#that blood that got Darlin to wonderland

[theratisbackanditsinyourkitchen]

Y’all bitches don’t even KNOW the trauma William has, you don’t know why he swore not to ever become a maker! You don’t even know that Alexis last name was Getty. I bet none of y’all knew Sam was a freelancer? Huh? Did you?? Did you also not know that he ran away from his abusive family?????? Also that Vincent and Alexis are on shit terms because of what she did to sam. Also this gem of a line “With her ability to Invoke him taken from her, [Alexis’s] generally ignores [Sam]” make yah think. Bet you also didn’t know that when vampires die they turn to ash, everything but bones. So much lore and none of you bitches dare touch it!!!

This fandom is wild Erik dropped a timeline that has more lore in it then is currently out on the channel and bitches still don’t look at it. It’s been out for free for a while! I have mentioned to friends a characters age or where they where born or something about their past from the timeline and they be like “uhh? What” girly pop please!! Read the timeline!!! I know so much about William!! I know Asher’s last name!! I know almost every characters canon age!! Don’t look at me like I’m crazy when your the one missing out on this crazy lore! (Also the whiplash from ‘so and so explodes and loses three legs and 12 fingers’ to ‘they cuddle maybe… and maybe kith a wittle bit maybe’ is the funnest shit)

[honeygrahambitch]

WHATS A HANNIGRAM CODED TAYLOR SWIFT SONG

The perfect ask doesn't exi-

I have prepared for this my whole life. Here is a list of hannigram coded taylor swift songs.

Look what you made me do

it's sexy and petty and it's the perfect Will Graham in salmon shirt revenge song but it's also very Hannibal in Mizumono coded.

2. I did something bad

perfect for both of them and especially for Will discovering that killing people makes him feel stuff that he shouldn't

3. Back to december (I am feral about this one)

perfect for them. chef's kiss. You can listen to it and think about Mizumono or about Digestivo, depends what kind of pain you want.

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

this is so Will Graham thinking about Mizumono and also Hannibal surrendering to the FBI cause he doesn't need freedom if he cannot have Will.

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This lyrics too because it's the tea cup motif, turning back the time, which is exactly what Hannibal wanted to do in digestivo. And also related to Will's regrets about Mizumono.

4. Mastermind

Perfect for them both, from beginning to end. Nothing to add than some very fitting lyrics.

I knew I wanted your body I laid the groundwork, and then Just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine It was all my design

5. Better than revenge (more as crack if you want to think of it from Hannibal's pov towards Molly lol)

6. Right where you left me

season 3b coded, breaks you to pieces if you imagine them and the glass wall in between.

7. Wonderland

I reached for you, but you were gone I knew I had to go back home You searched the world for somethin' else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

them in season 3a, Hannibal trying to replace Will with Anthony but it was in vain.

8. Come back, be here

Will grieving after Hannibal left

9. Hoax

there is so much to say about this one, I find it very fitting

My only one My smoking gun My eclipsed sun This has broken me down My twisted knife My sleepless night My win-less fight This has frozen my ground

(...)

My best laid plan Your sleight of hand My barren land I am ash from your fire

(...)

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart You knew the password, so I let you in the door You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark

you can think about all the pain they have inflicted into each other and each time they have betrayed each other

10. I almost do

11. Sad Beautiful Tragic

so so so hannigram coded

We both wake In lonely beds In different cities And time Is taking its sweet time erasing you And you've got your demons And darlin' they all look like me

12. Ivy (which is considered to be a very queer song)

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

13. Willow (a lil more cheesy)

14. The lakes

hannigram coded because they don't fit in the normal world. And the lyrics sound like something Hannibal would say

15. Vigilante shit

as petty and sexy as Look what you made me do

16. Bad blood

doesn't need any explanation

17. No body, no crime

for the whole arc of Will trying to convince everyone Hannibal framed him

18. Getaway Car

Mizumono coded

19. The Great War

twotl coded

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

(...)

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

and this part very Mizumono coded

20. Peace

they are both problematic for each other

21. The Alcott

describes the Uffizi Gallery scene. Like, in perfect detail.

22. My tears ricochet

23. Illicit Affairs

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

24. Last kiss

for when Hannibal is locked up

25. Haunted

26. Cowboy like me

especially because Will is from the south lol

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one

Hope this helps!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

No Going Back

Jim Kirk x Reader

A/N: commission for @the--aviator

Summary: Jim and you get into a disagreement, then Jim gets hurt on a mission and nothing matters. 

As always, I don’t own any characters.

Loud, thundering footsteps echoed in the long corridors, the walls, on both sides, seemingly never ending as crew members dodged out of the way; your curses and flailing hands warning them to do so. It had started off as normal morning, waking up alone and grumpy; Jim and you had gotten into a disagreement the night prior over nothing that seemed to matter now. You had gotten ready for your shift down in the engineer level with Scotty and Keesner – it was the monthly maintenance check and Scotty had put you in charge this time. So, you had gotten up extra early to run down the list on your Personal Access Display Device and to grab a quick coffee from the cafeteria before heading down to the turbo-lift to work. Everything had gone fine, especially having a cup of coffee and resolving, from the two minutes turbo-lift ride, that fighting with Jim was not worth it sleeping alone.

