#replies: tate and lexi

[secrettyrant]

closed starter, margo's car somewhere in canada tate and lexi @dxrkenedheights

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"It's been a while." Tate drawls, his words weaving through the air like wisps of smoke from a spent joint. It's been years since he had one, but he swears he still smells of the stuff. His eyes fix to the gas station, watching the flicker of movement from the others moving through it. His gaze darts next to the rearview mirror, half-expecting the flashing lights of authority to shatter the tranquility of the moment. It's just a deserted road, a nothingness. But he could swear he sensed something. His hand moves to rest against the steering reel, a subtle tremor twitching his fingers. Not from fear or anxiety but a greed. His whole body tired because of how greedy the feeling is that burns his veins. Even when he's quiet, even when he's calm, his heart always feels like it was made to be prey. "They must've found something good." he mutters, his voice a lazy murmur tinged with the edge of apprehension. With a languid movement his hand drops to the shift so he can start the engine and ease the car closer to the gas station. "Think they said to stay here because we fuck everything up?" now he can look at Lexi in the passenger seat, and finally a grin moves over Tate's lips. Tired, calmly confident which always contradicts him. But his laugh emits just as a sigh, his hand knocking to Lexi's leg as he predicts his joke to not land without turbulence. "Was kiddin', Lex. Lookout is important too."

[lacontroller1991]

Is She Mine? Part 2 (Negan x Wife!Reader)

Request by @scorpioempress​ : hey lovely, I was wondering if you would do part 2 to “is she mine” where negan tells reader he got rid of his wives the night she left and he begs for her forgiveness and cries telling her how sorry he is and she ask him what she did wrong to make him forget her that easy but with a happy ending where they get back together please thank you

Summary: After Negan found out he has a daughter at a new community ran by his old wife, he works with her to have visiting hours, but what happens when he suddenly doesn’t show up?

Part 1

@scorpioempress​ @lexi-anastasia​ @savior-adriana​ @negans-attagirl​

Author’s Note: Following after Rick captures Negan.

It had been going great, Negan would show up by himself with a big smile and his bat no where in site when he met up with you and his daughter, Sarah. You were slowly beginning to allow him to have more time with her and more privacy and you could tell that it was making him happy, until one day he didn't show up like normal. You waited by the gates for two hours with your daughter playing at your feet with some dolls that he had found her before eventually going back to your little hut with your now crying daughter who was wondering why he didn’t bother showing up. You tried to reassure her that maybe he had just gotten caught up with the Sanctuary but after two weeks of not showing up you were getting nervous.

“(Y/N), I really insist that you take one of us with you,” Tate spoke as you loaded a car with some food for you and Sarah to munch on while you drove to the Sanctuary.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m sure none of them will fire once they see it’s me,” you replied as he nodded and motioned for the other guards to open the gate, allowing you through.

Pulling up to the Sanctuary, you noticed that it was a lot more positive and that there were crops being grown in the front yard. Coming to a stop, you saw some of the wives standing out side tending to the growing garden with some of Negan’s workers.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Tina asked in confusion as the other wives looked at you. Getting out of the car you looked around the place.

“Negan hasn’t come to visit in the past couple of weeks, I came wondering what happened to him,” you replied, trying your best not to hold grudges against the women.

“You don’t know?” Tanya asked as you shook your head in confusion.

“Rick and his group managed to defeat Negan and his army, they have him in custody,” Tanya spoke as you tried to process what she was telling you.

“Wait, there was a war going on and I didn't know about it?”

“Not like you would know, you left, remember?” Frankie spoke up as you shot the red head a glare.

“I did what was best for me and my baby. I didn’t want to be the one of many wives Negan had anymore.”

“We aren't his anymore. He let us all go,” Tanya mentioned as you felt a faint feeling of happiness course through your veins.

“How can I see him?”

“Talk to Daryl, he’s the one who is overseeing this place now.”

“Take me to him,” you replied as she lead you up to the new man in charge.

“You’re meaning to tell me this girl is his wife?” The guy spoke as Tanya nodded while you grasped Sarah’s hand in yours.

“And that this is his kid? How the hell that happen?” He asked as you glared at him.

“It’s none of your business. Can I see him?” You asked Daryl who rose his eyebrows at you in surprise before shaking his head.

“Ya’d have to ask Rick, he’s the one holdin’ ‘im,” he spoke as you nodded, waiting for further instructions, “take this route, should take ya to Alexandria.”

“Thank you,” thanking Daryl, he nodded his head before turning back to work. Walking away from the office, you followed Tanya out of the Sanctuary and back to your car.

“You know he still cares for you,” she spoke quietly as you looked at her in confusion before she continued, “the night you left, after he found out, he let us go. He still took care of us but we didn’t have to be his wives anymore.”

“Thank you, Tanya.”

“Of course. Go get him back.”

Once you arrived to Alexandria you were in awe by how pristine it looked. You got out of the car and were greeted by guns pointed at you.

“Who are you?” One of the guards asked as you raised your arms up in the air.

