#thank you uncle rick. for everything

[seleneprince]

How come these two kids managed to show a genuine, believable chemistry from their very first interaction that makes me squeal when they have dialogues while two grown actors couldn't give me even a crumb of it in two freaking movies?

And mind you, these are kids, 12-14 years old. They can't display the same level of romanticism or attraction that two adults can on tv, but they still seem cuter and more heartfelt without any of it. Just their playful bantering, gestures and some eyes here and there. And they fucking nailed it.

#percy “i'm not arguing with someone who has big brown eyes. whatever you say beautiful” jackson

1.06 | PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"My everything." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

A sleepless night after your and Daryl's baby was born.

A/N: Just a cheesy imagine hehe sometimes I like to imagine a soft dad!Daryl. I wrote this imagine for my Tom Holland page, so if you ever find it, you know why. Sorry if you see any grammatical errors. Hope you like it! Thank u.

Marley Rose Dixon was one month old now.

She was born in a warm room full of candles, in a blissful and foggy night in which the world of her mother and father was painted with beautiful colors again after walking in a grey world for so long, announcing her arrival with a loud cry that showed her freedom and her desire to live until the doctor (luckily, there was a few in Alexandria) placed her on your chest for the first time.

Marley was named after Daryl's older brother, and you didn't mind because despite everything, you knew how much he loved his brother. At first, the news wasn't easy for either of you two to take in (the option of abortion was considered at length), but the thought of a baby gave you both the hope that something better and more beautiful could come, too. And boy, it did.

Right there, the moment she was born, her blue eyes — identical to her father's — sparkled with the glow of two small diamonds, treasures hidden behind her long lashes from the first time she opened her eyes and gazed, serenely, at her parents, and the new world around her, a better world you two were trying to build for her.

But from that moment on, she cried, cried and cried from time to time.

At 2:54 am, Alexandria is submerged in a cozy dream far from the fear and death, unlike you, and it seems unreachable for you as you walk through your dark room taking soft steps and soft bounces, holding in your arms a small human being created from a great love and blah, blah, blah, other nonsense things you used to believe before being deprived of such a necessary resource, for your sanity and mental health (you didn't sleep much before her, and Daryl even less, but still), But you chuckle, numb from lack of sleep, tired, but at peace with yourself as her little head lies on your right arm and your left hand gently caresses her back, wrapped comfortably in a white blanket with pictures of little elephants, just like the pillow in the shape of the same animal that Uncle Rick found for her during a run.

You love her, you are crazy about her, even if days became difficult and nights were exhausting, (even with the monumental help Carol and the rest of the family gave you), but all the reward is in being able to hold her in your arms, warm and safe. Daryl calls her his angel, his princess, and at the time, it is an appropriate nickname for someone who cries to make her demands heard.

You chuckle, again.

"Is she tellin’ ya a good joke?" Daryl walks into the room, holding a bottle of warm milk in his hand.

You and Carol taught him how to do it, and now, he is an expert. His brown hair is tousled, but it usually is so no one could tell the difference, eyes tired from lack of sleep, shirtless and in gray loose sweatpants he refused to wear at first.

“15 minutes to make the milk? I was starting to get worried actually." You raise an eyebrow, speaking softly. "Why did you take so long? The milk is in the kitchen, not in another country."

"Sorry, sweetheart." Daryl apologizes as he hands you the bottle, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch his daughter stop crying the moment she feels the bottle against her pretty pink lips. "I closed ma eyes and jus' fell asleep for a minute."

You frown, continuing to stroke Marley's back.

"In a chair? On the counter?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl's head falls until he almost hits his chest with his own chin, waking up from his light sleep before looking back at you. It's still funny to you how easy it was for him to go without sleep all those years, but after a month with Marley, Daryl considered killing walkers an easier task.

"What? No. Standin’. Didn't know that was even possible."

You shake your head gently, looking away to your baby who is enjoying a meal at 3 in the morning, resting peacefully, just like a princess, in your arms with eyes closed, body relaxed, arms outstretched to pretend to hold the bottle in your hand.

“Even dad can get a nap; you sleep whenever you feel like it… so, where is mom's nap? I mean, I've slept an hour every night since you were born, the room is a mess like us, and my breasts hurt too much."

Daryl chuckles.

"Can't help ya with that, darling. In fact, I think that's exactly what got us into this mess."

"What?"

"Yer boobs." Daryl babbles, smiling wearily, eyes closed as he falls against the edge of the bed, only to stop holding his own weight when he can no longer bear it. “Yer incredible, amazing boobs. They’re amazing and I love ‘em so much, but they were the temptation that brought us… this beautiful gift."

You shrug your shoulders, agreeing with him.

"They are amazing, and she is beautiful when she doesn't cry.”

"That's when I love ‘er the most." Daryl answers, and a second later, you both chuckle in unison.

“Although, it was kind of your fault for wanting to do it without a condom, you horny bastard.”

Daryl chuckles, and because he wasn't used to doing that before you, that tiny sound is endearing.

“Ya regret it?”

"Never." You say with confidence, because you know that he did not regret the decision either. You laugh quietly, after a while. “But… you know what I was thinking?”

“Um?”

“That this would be a good time to save money so she can go to a good college.” You joke. But Daryl wasn't used to making jokes, so with the help of the moonlight coming through the window, fighting the darkness of the room, he raises himself slightly to look you in the eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. “Jesus, I’m just kidding.”

Daryl chuckles, falling on the bed again, one arm over his eyes.

“Ya think is a good idea if we teach her how to kill walkers when she gets older? Marley could be the new little ass kicker.”

You smile to yourself, because for some reason, your daughter's name on his lips is like sweet honey. And, although you wanted to protect her from that world, the rules had changed, and in order to survive, she was going to have to learn to take care of herself too. Fortunately, it was still too early to think about that.

So, asleep again, you leave Marley in her crib near the bed before returning to it, laying down next to Daryl as he rolls over onto his left side, taking advantage of the time that you still have until the baby wakes up again, just to repeat the cycle you have been living in since Marley was born.

But life still feels good despite the fatigue and the occasional physical pain, because she was everything you never imagined you could have, not in that world, and she, more beautiful than you had ever dreamed of during the wait.

"Thanks, peach." Daryl whispers, so close to you that you can feel his nose against yours, his hand caressing your waist over your shirt, but you're so tired that it takes you a few seconds to gather your strength to respond.

"Why?"

"For our baby, for lovin’ me, for givin’ me a home. Ya two are ma everythin'."

You smiled, sighing.

"You're welcome, love. We are very, very lucky to have you." You say, taking a breath to answer as you look at him: eyes closed, body finally relaxed after having her on his chest most of the day. He is a good dad, the best. "But still, the next turn is yours alone."

Daryl, amused, looks blindly for the warmth of your body to pull you against him, tickling you slightly and that have you both smiling softly despite the absolute exhaustion, a few seconds before you both can fall into a deep sleep, finally.

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * love grows (where my rosemary goes)

warnings: implied nudity, sex jokes, most quotes are direct from the tower of nero so credits go to uncle rick!! pairing: apollo x goddess! daughter of aphrodite and ares

two weeks. if you counted the time he was gone it would have been more but he was alive then. now he lay silently… and you anxiously wait. artemis places her hand over your free one in comfort

“he will wake up soon”

it was utterly ridiculous. you were a goddess, an immortal goddess yet you still worried about the waking of your also immortal husband. regardless the tears brewing in your eyes, threatening to pool out

“why don’t you grab a snack? take your mind off things”

“no,” you shake your head “I need to stay here”

the hunter goddess sighs and stands, patting your shoulder. “well, I will get you something”

the silence returns to the room. you look around at your surroundings (that you had got quite comfortable with over the past two weeks), a white marble chamber, a columned terrace with a beautiful view of olympus and the intoxicating scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. it was something you grew to hate and yet love. you hated it here because all you could do was sit in sorrow and wait for your beloved to wake from his two week slumber. but you loved it. you spent every day, every night here and you despised it

you sigh and look up to the renaissance painting adorned ceiling. you nearly shed another tear but a squeeze to your right hand stops you. or it leads all the tears to pool out. that’s a story for another time. you snap your head back down to where your husband lays— you see him stirring and his eyes flutter open. you don’t know what to do first; to cry, to scream, to hit him, or hug him. apollo chooses the third option for you. then the both of you break into a sob, holding each other tightly like maybe if you let go one of you would disappear into thin air

“you are such an idiot” you breathe out and you hear the sun god laugh in response— it made you realize how dearly you had missed the melodic laugh of his. or how every room he would walk into would be taken over by melodies instantly, every sound now a beautiful composed tone to it. reluctantly you took a last whiff of his scent and pulled back, yet still unwilling to let your hands leave his.

“how long?”

“what do you mean?”

“how long was I out? what century is it?”

you processed this question. maybe because you wanted to laugh but that would’ve had to stay as something only you knew

“since you fought python, only two weeks have passed”

you expected many different reactions after this statement but the one that hadn’t dared cross your mind was the chosen surprise. apollo jumps up from the couch and throws the sheet to the side, standing fully nude before you. your cheeks redden and you studiously admire the ceiling once again

“what about my friends? they’ll think I’m dead!”

“your sister sent clear omens of your success. they know you’re back on olympus. now would you please put clothing on?”

you hear apollo’s euphonious laugh again. “nothing you haven’t seen before”

“apollo!” you warn. and just as you asked you can feel a breeze from his wishing clothes onto himself. you return your head back down before standing up with a wide smile “thank you”

apollo wraps one arm around your waist, the other hand going to brush your pink cheek before placing a kiss to it. “you’re happy”

“you’re awake”

he places a kiss to your lips now. slowly and un-rushed. but everything good comes to an end eventually

he doesn’t go far, lips still brushing against yours as he speaks, “am I need somewhere?”

“yes,” you frown “but do you think you could stay here a bit?”

“as long as you want”

[trolliworms]

I’m finally gonna make my post about the pjo show, spoilers if you haven’t seen it

I loved it so so much, so I’m just going to list some of my favorite things

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!”

Literally just everything about Sally she was such a queen I love her

“You burn what you’ll miss most.” And then he burns his blue jellybeans to talk to his mom instead of his dad, who’s an actual god.

“I finally have some real friends here. I think they really like me.” Percy, are you trying to make me cry?

“Not you sunshine, you’re with me.”

Flossing Percy, his smile when he pet the lizard, that whole scene was just perfect. I love Walker so much he’s so perfect.

“You fell in love with God? Like, Jesus?”

Luke. Just Luke omg. “She’s my little sister.” The way you can tell how much he despises the gods. The way he’s looking out for Percy. The way you know how he’s going to betray him in the end 😭😭😭. Also why did they have to make him so fine?

Annabeth was perfect, no complaints. “I’m sorry.” Then pushes him into water lmao. I feel like I can feel everything she’s thinking, Leah did such a good job.

Grover was perfect, too. I really liked how he told Percy his mom wasn’t actually dead, even though he might have gotten in trouble for it. A+++

Clarisse’s scream when her staff breaks, the absolute despair in her face. You just know that staff meant the world to her because it was a gift from her dad, I honestly felt really bad for her when that happened.

