#ooc. ( rick... rick what the hell )

[kelthebarb]

the dark

pairings - carl grimes x fem!reader

genre - fluffy smut, slight angst in the beginning

warnings - p in v penetration, use of pet names ??(baby, mama, love, pretty girl), dirty talk, praise, carl’s a bit ooc, kissing, cussing, CARL & READER ARE 19!! (during the 6 year timeskip, if carl was still alive)

request: anon - ik you haven’t done any fanfics but can you do a carl grimes x reader? smutty ofc 😏😏 but the reader is laying in bed in the dark and carl comes through the window and then they fuck cus yk straight to the point 🤭. but he calls her “mama” bc ahhhh carl saying mama is my new hyperfixation 😁 anyways-

a/n: OOOH LORD, stop it y’all makin me act uppp 😭😭 anyway absolutely, carl calling you mama? BRO.

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y/n laid on her bed, only half asleep. she hadn’t been able to completely shut her eyes since the bridge blew up with rick on it. she had stood there, right in front of carl to stop him from running towards it. she felt terrible, she herself was crying. watching carl break down and almost beg her to let him help his dad, to go save him from the flaming pit of walkers. even if it had been a few months, and carl had seemed to get a little better, she still lied awake at night, his face and the way he clung on to her while crying later that evening haunting her.

a few taps on her window were enough to startle her out of her train of thought. she jumped up and turned her head. somewhat hiding in the bushes, she recognized the silhouette of a sheriff’s hat and long hair that fell to the man’s shoulders. she scoffed and walked over to the window, opening it and taking the hat off his head.

“carl, what’re you doing? it’s late as hell,” she asked, crouching to meet his eye.

“couldn’t sleep. can i come in? i don’t wanna look like a creep, staring at a girl through her bedroom window,” carl said.

“isn’t that what you were just doing?”

“not necessarily.”

y/n chuckled and opened her window up as far as it would go, making there enough room for carl to slip through.

“quiet! i live with people! you’re gonna wake them up, dingus!” y/n whisper-shouted at the boy, who had just almost fallen straight to the floor.

“sorry,” carl grimaced. once he was through the window, he took his hat off of y/n’s head and kissed her lips.

“you sure you couldn’t sleep? or did you just wanna see me?” she asked, resting her hands on his midsection.

he pretended to think for a second, “both.”

he leaned down a bit too kiss her again, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. the kiss became heated, y/n standing on her toes to get closer to carl. the two started stumbling to her bed, almost tripping over themselves as carl laid her down on her back. he continued to kiss her lips, then moving down her jaw to her neck. he littered it with little purple marks - they’d definitely be noticeable in the morning.

she quietly hummed at his actions, entangling her hands in his hair. carl stopped for a second, lifting his head to admire his work. he chuckled, going back up and kissing y/n’s forehead.

“i love you,” he said, resting his head on hers.

“i love you, you little tease,” y/n giggled, smacking his arm playfully.

“is that so?”

“mm-hm,” y/n hummed with a smile on her face.

“well,” carl got close to her ear, “say the word and i’ll stop teasing.”

y/n’s breath hitched. she clenched her thighs together, trying to get any kind of friction. she looked up at carl with big eyes and whispered, “please.”

carl smiled, dipping his head to kiss her again. he undid the buttons on his flannel, tossing it to the floor next to the bed. y/n slipped off her shirt as quickly as she could. carl tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants, sliding them down her legs. he leaned up over her, unbuttoning his pants with his right hand and his left on the pillow right above y/n’s head for support.

his jeans were soon on the floor along with the rest of their clothes. carl could tell that y/n was getting impatient; she was rubbing her thighs together desperately.

“hey, baby, only a little longer,” he said, spreading her legs apart. “just take off your bra for me, yeah?”

y/n nodded, lifting her back a bit to unclasp it. she threw it to an unknown spot, not even caring where it went.

carl chuckled, “eager, aren’t you, mama? you want me inside you? want me to fuck you dumb?”

y/n whined in response, becoming a bit annoyed at carl’s lack of initiative at the moment. carl smirked and tilted his head to press more kisses to her neck. she moaned softly, practically begging him to stop it and just fuck her.

“didn’t you say no more teasing?” y/n asked, pouting. he kissed her lips, biting them a little so she opened her mouth with a gasp. he shoved his tongue over hers, lapping at it with desperation.

he pulled away, breathing heavily. “sorry baby, you just look so cute when you’re needy.”

he pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring out. y/n had seen it a few times before, but it never failed to surprise her.

“lift your hips for me, love?” carl asked, tapping the side of her hips as she elevated them. “there we go, that’s my girl.”

carl slid himself in, her slick making it easy to do so. he groaned loudly as she clenched around him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck to shut himself up. he panted loudly in her ear, kissing her cheek while waiting for her to adjust.

“you okay, mama? can i move now?” he asked.

“yeah, please,” she breathed. carl started off slow, going deep and drawing long moans from y/n.

“you gotta be quiet baby, we don’t wanna get caught,” carl whispered. he went a little faster, making y/n dig her nails into his back. carl lifted his head to look at her, enjoying the way her face scrunched up with each thrust.

she noticed him looking and immediately turned red, she lifted her hand to cover her face, but carl moved it.

“nuh uh pretty girl, i wanna see you,” he said, connecting his lips with hers again. he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, swallowing her noises. his cock twitched when her hands went up his back to tug on his hair. he reached his hand down and started rubbing her clit.

y/n was close, she could feel it, but carl’s mouth felt too good on hers that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence. she came without warning, surprising carl entirely.

“yeah? only made you cum once and you’re already fucked out, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. he got louder as his climax neared.

“i’m- fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he whimpered with his forehead against hers.

“inside! d-do it inside, please,” y/n gasped as he hit her sweet spot over again. she felt him spill his cum inside of her, groaning as he pulled out.

“c’mon love, let’s go shower.”

[dilfismz]

Negan having a soft spot for you HC’s

*Implied age gap*

I also have no idea how to write HCs so bear with me. I didn’t wanna write him OOC so the “soft spot” isn’t very noticeable oops.

You first met at the lineup where he was immediately attracted to you.

He didn’t really notice you until he started trying to decide who to kill.

He pauses and grabs your chin forcing you to look at him. “Oh hell, even Lucille doesn’t wanna waste a pretty face like yours”, he tuts.

You scowl up at him in response, disgusted by the older man.

“I think you owe me a ‘thank you’, girl”

“Thanks”, you’d spit out, a scowl still on your face.

He hums in approval and shoots you a wink before continuing on.

You grimace, disgusted by his actions and fearful for what might happen.

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The next time you see Negan is when he comes to grab supplies in Alexandria.

He struts through the gates, collecting items and asking Rick to show him around.

Eventually him and Rick walk past your house. You’re sitting on a lawn chair, wearing a yellow sundress and reading a book.

This catches Negan’s attention and he wolf whistles, walking up your porch.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite Alexandrian…you never told me your name”.

You roll your eyes and look back down at your book, “I was too busy mourning the death of my friends I guess.”

“I spared you from Lucille’s wrath last time we met, least you can do is tell me your damn name”.

“Y/n”, you mumble, looking up.

“That’s more like it”, he responds.

He then invites you to finish the tour of Alexandria with him and Rick.

You hate to admit it but some of the remarks Negan made had you blushing. It’s not even that you like him, you hate the man, especially after what he’s done to two of your best friends. But it’s been so long since someone had talked to you the way he is and you can’t help but react.

Finally, before he gathers up his men and leaves Negan takes you aside from the others.

“Hey, if you ever get tired of this ragtag group of assholes you know where to find me, sweetheart”, he winks before pressing a boop to your nose and sauntering away.

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The third time you see Negan is after he drives Carl back home from The Sanctuary.

You were in the Grime’s household keeping watch over Judith when you heard two familiar voices.

One being Carl and the other you recognized Negan.

You decide to go downstairs and see what’s going on.

You’re not even half way down the stairs when you’re greeted with a freshly-shaved Negan.

“Hey hot stuff, notice anything different?”, he childishly asks.

“You looked better with the beard”, you lie, not wanting to boost his already inflated ego.

He walks over to you and runs a hand through your hair, “so…you thought I looked good before?”

“I-“

He smirks at this, “I’m just teasing you, sweet cheeks”.

He pats your flushed cheeks and walks to the kitchen table, inviting you to join him and Carl for spaghetti.

[slasher-male-wife]

TWD characters when you tell them about your assault

This is heavily inspired by the post @slasherhaven that they made awhile ago. I've been hyperfixated on TWD lately and I'm still in the middle of watching it, I'm early in season 9 so sorry if these are kind of OOC. Also I am now writing for Maggie and Glenn.

Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, and Maggie Rhee

Warnings: Mentions of past sexual assault no explicit details mentioned, murder, canon typical violence, talk of getting killed by walkers, slight season three spoilers

Rick Grimes

When you tell him about what happened to you his heart breaks and he's immediately filled with rage. He doesn't want to leave you alone after you're so open and vulnerable with him about this but he genuinely has to step away to calm himself down about this.

Once he's calmed himself down he'll be quickly back to help comfort you about what happened. Holding you close and letting you vent as much as you need to. Now that he's here he's going to protect you as much as he can and no one is going to hurt you again.

When you give him information on the person who did it to you he thinks not much of it for the time being but when he runs into the piece of filth that hurt you he's seething. But he'll put on a mask until he can really get close enough to get them back.

He's not going to waste a bullet on this sick son of a bitch. He'll made it slow and painful. He'll beat them bloody and make sure they're eaten by walkers before they die.

Then he'll go back home to you and make sure that you're comforted and know that you're deeply loved and appreciated by him. He'll never tell you that he killed them, but he'll always let you know that they can't hurt you anymore.

Daryl Dixon

He's not exactly sure how to go about helping you when you tell him about your assault. Of course he's upset, he's very outraged, but he's not very in tune with his emotions and obviously he's not going to really know how to handle regulating his emotions and help you.

In a rare moment of vulnerability he'll hold you close to him and let you cry out your feelings. He won't say or do much other than hold you close and promise you that no one is ever going to hurt you again.

You gave him details about your assault but he never actually expected to come across that person, especially given the fact that it's the apocalypse. But when he sees the person that hurt you his immediate reaction is to try and kill them.

But he settles on beating them close to death and berating them the entire time about how much of an awful person they are and just how much they deserve what's happening to them. After beating them close to death he'll leave them there and hope that a walker eats them alive.

Just like with Rick he'll get back home and go to give you a hug, which is rare with Daryl. He'll hover close to you for the rest of the day and will be sure to try and show you just how much he cares about you in his own way. He'll also never tell you what he did, he'll just tell you there's no way in hell they can hurt someone ever again.

Glenn Rhee

He's 100% pulling you into a hug when you tell him about what happened to you. He'll be silent the entire time unless you want him to comfort you verbally which he will do if that's what you need to happen.

He'll spend the rest of the day taking care of you and trying to keep your load relatively light. He'll be close to you for the rest of the day and try to make sure that you're not beating yourself up for what happened to you.

When he finds out he knows the person who assaulted you he's livid. He takes them out to a secluded area and threatens them after beating them for a bit. He swears if they ever come near you again he'll kill them.

He personally watches or makes sure that they're long gone before the comes back home to you where he assures you they'll never hurt you ever again. He won't give details but he'll keep assuring you that they'll never hurt you again.