“I’m (Y/N), I would like to speak to Rick.” The guards looked at each other and nodded, opening the gates. Walking through the metal fence, you were greeted with a guy who had a grey beard and short hair.

“Where did you come from?” He asked, looking between you and your daughter.

“I have a community about 20 miles west of here. You have my husband in captivity,” He looked at you as if you were crazy while you looked down, “Negan, he’s the father of my child. I just wanna see him,” you explained as he looked down as if he was deciding something.

“Alright, follow me. But he’s staying here,” the man spoke as you furrowed your brows.

“Listen, my community isn’t with the saviors. Never was and never will be. But he is my husband, let me take him back to my community and have him under supervision.”

“He killed some of my men.”

“You killed some of his. Let’s discuss a plan. After I see him.” Nodding reluctantly and leading you to a basement. Leading down the steps, he left you and Sarah alone in the dark cell.

“Negan?” You called out to him but you couldn’t see him.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” A raspy voice came from inside the cell as you struggled to hold in the tears that threatened to escape viewing the state that he was in.

“You didn’t show up, so we decided to find you,” you whispered as your daughter looked up at you.

“Mommy, why is daddy in a cell?” She asked innocently as you smiled down sadly at her.

“Daddy did some bad things,” Negan spoke quietly as you looked at him with sadness. Moving toward the cell, you placed your hands through the bars and touched his face, letting him lean into your touch.

“I miss you so much baby,” he whispered loud enough for only you to hear.

“What did I do? What did I do to make you forget me?” He looked at you with watery eyes before sighing.

“I never meant to. I don’t have an excuse but I didn’t mean to. I am so sorry. Please forgive me,” he cried as you glanced at him with pity while making up your mind.

“I do. I forgive you. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

[brckensocietyarchive]

okay, i have 15 replies queued to post over the next few days.  now, i’ve decided to drop a bunch of threads because i have minimal muse for them plus i had so much backlog and it was stressing me out, so below is the threads i’m dropping. cool? cool.

@rheannxx - reed @musesblue - starr @fallcnshcrts - micah @imperfectox - gunner @favcritesins - catalina @rosesxandxthorns - micah @trouble-inangelcity - misty @choosingtherightswords - anastasia @thetroubledmisfits - velvet/macy @bl3eding-g3ntly - addison/trini/sage @callmecatman - teddy/lexi-grace @gccdbyelovc - aura/tate&ranger @all-the-deadly-sins - reina/roxie/aurora/trini/lexi-grace/sage/teddy/aura

[movedirreparabiles]

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WHO ARE SOME MUSES I'D LIKE TO THROW AT YOURS? for @deathlyquiet

i almost replied "everyone" but here are some options: meredith: izzie stevens, lexie grey, april kepner & amelia shepherd april: shelby goodkind, lexie grey, jo wilson & izzie stevens klaus: hayley marshall, scott mccall, malia tate, eve & camilla garcia cedric: rosalie hale hermione: lydia martin & bess marvin draco: lizzie saltzman

[secrettyrant]

"I...never said that." Tate breathes out sharply, his words just fading into an exhausted whisper when he looks ahead. Her intensity is palpable, and even if Tate is always caught with his head in the clouds, he isn't clueless to her annoyance. The question from her is rhetorical. Lexi knows this, Tate knows this. Asleep Kel knows it. Even the termites in the holes of the upholstery know it. But, Tate tenses as soon as it's asked and his hand tightens around the wheel, a puff of frustration leaving him. "I don't fuckin' know, because you wanna be pissed for the sake of bein' pissed!?" he snaps but it's quiet, the annoyance in the edge of his tone instead of volume. "If I say the shit you're trying to get me to say right now, shit's gonna go crazy and I ain't...oh my God, I ain't in the mood, Lex. Cut it out." he still can't look at her, as the slight rise in his stress has his veins calling out for the usual escape. They ache with it, Tate's jaw setting when he finally looks at her but then away again. He takes a precautionary glance to Kel...still asleep...and then his eyesmove back to Lexi. "You fuckin'-" he whispers as if they share a secret but he has no idea why it feels like an intense one. "We fuckin' said it was a...what's even happening right now? You want more? Wanna wake him up?" he throws a lazy gesture to their friend. "Hey Kel, move your ass so I can get a nut. Jesus."

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She doesn't hate him. Tate is a friend. But, those lines have always blurred for her. Don't they for everyone? It's companionship in it's truest form. It's acceptance and that dances so closely to adoration. To be needed. Why is everybody so okay without it? Why does she feel guilt for the lines blurring, and then feel gutted after noticing his eyes trailing after Dani? She doesn't want him but that doesn't mean he should want someone else. His words muffle, Lexi shifting slightly in her seat to catch sight of the knocked out Kel before her eyes move back to Tate. "So, you'd rather be talking to him? Got it. Well, samesies. At least he doesn't fucking mumble." she notes under her breath, turning again to face ahead. It's easy for her to force a sarcastic chuckle at Tate's response, watching him for a moment as he churns through her comment. "Yeah?" Lexi shrugs, a confrontation hidden in her answer. "Why would I wanna punch you, Tate? You have a guilty conscience or something?" her gaze is dead set on him now. "We can treat this cute lil moment as a confessional if you want. Kel can be the Priest. You go first." she waves a hand.