But Percy in that fight scene? He was such a beast like omg. I feel like in his pov in the books you don’t realize how good a fighter he is, but now we can see him kick butt without looking through his goofball lenses. I especially liked during that scene when Clarisse looks at her friend, and you can just see them exchange a really confused look because they expected him to suck lol.

The way they explained quests through Mr. D wanting alcohol and tricking Percy? It was played off as a joke but that is like genius writing. You get quests explained, it characterizes Percy, Grover, and Mr. D a little more, and it’s a goofy little joke.

Uncle Rick’s cameo!!! In the office scene!!! When I saw him I literally screamed at my friend, “THERES UNCLE RICK! IN A CHAIR!” lol

Bonus: the credits are so pretty 😭 I love them

Thank you for reading friends! Go watch the show if you haven’t!!! <333

[riordanness]

rick riordan/the riordanverse fandom — thanK you aIMee

uncle rick, thank you so much for everything. i wouldn’t be who i am today if it wasn’t for your books. i probably wouldn’t even be here. so thank you for choosing to write that first little sentence… “look, i didn’t want to be a half-blood.” it means so much to me, to your fans, to the world. you are the best 💙🗽

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter eight

close to home | chapter eight

plot: the reader discovers that life in the prison wasn't exactly what she expected. With new threats daily, she has to prove herself once again to the group and win Rick's approval. but trouble stirs when the governor attacks.

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,765 Warnings: violence, blood, character death A/N: thanks for reading!

The silence that stretched after the attack seemed to last forever, despite the noise of the baby crying endlessly and Carl crying in his cell. Beth was too young to do anything, and your uncle was just as lost as you were. So you did everything in your power to keep things moving. If things stopped, you died. 

You worked with Glenn to make sure Beth and your uncle had a gun on them and locked Carl inside the cell for the time being. Tora went with him, and when you walked by, she offered him every bit of comfort he desperately needed. Oscar and Axel were sent outside to stand watch, and you helped Glenn make sure the place was on total lockdown. 

Still, it only filled a short amount of time. And the seconds ticked away like hours. You tried to stay busy, making a meal from dried oats and the last of dried meat. Your uncle and Beth joined you to eat, and you left a bowl by Carl’s door. 

Glenn returned from looking for RIck grim and with a shake of his head, disappeared into his cell. That was when the baby started crying. The wails echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and piercing your skull. 

You rocked the baby back and forth, trying to shush her. 

“She’s hungry,” Beth said sadly, “They’ll be back soon. They have to be.”

Eventually, they were, though it took longer than anyone would like. Soon enough, Daryl was feeding the baby, and you sat at the table with exhaustion that seemed like it’d never settle. You only wanted to curl up in your bed and sleep until the sun exploded. 

“You did good,” Daryl said quietly, not to disturb the baby. You were mixing another bottle to be ready when she woke. “In the courtyard, keeping everyone safe. Rick saw that. Everyone saw that.”

“I just did what needed to be done,” You said, setting the bottle down. The image of T-Dog, a man you’d hardly spoken to, being bit filled your head. “Should’ve done more,” you said. 

“The way I see it… could’ve been a lot worse,” Daryl said. “They see you now. Like I do.” 

You didn’t say anything else but nodded when your eyes met. The baby started fussing again, and he took the other bottle. “You should go rest. You look like shit.” He said. 

You scoffed and stood up, “You’re one to talk. Besides, I don’t think Carl’s eaten, and neither have you or Maggie.” 

Preparing them dinner was quick and easy. Once finished, you set a small bowl of canned soup next to Daryl and took another to Glenn and Maggie. You knocked softly on the outside of the door and peeked in. The two of them were sitting on the bed, whispering. When your cousin saw you, she smiled and nodded her head. 

“Brought you some food,” You said, “It’s not much.”

“Thanks for your help today, (Y/N),” Glenn said, “Sorry you had such a rough day,” 

You smiled lightly and gave them a quick nod before leaving them. Your bed called to you, and with the sun having already set, you knew you should sleep. But instead of heading towards your bed, you walked back into the main room. Daryl was still feeding the baby, but Carl had joined him. Tora was sitting on the table and chirped when she saw you. You gave her a good rub as you sat down with them. 

“I like the cat,” Carl said quietly, softly petting the cat's back end.

You looked at him sweetly, your heart breaking for the poor boy. “She likes you, too, Carl.”

***

The next day was strenuous, but Rick started to come around. You understood the pain in his heart, the desperation of nothingness and blame. You understood it too well but didn’t have the words to express it. Nor did you believe you should. You’ve barely been accepted into the group, and Rick scared you. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing. 

But, when he saw you sitting with Carl, the baby in your arms and Tora in Carl’s lap, he squeezed your shoulder and handed up a water bottle. You felt it then that he accepted you. You finally felt a relief you hadn’t since you arrived at the prison, and you felt like you could relax. 

Glenn and Maggie had left on a supply run in the early morning, leaving you with the other survivors. Daryl had found Carol earlier, and after a quick check, you let her rest with the instruction to drink water. It had been a few hours since then, and you and Beth were tending to the baby when the front door opened, and you heard someone yelling for you and your uncle. 

When you walked into the front room, your eyes widened at the woman he was trying to get under control. 

“Who is this?”

Your question was ignored as the woman put up a fight, and you looked at your uncle to try and get an idea of what to do. You’d never seen the group with a new person, and you were worried about how this would go. 

Luckily, after Rick greeted Carol, he helped get the woman up on her feet, and the interrogation began. You stood with your uncle and listened intently, grimacing when Rick hurt her to get some answers. As much as you hated to admit it, when you heard that Glenn and Maggie were taken, you thought it was worth it. 

Anxiety bubbled up in you again, and your fingers started to itch. A discussion broke out over what to do, with Daryl ready to roll out of there any second. But the woman, Michonne, needed to be patched up first. Your uncle watched over you as you stitched her up and set the wound. 

Once it was finished, you approached Rick. He was in the middle of packing a gear bag. “I want to go with you,” You said. 

“No,” 

“I can help. You saw me with those dead ones, and I’m a good shot,” You argued. “She’s my cousin. I have to go,”

He zipped up the bag and set it over his shoulder, “It’s not that, (Y/N). I saw how you handled them, and I believe you’re a good shot. But I need someone here to help Hershel. I don't have much faith in Axel, and I need Daryl with me. I need you here to watch over them.”

His words surprised you, and you couldn’t help the shock of it cross your face. Rick chuckled. “I know. But you’ve proven yourself the past two days. Daryl was right about you. I need someone here.” He offered a set of keys to you.

As much as you wish you could fight it, you came here alone and decided to join a group. You wanted to stay with them, and that meant listening to Rick. You finally nodded and took the keys. “Okay. Just bring them home.”

***

The next few days were a blur for you. First Carl brought in a small group of new people, and both you and your uncle thought they were okay, but you didn’t dare voice too much of an opinion. You may have earned your place, but you still didn’t feel like you had a plate at the table. And you didn’t want the responsibility of telling Rick when he got back. 

Which happened sooner than you thought. Your cousin and her boyfriend returned safely, but Daryl didn’t. He had gone off with his brother, and though you were slightly disappointed to see the man responsible for bringing you here go, you understood why he left. You would’ve done the same thing if it were your family. 

And then Rick seemed to have some sort of panic episode and chased away the new people. You stayed hidden in your cell, scared he might send you away in his mental breakout. But he didn’t even notice you and the few psychological courses you took in school told you that he was deeply grieving his wife, and the stress of the world was getting to him. 

So you went through the motions and followed what everyone else did. With newcomer Michonne being carefully watched, and with Maggie in a state of disarray--despite your efforts to talk to her--Glenn decided that you were the next best person to help him and Carl get some of the prison hallways under control. 

You were just sitting down outside, taking a well-deserved break, when a single gunshot echoed around the courtyard. Your eyes widened, and you jumped down just as more bullets started flying. 

“Carl, Beth!” You yelled. They had managed to get behind a set of seats, and Carl was firing back in the direction the attack came from. Your stomach coiled into anxiety as you looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. 

“(Y/N)!” You looked back to see Maggie running, carrying two automatic rifles. You met her halfway and ducked behind metal cabinets as bullets started flying again. 

You followed Maggie’s lead and covered Carol as she ran for safety. The man in the tower was hard to reach, and you were quickly emptying your clip. 

When the shooting stopped, it took you a few seconds to realize why. The sound of a truck plowing through the front gates caught everyone’s attention, and your stomach dropped when you remembered seeing your uncle down in the meadow. 

Then the truck gates opened, and walkers flooded into the yard. 

“Fuck,” You cursed quietly as the shooting started again, “We have to get to Uncle Hershel!” You yelled to Maggie. She was breathing heavily and looked as shocked as you must. 

The gunshots started slowing down, and then finally, they stopped, and you and your cousins ran to the gate to get to your uncle. Your shoulder was starting to ache from the kickback, but when you saw Glenn’s truck drive through the gates and head toward Hershel, you breathed a sigh of relief. You and Maggie covered them while Glenn grabbed your uncle and Michonne. 

Carl locked the gate behind the truck, and you all greeted Hershel with deep relief. It was short-lived, though, because now the meadow was full of walkers.

[writingmia]

i really liked your pjo headcannons post. i thought it was interesting, since most people always put physical touch as some of the main ll for the characters, esp leo n percy. do u have any other headcanons for either of them? it can be generic things, like what they would do with a s/o, or it can be weird shit idc? i swear ive read lit every single post to exist on tumblr n i need more

Oh my god thank you so much! This is so sweet. I'm surprised my first ever post is doing as well as it is. I expected to pass as pretty unnoticed in the beginning. I do have a lot of headcanons for the characters, but I'm going to do Leo in this one since he's my absolute favourite

Note: I haven't read the HOO books in a while, but I just finished my reread of PJO, so if any 'headcanon' is actually canon, please just pretend that I'm Uncle Rick himself.

Warnings: none

Leo Valdez Headcanons - loves sweet&spicy. If that's an option in the menu at the restaurant he went to, he will absolutely get it. He's kind of obsessed with it to the point where one might get worried about his taste buds

- if he had to choose between sweet and sour, he would absolutely pick sweet any day. That's not really the best considering he's very ADHD, even for a demigod and his intake of sugar doesn't really help much, but he just loves sweet. He doesn't care if it's chocolate-type sweet or sugar-sweet, he just likes it. You can bet that when he comes out of Bunker 9 after a long day, his tongue would be all types of colours because his 'meal' for the day was whatever candy was in his stash of sweets

- now if you made the choice between sweet, sour and spicy, he would struggle to pick

- he hates coffee. he's simply not a coffee guy. he thinks it tastes nasty, since we established he loves anything sweet and coffee is definitely not sweet. and he doesn't need it anyway, he's hyper as is. if anything, coffee makes him more tired

- i feel like he would get pretty into anime if he tried watching it. from the trending shonen, chainsaw man would be his fave, but in general he would be such a fan of one piece imo. he is that person who has unironically watched the whole thing like three times - he feels guilty when he isn't doing something productive since he feels this need to constantly be creating something, but he also loves to just get distracted by something and do his own thing for hours, even if there's no 'productive' outcome. so he 'wastes' his time and feels guilty the entire time, but the enjoyment he gets out of it evens out the guilt (what do you mean i'm not projecting on my favourite character... at all...)