Maggie Rhee

When you explain your assault to her she's heartbroken, immediately pulling you into a hug and holding you there for as long as you need to be held.

If she feels like it could help you she'll talk about her own experience with what happened with The Governor. She'll appreciate how vulnerable you're being with her and she'll feel like she can be vulnerable with someone again.

If she ever comes across the person who hurt you she's going to be overcome with rage and will have to calm herself down to get him back to Hilltop and keep him there while she talks to you about what you want to do about them.

If you want them dead she's happy to help you with killing them, however you want to kill them she'll help, unless you want to do it yourself. She wants to get you justice and if killing them is justice to you then go ahead.

If you don't want them dead she understands that but she'll eventually to it herself. She can't stand the idea of the person who hurt you so horribly being able to go unpunished for what they did to you. Either way after what happens she's going to comfort you again.

[cynthiav06]

Question. do you think Percy should have stayed Single? Or ended up with somebody other than Annabeth? I Really think he should have stayed Single. Because I personally don't Like Percabeth, I don't Ship Percabeth and I don't Like Annabeth at all because of the way the Shippers act, or The way the characters themselves in Canon Act, like how Percy just does whatever Annabeth says, or how Percy is scared of Annabeth, Or how fans make it seem like Percy would become an Emo Edge Lord if something happened to Annabeth, Or How much she Belittles and Degrades him (I hate the nickname Seaweed brain), Especially since she acts like Percy cant do anything without her That moment when She and Reyna were talking about how ("Percy Couldn't find his way out of a Paper Bag without you")Made me SO mad it made me Dislike Annabeth even more and Dislike the Percabeth Ship as a Whole, I even hated when she Pretty much Restricted percy of using his powers You Know? "The sea doesn't like to be Restrained" well here it is.. being restrained...Exactly what it hates, and I hate how the Fandom makes Percabeth a Godly Ship saying they are the "It Couple" which they aren't and how They treat anyone who doesn't like Percabeth or Ships Percy with someone else other then Annabeth, but the one thing I HATE the most is how they make EVERYTHING percy Does Romantic for Annabeth like she's the only person who matters to him (Percy Only Remembering Annabeth (a Girl he's Known for only a couple years) Instead of The woman Who RAISED him by a goddess who isn't even the goddess of Love Made me SO MAD and Even when Annabeth made Percy remember when he was in the River Styx when it should have been his Mom made me mad) which is why I mostly believe that Percy Should have just stayed Single (I'm all for an Aromantic Percy) or At least Give him a Love interest who he can be Comfortable around and doesn't have to Constantly walk on Eggshells around her (I wished he Dated Rachel) or Hell Even make him Gay i've saw characters who have Better chemistry with Percy then Annabeth IMO but this all just my opinion.

You honestly don't know how long I could rant on this exact subject.

It's partly Annabeth's fault, and it's partly Rick's fault.

Anyone and everyone who has read the Pjo and HoO series should have noticed how illogical Percy's personality change was.

Percy Jackson, the hero of Olympus and the strongest demigod to ever live, sassy as can be, laid back but scary beyond measure if you cross him and an absolute menace to his enemies and loyal to death.

That's who he is, and Rick remembered that initially, and even till Son of Neptune then he just forgot how Percy someone he himself wrote to be this way is.

It's like Percy has no identity of his own, and he is only significant if he is with Annabeth. Like hello, he's the main character people, is the Fandom seriously going to degrade the main character, especially when the said mc is Percy Jackson???

Percy, despite his own issues, is and will always be foremost in helping people. He would be the first person to help keep the seven together. He would be the first to try and make a bond. He wouldn't have some stupid and illogical and totally ooc beef with Jason. Instead, he would help Jason be more sure of himself to stand up to Jupiter and for himself.

He would help Leo personally to bring back Calypso and they would both shit talk Olympians and how fickle their oaths are.

He would literally do anything to save Nico. Like hello, are you telling me that the boy who at 14 took it upon himself to bear the Great Prophecy, which he thought who end up killing him just to save Nico from that fate????? He would go absolutely madly feral to save Nico from the Giants.

If Piper and Reyna had their screws all properly fit they would see that Annabeth and literally everyone else would be all left to die if it wasn't for Percy. Percy gets himself out of everything by his own efforts and his own strategies. (Annabeth's rarely work). It's time the Fandom acknowledges that the best strategist in the verse is Percy, no questions asked and finally give him due credit for all HIS efforts.

Percy would never ever leave Sally unless it was for a quest, especially not when she was pregnant and absolutely not to go to college, something he hates especially when it concerns New Rome.

Here's a thing about Percabeth shippers they care about Annabeth's plans and her dreams, not Percy's. It is literally so out of character for Percy to want to live in New Rome a place that invests in a child army, a place that despises his father and wouldn't even build him a decent temple, a place so extremely cut off from the sea.

If Percy wanted to live in peace and grow old, he would do it in a place of his choosing close to his mother, Paul and Estelle, and close to the sea. But here's the thing about Percy.

I don't think people get this, but Percy can't just up and leave, nor would he want to. His damned fatal flaw is LOYALTY. He would never ever leave demigods or anyone helpless by leaving Camp Half Blood. Sure he would take less quests on but he would ALWAYS stick around and Rick did him so dirty by making all his thoughts revolve around Annabeth and insinuating he would let others suffer just fine to be with Annabeth.

Percy gave up immortality because he took Sally's teaching to heart as she did so too when she denied Poseidon's offer. He did it for himself for demigods it didn't have shit to do with Annabeth, but of course, he would look at her because she represents his life as a demigod.

Rick making Percy see Annabeth near the Styx and making him remember Annabeth instead of Sally is just him bullshitting. We all know Percy is a mama's boy, and he would do right by Sally always, so him giving a girl who he has known for barely long enough has no basis to it.

And Percabeth stans literally can't take a mention of a single alternate Percy pairing that alone is the biggest red flag. Because they know their ship is toxic and that Annabeth is the root of it.

For the PEOPLE IN THE BACK aka toxic stans:

Annabeth's fatal flaw is HUBRIS, and she is by nature controlling and condescending, and her character had the chance to GROW and CHANGE, and it would have been the most epic character growth sequel but she did not and she is CONTROLLING, DISMISSIVE , DEMEANING.

The newest Read Riordan entry literally has Annabeth saying that she needs to catch up to Percy cause he scores a better grade than her in school (even there Percy is smarter folks there you have it) and she literally says if she doesn't catch up Percy might start calling her SEAWEED BRAIN. So it is a demeaning nickname she gives Percy and continues calling him that even after knowing how Gabe similarly verbally abused Percy.

This is the fandom's IT couple? Wow. Percy literally is going against his own nature of being free and unrestrained like the sea because of Annabeth's controlling nature.

The worst of her behavior is when she blames Percy for his disappearance when she dismissed him when he was talking about his trauma induced by Gabe, her beyond toxic treatment of Rachel, especially when she unreasonably asked Percy to supress the use of the very power that got them out alive (she is scared naturally but she cannot force her own fear on Percy when he did nothing wrong).

So yeah, Percy Jackson with anyone but Annabeth. I am all for aromantic Percy, but personally, I find Perachel to be more appealing.

Trust me, I could rant about this for hours, especially how Rick butchered Percy's personality and made it full of Annabeth, especially how he threw Percy's insecurities and trauma and PTSD out of the gutter post tartarus.

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 3

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Chapter 3: I’m sorry and Thank you

Summary: It’s time to bury their dead, take decisions and say goodbyes. The tension is thin in the camp and not everyone can control their emotions or how they deal with it. Hard decisions are made and a shot is take in hopes that everyone have a future. Y/N and Daryl have their first little fight in this one.

Warnings: swearing, death, violence, little angsty, fluffy, little mention of suicide that if you blink you’re gonna lose it, maybe some characters are ooc, idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)

Word count: 4,179

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

Everybody started to work early, cleaning, reorganizing and getting rid of all the bodies. You needed to burry Amy, but Andrea would not let no one take care of her. You could imagine the pain she was feeling because you felt that too when you lost Rick. Amy was so young, she was sweet and gentle, she didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it.

You tried helping with whatever you could, unfortunately you were not strong enough to help carrying the body of the dead. So you were trying to make sure everyone had water to drink or something to eat, even if it’s just a little.

You were at good distance with Carl and Lori, helping them to put things in order, when you saw Rick holding a gun on Daryl’s head. Fuck. You walked the faster you could and put yourself between them. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Y/N, get out of the way.” Rick said, seeing you were not going to leave he lowered his gun. “He was going to kill Jim.”

“He was bitten! He’s a danger to everyone!” Daryl argumented, you turned around and looked at him.

“Jim is our friend, one of us… we can’t just kill him. We take care of him, he’ll eventually die and… when the time comes we… we do it.” You said, a little unsure of your own words, but that was what was the human thing to do.

“Never thought you were this dumb.” He almost spitted the words at you.

‘And I never thought you were an asshole.’ That’s what you wanted to say, but you didn’t, you just rolled your eyes at him and left. Things were under control, no one pointing guns at each other, your mission was done. That was a stupid fight and a stupid insult, but you couldn’t ignore the sting you felt at those words.

It didn’t take long for Amy to turn and Andrea have to kill her, it was heartbreaking to watch. When everything was over you had tears in the corners of your eyes. Also, you heard Carol had to kill Ed, you didn’t watch it, but you knew what it meant. Even if he was a human being, he was a monster… and now Carol and Sophia were free.

After that you buried your dead, while the zombies had already been put in fire. You said your goodbyes to Amy and hoped she was happy wherever she was. Everybody were going back to camp descending the hill, you passed through Daryl and gave him a look, that you didn’t know if it was sad, angry or upset.

“Ya defend not killing the living, but if ya could, ya would kill me right now.” Ok, so your look was the second option, angry. You just continued walking and ignored him. “ ‘m sorry.”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Sarcasm covered your words. “Maybe I’m dumb, but not SO dumb”

“I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” He said walking by your side. “I was wrong, can we be good again? I hate how ya’re looking at me.” And he did, he could get those eyes from everyone and not give a fuck about it, but for some reason, a reason that he didn’t know, or didn’t want to admit, he couldn’t get that look from you.

You stopped and turned to him, you saw worry in him and that was not usual of him, not about the little you knew about him.

“Don’t do it again. Don’t call me that thing. It sounds silly, but…” ‘it brings back bad memories’, you were going to say, but didn’t have the courage.

“I’m never calling you that again. ‘m gonna think about other insults next time.” He tried a joke, and you tried to remain serious, but he could see the corners of your mouth curving a little while you battled against the smile. You hated that people would make you angry, but as soon as they wanted forgiveness, you would laugh or smile, instead of giving them the cold shoulder like normal people would do. Some said you had a good heart, but sometimes you thought you were a fool.

“Ok, Dixon. We’re friends again.” You said offering him your hand. He looked at your hand and thought for a moment. “Come on, shake my hand to seal it. I don’t have the whole day, if you don’t take it right now I’m going to…”

And he took it. He took your right hand in his and you were not expecting to feel this way to a simple handshake. His grip was firm, but comfortable. His hand calloused and warm, engulfed your hand that was so little compared to his. You felt comfort, protection and another feeling that you couldn’t describe, but made you lose your words.

