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[whaliiwatching]

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[to-hell-and-beyond]

“On The Inside”

Samantha LaRusso x Female Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: Sam x fem! Tory’s sister! reader? Enemies to lovers please! Btw, I’m Cherry anon, but call me Cherry!- Cherry

OMG! A Cherry Anon ask! Sorry this took so long, I’m actually pretty proud on how this turned out.

Summary: What first starts out as protecting your sister turns into a full on Karate Battle. Little did you know what a kiss can do...

Words: 2375

“Y/n!” Your sister screamed. She had never wanted this to happen to you. Karate was her thing, in order to protect you. But here you were lying on the cold hard floor, bleeding. It was her fault, if she had just let you go and not drag you into this you could still be ok. It all started with a fight…

“I just don't want to treat Miguel like you treat everyone else!’ Sam shouted at your sister, as  she pointed her finger at her.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Tory shouted enraged. How dare this brat come here and mess with her love life and then accuse her?

“Tory?” You called out from the back door. Both girls then turned their attention to you. Standing there before was a girl, with the most beautiful hair you have ever seen. She kinda looked like a goddess. You both locked eyes before your sister interrupted.

“It’s nothing Y/n, let’s go in now.” She told you as she pushed you past the LaRusso girl. You tried to ask your sister more about her but she wouldn't budge.

“I just want to be no more Tory.”

“You want to know more?” Tory asked as she got up from the couch. “Shure I’ll tell you more. That girl is one of those rich stuck up girls, I tell you to stay away from. She’s a bitch that thinks she’s better than everyone else and can get all in my face.”

Tory then finished her rant and walked away, leaving you to stand in the middle of the living room. Was Sam really all those things? Guess beauty is really on the inside.

You were walking to school like you always do before you looked to see some of the popular students. With them was Sam. You frowned, still thinking about what your sister had just told you about her.

“You’re Y/n right? We have biology.” Sam said as she came up to you. One hand on her hip as she flashed an award winning smile at you.

“Um, Yes. Can you, um leave me alone please?” You quietly asked as his smile turned into a frown. 

“What? Why?” She kept on asking as she blocked your way. She had just met you now, why did you want her to leave?

“My sister told me to stay away from you.” Just as you said those words clicked in her mind. You were the girl that called Tory’s name, Tory must be your sister that’s why you must have wanted her to leave.

“Wait, your Tory’s sister?! So you're just gonna listen to every word that comes out of her mouth? Like some sort of pet?” You were outraged that she had even said those words. 

“Excuse me? My sister told me to stay away from you because she knew you would act like this, and it's really disgusting that you do.” You told her as you pushed past her to make your way to school.

From that point on you and Sam were enemies. You weren’t as bad as her and your sister, but you two still had bad blood. What was worse is that no matter what she did you still had feelings for her. Even when she said those bad things to your Sister you still liked her. And for that you hated her.

“I have another Karate practice, so make sure to pick up Mom’s pills ok?” You’re sister told you as she grabbed her bag and handed you the prescription.

Next thing you knew you were standing in front of West Valley pharmacy. You waited for it to be your turn as you looked and checked your texts on your phone. The line wasn’t moving that fast  as you would like so it looked like you were going to be there for a while.

“Yes Mom...Don’t worry...I’ll be fine...Love you to.” You heard the familiar voice of Samantha LaRusso behind you. Yu locked eyes as she moved to stand behind her.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. Why on planet earth would a spoiled rich girl be standing in line for medication. Maybe she was a drug addict?

“I could ask you the same thing.” She fired back as you two waited for the line to move.

“Hey Rick.” You said as you passed the familiar pharmacist the prescription. He smiled up before handing you the orange bottles.

“Make sure your Mom takes it twice a week right?” You nodded as he flashed you a smile. Sam looked you way as he mentioned your Mom but you ignored her. You didn’t need to add fuel to the fire.

You waited outside as you texted your sister when practice would be over. She had the car and the next bus wouldn’t be available till 8. The ringing of the bell chiming, made you look up from your phone to Samantha LaRusso coming towards you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I had no idea that your Mom was so sick.” You looked down as she apologized. You didn’t really believe that it was from her heart and you really didn’t need her sympathy.

“Well it's not like I wear a shirt saying “Hello, my Mom is super sick” Sam.” You fired back. She looked down before looking up to meet your eyes again.

“I-I just want to tell you Y/n that the way I’ve been treating you is wrong. My fight is between me and your sister. You're being the good sister standing up for her like that, I’m the one at fault and I’m so sorry.” She apologized, but this time it seemed to be from her heart.

“Tell that to Tory then.” You spat as you turned around to go back to your phone. If she really wanted your sympathy, that apology thing she was doing was not going to work.

“I promised my Mom I would drop this off at my friends house. She lives close to you, I can walk with you if you’d like. I know how scary those streets can be when you're alone.” You thought about it for a minute. It would be nice to not have to wait for your sister and if anything ahppens there’s always Tory to help you.

“Alright.” You agreed as the two of you began to walk. It was silent for most of the walk until Sam suddenly stopped walking and turned around to face you.

“I know this is probably really personal and you don't have to answer it. It’s just-there’s a few rumors going around that you like girls and well...I was wondering if it was true.” You scowled as she asked you the question.

“I do, so what?” You snapped as you crossed your arms to look as intimidating as you could. You couldn’t care less what this girl thought of you.

“What did Tory think about it?” Sam asked.

“Why the hell do you care!?” You shouted outraged. Couldn’t she keep all these questions to herself? It's not like you were playing 20 questions here.

“S-sorry I just wanted to now…” She turned around as you both began to walk. She actually kinda looked hurt. Maybe she was actually sorry?

“She was ok with it.” Your answer surprised Sam as she looked up back at you. “That’s actually the reason she joined Cobra Kai. One time a bunch of homaphobic guys came and they beat me up. Tory was mad that she couldn’t protect me so she joined Cobra Kai. Don't get me wrong I was happy, but I just don’t need her to protect me all the time, you know? I’m my own person.” She nodded along agreeing with you.

“But seriously Sam, why do you ask?” You turned around to face the girl as she stared down.

“W-well, there’s this girl at school and I t-think I might like it. I’m just kinda scared. I thought I was straight but here I am.” You felt sympathy for the girl understanding how hard figuring out one's Sexuality’s can be.

“Well I’m here if you need anything.” And true to your word you were. You and Sam began to hang out more and more in private and next thing you knew you actually had formed a crush on the girl. You weren’t sure that she also felt the same way but your feelings were there. 