[secrettyrant]

Tate isn't good at noticing foreshadowing, or considering consequences and impact from actions in the now. He can only ever revisit the past with hindsight, noticing all of the nuances when it's too late to do a thing about them. Now he can notice how he and Lexi have next to nothing in common other than a friendship that's spanned since childhood. Now he can see how desperation drove them to intimacy, without once considering the consequences if they ever see Kas again. Until now. And when she speaks, Tate is sure he can feel the bitterness in her tone toward him. A blame, almost at both of their stupidity. "I was just saying." he mutters in response, defeat slumping his shoulders. "And just tryin' to make conversation, by the way. Since-" he waves a hand to Kel in the backseat, head flopped back and mouth open as he sleeps. "He ain't much fun." Tate looks over his shoulder briefly and then back to Lexi, a blink of confusion at her statement about Dani. But also, puppy eyes? Oh, come on. "Shut up." he gripes with no bite in his tired voice. "Puppy eyes? You serious? And lost, too? Not even bad enough to be puppy eyes, they gotta be lost." he repeats her comment in a small laugh. "Are we actually good, Lex? 'cause every time I say something it's lowkey like you wanna punch me."

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Her mind isn't focused to the moment as they sit facing the gas station, shadows of movements from Bea and Dani flitting for supplies. Lexi's gaze is instead wandering the barren and snow draped landscape from her window. Barely even hearing Tate's words and only humming in disinterest as his voice disturbs her thoughts. But, she isn't thinking about anything. Just the cold, how winter feels lonely and lost. They all feel lonely and lost, in her opinion. Are her sisters, too? "No one's here, Tate. They're good." Lexi replies to him, fingers now tapping against the fogged glass of the window and lazily drawing in little x's and a heart. But he still continues, peeling Lexi's attention from the shapes to look at him. He's always inhabited a unique personality but Lexi remembers vague memories of Tate being far more vibrant than the wolf he is now. Just as she thought, they're all lost and lonely. And have been for a long time. "Yeah? You think? Wanna go ask them?" she responds in a small tease but her grin falters at his next words. It grows again but into a forced smile, Lexi looking to the tap he gives to her leg and back to Tate's face. "Ha, that wasn't fucking funny but okay." she mumbles with a patronizing calm all at once. "If you wanna run around in the cold to feel useful, no one's stopping you. I bet Dani isn't sick of your little lost puppy eyes yet."

[dxrkenedheights]

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Her mind isn't focused to the moment as they sit facing the gas station, shadows of movements from Bea and Dani flitting for supplies. Lexi's gaze is instead wandering the barren and snow draped landscape from her window. Barely even hearing Tate's words and only humming in disinterest as his voice disturbs her thoughts. But, she isn't thinking about anything. Just the cold, how winter feels lonely and lost. They all feel lonely and lost, in her opinion. Are her sisters, too? "No one's here, Tate. They're good." Lexi replies to him, fingers now tapping against the fogged glass of the window and lazily drawing in little x's and a heart. But he still continues, peeling Lexi's attention from the shapes to look at him. He's always inhabited a unique personality but Lexi remembers vague memories of Tate being far more vibrant than the wolf he is now. Just as she thought, they're all lost and lonely. And have been for a long time. "Yeah? You think? Wanna go ask them?" she responds in a small tease but her grin falters at his next words. It grows again but into a forced smile, Lexi looking to the tap he gives to her leg and back to Tate's face. "Ha, that wasn't fucking funny but okay." she mumbles with a patronizing calm all at once. "If you wanna run around in the cold to feel useful, no one's stopping you. I bet Dani isn't sick of your little lost puppy eyes yet."

closed starter, margo's car somewhere in canada tate and lexi @dxrkenedheights

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"It's been a while." Tate drawls, his words weaving through the air like wisps of smoke from a spent joint. It's been years since he had one, but he swears he still smells of the stuff. His eyes fix to the gas station, watching the flicker of movement from the others moving through it. His gaze darts next to the rearview mirror, half-expecting the flashing lights of authority to shatter the tranquility of the moment. It's just a deserted road, a nothingness. But he could swear he sensed something. His hand moves to rest against the steering reel, a subtle tremor twitching his fingers. Not from fear or anxiety but a greed. His whole body tired because of how greedy the feeling is that burns his veins. Even when he's quiet, even when he's calm, his heart always feels like it was made to be prey. "They must've found something good." he mutters, his voice a lazy murmur tinged with the edge of apprehension. With a languid movement his hand drops to the shift so he can start the engine and ease the car closer to the gas station. "Think they said to stay here because we fuck everything up?" now he can look at Lexi in the passenger seat, and finally a grin moves over Tate's lips. Tired, calmly confident which always contradicts him. But his laugh emits just as a sigh, his hand knocking to Lexi's leg as he predicts his joke to not land without turbulence. "Was kiddin', Lex. Lookout is important too."