#randal graves x reader

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To All The Boys I've Written About Before - Beige Flags

In my never-ending quest to make things that appeal only to me, here's a little exercise for all the boys in my arsenal.

Angel Torres will always help you out around the house, no question about that, but boy will he act like he's a hero for simply loading the dishwasher. I'm talking wiping his brow every time you walk into the kitchen, grunting when he puts a plate on the drying rack. You offer to help but he flat out refuses, and will probably say some shit like "My hands look like this [soapy] so yours can look like that [slightly dirty from repotting your plants]."

Jesse Pinkman will call you "dude" until the end of time. It doesn't matter what stage of your relationship you are currently in, you will always and forever be "dude" to him. "Yo dude, do you want to grab Wendy's on the way home?""Dude, you look pretty today." You could be at the alter and it would be a "Dude, I do." He also 100% buys in to the "glasses make you smarter" myth.

Lemon bought himself a label-maker, and that man LOVES makin' labels. All the drawers in your flat are labeled, so are the spices (even if they already have labels), he labels which food belongs to who, all the wires/cables have a label for what kind of wire/cable they are and what they're for. You told him that you could probably remember which clear jar holds the salt and which holds the ginger-snaps, so he made the label "fuck off" and stuck it to your forehead.

Tangerine refuses to call menu items by their proper names, especially if they're stupid. A matcha latte is "green foamy shit, you know." If the dish is named after someone, this chicken shop you frequent has an Ike's Famous Wings Bowl, he will call it "that bloke's chicken thing, the one with all the spices and shit on it." The worst was when he wanted to order the Foxx on the Roxx Boxx from TGI Fridays (yes that's the spelling, I looked it up), he straight up would not say its name, he just kept pointing at the menu and saying "fucking- this one."

Harvey SDV, sweet man that he is, will always sign off his text messages. It doesn't matter how long or short the message is. There's the standard "darling, I'm running a little bit late, would you like me to pick up something for dinner? Dr H" but there's also the "okay honey (: Dr H" or the "[insert picture of flower] Dr H". You've tried to explain to him that you know that it's him, that he doesn't need to sign off every time he messages you, but it's no use.

Andrew Neiman loves to collect random bits of niche trivia, but will straight up forget incredibly basic things. You two were out at a live music venue, sipping on your tasty little beverages, and he'll just bust out something about the similarities between jazz and Indian music, and while he's expanding on the influence of Ravi Shankar on Coltrane, he'll flip through the menu in front of him and ask you what margarine is.

Carmen Berzatto, common knowledge at this point, always keeps a book on him, which on its own is a very good thing. It keeps him from getting bored, you think it makes him look smart, it's a win by all accounts. But, save for when he's at work, he will whip that book out whenever there's any sort of lull in a conversation or if he's not physically doing something. You were talking to him about weekend plans, and he'll be listening intently because he's a good boyfriend who cares about your thoughts, but as soon as you go quiet to turn around to grab something he's flipping open his copy of The Reivers to quickly read a sentence.

Randal Graves loves to fake propose at restaurants for free shit. He makes a big thing out of it, will pull you aside before you enter Olive Garden and show you the tiny plastic ring he's used about three times already and whisper about the ruse he's about to pull, and all you can do is nod along with him. He's gotten more elaborate each time, from the basic garden-variety proposal, to putting it in your water, to asking to have it put in your Chipotle burrito (you had nearly swallowed it that time), managing to score a few free desserts and, at one point, a bottle of cheapo champagne that he got so incredibly slurshed on at home.

Warren Rojas has this game he likes to play whenever you two go to bars or nightclubs where he will pretend like you two don't know each other just so he can hit on you in the most cheesy ways known to man. Asking to buy you a drink, dumb pick-up lines, saying shit like "My name is Warren, but you can call me anytime." It's so incredibly dumb and he gets the biggest kick out of it. One time when you and Eddie were having a conversation at a party he totally pulled out the "Is this guy bothering you, babe?" He thinks he's so funny.

Jimmy Bartlett, whenever you two are cuddling, will set a timer so he knows when to switch from big spoon to little spoon. He'll bring up the egg timer from the kitchen and set it to 20 minutes before he joins you on his bed. You'll be half asleep after a long shift from work with his head buried in the back of your neck, and the next thing you know he's shuffling around while tiny beeps are sounding and he's somehow got your arms around him before you even realize what's happening, before drifting off again. He says it's only fair.

Miguel O'Hara is like a big dog with the temperament of a house cat; thinks he takes up less space than he does and always at least slightly grumpy. He'll get confused when he goes to put on a sweater that was originally yours (the communal wardrobe holds no prisoners) and finds it tight around his biceps. He knocks his forehead on low doorways constantly, you've taken to shouting 'duck' whenever you see him about to go through one. Watching movies on the couch with him, during a rare moment of peace, can be an ordeal because he always wants to lie down on top of you and you don't have the heart to tell him that he's crushing your lungs.

[wallapology]

*shaking violently* hey guys. I’m writing a Randal Graves x Reader that is a rescript of his intro scene in Clerks and I need to share what I have somewhere. here it is. It is a BIG WORK IN PROGRESS. Um. That’s it.

18+ for mentions of explicit stuff

(Cw: d slur and f slur used, mentions of sex, mild fatphobia, I mean he’s a little bit of an asshole oopsie doopsies)’

Well. Today was shaping up to be a shitty day.

Not every day you had a break from work. And even when there was nobody to cover for, when you could get yourself off your ass for long enough to escape your parents who loved to breathe down your neck, to make you feel bad for half-existing, you often had no idea what to make of yourself.

You could invite a friend over. You could draw. You could write. But there were days when you could barely even get yourself to do that, whether that was due to social anxiety or general burnout from everyone, you weren’t really sure. Today was one of those days, so; You went on a walk.

Your mentally ill friends told you that they loved going on long walks and dissociating to blow off whatever emotion they were feeling (and in this case, it was melancholy), and as you put one foot in front of the other, you slowly felt that emotion fade slowly to one of apathy.

You saw a strip mall up down what must’ve been a mile or two off of the purgatory that was the Leonardo, New Jersey interstate. Quick Stop and RST Video were the only two in the lot. That, and it seemed like there was a huge ass building standing down the street that was under construction. You wondered what that was.

Hey, you thought, maybe your comfort movie could cheer you up.

As you approached the door, you looked up and down at the VHS tapes that lined the walls. Didn’t seem to have too much of a selection— you could’ve sworn half of them were smut just by looking at the title.

But there it was; right in the window. You wished you could reach your hand in through the glass so you didn’t have to talk to the guy who worked there.

Oh. Hold on. The lights were off. Were they open today? Glancing at the sign at the door, it seems like they should be.

Eleven AM was opening; the clock inside told you it was around 10:50.

Well, what else were you doing? Might as well wait. Might as well take a breath and people watch.

You waited. You glanced at the clock. It was 11:03.

You watched two boys stroll up to the front of the Quick Stop that looked to be closed on more meticulous inspection, watched as one of them put a boom box on the side walk and the other danced like nobody was watching. You avoided eye contact as he sauntered himself around the corner with his friend without a care in the world.

Some part of you wished you could join them.

11:15.

You sat on the sidewalk. Maybe the guy was running late. You figure you’d see somebody in the next couple of minutes hurriedly snug their station wagon into a parking space, speedwalk with the determination of a Suburban mom with their keys, give a hurried apology as they fumbled for the door.

But that guy seemed like he may never come.

You pulled out your Walkman, put your earphones in, popped in a Lit cassette that reminded you of the beat that was still ringing around the back of the building.

Around third time you wondered if you should just give up and keep going, you noticed a guy coming your way down the sidewalk, glancing at you, then at the door to the Video Store.

Was that the guy?

He was moving quite slow for someone who was around a half an hour late. Seems you had company.

You wondered if he was some sort of redneck. Would’ve looked it more if he wasn’t covering his scraggly hair with a backwards cap. Was that in nowadays? Both his jacket and failure to commit entirely to a mullet certainly weren’t doing him any favors, either.

You stuck your hands in your pockets.

The way he latched at and tugged with all of his might at the door caught you way off guard, made you jump a little. You wondered if he might be a tweaker— no. Too clear-eyed for that. If anything, could’ve been Kratom and a Red Bull.

You didn’t much mind, especially when he was looking at you like that.

You popped out one earphone. “Guy’s not here.”

“You’re kiddin’! It’s almost 11:30.”

“Yeah, it’s been like.” You glanced at the sign. “Half an hour. Maybe. At least.”

Maybe it was because you were paranoid, but… it almost was like he was too quick with the comment. Almost like a bit.

“Hope he’s okay.” You muse.

Like some kind of What Would You Do routine. It almost slipped your mind.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a firm kick on the door, giving it a BUMP.

“Man, I hate when I can’t rent movies!”

He slouched on the door with too much effort. He very much was in his early 20s, but he reminded you of a teenager: at the very least, he was just as Dramatic. You might as well play the bit, if it was one. What else were you gonna do today?

You shrugged, tapping the glass. “Wonder if they meant to close. I’d’ve tried Big Choice, but I see the movie I want right in the window.”

“Which one?” He cocks his eyebrow.

“Flash Gordon.”

“You came for that too? That’s the movie I came for.” He almost spit a load everywhere.

Load of horseshit, that had to be. What kind of guy other than obsessive nerds (and you knew, without shame, you fit in that category) would ever want Flash Gordon?

So you asked; “Why?”

“Why do you care?”

That was quick. He almost spat it out before you finished your question. Before you could even turn to try to let him out of it, he answered anyway.

“I’m a sucker for crappy movies.” He said it sarcastically, but you could bet there was some truth there.

“Hey, me too.” Well, of course. You both were loitering outside of a video store. Of course you both liked crappy movies. “It’s yours, man. I’ll seen it too many times.”

“How many?”

“Gotta be at least like.” You puff your cheeks out in thought. “Ten, at this point.”

“That’s nothing. I’ve seen it fifteen.” Was he trying to one-up you? Did that seem like some kind of flex, to him?

“No way! You’re a nerd too?” You didn’t necessarily mean to slight him, but your comment came out a little snarkier than you might have wanted it to be. You tended to do that. The thought of it caught you off guard, made you laugh at the last part.

“I just like to watch people embarrass themselves, Rodriguez.” He sits with his arms resting on the door frame.

“Rodriguez?” The question was genuine.

“Yeah. Pudge Rodriguez. You know him?”

It took you a second to realize he was dropping a punchline. Seems you fell for it. He was a baseball player, sure, but the deliberate choice of Pudge was probably referring less to the game and more to your muffin top that was spewing out over your midrise jeans. His eyes caught the light as he watched you parse it out.

Bold. What a bastard.

“Says you, Jeeter. When’s the last time you’ve hit any double with those flabby triceps?” Instead of crossing your arms— since that showed defensiveness, weakness— you made a show at pointing at it on his jacket, even pinching it a little.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise!” He slapped your hand away— no bite to it, though.

“Unless you’re talking about the ones at Moobys, maybe.”

You raised your eyebrows, giving him a second to put it together. You let the corners of your lips twist upward into a smile.

“Tell ya what.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the door. He popped his jaw out a little, but his eyes were warm— the mouth wasn’t smiling, but his eyes sure were. “I betcha twenty bucks you won’t be able to rent that tape.”

“Which one?” You feigned innocence.

“Flash Gordon.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Twenty bucks.”

“I already said you could have it. I’ll find another stupid sci-fi movie to watch.”

“What, you don’t want to see Sam Jones’s triceps anymore?”

You shrugged, playfully.

“Come on, what are ya, a Dyke? Twenty bucks in it for you.”

You took a second to think about it.

“Well, at least I know why you want it, now. Plus, how do I know that’s fair?”

He paused for a moment before turning to you again. They knew a fair amount, but not enough, you thought. His eyes were a lovely, lovely shade of blue.

“What are you talkin’ about, Willis?”

You rolled your eyes. Terribly corny, someone of his demographic likely shouldn’t even say it, and he didn’t even say it right. “You might know the guy who runs the joint, uhhhhh…” you look up in half mock-innocence and half genuinely coming up with ideas.

“Running some underground scam with the New Jersey mafia… I’m not from around here, right? so there’s my disadvantage.”

“You assume so low of me to try to trick you like that.”

“Maybe.” You pop your tongue.

“I’m wounded. Wounded by your satirical pessimism.”

You flashed him a grin. “if you’re so interested, how bout we up the anty?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I don’t know. What’s in it for you?”

He looked you up and down. Neither of you, you thought, were sure what to make of that. So you thought you might as well check him out, too.

You saw a couple of thoughts cross his mind. One of them he almost spoke on, but it seemed he choked back, a little bit. Maybe down to faking something being stuck in his throat. You wondered why, at this point of the conversation, he would feel like hesitating.

“A drink. From the store over there.”

He tried to stay casual, motioning with his thumb to the Mart that ran right alongside it. Looked closed, but then—

You walked up to the corner of the street to get a glimpse of what was written on the other end of the wall.

In big, black words that were written with little haste: “I assure you, we’re OPEN!”

“Wow, they’re assuring us they’re open. Now nice of em.” You stuck your hands in your pockets, walking back over. “I could’ve sworn you were gonna ask me for sex, working boy. Are you gonna buy me a beer, or do you not have a fake?”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Anywhere from sixteen to thirty five.”

“Careful! Could turn ya in to the police.” He gave you a small, cocky, shit-eating grin as he turned on his heel, almost with a bit of flourish, heading to the Quick Stop, it seemed.

“Where you going?” You raised your eyebrows, cautiously.

“Getting a pre-competition snack.”

“Good idea.” You follow behind him like a dog on his heels.

“Hey, Pudge! No girls allowed.”

“No fairies, either?”

“Nope.”

“So why are you allowed in?”

He stopped walking, and turned to look at you.

“What, Sam Jones not doing anything for you anymore?”

Now he let a smile slip.

He tried to let you in. You thought that may be leighway for you to get kicked in the pants, so you moved behind him and offered letting him in instead, with a flourish. You swore you could’ve heard someone say, “dude, she called him a fag!” From around the corner.

The guy at the corner of the quick stop looked tired— his mental age sure surpassed his years. But his eyes lit up as soon as your new friend made his way in through the door. As if on your cue, he pulled off a little shuffle as he fell in, as to announce his arrival.

“You’re late.” The dude at the counter spoke.

He whips around to face his seemed coworker (unless there was some kind of morning routine you, obviously, were unfamiliar with).

“What are you doin’ here? I thought you were playing hockey at one.”

Well, look who was right.

“The boss called. Authur fell ill.”

“Damn, he roped you into that?” You asked as you made your way in.

He glanced over at you, then him.

“You know each other?”

“No.” You smiled.

You saw him lean up on the counter— you tore your eyes away from him, for a second, to pick up a coke and some spearmint gum.

“What about the grate?” He pointed to the window as you moved.

“Nice job with the shoe polish.” You put your coke up on the table. If you didn’t figure it out before, you could certainly smell it.

He gave you a nod, with a slight roll of his eyes. “Thanks.” Before turning to him. “Some guy chewed gum in the locks.”

“Buncha savages in this town.” He shook his head. “Shit, had I known you were here, I’d have showed up later.”

“So if I make a twenty dollar bet with him, how fucked am I?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I’m getting that money one way or another.”

“Not for being a little shit about it.”

“Omitting the truth, if anything. Dante, she’s bet me twenty bucks that she’s gonna get the Flash Gordon tape before I do.”

“I didn’t even agree to it.”

“You implied it.”

“Wanna take that to court?”

“You are just a sore little loser, aren’t you?”

Dante looked back and forth at the both of you. He cleared his throat, before putting a few VHS tapes and a key on the desk.

“Are you gonna go open the store, or are you gonna try to get in this girl’s pants for the rest of the day?”

“Not really. Give me the keys.”

[sewinrat]

Randal x cousin Frank’s pet ferret?

Might be an odd request but I thought it would be funny if little frank had a pet who acted more like a babysitter for him than an actual pet

This Takes place before he got kicked to the moon, also the reader is female

I'm sorry but I'm not really in the Ranfren fandom long enough to know who cousin Frank is. I try to find source but all I found was a link to a deactivated deviantart where the comic was supposed to be and few fanarts so instead I changed it to you being Randal's pet/babysitter.

*Reader implied female and a ferret. Don't get confused with cat or dog behaviours. Also I added Lucid 6 and 12 separately technically

"You are an idiot." You told Randal as you bandaged him up. You make him put tissues up his nose to stop his nose from bleeding more. Luther told you to bandage him up while he go set up a game for the family. "Heh heh~ I just want to play with Sebastian~" he laughs it off and wrap his arms around you while he rubs his face/cheek against yours. "Leave the poor boy alone, he's still new- Stop, you're still bleeding." You hiss at him as a warning.