“Moon’s hosting a party, If you want to come.” You sister invited you. You had actually become kinda close with her fellow Cobra Kais. They were really nice and you felt like a part of their dysfunctional family. 

You guessed the alcohol had taken a toll on you as you found yourself in the backyard of Moon’s home. You didn’t want to be a part of the Cobra Kai vs Miyagi-do energy that was inside. You supported your sister and the rest of the Cobra Kai’s but you didn’t want to be a part of that.

“Hey Y/n.” Sam said as she came over to you and sat down beside you. You flashed her a  sweet smile. You had seen her with Robby and you were kind of jealous. You had liked her longer than that guy had been now she existed.

“ Are you and Robby a thing?” You asked as you took a sip from your cup. Jealous friend/crush mode was now on.

“Robby? Oh no, he’s like my Brother to me and I didn’t tell you this but he totally swings there other way.” You both laughed. Yes you may have been jealous of the guy, but you were glad he knew at least who he was when it came to that. Just imagine the double dates you guys could have…

“Y/n?” Your dreams about dates were interrupted by the sweet voice of Sam. You looked at the way his lips were slightly parted and the way his hair was flowing in the wind.

“Yah Sam?” You breathed as you moved to be closer to her.

“Remember I told you about my crush on that girl?” You nodded, it was the same day you had become friends. What a wonderful day that was…

“That girl...it was you.” Sam whispered as she captured your lisp in hers. There were sparks flying everywhere as you two go more and more passionate about your kiss. Little did you know that you weren’t the only ones there…

Tory was uspatires looking for the extra cups Moon had asked her to get. She was interrupted by the view of her sister making out with the one and only Samantha LaRusso. Tory’s hatred of the girl had ever been as bad as it was at that very moment. That little rich girl and corrupted her sister, brainwashed her. This was just the beginning...that it was.

You were seated in biology class, sitting right beside your new girlfriend Sam. You both mindlessly listened to the announcements before it started to break up. You looked at each other wondering what was going on.

“Samantha LaRusso.” You both froze as you heard the familiar voice of Tory. “You know what you did, and now you’re going to pay for it.” The students around you began to whisper as all the color drained from your face. Had Tory seen you kiss Sam?

“I’m coming for you, bitch!” You were frozen to your seat and Sam rushed out to go find Tory. You knew one thing for a fact...This was not going to end well…

“I saw what you did at the Party.” You pushed past people to try to get to your girlfriend and Sister before a fight broke out but the people around you wouldn't budge.

“You kissed Y/n.” You stood frozen as the students around you began to “Oooh”. Your sister knew for a fact that you never wanted your school to find out you like girls. But she was telling everyone as she looked like she was stalking her prey. 

“Tory!” You screamed, but that apparently I did nothing as Sam froze to look at you as Tory tried to kick her. And just like that an entire fight broke out. People all around you pushing and kicking and punching as you tried to make your way to the girls fighting on the stairs. 

You were worried that Tory was going to hurt Sam or worse. You loved your sister but this had to stop. Nobody needed to get hurt.

“Tory! Tory c’mon stop!” You yelled on the top of your lungs as you pushed past more people. You saw that Miguel and Robby were fighting on the top of the staries, and that Hawk and Demitri were always fighting. Everything seemed to be going to hell.

“Y/n!” Tory yelled. She had kicked Sam making her hit the banister where you were, meaning kicking you off. They say that falling is like rewatching your life. But it wasn’t like that, you were watching a different life. A life where Tory and Sam got along and there was no Karate War. A good life you wished you had.

The crack echoed through the school as you landed on the staries. Blood escaped from your head, you knew you were going to die right then and there. Everyone stood frozen as they looked at your body laying on the ground. Sam was the first moving pushing past Tory to get to her girlfriend.

“Y/n! Y/n! C’mon wake up!” She cried as your body lay flat like that. The only sign of life was your small breaths and the fall and rise of your stomach. Tory stood there speechless as she watched the paramedics make your way to you. This was not supposed to happen. She was supposed to help you not cause you harm. 

Everyone stood still as they transported your body to the hospital. But doing so they left a bunch of morning students. A heartbroken girlfriend, a guilt ridden sister, Karate students wishing that none of this had happened. But no matter how much wishing they did, you were still unconscious, in the ambulance on your way to the hospital. 

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For You? Always.

Chapter Twenty

Summary: Ben comes home and some good things are in order...

W/C: 1.8k

Warnings: insinuated intimacy

A/N: Technically, this is supposed to be the last chapter, but there's a few more things I wanted to write for these two. Although these are side stories, it still technically means it's not done 😂 so, you all have something to still look forward to for this world that I fell in love with. Also, I'm soon going to be doing some editing of the chapters (especially the early ones) to make them just the small bit better. Thank you to everyone who read and supported this story. I love you all.

Also if anyone would like to see a specific situation (first visit to reader's parents, stories with Cody and Boga, etc.) feel free to ask me. I'd be more than happy to write that for you for your enjoyment. With that, enjoy this not really last chapter.

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“I haven’t seen them in so long,” Ben said as you walked up the few steps to your house.

It had been quite a while spent in the hospital. The doctor wanted to wait until his concussion was gone and his ribs were healed properly, due to the past.

“I’m sure Cody is just going to bowl you over,” you said with a chuckle which he returned.

“Then, it’s a good thing that my wrist is the only thing not fully healed yet.”

Over the last month and a half, you had done a lot of back and forth from the hospital. Between work and taking care of the dogs, you would see Ben. Thankfully, your neighbours were overly generous and took very good care of Cody and Boga during all of this.

“We may even need to go back to the hospital,” you joked.

Unlocking the door, you were met by the two familiar faces. For a moment, they seemed to hesitate in disbelief. It didn’t last long as they started excitedly barking and attacking Ben with months of longing to see him.

You tried hard to hide your laughter behind your hand, but it didn’t last. Ben had to sit so that he wouldn’t be knocked over, even while he was crouching. The two were practically jumping on him.

Eventually, they had turned their attention on you as well. The two were happy that they had both of you again. Together.

While you sat in the entrance of your home, you greeted Cody and Boga until they finally calmed down.

“Looks like you were half right,” Ben said, pushing back his now wild hair. “It wasn’t only Cody who bowled me over.”

The two of you laughed and you helped him up.

“Now, I can’t always be a hundred percent right, now can I?” you said with another chuckle.

In return, he gave a cheeky grin in response before thanking you.

After that, it was almost like life went back to normal. The routine of walking the dogs, Ben making dinner, and so much more. This time, though, you had a new appreciation of being with the other.

The men from your office that were recorded were charged and arrested. Everyone else seemed to find ways to apologize to Ben, and sometimes you for going off of a rumour instead of the truth.