It had all started with a single lustful glance Jim had thrown at you while in the company of Leonard McCoy and Spock, the four of you dining together in the mess hall. The conversation was not particularly stimulating as you ate a delicious pizza, but then your eyes caught Jim’s; they were so soft and blue, making your heart beat fast as he smirked and gave you that knowing wink of his. Immediately, the two of you made up an excuse about turning in early and left the mess hall holding hands. It was a short walk to his Captain’s cabin, a far cry from your small, but cozy quarters. He held your hand tightly and as soon as you walked into his room, his lips were on yours. Jim’s kisses always felt like drowning, the way his mouth took a hold of yours; it was warm and dizzy, disorienting to its fullest extent and you could never get enough of it. It did not take long for him to have you melting against his touch and it was a long evening of passionate sex that ended in the two of you falling asleep. The sleep did not last long, because Scotty called your communicator nearly six times before you heard it next to you on the nightstand.

“What is it, Scotty?”

“Sorry, lass, don’t mean to wake ya; I need your assistance down here.”

Glancing over to Jim, who was sound asleep, with his arm around your waist; the man was snoring too, and you sighed. “I’m going to be need about fifteen minutes, can you manage without me until then?”

He said yes and you placed the communicator back down on the nightstand, flipping the blanket off your body. Jim groaned when you slipped from his embrace and opened his groggily eyes, asking where you were going.

“Scotty needs me.”

“At this time?”

You shrugged and reached down for your undergarments, slipping on your underwear and bra. “What can I say? Duty calls, Captain. I just have to run over to be quarters to get my PADD and my uniform jacket, it’s cold down in engineering at this hour.”

Jimi nodded and sat up, watching as you finished getting ready; his face laxed as he thought. You zipped up your uniform and noticed the weird expression on his face, asking what was wrong. He said nothing but suggested that he had a solution to the problem of having to run over to your quarters every time there was an emergency with Scotty.

“Do tell.”

He grinned and shrugged. “Just move in here with me.”

You laughed then, sitting down on the edge of the bed to put on your boots. “I need to get down to Scotty, and you obviously need more sleep.”

“I’m wide awake,” he argued. The two of you both got up from the bed at the same time and when you turned to face him, Jim was pulling up his boxers. His face looked slightly annoyed, but he sighed. “What’s wrong with me wanting you to be here with me?”

“The fact that we’ve only been dating for six months, the fact that I have a room of my own, the fact that you are my Captain and – “

“And what? What does all the matter! I could give to shits about what everyone thinks!”

You stared at Jim and sighed. “I know everyone is aware of our relationship and that’s fine by me, but if I move in here ... that's a line that once it’s crossed, there’s no going back.”

“I can’t pretend to understand that, I want to be with you,” he argued, moving around the bed to you. “I want you all the time, I love you.”

“I love you too, Jim, but –“your sentence was caught off by Scotty, this time his voice a little more urgent.

“Lass, I’m sorry, I can’t manage.”

Giving Jim a shrug, you smiled and kissed the side of his cheek. “We’ll talk later, after your mission, okay? Get some sleep, I’ll see you then.”

Jim nodded, but you saw in his eyes that there was much more to discuss later. “Okay.”

That was the last thing Jim had said to you, “okay.” And it was not okay, not as you ran to the Medbay, where Leonard had called over your comm to tell inform you that Jim had been injured on the mission. Your heart had dropped at the thought of Jim hurt and you had left Scotty without a word, moving fast to the lift. When you got out, you just raced to him, not caring that you were like a crazy person roaming the halls. It was with each step, that your boots felt heavier, just as your heart. Losing Jim scared you, it scared you in the most devastating way; he was your best friend and the only person on the ship, in the damn Universe that understood you. He knew everything about you, knew the ways to soothe you on a bad day and how to make you laugh so bad, your sides hurt. Jim was the love of your life and just thinking about rejecting the idea of living with him, it made you sick to your core.

What was the big deal? You spent more time in his quarters than your own; even when he had to be on the Bridge late at night, you’d go to his room after your shift and get into bed, waiting for him to come home. He’d walk in tired, but a smile would appear on his face when he saw you sleeping on your side of the bed. He would try to be as quiet as possible, as he got ready for bed, but you always knew when he got in and wait patiently, mesmerizing his nightly routine until he slipped into bed with you. Then he’d pull you into his chest, kissing your shoulder before falling asleep, and that was all you ever wanted – you knew that now.

Finally reaching Medbay, you rushed in, screaming Jim’s name. Leonard walked out of one of the private rooms and raced to you, getting you by the shoulders, urging you to calm down.

“He’s fine, darlin’, but you need to stop shouting.”

“Where is he, Bones!”

Sighing, he pointed to the room he just left and rolled his eyes as you pushed past him. Bursting into the room, you cried when you saw Jim, battered and bruised, arm in a sling. Taking a deep breath, you walked over to the bed and reached down for his hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“I’m here, Jim.”

His eyes fluttered opened and he smiled with a slight groan. “Hey, baby.”

“What the hell happened?”

You sat on the edge of the bed facing him, cradling his hand in yours. There was a large gash across his forehead, dry blood on his skin, but he just smiled. “Hostiles.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned down to kiss his knuckles. “Oh, that’s all.”