- secretly a good singer. piper once caught him singing in the shower and then dragged him out and forced him to sing out loud because she was not expecting such an angelic voice to come out of him

- his go to karaoke song is 'cake by the ocean' by dnce

- i feel like he would learn how to play the guitar and he will be shockingly good at it. like he learns a song so fast and because his fingers are always doing something and tinkering with things, this is the perfect way for him to get his energy out while also having lots of fun

- i also feel like he would purposefully not tell anyone he learned the guitar and one day he just whips out this new talent of his and everyone's like '????'

- honestly, leo is just good at everything. if he wasn't a hephaestus kid, he would be a son of hermes, because he is such a jack of all trades. he is incredibly intelligent (which is canon, btw, and if it's not yes it fucking is have you seen the guy, he is borderline as smart as Annabeth, if not smarter, just in another flavour), but also anything he attempts to do, he succeeds in. he can draw, he can play the guitar, he can sing, he absolutely is a great dancer. you would expect he sucks at cooking but nope, there he goes, making a gourmet meal like it's nothing. he isn't much of a fighter, but if he needs to hold his ground, he can. he's just so versatile, you can barely catch him off guard with something he can't master in a few hours

I fucking love Leo, can you notice this from my post?? Anyway, I got too lazy to edit this after I wrote it, so if it's not grammatically perfect or things don't make sense, apologies and please let me know. I will post more headcanons because I frankly have too many. And a lot of AU ideas. I'm preparing one rn actually so... stay tuned? Maybe follow if you're interested in seeing more shit by me. - mia

[carabalism]

family

pairing daryl dixon x teen!reader platonic

synopsis y/n had toughened up very quickly. whether that was purely survival instincts, or the result of her brother’s abuse, she was much tougher since the start of everything.

warning(s) verbal abuse, physical abuse, reader is shane’s sister - aged around 16-18

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shane audibly laughed at her weak attempt of standing up to him, a cruel smile flashing across his face, “really? that what you think?”

“she’s fine..” y/n muttered.

shane grabbed her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks together more aggressively than he should, “you listen t’me and you listen good, whatever rick says you listen to me, you listen to just me, y’understand?”

y/n struggled in his hold, which visibly upset him. he pushed her down to the grown forcefully and struck her face with the back of his hand, “you think that hurts, just wait until you see what’s out there! you gotta wake up, y’hear me?!”

when y/n let out a sob instead of responding to him, he crouched down and grabbed her by the face again. his voice was quieter this time, but more intimidating, “i asked you a question, answer me.”

“y-yes, i understand,” her speech was muffled, but she got her words across.

“i don’t want to hurt ‘ya, okay? but you gotta listen to me, i’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.” y/n wanted to cower away from the intensity of his stare, but she nodded dumbly hoping it would placate him.

“good.” shane finally let her go, nodding to himself before rubbing the back of his shaven head, “good.”

y/n jumped up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest. it took her a few moments to realise where she was and to realise she wasn’t in any danger. a sigh of relief escaped her lips, her grip loosening on the knife under her pillow, but not completely letting go.

the loss of her brother had truly shaken y/n to her core as well as the revelation that rick was the one to do it. she could still remember a time when she called rick ‘uncle rick’ and times where the grimes family had shane and her over for dinners. it would never come out her mouth, but she almost felt relieved that he was dead. he wasn’t the same as he was before, the world changed for the worst as did he. they all knew it, y/n knew it too.

he haunts her dreams often.

the more time y/n spent in the world, the more the daunting realisation that shane was actually right came upon her. he may have been losing it, but he was right. she had to fight if she wanted to make it in the world, she couldn’t depend on anyone else to protect her. sophia had done it and that did her no favours.

“y’okay?” y/n’s vision snapped to the front of her cell, where daryl had leant on the doorway. her grip tightened on the knife, but only for a moment before she realised daryl was not a threat to her.

“fine.” y/n muttered, letting her grip finally loosen on the knife. she slipped it back under her pillow and rested her hands on her legs.

“heard ya get up… wanted to check if y’er a’right.” daryl’s eyes focused on the ground, but his words were genuine.

“i’m fine,” y/n nodded, “bad dream s’all.”

daryl grunted in response, nodding in understanding, “i get it.”

“thanks for checkin’.” y/n anxiously fidgeted with her hands. she knew daryl, along with the group were well aware of shane’s less than favourable treatment of her towards the end of his life.

“my brother.. he was the same..” daryl looked at y/n’s eyes briefly, “my dad too.. but i get how y’feel ‘bout shane… he’s blood, ain’t nothin’ that can change that.”

“he used to be great,” y/n sighed, allowing her mind to reach back into a time before walkers roamed around, “he’s always had his moments of being a total asshole, but he always cared… ‘bout me.. would’ve never laid a hand of me if it weren’t for trying to keep me alive.”

“it ain’t ‘bout keepin’ you alive,” daryl paused, unsure if he should speak on the subject, “he laid hands on ya, ‘cause he weren’t all there.”

y/n frowned, “i know.”

“most i’ve heard you talk in a while,” daryl decided to change the subject. he was no stranger to the uncomfortableness that came with the confrontation of abuse. he’d go through the worst times in his life all over again than open up to anyone about it.

“rich comin’ from you, ain’t it?” a small smile spread across y/n’s lips.

daryl scoffed, a grin on his face, “don’t have to be a smartass.”

y/n chuckled, it was quiet, but daryl could hear it. it had been a while since he saw the young girl smile, even laugh at something. it was refreshing to see that she still had it in her to be youthful.

“rick uh… he’s awful sorry ‘bout your brother,” daryl pursed his lips, figuring out the right words to say, “he ain’t send me here, don’t worry… but.. i can tell.”

y/n exhaled a long breath, “it wasn’t his fault, i knew it was going to happen sooner or later anyways… he was cracking, the fear was breakin’ him down.”

daryl grunted in acknowledgement. it was an undeniable fact that shane has cracked. daryl tried to pinpoint a time where it might have happened, but it was hard to say. he was almost always the way he was, but somehow at the end practically unrecognisable.

“he might’ve been an asshole, but he was family,” y/n’s voice shook, “now my family is gone.”

daryl shook his head, “no. y’er family is here. rick, carl, glenn, hershel… they’re family now.”

y/n flashed him a sad smile, he knew that was his way of saying the two were family, but being too introverted to dare to say it out loud, “you don’t think the others hate me?”

daryl’s face scrunched up in confusion, “why’d you even think that?”

y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek, “everyone hated shane… what if they’re lookin’ at me like i’ll end up like him.”

daryl scoffed, shaking his head, “don’ think like that, they ain’t even considered tha’.”

y/n frowned, “how can you be sure?”

“merle was a bigger prick than shane,” daryl rolled his eyes, colourful memories of merle flashing through his mind, “th’people here don’t care ‘bout who y’er related to, they care ‘bout who y’are.”

y/n smiled, trying to blink away the tears that came whenever she thought of her brother, “didn’t take you for a public speaker.”

“shut up,” daryl scoffed, but a small smile sat across his lips, “y’gonna be okay?”

“mhm,” y/n nodded, tucking herself under a sheet, “thank you, daryl.”

he nodded and uttered out a ���you’re welcome’. he stood at the cell door for a few seconds before leaving back to his perch. she was a good kid, no matter if she saw it or not. the group knew she was, she had proved it to them several times. daryl and carol had always kept an eye out for her, especially whilst her brother was nearing his end.

[queerweirdness]

CW: mention of addiction

When Eddie got out of the hospital after being practically eaten by bats, he and Steve had started dating. It was going perfectly, the group had accepted them with open arms, Wayne was happy for them, and they had Steve’s entire house to themselves when they wanted it. It was going a little too perfectly for Eddie. He had been raised in poverty, with an abusive dad who gave him one hell of an addiction gene, and then moved in with his uncle, still in poverty but treated better. He wasn’t used to nice things and getting what he wanted. Steve was so nice and gave him whatever he wanted, despite Eddie’s protests.

He’s been out of the hospital for about two months now, his name has been cleared and his wounds have healed enough for him to move around. One of the first stops he made after being able to move again was to Rick’s, to get more supplies so he could keep dealing, after all, the money the government had given them was almost gone after buying a new trailer, new furniture, and new clothes. They had lost everything when the town split, so they had to repurchase everything. They only had a few hundred dollars left after everything was all said and done. He had to start selling again, it was his way of income. Wayne still had the job at the plant, one of the only things that didn’t get destroyed.

Rick had given him some stuff to sell to get himself back in business, and he was eternally thankful. He may have had to upcharge people, but he was getting the money. Eddie had forcefully gotten clean during his stay at the hospital. He hadn’t done anything other than smoke weed in the two months he's been out. That didn’t mean he was going to stop selling. Selling kept the lights on, the water working, and the trailer cooled against the summer heat. He couldn’t stop just because he stopped using.

Things with Steve were perfect, until he found out he was selling again. He tried to hide it at first, worried Steve would think he was using again, but it was kind of hard when the man was attached to his hip. He had come home from a dnd session one day to Steve sitting on his bed, looking pissed. “Is everything okay baby? You seem upset.” Eddie thought maybe he had a bad day at work, or his head was hurting again, never expecting the answer he got. “Eddie. Why is there ketamine in your closet? I thought you were clean. Did you lie to me?” Oh shit. “Baby I promise I'm clean. I’ve been dealing again. I started back up two weeks ago. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to avoid this. Trying to avoid you thinking I was using. I’m clean, I swear. I just sell them.” Steve visibly softened at that. “I’m glad you're clean, but why are you selling? After what happened?” Eddie took a deep breath. “What happened to Chrissy was not my fault. She was going to die anyway. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know that. I have to sell Steve. I don't have a choice.” 

Steve looked pissed again. “No, it wasn’t your fault. But you have a choice. You don’t have to do this. Tell Rick that your deal is off. I don’t want you selling anymore. It is dangerous. Not only are you tempting yourself but what if someone hurts you? Or you see someone OD? What then?” Eddie scoffs “It’s not your choice. Rick isn't forcing me to sell for him. In fact, he tried to get me to stop selling when he found out I was clean. I’ve been selling since I was 12 Steve. You think I don't carry a knife?” Eddie carefully avoids the OD question. Steve knows that his mom died, but not how. He doesn’t know that Eddie watched her OD on their couch at the ripe age of 6. “What if someone has a gun?” “Then they get what they want. I’m smart enough to know whoever has the gun gets what they want.” “And if you see someone OD? What then?” Eddie scoffs. “Then I will call an ambulance and hightail it out of there. I’m not dumb Steve. And I'm not a child. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

“You’re acting like one. Why are you selling if you don’t have to? Do you really want the extra cash that bad?” That struck a nerve. “What extra cash Steve?! My money goes to the bills! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don't exactly have nice things! I can’t afford them. And if I don't sell, we don't eat!” “Eddie. Calm down.” “Do not fucking tell me to calm down! Not everybody has a fucking trust fund Steve! Some of us barely eat!” “Wayne works a bunch of overtime at the plant. Where does all that money go?” “To the bills! He makes just over minimum wage! He has to feed me and himself, and now often you! He has to keep the lights on, the water on, the AC on! He can't do it by himself! You think I want to sell?! You think I want to help people ruin their lives?! Nobody wants to do this! But I have to. I don't have another choice. Eddie can feel the tears running down his face, the anger rising in his throat. “I don’t understand.” “No, you don't, and I'm so glad you don’t. But that's the thing. You’ve never had to live the way I have, so you don’t get to judge me for how I survive. I’m poor Steve. I’m just trying to survive.” 