“Ya’re going to what?” He still had a hold in your hand, maybe because you were holding his back and thinking about never letting go of his.

“Don’t matter. It’s done. We sealed our friendship, so I don’t need to threaten you anymore.” Reluctantly you let go of each others hands and continued to descend the hill.

“Oh, was that a threat? You don’t look threatening to me.” He mocked you.

“You better keep your eyes open D.” You answered liking the way his initial felt on your tongue and how it was said so easily. “I may look harmless, but I can be dangerous too.”

“Of course, as dangerous as a Puppy”

“Remember that puppies can bite and scratch.” You said lightly elbowing him.

“My clothes magically appeared clean and folded in my tent. It was you, wasn’t it?” He knew it was you, he just needed a way to talk about it and thank you.

“It was the least I could do…”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem D.”

Later that day, after a lot of discussion, was decided that everybody that want would go to CDC early in the morning. You were not sure if there would be anything there when you arrived, but you also knew you couldn’t just stay in the quarry forever, more walkers would come. You couldn’t risk losing more people. You slept in your tent with Luna to keep you company, at 3 in the morning you woke up and couldn’t sleep. You really tried, you were tired, but you were not able to sleep again. You turned around back and fort on your tent, until the sun started to rise.

So you changed your clothes, put everything you had on your bag and left the tent to start disassemble it. The thing was, you didn’t even know how to assemble it, Shane had done everything for you, so now you were having a hard time.

“Do ya wanna some help?” You heard Daryl’s voice by your side and you almost jumped out of your skin. “Sorry, didn’t wanna scare ya.”

“Please, I have no idea what I’m doing.” You confessed shamelessly. In fact he didn’t even waited for your answer to start helping you.

“I realized that from distance, anyone could see ya struggling from miles away.” He joked, but it was not completely a lie, your struggle was very clear.

“Well, Lucky me, you offered help.”

After everything was ready to go, you started to say goodbyes, Morales and his family decided not to follow with you. A stupid decision in your opinion, but there wasn’t anything you could do about.

“Y/N, Carol and Sophia are coming with us. Do you mind going with Shane?” Rick came to you right before living.

“Actually, I’m going with Daryl. I figured it’d be better for Carol and Sophia to go with you.” You answered taking both Rick and Daryl by surprise.

“Are ya?” Daryl didn’t have time to think before the words left his mouth, and then you gave him the look that told him to play along with you. “I offered ya early, but ya never gave me an answer. I thought ya weren’t going with me.”

“Of course I am! Daryl Dixon giving me a ride? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You grabbed your bag to put it in Daryl’s truck, Rick gave you a knowing look. He knew you were avoiding Shane, he just didn’t know why, but he knew you too well to not notice. Also, he saw how Daryl was surprised. “Luna, are you coming with us or do you prefer going with Carl?”

“Nah, she’s coming with us. My offer is only open if she comes with us.” Daryl stated, and you couldn’t resist but laugh.

As soon as you hit the road, Luna was all over the place. She wanted to go for the window and feel the air with her tongue out like any normal dog. She sat on your lap, forgetting she isn’t a lap dog, and you needed to hold her just in case, because she tried a few times going to Daryl’s side and you were not dying by a stupid car accident in the middle of the apocalypse.

“So…why didn’t ya want to go with Shane?” Daryl threw the question at you after Luna had calmed down.

“Cause Luna wanted to go with you.” You gave the excuse shamelessly. He snorted to your lame excuse.

“Bullshit! Spill the real reason, that’s the least I get for playing along with ya.” He took a small glance at you and returned his attention to the road.

“Okay… never took you for one that likes gossip but…” he gave you an annoyed look as if to say ‘just say it’. “I had a fight with him, when you guys went to Atlanta. In front of the whole camp actually.”

“The bruise, in his face, was that ya?” He asked, looking at you for a brief moment, and you nodded in response. “I knew it. Couldn’t be a walker, it looked like something ya would do.”

“How did it look like something I’d do?” Did he take you for the type to go punching people around? Maybe he thought you were kind of a badass? No, not possible.

“The bruise is just the height you’d be able to punch, no way you could hit him on the eye.” Well, none of the options you guessed, he just stated you were short, which you really kind of was. But you couldn’t let it pass like this and gave him a light punch on his arm. “Easy Puppy, I’d rather die fighting zombies than in a car.”

“You just called me short!” you stated as a justification of why you lightly punched his arm.

“And didn’t lied.” He smirked and then put his right hand on Luna’s head for a brief moment. “Why did ya punch him?”

“He lied. He told us Rick was dead.” You answered and Daryl said nothing, probably thinking about what you said. “I mean, any idiot can see if a person is breathing and if the heart is beating.”

“Well, it’s Shane. He’s a different kind of idiot.” What was he probably trying to say? “Maybe, he didn’t knew the difference at the time. I’m not trying to defend him, I don’t like him, you know.”

“I know… it’s just… I’m angry.” You said. Funny, because Daryl had told you the same thing to you, but of course your fight was very silly compared to the reasons behind your quarrel with Shane. “Do you think I should talk to him?”

“Is it going to make ya feel better? If yes, do it.” He didn’t even had to think to say that and he didn’t like Shane at all. That was one of those moments where you saw how good he was, and you wish people would see through his rough demeanor. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” You didn’t realize you were staring at him for a long time.

“Sorry, I was thinking about what you said.” That was not a complete lie, but not even half of the truth. “But I don’t need a picture if I can look at you everyday.”

You wanted to talk more, but you were tired, your half slept night was charging it’s price. You didn’t know when you slept, but after 2 hours you woke up the car was slowing down until stopping. Luna was laying in your lap awkwardly, half her body was on the car seat and her head was on Daryl’s lap.

“Morning Sleepyhead!” Daryl took a small glance at you.

“Hey… sorry, I didn’t want to sleep, but I was tired.” You ran your hands on Luna’s back. “Why are we stopping?”

“Don’t know, guess it’s a problem with the RV.” He took Luna’s head from his lap and talked to her as to a child, you didn’t even paid attention to what he was saying you just thought that was adorable.

You broke the moment putting a harness on Luna, so you could leave the car. As soon as you left the car your eyes found Shane and you decided to take the opportunity to talk to him.

“D., can you look after Luna for a little while?” You asked him, giving your best puppy eyes, without even noticing.

“Alright Pup, go and do what you need to do.” He said grumply taking the harness. “Go, before I regret it”

“Okay, thanks.” You gave a little smile and left in Shane’s direction.

When Shane saw you walking in his direction, he thought there would come trouble, because any moment you two talked, you would fight. He regretted all the fights, but it was as if he couldn’t control himself, in this world… he couldn’t be soft, gentle or unprepared. He couldn’t also let anything bad happen to the one’s he cared, even if he had to make some sacrifices along the way, and that was what scared him the most. He felt like he was losing his humanity and he didn’t see any other option.

“Shane, can we talk?” You finally approached him, expectations very high and afraid of the outcome.

“I don’t want to fight Y/N…” well, you didn’t want this too, but it didn’t depend only on you.

“Me neither. I just wanna my nice big bro Shane back, you know…” You said, eyes on the mark you had left on his left cheek. “I’m sorry, for the punch.”

“I probably deserved, a cop that can’t tell the difference between the dead and the living…”

“You were probably nervous, I can only imagine the chaos the hospital was and… and you said they were shooting everyone in there, you were probably also afraid.” You said and took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, I was angry and shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“I’m sorry, I have been an asshole lately.” He admited.

“Lately?” You mocked him. “Let’s be good again, I don’t punch you anymore and you don’t piss me off. You know, just like you and Rick, I grew up and I don’t need you to protect me from everything. You should be the cool big bro that encourage me to do reckless things that Rick wouldn’t want me to do.”

“Just like… hanging out with Daryl Dixon?” He suggested and he knew he was entering a delicate topic because you already fought before about it.

“Yeah, he’s a good person and my friend. You should encourage me to make other friends, the world went to shit and the people is all we got.” You chewed the inside of your cheeks hoping you would not start fighting again.

“You know, I only act like this, because I don’t want you in the same situation you had with Paul.” He confessed, and in part it was true, you were never the same after Paul, after all the psychological abuse. It took months for you to go back to your normal self, and a german shepherd puppy to make you smile and live again. But on the other hand, it was also his prejudice against the Dixon Brothers.

“I already told you, it’s not like this.”

“I see the way you look at him. It’s the same way you used to look at Jack Jones.” He stated, and you remembered your first crush at school. You never had the courage to tell him what you felt.

“I surely don’t, I’m no teenager and… hey maybe I could have avoided all this situation with Paul if I had told Jack how I felt…” You tried to deny, but you knew that maybe he was right… maybe you had a crush on Daryl. “Just let me live, please Shane? If I die tomorrow, I want to know I lived to the fullest. I don’t expect to find love or anything in a world like this, but I want to be with people I enjoy being with and protect the people I love.”

“Don’t say no sense. You’re not going to die, I’m not letting you die.” He stated. “It’s ok, you can be friends or more than friends with whoever you want, but let me know if anyone hurt you…”

“Thank you Shane.” You hugged him tightly. “And please… let go of Lori, you’ll only hurt you and her. I say it, because we’re family and I love you.”

You left his embrace and you saw the hurt and sadness in his face, maybe a little anger too, but you hope he would not blame you for this and listen to your advice.

“Go to your boyfriend before he comes here and kill me.” Shane played after he saw the way Daryl was looking at the both of you.

“Shut up Shane!” You gave him a punch on his arm before you left.

“By the way, I’m proud of your punchs, you really learned how to beat someone properly.” He kind of yelled at you, and you just laughed. Well they really taught you how to beat someone and how to make it as painful as possible.

After that Shane left with T.Dog to try finding replacement parts for the RV. You go to Daryl and take Luna from him, you could not ask for him to do more than he already did. “Thank you.” You told him.

“ ‘s nothing. It’s always good to pass some time with Luna.” He replied taking a cigarette and lightening it. His curiosity taking the better of him. “Are ya feeling better?”

“Yes, I guess. Things went well. Thank you for the advice.”

Jim was getting worse over the time, you thought he would not make it to the CDC and in truth, you knew nobody survived from a bite, you never saw one single person survive it. Rick was new to all this shit, so he had hope, but you knew Jim would not make it and that nobody could in fact help him.

The RV was fixed, but now you got another problem, Jim was bad and he had decided to stay behind. Rick tried to convince him otherwise, but he had made his choice and you should all respect. It was sad leaving him behind, but you couldn’t stop any more time, you needed to keep going. You entered Daryl’s truck, a heavy silence following the both of you. He started the car, his forehead frowned and the eyes on the road. You could feel he regretted his actions towards Jim.

“You were not completely wrong.” You finally said taking him by surprise. “You just had the wrong approach.”

Silence. Not the comfortable one.

“The most compassionate thing to do in a world like this, would be to not let the people we like turn into one of those…”

“Why?” He asked, eyes on the road, not even giving a glance at you. Your were took by surprise and didn’t know what he meant. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because this whole situation made me think and… I know you have your own thoughts about it too. We can’t be so radical, but we should think about doing something to not let each other turn.” You wanted to look at him, you wanted to hold his hand, but you couldn’t, you knew you had crossed lines when you told him those things. You didn’t even know if he considered you a friend that could discuss this kind of things and tell when someone is wrong or right.