"Awh~ But your tail is wagging! And that's rare!" He points out and you look down behind you, sure enough - it is wagging. You're embarrassed but you hide it and push Randal away from you. "I feel more like a babysitter than a pet," You retorted. "But you're still the best pet! You play with me, you can keep up with me, not so quiet like those two cats and you're not as fragile as Sebastian!" He has a big cat-like smile on his face as he thinks about all those times you play games with him without you getting tired. Although he lets out small laughs when he remembers times you accidentally ran into furnitures because of your poor vision as a ferret.

You sighed in defeat and continue on with trying to still stop the bleeding nose that you both momentarily ignored. After you successfully did, you put on Mickey mouse ears headband on him for some reason. "There. Now come on," you grab his hand, "we have a family game to get to." You ran with him, holding hands to get to the others. Randal laughs joyfully seeing you being so hyper for no reason.

—

"Randal this is stupid." You say while the boy in statement digs out a grave of some kid named 'Winston Hansen'. "Your brother is going to catch us." You told him the obvious. "It's fine~ I just want to see~" he keeps digging with a smile. Not even over 2 minutes, Luther caught him with Nyen as the catman restrain him and cover his mouth. You hiss aggressively at the catman and your tail poof-out at him. Unfortunately, you are around the same age as Randal so you aren't really intimidating him but you tried.

Luckily Luther told Nyen to let Randal go but that didn't stop you from still trying to intimidate him, glaring deathly as you can at him and he glares back twice as harsh but neither of you are going to do anything with the king around.

Anyways, you all get in the car and you started to wipe away the 'dirt' while moving your legs back and forth(also not trying to hit the front seat) but it seems that it's affecting and fusing into him, the filth spreading, making him rot by the hands. You almost hit him when you hear what he wants to order at a drive thru. Fortunately, he got the kids' meal instead but he's unable to pick up the fries so you had to hand feed him.

Once you arrived home, you both went towards Randal's room with Luther. You lay down on your own bed that was beside Randal's coffin. You didn't bother to listen to the brothers' conversation and instead started to doze off, you lean your head a little bit against his coffin before you went dead asleep. You may not see it after but Randal also leans against the in/other side of his coffin where your head was against.

[starryevermore]

do not chastise the dove (epilogue) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: a look into what the future holds.

word count: 6,120

warnings?: visiting elaine’s grave, talks of death, pregnancy announcement, inaccurate depictions of giving birth, marc being anxious about being a father, fluff, pet name (dove), not proofread 

The Royal Cemetery was a place that was rarely visited. It was completely closed off from the public. Only members of the Royal Family and their guests were allowed to enter. You had only gone once before, just after your mother had passed. You were supposed to be in school at the time, but it had not even been a week since she had been buried. You couldn’t focus on your studies at all, so you found yourself sneaking out the back door and walking all the way to the cemetery. You sat in front of your mother’s grave well past nightfall. You told her all about how you missed her, how you wished you could have hugged her one last time, told her you loved her one more time. You had every intent on staying there forever, but Pearl arrived just as the stars began to twinkle.

When you returned to the palace, Benjamin banned you from going to the cemetery again. At the time, you convinced yourself that he had been worried about you, that he didn’t know where you had gone. You had been so sure that if you asked just nicely enough, he might visit your mother’s grave with you one day. That day never came. Now, you knew he banned you from the cemetery because he cared about his public image. The King didn’t know where the Princess was? He couldn’t keep track of his daughter? It was a tabloid mess if there ever was one. That day had been the beginning of the end of your freedom for a long, long time. 

It was strange being back there now. It was even stranger being there with company. Marc held your hand tight, a bundle of flowers in the other. He dropped your hand as he carefully placed the bouquet on Elaine’s grave. He glanced at you, then back to the headstone. 

“Your daughter is a wonderful woman,” Marc said to the headstone. “I…I want you to know she’s in safe hands. I will never let a day go past without her knowing how loved she is. She deserves all the good in the world, and I will make sure she gets that.”

Your mouth quirked up into a smile. It was still so rare for Marc to make grand statements of love and affection. He was more of an actions-speak-louder-than-words kind of person. You, of course, appreciated his actions. You wouldn’t change a single thing about him. But, still, when he had those rare romantic movie type of declarations of love, your heart always soared. You knew how big of a deal it was to him, and so you savored every last word. 

“I wish you could be here,” you said. “There’s not a day that doesn’t go by without me missing you. I like to think, though, that you’re still here, guiding me through life. Guiding me straight to the loveliest, kindest men I’ve ever met. I mean, you did guide me straight to the truth about my birthright, didn’t you? Thank you. I love you, mommy.”

Marc looked at you, his pretty brown eyes soft. “We should come here more often, keep your mom updated on our lives. Maybe even bring Cleo down, our kids when we have them.”

Your smile grew. Marc still had his doubts about becoming a father, but he had slowly started talking more about the future. One day, he even told you how he wanted three kids. He even confirmed that he liked Steven’s suggesting of naming your son, if you should ever have a son, Randall. Sometimes, when he was feeling even bolder, he would tell you about family traditions he wanted to share with the children. How they would have a bar or bat mitzvah. How Marc couldn’t wait to teach them how to play dreidel. How he looked forward to sharing family recipes. Once, you even found him ordering children’s books, ones Steven told you had been his favorite during his childhood. 

“That would be wonderful.” 

Marc slipped his hand into yours, giving it a squeeze once, twice, three times. You bid your mother farewell before the two of you began walking around the cemetery. Every so often, you would point to a headstone, tell Marc about the family member. You weren’t sure how much he was paying attention. Most of his focus, it seemed, was on you and you alone. That is, until a question came to Marc’s mind.

“Is Benjamin buried here? I would have thought he’d be buried beside your mom.”

You pointed to a corner of the cemetery darkened by the shade of a large tree. A new headstone had been placed there, but it was already being destroyed by winding tree roots coming out of the ground. “Over there.”

Marc snorted. “You pick the spot?”

“I would’ve left his grave unmarked if I did,” you said. “I let the groundskeeper handle it. I almost expected him to bury Benjamin beside my mother. That had always been the plan. Benjamin even had the gravesite picked out. But the groundskeeper holds grudges against those who forbid their family from coming here, it seems.”

“Have you got our spot picked out?”

“I was thinking beside my mother. I feel like she might be lonely, all by herself.”

Marc smiled. “That’s sweet of you, dove.”

“And a bit morbid,” you laughed. “Now, come on. I’m starting to get hungry.”

“Good, because Steven’s been begging to eat for the last little bit.”

“And you just let him starve?” you said with a fake gasp. “We’d better go now, then. We can eat and talk more about the future, yeah?”

“Sounds like a perfect plan, dove. A perfect plan indeed.”

Coronation day had finally arrived. You felt like an odd mix of Anna and Elsa from Frozen, Anna’s excitement fueling you but Elsa’s anxieties making you keenly aware of just how many eyes were going to be on you. It felt a bit silly to be so nervous. After all, you had already been Queen for a year. This was more of a formal ceremony than anything. The power was yours, it couldn’t be taken away. However…You certainly could make a fool of yourself. 

What if you tripped on your way into the cathedral? What if, when you got out of the car, the door was shut on the train of your dress and it got ripped as the driver drove away? What if you jumbled up all of your words? What if you dropped the crown? Oh, it could all be a disaster!

“You’re gonna do fine, my dove,” Steven said watching as you fussed over your dress. 

Well, all things considered, even if the worst happened, at least you looked beautiful while it happened. You had chosen an off-the-shoulder blue gown, adorned with floral appliques. It was tradition that royals wear blue—the family color—to coronations. In any case, the dress was gorgeous when you picked it out, and it looked even more gorgeous on you. 

“I’m scared,” you said. 

Steven rose from his seat before you could blink, coming to stand behind you. He put his hands on your hips, turning you around. As you looked at him, he dipped his head, pressing his forehead against yours. “It’s scary going out there,” he said. “Can’t deny that, can I? I can’t. Every time we do a public engagement, I’m terrified that I’ll come out as a bumbling fool. That I’ll trip over my feet or I’ll say the wrong name. But every time, I get up and it turns out fine.”

“What if this time is different?”

“I’ll be there to support you. Marc and Jake, too, if you’d prefer one of them to jump in. Your entire support system, honestly. If you end up doing something silly, we’ll all do the same thing. You fall? I’m taking a tumble too. You start speaking backwards? I’ll jump up and start speaking backwards too. Alright? The only thing you need to be scared of is the press running stories about how the Queen married a brainless half-wit.”

You let out a laugh. “You’d really do that?”

“Without a second thought.”

You bit down on your lip, holding back another laugh. “Well, then I think we should go now, yeah?”

“Lead the way, my Queen Dove.”

The streets were lined with citizens from all over the kingdom and abroad as the driver took you to the cathedral. As the car passed by, cheers erupted from the crowd. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of people were waving at you, pointing at the car. Your heart lifted at the sight. Part of you knew that many were gathered just to say they caught the glimpse of the Queen on her way to the coronation. But, it felt nice to see so many people there in support of you. 

You reached over, taking Steven’s hand, as the car approached the cathedral. When the car came to a halt and the door opened, Steven got out first before helping you. Attendants descended upon you, aiding you with the long train, ensuring that the door did not slam on it and rip it. Steven walked in front of you, leading the way into the cathedral. You gave a few smiles to the press as you walked, but you mostly kept your gaze focused on the entryway. 

All eyes were on you as you walked inside. You, again, tried to ignore it. Kept your eyes to the front. Focused on the officiant waiting for you. Watched Steven as he went to his seat in the front row. You stopped when you reached the stairs, letting the officiant hold his hand out for you to take as he helped you up the stairs. You turned to face the crowd as the attendants fixed your train.

Finally, you sank into the throne, look out at the crowd. The officiant stepped in front of you. He asked, “Madam, is your Majesty willing and able to take the Sacred Oath?”

“I am willing and able,” you answered.

“Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of our Great Kingdom according to our laws and customs?”

“I solemnly promise so to do.”

“Will you promise to protect our Great Kingdom against enemies without and within?”

“I always will.”

“Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?”

“I will.”

The officiant took the Royal Scepter from one of the attendants and passed it to you. You held it carefully with both hands, swallowing hard. Wow. This was real. This was becoming a reality—even more so than it already was.

“Then repeat after me.” When you nodded, the officiant continued. “I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N…”

“I, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N…”

“…will rule with compassion, extending charity and mercy to all my people…”

“…will rule with compassion, extending charity and mercy to all my people…”

“…All this I have promised, I will perform as champion of my beloved country and her people.”

“…All this I have promised, I will perform as champion of my beloved country and her people.”

The officiant turned to another attendant, taking the crown off of its velvet pillow. He turned back to you, holding the crown over your head. “In accordance with law and custom, I crown you, /N Y/M/N Y/L/N, Queen of our Great Kingdom.”

He placed the crown on your head, then turned to face the crown. “Long live the Queen.”

The crowd echoed back—perhaps Steven the loudest of all— “Long live the Queen!”

Layla squeezed your hand as you looked at the white stick in your hands. You couldn’t believe it. You had wanted this, but…God, it felt so different when you knew it was a reality. You had been feeling sick for a week, waves of nausea constantly washing over you. This morning, when you looked at your calendar and realized you were weeks late for your period, you sent a worker out to pick up an assortment of pregnancy tests. She came back with five, and all five told you the same answer. 

“When are you going to tell them?” Yelena asked.

“Soon,” you said. “I want to do it today, but…I don’t know. I’m scared that it might scare Marc.”

“Marc will be fine,” Layla assured you. “He’ll be scared shitless, sure. But if you think he might run or stop fronting or whatever you’re worried about…I know him well enough to know he would never abandon you like that. Especially not when you’re in such a vulnerable state. He would sooner die.”

“How should I tell them, though? Should I do something elaborate? Be more coy? I just…Pregnancy announcements are a big deal. I want to get this right.”

“Just tell them outright, don’t make a big fuss of it,” Yelena said. “Walk up to them, say I’m pregnant bitches!, and go about your merry way. No muss, no fuss.”

“…you’re pregnant?”

“No, not me, Y/N,” Yelena said, turning towards the door. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the man in the doorframe. “Oh shit.”

You lifted your head to see Jake standing in the doorway to your office, his jaw slack. You dropped the pregnancy test, it clattering on the desk. 

Scott, who stood behind Jake, peaked around him. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was a bad time,” he said. 

“It…It’s not a bad time at all. Jake, come in. Um, everyone else…Could we have a bit of privacy please?”

Layla stood up and ushered Scott away. Yelena, however, remained standing beside you. When you raised an eyebrow at her, she let out an “oh!” before following Layla and Scott out, shutting the door behind her. You stood up, picking up one of the pregnancy tests, and walked over to Jake. You took his hand, and placed the test in it.

“Two lines…That means positive?” he asked as he looked at it. 

You nodded. 

“And, you’re sure?”

“I took five tests, all positive. We’ll still have to go to a doctor to check. False positives do happen and all that. Plus, it’s good to just start going to a doctor and getting everything ready. But…Yes. I’m sure.”

Jake’s arms were wrapped around you in an instant, squeezing you tight, nearly lifting you right off the floor. “We’re going to have a baby! We’re going to have a baby! We need to go get a, a crib and a bassinet and a stroller! We need to get baby books and parenting books and diapers! Babies poop a lot, so we should start stocking up now! And—”

You placed your hands on either side of his face, stopping his rambling with a kiss. “Shh, we have months to worry about all of that.”

“Times flies, my dove.”

“Well, waiting a day won’t kill us.” You kissed him again. “How are the others holding up?”

“Steven’s been jumping for joy, trying to take control ever since I walked in here,” Jake said. 

“And Marc?”

“He’s still rambling about all of the things we need to do to prepare for our little baby.”

You let out a laugh. Well, you supposed that wasn’t the worst reaction. In fact, it was probably the best reaction he could have had. “In that case…I suppose it’s time for a celebration, hm?”

Jake wiggled his eyebrows at you as he said, “Oh, I’m ready for the biggest celebration.”

And, oh, he was. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the love between Her Majesty, Queen Y/N Y/L/N and His Royal Highnesses, Princes Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley in a union commended to be honorable among all,” the officiant said. 

You looked at Marc in front of you, unable to hide your smile on your face. You still couldn’t believe he had offered to front for the public wedding ceremony. The one that would be televised internationally. The one that everyone would be watching. If you were honest, you had thought Steven might have been the one to front again. He was all about grand statements of love, after all. But this…This felt perfect. 

Marc held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of it. “You look beautiful, my dove.”

You had reworn your dress from the private ceremony, with some small alterations. You were a few months into your pregnancy now, and you were just starting to show. Before the dress had been let out, it had been near impossible to close the dress up without ripping the seams because of your belly bump.

Marc had been…Well, you hesitated to call his reaction feral, but it was pretty damn close when he walked in your dress fitting and saw your bump. For all intents and purposes, he was still incredibly nervous about being a father. But there was something about seeing you carry his child that sparked a sort of energy in him that was near impossible to contend with. 

“And you look handsome, my love.”

“And therefore, this union has not been entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly, and solemnly. Into this, these two persons present now come to reaffirm their wondrous union,” the officiant continued. 

The officiant paused, looking between you and Marc, before smiling and continuing, “William Penn tells us to never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely. He that minds a body and not a soul has not the better part of that relationship, and will consequently lack the noblest comfort of a married life.

“Between a man and his wife, nothing ought to rule but love. As love ought to bring them together, so it is the best way to keep them well together.

“A husband and wife that love one another show their children that they should do so too. Others visibly lose their authority in their families by the contempt of one another, and teach their children to be unnatural by their own examples.

“Let not enjoyment lessen, but augment, affection; it being the basest of passions to like when we have not, what we slight when we possess.

“Here it is we ought to search out our pleasure, where the field is large and full of variety, and of an enduring nature; sickness, poverty or disgrace being not able to shake it because it is not under the moving influences of worldly contingencies.

“Nothing can be more entire and without reserve; nothing more zealous, affectionate and sincere; nothing more contented than such a couple, nor greater temporal felicity than to be one of them.”

Marc had been the one to pick out the opening reading. He had found the poem among Steven’s books and declared it perfect for the ceremony. And oh, how could you deny him when he pulled out his pretty puppy dog eyes? 

“There are few loves in this world as pure as the one I have witnessed between the Queen and the Prince Consorts,” the officiant said. “In the short time I have shared with them, it has become clear to me, as it should be clear to all, that these two adore each other. Their love is the kind of love we should all strive to have. They care of each other. They respect each other. They ensure the other’s happiness, always. It is surely the kind of love that artists try to paint, that writers try to write, that will endure forever, always.”