“Okay. Okay. Just sit down and talk to me, yeah?” “Okay. I'm sorry for yelling, it's just that I've done this for so long. I know how to be safe. And I don't have a choice. I have to do this to pay the bills.” “Okay, you have to do this to earn money. Now, I mean this as nicely as possible but it's gonna come off kind of rude. Why not just get a job?” “Holy shit. You really don’t get it do you? My dad made a name for himself, and apparently for me. I was already on the rocks for just who my dad was, then I went and topped it off by getting accused of murder. Would you hire me? I tried to get a job. Nobody would hire me.” “Okay, yeah I forgot about your dad and the murder thing only made it worse. I get why you have to deal. Just, be safe. Please. And talk to me if you think about using again. I promise I'm here for you even if I never went through it.” “I know stevie, and thank you. I promise I'm being as safe as I can be. It;s not like I'm gonna get arrested. The chief of police basically adopted me.” “Fair point. Now come here. I hate fighting.”

Turns out things are still perfect with Steve, that was just a slight hiccup.

[thebluemoonjune]

Living- Richonne Oneshot

Summary:

A Richonne Oneshot... Rick comes back from a one-week run and the Grimes family prepares dinner together, causing Rick to think about life and be thankful. All the Grimes kids are alive... Negan-free world.

Alexandria. Rick was finally home, and all he could do was grin from ear to ear at his goal, which had become a reality. After a week of running on the road, gathering supplies, he was ready to see his wife and children again. Could you blame him?

Gazing up, he noticed a dazzling white spot on the edge of the cloud, like a turning page catching the sun. The remainder was dove grey with a delicate tint of purple, just enough to signal the impending sunset, with a flourish of romantic flair imparted by flowers crimson and gold, setting on Alexandria. Rick paused before entering his house, in awe of the scene. Coming home to one's family in this damaged world was a fantasy, one that he worked hard to realise. It hit him just now.

As he slowly opened the door, he was interrupted by a variety of sounds. Rick tiptoed into the living room and stood there observing his children for a long, not wanting anyone to hear him before they saw him. Sensing eyes on him, he glanced to the left, met eyes with Michonne, and smiled back, making supper without revealing himself to the children. Rj's calm voice echoed across the room, as he conversed with Judith and questioned both as if they contained all of life's answers. Moments like this were a gem, reminding him of a time before.

“Dad?” 

His eldest was the first to notice his presence. The sudden announcement earned the attention of the younger two, especially RJ, who dashed into his father’s arms to be picked up with the utmost elation a four-year-old could hold.

“Daddy! You’re back.”

“Hey junior! You behaved for Mama?

“Yeah!” RJ said with conviction before whispering solely for his father to hear, “Judith broke Mama’s vase.”

“She did?” 

Though, Rick whispered back, indulging his baby boy, he knew RJ was at that stage where he blamed his sister for almost everything. He’d have to get the facts from Michonne or Carl and if it was what he expected, he’d have to give his boy a talking to. Just imagining himself scolding RJ, he could see the tears forming in his eyes. Nevertheless, he knew he had to be firm, no matter how much it hurt. After all, he couldn’t possibly push this off on his wife.

“Jude? No ‘Hi’ for dad? And here I thought you missed me.”

“Of course, I missed you, Daddy!” She dashed to hug him. “I was just surprised. Mom said you’d probably be gone longer.”

“Your Uncle Glenn and I got real lucky with our trip. Which reminds me,” Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a necklace with a ‘J’ pendant. “For a special girl.”

“It’s kinda like Mom’s!”

“Like it?”

“I love it!”

“Carl?” He called for his eldest, all while stoking Judith's long, dark hair with his free hand as she checked out her new jewellery. “Homework?”

“Yep. And babysitting till dinner’s ready.”

“That looks like a lot. Is that really necessary?” He glanced at his wife and then back at his son, then at his wife again

“His plied up because he snuck off to Hilltop right after you left for a week. Just got back this morning. Homework is usually optional but this is a punishment for missing a week of school. And he was stalling to you’d come back and override my decision.”

“Oh, really now? Puttin’ both parents against the other, huh? Joke on you, you’re doin’ both

“Come one, Dad!”

“You went to Hilltop with permission from either of us so, this is quite light. Matter of fact, you’re grounded, mister.”

“For how long?”

“Two months.”

“Dad!”

“It’s ain’t up for debate, Carl.”

“Alright, junior.” He placed RJ down on the couch, walking up behind his wife, wrapping his arm around her lean waist.

“Grimes?”

“Yes, Mrs. Grimes?”

“I missed you.”

“You were on my mind the whole time.”

“Is that so?”

“You callin’ me a liar?”

“Oh, no, I believe you, sheriff. Why else would you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the only woman in the world.”

“Cause you are.” 

He placed a hand on her lower back and gently guided her to face him. While they stood, she found solace in his loving embrace. Their eyes were concentrated yet soft as she glanced at him, hers filled with a naughty tease, and his lighting up with pure joy at studying her. They enjoyed a special connection with a strong emotional, physical, and spiritual bond. Their love passionate, personal, and dedicated—was built on mutual respect, trust, understanding, and a common vision for the future and each other. 

“Junior said that Judith broke somethin’. How true is that?”

“Leave it on that little mouse to blame his sister. You spoil RJ too much.”

“If I don’t, who will?”

“What am I? A rock?”

“I’d have to kick the bucket first for that to happen. And since I ain’t goin’ nowhere, I’m all he’s got.”

“Fine, I don’t mind being the one strict with him.” Turning off the stove, Michonne’s voice was filled with laughter, a sign of shared delight.

“I still promised myself I’d talk to him about it if he was shy away from responsibility. Can’t keep blaming Judy. Besides, we Grimes men don’t run from responsibility.”

“Four is a man, now?”

“Old enough to know right or wrong. Now who’s spoiling?”

“Whatever, Grimes” She gave him a soft kiss on the lips and said, “Go clean up the boys are gonna help me finish dinner.”

“What about Carl and that homework?”

“Let him take a break. Don’t want our kid going crazy now, do we?”

“Alright. Alright.”

They parted with one sweet, last kiss before Rick bolted up the stairs to take a shower. When he got back, Judith was helping Michonne with the mid-cooking, cleaning up like the little tail she often was to her mother. Carl sat on a chair and RJ, on the flour-covered dining table, huddled around the pasta maker, slyly throwing flour at his brother every once in a while. Bit by bit, they fed Michonne's smoothed dough through the rollers, watching it grow longer and narrower. Rick could almost taste it instantly, coated in tomato garlic sauce and topped with cheese. It was strange to imagine that it was only flour and eggs kneaded and sculpted. The next step was to run it through the cutters, resulting in fettuccine, and drape it on the rack. Today's colour was green, which meant spinach and possibly basil. They didn't notice; they had fresh pasta and they got to help Mom cook it themselves. Then the boys were finished, Rick cleared the table and changed RJ while Michonne finished cooking.

…

“Oh? Hey.” Michoone yelped, obviously startled by her husband's abrupt hold from behind raining kisses on her neck.”

“Want help? Carl’s settin’ the table set the table.”

“Your help usually delays everything.”

“Oly when we’re alone.”

“Where are we?”

“The kitchen.”

“And what are we?”

“Alone.” His smirk hinted at a shared secret.

“Exactly.”

“Ya know, if you let help sooner, we won’t be that late.”

“Ha!” She turn placing her hand on his chest. She kissed him such that the love she felt washed over him like daylight on a frigid morning.  With each passing second, it became more deep, savoury, and dominating. With him right where she wanted, she backed away with the most devilish grin she could muster. “If you think I’m gonna fuck you in this kitchen, where Carl or worse yet, Judith and RJ could walk in any time, you’ve lost your damn mind, Grimes.”

“That was evil.”

“And very fun for me… Help me take these plates out.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh, and Grimes? I’ll deal with you later.”

“I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

Doing as if wife told, Rick brought out dinner one by one making his the last. He made sure all the kids were sat, making a conscious effort for RJ to be next to him so he could make sure he did no ‘funny business’ as he often did, given that the four-year-old had the patience of wild goose.

“Daddy I want more!” RJ proclaimed, with only half the plate touched.

“Eat the rest, if you’re still hungry, you have more. And take your time. Foods not runnin’ away.”

“Listen to your father, RJ.” Michonne added.

“Can I have more tomatoes?”

“You can have more tomatoes.”

As ridiculous as it seemed, they felt like a happy, middle-class family in moments like this when he came home and could just be a family with his wife and three children; yet, what a hyperbole thought to have, when they were surrounded by many heightened and new impossibilities, including death. A nice home with good food, a beautiful, kind wife, and wonderful, amazing kids, still brought feelings of insecurity because of the world they lived in now. Then came moments like this, driving it all away. It's a phenomenon that Rick never grew tired of. He would live every day as if it were the last with the people he loved. Living in reality means living in the moment, when you are guaranteed no future is living.

[ask-missparker]

Okay, who’s driving? ~ Marvel Blurb

Pairing: Mia x Nikolai, Liane x Ethan, Rick x Luna, Cole x Jeremy

Friendship pair: Josh & Bella

Summary: Moments like this the universe just wants to make it harder on us. In other words, they should’ve just called Cole…

Other characters included/mentioned: Rochelle, Michelle, Cole, Rick and Luna

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Warning: Slight small mention of labor, but it is mostly comedic relief to move the story forward more than anything else. Nothing graphic or informative or insane. So you’re fine. ANYWAYs, please chaos from the young avengers and family members enjoy 😉

Note: Sorta OUAT but also could be Marvel fic haha (depending on how you look at it 😊)

A/N: This was a fun idea that could be seen as crack too, due to how much going on in the fanfic. Please enjoy!

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It was supposed to be a simple afternoon—well simple for the average group, due to them all hunting down the potions and stuff to stop the tide coming their way. A wicked protection spell.

You know save the day and explore that kinda thing?

So in response they were all sent a little goose chase and hunt for it at the docks.

It was good, they found the hidden gems and a piece of the puzzle to make the potion for later. Even broke half of the curse, destroying the spell, thanks to Liane, Joshua and Bella—restoring memories back for everyone. Yay, everything is safe and sound.

Just as things were going well at the docks with everyone talking and deciding to go back to the town square, Mia felt something off. She gripped Nikolai’s bicep and winced slightly.

“Love, are you alright?” He asked softly placing a hand on her lower back for support.