“Yeah, ya know a lot of shit.” The bitter comment left his mouth seconds after what you said.

“Daryl, if I ever get bit, I want you to end it for me.” You didn’t know what made you say it, but you just ignored his comment and threw this bomb on him. He almost hit the brakes the moment the words left your mouth.

“What the fuck?!” He cursed. “Don’t ask me something like that. Yar not getting bitten.”

“You don’t know.” Seeing Jim like this made you think. You didn’t want to die alone, you didn’t want to turn, you didn’t had the courage to do it yourself and you didn’t want Rick, Shane, Lori or ,in the worst scenario, Carl to do this. “Promise me”

“I ain’t promising you shit!” He didn’t understand why he got so angry at what you said and asked, it should be something normal to ask each other in a damn Zombie apocalypse. But the thought of you getting bitten… it bothered him in more ways that he could admit. “Stop talking no sense. We’re not losing anyone else to those fuckers.”

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing were becoming and habit that you didn’t want to keep, but how could you stop when you were afraid you hurt people.

“Ya don’t need to be.” He answered than he looked at you for some seconds before landing his eyes on the road again.

You decided against opening your mouth again, you pet Luna’s back and stared out of the window. When you were not looking Daryl stared at you for a little longer than what he should while driving. He over reacted, he knew it. He could not be good with his feelings and also short tempered, but he knew when he let it took the best of him. He had already lost Merle, he knew he was alive, but he was alone. Again. That wasn’t the first time Merle let him alone, and he didn’t know how it affected and made Daryl feel. In a world so big like this, maybe they’d never see each other again and he would never know. At the moment, you were the only friend he had. Could he call you a friend? And even though, there was other people that were polite to him, you were the only one that would talk more than 2 words to him. Not that he made a big effort to have a conversation to others, but you seemed to not care his short answers. The thought of you being bitten and he being left alone again, felt as if a giant rock was put on his chest. He didn’t like all this thoughts, but he couldn’t just stop them. His right hand went to Luna’s head that once again was on his lap, and he could not help but grow fond of the dog.

It was almost night when you arrived at the CDC. The place was a cemitery, there were bodies everywhere and some walkers too. You all got our of the cars and went to the entrance of CDC. All was closed, with heavy strong metal doors. You knocked, called, pleaded but there was no answer. Some started to not believe anymore on the possibility of the CDC having someone in there, but you couldn’t stop believing. You were already there, it was getting dark and it was not safe being outside. When you had lost hope, Rick saw the camera moving and you continued asking for help until the big metal door opened and you could see the big iluminated hall inside the building. You filled your lungs with hope and could breath relieved that you would have a place to stay.

Final Note: Thanks for everyone reading, liking, reblogging and commenting, it’s really good to receive your feedback.

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[frenziedslashers]

C'mere, Honey-Bear

Pairing: Negan x GN!Reader

Warnings: No pronouns are used, but Negan uses a LOT of pet names. Established relationship, canon typical violence, swearing, sex - nothing real graphic, it's more just mentioned than anything. Negan loves you. OOC Negan, probably, idk. I was emotional and needed to write this.

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Negan had no idea what he was getting himself into when he ordered his men to line Rick and the others up. The night was still young, and Lucille was hungry. That was all he cared about for the time being.

"Well, well, well," He tutted after hearing some voices from the group try and protest the situation they were in. He loved seeing people on their knees for him. It gave him a sense of superiority. Like he was a King, and they were his peasants. Begging for mercy as his eyes jumped from face to face. Though he primarily focused on the men. Mapping out who he thought would be a problem. Like the big beefy red head that would totally kick him in the balls if he had the chance. Or the Asian kid, who he just knew would be a problem in the future.

He wanted to bash their brains in. It was who he was now, he couldn't help it. In this world is was truly kill or be killed, and he wasn't about to let some new comers step in and kill him. Not when he was the top dog of D.C. Fucking Washington D.C., what more could he ask for?

The whimpers were enough to have his hair stand on end. Crying as he he stepped upped to home plate. Ready to swing and hit that winning home run. All until he heard a little voice. A voice he completely thought he had imagined.

"Negan?"

It was so soft and feathery light. Like the person saying it was a mouse in his ear. He recognized it from somewhere, but he couldn't place where. It had been so long since he had heard that little scared voice.

"That's my name, don't wear it dry, honey," He sing-songed into the night air, eyes scanning every each and one of the faces before him. Until they landed on the one who dare speak his name. You. A face he hadn't seen in a long time. A face he thought only visited him in dreams.

Now, Negan was far from a touchy-feely guy when it came to nights like these. Nights where all he wanted to do was prove a point. These nights, he was all about busting balls and cracking skulls. But he was frozen.

His eyes were locked on you, Lucille lazily hanging in his hand. The tip of her head brushed the ground by his feet while his heart thumped in his chest. All he could hear was the beat of his own heart. It was like a drum pounding that wouldn't stop.

"You.." That was all he could say. Everyone was looking between the both of you. The tears that stained your cheeks, blood that equally stained your lips, and other portions of your face. You put up a hell of a fight with his men, but he still recognized that gorgeous face of yours.

"Sir," Negan held his hand up, quieting his men. It seemed to get him to gather his thoughts a bit more. His whole demeanor changed, and everyone in the area noticed. He went from Mr. "I got an itch to scratch and it's your head against my bat." To something none of his men had ever seen. Something softer. It scared some of them, even. What would his next move be? Would he pretend to like you and then hit that winning home run? Or would he drop the bat and forfeit the entire game? All because of one meek and tired voice, that called out his name into the night air.

He took quick steps over to you. Dropping to his knees in front of you. The King fell for what used to be his Majesty. His other half. He used to be your Knight, and you his Ruler, but things changed. The apocalypse happened. "I thought you died," he muttered, voice soft, only for you.

A cry fell from your lips, and by golly did he want to punch the nearest person to the left of him. Even if they weren't who made you cry, and it was all him. He hated seeing you do such a thing. "Negan," Hearing his name fall from your lips again made his heartache. He never thought he'd hear it again. His eyes fell shut briefly before the man reached out to touch the side of your face. "Baby, I'm so sorry," he frowned once you flinched away from him. You had never been scared of him in your years of being together, but here you were. Shivering like a mouse confronting an old Tom Cat.

"Negan, let them go, please, don't hurt us, this isn't you," He frowned deeper. You were right, this wasn't him. This was a charade he picked up in order to survive. "I'd never hurt you," he muttered, finally able to reach out and brush his knuckles over your cheek. "But who did? Was it one of my men?" He asked, and you nodded, a glare settling on his face. "Point to me baby, which one?" Once motioned, his eyes were locked on the man. "What have I said about hurting people before I see them?" Negan snapped at his man. The guy flinched at his harsh tone. "I'm sorry sir! They were fighting with me!" "And you're a big guy! You can't handle yourself without bloodying up an innocent person? My innocent person?" He snapped, noticing you flinch in front of him.

God, he didn't know what to do. He was still mad at Rick and the others for the damage they caused, but he knew you. He loved you. He never stopped loving you. Even when he thought you died he still kept that stupid ring and necklace that you got him. Along with a photo of you that he carried anywhere he went.

"Honey bear," he cooed, "Do they take care of you?" You sighed at the pet name, closing your eyes while pursing your lips. Nodding softly, "Yeah, they do." He hummed at your voice, reaching out to grab your hand which you squeezed back. Falling forward in order to wrap your arms around his neck.

Negan dropped Lucille in order to catch you. Holding you close while his men stared in shock. This wasn't like Negan at all. Any other person he found he'd be ridiculing them. Making fun of their future death or hitting on them and offering them a nice fuck if they were up to it. He was never this gentle. Never.

The sigh that he let out was loud. Everyone stared awkwardly and anxiously. Waiting for his next move. His eyes parted, still keeping you in his grasp. Negan looked at Rick with pursed lips, and a slight scowl on his face, but it was quick to fade. "You kept them safe?" He asked, and Rick nodded, "We all did. We're a family," Negan rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for a life story. Not when he just got you back. "Spare me your sob story, Prick," He spat, and felt you nudge him with your hand. A soft apology left his lips - another thing his men had never seen. "Well, I want to thank you," He spoke, genuine words that fell from his lips. Rubbing up and down your back in a comforting manner.

No one could believe what they were hearing. Rick was certain that someone was going to die that night, but maybe since you happened to come along for Maggie's sake, maybe you saved everyone. "Look, I'm still pissed about my men. Hell, you wiped out a lot of innocent people. But, I might just have to let that slide knowing that you kept my honey bear safe." You couldn't help but giggle lightly hearing the nickname again. Negan smiled while his eyes darted down to where your head was still buried in his shoulder.

God, he missed you.

"I thank you, really. I'd like to repay you by.. Not killing your people," Rick nodded, everyone seemed to ease up at that information. You as well. "Thank you," Negan held his hand up to stop the Officer. "Don't thank me yet, you still have time to prove me wrong. I still think you're a murderous psychopath. Anyone could be friendly enough to help a major hottie like my baby here," he grinned, "Negan, stop." You protested, and he snickered. He loved getting under your skin.

"So, I'd like to make a deal with you. We join forces, so long as you don't kill any more of my men. What's yours, is mine," he spoke, a stern look in his eyes. "But, with that being said, I'll help you with whatever you need, too. Protection? We got the men. Medical? We could arrange something. Women? Well, maybe not that," He spoke with a shit-eating grin. Finally pulling you both up to your feet, Lucille abandoned on the ground. His hands found better things to grab.

Rick nodded, swallowing thickly. "Thank you, we all appreciate it," Negan shrugged, he had better things to focus on. Holding the sides of your face with a grin as you smiled back up at him. "No need, Rick the Prick," You rolled your eyes at his words. "I found a better way to spend my night anyways," he hummed, his smile quickly growing mischievous. You felt your body heat up at the remark. Eyes darting to the side out of embarrassment. "Now, come on, darlin'. How about I show you my joint, I'm sure you'll love it! It's safe, and I can make you that pasta you used to slurp up faster than my dick!" You let out a groan, rolling your eyes for the millionth time, but your smile ceased to fade. "You still blurt the stupidest things, Neeg'..." You sighed, and he snickered. An arm came to rest around your waist as he walked you over to his truck. "Well," He shot a glare over to the man that busted your lip and gave you the scraped cheek. "I haven't really changed that much." he purred, leaning over to kiss the side of your head.

Once you were in the safety of his truck, Negan ordered his men to let the others go. Telling them to inform Rick that they'd be back a week max in order to keep their promise of working together. Along with you being able to visit your friends and maybe grab some of your things to move into Sanctuary with him. Hell, maybe he could move to Alexandria with you if he liked the place enough. Make it an even safer outpost for him and his men - along with your 'family'. Hey, maybe you two could start a family of your own. Adopt a kid - maybe a dog or cat if there were still any in this shithole world. It was sure something he'd love to talk about with you in the future. Once the both of you got cozied up wherever you both decided to stay, after all.

"Did you miss me?" His voice was lower, staring at his lap before looking back over at you. "Of course I did, Papa bear," He smiled at the nickname, "I never stopped thinking about you, or hoping that I'd find you. Hell, I told the rest that I came in order to make sure Maggie was safe, but honestly," You grabbed his hand with a sigh. "I was hoping and praying the Negan we were dealing with was you." His smile only grew at your words. "You're a big enough asshat to pull all this off." He rolled his eyes this time, letting out a sigh. "Hun, you give me too much credit."