You took a moment to look out at the crowd. The cathedral was filled to the brim and then some. This was, after all, the event of the year. Everyone who was anyone wished to attend. Members of Parliament, foreign dignitaries, and, of course, all of your friends. It was almost strange, seeing so many people there. At least, compared to the more intimate, private ceremony. 

You looked back at Marc as the officiant said, “Her Majesty and His Royal Highness have chosen to share the traditional vows.”

The two of you had done personal vows for the private ceremony. You and the boys debated on sharing an updated version of those vows today, but in the end, the answer was clear. Some parts of your love, of your lives, was meant to stay private. The entire ceremony was to be broadcast internationally. The world didn’t need to know all of the ins and outs of your love for each other. 

“Your Royal Highness, if you would repeat after me: I take you to be my wife, my partner in life, and my one true love.”

“I take you to be my wife, my partner in life, and my one true love.”

“I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before.”

“I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before.”

“I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together.”

“I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together.”

“I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live.”

“I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live.” Marc paused. “And every day after that, too.”

You smiled as the officiant directed you to say the same vows. Once you finished, the officiant said, “We will now exchange rings as a symbol of this couple’s love. May we have the rings?” Layla stepped forward and gave you Marc’s ring and Marc your ring. The officiant looked to Marc, and said, “Your Royal Highness, please repeat after me: I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you.”

“I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you,” Marc said, sliding the ring onto your finger. 

The officiant turned to you. “Your Majesty please repeat after me: I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you.”

“I give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you,” you repeated, placing the ring on Marc’s finger.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and husband.” The officiant looked at Marc. “You may now kiss the bride.”

“My pleasure,” Marc said. 

Marc grabbed at your waist, spinning you into a dip and kissing you positively senseless. Well, that was certainly going to be the picture plastered across the front page.

As Queen, the annual birthday parade now celebrated your birthday instead of Benjamin’s. The first two years of your reign, you had opted out of the tradition. There was far too much going on between gaining your footing as Queen, planning the coronation and public wedding ceremony, and recovering from the string of attempts on your life. Now, after all of the dust had settled, you decided it was time to revive the tradition. 

You settled in the open carriage, smoothing your hand over your much larger baby bump. You were a month out from delivering your little bundle of joy. This was actually to be your last public engagement for a long while. After this, you planned on resting until you had to go to the hospital. Finally, after months of carrying her, you would finally get to meet your baby Eliana. 

“Little one bein’ fussy?” Jake asked he sat next to you. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder, his other hand coming to rest on your belly. “Because I told her this morning that she needed to be extra good for a couple of hours.”

Jake loved doing that. Talking to your baby bump, you mean. Most mornings when you woke up, you would find Jake with his head resting on your bump, telling little Eliana all sorts of stories. About how her daddies were excited to meet her. How he hoped she grew up to be like her mommy. Sometimes, he would tell her fairytales, though he often forgot most of the details and made them up on the fly. (And, sometimes, you woke up and found Marc doing the same, though he often stuck to telling her how much he loved her. You never let him know you caught him, letting him have the moment to himself.) 

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s settled down after breakfast,” you said. “Think she’s taking a nap in there right now.”

“Good.” Jake leaned, kissed the side of your head. The carriage jolted forward as the parade began, leading out onto the streets of the capitol. “Can you believe this time next year, she’s gonna be sitting right here in between us?”

“No,” you said. “I can hardly believe that in a month’s time, I won’t be carrying her in my belly anymore. I think I’m gonna miss it.”

Jake gave you a wicked grin. “Guess we’ll just have to put another baby in ya then, won’t we?”

“Mm, I would like that.”

Before Jake could say any more, your attention was pulled away by the sound of the cheering crowd. You painted on a smile, getting ready to wave at those in attendance. As you got closer to the crowd, though, you spotted a familiar face in the crowd. You tapped your hand against Jake’s leg. He looked at you, following your gaze to the girl in the crowd. Little Daisy stood there with her parents, giving you both a toothy grin. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” she shouted when she realized you were looking at her. 

“THANK YOU, DAISY!” you shouted back, turning to look at the way her face lit up as the carriage continued down the road. 

“Did ya hear that? She remembers me!” you heard her say before you turned back around to face the front. 

“I hope Eliana is as happy as Daisy,” you said to Jake. 

“With you as a mommy? She definitely will be.”

You grabbed Jake’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, my dove.”

“Just one more push!” the nurse said. “Just one big one, okay?”

You screamed as you pushed, gripping Marc’s hand so tight it might break. He squeezed back, telling you encouraging words that you mostly drowned out with your shouts. Then— A noise louder than your screams filled the room as your baby was born.

The nurse held your baby as the doctor cut the umbilical cord. “Congratulations,” she said, smiling widely as you. “It’s a girl!”

“A girl?” you repeated. You looked at Marc, a tired smile on your face. “We’ve got our sweet Eliana. Oh, I can’t wait to hold her!”

“Well, let’s not think about that right now. We got another baby to have,” the doctor said. 

You raised your head off the pillow, looking at the doctor with furrowed brows. “Another? You told us we were having just one!”

“Sometimes, one of the babies blocks its twin in the ultrasounds,” he said. “In any case, you need to get ready to push ‘cause this baby’s coming out whether you only expected one child or two.”

The nurse, who had passed your baby to another nurse so she could be cleaned up, glared at the doctor. “Don’t be such a dick,” she hissed at him. She looked back at you, smiling. “Just gotta do it one more time, okay? Lean back, and start pushing when we tell you to, just like we did before.”

You settled back, head falling on the pillow again. You took a moment to look at Marc, seeing the color drained from his face. “You okay, my love?”

“I wasn’t prepared for two. I was barely prepared for one,” he whispered. 

“It’ll be okay,” you said. “We can handle assassination attempts and hidden family plots, can’t we? We can handle this just fine.”

Marc swallowed hard and nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Several minutes, too many pushes, and a sore throat later, your second child was born. A boy, your Randall. You watched as he was taken away, too, to be cleaned up. You glanced at the doctor, who started to get up. 

“No more, right? No secret triplet I should know about?” you asked. 

The doctor shook his head. “Just the two, I swear.”

“You also swore there was just one,” Marc muttered. 

You patted Marc’s arm, turning his attention back to you as the doctor left. “You’re gonna be okay, love. It’s not what we expected, but we always wanted multiple kids. We’re just getting a head start on that big family sooner than expected, yeah?”

“One newborn is hard, two is…unimaginably difficult,” Marc said. 

“We can handle it. And if we can’t, we have a wonderful support system to help us.”

Before Marc could reply, a couple of nurses entered the room, your babies in their arms. “It’s important the babies get plenty of time with mommy,” one of them said, passing you Eliana. The other nurse handed you Randall. Both babies were settled in either book of your arm, nestled in there like it was home. “Don’t want to shock them too much after leaving the womb, hm?”

You thanked them and they soon left the room after telling you to shout if you needed anything. As you and Marc were left alone, you looked at him, seeing his gaze entirely focused on your children. He almost looked like he wanted to ask something but like he was too scared to say anything. You took a shot in the dark as to what that might have been. 

“Go on, my love, hold her,” you said, holding Eliana out towards Marc. 

He stared at her. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His gaze lifted to look at you, his head giving a small shake. 

“She deserves to know all of her fathers. My love, I wouldn’t ask you to hold her if I thought you would drop her or scare her or hurt her in any way. You’re one of her fathers. You deserve to hold your baby.”

Marc looked back at Eliana. He glanced at Randall, nestled in the crook of your other arm. Eliana cooed at him, wiggling in her cocoon of a blanket as if she was trying to reach out for him, practically crying out, hold me! hold me, please!

“I trust you.”

Slowly, Marc extended his arms, one hand going behind Eliana’s head, supporting her as she nestled in his arms. “She’s so tiny,” he breathed out. “She looks like she could be broken so easily.”

“Not so easily. Babies are resilient, you know,” you said. “This is gonna be hard, Marc. I can’t lie to you about that. But we can get through. That’s what matters. That we don’t give up, that we try to do what’s best for our kids. Sometimes, they might love us for it. Others, they might hate us for it. But let them grow up knowing that we all tried.”

Marc sniffed. He leaned down, brushing his nose against the top of Eliana’s head as he kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna protect you. I’m gonna keep you safe,” he whispered. He looked back to you, his eyes glassy. “I’m gonna make sure no one hurts our family.”

You watched as Randall doddled around the ballroom, his chubby little hand clutching Layla’s fingers. Of everyone in attendance, he was probably the most comfortably dressed. Rather than forcing him into a tuxedo and making him uncomfortable all night, you had purchased one of those t-shirts that has a tuxedo design printed on. Paired with some comfy shorts, he was practically wearing pajamas. Eliana was similarly comfortable, wearing a pink t-shirt and shorts. Unlike her brother, though, she had clung to her daddies all night long. 

“Are you gonna let me dance with daddy?” you asked, tickling under Eliana’s chin as the band began a new song.

She shook her head, giggling. 

“Hm…Well, how about we both dance with you?” you asked. 

Her little face lit up. She let out a noise that almost sounded like she said “yess!!”

Steven let out a laugh, adjusting Eliana so he had a better grip on her before leading you and her onto the dance floor. You placed one hand on Steven’s shoulder, wrapping your other arm around Eliana. Steven put one hand on your waist. Together, the two of you swayed to the music.

“Me!”

You looked down, seeing Randall doddling up to you as quickly as he could manage. Layla let out a laugh, scooping him up and helping him get the rest of the way to you. You let go of Steven, balancing your baby boy in your arms, before continuing to sway.

“How could I ever forget my boy?” you asked, kissing his cheeks. “Gotta have both my babies, don’t I?”

It was your first birthday ball since…Well, the horrible one that sent your entire life as you once knew it spiraling. You had chosen to not hold the ball last year when you revived the birthday parade tradition. It was one thing to sit in a carriage and smile and wave for a few hours. It was an entirely different thing to stand in the ballroom for a couple of hours, even if you did forgo the heels. Now, though, as your sweet babies were nearly a year old, it felt right to bring it back. A new family, a better tradition. 

“What about this boy? I think you forgot his kiss this morning.”

You lifted your gaze to look at Marc, who was now fronting. You smiled and leaned in, careful to not bump Randall’s head against Eliana’s, and gave him a gentle kiss. “That better, my love?”

“Hmm, it’ll have to hold me over for now.” He smiled slightly. “Happy birthday, dove.”

The song came to an end and Layla stepped forward, Yelena by her side, offering to watch the kiddos so you and Marc could have a moment to yourselves. You both agreed, passing the toddlers to them, before slipping your hand in Marc’s and leading him out to the balcony. 

“As nervous as I was for all of this,” Marc said, looking up at the stars, “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

You smiled at him, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Me neither. Everything is more amazing than I ever could have imagined.”

You felt a shift in Marc’s body language and, when you lifted your head, you realized that Jake was now fronting. “I can think of something that would make this even more amazing.”

A brow raised. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Adding another member to the family.”

You smiled. “You know, I think that would be an amazing birthday present.”

It was almost strange, feeling so happy. So content. For so many years, you had been on edge. You were scared and anxious and hated the way your life was headed. There was a constant weight on your shoulder. But ever since you met your husbands, that weight was slowly being lifted off of you until now, when you felt as light as a feather. You could breathe. You weren’t afraid anymore. Ever since you met your husbands, you felt free to live, to love, to be authentically you. Sure, you still had to paint on a smile for public engagements (after all, anyone who spent their days being attacked by flash photography could much rather glare than smile), but otherwise? You didn’t have to pretend anymore. 

You once thought that, if you had a choice, you would be anything but a royal. You thought that it wasn’t what you wanted. You thought it ripped your freedom from you. You thought you would never be able to do anything right. Now, you knew that this was the life you always wanted. Being a royal had its issues, to be sure. But when you looked at your life that you had built with Marc, Steven, and Jake by your side…You wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

“I love you, dove. We all do.”

“And I love you all, too, my loves. Forever and ever.”

And all was well for now and forevermore. 

FIN.

[mychemicalimagines]

OH! MY! GOD!

okay, i loved your randal graves x reader, and i need more please!

so, could we get more randal x wife! reader? where they find they are having baby and little snippets of that journey?

dante uncle energy!!!

i love this idea!!!!!!(: you got it!!! it will be awhile!!!

[thatguy-thisguy-yourguy]

💞Dating Headcanons For Dante and Randal💞

Dante ~ 

I am a firm believer that he would cook for you. It relaxes him! It’s nice to do responsible things without the obligation to do it. His favorite things to cook are breakfast and homemade pasta, which can turn into a team effort. Sometimes bread..just things you need to knead?(ha)

Visits at the quickstop. If you have a break, it lightens up his day for you to stroll in and say some corny ass line “Is this for sale?” and gesture to him. Talking to you on the slower days speeds them up, however he wishes times like those could last forever.

If he is the dad of the place, you are most definitely the other parent now. Cue you both rolling your eyes at the same time. 

Selfcare together. Playing with his hair and vise versa, him painting your nails if you let him, shoulder massages, and a lot of that tracing shapes on each other’s skin

He’s jealous, and we all know this. It can be a real pain in the ass, but you gotta stick to your guns and be like “hey man, I spend like half my time hanging out with you when i’m not working! What else am I doing?” or perhaps the “no bitches” face. I don’t know what you lovebirds do out there

Nights where you guys decided to just take it easy and order takeout. You both fall asleep during the movie, so you’ve resorted to rewatching them until you see the whole thing

   Randal  ~

Flirts like you’re not dating. Not because it’s comically a lot, although his specialty is swiff one liners to fluster you. He just pulls the “hey, wanna go out sometime?” no matter how long it’s been. He’ll go to your home and ask you “Come here often?”

Expect to be info dumped on. By the time he’s done telling you about all the movies he’s seen, good, bad, and porn, you’re practically as knowledgeable on them as he is. He likes having someone listen, and you think his rants are cute. It’s a win-win

Physical affection is what he does best. Are you within arms reach? Well you’re gonna be. Always has an arm around you when you guys are hanging out, and sometimes when he’s feeling especially romantic, he’ll hold your hand. One of his favorite things to do is watch a movie with you laying on his chest. Or if it’s at the rental place you can either sit next to him with your head on his shoulder or sit on his lap if you so desire. He’s not complaining

Kind of easy to get him bashful? Trace things on his arm or hand, rub his knuckles with your thumb, lean your head on his shoulder while just chilling. He likes to feel wanted, and being treated softly rather than like an asshole is nice

Take off his hat and run your hand through his hand dude. Do it. It does not bite. Bro will melt. 

Although sometimes it seems like he doesn’t care, he’ll remember everything you tell him from the sock you lost a month ago to your favorite band. You’ll say you lost something and three weeks later he’s like “hey, you ever find that thing?”

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

quirkyrahne28 asked:

Okay so this isn’t exactly an x reader type thing, but I thought I’d ask anyway. Can you do a platonic/family-like thing with Randal Graves and reader? Like Randal and reader form a bond and he takes them under his wing so to speak? He’s their immature, jerk of a dad friend, and reader is their equally immature and sarcastic surrogate kid? Idk, I just like jerk characters forming bonds like that, and Randal already reminds me of my dad anyway.

warnings: language, suggestive language

AN: I love this prompt because that’s how I see Randal too. I never thought I’d write something like this but here we are. Hope I do him justice.

I trailed behind Randal, listening to him talk about Star Wars as I nodded along. There wasn’t much we disagreed on and it worked to our advantage.

“So you wanna tell me about your week or am I just going to keep talking out of my ass?” I shrugged. “Talking out my ass it is.” Randal nodded as I laughed.

“Wait are we playing hockey with Dante today or are we going to the mall like you promised?” I nearly ran into his back as he stopped walking.

“First off I’m playing hockey with Dante. You’re watching.” He pointed a finger in my face. “Second off, I didn’t promise you anything kid. And even if I did, you have to learn when I promise something I always go back on that promise. Now come on.” We started walking again. Dante was already waiting outside the Quick Stop for us. He ruffled my hair before hitting Randal’s arm.

“Took you long enough.” I smirked and turned my head so he couldn’t see. “Did you bring the ball?” Dante looked exasperated. “Tell me you brought the ball.” Randal smirked and put his arm over my shoulder.

“Dante, you should know I always have a ball. In fact I have two.” I giggled as Randal smiled at Dante. I pulled the little orange ball out of my jacket pocket.

“I’ve got it Dante.” He took it from me with a smile.

“Honestly kid I don’t know why you hang out with him.” He patted my shoulder as I moved past him to climb the ladder up to the roof. “He’s a bad influence on you.”

“And you’re any better Mr. 37?” I called down as I leaned over the ledge. Dante looked over at Randal and then up at me in shock.