“I’m alive,” he whispered, and you cried, shaking your head. Jim sighed and asked you not to cry, reaching his hand to the side of your face. “I hate seeing you cry, it’s fine. I’m here, okay?”

“But you could have been killed, Jim. You could have died thinking I didn’t want you enough, that I didn’t want to move in with you – “

“Wait, you don’t want me?” he joked, and you laughed, wiping away the tears.

“If I didn’t, who would?”

“No one could ever compare to you,” Jim insisted, and you smiled, telling him he was right. His blue eyes lit up then and he asked if that meant you’d be moving into his quarters. “But I’ll warn you,” he said with a grin. “There’s no going back.”

Pursing your lips, you shrugged and gently leaned forward to kiss him. “I’m counting on it.”

....

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[jacklyn-flynn]

Three OTP Playlists

I was tagged by @sarenkascrawls because I think she’s learned I love this sort of thing. 

Unfortunately for @darlingrutherford, I love it when they do these things too!

The rules are to create a playlist of five songs that make you think of your OTP. 

Cullen X Dejah Lavellan

Be Still by the Fray

If you forget the way to go

And lose where you came from

If no one is standing beside you

Be still and know I am

When I Look to the Sky by Train

When I look to the sky

Something tells me you're here with me

And you make everything okay

Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver

So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me

Hold me like you'll never let me go

My Light by Sully Erna

You always bring me light, and you help me find my way

A gentle kiss goodnight is the innocence I crave

Into the West by Annie Lennox

Why do you weep?

What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see,

All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms,

You’re only dreaming

Iron Bull X Preia Trevelyan

Let Her Go by Passenger

But the dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you’ll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

Hail, Rain or Sunshine by the Script

'Cause dreaming of them better days

Has always been our way

And you may see my friends and find no worth

But, no, I'll never go and change them for the world

Come to Me by the Goo Goo Dolls

I caught you burnin' photographs

Like that could save you from your past

History is like gravity

It holds you down away from me

Cups by Anna Kendrick (When I’m Gone by Jon Cozart) 

I've got my ticket for the long way 'round

The one with the prettiest of views

It's got mountains, it's got rivers, it's got sights to give you shivers

But it sure would be prettier with you

Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me by Susan Sarandon 

Then if anything grows while you pose

I'll oil you up and rub you down

And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction

You need a friendly hand and I need action

Zevran X Briall Surana

Save the Last Dance for Me by the Drifters

But don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

So darlin', save the last dance for me,

Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips

When life leaves you high and dry

I'll be at your door tonight if you need help, if you need help

I'll shut down the city lights, 

I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe to make you well, to make you well

Your Body is a Wonderland by John Mayer

I know you're mine all mine all mine

But you look so good it hurts sometimes

I See Fire by Ed Sheeran

And if we should die tonight

Then we should all die together

Raise a glass of wine for the last time

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman? by Bryan Adams

You've gotta breathe her

Really taste her

'Til you can feel her in your blood

And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes

You know you really love a woman

[gumballrightfoots]

He got them a healer

No we said its all fluff

David was going mad, milo and his mate were looking for them, everyone was worried

Until they got a call from william about that the newest blood in his clan saw someone throw a pack and a clan member in wonderworld

The basically the whole pack rushed over to wonderland William got the two in comfortable adjustments darlin had people crowding around them when they weren’t even awake fully at least

Trying to see if anything is bruised , broken anything

They had people back up off them ,

[billybangssteve-blog]

(Harringrove fanfic) Chapter three

Hawkins, Indiana

March, 1985

Chapter three - The Daymare

In the woods, Steve felt vulnerable. The branches on the looming, skeletal trees always played tricks on his mind, especially in the thin layer of fog that clung to the dewy grass that day. They looked like hands, skinned and bony, and when one would occasionally brush against his skin, it felt cold and wrong. Steve wasn't a vulnerable person, he'd fought monsters from an upside down version of their world for Christ's sake. (Though he couldn't win a fight against a human being). But after it was all over, after he'd dropped all the kids off and returned home, it all kinda just overwhelmed him. He was fine for a moment sitting on the side of his bed, then he just started sobbing hysterically and was shaking so bad it hurt his muscles. 

He told Hopper about it, and Hopper had explained to him it was similar to "Shell Shock". After that and Steve admitting the awful nightmares he'd been getting, Hopper had told him to go to a therapist. The therapist was a guy called Russle Kelly and he'd been recommended by Sam Owens. Russle knew the story and was under the same contract as everyone else who knew about the situation.

Russle had diagnosed him with PTSD, post-taumatic-stress-disorder, and had been given Prozac and Prazosin for medication. Steve was nearly finished with his psychotherapy and would start his 6 to 8 weeks of Cognitive behavioural therapy in a few more weeks.

Steve didn't understand why the experience had effected him so fucking badly. Nancy and Johnathan had been through just as bad, but they only seemed to get the occasional nightmare. Will was even doing better than him, and thank God for that.

It was like he'd taken all the trauma that they'd suffered onto his shoulders; and, if he was being honest , he'd have it no other way. Cause if they were happy, Steve had a reason to be happy. Billy helped a lot. When he'd wake up screaming and crying and punching in the night, Billy was always there to comfort him.

