#this is literally the only reason I drink original full sugar monster

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I BELIEVE IN GREEN-BLACK GOTH SUPREMACY

THIS ANON IS BASED, ONE MILLION KISSES FOR ANON, BEST ANON EVER, 11/10 WOULD RECOMMEND.

[collecting-stories]

Monster | Daryl Dixon

I know they aren't on there, but could you do the song monsters by shinedown with daryl?? - requested by @lokilover2000 

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Good for you, you fooled everybody.                                                          Good for you, you hurt everybody – Monster by Shinedown

Daryl didn’t remember the first time he met you but you did. To be fair it was dark for a majority of the meeting and he was on his knees with the rest of his group, listening to your leader’s long winded and over dramatic speech. The parts he remembered were different from yours. You remembered every moment chronologically. Standing by Simon’s jeep, an ak-47 you’d stolen way back when from your crazy neighbor when the world first ended gripped in your hands as you listened to Negan introduce himself to the group that had been wrecking havoc on your community. You barely listened anymore to his speeches. Young when the world ended you had joined Negan’s saviours at a formative moment in the group. Room for growth allowed you a high ranking amongst them which had benefits though standing around while he terrorised people for fun wasn’t particularly one of them.  

For the most part your eyes wandered, trying to keep yourself interested in the same speech you’d been hearing for the last few years and eventually you landed on Daryl. Though you didn’t know his name at the time you’d heard of him from Dwight and Sherry separately. When you were at the Sanctuary you usually took watch detail on the wives because the gossip reminded you of binging shitty MTV reality shows and kept you occupied for most of the day. Sherry was keen on not fitting in with the other wives completely and she mistook your interest in their drama as camaraderie so she told you about the guy she and Dwight had met when they tried to run.  

Her description was pretty spot on because from what Dwight had relayed that was the guy. Your eyes focused on him over Negan’s constant pacing and you watched the way he watched your leader. Despite the beating he’d already taken from some of the saviours he looked unaffected by Negan’s bravado, as if the bully speech meant nothing to him and he could see passed the character. You suspected he would have gladly taken Lucille to the skull though bizarrely you felt relieved when Negan overlooked him for another.  

Once Negan loaded Rick into the RV and drove off you relaxed a bit. This group would make no moves without their leader and not when they were so clearly outnumbered. And with Negan gone you didn’t feel so bad outright staring. It was pretty sick when you really stopped to think about it. You were seriously checking out this guy in the line-up who looked only slightly more physically stable than the pregnant girl who was turning blue.  

“Told you we’d beat those motherfuckers, you owe me.” Simon mentioned, leaning so close you could feel the hairs of his moustache on your cheek. You grimaced but didn’t pull away. There was a lot Negan didn’t stand for but there was even more he let slide.  

“I didn’t bet you anything asshole. Just said they were smart, knew what they were doing.” You replied, eyes still on him. Look up, Sherry said you’ve got the prettiest eyes and I wanna see ‘em.  

“Who knows what their doing now?” When he tried to slide his hand into your back pocket for a squeeze of your ass you pulled away, glaring at him. If this wasn’t the middle of a lineup you’d shove your gun down his throat but you had to show some sort of loyalty to the second in command.  

“Fuck off Simon.”  

When you looked back he was looking but it was too dark to tell if Sherry was right, even with all these headlights.  

Daryl remembered the second time he saw you. The music had stopped rather suddenly sometime during what he suspected was night. It was too dark in this cell to be sure. All he was sure of was that the music stopped and still he could hear it, somewhere distant in the back of his head. Just above the whisper of the song he could footsteps, not as heavy as Dwight’s. Daryl shifted away from the door, drawing his legs up to his chest as the door opened and light flooded into the tiny closet of a room. It had been a closet originally, you could still remember pulling cleaning supplies out of it. Once upon a time it smelled like bleach, now it just smelled like excrement. How Dwight did this job you couldn’t be sure, you wanted to throw up the minute you opened the door. It weighed against your shoulder as you stood in the doorway, holding out a plate with a sandwich on it. Dwight had been specific in his instructions, dog food sandwiches and that fucking song on loop. Despite his orders coming directly from Negan, with both of them gone for the day you were giving Daryl a break. You knew his name now though you hadn’t seen him since they’d hauled back in the transit van after the line-up.  

“Take it.” You urged because he was just staring at the plate. Eggs and bacon on bread with a cashew butter you’d made. “Seriously, take it.”