Soon, work was normal again. Ben would come up and see you when he could, Siara and Paisley joked around about many things, and you would walk home arm-in-arm with Ben.

There was also the day that Freddy FINALLY proposed to Paisley. It brought a new optimistic air around everything.

Everything seemed so much better.

-

On your two year anniversary, Ben had said that he wanted to make a bigger deal out of it. Partially because you never got to celebrate your one year due to some events. So, he wanted to treat the two of you.

Like quite a lot of dates the two of you had, he told you that everything happening tonight would be a surprise.

So, you got ready. The dress you wore matched the colour of the topaz that you never took off. Even when you were mad at him so long ago, it had stayed around your neck.

For a moment, you just stood while looking in the mirror. You stood there until you felt familiar arms wrap around you. The feeling of his chest against your back always comforted you.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, you know,” he whispered into your ear and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Smiling, you caught a glimpse of the suit he was wearing. He was wearing the suit you hadn’t seen since just before he left for work. The one he wore the night the two of you shared the most special of moments.

“And you’re as handsome as the first time you wore this suit,” you said in reply. You felt as he moved his hands to your waist and drew small circles with his thumbs.

As he nuzzled into your neck, you felt him smile. “Maybe there’s something else we could repeat from that night.”

When you turned in his arms, you were met by his playful gaze.

Grabbing his lapels, you pulled him against you and whispered against his lips, “Maybe.” Then you kissed him briefly before pulling away to finish getting ready. You didn’t miss the slight drop in his shoulders of disappointment when you did. It made you chuckle to yourself.

When both of you were ready, the two of you walked hand-in-hand. You didn’t know where you were going, but you figured it out quickly.

“Rick’s?”

Smiling down at you, he nodded. “I did say that tonight needs to be special,” he said. Excitement ran through your mind as you thought of what he may have planned.

When you arrived, you were surprised to see the restaurant empty, save for Siara, Brian, Paisley and Freddy. Of course, Rick was there too.

Ben leaned down and whispered, “We’ll be alone after we eat. I just thought it would be nice to have everyone together for a little while.”

Nodding with a smile, you made your way to the group.

After greeting each other, you all got down to your usual group conversations that would quickly shift to different stories and groups. It was all like normal.

One thing you loved was seeing how happy Paisley and Freddy were. It was the first time you all had been together since the night Freddy proposed.

“So,” you heard Brian start, “do you have a date set yet?”

Paisley and Freddy shared a look before nodding. “Not an exact day, yet. But, we were thinking sometime next year.”

All of you shared excited smiles as some more questions were asked. You and Siara, even though you had seen it a hundred times, asked Paisley to show her ring off again.

You held Ben’s hand on his knee while everything was happening. Once in a while, he would give you a small squeeze in comfort. It made you smile a little bigger each time.

At one point, the two of you were able to take a quick moment for yourselves between the other conversations.

“What do you think so far?” he whispered as he leaned close to your ear.

“I love it, but I’m excited for later,” you whispered back to him. He smiled and gave you a quick kiss to your jaw before sitting back again. Then, he winked.

Even while all of you ate, the talking strongly persisted. There were just so many things that all of you hadn’t been able to discuss for quite a while. It had been a long time since all of you actually had time.

After food was eaten, and the drinks were finished, the others all said that they had to leave. It left the two of you alone in the restaurant for a moment. Now, you were leaning against Ben’s shoulder.

“I know that we’re now alone here, but I’d like to take you somewhere else,” he told you.

“What else do you have planned, Mr. Kenobi?” you said playfully.

“You’ll see,” he said with a grin. “Shall we?” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

Nodding, he stood up first and offered you his hand. Taking it, you easily looped your arm through his as he led you out of the restaurant.

On the way out, you said goodbye to Rick as he was at the entrance.

“Have an amazing rest of your night, Rosebud,” he said with a huge smile. Then, he looked at Ben, “Make sure you treat her right.”

“I will, sir,” he replied with a wink. A look was shared between the two that you couldn’t make out.

For a while, the two of you walked around while you talked. As you did, you hugged his arm tightly, loving the comfort. Tonight was going so well and your love for him only continued to grow in each passing moment.

After a while, you noticed that he was bringing you to a place you haven’t been in almost two years. The place where you and Ben shared your first kiss. The place where you officially became a couple.

Looking up at Ben, a large grin was painting his face. For the briefest moment, he glanced at you and quietly chuckled.

“Like I said, I wanted tonight to be special.”

When you reached the path, he unlooped his arm and took your hand. Leading you down the pathway, he held your hand tightly while occasionally looking back to you. There was excitement on his face that easily spread to you.

Like the last time you first reached the opening of the path, there was a blanket where the grassy area was surrounded by trees and bushes. The waves still possessed a calm push.

With the blanket, instead of an electric lamp, there were candles lighting the area. This gave it a beautiful yellow glow to the area.

There was also a bottle of champagne with two glasses on a small table that was basically touching the ground. Every little part of the setup only made you happier and more excited to see what else Ben had in store for the two of you.

The bright moon hung in the air and brought an extra beautiful glow to the setup. It also helped bring a special glint in Ben’s eyes as he looked into yours before leaning close.

“What do you think?” Ben said quietly next to your ear.

His curiosity was genuine as he watched your face. In response, you smiled, “It’s perfect, Obi.”

That gained you the grin that always made you melt. The one that not only spread from cheek to cheek, but one that showed all of his teeth. His very short facial hair only served to amplify it.

“Come on,” he said and grabbed your hand again. With a slower pace, he walked you over to the blanket.

When you got there, he didn’t take long to pull you to him. One hand was on the small of your back while the other still held your hand. Your free hand rested on his shoulder.

For a moment, you looked into each other’s eyes. Your heart swelled as you saw him smirk.

“May I have the honour of joining you in this dance,” he said as he reached in his pocket and started playing music from his phone. The first song: Fly Me to the Moon. Your first dance together.

“The honour would be mine,” you replied.

Easily, he swept you into a dance. It was nothing special. Mainly just the two of you swaying from side to side with small steps while enjoying the other’s warmth.

When the song ended, Ben turned off any others that may play. Looking into his eyes, you were swept away by the tenderness in them. There was also something else that seemed like he was excited about something.

Reaching up to cup his cheek, he leaned into your touch and your thought was brushed away. All you knew now was that you were in the arms of the man you loved.

You didn’t know how long it was, but the two of you stayed like that for a while. Then, you saw as he swallowed before talking.

“Y/N, I love you so much,” he started. “There’s never been anyone who I could ever see in this moment. You’ve helped me learn so much through these years.”