“You told them?!” Dante’s voice rose an octave. “How could you tell them?!” I laughed as I backed away and tossed the ball to one of the other guys before taking a seat on the air conditioning unit. “Fuck the both of you. You’re worse than each other. You deserve each other.” Dante climbed up grumbling to himself.

“Speak a little louder Dante. Not everyone can hear you.” I called out, earning the bird from him. Randal walked over and patted my head.

“Nice work kiddo.” I smiled up at him before he went off to join the game.

[thatguy-thisguy-yourguy]

Once again, feel free to send requests for any prompts i share!

first kiss prompts

'' you sure you wanna do this? ''

'' we can take things slow. ''

'' you're the best first kiss i've ever had. ''

'' i'm quite nervous. ''

'' you're doing good. ''

'' close your eyes. ''

'' i've never done this before. ''

'' i want [our first kiss] to be special. ''

'' no pressure or anything. ''

'' i thought [the kiss] was great. not that i have much to compare to. ''

'' wanna practice? ''

'' just get it over with. i'm tired of not knowing what it feels like. ''

'' i'm gonna remember this for a while. ''

'' i like kissing you. ''

'' that... was terrible. sorry. ''

'' do you wanna make out? ''

'' i really want to kiss you right now. ''

'' kiss me and you'll find out. ''

'' permission to lean in? '' '' permission granted. ''

'' i'm not a delicate flower. kiss me like you mean it. ''

'' if anybody were to kiss me... i would want that person to be you. ''

'' i've been wanting to kiss you for a while. ''

'' teach me how to do it. ''

'' are you nervous? ''

'' i don't want you to be disappointed. ''

'' can i get another one? ''

'' why don't you come inside? ''

'' i haven't mastered the art of kissing yet. ''

'' you're a great kisser. ''

'' teach me. ''

'' is there such a thing as love at first kiss? ''

'' kiss me again, but don't stop this time. ''

'' can i kiss you? ''

'' wanna go slow? ''

'' if you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away. ''

'' i love it when you kiss me. ''

'' it's important that you're comfortable. ''

'' it's cute, this thing you're doing. '' '' being all nervous? ''

'' how far do you wanna go tonight? ''

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? ''

'' i don't want your first kiss to be terrible. ''

'' you've never kissed anyone before? ''

'' you're going to have to guide me through this. ''

'' do i just... close my eyes and lean in? ''

'' [our first kiss] is going to be magical. ''

'' of course i want to kiss you. ''

'' you just can't help yourself, can you? ''

'' kiss me. ''

'' i would love to kiss you, actually. ''

'' you mean—you and me? kissing? ''

'' and right now, i think you should kiss me. ''

'' this is nerve-racking! ''

'' did i do good? ''

'' you did wonderful. can't wait to do it again. ''

'' did we just kiss? ''

'' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. ''

'' we don't have to do this if you don't want to. ''

'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. ''

'' why won't you come here for a second? ''

'' don't speak. just kiss me. ''

'' come kiss me. ''

'' did you enjoy it? ''

'' how was it? ''

'' can we do it again? ''

'' holy shit—that was awesome! ''

'' kiss me again. ''

'' oh. my. god. ''

'' you should call me sometime. ''

'' that was pretty nice. ''

'' wow... that was unexpected. ''

'' pretty nice, huh? ''

'' one of us should probably say something. ''

'' you're blushing. '' '' i know. ''

P.S. these are not mine. I found them on a deactivated blog, and I was unable to reblog. But I really want them to be sharable, so here they are. Enjoy, use, tag me in your creations.

[locke-writes]

To-Do List

All requests received will be placed here under the category they fall in. This is not indicative of the order they will be written/posted. Requests will be crossed out once written and deleted from this list once posted.

Fics (including Prompts & Song Fics)

Into the Spiderverse - Peter B Parker - Fic where Peter is set up on a blind date and has to deal with falling in love all over again

Mad Max: Fury Road - Max Rockatansky - Song Fic with Rise by Glitch Mob

Inception - Eames - Fic where Eames goes after the reader in limbo when a job or trial run goes run

Marvel - Steve Rogers - Fic where trans!reader is touch starved and gravitates towards Steve but feels insecure about being needy and distances themselves. Eventual mutual confession.

Stranger Things - Steve Harrington - Prompts: “You can’t keep it bottled up forever”, “It’s okay to cry you know”, and “You’re safe, I promise”

Drabbles

View Askew/Clerks - Randal Graves - Drabble using the prompt “I think I could use that hug right now”

Gif Imagines

Character Letters

Headcanons

Clerks/View Askew - Jay - HCs for dating Jay (Currently Writing)

Clerks/View Askew - Randal Graves - HCs for dating Randal

Mallrats/View Askew - Brodie Bruce - HCs for domestic/romantic intimacy (non-NSFW) with Brodie (ie. hand-holding, etc.)

Booksmart - Amy Antsler - HCs for dating Amy

Character Playlists

Character Aesthetics

Preferences

Fall/Halloween

X-Men - Charles Xavier (AOS Trilogy) - Fic where Charles and his wife are exploring a haunted house

Fright Night - Jerry Dandridge - Fic with Jerry and a vampire hunter!reader

Entered Writing Challenges

Own Ideas

Arthur Shelby x Reader Fic - Writing. Section 4 of 6

Law & Order SVU Series. Mike Dodds x Trans!Male OC (rewrite of previous series) - Currently Outlining

Nick Amaro x Reader (male!reader) - Song Fic: St. Bernard - Lincoln

Arthur Curry x Reader - Magic AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine having to team up with Arthur to fight an ancient evil. The only problem is the two of you come from rival kingdoms and fight each other on every decision

Frederick Chilton x Reader - Bodyguard AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being hired as Chilton’s personal bodyguard after the Gideon incident

Scott Lang x Reader - Coffee Shop AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being a hacker and working with Scott while he bounced from job to job after getting out of jail

Freddy Newandyke x Reader - FBI AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being Freddy’s FBI partner

Wade Felton x Reader - Professor AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being the new professor on staff and Wade being like a mentor to you

Arthur Shelby x Reader - Soulmate AU - Fic adaption of aesthetic - Imagine being Arthur’s soulmate

Midnight Mass - John Pruitt x Mildred Gunning - The story of their relationship from how it began all through their lives to episode 7 - Currently Outlining

Midnight Mass - John Pruitt x Gunning Family - Alternate take on Ep 7 if Sarah had taken the sacrament and fully understood who John was after - Currently Outlining

Midnight Mass - John Pruitt - Mildred Gunning had twins rather than just Sarah. John’s son is an alter boy at one point. An exploration of a father-son relationship that is seen as such by one party. - Currently Outlining

Prodigal Son series rewrite. Eventual Malcolm Bright x OC. - Currently Outlining

Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x OC - Currently Outlining

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spike x OC - Series Re-Write - Currently Outlining

Law & Order SVU - Rafael Barba x Reader - Ex Spouses to Lovers (Reconnecting and rekindling a romance) - Currently Outlining

Baby Driver - Buddy x Reader (Platonic) - Part 4 to the Twitch Series (dealing with hallucinations)

Daredevil - Frank Castle x Reader - Clusterhug by IDKhow

Daredevil - Frank Castle x Reader - In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars

Stranger Things - Eddie Munson x Reader - Wednesday Morning, 3am by Simon and Garfunkel

Ted Lasso - Trent Crimm x Ted Lasso - A fic where Ted realizes that Trent’s ‘love our chats’ is basically his version of the Princess Bride ‘as you wish’

Law and Order SVU - Sonny Carisi x Male!Reader (or OC - undecided) - A look into the navigation of the relationship from first meeting throughout parenthood (potentially series or one fic with varying vignettes)

[hiswhiteknight]

Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 1

Summary:  Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 1900

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start

It has been a long time coming, you haven’t been on a real vacation since you graduated high school. You joined the Marines immediately, went into training and university. With you, it was always work, work, work. For you, it made sense since your brother was a Navy Seal and you both didn’t really have family. And you didn’t stay anywhere long enough to make super close friends to vacation with. But this trip, this was for you and only you.

               You got your degrees in psychology, battle strategies, and world cultures, but your true love was literature. You made it this far living a pretty isolated life because of your brother and your books. You generally just loved to read, so after leaving the Marines, before you started to find your new pathway you said you were going to take this vacation around Europe stopping in different places described or lived in by some of your favorite authors. Jane Austen, Shakespeare, Sir Doyle, Thomas Malory, etc. And it’s been amazing seeing all these places that inspired your idols, imagining how your favorite fictional characters lived.

               And here, alas you were in Scotland. Not necessarily because one of your favorite fictional characters lived here or your favorite author grew up near here, but because of your brother.  He wanted you to explore where you both came from, he felt it would help understand life before you both lost your parents. Plus, he was a huge history buff – it was his hobby outside the Seals.

               He told you all about the battles and culture amongst the decades before us. He told you about our Irish and Scottish ancestors. He’d tell you, you can’t have a name like Y/N O’Mulligain and not think of the Irish.

               There was this nearby village you were passing through. An author named Diana Gabaldon wrote a romance novel based on this rock formation. Your old college roommate wrote a thesis paper about historically accurate romance novels and pop culture. You thought, what the hell, since your here minus well check it out.

               It was strange at first, wondering through this supposed magical place. People clearly flocked here for Outlander’s popularity. You more enjoyed watching the people. You sat against a tree, pulled out a sandwich from your bag, and watched the middle age woman touch these rocks like they were the rock hard abs of a character from Outlander. It was quite amusing. You liked to think your mother would be doing the same thing if she were still alive.

               “You must not be a fan, girly,” you look up to an older woman, clearly Scottish from her accent.

               Shaking your head, standing up to shake her hand, “Is it that obvious,” you laugh, “I’m Y/N. Just a tourist, watching other tourist. That obvious hugh?”

               “Mary, deary,” she grinned answering you with her name while look up at you. You were about five three, but this woman had to be four feet something tall because she was tiny, “Just by the way you’re gazing all around, a girl looking for her own adventure, not through someone else’s eyes or story, but of your own.”

               “You get all that from just looking at me,” you laughed, looking at her curiously. You loved people like this, authentic and wily – it was usually the case with old people.

               “It’s the glimmer in your eye,” she gripped your chin softly, shaking it.

               You laughed, smiling down at her, “May I ask you a question? Do you believe the tales of this place? I know the Scottish culture has a lot of tall tales and superstitions, but a story like that?”

               “Aaa,” she nodded her head, “A skeptic,” she nodded, “These people wandering about, they don’t really believe in the tale. But I believe in the magic of this place, it just doesn’t work from anyone. It’s for the special.”

               Watching her with amusement and skepticism, you laugh nodding your head, “I hope I didn’t offend you with my question.”

               “No, of course not dear – though I believe in the magic of this place. I mostly come to watch these woman fawning over these rocks. I like to bet on which woman will kiss one of those moldy old things.” You laughed so loud, she grinned up at you, “I am about to go home to my hunny Wallace, but you stay here for me? Those three woman over there,” you looked in the direction she was pointing, “I believe they are each going to lick one of these things.”

               Laughing again, you nodded, “I’ll keep a close eye on them. It was an absolute pleasure, ma’am,” she gripped your hand tightly for a second before releasing.

               You sat back, glancing at those women laughing, “And dear,” you look back up to her, “Most people will be leaving to their beds or finding a pub, but you should stay. While the sun is setting – this place will give you the most magical sights.”

               She truly intrigued you, “Of course ma’am, thank you again.”

               “Enjoy your adventure lass,” she grinned once more, walking off down the path.

                 She was right, people started to trickle out. Husbands getting annoyed or bored, ladies feeling exhausted, or people just fearsome of loss of light – they just left group by group. You were left alone eventually, starring at the sun sinking into the horizon. She was right again, Scotland was magical with sights. You took a mental picture of this moment – the smooth silence, the color the sky made, and just being one with this experience. Your life was never slow, silent, or peaceful. You had always lived in the rush of things. But here, you sat taking in this moment. You felt like you could stay in this moment forever.

               The sun eventually went down and you were met with near darkness – which exception of the full moon. You collected your things and got ready to leave. And it dawned on you – you came all this way and have never even touched these rocks. The book aside, these rocks have had legends and tales for centuries. You should respect the stories and culture. With one touch, maybe you’ll feel the stories, tales, and people that touched it before you.

               It felt odd to reach out and touch the stone. It was cool and surprising smooth. You laughed at the thought of all the tongues that touched this exact spot. And with a single breathe, everything grew black and all the air punched out of you.

               Next thing you felt was the slam of the ground and your oxygen returning to your lungs. The sun from the tree burned your eyes. And you heard it, gun shots. You thought you were having another Post-Traumatic Stress attack, but the second bang brought you to reality. And you started to run, your bag still on your back, darting through the trees. You heard shouts, but you were not taking the chance. Being in the military, you didn’t stand still to figure it out.

               Someone gripped your arm as you ran past them, pointing a sword right in your face, “Are you for real,” I yell at them.  

He had a musket pointing directly in your face. You stopped breathing; he was dressed like a 18th century soldier. Thoughts sped in your mind, could this be a reenactment? Could this be a sick joke? The bullet sounds shook you out of your thoughts, the man was about to speak. You grabbed his musket, yanking it towards your body. The gun went off as his head smashed into yours. He groaned, tripping backwards, and smashing against a tree. The light from the headbutt blasted on in your head.

The light started to blind through, and the forest became vivid again. The sound of bullet fire caused you jump out of it and look at the man unconscious before you. You had to be dreaming, everything was so real. The sound, the smell, the world around you. Where and when were you exactly? You got drug out of your thoughts as a bullet graved your arm. You gasped in pain and your body took flight again. On the run again, you slide down an embankment, meeting eye to eye with another redcoat.

               You gasped, “Holy hell,” you whispered looking at the man, “Forgive me,” you said out loud, as the man watched you, straightening up. You saw his insignia, “Captain?”

               “Jonathan Randall, Esquire – Eighth Dragoon of your majesty’s army, mistress,” he answered.

               Something inside you reminisced, that name was familiar. Watching him closely, as he made his micromovements - he was also watching you, like some predator to prey, “I seem to be in the wrong time, wrong place,” you awkwardly laughed.

               “It does seem that,” he paused to see if you’d introduce yourself.

               “I had someone taking me to some distant family and they tried to attack and rob me,” you tried to play the damsel in distress, “My brother always told me I was too trusting.”

               “Yes mistress, women are naïve sheep,” he tiptoed towards you, his hand resting on his sword, “Your accent,” he nodded towards you. You slowly started taking steps back, “I’m unfamiliar with it.”

               He didn’t believe you, clearly you were off your game. Maybe it’s because the blast you took a few minutes ago getting you to this point. It could be the fact that this was surreal, “I’m grew up in the colonies,” you shrugged it off, you could only imagine how far away your accent was to actually existing, “But my brother sent me to our parent’s home country after their passing.”

               You forgot the first rule of lying, keep it short with no unneeded details. His uniform was familiar, the military and your brother trained you well. You had inclined the year and it was clear the woods of Scotland were not safe with the Redcoats. This man was an enemy, not a gentleman of the era you’ve heard and learned so much about. You had to get away, find safety, and figure out what exactly is going on.

               You knew self-defense, hell you were trained well at the art of combat, but this man had weapons and the only thing you had was a backpack and no adequate footwear for a run in the woods, “You don’t dress like a lady,” he motioned towards your clothes. You stop breathing at this, “In fact, only traitorous women wear clothes such as this,” your back was against the hill behind you. His breath was on you. He gripped your neck tightly, “There is only one way to deal with a woman like yourself,” he went for his buckle.

               Your brother drilled into you about protection during moments like this. He trained you on what to do, it was natural. Headbutt to the nose, hike up of the knee, a tool – in your case a rock – to the head. And soon you were breathing heavily and looking at the Captain unconscious on the ground.

               The sound of the Redcoats was not far off, “Druid,” you heard. You were surprised that someone could sneak so close and not make any noise. This Scottish looking fellow reached out his hands, “Come now,” he said. Your only instinct was to take it for now. This man pulled you behind a tree.

               “What year is it,” you whispered to him.

               “1743,” he mumbled, trying to shush me, taking the time to give you a questionable look.

               “Pinch me,” you were hoping this to be a dream. It was a final test of your predicament. He looked at you strangely before helping with your request. He did, and you felt it and suddenly everything went black.