He wished he had a little more faith that you were still alive and out there. You were in Atlanta, Georgia visiting your family when this all went down, though. You couldn't blame a guy for giving up after not seeing his lover in nearly twelve years. It took a toll on him, and he would beat himself up over it 'til the day he died.

"Did you miss me?" You shot the question back at him, and he was quick to grab both of your hands. Scooting closer to you since you were both in the back seat. "My gorgeous, gorgeous, flower, I never stopped thinking about you, Every mornin' I wake up I hope to wake up next to you. Your sleeping face all peaceful and shit. I hope each and every goddamn time when I get out of the shower you'll be standing there, looking yourself over in the mirror before showing me a new shirt ya got. I've missed you so goddamn much, you don't even know," He muttered, a hand reaching up to hold the side of your face. "Look," he stated, pulling the hand back to reach down his shirt, and pulling out the necklace with the ring attached to it. "I still have that stupid ring you got me on our three-year anniversary." He smiled, and you did the same, looking it over in awe. You couldn't believe that he still had it. "I thought you hated that ring?" You asked cheekily, and he shrugged. "Do you believe everything I say?" You giggled, shaking your head 'no'.

The moment that you both arrived at the safety of the compound, Negan was dragging you inside. A hand on your hip in order to show everyone that you were off limits. You were his lover, no one else's. "Let's get ya cleaned up, then we can go lay down. I'll show ya around tomorrow, how 'bout that, sweetie pie?" You nodded, leaning against his side with a sigh. "Thank you, handsome," he grinned, "Well, don't mention it. I still got a reputation to keep. Gotta keep these men working for me!"

His hands were soft as they helped you clean your face off once in his bathroom. Brows furrowed as he focused on cleaning your cuts and not hurting you more than the disinfectant did. Muttering soft 'sorry's anytime you flinched. You knew he didn't mean it, though. "Baby, I'm so sorry this happened to you, I never meant for you guys to go and get hurt yet, I-" "Yet?" He frowned, "Well, you guys killed a lot of my men. Ya can't blame me for wantin' some of ya dead in return?" You frowned, rubbing your fingers together a bit nervously. "Hun, I won't be hurting none of your people anytime soon. You have my word, I promise you that." He sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

You pondered his words, but ultimately believed him. If he did break that promise you wouldn't know what to do, but you prayed that he wouldn't. You knew Negan hated seeing you upset, and you only hoped that he truly hadn't changed that much.

You reached up to hold the sides of his face, staring at him for a moment before leaning in. Finally giving in and kissing him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you the moment he knew you were real and not just his mind playing tricks on him, but honestly. He was terrified that you hated him.

His hands dropped everything in them. One hand resting on the back of your head, the other gripping at your thigh as you rest seated on the bathroom counter. His hips slotted between your thighs. "God, I missed you so fucking much," He muttered against your lips. Both of your eyes shut while you each clung to one another. Sharing kiss after kiss until Negan had enough of standing.

The leader was quick to lift you off the counter. Carrying you by your thighs into the connected bedroom that he called his own. Lying you down on the bed while climbing on top of you. His kisses growing more feverish and hungry. He was like a starved man given a full meal for the first time in ages. Soft breaths bleeding with your own while his hands touched and groped at your body.

The moment that you were tugging at his shirt with a desperate need to remove it. It was gone. His jacket and shirt both shrugged and tugged off, thrown messily on the floor by the bed.

His body was more aged than the last time you did this with him. Scars and cuts littered his chest and stomach, your fingertips brushing over each one that your eyes saw. He only smirked a toothy grin, "Miss it?" You snorted, "You're still just as cocky," He hummed at your response, leaning down to kiss the side of your throat. "Oh, you know it, baby. I'll die cocky too."

He was quick at removing your own shirt next. Allowing both his hands and mouth to explore your skin. Groping your body while he got to work at kissing and sucking. Biting over your stomach in order to leave marks on you. He missed marking you up for the masses to see. Let everyone know that you were his. His. His. His.

The activities progressed. You and Negan showered each other with the affection that you both missed. Tossing and turning in bed while he fucked you like a madman and then vice versa. Both of your hips were sore by the time he got done with you. Each of your bodies covered in scratches, bites, and hickeys. He couldn't have asked for a better night. "Shit, honey bear," he panted, you laying on his chest while he stared up at the ceiling. "I forgot how much you wear me out," a breathy laugh left his throat, and you only sniggered. "Go ahead and get used to it, babe, I don't plan on this being a one-night thing." He snickered, excitement coursing his veins. "Good, because I wouldn't let you go without a fight, babe."

He couldn't believe that you were back in his life. That he was actually holding you in his arms. After you both gave each other the best night you both have had in years. He couldn't let go of you, not when he just got you back. His arms were tight around your body, keeping you close in order to make sure that when he woke up this wouldn't be a dream. That he wouldn't wake up to empty arms and a cold bed. He was almost too scared to go to sleep, but having you back in his arms was like taking a sedative. His eyes slowly falling shut while he pulled you a little closer. A soft 'goodnight, love' falling from his lips.

When you woke up, you were met by a soft smile and tired eyes. Negans hand resting gently on the side of your face. Brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Mornin' gorgeous," you felt your heart race just from hearing the sound of his groggy voice. Smiling back while reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling him in for a lazy kiss. "Mornin', asshole," a soft chuckle left his throat, "That's how ya feel huh? gonna call me an asshole now when I'm fairly certain the whole compound heard you screaming my name last night?" Your skin felt hot at his words, but you weren't about to let him win. "Oh yeah? You weren't any quieter Mr. "Oh fuck, oh shit, right there, shit, faster baby!" He furrowed his brows with a pout. "I did not say that," "Oh, but you did," you cooed, kissing the corner of his lips. Pressing on his chest in order to get him to move on his back. Stradling his hips like you had the night prior.

He was quick to pull you in for another kiss before he said anything, though. Pulling your hips down to meet his own. Both of you released a moan into each other's mouths. "Man, I love you, you know that? Don't think I've ever met anyone who's as feisty and cocky as you, well, besides myself." He grinned, and you sighed, kissing his cheek before laying down on his chest. "I love you too, you asshole." You responded, which earned a soft chuckle from your lover beneath you. His hands rub softly at your back and sides. He swore at that moment, that he was truly the happiest man on the face of the earth. If not that, then he was definitely the luckiest.

[honeyedboneset]

hello! i'm boneset (or bone). thanks for stopping by my super-specific search thread! if interested, please leave a reply or dm me!

a bit about myself: she/her. I'm currently in my late 20's and have been writing/roleplaying in some shape or form for 12+ years. i'm in grad school (and will be for awhile) and work full time in mental healthcare. occasionally, days are wild. 

when it comes to writing, i generally write somewhere between 500-1k words a post. the shorter the post, the faster i can write. i definitely value someone who's writing fits with mine over length or anything like that. i'm also super flexible when it comes to post rate. if it takes a little bit, that's totally fine! especially if we do build a rapport. i want this to stay as something that's fun for both of us. it's a hobby, so it comes after everything else.

doubling. i play a canon for you, you play one for me, and i love every character as my own. OR we both play two ocs who fall in love against their will. Idc.

m!canon x f!oc preferred (or m!oc x f!oc). I know who I am. I have no shame. I’m so super cautious about m// and f// after years of running into folks treating it as a fetish.

ooc chatting. for the rps that have survived my hiatuses, it's been because we made friends, or at least friendly. i like talking, sharing head canons, all that stupid crap. tldr: i need someone to send memes to.

ooc over discord, please, after we’ve graduated to that. DMs first if you don’t mind.

email, discord, gdocs, and tumblr in order of preference for the roleplay but I'm open to any.

i am a sap for romance. less so for super slow burns. sue me. I can barely read slow burn much less write it.

500-1000 words is my sweet spot for responses, but i'm not that fast of a writer, depending on what's going on. see: why i like ooc.

hard limits: be 18+ (21+ preferred) | will not write with people who identify as male (he/him) | incest | fetish stuff | abo | pwp | pedophilia | furries/beastiality | explicitly written sexual assault | abusive relationship dynamics between main characters | heavy substance abuse | main settings being medical | most highschool settings/underage characters | genuine love triangles or infidelity between main characters

pairings and all below the break!

for fandoms, I’m going to list what I’m looking to play the oc in. I am super duper happy to play nearly any canon character for you.

the walking dead:  ＊i haven't seen the spin-off series. super comfortable going as AU as we want. ＊looking for: glenn (pls pls pls), daryl ＊will play: rick, daryl, shane, negan, others probably ＊some vibes: people who knew each other prior to the zombies meeting each other again after, dead rising vibes, traveling through the wilderness, overgrown and rundown towns and cities, towns that have gone mad, human enemies, natural threats, fluff, megamalls, amusement parks, adventure, horror, fluff, uneasiness in the calm, found family, hesitant allies

resident evil: ＊i like it all, okay? welcome to racoon city, all the games, the animated films...even the live action netflix put out! it's just FUN. ＊looking for: leon, piers, carlos ＊will play: chris, albert, luis, piers, etc. ＊some vibes: hurt/comfort extreme, international adventures, partners in life and in work, idk absolute insanity. vacation? what's a vacation, there's always zombies, basically the evil of capitalism, embrace the weird of the game universes (i mean really. there's werewolves)

the last of us: ＊i've played both games and watched the show ＊looking for: tommy miller, m!oc ＊will play: joel, ellie, others, m!oc ＊some vibes: FIX IT JESUS, protecting family, human enemies, natural threats, antagonistic towns, lost in the wild, weird periods of domestic easiness followed by hurt/comfort hell red dead redemption: ＊i've played rdr and rdr2. kind of familiar with revolver. ＊looking for: charles smith ＊will play: arthur, john, dutch, others (but not micah) ＊some vibes: railroad turmoil, dutch has lots of plans (very little outcomes), high society meets the old west, running from the law, causing problems, adventures in the big city, trying to leave old lives behind, forbidden love, enemies to lovers

fallout: ＊i've played 1, 2, 3, 4, 76 & NV. mainly looking for nv. ＊looking for: m!oc ＊will play: ask for canons, m!oc ＊some vibes: causing chaos in the wastes, embracing the local cryptid status of the player character, toxic people everywhere, attempting to survive, mercenaries, prostitutes, salt of the earth managing to do some good against their will, traveling to other locations avatar the last airbender ＊i've seen the show several times, live action, and korra, but haven't read comics. ＊looking for: adult!sokka ＊will play: adult!zuko, ask for other canons! ＊some vibes: post series feeling out their new roles in society, rebuilding following war, uprisings from unhappy sections, earth kingdom is just as big of a mess as firenation please help, 'forbidden' relationships, political drama, festival romance

original(ish) story vibes:

zombies! please zombies. love it. media inspo: l4d, deadrising, resident evil, twd, george romero

fantasy. royalty, pirates, mermaids, adventures, curses, and extra doses of romance. some assassins? hiding from responsibility? childhood friends to lovers and enemies finding common ground. media inspo: ACOTAR, lord of the rings, ever king, damsel, fire emblem, (for modern of these vibes) new protectorate by abigail kelly

urban fantasy vibes. witches and monsters, and romance and weirdness. maybe some monsters. eldritch beings. small town, rural america? media inspo: x-files, teen wolf, supernatural, stay a spell by juliette cross, scooby doo, being human, folk haven by lauren connolly, old gods of appalachia

cowboys! Modern? Traditional? I do not care i love cowboys and the south, just minus all of those….you know, issues. media inspo: red dead redemption, man from snowy river, yellow stone, lyla sage books

[heavilykaffeinated]

Okay I’ve had a good day to contemplate this shit- let’s do this. I’m going to start with the fact that I found tsats aggressively disappointing- if you have an issue with that, leave now.