When they arrived at Castle Byers, Steve was a little nervous. He'd walked at the back of the group, his nail riddled bat spinning in his hand. Dustin was holding onto the two cans of paint, Lucas carrying the tool box and Eleven was bearing a cardboard box filled with trinkets and photos and materials. (Several times Mike had suggested to hold it for her, only for El to shake her head dismissively).

"Here we are, Castle Byers!" Steve announced, shaking the anxiousness of monsters away and allowing the delight to warm him. They cheered gleefully and immediently they began to work on the fort. Steve assisted them with the hammering after Dustin hit his thumb with the hammer. (He'd wrapped Dustin's red thumb in a blue pokodot plaster, he'd kept the packet they'd slipped in his pocket after the fight).

Lucas and Max repainted the signs, Eleven sewed the curtains and American flag back to perfection (she'd been practising) and Mike, Dustin and Will filled in the holes in the walls of the castle. Steve watched for the first twenty minutes, helped out with the building periodically before he decided to join El with the sewing. He knew how to sew, his grandmother, Matilda, had taught him when he basically lived with her.

He pretty much lived with Matilda and Phil, his grandfather, from the age of 4 to the age of 13. His parents had dropped him off with them the minute he started walking and probally would've continued to live with them if Matilda hadn't died and Phil hadn't gone looney. His mom had said that to him, and that's when Steve realised he really hated his parents.

Steve had pricked himself twice, deep and quick stabs that drew blood from his middle and pinky finger. El had patched him up two flower plastas.

"Billy said he loved you," Eleven reminded him happily and Steve looked up from the dirty white curtains, he chuckled quietly.

"Yeah, he did.... I mean I've always known he's loved me, it's just actually hearing is so.... real? I don't know, like everything is just so..." Steve pauses and bites his lip.

"Clear," She filled in the gap with a pink smile and Steve nodded, drumming his fingers on his thigh.

"What... What do think... his friends are like?" El asked in broken English, Steve shrugged as he began to stitch a rip in the curtains together.

"Well, they sound nice enough. They support me and Billy so that's a good thing, and Billy says their pretty cool," Steve replied as he threaded the material, but the end of the silver thread had slipped through the eye of the needle. He got up on his feet and turned around to get more thread from the box, but he tripped an arched stick and fell to the ground.

The second his face made contact with the leaf strewn ground, the world flipped.

Steve scrambled to his feet and he became still, like a statue with a pulse in his neck. Steve was in the Upside Down. He was still standing before Castle Byers in the forest and everything looked fucked. The sky was a malevolent black, the shadows in the trees swooned around him like wraiths and vines, thick and rotten, were splayed on the dead floor like the earth's veins. A terrible coldness swept across Steve and he looked around desperately, fear sinking into his chest.

He turned to the fort and his heart was no long in his chest, it was in his throat. The curtains at the entrance were shredded and stained in blood, like a wild animal had attacked it. The ground from his feet to Castle Byers was like a path, like someone had been dragged across the ground. Against his better judgment, he slowly stalked towards the entrance to the fort and his heart was beating like a running rabbit in his throat.

Curling his fingers around the edge of the curtain, Steve held his breath and threw it to the side with a pause of his heart. He stumbled inside at the snap of a twig and the fort seemed like the side of room.

And there it was: the Demogorgon. At first it just stood there, swaying like a drunkard, dried blood stained it's faceless head and it's arm stretched out towards him. Long, scythe like fingers caked in crimson lightly grazing the skin on his cheeks.

Slowly, it's face began to open like a blooming flower and the maroon crust of dried blood flaked off. The fanged-petals fanned out, a black hole leading down it's gullet like the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland, leading him to a Hellish dimension.

It roared. He screamed.

......

Billy, Bobby and Ginny heard the scream that tore through the woods.  It was shocking, scary and blood-curdling. And it didn't stop.

Billy didn't hesitate to start sprinting through the collums of trees, and Bobby and Ginny followed hastily. They chased towards the screams, those horrendous shrieks of pure terror that was making Billy's heart shatter. Because he knew that was Steve screaming, but he'd never heard Steve so fucking scared and that terrified him.

"Steve!" He yelled desperately, the response he got was more screaming and the sound of the kids, calling out to Steve as well. When they saw the outlines of the kids, the fort and Steve in the fog, they charged faster towards them.

Steve was stood with his back against a tree and was pointing his bat at something invisible in front of him. It wasn't the kids, his wide eyes were staring at some invisible thing that was 8 feet tall and probally absolutely terrifying. Bobby and Ginny came to a stop while Billy ran in front of Steve.

"Billy! Be careful!" Max called as Steve swung at Billy, he jumped back and Steve cried and shrieked.

"Steve, listen to me! Calm down, it's alright!" Billy's attempt to calm Steve down only seemed to make him go ballistic.

"Go away! It'll kill you!"

The brunette raised the bat behind his head and brought it down to the ground, hysterical and almost falling to his knees. Billy caught him, hands cupping the sides of Steve's face and he noticed how wide his eyes were. Two black orbs with thin brown rings circling them. It was scaring him. Big tears streamed down Steve's face, that was deathly pale, and his chin and lips quivered.

"Steve, can you hear me? I'm here Steve, I'm here... It's okay," Billy spoke soothingly and brushed his thumb over Steve's cheek. The pupils in Steve's eyes slowly shrunk and Steve seemed to be finally see reality, that fear still their but less than before.