There was something almost feral in his eyes now. You could see them better in the light of the hallway and yeah, Sherry was right but also he looked halfway between giving up and getting ready to attack you. You almost pulled your hand back when he reached for the plate finally and took it out of your grasp. It hadn’t been what he was expecting and it wasn’t even more so up close. He hadn’t had anything substantial since the morning he headed out with Rosita and Denise and he hadn’t had eggs since Hershel’s farm.  

You pulled the water bottle off the carabiner clipped to your belt-loop and handed that over too, placing it on the ground beside him. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” And with that he was shrouded in darkness again.  

Too tired and hungry to question your out of place kindness he ate and drank what you’d left for him. You didn’t turn the song back on either because in all honesty it was torturing you too and you wanted some peace and quiet while you were alone on watch. Fat Joey had your detail shadowing the wives today which left you alone in the hallway, sitting on a chair at the corner near the stairwell and reading some old Stephen King book you’d managed to bum off of another savior. There wasn’t much you could do, without clothes Daryl couldn’t leave the cell and you didn’t have access to the oversized gym uniforms that Negan was so obsessed with putting his untouchables in.  

When the couple of hours passed you went back for your water and the plate. He’d left you half the once full bottle and you took a quick drink from it before clipping it back on. “Sorry about all this.” You apologized and he looked at you like he didn’t believe and honestly, you weren’t sure you believed you either.  

Outside of the cell Daryl saw you plenty of times as Dwight prodded him around the Sanctuary. You were almost always with the wives and once, when Sherry stopped in the hall to talk to him without supervision, you’d caught them. Though you’d turned the other way and walked to the stairs instead of calling for anyone. Once he saw you outside on watch when he was at the fence. A walker got particularly close to his left shoulder blade and you’d shot them between the eyes with your rifle. Negan had screamed at you from where he was unloading the trucks.  

“The fuck do you think you’re doing up there?”

“Figured you didn’t want him dead yet.” You knew Negan had taken a liking to that side of Daryl you’d seen in the cell, the feral side that wasn’t ready to lie down and let someone walk over him.

“I better not hear another fucking shot outta that gun or I’ll put one between your eyes sugar.” He replied, voice catching the attention of some of the dead. Daryl was watching you but it didn’t last long.  

The most significant of all your meetings with Daryl occurred weeks after that and found both of you in Alexandria.  

You knew Sherry got him out shortly after your altercation with Negan at the fence and you didn’t see him again until the day after the attack. When you arrived at the gates of Alexandria with Carol. Bloodied but not a prisoner. Both of you had been separated from your groups, caught in the woods with a herd of walkers and you’d shot one just above her as she was flat on her back struggling to regain the upper hand. She’d taken your gun, afraid you’d use it on her though you tried to reason how stupid that would be after you’d literally saved her life.  

She walked behind you back to Alexandria, keeping her gun aimed and silence proceeded your arrival. You’d been at the sanctuary and enough people had seen you there in the crossfire that when the gate was pulled back you were met with more weapons trained on you. When you turned your head to your left you saw Daryl, crossbow aimed at you. He didn’t lower it but you watched the change from hostile to non-threatening in his stance and his eyes. No wonder, you thought, that Negan had been so scared of him. Daryl still looked the same feral and angry that he had the first time you saw him but the part of him that had been dying in that cell seemed to be gone, or at least masked with new purpose.  

You were certain though, as you looked at him and despite not wanting to, it was manifested in your eyes. How easy it would be to end it all now? But your fear of dying didn’t allow you the chance of considering the option for too long. And before you knew it Carol was speaking up, vouching for you enough that death was no longer an option on the table.  

“She’s not a threat.” Carol said, lowering her own gun though she’d been keeping it on you this whole time so you weren’t sure how convincing she really was. “She helped me.”  

You thought about arguing your case but realized the point was mute when Rick walked through two of the men still holding their rifles on you. You didn’t remember him nearly as well as you remembered Rick but you’d been to Alexandria enough times for pick-ups that you were familiar with their leader. Once, before Negan, he was probably the greatest threat he ever faced but Negan had knocked him down a peg and he was not exactly ready to offer you solace in his home.  

“Search her.” Rick instructed and Daryl was swinging his crossbow easily over his shoulder and patting you down. He pulled two knives off of you and pocketed them.  