Addressing the highly debated concept of Will and Nico being incredibly OOC- I 100% agree. That doesn’t mean that teenagers don’t change, but they took away so much of both Will and Nicos personalities. Will genuinely lost so much- he used to be a very fun and honest enjoyable character even under stress, but we didn’t get any of that. While I like the concept of Will being rather uninformed and having a really hard time in the underworld, it was overdone and Shoved Down Our Throats from the beginning. That whole scene when Will was talking to Persephone??? (That’s an ENTIRE other post lmk if you want that) He just kept being like ‘ew this place that’s clearly special to you? Yucky.’ He insisted on going on a quest with Nico (which other people were clearly more well suited for,) then proceeded to insult Nico’s second home quite often. It’s like Riordan and Oshiro squished his character and made him two dimensional.

As for Nico, he’s missing a lot. I understand coming to terms with some trauma and your personality changing, (which is literally what the entire book is about) but it’s so extreme. They took the Nico out of Nico. This boy would never come out to an entire camp in some huge display to ask a boy out. Come on.

Uhm PERCY AND ANNABETH??? Bruh what was that scene??? Though the whole page 69 thing was amusing- they were just like Oopsie Poopsie We Fucked Up but you get to deal with it have fun 🤩. (Again, that whole scene was really OOC and an entire other post)

Uh oh the big one- the really weird queer rep. Before y’all come at me, I’m gay as hell, this shit isn’t new. Anyway, it felt really forced. The queer rep in ToA was amazing because it was casual and normal- this was not that. Why were demons coming out to them. Tf. The acceptance subplot is amazing in theory, but again, it was Shoved Down Our Throats. It’s like they slapped a rainbow sticker on the book and suddenly it’s supposed to be amazing. It felt shallow and artificial.

What on earth was Will doing down there??? Think about it- we have Hazel, Reyna, and a few other characters who were either not mentioned or barely mentioned who would have been better suited to the underworld.

Will and Nicos relationship felt really toxic and superficial- I get that it’s their first relationship and it’s not going to be perfect, but they were arguing the whole time, they had no chemistry, and they seemed like they hated each other.

On a similar note, this book lost the whole Acceptance thing from the other people Nico loves. HAZEL??? REYNA??? APOLLO??? They were all left out, and any mention of them felt like a rushed afterthought.

Another big one- the trauma motif. (Again speaking as a biatch with ptsd) Nico was scarily self aware- this whole book is supposed to be about Nico growing and being a kid, yet it was always Trauma Trauma Trauma Childhood Trauma, and he was aggressively self aware- there was no growth there. Things like that take time- and that wasn’t represented. It was like somebody snapped their fingers and Nico became a really angsty self aware therapist.

The conflict of the book felt half baked. Literally why did Nyx care. I don’t know. Does she? There wasn’t much action. (except for the dream sequences, those were good.) Tartarus didn’t feel dangerous or scary. I liked the idea of the Cocoa Puffs, but that also felt half baked. Instead of being like ‘these are literally you’ Nyx was like ‘these are your children lmao 🫃👶👶👶’ that storyline had so much potential but it didn’t really work out.

The whole damn thing read like fanfiction. It felt like Twitter fan service

Also Will was ignored??? This book was supposed to be about Nico and Will, but it ended up being just Nico. I wanted to see anxiety Will :(

Rick Riordan has done really well creating engaging middle reader books in the past, but this felt very Fourth Grade Learn About Gay People And Trauma.

Overall, there were good parts to the book, but I didn’t like it. The entire thing felt half baked and two dimensional. I’m going to reread some of Riordans work, and read some of Oshiros books to try to find the disconnect.

[thesungod]

https://www.tumblr.com/thesungod/716101402178486272/so-ive-been-reading-toa-and-im-nearly-done-with?source=share

Oh yeah that makes sense, I didn't even consider that part about Apollo being an unreliable narrator and demigods having a different way of interacting in friendships. It still hurts my heart a little though bc I LOVE Apollo 😭 and I'm glad you like answering asks about toa bc I have a lot of thoughts :)) I saw a spoiler about the ending of the last book where will and Nico are about to go on their quest to Tartarus and Apollo says he can't help them with that, what are your thoughts on that? It made me :/ a bit bc an Apollo who loves his children and who knows what it's like to be a mortal and how difficult it is for demigods should not be so casual about hi own son going off to literal hell and then saying he can't help ... It seems ooc to me. What do you think?

OH ANON. WELCOME TO THE CLUB.

Literally every ToA fan thinks Apollo just letting Nico and Will fuck off to Tartarus is ooc and stupid.

I totally understand how the solangelo book needed to work on its own to give Will and Nico the chance to shine, but it truly makes no sense for them to inform Apollo of their plan without Apollo at the very least attempting to convince them to leave it alone!!

The solangelo book could have simply worked on the premise that neither Apollo nor Hades know anything about Nico and Will’s plan. The moment Rick Riordan canonically confirmed that Apollo is AWARE of his sunshine son wanting to jump to Hell, it becomes soo OOC of him to not care or intervene😭

And the part about Apollo being like “i just don’t want to tell demigods what to do <3” DUDE WHAT THE HELL, it’s your literal job as a parental figure to tell demigods what to do (=advice them and guide them). I just… don’t get it.

Personally, I like to consider that scene a simple narrative device with no bearing on the rest of the story: Rick needed to tease the solangelo book + Apollo was the only narrator available + adults notoriously can’t help in kids’ books because that would make the kids NOT the protagonists anymore = “I know of Will and Nico’s plan but I can’t help ah-ah”.

When you’re done with the books, I recommend you to read Eclipse by @tsarinatorment if you want to see an alternative ending where Apollo doesn’t just shrug and say “well, whatever🧍🏻‍♀️” when Will tells him of Tartarus.

I (thesungod on Ao3) also have a couple of fics brushing the Tartarus topic post ToA (technically, one of them is still not online because it’s being written but it’s almost done eheh), and there are so many fics about Apollo generally being a good dad post-canon you can find browsing the tag, if you’ll be in the mood for some more content when you’re done with the books. I know I definitely was😅.

If Rick Riordan doesn’t give us what we want, we’ll just make it ourselves🤪.

With that said, I’m happy you love Apollo and I’m always here to answer more ToA questions and give my opinions because ToA is the book series of my life <33

Enjoy the rest of the series <3

[chaosfantasmic]

Links fanfic intro chapter 2!!! (YOUR STILL GAY!!😲!!)

this has a lot of plot convenience so don't come at me, also sorry if there's ooc, this is like my first time writing for Lu so I'm not exactly Shakespeare yet.

....

When wind woke up he was met with the blinding light of the sun on his face

Also he was also on someones....back? what was going on-

"Oh, your awake! That's probably a good sign considering how banged up you were when I found you last night."

Wind shrieked and jumped, making the mysterious person almost drop him on the grass

"hey your alright I'm not gonna hurt you, your safe, were in Persephone woods and I'm taking you to Tari Takii town to see a healer, your safe ok?" The person reassured him

Now that it was daytime wind could get a better look at the person, though not at there face considering there mouth was covered by a face mask and the rest of them was covered by a hood.

"Buuut you still probably are pretty confused, but that's expected considering you were probably half asleep when I found you, well if I'm gonna be transporting you I'd better tell you my name first, I'm... Sapphire, and....yours?" sapphire as wind now knew them as, asked

"I'm.... Wind." He muttered, still not fully awake and slightly dazed

"Ook well wind your names a little funky but don't worry your safe with me!" Sapphire said as he walked along the forest floor, hopping over the occasional tree stump or overgrown root

Wind had to admit, this Persephone woods or whatever sapphires had called it, was actually really pretty, there were little white blue and red birds flying about, animals and squirrels racing around the trees, which had light green and yellow flowy leaves that hung down, some even had flowers growing on them.

they sat in silence for a few minutes, nothing but the occasional crunch of a leaf under sapphires feet would interrupt it.

..

"Were you the random guy who found me last night, and made the fire?" Wind asked

"Oh yea that was me, yea you were lookin pretty rough when I found you, its a good thing I did too, otherwise the Bokoblins would've gotten to you first, the Persephone woods are dangerous at night" Sapphire grimaced

A place as peaceful as this, dangerous? The sailor thought

"I thought I was dead, when I saw you I thought I was hallucinating!" Wind explained, that got a laugh out of sapphire

"Yea well once we get you on over to Tarii you'll be alright, the Medic there's Mr. Artemis he'll fix you right up, you'll might be stuck in bed for a day or two but you'll be alright." Sapphire chirped happily

"Yea...." Wind said, a slight hint of sadness lingered in his voice

"You sound sad, is there something bothering you?" Sapphire questioned, halting to a stop as he looked back at the sailor, a concerned look on his face

"It's just..

*how the hell do I tell him? Oh yea I have 7 older brothers and a dad we was in another fucking dimension and I got a really shitty concussion and a assy portal opened and I landed in the middle of the fucking woods*

"My brothers, we were...in a fight and got separated, and that's when you found me in the woods, I just wanna know if they're ok." Wind said

"Yknow there probably thinking the exact same thing right now, there out there somewhere looking for you." Sapphire said reassuringly

"I just...I hope I can see them again, wherever they are." He sighed

Sapphire smiled softly "well I think they'd be happy to know there brothers in good hands."

"Yea...me too." Wind said

He felt better, his head still hurt but at least he wasn't at rick of dying of severe blood loss, this sapphire guy, he was....strange to say the least but surprisingly comforting, he didn't feel quite comfortable putting his life in the hands of a complete stranger, if he had learned anything from his time on the sea its that you can't trust anyone, but sapphire had been nothing but kind to him, surely he wouldn't magically betray him? And sapphire wasn't a pirate like he was, he was a seemingly normal guy in fact, the sailor decided he'd trust him for now, and if he felt like betraying him, well that was his own fault.

....

they walked in silence for about another half hour, Wind could feel himself drift off again, he could see the sunset through the peeks of the trees, the birds had begun to settle in there nests and the squirrels no longer scampered across the thin branches. He shut his eyes and prepared to let sleep overtake him once again

Until he heard a call off in the distance

"WIND!"

Fuck sleep, wind thought his head immediately shot up, making sapphire jump a little at the sudden movement, could it really be

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye he could see the blue of warriors scarf, twilights pelt, times armour-, he knew he wasn't hallucinating this time, that he knew for a fact, was his family

Sapphire noticed "I suppose those are your brothers then huh?" He asked, Wind nodded eagerly

Sapphire set him down against a tree

"Well, I guess my work here is done then, glad I could help you out a little." He said, as he stood up, and started to walk off into the forest

"Stay safe out there!" Sapphire said as he gave him one last smile

And just like that, he was gone, faded into the trees.

...

"Sailor! Are you all right, are you ok, I thought we'd never find you." Time said as he out his hands on winds shoulders

the captain laughed "aww look at the old man, being a mom again."