“Obi-Wan,” you said softly. You traced your thumb over his cheekbone.

There was no way you could describe how you were feeling. You did know, however, that, even with what was happening during your one year, you were just glad to be here now. There was nothing you would change if it threatened this all from happening.

“You are strong, independent, and I’m just lucky that you ever even smile at me,” he said. You could feel his heart racing, “I’m honoured to know that I’m one of the reasons for that smile. I’m honoured that you ever took notice of me.”

For a moment, he paused. He took your hand that was on his cheek and held it in his own.

“Now, you’ve gifted me with more than your smile. You’ve gifted me with your love of which I will never take for granted.”

With his words, tears began to fall with your smile. Gently, he wiped the tears away.

What he did next shocked you, but in a way that sent butterflies through your stomach. Ben had gotten down on one knee and held out a box holding a beautiful ring.

“Y/N Y/L/N, your smile is the only one I ever want to wake up to. Most of all, you are the only one I see by my side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

Your tears of happiness were falling again as you were truly elated. Desperately, you had to stop yourself from laughing from how happy you were feeling.

There were no questions. Although you had to keep happy tears from falling, you yelled, “Yes!”

Immediately, he stood up and crushed his lips to yours. As he kissed you, he took the ring out of the box. For a moment, you separated so he could slip the ring on your finger. Looking at each other for a small moment, you smiled then kissed each other again, just relishing the moment.

When you needed to catch your breath, you rested your head against his. He chuckled.

“What is it?”

“I forgot that we have some paparazzi,” he whispered. Then he gestured towards the bushes. “They insisted on taking pictures.”

“Ah.”

Once again, you kissed him. The two of you were too enraptured in the moment to care about the others that may be watching.

The two of you went the rest of the time pretending that your audience was never there and totally didn’t make a bunch of noise when they left. So, Ben popped the champagne and the two of you enjoyed the night while leaning up against each other watching the moon and the waves that gently danced along the sandy beach.

-

Soft lips were pressing against your bare back and shoulders when you woke up. Ben felt as you moved and tightened his arm to pull you to his chest.

Slowly, you turned so that you were facing him. The sight of him was amazing. His overly ruffled hair from last night, the beard just a little thicker, and his blue eyes looking at you lovingly.

Resting a hand on his chest, you traced a finger through the hairs there. This is the man you’re going to spend the rest of your days with.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispered.

You buried yourself into his chest and loved how he moved his arm to wrap around your back. “Do we have to leave the bed today?” you said against his neck before pressing a kiss there.

“Well, I’m sure the neighbours won’t mind having some more time with the dogs,” he replied playfully.

As he moved his hand to the small of your back, he moved so that he could kiss your neck, throat, and shoulders. You splayed your fingers through his hair as he continued until his lips meant yours.

“As much as I love the sound of it, we should probably get them.” You almost whined as he pulled away.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice had a twinge of disappointment.

All you could do was chuckle, “I never said that.”

With his signature cheeky grin, he continued.

-

A month went by, and you were sitting in the doctor’s office. Lately, you’ve been feeling terrible. Nausea, headaches, and you were more tired than usual. This has lasted just over a week now. Even Ben was starting to get worried and he was always optimistic about everything. Well, almost everything.

So, you went to the doctor. You didn’t tell Ben, as he would rather wait for it to pass over due to his dislike for medical care. When you thought about it, he had a good reason.

Right now, you were waiting for results. While you waited, you were scared for what it may be. You didn’t think to look up any symptoms before you arrived.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” the doctor called out. Meeting their gaze, they said with a smirk, “Please come with me.”

For a moment, you panicked at thinking something was wrong and they were bringing you somewhere private to tell you. That’s what you thought, but you didn’t think they’d look so positive. Maybe it was just so they could give you medicine for some sort of flu.

They invited you to sit and get comfortable.

In the moment, you were very confused. The fact that you went to a private room made you think something bad was going to be said, but the doctor still wasn’t letting up their grin.

“Is something wrong?” you asked. You really needed to know what was happening.

They smiled, “No there isn’t. You are perfectly healthy. Both you and the baby.”

Shock filled you. Did they really just say the baby? When you looked back at it, it did make sense. You were late, but you didn’t even think about it.

A smile spread across your face at the thought of the new addition. Excitement, not without being accompanied by nervousness, filled you at the thought of telling Ben the news.

“You’re about 4 weeks along. Congratulations,” the doctor said with a smile.

There were a couple things that you went over with them before you left. One thing filled your mind: telling Ben.

So, walking through the door, you were greeted by Boga. You heard music softly playing from the office, telling you where he was.

“Hello, darling,” he said as soon as you stepped through the door. He was at his desk, doing work that wasn’t needed to be done for almost a week.

“I thought we agreed that this weekend was supposed to be work free,” you said jokingly, but still seriously.

He sighed and looked slightly embarrassed, “I know but there was something bugging me.” Then, he saw the happy look in your eyes, “What did you do that has you so happy?”

“I went to the doctor,” you replied. There was a slight look of discontent but you watched as he pushed it away. “And, good news, I’m fine.”

A smile spread across his face. Then, he considered you for a moment.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?”

You nodded, putting a hand over his as you knelt down beside him. Taking a moment, you swallowed down your nervousness and took a deep breath.

“Ben,” you paused for a second, “I’m pregnant.”

At first, shock came over him. You imagined that it was what you looked like when you first found out. Finally, a small smile spread his lips.

“We- we’re having a child,” he quietly mumbled to himself. Meeting your eyes, his smile grew large, “We’re having a child!” His excited tone broke through the last nerves you had felt.

Suddenly, he slid off his chair to his knees and pulled you in for a hug.

“How far along?” he mumbled into your hair as he held you close.

“About a month,” you replied.

He pulled back and looked in your eyes before kissing you. Both of you knew exactly what a month ago was.

Then, he chuckled to himself.

“What?”

“Clearly, they’re already like us. They want to show up before our other big step.”

“Just like how you said I love you first,” you chuckled. “Now, that’s definitely a you thing.”

His smile grew. “And they’re also like you. Making me smile at just the thought,” he said softly as he brought a hand to your cheek.

“Then, I hope that they will be as kind as you,” you said, leaning into his hand.

“And as caring as you,” he came back.

No longer could you hold back. You kissed him with all of the happiness you felt. You kissed him with the happiness of your future.