"B-Billy?" Steve sputtered quietly, relief washed over Billy and he sighed, nodding.

"Yeah it's me, I've got you, It's alright Princess, I've got you," Billy responded softly.

"The kids? Where are the-"

"They're fine. Steve, they're fine," the two sank to their knees, cause Steve had basically no strength in his legs left, and began to sob uncontrollably into Billy's shoulder. The blond stroked his hair and kissed his neck, he was trembling in Billy's arms and he felt so cold.

"Easy Princess, you're okay and the kids are okay, you just need to breathe, alright? Can you do that for me, Darlin'?" Steve struggled at first, coughing and wailing for a minute before he was quiet and breathing deeply.

"There we go... there we go, you're doing great, Steve," Billy smiled, and he looked up to see everyone watching. The kids looked worried and frightful and Bobby and Ginny looked freaked the fuck out and concerned and confused. 

"What happened?" He asked, Steve was basically catatonic, and Dustin shrugged.

"I don't know. He like tripped or something and then he stood up and looked freak the Hell out. He didn't respond to us and then walked over to the fort and just started screaming!" Dustin explained, panicky and afraid, and looked like he was about to cry.

"He got his bat and just- God it was fucking terrifying dude, he just started swinging at something! It was like he was having a nightmare but awake- a Daymare" Lucas exclaimed frantically and Billy licked his lips and compressed them together, breathing out. Will stepped forward a little.

"It was like when I had my episodes, I'd be doing something then I would just be there," Will said quietly, Mike and Lucas nodded in agreement.

"But why would it happen to Steve?" Max questioned and everyone remained silent, showing that they did not know the answer to that question.

"You should take him home, we'll stay here and finish-" Steve seemed to spring to life at Lucas's statement and looked scared again.

"No! I'm staying here, I'm not letting any of you out my sight!" He declared shakily, Steve attempted to stand up but feel back down into Billy's arms.

"Steve's place. It's safe," Eleven said suddenly and Billy nodded. 

"I agree, leave all this shit here and let's go,"

[weare-thewalkingdead]

Unsaid Words

Request Prompt: Hello :) Can I send in a Daryl request for my bday today ? Maybe where you both are dating but he didn't say the words 'I love you' yet. So one day you join a run with some others but you end up getting shot accidentally. Then you're carried back into the prison and as soon Daryl sees you being unconscious he freaks out and thinks you're dead. After you get operated, you survive but you're out for a while. Daryl stays with you and after you wake up, he tells you that he loves you properly ? :) - @diving-down-to-wonderland

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warning: Fluff

A/N- I am terribly sorry about how late this is. I should've posted it a long time ago but I won't lie it slipped my mind once things gt out of hand. I hope you enjoyed your birthday and here is your request.

Y/N POV

I hugged the man I'm in love with close. I inhaled the scent of outside. The scent of Daryl Dixon. I smiled into his back and tapped his shoulder. He turned to look down at me when I stole a kiss from his unsuspecting lips.

"Really?", he asked moving his hands to my waist. I nodded before kissing him again but more passionately. I pulled away with a wide grin on my face.

"I love you.", I said in a sing a long voice.

"Mhmm.", he replied before walking away. My shoulders fell in disappointment. We've been dating for 3 months now and he hasn't quite opened up to me yet. As frustrating as it is, I'm trying to hold up for him. I hear Rick call my name and I turned to see him jogging up to me.

"Hey.", I greeted masking the feeling of rejection.

"Daryl, Ted, Michonne and I were going on a run to an old farm. I was wondering if you could tag along since you're good with farming and finding ripe fruits.", he explained and I nodded.

"Yeah. Just let me get my gear on." After pulling my boots on I walked outside where Michonne and Spencer waited. Daryl avoided eye contact with me and I let out a small sigh.

"He'll come around.", Michonne whispered rubbing my shoulder. The five of us went on our way in one of the vehicles with Ted in between Daryl and I in the back while Rick and Michonne sat in the front. It fueled jealously in me. The way they looked at each other. How they held hands. How they're not afraid to be vulnerable to one another. I want that but because Daryl is who he is, that's not possible.

"Were here. Everyone stay together and stay quiet.", Rick announced cutting off the car. We all got out and I stood to see what was left of the farm. The house was intact but there are walkers scattered around the land.

"If we take out the ones close to the house, we'll be able get in to check for supplies and then get out.", Rick explained.

I took out my knife and immediately started killing walkers throughout the yard. I kept my distance so they wouldn't hoard up as I plunged my blade into their skulls. Once they were all cleared out we moved on into the house. To our surprised there were no walkers inside. We all split ways and I started filling the bag I had with canned goods and fruit.

"Take why you can carry. Don't over do it. We can always come back.", Rick stated as Ted went up the stairs a little shaky. I watched him disappear before following behind him. He went into a nearby bedroom and I slowly went to check the bathroom.

"Let's wrap it up guys!", Rick called from the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed the bandages and pain pills out of the cabinet before going to get Ted.

"Ted!", I called before he whipped around to face me, the gun in his hands going off. My eyes were wide as Ted's face drained. His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I turned as Daryl dashed into the room with fear present on his face.