PART 2

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Negan Imagine ~ Caught (pt.6)

Summary: After the chilling events in Alexandria, the reader finally arrives at the Sanctuary where Negan tries his best to cheer her up. Negan x Reader/Rick’s daughter part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5  (none of these have to be necessarily read to understand the plot of the following part)

Dim light streamed into the truck as it jerked over the damaged road that lead to the Sanctuary. The night had almost fully taken a hold of the sky, spreading like a dark sheet over the large factory that got closer and closer with every feet the truck passed. The cool air had urged you closer into Negan’s warm embrace and underneath the thick blanket, trying to flee from the cold and the thoughts that still kept your mind hostage. They were like a record playing on constant repeat, mixed with the anger filled voice of your dad, the thumping sound of the bags as he’d dropped them in front of you, the words that left his lips when he’d made you choose. You could banish him, Carl, Judith and everybody else back at Alexandria out of your mind for only a couple moments at once before they popped back up, with your only option to keep your mind otherwise distracted by Negan’s touch and scent, and now, the Sanctuary that laid finally right in front of you. ”Just a couple more minutes and then were right where we gotta be”, you hear Negan grumble into your hair, still holding you as you peaked through the large front window of the truck and step by step, recognized parts of the Sanctuary Negan had told you about. The large cage with tied up walkers that should protect the place, the gates that wouldn’t ever stop squeaking no matter how often he told his men to oil it and the different blocks and entrances of the Sanctuary. Your eyes kept trying to catch those things, hoping that the illusion of recognizing them would give you at least a tiny bit the feeling of familiarity even though you had never seen this place before. You cuddled for another moment into Negan’s embrace, using him like your very own pillow while you watched the gray buildings passing past you until the truck suddenly stopped. “Ah we’re here”, he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you could hear the brakes of the other trucks and cars squeaking around you and voices beginning to mix with heavy footsteps. “How ‘bout you take Lucille and I take your bags”, you heard him add, urging you to realize that you would have to peel yourself off the benches now and face the reality outside. Nodding, you began to dive out of the trance the drive had kept you in, finally moving slowly out of Negan’s arms to glance at him through the faint light that streamed into the truck.  ”Everything’s gonna be fuckin’ fine”, he said, trying to cheer you up with a small smile as he reached towards his bat and pressed her handle into your hands, as if he was trying to let her give you the support he got at times from her. You gulped thickly, even though you still nodded as he leaned to press a kiss to your lips and finally heft himself off the bench to end the ride for good and start your way off into your new home.

The gravely ground was crunching beneath your shoes as soon as you stepped out of the truck, wrapping your hand tighter around Lucille’s handle, glancing around in the dimmer becoming light, taking in the place that was now your home until Negan stepped out behind you. He groaned lightly as he hefted the bags out of the truck, taking one in each hand before he moved beside you and nodded towards the closest entrance. “Alright, we two gotta go in there and then up to the apartment”, he said, pulling his lips into a small, supportive smile for you as you slowly nodded. “Boss man! There you finally are. How long it’s been? Two weeks? Three? Almost thought you’d abandon us”, you suddenly heard Simon’s loud voice booming through the air as he strutted from behind one of the trucks towards you. There was some taunt swinging in his last words, just enough to recognize but it was there and you could tell by the glance that begun to flare up in Negan’s eyes that he did so as well. “Calm your ass down, Simon. I’m back so shit’s all fine”, he retorted with a growl, straightening his figure to tower a little more over the man who was walking up to his side, a big grin laying on Simon’s face. “Yes it is!”, he said almost a bit too enthusiastic before he glanced at you,”And ya got us a new addition.” You just nodded, unsure what you should respond. You’d never been very out of sorts with him, but right now his behavior just seemed more off than usual. “Well, then welcome to the Sanctuary”, he said, grinning a little too widely as he stemmed his hands into his hips before he glanced back to Negan and nodded towards the bags in his hands,“You want me to get someone to carry them up?” “Nah, get them up myself. Better to be just us two now”, Negan responded, giving Simon a short nod while he moved a little closer towards you, “But tell Randall to get us some of those sandwiches later up.” “Alright, gonna tell him right away.” “Good, well then thanks right-hand man”, Negan mumbled, eyeing Simon for another moment before you could see Simon giving him another nod. “Then see ya around. Good to have you back”, Simon said, running a hand over his jaw before he turned around and walked off, disappearing behind the trucks and leaving you with a bit of an odd feeling. “Hook in, Sweetheart”, you heard Negan say, darting your attention back to him  as you saw him nodding to his arm,  “Gotta finally get you upstairs.”

Moments later you were already following his lead, up a couple of cement stairs that towered over the trucks,  until he stemmed the heavy metal door open and allowed the both of you to slip into the hallway. “Now I know it doesn’t have that idyllic peachy Alexandria atmosphere but it’s got its own charm”, he said as soon as you stood inside the Sanctuary, the door falling behind you into its lock. It was a very own charm Negan was talking about there, the light was dim, even a little cold in the hallways whose walls were painted gray and were covered here and there with doors that lead to further rooms. You sure had to get adjusted to it, especially since you were used to your old home, to the cozy homes, the green patches and fields, and the wide roads that were surrounded by trees and the small lake. This was almost the opposite, but you had heard Negan talk about his own apartment that at least sounded to be as different to these empty hallways as Alexandria was. You shifted a little closer towards him as you made your way further through the Sanctuary, holding onto his arm until you reached a staircase at the end of just another hallway. “How far is it till your room?”, you asked, glancing at him as he cleared his throat. “Our”, he just retorted, softly chuckling as he saw the questioning glance in your eyes arise,”It’s our room now, Sweetheart.” His voice sounded almost excited as his eyes captured yours for another moment, before they softened as he still caught the exhaustion and pain painted on its surface the day had left. You knew he had always wished for you to join him here someday, as much as you knew that he would have wanted to be caused by other circumstances. For a short moment he leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your lips before nodding up. “Gotta go up all those damn stairs, that’s the only drawback of that room, but the view from there is fan-fuckin-tasting, you’ll like it”, he said, shooting you a supportive smile that allowed to grasp some warmth within you, fighting the sorrow that was still stuck deeply in your head.

The stairs left your legs strained and heavy, as if cement was tied to your feet but as you eventually reached the highest floor, a bit relief began to wash slowly over you. “Got the whole floor just for us”, Negan said as he stemmed the heavy metal door open that parted the staircase from the rest of the hallway. You gave him a soft nod, glancing into the hallway that hat was enlightened with some evening light, caused by the outside facing door on the other side of the hallway before you kept up with Negan’s step, trying to figure out where exactly his room was. “Aaaand”, he exclaimed after just a few more moments ,”Here we are!” He shot you a grin as he stopped before two heavy wooden doors that differed from all the others on the floor, nodding towards its dark surface as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. For a moment he set down one of the bags to reach towards the handle and grasped it, pushing the door open with a soft chuckle, “Home, sweet fuckin’ home. Get in, Sweetheart.” Your eyes laid still on him and his obvious try to lift your mood before your glance wandered inside as you slowly stepped in. Slowly, the imaginary picture you’ve had of the room from Negan’s stories began to match the scene that laid in front of you. The big windows that flooded the room with evening light, the armchairs and especially the comfy looking black leather couch beside it that Negan had often raved about, the big industrial shelves behind it that were filled with books and some decoration, the large dark bed beside the door that was decked with black sheets and a bunch of pillows which was just a part of what you were taking in as you glanced around. “Awesome, huh?”, Negan said as he walked behind you into the apartment, quickly laying the bags down next to one of the benches before he strutted back over to you. “We can still change stuff, y’know?”, he said with a smile, widening his arms to gesture around the room before he slung one of them around your waist,”Just want you to feel all homey here.” You slowly nodded, trying to somehow get your mind to be open for his tries to cheer you up and make you feel as welcome as he could. Slowly, you leaned your head against his neck, cuddling against him for a moment as you slung another arm around his torso and breathed deeply out, trying to shut down the thoughts in your head. “Thank you”, you quietly mumbled, nuzzling your nose into the fabric of his shirt while he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you could feel a small smile growing against your skin. “How about we get your stuff in the closet, huh? Get started with some baby steps?”, Negan asked after a few more moments of just holding you, pushing you a little closer before you could feel him nodding to the dark wooden closet that laid across from the big bed and next to the door that must lead to another room, probably a bathroom. “Okay”, you mumbled, diving your face for a last time into his shirt before you could feel him moving over the other side of the room. “Finally stuff to fill that shit up”, Negan mumbled with a small groan not much later as he pushed the small piles of white and gray shirts to the side, getting some place for you in between them. You glanced at him from the spot beside him, watching how he bowed down to drag the zipper of one of the bags at your feet open. “Ah crap, he really put his damn back in throwing that shit in here”, Negan grumbled about your Dad, only to let the thought of him and your final fight to flare up again. “Shit..didn’t mean to whirl crap up”, you heard Negan sigh out, glancing worriedly at you as soon as he could glance at your fallen face again,”Wanna sit your sweet ass down? I can do this shit for you.” “Really?-” “Really”, he cut you off as soon as your voice had just nearly hushed, giving you a small smile before he leaned in to peck your lips, allowing you to shut your thoughts off for just a small moment. You kept trying to keep it that way as you kicked your boots off and sat down on the large bed, feeling how it sunk a little under your weight as you shuffled onto the sheets. They were just as soft as they looked, matching with the comfy pillows that gave gently in as you leaned your back into them and glanced at Negan who was still pushing his clothes to the sides just to fill the new made space up with yours. He was trying to fold them as well as he could with the mess your father had left in the bag by throwing as much in it as he could grab, but still, how much Negan was trying to give you the most comfortable start as possible let some warmth curse through your body that was more than worn out from the day. Part of you still felt half dead and as if what had happened in Alexandria was just a nightmare you would wake up from as soon as the alarm clock would ring and rip you out of your sleep. Instead a loud knock on the wooden door ripped you out of your little trance instead, urging your glance first to the door and then to Negan who had just stuffed another shirt into the closet. “Boss, got the sandwiches you asked for”, an unfamiliar male voice followed, easing the annoyance that had flashed for a moment over Negan’s face the knock had elicited. Running his palm over his stubbled chin he steered towards the door with a couple of large steps only to let it fly open in the very next moment. “Well holy smokes, those look fuckin’ great”, Negan chuckled as you could see his glance falling down to the hands of the man which were the only parts visible of him for you on your spot on the bed. Still, you could steal a peak of the sandwiches on the large plate he was carrying that looked almost delicious enough to elicit a small feeling of hunger in you. God, you should be starving if you considered that you had last eaten some breakfast at the infirmary, but the day had left its marks also this part of your mood.  “Alrighty, thanks Randall”, Negan said, grabbing the plate before giving the man a quick nod that send him away as quickly as he had come.  “Now here we go, damn these smell fuckin’ good too”, Negan grumbled as he kicked the door shut with his foot, right before stumbling over to the bed and plopping down next to you as you were just about to shift to its edge. “No no, stay there, we’re eating in bed today”, he said swinging his legs onto the sheets before grinning at you as he pushed the plate closer towards your figure, “The crumbs might dig into our asses tonight, but those fuckers will be worth it. Randall, shit that guy can be a pain in the ass but his sandwiches...damn they’re good.” He chuckled, grabbing one of the sandwiches, some molten cheese already spilling out of the sides before Negan caught with his mouth and took a big bite. You gulped softly as your glance fell from him to the sandwiches. They did look delicious, and they smelled just as great, but strangely  the look and scent that had elicited the small hunger before were now fighting it down. Your stomach seemed to close up to your throat, shutting that part of your body apparently down. “Sweetheart, you need to eat something too...what did you eat at the infirmary this morning? Some cereal? That’s not fucking enough, even after a shit day like this one...and don’t tell me you’re not hungry, won’t let that pass.” He winked at you, trying to lighten the mood even though the sound in his voice was still concerned.  “Just try a little bit, and if not now, hell you can try again later.” You nodded, reaching for one of the slices before biting reluctantly into it. The juice of a tomato immediately spread through your mouth, mixing with the molten cheese that usually would have urged you to sink your teeth into the toast over and over again. But today, you could only take a small bite, swallow, almost force, it down your throat before going for another one, for Negan’s sake. “There ya go”, he said, glimpsing at you as he went for another slice while you still nibbled on your first one. You could get down a second one, but after that, you were done with food for today. The two slices had filled you up like a feast meal would on any other day and even though you told Negan to just treat himself with the rest, he left two more lonely slices on the plate in case you’d get hungry after all. With your face buried in Negan’s chest you glimpsed at the sandwiches that had found their new home on his nightstand, before you closed your eyes with a soft grumble and shifted closer into his warmth. “Hmm?”, you heard Negan hum in response. “Just feeling full”, you mumbled, trying to not whirl everything back up again before Negan let out a thick sigh. “Now the whole truth.” ”I...I just want this day to end”, you mumbled after hesitating for a moment, breathing heavily out as you cuddled closer. ”Mhm...but you don’t really think you’re gonna sleep well all that tensed up, do ya?” ”I’m not in the mood fo-” “Shit, I’m not talkin’ bout fucking. Could figure out that you’re not really up to that after this shit...but do you wanna take a bath? To relax a little?”, he cut you quickly off, even though grabbing your attention just as quickly ,”Got some of those bath bomb thingies. Never used ‘em but we can try it out, huh?” Lifting your head off his chest you glanced at him, nodding softly as your mind swayed for a quick moment off to imagine his idea. Hot water that could finally relax your tense muscles, some soothing scent filling the air and Negan right by your side in the tub, all of it seemed perfect and he was right, you weren’t gonna fall asleep like this. Not with that suspense filled body of yours, not with those thoughts whirling like a tornado through your head. “Sounds good”, you said, watching as the small grin that had remained on his lips grew a little wider. “Perfect, then I’ll get that shit ready”, he chuckled, right before he nodded over to the still open closet ,”Just gonna get those last shirts in here.” Heaving himself out of the bed he strutted back over to the bag and the remaining clothes while you laid back into the pillows, watching him first put away what was left along with the bag, before he then glimpsed with a roguish grin at you as he shut the doors of the closet. “By the way, I really like the sight of you on that bed”, he chuckled biting his lip as he reached up to run his palm over the salt and pepper stubble,”Bet you can’t guess how fucking often I’ve imagined that.” “Mhmm I think I got a good guess though”, you chuckled softly, trying to let him  distract you a little from your ongoing thoughts as you watched him walking grinning over the the bathroom. “Well, then I better get goin’, huh? ‘Cause damn I can’t wait to see ya in that bathtub too!” “Oh hell, what did those fuckers smoke when they were naming this crap”, you heard Negan’s voice boom out of the bathroom only minutes later before he poked his head through the door ,”So you want the Rosy Midnight-shit-dream or the fruity-fuck-surprise?” “Hmm...I take the Rosy Midnight-shit-dream” , you laughed softly, watching as the grin grew on his face before he glanced down to each of the bath bombs in his hands. In his right a mix of blue and lilac swirled around the surface of the bomb, while the one in his left was shining in a bright yellow and orange. “Good choice”, he muttered, raising the yellow one up to his nose before he grimaced slightly “ That other thing here smells like it got dragged through some monkey’s asscrack.” Another small laugh left your lips as you watched him sinking his hand down again while his hazel eyes glimpsed at you. “Y’know when I come back I still wanna see that smile right fucking there”, he chuckled, nodding towards the small smile that was still lingering on your face. He disappeared back into the bathroom just as fast as he had appeared, leaving you still laying on the bed, listening the the soft sound of the streaming water that was beginning to fill the bathtub and the small laughs that left Negan’s lips as soon as you heard the plopping sound of the bath bomb meeting the water. ”Now holy shit, gotta admit, that shit looks fuckin’ awesome”, Negan called out of the room, chuckling thickly in an almost childlike joy before you watched him poking his head back out, “Baby? You comin’? We’re ready to go!”