You were led to a cell in a basement that still had a lot more light and humanity than the cell Daryl was left in. This room was certainly never a closet. And no one stripped you of your clothing. Aside from your hoodie, which had a zipper, and your boots, you were kept in your t-shirt and jeans. One of them even took the bobby pins that had been holding stray hairs off the nape of your neck. There was a cot and a blanket and a pillow and Carol gave you water right away. Feeling guilty you left the water outside the bars of the miniature prison.  

There was a window and you could see the time pass and no one came for two days until finally the door opened and you heard footsteps on the stairs. Anxiety from a past life found you underneath the cot when Daryl came in with a tray of food. A can of chili, an apple, and some bread. You rolled out and sat cross-legged on the cot. “I’m not trying to double cross you guys.”  

“Ain’t me ya need ta convince.” He opened the door and laid your tray on the ground before shutting it again. There was a pair of handcuffs hanging out of his pocket and you assumed he was supposed to cuff you before walking in, just in case you were crazy enough to think you could take him. It occurred after a minute that this was the first time you’d heard him speak that you really remembered.  

You weren’t sure what else to say but he wasn’t moving. You would like to say that you were happy to see that he made it back alive or that you definitely suspected that he would. He wasn’t the type who caved. You also wanted to ask him how he managed it because you’d be lying if you said that you’d never thought of leaving Negan’s side. But you knew what happened to people who did and you could imagine the satisfaction Simon would’ve taken in stringing you up piece by piece.  

“Sorry, ‘bout all this.” Daryl spoke up, repeating your words back to you.

“This is nicer than my room so...it’s ten fucking times nicer than yours was.” You replied, “that was a closet...I remember cleaning it out.”

“Eat.” He clearly didn’t want to rehash the time he spent locked in a tiny room being tortured. Naturally. You were an idiot.  

“Sorry.” You apologized and reached for the bread only, then back to the cot.  

“How’d ya get mixed up with that anyway?”  

You were young still, he thought you’d be innocent looking if he didn’t know any better. You didn’t fit the bill of the other saviors he’d seen though he’d watched the accuracy with which you’d shot that rifle behind his head and the dead look you got the few times Dwight was being a jackass to you. A little scary in an unexpected way he had been thinking about you since you’d given him a proper meal.  

“First thing I stumbled on after this shit happened...I just didn’t want to die.” You shrugged. It was really that simple at it’s core. You didn’t want to be another dead body wandering around the woods until some sorry sap shot your brains out. You wanted to survive because, as crazy as it sounded, you had such a fear of death that you couldn’t even fathom leaving Negan for fear that you’d meet death.  

“So ya traded yer soul ta that?”

A glare was sent his way and you, a bit overdramatically, tore the bite of bread off. “Don’t judge me. We’ve all done shit to survive. I saw what you guys did at the outpost, not to mention the fucking grenade launcher you fried people with.” You snapped. “I did what I had to do and whether you want to believe it or not Negan was better than being out there alone.”

“Then what’re ya doing here.”

“I want to keep living.”  

“That’s not enough.” He replied, as if he had really expected some more profound answer from you. It’d always been that simple though.  

You could’ve let Carol die in the woods and you could’ve found your way back to the Sanctuary. It would’ve been easy, easier than this. But you couldn’t bring yourself to let her die and when she led you back to Alexandria you had almost smiled. You didn’t want to think about all the complicated parts of it though. Those were the things that scared you more than death. That in this bizarre new world you were starting to feel something once again that you hadn’t felt since the world ended.  

“It’s all I’ve got.” You lied.  

Daryl grabbed the chair in the corner of the room and dragged it over to the bars, sitting down across from your cot. He leaned back and stretched out, taking the water bottle off the ground and taking a sip from it as he watched you. Meeting his eyes you concluded that Sherry was definitely right, they were the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen.  

“So, tell me about yourself?” You requested and watched the smallest of smirks pass over his features.  

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A/N: So I originally wasn't gonna do this request because I’d never heard this song but after looking at the lyrics I feel like it really fit with this idea I’ve kind of been toying with for a while. So...this might in the next month or so evolve into a full-fledge series if anyone would be interested. 

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[imagine-loki]

From The Inside

TITLE: From The Inside

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT:  Chapter Six

AUTHOR: @cassandrathewitch

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Okay, but imagine Loki dealing with an avenger who now works from inside the building only because of their PTSD

RATING: M / Non-Com

NOTES/WARNINGS: Keep in mind this is PTSD. Suicidal thoughts, 

O/N: Sorry for the short Chapter and the wait! I wasn’t feeling well this weekend. 😟 I hope you enjoy! 