"No.", he mumbled before I fell into his arms. "No no no no. Y/N? Stay with me babe okay."

"What happened?", Rick asked running into the room.

"I thought she was a walker! I didn't mean it!", Ted panicked. Their voice echoed as I slipped in and out of consciousness.

"We have to get her back!", Michonne said with worry laced in her words. The last thing I saw was Daryl looking down at me with tears in his eyes.

Daryl POV

After we returned back to the prison Rick and Hershel told me to stay outside while they helped Y/N. My nerves were shot and I didn't know what to do. I want to beat Ted's ass but I don't want to move from this spot on the porch. The door opened ripping me from my thoughts and I turned to see Hershel with blood on his hands.

"She'll be fine. No vital organs were hit. But she needs a lot of rest.", he told me with a smile and I silently walked inside. I entered the room she was in and immediately felt the guilt rush through my veins. I pulled up a seat next to her and remained quiet. I grabbed her hand bringing it to my lips.

"You should've stayed here. This wouldn't have happened. I should've been there. I could've-" I closed my mouth squeezing my eyes shut. A few hours passed and I'm still in the same spot as before. After fighting an internal battle the words left my mouth with such ease.

"I love you Y/N. You know that right? I should've said it before but I didn't know how. But with you lying here like this, I figured you have the right to know. That I do love you.", I muttered and I felt a light squeeze on my hand.

"Don't sorry darlin, I'll tell you again when you wake up.", I grinned as I planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

[justjdm]

You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 5)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: Your hard work is rewarded by Negan

Word Count: 1,610

Warning(s): Language

A/N: Finally a little more tension! I also hope to write a chapter or two soon on the reader’s background, because I inserted a little quote from the show in today’s chapter. Maybe you can catch a hint about her past… ;) Masterlist here. Enjoy!

The last walker fell to the ground with a thud. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, tossing the pipe to the ground. You were covered in dirt, sweat, and walker guts.

You were exhausted. Your hands were cut and calloused from the pipe and you winced at the blisters beginning to form on your feet from your heels. It was early afternoon now, and you couldn’t believe how long it had taken to take down the entire herd.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d see you like this.”

Your turned around to see Simon, hands in his pockets and snickering at the sight of you.

“Yeah, you and Negan both,” you rolled your eyes.

“This is what you’ve been doing out here all day? By yourself?”

His eyes suddenly widened when he noticed the pile of walkers on the other side of the fence.

“Don’t be so surprised,” you retorted.

“No not that, it’s just that Negan usually doesn’t make the wives do this sort of work. I was right though, right? He did ask you to be a wife?”

“Yeah, I was going to ask you the other day how you knew that.”

He shrugged.

“I just call it like I see it. I’m surprised you took him up for it honestly.”

You kicked off your heels, finally fed up with the pain your feet were in. You picked up the stilettos and walked passed Simon, calling after him.

“You gotta do what you gotta do in this world, Simon. Fortunately, he seems pretty understanding over my conditions.”

“Conditions?” he jogged to catch up with you.

“Yeah, I gave him an ultimatum. Either he meets me half-way or I walk.”

Simon thought for a moment, stroking his mustache.

“Y/N, Negan doesn’t do ultimatums. It’s his way or the highway, you do know that right?”

“I do, but so far so good. I haven’t outwardly been objectified yet, I got an actual job today, and I haven’t slept with him. Only thing I’m not too happy about is the outfit,” you sighed.

“Y/N, you need to be careful. I’ve known Negan for a long time and I know how he is. Yeah, it’s a little unusual he offered you those terms but you need to keep your guard up. I’m just trying to offer you a little bit of friendly advice.”

“And I appreciate it, Simon. But I’ve handled people like Negan before.”

“How?”

“They’re dead.”

You both stared at each other silently for a moment before a voice from behind you made you jump.

“Simon, I don’t pay you to stand around and flirt with my fuckin’ wife, get back to work!” Negan approached you both with Lucille propped up against his shoulder.

“You don’t pay me at all…” Simon muttered, before turning around and heading back towards the courtyard.

You turned to Negan, crossing your arms.

“Just to clarify, he was not flirting with me.”

“Fuck, I know darlin’. Simon’s smarter than that, he’d know better than to fuckin’ cross me. That’s what I like about him.”

Negan looked down to your bare feet and gave you a puzzled look.

“You took care of those things?” he motioned to the fence.

You nodded.

He whistled, walking over to the fence to inspect the dead corpses piled on the other side.

“I’m impressed, Y/N! I knew you had it in you. My girl can work!”

“Well your girl is tired and covered in blood, so if you’ll excuse me,” you responded, a little more curtly than you wanted to. You began to walk past him, but stopped when his hand lightly gripped your arm.

“Woah, hold up darlin’. Work like this deserves to be rewarded! Come on, follow me.”

He motioned his leather gloved hand to you, and you complied. You wondered what this ‘reward’ entailed.

He led you past the courtyard and back into the main building. When you walked up the stairs and past the floor with the wives rooms, you knew you were headed back into his bedroom.

“Negan, I told you I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Y/N, would you have a little fuckin’ faith? That’s not what I’m all about, believe it or not.”

He opened the door to his bedroom and you followed him to the center of the room.

“There’s a shower that still works in that bathroom. You’re welcome to use it. I know you’d probably like one after today.”