Mia chuckled awkwardly, “Eh, he he, well, either that was a Braxton Hick or a real one…”

“You’re a two weeks early, t-that’s not possible.” He replied in surprise, his tone sounding calm despite him internally freaking out.

“Yeah, well, since when have your children ever been one to surprise us by coming late?” She added jokingly.

Ethan, who was walking with Liane, looked up noticing his friends in distress. He knew his question would sound stupid, yet he still asked, “Are you guys alright?”

“You’re about to be an uncle again.” Mia murmured before clearing her throat once the contractions left and smiled in relief.

“Oh shit! I’mma be uncle again, I wasn’t there the first time around and now I am! This is exciting news—”

He was swiftly cut off by Nikolai who chuckled, “Uh Ethan, buddy, can you help me get everyone in the cars? Mia, where are the keys?”

Liane gasped, “You let her pregnant ass drive us to the docks?! Have you no shame?!”

“No! We took her car and I drove us here, I gave her the keys for safe keeping afterwards!”

“That still doesn’t make sense to me! You got magic and you couldn’t drive yourself!?”

“My car is getting fixed at Tony’s shop! We did needed another form of transportation here, and I will have you know I drive pretty well.”

Liane grinned, “Well in that case I’m driving! Me and the kids in one car. Ethan, Nik and Mia in the other. To the hospital people! Chop chop!”

The blonde sounded way too confident and overly proud of herself with that statement.

Everyone else looked at her like she was nuts. Yes, they were all vastly skilled in their respective fields but they all had their weaknesses. Everyone and their mother knew that Liane wasn’t the best driver per se.

Ethan loved his wife too much to say anything about it, as he was too busy in shock that Liane snatch the keys out of his hand. Joshua rolled his eyes and groaned at the idea, rubbing his mother’s shoulder in comfort. Even he was a better player in driving someone around.

Nikolai whined knowing it wasn’t the best idea to have the blonde drive both teenagers around to the hospital.

The only one truly brave enough in the chaos at the moment, despite being awakened by the curse to speak up was youngest lady there.

“Absolutely not!” Belladonna exclaimed snatching the keys out of her mom’s hands. “Are we really going to listen to her? Josh back me up here!”

Liane gasped in offensive frustration, “Um excuse you, young lady, but who do you think you’re talking to, sweetie?”

“Mom, I love you, but unfortunately you’re not the best driver.”

“I’m an experienced and excellent driver, sweetie.”

Bella muttered under her breath, “Yeah, when we were cursed and under that damn spell…”

“BELLA?!” Liane screamed in shock and gasped. “My own daughter this is—”

Joshua sighed speaking up, “Aunt Lia, she’s got a point. Last week you decided to give an another driving lesson and crash into a mailbox.”

Liane eyes widen and scoffed, “Well if I ever…it was one time!”

Joshua smirked, “It happened more than once. Also I think I should drive.”

“Him?!” Ethan yelled putting stuff in the car and bumping his head against the trunk.

“You?!” Liane added dramatically, “You’re both children you don’t even have you—”

Bella smirked as well nudging for Joshua to pull out his drivers permit, as he showed it to the others. Liane’s jaw dropped as Ethan blinked. Nikolai was rubbing his wife’s back and snickered at their reactions. He was proud.

“Since when did you-?!” Liane yelled breaking the silence.

“Back in New York, I got it.” Joshua added simply, a hint of confidence in his tone.

Bella couldn’t help but crack a smile and tease him, “Yeah, sure, it took him almost 6 months but he got it..”

Soon enough, different set of bickering broke out between the 5 of them.

“They are both babies they aren’t drive!”

“Liane not the time!”

“I can’t believe you decided to tell us now, Ethan?!”

“What you yelling at me for?!”

“I don’t know, it just feels right to yell.”

“Oh my god..”

“Are you sure we can’t all just drive together in one car?”

“Not a bad idea…out of both of us, who was the biggest space?”

“Idiot, how would that work, Nikolai?”

“I’m brainstorming, shut up.”

“Cause you guys stop fighting please? It’s not helping. I can take us three there, while Ethan gets there first.”

“Joshua, you’re a child!”

“I’m 17!”

“It was worth a shot, Bella…”

“Just let me drive!”

“Mom no!”

“Bella, please, the adults are talking.”

“You don’t even the slightest directions to the hospital!”

“THERE IS GPS FOR A REASON!”

“Shouldn’t we just call an ambulance?”

“That would take too long, Ethan!”

“Oh my goodness my nieces are gonna be born on a dock!?”

“No they ain’t!”

Mia finally shouted over everyone, “GUYS!”

“What?!” They all yelled back.

She sighed pointing to herself in a sing song tone, as if stating the obvious. “Hello.” She added hands on her hips for added effect.

The group was silent before getting the hint all making “ohhh!” and “ah, oh yeah, right.”, along with a bunch of apologies being given by the others. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile despite the mild pain she felt, coming and going.

Ethan spoke up as they followed the lead to the cars and asked, “Wait, wait, who’s driving?”

“I am!” Liane added, as if it was obvious.

She quickly got a bunch of objections and heads being shook in disagreement over her statement. Some rapidly shouted, “NO!”

Nikolai put a hand on his wife’s shoulder in silent support and turn to the group firmly, “Ethan’s driving us, Joshua’s driving you guys.”

“Yes!” Joshua exclaimed happily as him and Bella fist bumped.

Bella called shotgun and scurried over to the car.

Liane opened her mouth to speak wondering if Nikolai was serious or not, but one firm look from the brunette and she shut up completely.

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Soon enough they all arrive to the hospital, Joshua was left to park both cars as Ethan and Liane helped Mia into a wheelchair.

Nikolai was filling out forms when he noticed their friends all there. He stood there in shock, “What hell-? How did you guys—when did you guys get here?”

Michelle smiled sitting in one of the waiting chairs, “You really think we would miss this? Dude, it’s my nieces being born. Plus it’s gives me a chance to give Alexander the middle finger if he arrives.”

“I—But I didn’t call you! No one texted you.”

Bella smirked looking up from her phone, “Oh, when Josh was driving I texted Michelle. Figured she would like to know, but I didn’t expect her to come.”

Rochelle rushed in from one of the hospital rooms and smiled, “Oh hey! You’re here, that’s great, well me and Luna were already here anyway when Michelle called me.”

Mia, who was sitting in the wheelchair rubbing her backside, was about to ask what happened when the loud screams were heard down the hall. They belonged to Rick. Along with the insults.

“Long story short, Ricky got hurt earlier while experimenting on something with the kids..” Rochelle added, “He’ll be fine.”

Bella and Mia both rolled their eyes as Nikolai stayed quiet shaking his head.

Just before anyone could anything a cloud of magical thick smoke appeared. As the smoke cleared away, it showed Cole looking annoyed, angry and worried. The man was enjoying a peaceful afternoon in his shop, with his husband Jeremy while babysitting the children, when he got the damn news. He was in the middle of teaching one of his nephews, George, some cool spells! So he wasn’t happy.

Liane froze meanwhile Ethan signed looking at his brother.

“You should’ve call me!” Cole exclaimed loudly rushing over to the group. “Why did I just get a damn text from Bella that my angels are coming?! You idiots, you could’ve just call me instead of arguing over who gets the bloody keys?! UGH!”

“Cole, we can explain.” Liane started but was cut off.

“Ha! Please tell you didn’t drive, last week you hit my mailbox.”

“THAT WAS YOURS?!”

Ethan and Michelle snorted loudly but was stopped short by a glare from Cole.

Rochelle stay quiet running away to go check on Rick and Luna, not wanting to feel Cole’s wrath today. The redhead almost bumped into a wall rushing away from the group.

Besides Rick yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!”

Luna shouted over him, “Ricky stay still! The doctor is trying to remove the nails and splinters!”

Cole looked at Nikolai and pointed, “And you! What were you thinking?! As her husband I would believe you would have some sense to inform me or not waste time—”

Nikolai raised both eyebrows and furrow his eyebrows, “Don’t even start with me! I was more focused on my wife than calling anyone. None of us expected this to happen and we would’ve gotten here sooner, if it wasn’t for Liane’s performance.”

Liane gasped, “Me?! I offered to drive but you all refused to take me seriously.”

Bella and Ethan shared a look, slowly wheeling Mia away from the group and into her hospital room. Michelle got the hint, scurry off to follow them into the hallway as well, not without snapping pictures for blackmail later.

Joshua walked in a few minutes later, after successfully parking both cars, seeing his father, aunt and uncle Cole fighting.

“What did..?” He started before being dragged away by his best friend, “Gah, son of—!”

“Come on I’ll explain later.” Bella remarked ushering him into the room.

“Bella what did you do?!”

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Hehe I agree nothing! Also the poor mailbox 😂

Let me know what you guys think!

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[sarahsmi13s]

Duckie

Chapter 5

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader; (eventual) jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader

characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, bradley bradshaw, penny benjamin, amelia benjamin, tom kazansky, sarah kanzasky, ron kerner, henry ruth, rick neven, kendall adams

word count: ~2.9k

warnings: fluffy, angsty, being a single mom, crying, grief, letting go of grief, fear of forgetting, canon character deaths, i believe that’s it

a/n: i’m sorry.... and i’m going to be entirely honest with you guys, i don’t know when the angst will end

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: lil nick is now one! but it brings a lot of the feelings to the surface for duckie.

ch. 1  ch. 2  ch. 3  ch. 4  ch. 6

********** (23 and 1)

It was Nick's first birthday party.

His birthday had actually been Monday, but you couldn't put together a party on a weekday. So instead you planned it to be on the Saturday afterwards.

After getting Nick dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, along with a pair of little boots, you got dressed yourself. Penny had gotten you a shirt that said 'boy mom', so you put that on along with a pair of leggings and sneakers.

You pick up Nick and walk out to your car. "Alright, Nicky boy, let's go see everyone. Are you excited?" Nick clapped and made noises of excitement. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, "Good, me too."

The drive to the Hard Deck wasn't long, and when you got there, you were a little surprised at the turn out.

The parking lot had a good amount of cars in it; some you recognized, others you didn't. Like Penny's car, the Kazansky's, and a few others but that was it.

You got Nick out of his carseat and went inside. "Come on, bubba."

When you walked in, everyone turned to greet you.

After you made some quick small talk with a promise to catch up later, Ice came up to you and took Nick from you. "Hi birthday boy." He placed a kiss on his cheek before kissing your temple, "Hi, honey." "Hey Uncle Ice."

You looked around seeing all the decorations.

There were black, yellow, and white balloons, some of the white ones had smiley faces on them. The table cloths were black, the plates were yellow smiley faces, and the cups were white. Two walls had been designated for photos; one said 'one happy dude' and the other just had a smiley face.

"Guys, this is so cute. Thank you for doing this." Penny smiled, bouncing a two year old Amelia on her hip, "Of course, Sweetheart. Do you wanna see the cake?" Amelia looked at her mom, "Cake?" "Yes cake, Ames." "Wan' cake." "And you'll get cake, you just have to wait okay?" "Otay." Penny passed Amelia to Sarah and took you back to the kitchen.