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Normality is Death

Chapter Twelve ~ TS-19

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The next morning, Rick woke up, his eyes catching the bright lights of the room, which immediately blinded him. As he tried to hide away from them with a blanket, he soon realised that his head was banging profusely, which just added to his problems. Bravely, Rick lifted his head out of the blanket attempting to power through the pain, only to see the emptiness of the room. Right away he felt a surge of panic force through him but settled realise that they were, in fact, safe and protected by the C.D.C. Rick sat up grabbing the clothes he'd left lying around, still somewhat fearful that he wasn't with his family. 

Jacey watched from the table they had all sat on the night before as her father shyly walked into the busy room. 

"Hello," he addressed them all, really feeling the effects of his hangover. 

"Morning," Dale cheerily greeted making some of the adults groan. 

Jacey laughed at them before returning her gaze to her father, "Morning dad." 

"Morning, princess," He gladly returned, scruffling her hair and taking the seat next to her. 

"Are you hungover? Mom said you would be," Carl giggled. 

Rick sighed, taking a sip of water, "Mom is right." 

"Mom has that annoying habit," Lori stated as a matter of fact. 

Rick looked down at the table to the bottle of aspirin, only slightly paying attention to Glenn and T-dog's conversation, "Where'd these come from?" 

"Jenner," Lori answered. 

"Could you help me, please?" Rick sweetly requested from his wife after attempting to open it a few times. Lori did as he asked, opening the bottle easily, surprising Rick, which caused Jacey and Carl to laugh. 

"Your back still hurting?" Rick said to his daughter, which she nodded to, remembering how the pain had surfaced this morning more brutal than the day earlier. 

"What's wrong with your back, Jace?" Lori looked to her daughter, who just shrugged, not wanting to get into it. 

Rick took another pill out of the bottle for Jacey, passing it over to her, swallowing it immediately, "Thanks, dad." 

Soon after Shane walked in, much like Rick just had, grabbing the coffee pot and a cup, "Hey." 

"Hey, you feel as bad as I do?" the officer queried. 

"Worse," Shane now sat at the table, next to Jacey, which was another empty space. Lori visually tensed at his presence which no one seemed to notice except Jacey. 

T-dog walked past the group dishing out the eggs to different people and instantly noticed the scratches Lori left that littered Shane's face and neck. "What the hell happened to you? To your neck?" T-dog exclaimed. 

Shane did his best to make a puzzled face and looked around, "must've done it in my sleep." 

"Never seen you do that before," Rick appended, still unaware of the situation between his best friend and his wife. 

"Me neither," he started before bitterly looking at Lori, "Not like me at all." 

Jacey watched as her mother's attention shot down to the food, ignoring Shane. She wondered what he could've done to make her mother so uncomfortable but reminisced on how Lori had said that Shane had upset her the night before. 

Jacey had also yet to say anything about what had happened the night before in the bathroom. She didn't exactly know what they could do to help if she was honest. It wasn't like therapy was an option anymore, and besides being honest about her hallucinations would just add to the stress of the group. How would she even say it? She felt as if she couldn't just tell the whole group that she saw her dead friend last night and watched as he reenacted his final moments. It would sound crazy - well, it is crazy, she told herself. 

When Jacey looked up from her plate, she realised the extra presence in the room of their new acquaintance, Doctor Jenner. He walked in, wearing the same clothes he did the day before smiling softly. Shane and the man exchanged pleasantries as he sat down with the rest of us, tucking into the eggs that T-dog made. 

"Doctor, I don't mean to slam you with questions first thing-," Dale began before Jenner cut him off, "But you will anyway." 

"We didn't come here for the eggs," Andrea deadpanned. 

Leading us all over to the main room, Jenner looked at us all and said to VI, "Give me a playback of TS-19." VI did as he asked, projecting a mess of data or rather that's what Jacey saw it as. Seconds later, the image on the screen changed to one of a brain accompanied with an abundance of information and a large timer filling the bottom of the screen, "Few people ever got a chance to see this, very few." 

Staying close to his sister and parents, Carl asked, "Is that a brain?" 

"A very extraordinary one," Jenner spoke softly to the young child, "Not that it matters in the end. Take us in for E.I.V."  

"Enhanced internal view," VI repeated, processing the request. The display shifted into a view from the side, everyone watched mesmerised. The computer zoomed in further pinpointing a part of the screen that held a large state of colour. "What are those lights?" Shane asked the man as the picture became more detailed. 

"That's a person's life," Jenner stated, Daryl looking around the group confused on what the hell was going on, "Experiences, memories, it's everything. Somewhere in all that wiring, all those ripples of light is you- the thing that makes you unique, what makes you human." 

"You don't make sense ever?" Daryl leaned back on the desk behind him, annoyed. 

"Those are synapses," Jenner told him, "Electric impulses in the brain that carry all messages. They determine everything a person says, does or thinks from the moment of birth to the moment of death." 

"Death? That's what this is, a vigil?" Rick called out. 

"Yes. Or rather the playback of a vigil," Jenner put, dejectedly. 

Andrea walked forward, closer to where Jenner and Rick stood, "This person died? Who?" 

"Test subject 19. Someone who was bitten and infected... and volunteered to have us record the process," the doctor said, before speaking to VI once more, "VI, scan forward to the first event." VI did this, causing the brain to zoom back out the colour that once graced the image gradually was overtaken by blackness. 

"What is that?" Glenn blurted the surprise and curiosity getting the better of him. 

"It invades the brain like meningitis. The adrenal glands hemorrhage, the brain goes into shut down. Then the major organs... Then death. Everything you ever were and ever will be gone." Jacey's eyes stayed glued to the screen, to the person that was tested on. What happened to them, whoever they were, was the same thing that happened to Addie, to Mitchell and to that kind old man. It threw her into a state of morbidity. They died in so much pain indirectly because of her. They had their body shut down, their brain too all because of her. Tears began to fall freely, which came as second nature to Jacey now as she didn't even bother to wipe them. Jacey continued to watch the screen ignoring the chatter amongst the group, some regarding her, which she was happy to shut out. 

"The resurrection times vary wildly. We had reports of it happening in as little as three minutes," Jenner continued, looking at Jacey for a moment and then back to the screen, "The longest we heard of was eight hours. In the case of this patient, it was two hours, one minute... seven seconds." 

I wonder how long it was for Addie she darkly thought. 

Suddenly, the majority of the display began to change darkness branching off further, but a red streak down the base of the brain spawned. 

"It restarts the brain?" Lori inquired. 

"No, just the brain stem. Basically gets them up and moving." Jacey watched the back and forth between her father and the doctor discussing what happens to the person, "Dark, lifeless, dead. The frontal lobe, the neocortex, the human part - that doesn't come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct." 