Stripped off your clothes and with the view of the lilac water that was crowned with white and light blue bubbles right in front of you, you finally found yourself scooting towards the big tub, ever feeling Negan’s hand on your hip as he guided you toward it before you finally took a step inside. The warm water felt blissfully against your skin as soon as you stepped into it, goosebumps rushed over your skin as the warmth began to caress your legs, multiplying as slowly lowered yourself. With a content hum you sunk completely into it, sensing the little bubbles popping against your skin along with the small waves you had elicited that moved against your figure as you got comfortable in the tub. Scooting a little forward you allowed Negan to step in behind you, just enough to plop down, one leg stretching out by our sides at a time until he contently groaned and reached out to you. “C’mere, Sweetheart.” Slowly, you leaned back against his chest, humming softly as soon as his warm and wet skin pressed against yours and his strong arms wrapped around your figure. Exhaling deeply you nuzzled your nose into his neck, trying to shut down while Negan’s fingertips slowly traced up and down your arm and his lips pressed against your forehead. You hadn’t really minded a clock till now, but right now, it was probably 9 pm and around this time, before your Dad found out, you’d usually cook some warm milk up to help Judith sleep when she had some trouble to or would plop down on the sofa and watch some movie with Carl. You’d found the DVDs and a recorder shortly after moving in, buried beneath other old stuff after the former owners had probably abandoned it for Netflix. You’d watched most of the movies and shows already multiple times, still, it was nice from time to time to just shut out whatever was lingering behind the walls and dive into some other worlds. You wouldn’t have that anymore, neither the small moments with Judith, nor the movie nights with Carl. You wouldn’t even get close enough to talk to them anymore, not to mention that you couldn’t imagine Carl being willing to give you any more possibilities after what had happened this midday. ”Baby?”, you suddenly heard Negan ask, ripping you out of your thoughts. ”Hmm?”  ”You just got damn tense.” You sighed, feeling how Negan’s glance burned into you, probably filled with concern while you tried to keep yours from filling with tears again. Unsure what to exactly say you just raised your head a little from his shoulder, enough to glimpse just slightly at him and catch the way his eyes were wandering over your face. “I was just...I was just thinking about what I usually did with Judith...and Carl around this time...I just- I didn’t want to fall back but it just keeps popping up in my head”, you gulped, your glance switching to the softly lilac colored water and the small bubbles that drifted over it. “It’s okay, it’s completely fucking okay. Thoughts do what the hell they wanna do. Bounce around like cocky little motherfuckers no matter what you do”, he mumbled, quirking the corners of his lips a little up in an attempt to cheer you up. You tried to let it work on you as one of his wet hands reached up and caressed his rough thumb over your cheek bone, before it came to a stop as he leaned down just enough in to peck your lips. ”Lean forward”, he mumbled against them, remaining close until you rose your eyebrows questioning, ”What?” ”Just lean a bit forward. I’ll do the rest. Just gonna try to get you to think ‘bout something else.” Slowly, you nodded, doing what he asked you to do as you leaned forward, propping your elbows onto your thighs as you felt Negan shifting a little through the water as well. Seconds later you could feel his large hands running up your back, stopping for a short moment at your neck to circle his thumbs over the sensitive skin before reaching up to your loosely tied up hair. Diving his fingers into your hair he began to fumble on the tie, grunting as it seemed to make one big of a stand against him. “Fuck, why are those things always so fuckin stuck in there”, he groaned with a chuckle, trying to move his fingertips deeper into your hair as you first felt a grin growing on your lips again. “Need help?” “Nah, baby. This man ain’t gonna lose against a fuckin’ hair tie”, he grumbled stubbornly, fumbling a little longer until the hair tie finally gave in and let it slowly move out of your hair, though not without a couple more curses. “Fucker”, Negan grumbled with another thick laugh as you watched him tossing the tie towards the sink before diving his fingers back into your hair. Slowly, they  begun caressing over your scalp, before stroking through your hair just the way he knew you liked it. Humming you closed your eyes, trying to let his touches work on you and let them push the thoughts that were still whirling through your head away. “Thought you weren’t in the mood...sounds like your pussy is becoming cream fuckin’ city”, Negan chuckled, moving his fingers a little more towards your neck just to let their tips wander lightly over the sensitive skin. “You know I like this”, you mumbled back, still with your eyes closed at the feathery caresses seemed to give off an even bigger effect on your body. “Oh hell yeah I do”, he laughed lowly, playing a little more with your hair until his hands moved over your shoulders and back and slowly made you relax. The thoughts seemed to flow out of your mind, at least most of them while some last ones kept lingering in the back of your head, not much to your surprise. Still, you could let Negan relax you, untense your muscles as his hands ran over you, his thumbs circled over the knots until they loosened and his fingertips caressed you until you felt like you were melting right there and then underneath his soothing touch.

“Better?”, his voice rasped as you finally leaned back against his warm chest and felt his arms wrapping a little tighter around you as soon as you settled against him. “Yeah, a lot better.” “Knew my magic hands could help ya”, he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before it got quiet for a moment and you just closed your eyes and cuddled a little deeper into his embrace. With your eyelids shut, everything around you didn’t feel all too new, at least not as new and unfamiliar as it did when you opened them. It almost felt like the bathtub in the little hideout of yours and Negan, the house in the middle of the woods. You could almost smell the soap that had always lingered on the edge of the tub, the one Negan had found god knows where and had brought it to your getaway along with other supplies just a few weeks after you had first discovered it. It had that unobtruive scent, not one that filled the whole bathroom as soon as you stepped foot in it, but enough to rise up your nose when you laid in the tub or felt Negan running it over your body. You couldn’t even specifiy what exactly it smelled like, probably a mix of lavender with other flowers and some wooden scents, either way it always relaxed you as soon as you could sense it. And now, it was made up by your mind, only barely crossing the threshold for you to smell it and give you the illusion of being in your own little home with Negan. Your own little home.  Well, that was the Sanctuary now, wasn’t it? Besides the difference that you could cross the little and replace it with huge. The house was kind of a relict of the time you kept your relationship secret at all costs, which was now obviously over, and it had given you the possibility to be undisturbed that you had no where else, which was now over too. Maybe some would say to just drop the house now that it had no obvious use anymore, but hell, you couldn’t do that, not now and probably never. You just didn’t know if this counted for Negan as well, he wanted this here to be the place for both of you, he always had.  “Can we still drive from time to time to our house?”, you finally mumbled, a little afraid of the answer as you could feel Negan halting for a moment. “It’s just...Alexandria was always my place and this here yours...that was the only place that was...y’know, just ours.” “Was”, he mumbled, though you could hear the softness in his voice before he cleared his throat as he felt you tensing slightly. “No, but I get it. ‘Course we can go back there, good to have a little vacation spot, huh? Even in this shitshow”, he said, letting the small burden fall off your shoulders as you raised your head a little and smiled softly at him. “Okay...really glad ‘bout that”, you mumbled, glancing at him as he slowly nodded and leaned in to caress his lips for a moment over yours before stopping for a moment. “But the ‘was’ was honest...I want you to feel home here. Fuck, I know this doesn’t work just from one moment to another, but someday.” “I know...I will. I had to live in in Alexandria too and it worked”, you said, glancing up into the hazel eyes that wandered over your face, “And I got you here so I will feel home too, someday.” Negan nodded slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours until he pulled you back into his embrace and cradled you against his wet chest, humming deeply as he pressed another kiss to your temple. You stayed a little longer cuddled into his figure, trying to fight the demons in his mind until the bathwater slowly began to turn cold. 

Wrapped up in fluffy bathrobes you finally found yourself crawling back onto the    large bed and falling into Negan’s wide open arms. Purring lowly he reached out to one of your legs, grabbing it to pull it over his hip and hook it around it, allowing you to huddle closer into his side. “Can’t wait to give this bed a little housewarming party with you”, he grumbled with a chuckle as his hand ran up your leg, slipping down the bathrobe to caress his rough fingertips over your hip. “Mhmm I can imagine that”, you responded, nuzzling your nose into the warmth of his neck and wrapped your arm securely around his torso. “Same thing counts for the tub...just for the record, I was always just one fuckin touch away from gettin’ rock hard...we gotta give that one a try too when we’re in the fuckin’ mood for some wet damn fun.” ”Yeah...I could feel that”, you mumbled with a small laugh back, feeling how a thicker chuckle rumbled through his chest as his fingertips continued to move in circling movements over your skin. Breathing deeply in and out you took his scent in as soon as his voice and laugh hushed and got replaced by his deeper becoming embrace, supporting you by your tries to keep the calmness that had slipped into your body by now right where it was. “Y’know tomorrow is new day. We’ll get you checked over at Carsons just to be sure that fuckery of the accident is gone for damn good and then, hell then you can start fresh here, I can show you ‘round, just get you settled in a little more. Sounds good?” “Yeah”, you nodded, closing your eyes as the warmth of his hand that settled onto your skin made you melt a little deeper into his embrace, while he pulled some of the soft sheets over your bodies that perfectly hugged your figures and caressed along your skin while you dove a little closer towards finding rest in a peaceful sleep. “Baby?” “Hmm?” “I love you, just wanted to say that again”, he mumbled roughly against your temple, brushing his salt and pepper stubble softly against your skin as his head rested against yours ,”So damn fuckin’ much.” “I love you too”, you mumbled back, cuddling just a little closer as your lips quirked softly up before you hugged him a little tighter back, “And thanks for doing all this to cheer me up...don’t know if I could show it so much but it really helped.” Negan’s lips curled up against your skin for a moment, before it flattened as a thick breath let his chest rise beneath your for a second while he held you a bit tighter, yet hesitated to answer at first. “Least I can do...really. Think you shouldn’t be the one thanking me...should be the other damn way ‘round...the whole armada of fuckin obstacles and shit you took on just to be with my old damn ass...I-”, he stopped, struggling with a loss of words before he instead of trying anew, leaned deeper in to press a warm kiss to your temple and hugged you for a moment even tighter, switching words with touches. Finally, you closed your eyes, still feeling how Negan’s chest softly rose and fell beneath your head while his comforting scent and his soothing warmth continued to lull you in, and keep your thoughts and painful flashbacks of the day at bay - for now.

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[creepycrawliesanonymous]

“This movie was shit.”

You slammed the vhs on the counter in front of you, staring down the clerk standing behind it. He was giving you a rather incredulous look, holding a phone up to his ear. He was in the middle of rattling off some long list of absurd sounding pornos to the distributor when you had practically broken down the front door of RST Video, brandishing the offending vhs in your right hand and giving the clerk the finger with your left.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna hafta call you back.” He hung up before turning toward you fully. The vhs sat between the two of you, although the catalyst for your visit, neither of you payed it any attention. You doubted he would even be able to tell you the title of the film if you asked him. “What seems to be the issue, miss.” It wasn’t a question. He already knew. He was clearly very smug about it, too.

“What part of ‘this movie was shit’ do you not understand?”

“I don’t exactly control the quality of our movies. I’m but a humble public servant.” His grin took up much of his lower face, it was very unbecoming and not at all proper for customer service.

“Yes, but you specifically recommended this for me to watch with my boyfriend, and it was awful! It completely ruined what was supposed to be a very intellectually stimulating date night–“

“Hey, now don’t be using big words with me.”

“–and I believe I should be entitled to a full refund. At the very least you should have to answer for your piss-poor taste in movies.”

“Did you at least get some?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.”

He raised an eyebrow in your general direction. The look he gave you made you want to shave them off.

“So, yes.”

“Better than you could ever give it, at least.”

“That’s rich.” He held up a hand to his chest, and you put your hands on your hips. “I would like to know who gave you the authority to comment on my ability to lay pipe.”

“I know for a fact that you’ve called chicks ‘mom’ during sex.”

“Your point?”

You snorted. “My point is–shut up, stop laughing–it severely hindered my ability to conclude.”

“Conclude? You’re so hot talking dirty when we roleplay.”

You reached over the counter, grabbing Randal by the collar of his flannel and hauling him over to you, bestowing him with a heated kiss right in front of God and everyone in the store (“How rude!”). “Pick a better movie for tonight, why don’t you.”

“Can I borrow your car later?”

“Ask Dante.”

Randal picked up the offending vhs from the counter. “You’re so cruel to me. I’m only trying to get to a better establishment to rent a film that is deserving of our date night.”

You were already half way out of the door. “Ask Dante.”

He huffed out a breath, partially a laugh, before finally looking down at the vhs. He turned to the elderly woman quietly listening from the historical romance section.

“I don’t know what she’s been smoking, All Tit-Fucking Volume 8 is a great film.”

[hugotontheonbiquiffinarians]

Christmas Compliments (Arthur/Joker x F!Reader)

A/N: After finishing this, I’m convinced my writing has embarked down a steep and steady slope of regression.

Word count: ~1200

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“And don’t forget the plans we have scheduled tonight.”

Bewilderment tickles Arthur’s face with a subtle arch of his cyan brow. Peering over a hunched shoulder, he bores his groggy gaze into the back of your skull, drumming duet of his knuckles rapping against weathered marble, momentarily ceased.

“Plans?”, he questions, tonelessly.

Stilling your occupied hands at the oven, you turn to return a playful glare at your beloved fiancé, planting the seed of confusion further into his painted frown when you raise a mitted hand for closer inspection, making a gesture with the left index to imitate a reading from the palm.

“Yep!” Sarcasm scarcely contained.

“Says it right here.” For good measure, you make a show of pointing said index near the mitt’s hem, a list of written elements made evident only to you.

“21:45: Pillow fight.”

Arthur dislodges himself from the kitchen counter, assuming full stature. Striding to you with a lazy smirk, you don’t resist when he makes a swift unveiling of the warm mitt from your still hovering hand. When he advances further to wrap his arms in a sly embrace, restraint yields when you move to press your now naked hand against his clothed chest.

Pulsing behind with hazardous delay, the stove was sizzling with a remainder of hearty breakfast aroma. In response to your rejection of affection, Arthur simply settles his grip to your apron-clad hips, rubbing mindless circles, caring naught to get burned by the seething cuisine. There was yet another appetiser his wolfish grin was famished for.

“I’m not sure what’s more unsettling…” he drawls. “You using military time…” You suppress a smile when his face draws closer, planting a gelid Eskimo kiss. “Or the fact that you’ve scheduled a pillow fight for us.” Raising a brow in silent suspicion.

The accent of his philtrum scar puckers in jest. Between the oven’s beeping and Arthur’s sudden distance from your person, you hadn’t a chance to respond in kind, properly scolding him for nearly sending you both ablaze, if not-so-subtly intending to make his meal inedible. Try as he might, that dwarfish stomach of his was getting a growth spurt, whether he digested or not.

From where you were standing, the underfed belly seemed already in the throes of feasting. You couldn’t help but snort when you see your beloved now stood in the middle of the living room, hip thrusting the air, lithe figure illuminated by a television programme left unattended.

An inattention that almost translated as careless relief of duty from a fresh batch of ‘Joker’ cookies made to complement the Eggs Benedict you had prepared. Taking off your right mitt and turning off the oven and stove, you turn to observe the angles and curves of his lissome figure, committing these motions to memory, however recurrent and common they may be. As a vehicle of mileage, the mind could never be trusted to endure the fleeting image of beauty in its natural, untouched state.

Thus, you interrupt the saint’s purity, begrudgingly. Marring the pristine landscape with a quizzical caress. Your silent stroll to the dancefloor whispers, ‘It takes two to tango.’ And wasn’t he born to be a terpsichorean? So why was he departing the rhythm now, lanking about, untrained in the dexterous art of ballet? Was the gore from a recent sequence of hasty murders disrupting his flow?

Ruddy the lips that purse in greeting. The fledging werewolf’s teeth flashing to a predatory grin when you approach with muted appeal at the helm. You take his hand and lead him to waltz in the quaint expanse. You submit to your baser urges, fingers clutching at his shirt with vise grip, the teal of its patterned expanse peeling slow to reveal apricot flesh.

“Oh, because you’re the Fred Astaire, right? When was the last time you danced? And no, prancing away from the occasional rodent or roach doesn’t count.”

His acid green locks unkempt, suit jacket divested, goofy grin plastered in rouge. Unearthly in masked presence. Peerless in the act of joy, without assisted medication. Now, simply a man adorned in primary colours. Fearless in the natural performance of his deviant being. This was the man you had entrusted your heart to. A lucrative token of acceptance for the impoverished souls clutching empty for the remedy that repels rejection.

“Ho, ho, ho, Mr. Grinch.” In the midst of dizzying twirls and swimming vision lost in love at first sight, snow was falling. A pair of young lovers’ eyes twinkle alight, sparking life to a tree adorned by ornaments. Spirited by the soul of altruism spreading gifts beneath.

“None of that matters right now.” For a brief spell, your lids fall heavy. A calm wave of sedated content, contagious.

“So, tell me, Santa-“

Before you could finish, Arthur wrinkles his nose in mock disgust, rumbling a groan of displeasure.

“Ugh, don’t call me that. There is nothing sexy about Santa. No amount of milk and semen-infused cookies will change that.”

A breathy chuckle slips from your lips.

“Is that your not-so-discreet way of telling me to shove those cookies up Randall’s necrotic ass? Because honestly, they’re probably too half-baked for either of us. No thanks to you.”

And in that toasty instant, the dance had concluded with a bow from both cheeky parties. The salivating aroma of encroaching confectionery submits keenly to a bittersweet scent.

“You know I have a show to attend.”

The grave monotony of his tone secured a hint of Arthur’s temporary departure. Joker had often been the favoured of either.

“Another host to give early servings of coal.”

Fortunately, not deprived a modicum of misplaced humour to stabilise the dichotomy of ego.

“Another talk show?” You sigh inwardly. Audible enough for Arthur to heed with a snaggletooth lopside. “Haven’t you exhausted your voracious taste for revenge against mediocre comedians?”

Arthur makes hurried steps to the kitchen, whistling a quiet tune, nimble fingers reaching eager for the tray of clown cookies.

“‘Revenge’ is not a word to be taken lightly, my dear. I prefer the term ‘justice’.”