When you got in there, someone was leaning on the counter.

It took you .05 seconds to recognize him. "Bradley!" You ran to him and hugged him tightly. 

"Hey, Duck," he hugged you back, picking you up a little bit. "Where's my nephew?" You pointed to the door, "Ice has him." He smiled and pecked your temple, "I need to go see the birthday boy."

Penny walked to the fridge and pulled out a yellow smash cake. “We decided to keep it simple. I hope that’s okay.” You nodded, “It’s perfect. Simple is really good, considering that kid destroys everything. I’d hate for a lot of work to go into a cake just for it to get ruined.”

She pulled out another cake, this one rectangular with smiley faces, “This one is for the guests. And I made some lemon cookies.” You hugged her, sighing a little, “Thank you, Penny. Really, thank you.” She tightened the hug, “Of course.”

Bradley reappeared in the kitchen, “Hey, there are some people here you need to come see.” Your brow pinched together, you had already seen everyone, “Who?” His smile widened, “Just come see.”

You casted a confused glance at Penny who just shrugged.

You followed Bradley out and over towards where Ice was. He was surrounded by other men his age and they were all just talking as Nick played with a toy.

When he noticed you, Nick made a little grunt noise and held his arms out for you. But you weren’t close enough. So, when you took too long to get to him, he made another noise of displeasure and this time he caught Ice’s attention.

“Hey, what’s wrong little man?” Another grunt and he dropped the toy. “What do you-” Ice turned his head to see you, “Oh, I see what you need.” You got there and Ice passed Nick to you. “You just saw your mama.”

One of the men in the group spoke up, “Duckie?”

You looked up at him, bouncing Nick and pulling his little hand away from your necklace. “That’s me.” By the time the words left your mouth, you recognized him. “Slider?” “The one and only. Wolfman and Hollywood are here too.” They both smiled at you.

“Wow, it’s been a while,” you gave them side hugs. “I’ll say. The last time we saw you and Bradley, it was your 16th birthday,” Wolfman said as he squeezed your shoulder. “Now you’re a college grad with a one year old and Bradley’s a pilot,” Slider said, wrapping his arm around Bradley’s neck to give him a noogie.

Bradley laughed and shoved the tall man away, “Alright, alright. Watch the hair, watch the hair.”

Wolfman crossed his arms, “You know, I’m surprised you-” He stopped talking when he saw Ice shaking his head behind you and Bradley. Bradley raised a brow, “Surprised I what, Wolf?” “That-that uh, you grew a mustache! I mean you tried once in high school but you shaved it when your girlfriend said it looked bad. But I mean look at it now, it looks so natural and you look a lot like your dad.”

Your brother nodded, “Thanks Wolf.”

You and Bradley walked away to mingle with other guests. And Ice looked at the three in front of him.

He gestured with his finger, “You guys can’t say anything.” “What do you mean, Ice?” Hollywood asked. “I mean-” Ice glanced around before stepping closer and lowering his voice. 

“I mean, they don’t know Carole never wanted them in the air.” Slider’s brows pinched in confusion, “They don’t know? Then why isn’t Y/N a pilot?��� “Maverick pulled their applications to the Academy.” “Why would Maverick do that?”

Ice put his hands on his hips, “Because Carole asked him too and he wasn’t sure they were ready for it…” “And they don’t know that’s the reason?” “No, and it’s not our job to tell them. So zip it!”

****

After talking more with your guests and opening gifts, it was time for cake.

You grabbed a microphone and addressed everyone. “Hey, everyone! Hi. Before Nick destroys this cake, I just want to thank all of you for coming out. I know Nicky is just loving the attention, so without further ado, let’s have some cake!”

Bradley set the cake in front of your son and Nick’s eyes went wide and you could see amusement flicker in them. He clapped his hands and giggled. You pass the mic to Penny and walk over to your son’s high chair. “Okay, bubba, dig in.” Nick grinned and immediately started to plunge his tiny fists into the dessert.  

Everyone cheered as the cake and frosting smeared on the tray and on Nick’s face.

You laughed as you watched your son draw in the frosting with his fingers. You smiled and messed with the blond hair on top of his head, “I’m so glad I changed your shirt.”

He turned to you and grinned, cooing as if he understood you. He held out a tiny fistful of cake towards you. “Is that cake good buddy?” He cooed again and waved his fist. You got a little closer and Nick pushed the cake against your lips.

Everyone laughed and you pulled back surprised. You laughed and licked the icing off your lips. You smiled and kissed his cheek, “Thank you Nicky.” He laughed and clapped his hands before taking another fistful and pushing it into Bradley’s mustache.

“Okay everyone, who’s ready for cake?” Penny announced as she started to cut the guests' cake. Everyone got up except for you and Bradley, Ice was going to grab a piece for both of you.

Nick kept eating his cake and occasionally offering you or Bradley a fistful. You smiled and kept playing with your son's hair.

But despite your valiant efforts, Bradley could see the pain you were trying to hide in that moment. He knew you better than anyone, so he saw behind the curtain. He could tell you were holding back tears.

He watched your eyes finally gloss over when you made eye contact with your son. Nick grinned and cooed innocently at you and your lip trembled as you smiled back.

You sniffled, but kept your smile as you swiped a thumb over the apple of Nick’s cheek. “Oh Nicky, I wish your daddy was here.” You tried to say something else but your throat burned with tears.

You cleared your throat and looked at your brother, who was pretending he wasn’t watching you. “Hey, I’m gonna step outside. It’s getting a little stuffy, I’ll be right back.” You got up and went to the back deck.

Bradley looked after you with sympathetic eyes before moving his gaze back to Nick.

“Rooster, here’s your cake,” Ice said, holding out the plate. “Thank you, Ice.” “Where’s Y/N?” Bradley gestured outside, “She’s outside.” “Oh, I’ll just take this out to her.” Bradley reached out and touched Tom’s arm, stopping him.

Ice looked at Bradley, and just knew; Mav had given him that look before when it came to Carole.

He nodded and just sat the piece down, patting Bradley on the shoulder before walking away.

*****

Bradley gave you a few minutes before going outside after you.

He grabbed the slice of cake and got Penny’s attention. “Hey, Pen, can you watch Nick for a minute?” “Yeah of course.” “Thank you.”

He stepped out the backdoor.

You had moved from the railing to be curled up in a deck chair. Your eyes were distant but he could see you trying to pull yourself together.

He walked over and sat by your feet. “Hey Duckie.” You didn’t say anything, but your eyes flicked over to him. He sat the cake down, “I brought you a slice.” When you still didn’t respond, he turned to you.

“What goin’ on, Duckie?” You swallowed and picked at your nails, “I don’t know, Brad. I was doing so good…” “Y/N, you’re gonna have your days. That’s okay.” You looked at him.

“It’s my son’s birthday party, today is not the day.” You started to cry again.

“I don’t know what to do Bradley… This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” you looked at your hands in your lap. “No one ever said it was gonna be easy. Grief is messy and unpredictable,” he grabbed your hands. “It’s been two years, Bradley. I thought I’d be better…” “Y/N-” 

You interrupted him to voice what was plaguing your mind. “Bradley, Nick is one and he will never get to know his father. At least we got to meet Dad and know how much he loved us. But Nick will never get to know that and it hurts.”

You pulled your hands from his to wipe your eyes. “It hurts so much. And I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Bradley doesn’t know what to do, this is not his level of expertise. All he knows is that something as simple as a few words won’t fix this.

“Y/N, there’s not a lot I can say to make this feeling go away.” “I know, I’ve just been keeping this in for too long. Thank you for listening.” You hugged him and he hugged you back.

He decided to say the only thing he could think of. “You’re doing a great job. Nick has the best mom in the world.” You sniffled and pulled back, “Really? Cause I don’t feel like it…” “Yes, really.” He smiled at you and hugged you again.

****

Inside, Penny and Ice watched from the window..

Penny had just cleaned Nick up and changed him into the outfit he showed up in.

“She’s having a hard time,” Ice observed, arms crossed over his chest. Penny sighed sadly, and opened her mouth but Nick had other plans.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” He attempted while pointing to you with his little hand. “What was that Nicky?” “Mma..” He whimpered a little frustrated. “I think he’s trying to tell us something.”

Ice noticed tears in his little eyes as Nick flailed his arms again. “Yeah, he wants his mom.”

They shared a look and stepped outside.

****

The door opened and you and Bradley looked towards the door.

You quickly wiped your eyes when you saw Nick. “Oh hey guys, Nick okay?” “He’s okay, just wants-” Penny was cut off.

“Mama!”

Your jaw dropped and both you and Bradley stood up slowly. “Did-did he just?” “I think he did, Duckie.”

“Mama!”

Nick leaned toward you as he said it, making grabby hands at you.

You stepped forward and scooped him up and planted kisses all over his face, “Oh, Nicky baby! You just said your first word!” He giggled and said it again. You laughed and held him to you. “Oh my sweet boy!”

You sat down and held him to you, tears coming to your eyes for a whole new reason.

“We need to tell everyone!” Bradley said, just as excited his nephew said his first word. You waved him away, “Sure, but I need some time alone with my baby. I’ll be inside in a little bit.”

Bradley nodded, smiling as he placed a kiss on top of your head before going inside.

After a few minutes you went in and everyone fawned over Nick; and then about an hour later, people left.

****

You laid on the couch as Rooster slept in the chair and Nick had dozed off in his play pen.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy as you watched reruns of crime shows and soon you were asleep.

****

You sat on the couch, head on Kendall’s lap as you looked at the playpen where Nick had fallen asleep. Kendall played with your hair, humming a tune as he did so. 

“I miss you,” you quietly said, turning your head back to look up at him. “I miss you so much.” Tears slipped from your eyes and Kendall wiped them away. “I know you do, sweet girl. I know. But you’re doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” 

You sat up, “I wish you were here. To watch him grow and turn into a mini version of you.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “He said his first word today. Gosh, I’m so proud.” 

He kissed the top of your head, “I know. I’m always watching. I’ll always be watching over you and Nick.” He stood up and took you with him.

He walked you over to the playpen, “I will be there. For every milestone, every step of the way. Maybe not physically, but I’m there. I’ll see it all.”

You nodded and wiped at your eyes. “I wish he knew how much you loved him before he was even here. I wish you got the chance to show him that. Bradley and I were lucky to know how much Dad loved us before he died.”

Kendall smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “They’re watching over you too, you know. Your parents. Your dad gushes over little Nicky every chance he gets and your mom, oh goodness your mom.” You both laugh. “She is so so proud of you and the woman that you’ve become.”

It was quiet for a few moments as you and Kendall watched your child sleep peacefully.

“You can let go, you know,” Kendall said out of nowhere.

You stepped back, confused, “What?” “You’re holding on, Y/N. It’s okay to let me go. You deserve to be happy.” You shook your head, “I can’t let you go Kendall.” “You’re hurting, Y/N. You’re suffering because of me. Getting past this-”

“No! I won’t!” You sank to the floor. “I can’t…” Kendall knelt beside you, “Why?” You looked up at him, “Because I’m afraid of forgetting you if I do…” “Sweetheart,” he wrapped his arms around you. You clung onto his shirt, “I don’t want to forget you.”