"That's the part of me that you killed," A voice said to her from her right. Jacey jumped at the sudden voice, the voice of yet another deceased. She closed her eyes, not daring to look at her. 

"Go away," she whispered, trying to not draw attention to herself. 

"It's funny, that's what I said, what I screamed when you got me killed. All I wanted was them to go away! For them to leave! All I wanted was to live, but you took that from me," Jacey brought her hands over her ears, "Why didn't you save me Jacey? Why weren't you there? I needed you, and you left me. You left me alone to die. Just like you did with Mitchell." 

Attempting to distract herself from the booming voice, Jacey turned to the group to listen in to their conversation or even to see if they could hear her too, but Addie's voice stopped her. 

"Leave me alone, please," she whimpered softly. 

"God, you're so selfish, Jacey. How didn't I notice that when I was alive? First, you leave me for your family. Second, you get me killed. Third, you then kill me once more. And now when I'm here, alive, wanting to talk to you once more, you want me gone! You begged me to come back, remember? I don't want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere near you. I'm only here for you!"  

"Stop ignoring me!" Addie violently slammed her hand on the desk closest to Jacey. Yet still not drawing the attention of the others. Now the girl finally looked at Addie, but it wasn't her Addie, it was the dead, monstrous version of her. The version Jacey had killed. The walker jumped to Jacey, ready to take a chunk out of her neck. 

Gasping, Jacey pushed herself away from her, subsequently knocking into Daryl as she did. 

"Watch it," he spat in his gruff voice. 

"W-what? Y-you didn't see that?" Daryl looked at the girl confused, seeing nothing around that would warrant that sort of reaction. 

"What do you mean, kid? What should I have seen?" Jacey shook her head, moving away from Daryl still panicked, "You okay?" 

"M' fine. Jus' fine," She assured him, still out fo breath but glad to see no trace of Addie around. 

"Dr, Jenner," Dale started, really taking Jacey out of her hallucination and back to reality, "I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but that clock... it's counting down. What happens at zero?" 

"The basement generators. They run out of fuel," Jenner told him. 

"And then?" Her father asked, who thankfully had not seen what had just happened. Jenner ignores him and walks out of the main room, unable to meet any of their eyes. "VI, what happens when the power runs out?" Rick called to the machine. 

"When the power runs out, facility-wide decontamination will occur," VI responded. Promptly following VI's reply many of the group, including her father, ran out. 

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 5

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: And we’re back! So last week, our group finally made it to Alexandria and Gloria found her sister was there too! As I expected, she wasn’t very well liked xD she does get better though... eventually :P I really can’t wait to see what you guys think of this chapter, hehe let’s get into it!

Chapter 9

The next day, the group had been told to explore, get to know the place and meet people. Rick was surprisingly encouraging of it and so the group took off. Gloria decided to leave her daggers at home, she had planned to check out the community’s infirmary and if she was to work there, having daggers strapped to her sides may not be the best first impression. Gloria walks out to the porch where Daryl was seated on the floor, his back leaning on the rails. She looks at him and tilts her head, blinking.

“What are you doing just sitting there?” she asks, taking a few steps to him.

He shrugs, “‘m good here.” 

“Are you sure? You can take a walk with me,” Gloria says with a smile.

“The sun’s out, thought ya only liked full moon walks.” Daryl says, a hint of a smile on his lips. 

She chuckles and shakes her head, “I like walks with you, sun or moon.”

“Ya go off, I’ll be here...” Daryl says, not moving from his spot on the porch floor. 

“Okay, I’m just going to check out the infirmary, I’ll be back soon,” she tells him as she starts to go down the steps.

“Ya ain’ gon’ bring yer daggers?” Daryl calls out as he notices he doesn’t have her weapons on her.

“I don’t think I’ll need them, pretty sure I can take down anyone who comes at me here,” Gloria says, earning a snort of a laugh from Daryl.

“I think we should check out their pantry, see how well they do on runs,” Glenn says as he walks out of the house and down the steps with Maggie trailing behind him.

“Room for one more?” Gloria calls out as she follows suit behind her brother. 

Glenn chuckles at her choice of words then the three of them walk down the street together. They come across the house that is supposedly Gena’s house, she made sure to let Glenn know which one was her’s. A young man around Glenn’s age steps down the porch of that house and both Glenn and Gloria stop in their tracks when they see who the man is. Maggie looks at the two in confusion, trying to figure out why they both stopped dead in their tracks. 

“You’re kidding me... right?” Glenn groans.

“Okay... who else are we going to find here...” Gloria grimaces. 

“Glenn! Gloria!” the young man who came out of Gena’s house runs towards them and tackles Glenn in a hug as Gloria swiftly dodged out of the way. 

Glenn makes a face at his sister just before the man pulls away, grinning at Glenn, “I seriously can’t believe you’re here, man!” 

“Jacob... I can’t believe it either,” Glenn says, an uncomfortable smile on his face. 

“I never thought I’d ever see you again!” Jacob grins. 

“I never wanted to see you again...” Gloria mumbles under her breath, making Jacob look at her, but he still had a grin on his face. 

“Gloria... I missed you so much!” he says as he makes his way towards her.

“W-woah!” Gloria exclaims as Jacob picks her up in a hug. 

“You have no idea how happy I was when Gena told me you’re both here,” Jacob says, putting Gloria down and looking back at Glenn.

When Jacob turns to look at Glenn, Gloria signals to him that she is going to go and to keep him distracted. He catches her eye and nods, knowing just how uncomfortable Jacob made her feel. 

“Yeah...” Glenn says, then he gestures to Maggie, “this is Maggie, my wife.”

“Oh right! I heard from Gena that you got married in this? Woah, she’s a beauty, man.” Jacob says, shaking Maggie’s hand. 

As they make small talk, Gloria backs away and mouths ‘I love you, brother’ to Glenn then she quickly takes her leave. She turns on the next street over where the infirmary was located, Aaron had let her know where it was earlier. Gloria walks up the steps to the building and knocks on the door, waiting a short moment before the door opened. 

“Hi?” a woman with red hair in a ponytail, and glasses greets her, seeming somewhat nervous at Gloria’s sudden appearance. 

“Hi, um, I’m Gloria.” she smiles at the woman.

“I’m Denise,” she says, awkwardly waving her hand. 

“I’m part of the new group that came in yesterday, pretty sure everyone knows about us...” Gloria says, causing Denise to nod, “I just wanted to check out the infirmary, I’m apparently gonna be one of the medics working with the doctor? Pete, I think his name was?”

“Oh! You’re one of the new medics! Well, I’m one of the... other medics, please come in,” Denise says with a smile as she invites her into the infirmary, “did you want me to get Pete? I can if you want me to.”