"oh shut up wars you act like you weren't up crying all night!" Legend said

Wars fake gasped "this is PERSONAL!"

Everyone was so caught up in the fact that there brother was alive and well, they didn't notice the setting sun looming over the trees

"Yknow we should probably find some place to set up camp soon, it's getting late." Sky said as he pointed to the sky (haha get it)

And so they were off, off into this Hyrule for however long Hylia decided they would.

Little did wind Know, it would not be his last encounter with Sapphire, but that would have to wait

....

Yea the ending is literal dog shit I literally did not know what to put I promise I'm not a bad writer pls keep reading

[twocorvids]

OKAY SO- don't feel pressured to write this or anything, but i wanted to send you a request about a fic since you're trying to get back into writing :)

so, in the comics there's this little scene where morty gets scared at night after an adventure and goes downstairs where rick is sitting on the couch watching tv. rick ends up offering to hang out with him on the couch all night and they fall asleep there together.

just cute, wholesome grandson-grandpa realness. ofc- feel free to adapt it however you want, haha.

maybe you could write something like that, but with our rick and morty? i think the idea is so cute lol.

<3

okay so more notes or whatever will be after the actual fic/request lol. sorry if it’s too ooc or anything! (also this has to do with the latest ep hope u don’t mind!)

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Rick Sanchez is a man of many extremes.

His anger is a hot, wiry thing. Brittle in the way that it will pierce whoever dares break it. Morty knows this intimately, both from watching the aftermath and being victim of it. He is also victim of his grandfather’s flickering joys, and his snowy lows, because Rick is the type to draw others into his vastness, his tide. But, Rick’s always brittle, always hallowed in a way pride can’t hide.

His grandpa is breakable in a way that breaks — shatters anything and everything else around it — Morty does not know how else to describe it. He is the man who will sharpen his own bone to a blade, if that’s what it takes.

And that is all the very reason why Morty stands by the doorway towards the kitchen, feeling more like a festering mold the longer he stays there. The longer he watches Rick flick through the channels with varying disinterest.

Even more so as he watches Rick’s head tilt back, eyes closed to slits as his brows furrow and he sighs gruffly.

“Morty,” Morty freezes. “The fuck are you doing?”

Morty gulps and stiffly grabs at the wooden doorway hard enough for his nails to hurt. “I — I dunno, I was just trying to figure out how you were feeling, I guess.”

Rick’s forehead creases further. “How I was feeling? What are you, a therapist? Figured I’m an easy meal ticket if you study up enough on how to fix me?” He continues to switch through channels, body eventually going lax again.

Morty shifts forward, rubbing his arm. “Geez, I just didn’t wanna pass through if you weren’t in a good mood.” His grandfather shoots him an incredulous stare, setting the remote down temporarily.

“Okay, well, I’m not anymore. Go to bed, piss off, shoo, whatever.” He picks the remote back up again, clicking away while Morty fidgets.

Quieter, he adds, “. . . night, kiddo.” Rick glances off to the side. “Just stop eyeing the back of my head. It’s — it’s getting creepy. Or, or, just tell me what you want now instead of pretending that there’s no issue and wasting any more of my time.”

Morty takes another step forward, letting a huff out right as Rick starts tapping his foot.

“Well?”

“I just — I just feel so weird!” Morty bursts, running his fingers though his hair. “Everything feels so unfamiliar after that Roy game! Like, way more than usual! It usually doesn’t take so long for things to feel . . . normal, again. But everything is still weird and, and shitty.”

For a few moments, Rick hesitates.

“You always struggle coming down from Roy.”

“I know that! Damnit, that’s what I’ve been telling myself all day,” Morty says, “but it’s not helping! Nothing is! You sure as hell aren’t!”

Morty cringes harshly as Rick turns to look at him again.

“Shit, sorry, I know I shouldn’t be treating you like that — “

“Morty — “

“But why?” Morty breathes tiredly. Rick goes rim-rod straight.

“Why? I can’t help but feel that I should be angry at you, or should be treating you like that, but I’m not. Well, it’s not that I’m not angry at you, it’s just — “ Morty gestures wildly, voice exasperated.

“I don’t feel like I’m angry enough. And — and I think I was, once. Or, I knew how to be? I don’t know, Rick, I just feel different.” Morty wipes at his eyes, his mind feeling raw and blistered.

“I know I ended up killing a lot of myself, and you probably think it’s stupid to be talking about this, but it’s not stupid to me. It’s not. . .”Morty trails off, jumps when Rick makes the couch creak when he sits up.

“Morty, either go to bed,” Rick jabs his thumb towards the stairs, “or quit monologuing at me with your teen angst bullshit and sit down and relax.” Rick pats down the cushion next to him.

After a deliberating silence, Morty hesitantly sits down, staring at Rick suspiciously the whole way down. Because Rick is a brittle old man, he always is, and Morty must be vigilant.

Rick reached for the remote, and Morty speaks without thinking: “Didn’t you just say to stop pretending?” Morty cowers when Rick glares at him, and Rick pauses and sighs deeply.

“Yeah, and I said to stop wasting my time. Fi — Figures I could only count on one of those conditions happening. The one most convenient for you.” Rick burps, which is worth mentioning because it’s rarer nowadays.

“Rick, can’t you try to be a bit nicer to me? Y’know, have a bit more empathy?” Morty says, but he is the one burning this time because these passive words aren’t right. The majority of him thinks so, but a part of him throbs at it, at the sentiment. Something aches in its own incompletion, a strange phantom pain that makes his head swim.

“I just feel like I need something more. From you, and myself. Like I just — just — “

“You’re incomplete.” Rick says, idly picking at a faint stain on his shirt. Morty’s attention snaps to Rick. His grandfather’s face is perfectly neutral, unreadable in the way no one knows what goes on in the depths of the ocean when looking at the surface.

“I guess.” Rick sighs at Morty’s response, facade wrinkling.

“No you don’t ‘guess.’ You are.” Rick holds his hand up before Morty can blurt anything, can panic.

“But nobody really is.” Rick rearranges himself on the couch. “You probably weren’t even really before.”

“But I could’ve been,” Morty says, mind splitting and spinning. His perception of himself is distorted, and he can never know the true level of it. He can’t know himself truly, not anymore, and that knowledge sits heavy on his chest, like a heart attack waiting to happen.

“So could’ve been anyone else.” The words feel like ice on Morty’s skin and goosebumps start to raise, but then a cautious hand is on his shoulder.

“You’re gonna be fine, Morty.” He says, a touch exasperated, but the hand on Morty’s shoulder is warm. And that specific prospect pokes at his mind, all-consuming. Rick, the brittle old man that can do very little with what he has besides hurt, has callouses deep enough in his hands that they can be felt even through a shirt. His hands should be cold, or at the very least, burning hot.

Because for all of that — for all of the hot and cold moods — Rick is not warm. There is not a piece of him that is lukewarm, or moderate, or temperate. Not a piece of him that doesn’t break off a little when he brushes against something hard enough.

But Rick’s hand is warm, warm enough to make Morty’s eyes prickle. Enough to make him lower his head as Rick finally clicks onto a channel and settles on it.

A part of him isn’t really comforted by Rick’s words, but it’s rare for the whole of him to be comforted by Rick, anyway. He’s gotten used to that.

But Rick’s thumb rubs at his shoulder, and it’s probably the closest he’s gotten to feeling as though Rick is trying. As though Rick misses as much as Morty does. As though Rick aches a similar tune to Morty.

He can’t say it’s enough in the grand scheme of things, but he does start to doze off. His vision gets bleary and his head stops pounding, so it’s enough for tonight.

He’s tossed vaguely awake when Rick wraps his arm properly around him, seeming to decide to settle down for the night too.

“You promise I’ll be fine?” Morty mumbles irrationally into the air, a vague afterthought.

Rick is a warm heartbeat beside him, steady and even gentle when he rubs Morty’s arm again.

“For fuck’s sake, Morty, yeah.” Rick’s frustration is practically palpable, but Morty still barely processes Rick pulling him just a bit closer just as he falls asleep, warmth gathered in his chest.

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im sososo sorry if this comes off as cringy lmao. this is my first time properly writing them so I hope it doesn’t come off too badly! honestly, it was probably a bit more than I should’ve started with, considering morty is already supposed to be acting different and this is my first time writing him buuuuut. oh well this is what I wanted to write so. the heart wants what it wants and all. rlly tho! I hope you enjoyed @hazelnut-u-out !!! and rlly anyone who reads this! also, I fully intend to write out every other request I got! it just will take awhile lmao not too long tho I got y’all

[my-mt-heart]

Daryl calling Laurent creepy seems OOC (except for s1 Daryl) but Daryl was already very cold towards Henry and probably thought he was useless or at least he didnt want to have anything with him. He only cared because he was Carol's kid.

He barely shared any scenes with Carl and when he said " i would have died for him" ir was, to me, only becaise it was Rick's kid. In that regard, he would have died for Henry too.

The only kids he really cares about are are Judith and RJ because he actually had time to have a growing bond with them.

Even Sophia, he only went though hell to find her because he was really, deeply, though unable to admit it at the time, devoted to Carol. If he had time to bond with her, that would have been different (with Carl though, they had 8 seasons, and no excuse : bad writing. Thank God they fixed it with Judith mainly, and RJ).

All this to say that he doesnt have "a thing" for kids, to me. But Laurent is probably gonna change that, and well, Aaron sid say "you re going to be a gread dad one day" or something like that so.. this has to led somewhere, even 10 000 seasons later, right?

I dont think he's gonna find Laurent creepy anymore after a few eps. He s probably gonna care for him a lot. Laurent is mysterious and interesting to me.

And i dont mind anyway, as long as the endgame is Caryl and team family.

Just my two cents of course

Well, I think Daryl was more agitated that he had to look after the kid Carol adopted with another man rather than at Henry's naivety, but yes, he did it for Carol. If we choose to accept deleted scenes as canon, we could say Daryl wasn't very kind to Sophia or Carl at first. I don't think he had the skillset to deal with kids in the early days of the show, but his bond with Carol and with Rick taught him how to bond/ look after their children. Then there's Lydia, who he also wasn't kind to at first, but she was introduced as an antagonist, so that explains that. With Laurent though, Daryl's attitude reads as insensitive to me, and since the kid isn't presenting himself as a threat and he doesn't belong to someone he's had time to form a bond with, I'm just not sure what's prompting it. It feels off.

I'm not saying their relationship won't grow. Of course it will. But we're meant to believe he'll grow so attached to him, he starts to feel torn between his family back home and the new connections he's made. That's what the synopsis suggested, didn't it? That's what gives me pause. Because Daryl is a character known for his loyalty (to TF) and for taking a long time to form meaningful attachments. So I'm very skeptical a bond that deep between Daryl and Laurent can be properly earned in 6 episodes. I expect it to feel forced and I expect it to undermine what makes Daryl Daryl to me and to cheapen the endgame for Caryl and for TF. If the next 5 episodes prove otherwise, I'll gladly take it, but that is my biggest concern at the moment.

Thank you for dropping in your two cents. I appreciate it!

[robo-milky]

I TWST-ified my theatre highlight/incorrect quotes: (Extremely OOC)

Lilia: It’s our last show and our final fight scene! Let’s make it the best one!