You uncrossed your arms, finally letting them drop to your side. The man in front of you could be a total dick, but he gave credit when credit was due. And you thought that was really good of him.

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you,” you smiled.

“And you know, if you wanted me to join you–”

“Negan!”

“All right, all right, shit,” he chuckled. “Enjoy. I’ll have someone bring you back some clothes.”

You nodded and stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. There was a large framed shower, a toilet, and a large marble counter with a sink. A folded towel sat on the counter that looked completely clean, almost brand new.

You looked up into the mirror and stared at your reflection. It had been a few months since you had seen your reflection in an actual mirror, and it felt weird. Your hair was messy against your shoulders and there was dirt and grime on your cheeks. You wondered how Negan could even flirt with you while you looked like this.

You sighed, unzipping your dirty dress and letting it pool at your feet. You stepped into the shower. It took you a few minutes to figure out the controls, but once the water began flowing, you let out a deep sigh. You watched the water at your feet turn a copper hue from the blood and dirt being washed from your body.

There were a few community showers in Sanctuary, but the water was normally freezing and it was in front of a bunch of other people.

It felt amazing having the warm steady stream trickle over you in your own privacy.

After you were all clean, you stepped out of the shower, dried yourself with the towel, and wrapped it around your body. The bathroom had actually fogged up, and you smiled to yourself, trying to remember the last time you had taken such a steamy shower. It really was the small things in the apocalypse.

You unlocked the door and stepped into Negan’s room, where he was waiting patiently on his couch.

“Enjoy yourself?”

You nodded meekly.

“I’m fuckin’ glad. Here, Simon sent up some clothes from your room,” he stood, approaching you and handing you the pile.

You held out your hand to take it from him, and almost gasped when his hands gripped your wrist.

“Shit, babydoll. Is this from today?”

He examined the broken blisters and cuts on the palms of your hands.

You winced and nodded quietly.

“That’s gotta fuckin’ hurt, why didn’t you say anything?”

His tone had completely changed. He sounded as if he was honestly concerned.

He motioned for you to sit on the bed and he turned around, heading to another dresser and rummaged through its drawers.

He came back to you with a medical kit. He set it on the bed and opened it, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and gauze. He knelt down, taking your hand in his.

“This might sting a bit, hun,” he warned before pouring the alcohol over you hand.

You winced, quickly biting your lip. He took the gauze and dabbed it over your wounds. You tried your best not to flinch back from him.

“You know, you’re a lot fucking stronger than you think you are.”

“It’s just a little cut, I’ve had worse,” You whispered back, watching him as he then dabbed some sort ointment on your wound.

He finished the one hand by wrapping it in gauze.

He motioned for you to hold out your other hand.

“That’s not what I mean, Y/N.” His voice was low and rumbling.

“Then what?”

You winced again as the cold alcohol ran over your skin.

“You’re one tough fucking cookie. You do exactly what I tell you to, without a fuckin’ complaint. You knew the job I gave you today was bullshit, but you hardly said a thing. You could say I was testing you, but I’ve got to admit, I was fuckin’ shocked.”

He finished wrapping your hand, holding it in his for a moment. His dark mahogany eyes looked into yours and in that moment, part of you just wanted to reach forward and kiss his curved lips. You wanted to feel his salt and pepper scruff on your checks, your neck, your breasts, your navel, your thighs…

But instead, you sat quietly, one bandaged hand clenched against the towel on your wet body.

“You need to have more goddamn confidence in yourself, Y/N. Stop being so humble. I don’t say stuff like this often, but you really are somethin’ else.”

Part of you wondered if he was saying all of this just to get into your pants, or lack thereof at the moment. But you decided to go with that thought that he was just on a good streak today, and that he was just giving you a kind compliment.

“Thank you, Negan. That means alot coming from you.”

He smirked, looking you over. You could’ve sworn you saw him lick his lips.

“Now, head back to your room and get a good night’s sleep, I’ve got a little fuckin’ surprise for you tomorrow morning.”

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[fireteamcatastrophe]

The Red War, “Chasing the Rabbit”

((As with the other two, this is Alice’s take. She’ll get some more talking down, and I’ve got “Wonderland” by Caravan Palace going. Let’s see where this goes, shall we?))

Alice had been used to dodging projectiles, debris, anything really after running with Breaker-77 and Henry Gordon, but this was ridiculous. The Last City burned around her, and she was chasing her idol around as he did... What in the Traveler’s name was he doing?!

“Uh, yea, just... That’s a lot of Cabal. I’ve only got so many shots in this thing!” he shouted, her Ghost replaying it with some expressions of distaste. A few clicks, rolling wrists, and a cracked neck, Alice rolled from cover and into the sniper nest a Psion had built for itself. The wiry thing began to panic, charging a ball of void energies. She spun the Last Word from her hip, blasting it twice: once to throw the void blast harmlessly into the wall and the second to end the Psion.

“Cayde!” she spat into the headset, suspending her mute routine to find him again.

“Oh, Alice! I knew you talked when the cards were down, darlin’, but I need a li’l help about three clicks from our last conversation.” The sounds of combat picked up from his Ghost, which probably transmitted those noises for effect.