Gloria chuckles and shakes her head, “it’s okay, I don’t actually start until tomorrow, at least that’s what Deanna told all of us. I just wanted to check it out here, if the doctor’s not in I wouldn’t want to bother him on his downtime given he always has to be on-call.”

Denise nods, pursing her lips, “you... actually worked in a hospital... didn’t you?”

Gloria nods but furrows her brows, noticing the woman’s drop in facial expression, “what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing... just... Pete’s a surgeon, you worked in a hospital, and the other medic probably has some experience in being a medic... meanwhile, there’s me, a psychiatrist.” Denise sighs, slumping down on the empty patient bed. 

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Gloria says, “a psychiatrist is still a doctor, no matter what.”

“I’m useless when it comes to saving lives and in emergencies,” Denise looks down.

“A psychiatrist heals wounds people can’t see.” Gloria tells her, making Denise look up at her.

“Did you get that out of a book or something?” she asks.

“I think I heard it somewhere,” Gloria says, making the other woman chuckle, “it’s okay for you not to have experience in these things. When this all started, I barely had experience.”

“Really?” Denise furrows her brows, “but I heard from Deanna that you helped stop someone’s bleeding.”

“That was after the world ended. Before that, I would just watch the doctors do all the work since I was only an intern. The most I did was give shots and stitches,” Gloria explains.

“At least you still have experience with stitches... You know I planned to become a surgeon?” Denise says, a sad smile on her face, “it’s what I wanted to be but then... my anxiety acted up and then the panic attacks... and that’s when I got really interested in psychiatry.”

“I know what you mean, we probably have the most stressful and pressuring job there is now,” Gloria sighs, “but hey, we’ll work through it all together.” 

“I’ll just stand in your way...” Denise looks down again.

“Denise,” Gloria calls out, making the other woman look up at her, “I’ll be right with you, I just need you to try, okay?”

Denise ponders her words for a moment before nodding with a smile on her face. Gloria understood what Denise was going through with the pressures and stressfulness of being in the medical field. She’d felt it while she was an intern and even more so after the world ended. Gloria felt that Denise was a good person who wanted to do her best. She knew that with the proper encouragement and guidance, Denise would become a fine medic. 

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Back at the house, Daryl was pacing around the living room, driving himself absolutely crazy. The others had been out for a few hours already to explore the community, leaving him at the house alone with his thoughts. He didn’t care that the people in Alexandria were watching him, eyeing him like a hawk and judging him. He knew they would no matter what, and that wasn’t what bothered him. What plagued his mind was him seeing another man hug his girl. 

Since Daryl remained on the porch when Glenn, Gloria, and Maggie left to explore the place, he was able to hear when an unfamiliar male voice called out to the siblings. He turned to catch the man picking up Gloria in a hug, regardless of her being visibly uncomfortable towards him, and seeing that made his blood boil. It took everything in him to not run over and punch the man in the face. Daryl trusted her, of course he trusted her, he just hated seeing someone who was not him embrace her the way he did. 

“Hey Daryl,” Glenn says, interrupting his pacing as he walks into the house with Maggie behind him, “everything okay?”

Daryl looks at him, mid-step and nods at him in acknowledgement. He felt stupid for feeling the way he did, but he really needed to know who the hell that guy was. 

“Yo Glenn...” he calls out just as he’s about to sit on the sofa. 

“Yeah?” he responds, looking at Daryl.

“Come here for a sec?” Daryl says, beckoning him over to the kitchen counter where he stood.

Glenn furrows his brow as he walks over to him, “what’s up?”

Daryl hesitates for a moment, biting his thumb nail nervously, “that guy... who is he...?”

“What guy...?” Glenn tilts his head in confusion.

“Don’ be playin’ dumb, tha’ prick tha’ hugged ya an’ Gloria,” Daryl says, frustration in his voice as his patience was running out.

“Oh, Jacob?” Glenn clarifies.

“Whatever his name is, who is he?” Daryl persists.

Glenn finally realizes what’s going on with Daryl and has to keep himself from chuckling, “he’s a guy on Aiden’s run team, used to be a cop before all this, but he’s not someone you need to worry about.”

“Ya know him from before?” Daryl asks.

“Yeah, we went to the same highschool, and his sister is Gena's best friend,” Glenn tells him truthfully.

“So, he’s yer friend too...” Daryl says, not liking this.

“I wouldn’t exactly call him a friend...” Glenn says, earning an eyebrow raise from Daryl, “I knew him before highschool because of Gena and he was in a few of my classes but we barely even talked. He was one of those jocks who always thought they’re better than everyone else.”

“Ya were friends with that kind o’ person?” Daryl asks, furrowing his brow in confusion, he thought that Glenn was saying he wasn't his friend just so he felt better about not liking the guy. 

“I told you, we aren’t exactly friends,” Glenn says then sighs when Daryl stares at him, “okay, long story short... he bullied me in highschool.” 

Daryl narrows his eyes at him, he knew Glenn wasn't the type to fight back, especially not in his teen years. He wanted to tell him that he should have told his older sister, but knowing how Glenn is, he wouldn't want to potentially ruin his sister's friendship with Jacob's sister. Now, Gloria on the other hand, Daryl was sure that she'd do something about it. 

“Gloria wouldn’ let that slide...” he says. 

“She wouldn’t... and she didn’t. When she found out, the next day she found him and punched him in the face,” Glenn chuckles at the memory then sighs, “but then that’s when he apparently fell in love with her...”

“What?” Daryl frowns at that, “what kind o’ masochist prick is he..?”

Glenn shrugs, “I don’t know, man. I just remember that he couldn’t stop bothering her after that... asshole even used me to get her to go on a few dates with him.”

“What?!” Daryl exclaims, he couldn’t stop the jealousy from exploding inside him as he registered Glenn’s words.

“He threatened to keep bullying me if she didn’t...” Glenn sighs as he looks down, “I practically begged her not to go and that I could take whatever he threw at me but you know her...” 

Daryl sighs heavily and nods, knowing how protective Gloria is over Glenn, she would have done anything to prevent Glenn from getting bullied, even going on dates with a prick. The thought of it made Daryl uneasy and curiosity plagued his mind again as he wondered what they did on those dates, or rather what that guy tried to do on those dates. Glenn seems to catch onto his uneasiness as he snaps Daryl out of his thoughts when he puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about him, though. Gloria still kinda hates him,” Glenn says with a chuckle.

“Ya tellin’ me not to worry about her ex who might still be in love with her?” Daryl asks rhetorically.