He rubbed your back, “Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me. Don’t say anything, just listen.” You nodded. 

“Just because you let go of this feeling, this pain, doesn’t mean you’re letting go of me. Because I will always be yours, no matter what, I’m yours. But this pain, this grief, is not all that’s left of me.” 

He tilted your chin up to look at him, “You have the product of our love just feet away from you. Our love will always be here-” He pointed towards Nick. “-and here.” He pointed at your heart. 

Kendall kissed your forehead, “You won’t ever forget me. I don’t think it’ll be possible. Especially with our little boy over there.” You chuckled a little bit, smiling as your head fell to his chest.

“But you can’t let yourself stay in this cycle. It’s not good for you or Nick. And while grief is ugly and unpredictable, you can get past it. I know you can, because you’re just like your mother. So try to let go of the pain and hold on to the love.”

You nodded, understanding what he was saying. “It’ll be a long road, but you’ve got support. And don’t think that you can’t have bad days, but don’t try to go through them on your own. Okay, I hate seeing you cry.” 

“I’ll try Ken.” He smiled and squeezed your arm, “I love you.” You gently kissed him, “I love you too.”

***********

lil nicky is one and said his first word!! and duckie and rooster got a special visit from some of their dad’s old classmates

duckie also got a special visit from her late love and got a little closure

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i’ll put these in the comments as well

[thebrainrotsreal]

I have so many cool ideas for Invincible fusions. I’m interested in the idea of Invincible fusing with non superpowered individuals like William and Amber. I think Mark and William’s fusion would be similar to Peter Parker/Spider-Man personality wise. William’s sarcasm and wit is similar to Spider-Man’s banter, and Invincible is a counterpart to Spider-Man. Also Mark’s choice to not help William find Rick right away parallels with Peter’s choice not to stop the thief who later kills his Uncle Ben. The fusion is probably the type who likes to show off/have fun with his powers but will get serious when the situation calls for it. Also he loves flying.

For Mark and Amber’s fusion, a down to earth person with strong principles. They love helping people in big and small ways. They’re compassionate but not a pushover. Since Mark and Amber try to make the most out of their time together I can see the fusion specializing in speed. They multitask, trying to fulfill their responsibility while making time for themselves. It’s not always successful and it lead to them overextending themselves and neglecting their own needs. They can be overwhelmed by intense fights and can be disheartened when they can’t save everyone or they’re forced to go against their morals.

Okay, all of these are SO COOL? HELLO?

I completely agree it’s all of this, and it’s clever to acknowledge William’s wittiness and snark would translate SO well for a Spider-Man superhero!! I def agree they enjoy flying, and I’ll add they float all the time if they can help it. Their feet hardly touch the ground if they can help it!!! I can totally see a general vibe of silliness, or just non-seriousness until push comes to shove! That’s such a neat idea for their personality! Much like Spidey, I can see them getting quieter the more serious they become! Or, maybe they just straight up yell like Mark can?

Their suit would probably include Will’s more orangey color as well! The orange could probably replace the yellow in terms of suit colors, blue can probably stay the same, both suit!blue and Will’s blue are similar enough, and I can see designing the grey/dark color of the suit to be more warm toned than original suit design. Maybe incorporating the single strip or V-neck with William’s outfit as well!

AND OMG AMBER AND MARK FUSION! They would SO be helpful, and headstrong!!! You’re so right!! I completely agree with all of this, they would SO stress themselves so incredibly thin to try saving everyone and everything! I can see it being a huge flaw of theirs, so the point of neglecting sleep or health or something like that. But they probably would get along with Eve, haha! I can see them having like a soft heart, but still firm and headstrong as you said! :) Their suit would probably also have a combo of orange and yellow, I think, perhaps to show they’re more passionate, and fiery in terms of helping, with a deep bluish green since Mark has bluish green in civilian outfits, and Amber has a darker green in hers! Def see longe hair just like Amber, and not as much jewelry as her but maybe an earring or two! If those make sense!

RAGGHH I WANNA DESIGN THESE SO BAD. Thank you for the ask, anon :))))

[specialagentlokitty]

Daryl x reader - no angels here

Part 3:

Daryl stayed with you for a short while before he got up and made his way back inside, but you stayed outside watching as more and more people started their days.

When the door to the house next to yours opened you smiled brightly.

“Well, somebody is up early.”

“(Y/N)!” Judith smiled.

You beamed brightly at her, watching as she came running across her garden into yours and up on the steps with you.

She hugged you tightly and you hugged her back, offering Michonne a wave as she came over with RJ in her arms.

“Morning (Y/N), you’re up early.”

“Yeah, I had a long sleep.” You laughed slightly.

Michonne smiled, sitting down on the step below you, letting RJ sit on the deck next to you to play with his sister.

“I take it he’s back then?” She asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know for how long though. But he’s back for now.”

“You really are an Angel, we’ve been trying to get him to come back for a least a few days for a while.”

You grinned a little at your friend.

“Nobody can say no to my sweet face though.”

“Yeah, especially Daryl, you could ask him to walk of a cliff and I bet he would.”

“I ain’t stupid.”

You both looked to the door where Daryl was crouched, hugging the two children who were happy to see their uncle.

You turned back to Michonne.

“What’s got you up and about so early anyway?”

“Mainly these two wanting to come see you, got some council business to see to as well. Could you watch them for me?”

“Yeah, that’s no problem you know that.”

“Thank you so much, honestly I’d be lost without you.”

Michonne got up, and you moved so she could say bye to her kids before jogging away.

You turned to the two of them and grinned a little from ear to ear while Daryl headed to the garage to work on the bike you had in there.

You didn’t ride it anymore, mostly because it was busted up pretty badly, so it just sat there as a little project for him to work on to pass the time.

“You guys want to take a walk? Go sit by the water?”

“Yeah!” Judith beamed.

Turning around, you let her climb on your back, and you picked RJ up with your other arm, standing up.

You made sure they were both safe and stable before you began to walk towards the water.

“Tell us a story?” Judith asked.

“Hm, what kind of story do you want?”

“Carl and dad…” she whispered.

You smiled softly to yourself and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.”

You didn’t have many stories with them, you hadn’t known them as long as any of the others had, but you still had some stories to share, so you did.

You always picked the ones that would give the children fond memories, whether it was about just talking or playing little jokes on Rick, or playing board games with Carl.

Something that didn’t invoke anything bad, and you made sure to never miss a single detail, trying to help keep alive the memory of their dad and brother.

When you reached the pond, you lowered yourself down, letting Judith get down first before you sat down with RJ on you leg, letting him play with the toy car he had.

You carried on tell a story with Judith listened to very intently while picking at the Daisy’s that were growing all around.

You weaved a small flower crown from them, and placed it on her head, making her laugh a little bit.

“Fit for a princess I reckon.” You said.

Judith grinned a little bit at you.

“You need one!” She beamed.

“Oh I couldn’t, there can only be one princess, that’s you.”

Judith picked a few more flowers and handed them to you which you weaves into a crown for her, and you watch RJ crawling around on the grass carefully to make sure he was safe.

You didn’t want them to have to face the reality of the world at their young age, and you hoped they wouldn’t have to for a long time, you hoped they could live safely in the walls and not have to worry about any of it.

But you knew Michonne.

When they were ready she was going to teach them how to defend themselves, she was going to try her best to make sure they knew everything they needed to know.

But that wasn’t your job to teach them.

Yours was to protect them, like you did for everybody who needed it, you protected them all of you were able to.

You carried on making flower crowns for the girl, and you looked down at the little pile of them.

“Judith who are all these for?”

“It’s a secret.” She grinned.

You laughed softly, nodding your head.

“Alright.”

You watched them for a few hours until Michonne came to get them, and Judith left happily with an arm full of flower crowns much to her moms amusement.

You carried on sitting there for another few minutes before you got up, making your way down the streets, passing the church.

“Hello stranger, you haven’t walked this way in some time. I haven’t been able to see you recently.” Gabriel smiled.

You turned to look at him and walked halfway down the path before stopping.

“Hey, yeah I’ve been trying to change up my route a little bit so I can see everybody.”

Gabriel chuckled a little bit, gesturing inside.

“Do you want to come sit for a while?”

“Keep asking Gabe but I’m going to keep turning you down I’m afraid. Churches make me feel uneasy.”

“They’re not so bad once you’re inside, I know outside they can look rather daunting, but if you give it a chance perhaps the lord can help you if you need it.”

You hummed a little.

“Do you really believe that?” You countered.

“Well, I will admit sometimes I have my doubts, but I do still believe. Do you?”

“No, I never really have. Maybe that’s why they unsettle me so much.”

Gabriel nodded his head, walking with you back to the curb so you could both sit down to talk there instead.

“We all have to believe in something to get us through what’s happening. What do you believe?”

“That it has to end eventually, this won’t go on forever. Maybe it won’t end in our lifetime, but I think it will end one day, and the world will rebuild, recover.”

He smiled.

“That’s a nice belief, I can see why we’ve given you the nickname Angel, you certainly have a way of making even the darkest times seem brighter, hopeful.”

You smiled softly at him, leaning back in your hands.

“Everybody has a belief Gabriel, especially in times like this.”

“Well, in that case I hope you wouldn’t mind if I add you to our prayers, even if you may not come into the church.”

Your eyes shot open, and you quickly sat up and turned to face him.

“No! No please don’t!”

Gabriel looked shocked at your sudden outburst, and he raised his hands a little bit.

“Alright, I’m sorry I never meant to offend you.”

“No, no. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you, I just… please don’t… makes me uncomfortable is all…”

“I understand, in that case I won’t.”

You smiled slightly at him and stood up, offering him a slight bow as you began to back away.

“Thank you my good sir.”

Gabriel laughed softly at you, watching as you wondered away to go about your day with whatever it was you wanted to do.

You wondered back home, and you used your window to sit at your usual spot on the roof as you stared over the community.

You kept thinking about what Balthazar had said to you, about his warning.

Despite everything that had happened he was still your best friend, almost like a brother to you, and you trusted his word.

So you knew what he had said to you would have been true, and you knew it was only a matter of time until they found you again, because you couldn’t stay hidden forever.

You could try, but despite the sigil on your arm to protect you, you knew that it wasn’t going to last all that long.

Daryl knew you had arrived home, he had heard the front door close, and he heard you wondering up the stairs.

He made his way out the garage, standing in front of house, he stood there and looked up at you as you stared straight ahead.

“There’s something wrong with her.” Michonne said quietly.

Daryl nodded his head, glancing over at his friend.

“Yeah. Don’t know what though.”

He turned his attention back to you, and he just stared, because with the angle of the sun and your shadow against the house he could have sworn he saw something.

Whatever it was didn’t match the shadow of you sitting there, but it seemed to be part of it but he couldn’t make out what it was.

When he blinked it was gone, and it looked just like your shadow once more.

You seemed to come to your senses again and you sat forward, grinning down at the a little bit as you waved, and the pair of them waved up.

“Daryl you remember what happened last time this happened?”