Leering at you with a spiked swell of adoration, he savours the delicious taste of your creation, taking his time to chew and make prominent the features of his chiseled face with each strain of muscle in orgasmic food rapture. Although, he wouldn’t readily admit it, it was always quite a pleasure to delight in your culinary crafts. You were always so generous towards him, there was often a guilty streak dominating his otherwise desirous need to praise you for being the archangel you are.

“If only I weren’t so bewitched by your charm...”

You scoff in a manner akin to disbelief.

“You ? In love with with me?” Chuckling nervously, you turn a heel to feign interest to pale clouds offering their lewd release to the citizens of Gotham.

“Imagine…”

Peppermint and eggnog accosts your olfaction with tendrils of pleasant chill caressing the shoulders, ghosting down to hug your waist in a viper’s embrace.

“Oh, kitten.” His breath is potent with subdued emotion. Leaning back into wiry chest, you listen and synchronise the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“No need to imagine…” Softly, he mutters, breathless and energised. A child who keeps the spirit alive with infectious conviction. Too hyper to rest the night of Christmas Eve.

“Not when I’m living the reality.”

[twdeadfanfic]

Life at the end of the world Pt.10

Summary: Your life as a zombie apocalypse survivor. It starts with the Reader settling into the camp at the quarry, before s1 and then follows the show events and storyline, more or less, but with the Reader in it.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, violence, language.

Author’s note:  I’ve been itching to write a fic like this for a long while and I write it for fun, I don’t claim to be a writer so if you find you dislike this fic, please be kind and just stop reading. English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance. For the same reason, I can’t write character’s accents and things like that. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it. There’d be several parts to this.

N/A: I feel very insecure about this chapter, which is longer than others, so apologies in advance if it’s not good.

As soon as the sun rose, Dale’s funeral took place.

You buried him next to the Greene’s and Sophia’s graves, and you held Carol’s hand while Rick talked about Dale, Glenn, and Andrea too shaken to say anything. Tears came to your eyes as Rick reminded you how Dale, with his kind and gentle heart, thought you could be better people no matter you lived in an awful world.

“He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. That is how we honor Dale.”

You exchanged a look with Daryl while Rick talked. You’d already told him before, the group wasn’t broken, not while you still cared about each other, not while you took care of each other.

After the funeral, you went with Shane, Andrea, Daryl, T-Dog to patrol the perimeter of the farm, looking for any fences that might have fallen down, allowing walkers to come in, and killing any of them that might be inside already.

You’d been reluctant to go at first, more scared of the monsters that you wanted to admit but finally, you decided to join them. After Sophia, after Dale, you had to stop being scared, you had to start being strong and fighting for your life, for your friends’ lives. You hadn’t asked Shane to teach you how to use a gun, all that time ago, for nothing, you had wanted to be able to protect yourself and it was time to start acting about it.

You found a couple of down fences, the walkers had probably wandered in through them, and after pulling them up again you followed Daryl as he tracked the geeks, killing them for good as you found them. It was your first time killing them so close, using just a shovel instead of your gun since Rick’d said you needed to save bullets and avoid making noise. It was scary and hard, but you forced yourself to be strong and kept going.

Back at the house, Rick and the others were moving your things in. Hershel had allowed you to stay inside the house, in case any more walkers may wander inside the perimeter, sure their cattle were bound to attract them.

You were beyond grateful, hugging Maggie when he smiled at you, so happy and relief of going to sleep inside sturdy walls.

Rick began listing what needed to be done, giving you all tasks and you were glad for it. It gave you a purpose, something to do, and it gave you a sense of safety.

He wanted to build a lookout in the windmill and at the top of the barn, which sounded as hard work but would allow you to watch over the whole farm and beyond so you could see any threat coming. He gave first watch to Daryl and T-Dog, and Andrea and you would start to patrol as soon as everything was organized.

You were feeling content, feeling so busy and helpful, and your good mood just went up when Rick said him and Daryl would take Randall offsite and cut him loose. So you weren’t going to kill the boy then! It was the right thing to do, you knew.

Shane, though, didn’t seem to agree and you stepped away, not wanting to hear yet another Rick-Shane discussion that would ruin your mood, and headed to help driving the cars to the farm’s exits.

Back again at carrying your stuff inside the house, you couldn’t help but hear a bit of the conversation between Maggie and Glenn as he refused her offer to sleep in her room. When Glenn walked away, Maggie looked at you, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“Men.”

“Don’t mind him.” You laughed quietly. “Boy is head over heels with you, bet he’s just awkward.”

“Maybe...” Maggie let out a sigh before letting out a chuckle. “Why do I like that idiot...”

“He kind of grows on you.” You teased back. “But if he doesn’t step up his game I’m gonna try to steal you from him.”

You winked at Maggie and she snorted a laugh, pushing you playfully.

On your way to get more stuff from your camp, you crossed paths with Daryl, who was watching from distance at Rick and Shane talking in the porch.

“Ey!” You greeted him.  “Heard you’re taking Randall away from here with Rick.”

Daryl just hummed, looking at the two men talking with a frown on his face. You’ve seen Daryl making plans with Rick earlier while you got stuff into the house, but you also had noticed how he’d started to avoid Shane whenever he could, so you guessed that was why he wasn’t with Rick now.

Considering how Shane was being lately, you didn’t blame Daryl, you’d began avoiding him too since he’d yelled at you last night. You liked that Rick seemed to be relying more on Daryl too and not only on Shane, whose temper was getting out of control. You trusted Daryl, somehow, despite how surly and harsh he could be sometimes, he’d showed that deep down he cared for the group, try as much as he wanted to hide it.

He didn’t seem to be feeling very talkative, though and you shrugged, deciding to let him be. You placed the last few things that remained in your old camp into a couple of boxes and took one to carry it to the house. Shane was walking away from the porch, Rick too, and you saw Daryl taking the other box and following you.

Back inside the house, everything was a mess of boxes and things, a mess of people even, but you liked it, it made you feel safe and less gloomy.

“Here.” Carol came from the kitchen, handing Daryl the food she’d been getting ready for Randall so you wouldn’t kick the boy away without any supplies.

You were putting things together so all your stuff weren’t just lying around everywhere when you heard a commotion coming from outside, Daryl, T-Dog, and Rick talking urgently about something.

You all ran out to find Randall seemed to have escaped. Weird thing was, the handcuffs were still locked and so was the door of the barn.

“Rick, Rick!”

Shane’s voice reached you before any of you had time to come up with an idea or look for your missing prisoner and Shane rushed towards your group, face bloodied, explaining to you how Randal had snuck on him and clocked his face, running away with his gun.

Soon Rick sprung to action, commanding T-Dog to get you all safe inside the house while he, Daryl, Glenn, and Shane went looking for Randall, you couldn’t leave him out there with a gun, not knowing if he’d attack you or if he’d be able to find his dangerous group and bring them to you.

Before leaving, Daryl approached you.

“You know that boy didn’t stand a chance against Shane to break his nose like that and ran away, right?” He muttered to you hastily.

You looked from him to Shane and nodded your head weakly, biting your lip. You didn’t want to believe Shane might have done something to Randall, but the boy was way smaller than him...he could have taken Shane by surprise, though, maybe...still, the situation was strange to say the less. Shane had disagreed with Rick’s plan since the beginning and you only hoped he hadn’t done something hast and that he might regret.

Inside the house, you all tried to do things, sorting things around, trying to occupy your mind with something that wasn’t worry about what might be going on out there, but it was evident you all were anxious and tense.

Daryl and Glenn were the first to come back.

Things got weirder and weirder as they explained how they had found Randall as a walker but without any bite marks, he’d his neck broken and Shane’s and Randall’s track showed that they were together, according to Daryl. You knew what it looked like and you couldn’t believe it.

Shane had been a bit out of control lately and he hadn’t agreed with the plan of letting the boy free, but this... it was too much even for him, there had to be another explanation, or at least you hoped so. Seeming as worried as everyone else or even more, Lori begged Daryl to go looking for Rick and Shane and off he went.

Before he could go anywhere, though, you all saw in horror how dozens and dozens of walkers, more than you had ever seen, had somehow got into the farm’s fields, making their way towards the house.

It was the scariest thing you’d ever seen and you looked around at the faces of your equally scared friends, waiting for some indication of what to do. Glenn suggested going inside the house, locking down everything but Daryl pointed out such a massive herd would rip down the house. It was terrifying.

“Carl’s gone!” Lori announced in despair before any of you could come up with any plan. “I can’t find him anymore!”

She obviously refused to leave without his boy and you all agreed, so Carol, Patricia, and Beth went to help her look for him inside the house again, see if he was hidden. You stayed outside with the others, Maggie passing some riffles and shotguns around but Daryl said it was no use, there were too many of them.

It was true, you would run out of ammo and there would still be dozens of them coming, even with all the bullets of the world they were enough to overrun you in a moment.

Hershel, though, didn’t want to leave, he wanted to fight for his farm and Andrea came up with the idea of taking the cars and leading the geeks away from the farm.

“This is my farm. I’ll die here.” Hershel’s opinion was clear.

“Alright, is a good a night as any,” Daryl said gloomily.

“I’m not dying here!” You whispered to Daryl, quiet enough so the other wouldn’t hear you, and he nodded to you.

“You stay here, help Hershel shoot them as they come.” He instructed you. “But as soon as the others get out of the house or if they get too close, you take a car and drive away from here, gotcha?”

You nodded, trying to hide how scared you were, and he left with Andrea, T-Dog, Glenn, and Maggie, off to shoot the walkers from inside the vehicles and drive them away.

You gasped when you saw the barn lit up in flames, you didn’t know what had caused it but you were grateful as it attracted walkers to it and away from the house, but they were so many, there was no point trying to shoot them or drive them off, they just kept coming. You had to leave, no matter if you had to drag Hershel kicking and screaming.

“Come on, we gotta go!” You shouted at Carol and Lori when you saw them getting out of the house.

Lori didn’t want to, she still hadn’t found Carl, but there was nothing you could do, you had to run. Hershel wouldn’t move though, but the walkers were just a couple meters away so after he ignored your calls again and again, you leaded Carol, Lori, Beth and Patricia to a car.

Before you could reach it, though, a walker took hold of Patricia, her screams of agony and the sight of the monster ripping off her neck paralyzing you in terror for a moment before you sprung back to action.

The walkers had cut your way to the car but T-Dog and Andrea showed up to help

Lori and Beth rushed inside but you’d seen Carol run away chased by geeks and you run after her, Andrea behind you. You weren’t about to leave your friend there to be devoured, not if could help it.

You found her circled by monsters but between Andrea and you, you managed to shoot down the closer ones. There were too many, though, seeming to endlessly appear out of nowhere and you screamed in horror as one of them fell over Andrea.

“Come on!”

You shouted to Carol, shooting at another geek that had almost grabbed you. They were everywhere. You both run for your life, but there were more of them approaching you, closing your paths.

“Keep going!” You yelled at Carol as you stopped to shoot at the closer ones, but she seemed reluctant to leave you “Come on, I’ll follow you in a second!” She nodded wildly, as scared as you, and began running again.

You shot the shotgun as good as you could, not used to it, but hitting enough of them to clear a small space around you. When you turned to follow Carol, though, you couldn’t see her anyway, a new sea of walkers coming.

You looked around, unable to find any of your friends, just more and more geeks, seeming to never end. You felt like just dropping to the ground and crying, there were too many and you were alone. You’d never felt that desperate and scared in all your life.

But you had said it, you weren’t going to die there. You forced yourself back into action, forced yourself to do something, to keep going and fight, to survive.

The only idea that came to your mind was to run to the woods, if the noises at the farm and the fire of the barn were attracting the walkers, maybe there were less of them in the woods. You ran as fast as you could, shooting walkers on your way until you run out of ammo and then hitting them with the shotgun, trying to keep them away from you, glad that you’d been right and there were less of them in that part of the forest.

You ran and ran through the trees, memories of the nightmare in which you’d been running for your life in a wood, chased by monsters, coming to your terrified mind.

You kept running and running, panting and heart pounding hard. The walkers were getting scarcer so you were able to hide from them, but you stopped only when you saw there weren’t any around. You fell hard on your knees, panting, totally exhausted.

You didn’t have much time to rest, a geek appearing out of nowhere, forcing you back onto your feet and you hit it again and an again with the barrel of the shotgun until he fell to the floor, dead.

You fell down next to the corpse, finally breaking down and crying your heart out. You didn’t know were where your friends, if they had made it or not, you weren’t even totally sure of where you were, you felt alone in the world and totally hopeless.

You didn’t know how long you’d been crying but when you looked up, startled by a noise, you saw the sun was starting to come up. A couple of geeks were coming from ahead of you and you held your breath, hiding behind a tree. They stood close for a moment, vacant eyes looking around, their growls freezing the blood inside your veins, but then they began stumbling away, something having caught their attention.

You saw a cloud of smoke rising up from where they were going. It must be where the Greene’s farm was, the smell and noise probably kept attracting walkers to it.

You had to force yourself to do something, you couldn’t just stay in that wood forever, crying in despair until some walker devoured you.

You’d seen some of the others drive away in their cars, so you’d to hope they were alive...how could you find them again, you didn’t know, it seemed impossible. Probably you weren’t going to see them again, they would already be far from there. The thought almost made you choke in sobs again, but you forced yourself to stop that and do something.

Thanks to the smoke you were able to locate the farm, you’d come running from it so you tried to figure out where you might be, but all the wood seemed the same to you. You tried to think where the road to the farm might be, considering where the farm was and where you’d run to.

Feeling not very certain but with no other plan, you began walking towards the direction where you thought the road might be, leaving the column of smoke to your right.

After a while of walking without the woods changing not even a bit you were certain you were totally lost but then you heard the sound of an engine revving. The road had to be close! You ran towards the sound and finally saw the road, and you sprinted towards it, no matter how exhausted you were.

You’d never been so happy to see someone as you were when you saw Daryl on his bike coming up the road. You jumped to the side of the road and without thinking it twice you ran to the middle of it.

“Shit, woman, are you crazy!” Daryl yelled at you, turning his bike and slamming the breaks, wheels skidding.

You threw yourself at him as soon as he was off the bike, glad to see someone alive, someone from your group. You’d been so certain you were alone, that you were never going to see them again. You couldn’t believe it.

Daryl grabbed your arms before you could wrap them around him, though, holding you at distance and taking in your disheveled state, walker’s blood spattered over you, and his frantic eyes scanned you, taking in the blood and looking for bites.

“You okay?” He asked softly, eyeing you with concern and noticing you were shaking, still in shock and terrified

You could only let out a choked whimper, unable to find words. You were alive, and now you weren’t alone, you weren’t badly hurt, you hadn’t been bitten...but you felt you were far from okay.

When Daryl was certain you hadn’t been bitten he finally let go of your arms, allowing you to hug him and you buried your face in his chest, unable to stop crying. You were so relieved to have found him, but you were still half scared to death and so exhausted you felt you might just collapse.

“Are the others okay?” You choked out after a short moment when Daryl pulled away from you again. You tried to calm down but tears just kept coming.

“Yeah, we met in the intersection.” Daryl nodded. “I came back looking for you and Andrea.”

“Thanks...” You sniffed, clutching at his arm as if afraid he might just disappear and more grateful than you could express in your distressed state.

“Carol wouldn’t stop saying you’d been running right behind here and that we had to go back for you, so...” Daryl shrugged. “Andrea?”

“I don’t know...I saw a walker fall over her...they were everywhere, they wouldn’t stop coming...” You sobbed.

You couldn’t think Andrea might have gotten out of there alive, if the walker that fell over her hadn’t killed her, when you had run away there’d been dozens of the monsters around her. But you felt uneasy about just abandon her without checking. Coming back was dangerous though, the massive herd of walkers sure to be still there.

You saw Daryl was wondering the same, frowning towards where the farm was, smoke still visible, as if trying to make his mind. He bit his lip, looking to you when you shuddered as you caught sight of the strand walkers that were starting to show up.

“We gotta go.” He pulled you towards his bike.

You hid your face on his back, still crying and shaking, and held onto him so tightly as he drove, fingers clutching his shirt, that you thought you might be hurting him but he didn’t say anything.

“Y/N!”

You looked up from Daryl’s back when you heard your name and saw Carol running to you as the bike stopped. You didn’t even have time to get off it before Carol wrapped you into a hug, almost knocking you over.

“I told them you were alive, I told them you were right behind me.” She said softly as you cried into the crook of her shoulder. “I knew you’d be alive.”

“Thank you...” You sobbed quietly.

Eventually, Carol pulled away from you, letting the others greet you. You giggled when Maggie and Glenn pulled you into a weird hug the three together that almost made you all fall to the floor. As you greeted everyone you began feeling more calm, relief washing over you. You had made it, you had not only survived but also found your friends again. You couldn’t believe it, you were going to give thanks for it every day.