Making your way to the commons you felt so robotic. Your hand gently grazed the cool chrome walls as you slowly made your way. You honestly didn’t know how you felt. You thought you had awoken to death. To the release of your pain, yet here you were. Alive. We’re you disappointed? We’re you happy? You weren’t sure. The last thing you remember before Loki had put you under was feeling sure. Feeling calm. Feeling light. Feeling free. Then you blacked out. Putting your own thoughts of your current status aside you began to wonder about Loki.

Why didn’t he kill me?

He wished for your suffering, for your pain. You were the reason he was sentenced here. You thought it was odd that he didn’t just take the opportunity to end you. From what you heard from the others, Loki had killed many people. Without even a second thought he had murdered, so why not you? Pity? Maybe. But you couldn’t be sure.

Your fingertips ran out of smooth cool chrome to run themselves across and you realized you had arrived at the commons. Hearing the commotion inside you could tell Tony, Nat, Steve, and Thor we’re already inside and probably waiting to see if you would arrive. Did they know about Loki’s visit? Probably not. If they did it would have been defcon 5.

He probably shaped back into Thor and left.

Taking a deep breath you stood in front of the doors as they slid open to alert the others of your entrance.

As you entered the smell of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and sausage willed your nostrils. The smell. It was so enthralling. Your mouth began to salivate from just the thought of a warm syrupy bite of a pancake. You glanced over to see everyone huddled around the dining table with plates of food in front of them and two vacant seats. One next to Nat, and one next to Thor.

Nat of course was the first to notice you. “Y/n, Come take a seat. We’re just starting.” She Smiled and tapped on the chair next to her. As instructed you took your seat next to Nat. Steve and Tony where in the middle of a debate about something, but you honestly weren’t interested in whatever squabble they were having. You were more interested in the food. “ Good Morning y/n.” Thor smiled as he began loading his plate of bacon and sausage. You smiled weakly and noticed the vacant seat next to him. You knew already who it was for.

Loki.

You shook the thought of Loki quickly out of your head and began filling your plate. As you took in the aroma of everything you began to load your plate more and more. You poured yourself coffee and orange juice and began digging into your plate. The pancakes we’re fluffy and buttery just like you liked, the bacon crispy and warm, the coffee hot and creamy with just the right amount of sugar. You couldn’t help yourself. You began huffing everything down. Mmms and yums left your mouth as you shoveled more and more food into yourself.

“y/n?” Nat questioned.

“Yeah” you muffled out as you ate. Stuffing your face. You finished your bite and swallowed and looked over to her.

Nat looked confused, almost shocked. You raised an eyebrow asked “What?” That’s when you glanced over the table and realized that everyone besides Thor who was too busy eating was looking at you with the same look. Steve and Tony had stopped bickering and we’re looking at you with the same look as Nat. Shock. Confusion. What was with everyone?

“Guys what is it?” You asked almost annoyed at being the center of attention.

They all seemed to snap out of their shock. “N-Nothing! I just wanted to say that we’ve got hair and make up appointments today for the gala tonight.” She smiled and leaned in whispering. “We are gonna look so sexy.”

The gala. You had forgotten all about it after Loki’s surprise visit to your quarters. “Oh yeah. I completely forgot about it. I’ve been kind of on edge I guess since Loki arrived.” In that moment the commons doors slid open and there stood Loki in his long dark green and black asgardian robes.

Speak of the devil. Literally.

Everyone went silent. Tony and Steve tensed, Nat’s smile quickly changed to thin line across her face. Thor gestured for Loki to come take the seat next to his. “ Good Morning Brother. Come! Enjoy some midgardian nourishment.” Loki smiled big and walked towards the empty seat. “Who invited him..” Steve muttered. Loki just smiled bigger. He heard him no don’t. All you could do was take slow bites of your food. The feeling in the room instantly uncomfortable with Loki’s presence. As Loki sat he took his time scanning and smiling at every single one of you. When his eyes landed on you you could see his smile become wider. As if he was pleased with himself.

Bastard… You better not say a thing. You cursed silently.

“Brother! Try this bacon. It is not of Asgard but is still very delicious.” Thor was scooping bacon in heaps on Loki’s plate.

“Thank you brother but I’ll only be having a light meal. I want to save my appetite for the lovely midgardian food that will be served at this evening’s event.” What? Loki was going to be at the gala?

Clank!