Rest of the Mic Crew: Yeah!

Lilia: I’ll cue you in on the sound, Cater.

Lilia: Cuing battle suspense music in 3… 2… 1…

Azul (on stage): Go get Epel’s brains!

Cater: *Accidentally plays Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley*

Cloche: What the hell- What the hell- Oh my god…

Cater: NOOOOOO- NOOOOO- I SWEAR THAT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN- I SWEAR THAT WAS THE WRONG INPUT-

Idia: CATER! CATER!

Lilia: *Stifling laughter in the back to not alarm audience*

Cater: HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN?! NOOOO!

Idia: My parents came to this production! I was supposed to use this for my portfolio!

Cater: I’m sorry! I really don’t know how that happened!

Idia: Fuck you, Cater.

Cloche: It’s okay- They won’t know. We’ll just pretend it’s a meme show.

Azul and Epel: *Duking it out on stage as the lyrics “We’re no strangers to love” come on*

*Context: The play we put on is about the internet. In a scene prior to the finale, we used a Rickroll- Somehow, our Sounds Manager screwed up and used that Rickroll instead of the battle BGM we were supposed to use. Because it was our last day of production (our school’s last day of productions were usually twisted into a “meme show”; but we weren’t having a meme show this production), no one in the audience questioned it. It was a full house and a lot of our teachers, friends and graduates from theatre came to see the show- the pressure was insane. This was also the only show to be recorded.

[greenie6412]

I read TSATS

I don't understand why are people saying this is the worst book, that isn't canon, that Rick didn’t work on this and Mark did everything so this is a fanfic. Guys literally in the book there are the same lame jokes Rick did in HOO and PJO, be serious. 

Yeah this isn't a perfect but I really enjoyed and love so many parts. I could understand if most the critics are talking about the flaws of the books but most the hate comments (so many aren’t criticism at all) people are whining cuz Nico and Will didn’t have the fanon personalities you guys give it. I didn’t spend so much time here in tumblr cuz you guys acts something like you didn’t read the books at all and acts like all the characters of PJO are just one thing (like Nyx basically) 

Nico can’t have character development or acts like the kid he was in TTC cuz if he isnt the dark emo boy he is OOC, yall very having fanwars months ago cuz Will didnt have personality when all we see about him was so short in the POV of other person, Mostly his father and Apollo only saw the good things of Will and Leo saying that Will was an archer... Leo... Btw we read POV of a character saying that other character is something that isnt true due to that is how that character perceive him, now We have Will POV, like finally What is inside his mind and yall saying he is OOC. I just cant with this nonsense. 

they are 15 years olds, I works with kids of that age and some of them say and act in the same way, if you are a 15 years olds and you dont do it, that doesnt mean others kids will acts in the same way as you

Yeah this Nico and Will books, I would have liked we could see more about Will’s abandonment issues, more about his older brothers, more about Reyna and Hazel, but I think they cover all of their trauma in that journey. They would need like a trilogy to that, this was a book of Nick and Will going to hell and fight their own demons or understand them and accept them as part of their own.

Also WHY DID YOU GUYS EXPECT A MATURE WRITING WHEN THE BOOK IS IN CHILD SECTION??? Rick has written children books all the time and why did you expect this book of the same PJO universe being different?? I really don't understand. 

[theblondebondd]

let's talk about captain america : symbol of truth #13 ( spoilers below, obviously ). tldr at the end but i think you'll miss the point im trying to make if you skip to it.

i've seen a lot of people really upset over steve and sam's fight in this issue and rightfully so, but they're upset for the wrong reasons.

steve and sam have fought multiple times over multiple things. they're best friends, they're brothers, but they're people all the same, and people are notorious for letting their emotions get the better of them and acting out of turn.

this entire issue is steve acting on pretty severe ptsd. we pick up immediately after he, sam, sharon, and misty are almost blown up in dimension z. steve, as a war vet, already has ptsd and trauma with combat in general, hence his immediate non - reaction to the bomb. he's tuned out how bad it is because he can't reconcile with how bad this trauma is. we've seen steve have therapists in the past and he repeatedly is unable to handle his trauma from the war. this is another showcase of it. if he acknowledges how bad it is, it bogs him down, and he's understandably unwilling to let it take over. this is without mentioning the ten brutal years he spent in dimension z, which we know he suffers greatly from. dimension z was a war zone that he thought he'd never escape from while he simultaneously raised a newborn into a ten year old boy who hated hearing about the real world, the only thing that kept steve sane.

sam, on the opposite end, is, of course, horrified and upset about this. he, misty, and sharon were almost killed, and steve seemed completely unfazed. he even comments on this :

i've never seen steve like this. i mentioned misty and sharon, and he didn't even bat an eye. he's completely ready to abandon them. and he just nearly put a whole in my chest. what the hell did he and ian go through here?

they, of course, proceed to have a full blown fight. while at first, sam is just trying to protect himself, steve inevitably throws really low blows, and it forces sam to fight back.

you of all people should know what it's like to lose family, who you're supposed to protect. your mother. your father. how many people have you loved and lost? how many people have we loved and lost? think about your family. ian's my family.

now, this is particularly hard to read for more than one reason ( and a bit out of character for another, but we'll get to that in a bit ).

reason number one is of course that sam thinks about his family all the time. his father, paul, was killed trying to break up a violent fight in their neighborhood, and his mother, darlene, was killed in a mugging while trying to protect her kids. sam, as he even says in this issue, would give up anything to have been able to save them and to have them back, and steve knows this. so for steve to insinuate that he doesn't is ludicrous.

reason number two is of course that steve also lost his parents young ( i bring this point up as a response to people saying steve has no idea what losing his family as a child is like. he does, it just doesn't justify using it against sam. both can be true ). steve, as of remender's canon, grew up watching his father repeatedly abuse his mother, and suffering from said abuse as well, until he died from influenza ( or a heart attack ) when steve was about 8. sarah herself died when steve was about 14 - 16 from pneumonia. one of steve's greatest regrets in life is that he couldn't protect her from his father and couldn't keep her alive. it makes him using this against sam all the more cruel.

the third reason is, even simpler, that sam, misty, and sharon are also his family. and that writing him as uncaring toward them is odd and somewhat ooc. but at least that can be continuously attributed to the fact that he is dealing with a lot of the aforementioned ptsd right now.

the ooc part of this issue, and the event as a whole let's be honest, is the fact that unfortunately, due to rick remender, ian spent over half a decade being a completely unmentioned character, from steve and sharon alike. this is the first appearance he's had since 2016 and a flashback cameo right before secret empire ( but even that was just an unnamed picture of people steve cared about ). there is nothing in canon to support steve reacting this way to ian being in trouble now. the last time steve talked about ian was when sam told him he'd probably died, and while steve was hopeful that he was alright, he and sharon brushed it off because " he'll probably turn up ". in fact, when sharon brought up him maybe being alive earlier in sentinel, steve immediately turned that notion down, saying he was dead and that was it.

it's a normal reaction of grief to deny that after all this time that person might still be alive, but the switch up is not. steve reacting like this would be normal had we seen him grieving for ian. it's not the fault of the current sentinel & symbol writers that steve only just now cares about ian, but it becomes a detriment because we knew from remender that steve cared about ian more than maybe anyone else, and now has to act like it when he didn't before. ( it's also come at the detriment of sharon and his relationship with her because not only does it mean he never learned his lesson from what happened to her, but it also goes to show that outside of the book, marvel still doesn't consider her to be ian's mother, and the writers have all but abandoned her concern over him that she had in the former issue ).

all that being said, it makes steve's reaction to sam trying to stop him all the harder to read. neither of them are exactly " out of character " in the issue, but it still feels like unnatural lengths to go to have them fight. we all knew they'd have to eventually, and that it likely wouldn't make much sense as it's an event book, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow as it's happening, and it definitely doesn't look good on steve's part, even though intense anger is absolutely an understandable ptsd response.

steve as a character is supposed to be flawed in a relatable way. he's over protective and gets angry and deals with a lot of trauma that he can't wrap his head around. he was a jerk in this issue, and sam had every right to dive bomb him into the ground, but it's not as simple as " steve's a bad guy " or " steve should die he's nasty " or any of that. even sam doesn't think of him like that, why would you?

the lack of emotional care and nuance that goes into reading comics just because they're comics is more than irritating at this point. steve and sam arguing doesn't make one bad and the other good, as both are understandable in the situation. steve wants to get his family ( ian included ) out of dimension z as soon as possible. he and sharon are the only ones who know what it's like there and how it can hurt you if you stay longer than absolutely necessary. i have a hard time believing that if she was fully coherent, sharon wouldn't have agreed with him ( albeit she wouldn't have agreed with how forceful he was about it ). but just like he's justified in his side of it, sam is just as justified in being upset about steve seeming disinterested in recovery. he's worried about what happens to them if they keep going, just like steve is worried for what happens to them if they don't.

it's not a civil war comic where one is clearly right and the other is blatantly wrong. that was the whole point in showing how sympathetic sam was toward steve in the issue.

tldr : just because two characters fight and you don't agree with the other one because of a flaw, doesn't mean one is right and the other is downright evil, and people ignoring the blatant panels of sam understanding that steve is not himself just to claim steve is a bad person is stupid.

[olympusthief]

ooc: so with rick continuously dunking on the movies i want to say my little piece about them.

the movies are the reason i read the books. Sure i had friends telling me to read them, but these same friends also told me twilight was everything and i needed to read those too.

i saw the movies and the greek history lover in me (who stole our fifth grade greek history text book) wanted to know more. The movies were what hooked me in. Specifically the first movie.

Were they bad adaptations? Yes. But for me specifically Jake's portrayal of Luke became so ingrained that I literally could hear his voice when reading Luke's dialogue in the book. Jake more or less became synonymous with Luke for me, and still is. And I love Charlie he is doing a great job, but he does lack some of the natural charisma jake has.

The movies have some banging lines, that while not technically true still hold alot of meaning. Luke's whole son of hermes camp leader thing while not even verifiably true is true because luke was the cabin counselor for the largest cabin at camp and the one that taught most of the kids at camp how to even hold a sword. So while not true it holds weight to it in a different way.

i hate that rick dunks on the movies so much because they are a formative part of my childhood and introduction into percy jackson as a whole. i acknowledge they are bad, but when i first went into them i thought it was great, and it got me hooked it got me to read the books. I could then watch sea of monsters with a critical eye. i could appreciate what they actors were doing more, like how jake fought to keep the scar luke got cause even if it was obtained wrong he knew it was important for his character to have.

the movies are bad, yes, but without them i would not have read the books, and i would not have started writing luke in 2011 in my very first tumblr rp (yes i have been writing this bozo for 13 years and i have been in the trenches since i've always been like this about him and the fandom's ignoring of the abuse and neglect and such that luke received).

So yes the movies are bad. But Rick's treatment of them, and the actors who still to this day love them is awful. And you know how I know cause they still interact, they show support. Hell when Jake was promoting the Host he did a book signing I brought a Percy Jackson book he loudly said "Screw the Host" with Stephanie Meyer RIGHT THERE, then gushed about how he loved Percy Jackson and how much it meant to him.

There is a reason the fandom wanted the cast from the movies to make cameos. Their is still an appreciation for the movies, plus the cast is filled with amazing actors.

Adaptations can be bad, but just remember someone might have read a book because of them.