You looked around and noticed the people missing.

Patricia, you had seen her being devoured. Jimmy wasn’t there either, probably having found the same fate.

Andrea...You felt guilty to say the least, she had been with you, helping Carol...you should have helped her, you should have done something, you should have pulled that walker away from her...but there had been so many of them...

Shane wasn’t there either, but you were too afraid to ask, you didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t need to.

As soon as everyone had greeted you and you’d stopped crying and shaking, Rick didn’t lose any time, reminding all you that you needed to move, it was dangerous to stay there, a couple of strand walkers already making their way to you.

You needed to leave the main road, go somewhere out the beaten track where there’d have been fewer people hence fewer walkers, try to find somewhere safe to stay even if only for a night.

You were in the back seat of Glenn’s car, you’d looked so drained Carol had said she’d go on Daryl’s bike, afraid you might just collapse and fell down. Daryl had just shrugged, telling you to decide it quick before he’d drive off and leave you both there.

You were sitting down next to Maggie, who was between you and Beth, and both her little sister and yourself were holding her hands and resting your heads on her shoulders, and soon you felt your eyes close as your exhaustion took hold of you.

You woke up with a start when you heard a honk and looked around, startled. The cars had halted to a stop and when you got out Rick informed you he’d almost run out of gas so you’d have to stay there and he’d make a run for gas in the morning.

You shuddered at the idea of having to stay the night out in the middle of nowhere, easy prey to the walkers that might roam the woods or the road, and the faces of the others told you they were right there with you.

“I’m freezing...” Carl complained.

Summer had ended and autumn was starting to come strong, the wind cold and the weather not ideal, to say the least, to camp outside without even sleeping bags, no matter if you built a fire as Lori suggested.

No matter what anyone said, Rick was adamant on staying the night there and waiting until the morning to go looking for supplies, turning off Maggie’s offer to go with Glenn to look for gas and supplies while the others waited there so you wouldn’t have to spend the night out there.

He didn’t want the group to divide, he wanted you to stay together so none would get stranded or separated and unable to find each other. You could understand it, having been lost alone without them just a few hours ago. If it happened again, if the group got divided and you lose contact with the others, who knew if you’d able to find each other again.

It was terrifying. You didn’t want your group to divide ever again, you didn’t want to get separated from them. It was too easy to get lost.

The alternative, though, was almost as terrifying. Staying there you could get attacked by walkers, maybe even ambushed by a dangerous group of people, and tried as hard as he could, Rick couldn’t ease your worries with his words about keep hoping, about finding a place not only where you could survive but thrive.

It sounded like a dream. Such things weren’t possible anymore. You had seen it with the farm. You felt totally hopeless at that moment, and were sure you weren’t the only one.

Daryl had been silent during the whole exchange, ignoring Carol when she’d asked him if he agreed with Rick, but then he began confronting Rick about having found Randall turned into a geek without having been bitten, stating that Shane had killed him.

It pained you to think that a man who had been a good friend could have done something like that, but you knew it was true, and you’d seen him fall into what had almost seemed insanity. He was gone now, though, so it didn’t matter anymore.

“We’re all infected.” Rick blurted out after a moment of tense silence.

You were confused for a moment until you caught up to what that meant. So you didn’t have to be bitten to turn. So you only had to die and then you woke up as a geek. The news hit the group hard, mad at Rick for having hidden it, shocked and upset, and soon a fight started between them and Rick.

Rick cut it off quickly, though, and reminded you harshly you had to get everything ready for the night. There were some small and half down stone walls at the side of the road that Rick had chosen to set camp in, so he and Daryl went looking for wood while T-Dog and Glenn kept watch.

That night, you all had to dine in a rabbit Daryl had managed to hunt. It was meager but it was something and for that you all were thankful. The night was cold, even close to the small fire, and you huddled next to Carol for warmth and comfort.

“We’re not safe with him...” You heard her whisper to Daryl when he sat down next to her.

You knew she mistrusted Rick and was upset with him for having hidden the secret that Dr. Jenner had told him, she had told you so, but you still thought it wasn’t that bad, there were worse things. Rick might seem really cold at times but you had always felt you could trust him, that he would always try to help and protect the group. Carol, though, seemed to think the opposite, as he suggested Daryl you should just leave him.

“No, Rick’s done all right by me.” Daryl shook his head at his words, seeming to agree with you on this, stating to Carol that Rick was a man of honor when she claimed she wanted to follow one.

“I’m not leaving the group.” You said quietly, you hadn’t almost opened your mouth since you got out of the car. “I want us to stay together always.”

Carol seemed to notice something in your voice because she sighed and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer and letting the matter go.

Before you could try to sleep, though, panic rushed through the group as some noises came from somewhere within the woods. Yet another fight broke as Rick didn’t want anyone to wander away in the night, which on one hand sounded logical...but on the other, you couldn’t just wait there for whatever the sound was to come and attack you, no matter Daryl tried to assure you it would be just a harmless animal.

Soon Rick seemed fed up with everyone and everything and he began ranting until he confessed he had killed Shane. You gasped aloud, horrified. It was one thing to think that Shane had been killed off by the monsters but to think that he’d been murdered...and by Rick, claiming he did it for you... You couldn’t believe it, just like you couldn’t believe Shane had tried to kill Rick. Everything was just too horrible...

Rick claimed his hands were clean but you saw in his face he thought otherwise as his facade broke for a second, but soon he was ranting again, telling you all to go off without him if that was what you wanted or to stay an obey him as your one and only leader.

There wasn’t much of a choice.

Later that night, Carol seemed to finally fall into an uneasy sleep but you weren’t able to do the same, as much as you tried. Carol’d been complaining quietly about Rick and you agreed with some of her ideas, but not with everything as she seemed to have little to no faith in Rick as a leader. The only thing you were certain was that you weren’t going to leave the group and neither would Carol, no matter her opinion about Rick.

Rick and T-Dog were still on watch while the others slept, or tried to. Daryl, though, was still awake, sitting down next to Carol and you. Carefully as not to wake Carol, you sat up and shifted closer to Daryl.

“You ain’t sleeping?”He rasped and you shook your head.

“I’m terrified.” You confessed quietly after a moment of silence, hugging your knees, hating to feel that weak.

“You shouldn’t. Rick and T-Dog are on watch.” Daryl pointed out. “If there’s a threat coming they’ll see it.”

You nodded but it didn’t make you feel better, you trusted them to keep watch but lots of things could happen without them noticing, or maybe a herd could come too quick...but it wasn’t only that...

“I’m a bit scared of Rick...” You whispered, not wanting anyone but Daryl to hear you. He frowned at you, seeming confused, so you kept talking. “He killed Shane...I know how Shane was but Rick murdered him...”

“Shane tried to kill him too, not for the first time I’d say. Had it coming.” Daryl was looking at you in disbelieve, as if he couldn’t believe you’d throw that to Rick’s face.

You knew he was right, but it felt bad anyway, and not only because of Shane... Rick had seemed so cold, so hard that evening while he talked, he’d scared you a bit.

“I don’t like this...” You stole a glance towards Rick who was scanning the perimeter, before dropping your gaze down again.”This Rick going tyrant more...it worries me...”

It was what scared and worried you the most. You valued Rick as a leader, but you couldn’t agree to follow him blindly and without question, it was beyond you. And it made you feel a bit scared of what he might become. It didn’t feel right.

“Rick ain’t like that. He’s a good man.” Daryl sounded so sure you had to almost believe him. “He’s tired and he’s worried, so he said all that. But it ain’t like that, it ain’t gonna be. He just wants us to stop arguing about shit, wants us to be together and safe.”

You hoped he was right. You had to almost chuckle at his faith in Rick, considering how they’d first met each other. They seemed to have started trusting each other and relying on each other since the last days at the farm, and you’d seen them talking quietly here and there.

It was almost funny, how Daryl devoted himself to the group now when back at the quarry he’d been so ready to leave, seeming to despise you all. Those days seemed so far now, after everything that had happened to you all.

But you all had come out stronger from it, you all were more united as a group and that wasn’t going to change, no matter what. Daryl’s change of behavior was proof of it and you couldn’t be happier about it, having thought for a while now that there was more to him than what he’d been showing.

“I’m gonna keep watch, let T-Dog sleep.” Daryl’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Sleep.”

He commanded and you nodded, curling up with Carol again when Daryl got to his feet and forcing yourself to sleep.

When the sun came up you all got ready, hitting the road again once Rick and Daryl found fuel, and driving away towards an unknown destiny, towards a nomadic life on the road, fighting to survive, looking for that safe haven Rick seemed to believe in

It was going to be a long, hard quest.

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movies, tv shows, and books of 2017

((as before,  * is a rewatch/reread; currently watching; can’t get through))

Skam (s3, s4)

The OA (s1)

Misfits (s1*, s2*, s3*)

My Mad Fat Diary (s1*, s2*)

A Series of Unfortunate Events (s1)

Smallville (s4*)

Don’t Breathe (2016)

The Eric Andre Show (s1, s2, s3, s4)

How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia by Mohsin Hamid

Hidden Figures (2016) & *

Schindler’s List (1993)

Sophie’s Choice (1982)

Timeless (s1)

Shadowhunters (s2)

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

The Imposter (2012)

Tickled (2016)

Riverdale (s1)

Jenny and the Jaws of Life by Jincy Willett

In the Flesh (s1*, s2*)

Till We Have Faces by CS Lewis

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016)

Doctored Images by Robert Sherrier

Moonlight (2016)

The Happening (2008)

Love & Friendship (2016)

The Office (s4*, s5*)

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

Cléo de 5 à 7 (1962)

The Wind Done Gone by Alice Randall

The Witch (2015)

Girls on Fire by Robin Wasserman

Grey Gardens (1975)

Holy Motors (2012)

Lion (2016) & *

Plein Soleil (1960)

On Beauty by Zadie Smith

Becoming Native to This Place by Wes Jackson

Moana (2016) & *

Arrival (2016)

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemmingway

We Need to Talk About Kevin (2011)

Confirmation (2016)

Get Out (2017)

Unspoken by Sarah Rees Brennan

Untold by Sarah Rees Brennan

Unmade by Sarah Rees Brennan

Roswell (s1*)

Pride and Prejudice (2005) ****

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz

The Ultimate Gift (2006)

Cold Magic by Kate Elliott

The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams

Men in the Off Hours by Anne Carson

Pain & Gain (2013)

Cold Fire by Kate Elliott

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Anne Carson

The Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis

The Plays of Oscar Wilde by Oscar Wilde (LWF, S, WNI, AIH, IBE*) 

Degrassi: Next Class (s3, s4)

Big Little Lies (s1)

The Importance of Being Earnest (2002)

Face/Off (1997) *

Degrassi (s10*)

Death Becomes Her (1992)

Garth Marenghi's Darkplace (s1)

Cold Steel by Kate Elliott

To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf *

Feud (s1)

13 Reasons Why (s1)

Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

The Social Network (2010) *

Bowling for Columbine (2002)

Mutiny on the Bounty (1935)

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Chewing Gum (s2)

The Virgin Suicides (1999) *

And Then There Were None (s1*)

My Cousin Vinny (1992) *

A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin *

Vineland by Thomas Pynchon

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks (2017)

The Handmaid’s Tale (s1)

Personal Shopper (2016)

Brokeback Mountain (2005)

The Handmaid’s Tale (1990)

My Own Private Idaho (1991)

Gosford Park (2001)

Kynodontas (2009)

The Island (2005)

Notorious (2009)

Busanhaeng (2016)

Last Night I Sang to the Monster by Benjamin Alire Saenz

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

The Girl on the Train (2016)

Law & Order: SVU (s18)

Rize (2005) *

Phoenix (2014) *

American Gods (s1)

The Bank Dick (1940)

Gentlemen Broncos (2009)

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

Play It as It Lays by Joan Didion

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (s3)

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

The People Look Like Flowers At Last by Charles Bukowski

North & South (2004) *

The Beauty of the Husband by Anne Carson & *

The Keepers (s1)

The Girls by Emma Cline

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015) *

Clue (1985) *

Finding Dory (2016) *

The Secret Life of Pets (2016)

The Great Gatsby (1974)

The Great British Baking Show (s3)

The End of Everything by Megan Abbott

Suite Française (2014)

Across the Universe (2007)

Casting JonBenet (2017)

Life (2015)

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The Iron Giant (1999)

Freaks & Geeks (s1*)

Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

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Habibi by Craig Thompson

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997) *

Jurassic Park III (2001) *

Jurassic World (2015) *

Children of Men (2006)

Oh, Hello on Broadway (2017)

Queen of Katwe (2016)

Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins

Testament of Youth (2014)

The Final Girls (2015)

Wandafuru raifu (1998)

Updraft by Fran Wilde

Okja (2017)

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle *

Unbreakable (2000)

Dunkirk (2017)

A Wind in the Door by Madeleine L’Engle

Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief (2015) *

War & Peace (s1)

Stage Beauty (2004)

Defending Your Life (1991)

Sleepers (1996)

Game of Thrones (s7)

Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn

Odd Thomas (2013)

Spirited Away (2001)

In Bruges (2008) *

12 Years a Slave (2013) *

Elvis & Annabelle (2007)

Showgirls (1995)

The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill

Almost Famous (2000) *

Princess Mononoke (1997)

Kill Your Darlings (2013) *

Francis Ha (2012)

Much Ado About Nothing (2012) *

Howl’s Moving Castle (2004)

Iris (2015)

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

Tiny Furniture (2010)

Gameboard of the Gods by Richelle Mead

Following (1998) *

Meet the Blacks (2016)

The Falling (2014)

Amélie (2001) *

Death Note (2017)

Anastasia (1997) *

A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin *

The Good Place (s1)

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente *

The Red and the Black by Stendhal

To the Bone (2017)

Experimenter (2015)

The Land Before Time (1988) *

A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L’Engle *

Wonder Woman (2017)

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood *

It (1990)

I, Claudius by Robert Graves *

The Reader (2008)

Bojack Horseman (s4)

It (2017)

Love Songs (2007)

Girl Asleep (2015)

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn *

The Squid and the Whale (2005)

Sing Street (2016)

White Noise by Don DeLillo *

The Beguiled (2017)

Def Comedy Jam 25 (2017)

Shameless (s1, s2, s3, s4, s5, s6, s7)

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton *

Goon (2011)

The Breakfast Club (1985) *

The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin

American Vandal (s1)

Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold (2017)

Stranger Things (s2)

Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell *

Free Fire (2016)

You Instead (2011)

The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen

Factory Girl (2006) *

Girls Trip (2017)

The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood

Edge of Tomorrow (2014)

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers

Sense and Sensibility (1995) *

Emma (1996) *

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen *

Amnesiac (2015)

What Happened, Miss Simone? (2015)

The 100 (s1, s2, s3, s4)

Emma by Jane Austen *

Dark (s1)

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

The Edge of Seventeen (2016)

Miss Stevens (2016)

Mudbound (2017)

Logan (2017)

Ex Machina (2015)

The Love Witch (2016)

Matilda by Roald Dahl

The Walking Dead (s1*, s2*, s3*, s4*)

Just Kids by Patti Smith

X-Me (2000) *

X2 (2003) *

Democracy by Joan Didion

X-Men: The Last Stand (2006) *

Dancer (2016)

Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Lady Bird (2017)

X-Men: First Class (2011) *

X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) *

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

Lady Macbeth (2016)

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016)

[thatguy-thisguy-yourguy]

i hope this is OK to ask... anything on randal x reader with adhd??? :}

This is absolutely okay to ask! Sorry if I get anything wrong

I don't think much changes between dating you and dating someone neurotypical in the emotional sense. In fact, I think he might understand you more than he does some others.

I think he has a really good memory, especially when it comes to you. He's like your personal agenda.

He is not an organized person, so if you're not either, no problem. life continues the same as two minute ago.

He stims by chewing things, hence the gum, so you're in luck if you do too. If not, then he might be like "what in the fuck are you doing", but a quick explanation will suffice. or a long one, whatever you want.

Don't expect him to remember everything about your hyperfixations, but he'll remember some things such as your likes and dislikes about it and sometimes if you're talking about it he'll be like "oh yeah that's..." and say something you told him, even if it's little. It's always a gamble whether he'll remember important details

He has ADHD too dude...just...look at him..hear him speak. He's not very good at it though. His stims are gum chewing and just generally fucking with small objects like pens and rubber bands. "lemme get a hit off of that shit" he says before taking your hair elastic

off topic but he tells elias to go hyperfixate on some pussy

Probably has told you one of his stims is getting laid. This line has not worked yet. Man, are you hard to get.