Steve had dropped his silverware on the table and stood up facing Loki. “Who invited you to this evening’s event? It is to celebrate us. The Avengers. Not the criminals we’ve had to stop from killing us.”

Loki didn’t even jump or face Steve. Loki simply grabbed the water carafe and poured himself a drink replying slyly. “Why Miss Potts. She requested my presence, wonderful beautiful kind woman she is.” Steve stood back.

“Pepper invited you?” He asked in disbelief. Tony just sighed “Steve, pepper did invite Loki.” He validated.

“Wh-Why?” Steve demanded.

Tony just shook his head and bit into his toast. “Because it’s Pepper, you do the math. This is her shindig.”

Tony never really tried fighting Pepper on anything and Steve knew he wasn’t about to on this.

“So I take it I’ll be seeing you at the gala tonight Mr. Rogers?” Loki teased taking a bite out of An apple from the fruit plate that sat near him.

“You do anything out of line and I’ll put you in your place.” Steve threatened pointing at Loki.

“Steve.” Nat called to him.

“I’m getting out of here. How you all can eat with this monster here I’ll never understand.” Steve grabbed his plate and started towards the door. Steve was in such a rush to leave that he didn’t even see Pepper coming in at the same time and he almost ran into her.

“ Sorry Pepper.” He said and quickly darted out.

“Its okay. Dont-” Pepper tried to get out but Steve was already gone. “Worry about ?” She finished. “Damn what’s up with him?” She asked aloud.

“Steve found out we have an unexpected addition to the guest list for tonight.” Tony muttered as he took a sip of his coffee.

Pepper just rolled her eyes and grabbed a cup of coffee and set some papers in front of Tony. “ Don’t look at them just sign them.” She instructed. Pointing at the papers for Tony to sign. He rolled his eyes and complied. Pepper then looked over the table and smiled to everyone

“Good Morning everyone. Sorry. I had to get in here before Tony decided to hide from me again.” She hip checked Tony in his chair.

“Everyone excited for tonight?” You could tell she was excited.

“Yeah of course.” Nat answered. “Considering it’s mandatory we don’t really have any other choice but to be.”

“Exactly.” Pepper smiled cheerfully and turned to Loki and Thor. “Okay. Both fo you. You’re getting fitted in an hour with Gustave. He’s getting you two suits. He’s meeting you in Thor’s Quarters. Be there.”

Thor just sighed. “Pepper why can I not wear my robes. They are formal garments.”

Pepper walked over to Thor and leaned over the table to get in his face. “It’s a suit and tie occasion only. Besides try something new you never know you might like it.” She tapped on his shoulder.

Loki just smiled to Pepper. “I look forward to this experience Miss Potts. I thank you again for inviting me to your event.”

Pepper just beamed. “ See, Loki’s got the right idea. Thor take a note.” She then looked at her phone. “ Oh Sh-Crap. I have a meeting. Everyone be there and y/n. It’s good to see you. We’ll catch up later.” Pepper finished as set down her cup, grabbed the papers from Tony, and practically ran out of the room.

“I don’t know how she does it.” Nat said aloud.

“I enjoy Miss Potts presence. She’s so…full of life. Isn’t that right y/n?” Loki winked in your direction.

You tensed and just tried to brush Loki’s comment off.

“Yeah she’s really amazing she does a lot for us.” You gulped.

Don’t fucking do it.

Was this going to be his way of torturing you? Hanging this over your head? If he was this bad at breakfast you hated to think how he would be at the gala. So maybe this is why he didn’t kill you..

All the sudden. You felt a your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out and saw you had a text from Steve. You sighed and opened it.

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“I want to talk soon. After the gala?”

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“What’s Steve want to talk about?”

You jumped and hurried to put your phone away. You didn’t realize Nat was leaning over your shoulder. Thank God he hadn’t said anything about yesterday..

“Nothing. God Nat. Nosy much?” Annoyed you took your last sip of coffee and stood up. You look a glance at Loki who’s eyebrow was raised to you as he nibbled on some toast.

“Besides, don’t we have a whole day of hair appointments and stuff?” You tried to get Nat’s attention off of your text from Steve.

“Oh crap. Yeah we do.” Shooting up from her seat she grabbed your hand. “We gotta go. Later guys.”

Nat practically dragged you out of the room. Your last look back you saw Tony raise his hand in a wave, Thor didn’t respond, but Loki…

Loki just looked at you with a smug look. He was up to something, you were sure of it.

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