“I’m aware,” she said, leveling her trusted Stillpiercer. Four shots, reload, repeat. Four kills, generally, occasionally more. “I’m sure you figured that out, though,”

“Yer damn right I did! Alright, this is sweet! You do that bit, I’ll do this bit,” Alice saw solar bolts streak across her scope, “And these Cabal will be packing up in no time! HEY! I NEED THAT! Ghost!”

Alice swung her scope to the source of the solar energy, and saw Cayde had his leg stomped backwards. He was firing defiantly as a Cabal Phalanx dropped its shield on his face. The Ghost pulsed, and he was up in a flash spinning his weaponry as if he’d been his own partner. There was a stylishness about it that Alice couldn’t help but admire. In her native timeline, he was something of a legend beyond what all Guardians inherently were. She was smitten immediately upon meeting him, but by the Traveler she’d never admit that to him. He was a touch to self-centered to approach, but maybe... He twisted his torso to blast some of the Cabal helmets off, and Alice decided she would definitely try and see him after this all boiled over.

If, for nothing else, a brief trip to Wonderland. She smirked at her own comment, and dragged the crosshair along his torso. She knew what she was about.

“If you’re done admiring the show,” Cayde spun his hand cannon into the holster, “Come on down, let’s dance a bit like only Hunters ca-”

Suddenly, there was a pain as Alice’s body had been ripped apart. The Ghost sagged, and then finally dropped. Cayde fell backward, and began coughing. Alice barely had the composure to hold her rifle, but she fought back the nausea to focus on the fact that there was a squad of Cabal advancing on Cayde’s position. She quickly threw her helmet off and began firing. Bracing one leg in front of her and leaning back to ease recoil, she put every bullet she could downrange. Cayde staggered, slugs peppering his position as he fell behind a dumpster. He was clutching his Ghost, and Alice detected explicit fear on his face. The Ghost twitched, and Cayde began to anxiously fumble with it.

Alice focused, however, on the Cabal after she noticed a strange creature on four legs. It charged, and she pinned its skull to the ground with merely a thought of pulling the trigger. Her armor seemed slower, arms heavier, almost as if key servos and motors were offline. She’d need to jumpstart them later. She reloaded, her mind flashing back to when she met Henry and Breaker in the Vault of Glass.

I know how to fight without Light. I can continue to do this. I can save Cayde, and show him how to do the same. I need to make it through this.

Stillpiercer clicked empty, and upon reaching for another magazine, Alice grasped at nothing. She cursed, drawing the Last Word and bolting down the street after sliding down from her covered nest. The Cabal were eager to pepper her position after she revealed herself, so she fired a few rounds of covering fire. She slammed into cover, her mind flashing violently to years spent fighting before being resurrected by her Ghost.

Oh, shit.

She’d left it in the position, expecting it to follow.

She looked back to the sniper nest, and saw the Ghost sputtering along. She focused, staring at it desperately struggling to move. It didn’t talk much, and neither did she, but they had a bond nonetheless. It abso-

Thwack!

Alice was sent to the ground, and looked up to see a Cabal with twin axes had slapped her over. It lowered its axes and bent forward to yell something in their guttural tone. Alice fired the Last Word at it, the bullets going wild. Whatever made them home in on targets was no longer there, and it clicked empty. Alice defaulted to one desperate move, and launched the weapon at the Cabal’s faceplate. It bounced off, and the creature shook its head and was off-guard just enough for a moment of vulnerability. The Awoken leaped, drawing a knife and screaming. She took the blade directly to the helmet, scraping the blade down and into what she hoped was the Cabal’s flabby neck. She dug the blade deep, an ichor spewing out. She threw weight into the handle of the blade, and the helmet popped off. The creature began to cough and hack, and as its spittle landed in her face she realized it was searching her eyes. She searched its eyes, and found something within: Respect.

She shuddered as the creature fell, her on top of it. She grabbed one of its axes, and ignored everything within her screaming in pain: she’d done this before. The Cabal had attacked the Reef in her timeline, though never like this. She knew their tactics well enough to just adapt. She turned to the cluster of troops, and spun one axe up into the air before launching it at a Phalanx that was pounding its chest. She began a sprint, forgetting that she felt heavier, weaker, and that she couldn’t conjure more knives: she had simply the ones she kept in her boots.

One Legionary howled, but she could tell its tone was different: it was scared. She jumped at it, her height not nearly as much as she remembered, but landed on its chest. She straddled its face, and a bloodlust she used back home, on her Reef, previously only seen by four Fallen uprisings and seven other Awoken who dared try to kill her, manifested itself in her desperation. She stabbed the faceplate four times in two seconds, tore the dented helmet off and drove the blade between bloodied eyes. That Legionary fell, and the Cabal began to break as a unit. One by one, they fell. All violent, all gruesome, and only two keeping their blood from falling on the pavement. A lone Psion was left, its crimson lights concealing the blood soaking Alice’s hair. She put her boot on its throat, and angled her heel to its jawline. With a sharp twist of her leg, the Psion’s desperate hands fell from her shin to the ground and its neck snapped. A gasp of air left its throat, and there was an eerie silence. Her Ghost weakly pulsed out some Light, and she felt her wounds heal. As her Ghost collapsed to the ground, so did Alice.

She didn’t wake until Cayde told her they were on Nessus.