“I know… but she won’t tell me anything…”

Michonne sighed, looking at the flower crown she was holding in her hand.

“Here, Judith wanted me to give this to (Y/N). Maybe you should.”

She handed it over and Daryl took it, making his way inside, up the stairs and out the window as well.

He sat next to you and you beamed brightly at him.

“Hey Daryl!” You beamed.

“Here. From Judith.”

“Aw! I was wondering why she was making so many!”

You proudly took the flower crown, placing it on your head and he scoffed a little bit, reaching out to adjust it for you.

You smiled softly at him, then went back to watching over the community.

“What do you reckon life woulda been like if this hadn’t happened?” You asked.

He scoffed a bit.

“No point thinking about that crap.”

“Come on Daryl, sometimes it’s nice to wonder, right?”

“Nah. Waste of time.”

You turned to look at him, reaching up to brush some hair from his face and he just shook his head so it would fall back into place.

“Do you think we would’ve met?”

Daryl sighed a little.

“Nah.”

“Why?”

“Cause we’re two different people, we never woulda crossed paths.

You hummed a little bit, turned back to face the streets of Alexandria.

“I’m glad we did you know, even if you are a big grump at the best of times.”

Daryl let out a mixture of what was a scoff and a laugh.

“Whatever man.”

You grinned a little.

“Grumpy Daryl.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re so moody!” You teased.

“Oh my god!”

Daryl got up, making his way back inside and you laughed loudly as you followed after him.

He made his way back to his room, and you snickered as you stood in his doorway, watching as he sat down on his bed.

He looked up at you.

“You’re so adorable when you’re in a mood.”

“Stop.”

You snickered again, giving him a mischievous grin.

“Aw, are you embarrassed Daryl.”

“Shut up.”

You grinned from ear to ear, and you pushed yourself away from the doorframe.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, see ya later.”

Daryl immediately sat up at the thought of you going somewhere in your current state.

“Where are you going?”

“Just for a little walk, I’ll be alright. I think they’ll need your help patrolling the walls today anyway since a few of the others are going to the hilltop.”

He narrowed his eyes a little, standing up to walk over towards you.

“Daryl, I’ll come back. I told you I’m not running away this time.”

“I’m coming with you.”

You shook your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from walking and he immediately did, looking down at your hand.

“I’ll come back, okay? Trust me.”

Daryl didn’t say anything and you sighed softly, walking over and you placed your hand on the back of his head, standing on the balls of your feet.

Daryl leant down, letting you press your lips to his forehead for a few seconds before you moved away.

You smiled softly at him then hugged him, and he wrapped an arm around you.

“Stay nearby.” He said sternly.

“I will.” You laughed.

You both made your way towards the gate, and he watched as you walked outside of it, and you turned to grin brightly at him as the gate closed.

Daryl wanted to go with you, but he knew you were right, they needed help watching the gate, and at least from up there he could see you and keep an eye on you as you wondered around the front for a while

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I loveee your blog soo much. Ur headcanons for the pjo characters are amazing and I hope u continue to share them!!

Message in a bottle, percy jackson and the Olympians, percy jackson and annabeth chase

thank you so much my love!! that’s really kind and means a lot 💋🥑

i’m gonna do both romantic and platonic headcannons for both percy and annabeth and also percabeth headcannons

percy jackson,,

percy is such a hoodie guy

he loves when you steal them

especially if you’re shorter or smaller than him

he thinks you look so cute

he loves the beach

+ he will drag you there constantly

if you can’t swim

he’ll buoy you up until you learn

you love to play with his hair

it’s always so unruly and full of salt water and sand

believe it or not

percy loves to bake

and whether or not you enjoy baking

with him

it’s so fun

you guys make so much mess and it’s awesome

you love to read to him

he’ll practise his skateboarding while you read aloud

you both have matching friendship bracelets btw

percy made them himself

yours is the colour of his eyes

and his is the colour of yours

annabeth chase,,

annabeth is your confidante

you tell her everything and she always gives you advice

you also love to do each other’s hair

annabeth is a pro at all kinds of braids

and she loves to do little braids in your hair

especially when you let her decorate said braids

you’re both snackaholics

you don’t eat meals

you snack

you’re also massive board game fans

you could honestly spend all day playing with her

everything you guys do

you do together

shopping, work, cleaning, etc

you’re two peas in a pod

and let’s be honest

everything is more fun when you do it with annabeth

percabeth,,

holding hands while sleeping >>

it helps with the tartarus nightmares

even after their grey streaks fade away due to time (uncle rick being inconsistent)

they dye them back in

so they’re always matching

annabeth is a huge swiftie

so of course percy makes sure he knows every word

arguing over movies is so their thing

they’re disney kids

just so you know

tangled is their movie

percy knows all the words and loves to quote it

annabeth hates when he talks during movies

but my adhd boy can’t help it

same percy same

focused!adhd x hyperactive!adhd ™️

i hope you like these and that they’re okay!! enjoy <3

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Kill My Ex (?) Chapter 2 - dark!Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x Ex-girlfriend , Rick Flag x Fem!Reader (slightly)

Warning: Manipulation, betrayal, delusional character.

Summary: Lloyd finally has her back in his arms. He thinks he could bring back the old Y/N who loved him. But what about Y/N?

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,-

Life is difficult sometimes, and it’s not easy to wake up every day and go through what you have to face. But the beauty in difficult times is we can share it with the people who care. 

For you being able to meet others like friends and family is a privilege. 

Because since the day your ex Lloyd Hansen caught you, he never left you alone. You’ve never seen him this possessive when you left him three years ago. His demeanor changed because he almost lost everything he had built to catch this one guy.

He makes sure everything is going along with his plan. 

He starts to rebuild and fix his name in the security business. Like today, you will accompany Lloyd to a charity party where he meets potential clients.

You looked at yourself through the mirror. You wear an expensive dress from Valentino and an expensive necklace hanging on your neck. Lloyd gave you an expensive gift to spoil you. But you don’t feel anything because he held your fiance hostage.

Suddenly the bathroom door got knocked, and a voice could be heard from outside. "Y/N hurry up, we need to go."

You sighed heavily and opened the door. "I’m ready." 

When he saw you walking out of the dressing room, Lloyd felt accomplished seeing you looking beautiful with the dress and accessories. 

"Perfect. I knew sapphire would be perfect with you." He kisses your cheeks while you hold your urge not to vomit.

He linked your arm with his "Let's go."

At the party. 

When rich people gathered, some people could feel intimidated. You feel it too, but not with Lloyd. This kind of event is his playground. 

He is always confident and charismatic, and the guest also got mesmerized by him. The other reason is that his uncle Reynold Hansen, the Vice President, held the event. 

You knew Reynold Hansen as a terrible person. His history in the military is also bad. There's evidence that could prove that, but then 'poof' it's gone. 

It must be Lloyd who made it possible.  

Hansen men are scary. They are persistent; they will do anything to get what they want, no matter their method. 

Reynold saw you sitting at the table alone, he talked to Lloyd. "I told you to get rid everything related to the mission. Instead you keep her and a patient."

Lloyd smirked. "Be grateful that I made a path to make you win, uncle." 

He won't let anyone talk shit about you, he whispered near Reynold's ear. “If back then you and the President not so fucked up in the head, it won’t be like this.”

Reynold scoffed. “Look at yourself, Lloyd, we’re the same. Both of us have fucked up minds. You imprisoned the woman you love.”

What Reynold said kicked Lloyd in the nuts because what he said it’s true. 

Lloyd believed that if you stayed beside him, he could make the old you return.

Perhaps because he already faced death before, it was a miracle he could wake up. The moment he wakes up from his deathbed, all he can't think about is you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

The story between you and Lloyd starts from the day he entered Harvard. You’re quiet and intelligent in class but always follow him around. Everyone is sure you will enter a famous fund management company after graduation. 

But instead, you join the CIA. Everyone said you are crazy, but Lloyd likes it because he likes being a priority. 

When he got kicked out from the CIA, you also joined him. With your brain, both of you build Hansen Security together. 

No matter what method he used to capture the target, you never complained like Susan. 

He knew you had feelings towards him, but he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he played with it. As long you stay with him.

He admit that it was a stupid move and that his biggest regret. Because you suddenly quit being his business partner and left without saying goodbye. 

When he found out you joined the task force, he wondered why, but the reason was still unanswered.

Then he felt like being shot when he saw you with Rick Flag. It made him mad. 

That man doesn't deserve you. It was perfect timing when Reynold asked him to eliminate Amanda Waller's task force. 

Kill two birds with one stone. 

Now he has you in his arms; he won't let this chance turn to dust. 

He won't betray your trust anymore. He knew you hated him, but he would never let you go. 

And he admires your will to survive even know you hate every time he touches and kisses your cheeks. He never sees your disgust and anger through your expression. 

Reynold knew his nephew was lunatic and sadistic, but he needed Lloyd to get where he stood. He sips the champagne. "But still, I don't like her."

"You don't have to."

Sometimes Lloyd hates this trait from family. If a man and woman from Hansen like someone, they will only love that one person for the rest of their life. 

“My wife wants to talk to her. She wonder what kind of woman could tolerate you.”

Lloyd chuckled. “She probably like Y/N.”

While both men were talking, an older woman walked towards you. The way she walks shows how elegant she is, and every guest nods their head to show their respect.

Her name is Caroline Hansen. She came from a well-known family who was always famous for philanthropy and charity. 

She saw you sitting alone and sat in the empty chair beside you. Her strong perfume doesn’t make you nauseous but calms you. “Mrs. Caroline.”

“Y/N, we finally meet.” She puts her hand on your shoulder, and then her eyes move to your stomach, which you’ve been stroking the whole time. She couldn’t help to ask, “How long have you been pregnant?”

You gulped. “Three months.”

Caroline put her hands on her mouth like she was excited. “Congratulations, my dear. But how are you feelings?”

“I’m fine.”

She asked again, “How are you feeling?”

Her question made you breathe and sigh heavily; you lowered your head to ensure Lloyd couldn’t read your lips. “I’m this close to lose my mind.”

Caroline wanted to say something to you, but she saw her husband and Lloyd near the table; she gripped your hand and whispered, "Remember the goal Y/N. I will contact you."

After she said that, she slowly stood up and approached Reynold, and both greeted the other guest. While Lloyd sits beside you, he leans closer. “Is she nice to you?”

You smiled at him and tapped his right thigh. “Yes, she’s really lovely.” The only person in this room who cares about you.

At Lloyd's residence.

Your body rests on a shared bed with Lloyd while he massages your foot. After the party, he noticed how you walk is different, so he did this. 

"Carol wants to meet you. Do you want to?"

You lowered your book and looked at him. "Hmm, sure." 

After being with him for months, you knew how to deal with him. Always acknowledge and look him in the eye whenever you talk to him. He never touched her sexually, but you never know how long he kept this act. 

Every night he always got a nightmare. Not being a winner affects him badly. He will calm down as long as you rub his back where he got shot and massage his left palm, which lost a few fingers. 

Seeing him lower his guard made you think of a hundred ways to kill him. 

But you won't do it because the time is not right.

You have waited for this moment for 25 years.

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