"Gloria says he’s just a guy she went on a few dates with to save my ass, nothing more.” Glenn reassures him “yeah, he might still be in love with her or whatever, but she doesn’t care. She cares about you, Daryl. And if it makes you feel any better, I approve of you, not Jacob.”

Daryl scoffs playfully, and he nods, “thanks...”

“No problem,” Glenn smiles at him, patting his arm, “also, let me know if you’re ever planning to kick his ass, I’d love to join in.”

Daryl snorts a laugh at his words and nods again, wordlessly promising Glenn to let him know. He felt himself more at ease after talking to Glenn, although he didn’t like that they would be living in a community with someone from Gloria’s past but he had to deal with it. Later in the evening, Gloria had come back to the house and she told Daryl about Denise. He was happy for her that she made a new friend at the community, all the while he kept quiet as he listened to her talk about her day. Daryl felt that he didn’t need to bother confronting Gloria about Jacob, he was a person from her past.

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Next Chapter

Okay so! I know that Denise doesn’t actually appear in the show until Season 6 but I love her and she deserved so much more so I just added her here haha and then we have another new character (you all probably already hate him too xD) who triggered a jealous Daryl. Reason why I thought that it was best to add more characters from Glenn and Gloria’s life before the apocalypse is because it wouldn’t really make sense to me for Gena to come to a community alone without any friends since it seemed that everyone in Alexandria originally has a family with them. Also, I just really love writing Daryl and Glenn moments ❤❤❤ Please let me know what you think about this chapter and what you guys think will happen! ^^

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[artsyclxwn]

New Face - Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: Daryl and the group take in a new member and Daryl seems to take a liking to them.

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Swearing, age gap

A/N: This is my first AU so it’s probably not the best, but I will be trying my best as this is for practice anyways! Also for the age gap: the reader is over 18 of course!

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Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Glenn were out on a supply run to get more medical supplies for Hershel and baby food for Judith, not expecting to bring home any new company. That was until they made it to a store that was basically ransacked, little to no supplies, and a few walkers they ended up killing.. 

“Michonne, have you found any yet? Even a little bit?” Rick called out quietly as to not attract the attention of any lingering walkers nearby if there were any, continuing his search in his aisle. “No. This place has been swept clean of all the things we need…” She sighed defeated, “I guess we have to find somewhere else.” Meanwhile Daryl and Glenn were near the back, searching through the pharmacy for anything they needed and anything that seemed useful; stuffing their bags with pills and rubbing alcohol. When Daryl turned the corner, he didn’t expect to see this figure that looked quite beaten up and wearing tattered clothes, cowering in the corner. He immediately could tell they were scared, “Hey I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay, you’re safe.” You looked up at this strange man, watching him put his crossbow down and hold his hand out, seeing this other man come walking over to check what was happening out. 

“What happened to you? Why are you alone? Do you have anyone?” You shook your head and took the older man’s hand who helped you get up onto your shaking legs, looking down as you were alone. You lost your camp, your family, your friends. Everything and you had to keep running to survive on your own, running out of food and water. You were tired and weak, wishing you would get some luck in this building only to be surrounded by the walkers which forced you to hide into the pharmacy. “N-No, I don’t h-have anyone anymore. I thought I would finally find some food here, but there’s nothing…” That’s when you got dizzy, letting out a small whimper as they caught you. “Alright, you’re really weak, aren’t you? C’mon.” 

They brought you out to the front of the store to these two others who looked at you strangely, listening to the two men who found you explain to them. “They seem very weak and in need of some food. We can’t just leave them here to starve and die.” Everything was getting fuzzy, trying to look around to keep yourself grounded and awake; only to fail as you felt your eyes failing you and getting heavier each passing second - before everything went black. 

You had no recollection of how you ended up in what looked like a jail cell, hearing people talking right outside which made you look up to see the man with the vest sitting at a table not far from you, fiddling around with his crossbow. “W-Where am I?” Your voice was quite raspy, begging for water which made the man look at you. “You’re safe at the prison with us. Sorry you can’t come into the cells with us, we just don’t really trust you. But we’ll get you some food and water, alright?” He was speaking so softly to you, which surprised you as he didn’t seem the type to be that chill. But then again; you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. You just nodded and leaned your head back, not trying to sit up as you knew you’d just get light headed. 

“What’s yer name?” You heard him set his crossbow onto the table with a slight clunk to the metal, “Y/N. Y-Yours?” You took in a sharp breath, waiting for his voice to fill the silent air. “Daryl. You’ve got... a nice name.” His voice had a bit of a nervous tone in it, making you just lightly chuckle which hurt your empty, aching, stomach. “Sound nervous there. Shouldn’t that be me?” The man you now know as Daryl let out a small quiet snicker, watching him softly nod from the corner of your eye. 

You both looked over as you heard the loud metal bar down unlock and open, seeing a man dressed as a sheriff come walking in with a small ration of food, carefully bringing it over to you. “Thank you.” You forced yourself to sit up, taking a moment to regain your balance before taking the food and eating it slowly, enjoying the taste of food hit against your tongue for the first time in what seemed to be forever. “Oh, I missed the taste of food.” The sheriff - or what you assumed to be the sheriff - sat down next to Daryl, beginning to ask you a bunch of questions to which you answered truthfully. Telling him what happened with your last group, your name, all the little important basic stuff. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel Daryl’s eyes on you, watching you closely, examining you. When you looked over, you noticed how quick he was to look away before he got up and left, making you question if you did something wrong. 

Few months later, you happened to join the group, contributing in helping around the prison to make sure everything was in order and safe. Daryl and you happened to become quite close, bonding any moment you could get, with you starting to worry every time he goes out onto a run. You could tell Daryl started acting a bit different around you, looking at you differently than the first few weeks of getting to know him, seeing how he was more open to you than the others which surprised you. You remembered a conversation with Beth on how she thinks Daryl likes you, but you just laughed it off as a joke. I mean - why would he like you? You two had such a big age gap, you were probably not even his type anyways you thought. Those thoughts hurt you as you could feel yourself slowly starting to fall for him. There was just something about him that drew you to him, the way he was just so patient with you as you were to him, sharing stories you would remember of your past. Although he does refuse to say some, but you still knew some he never told anyone before. 

“Hey, Y/N. Wanna go huntin’ with me? We need some more food.” Daryl called out for you who was currently busy helping to clean the guns, making you turn towards the man and give him a look as he knew well you weren’t good with a gun - or any weapon at that except a knife. “Are you sure? You know I’m not good at a gun, or bow, or whatever.” All you got in response was a little hum and a nod towards the door, making you roll your eyes and grab your gun that you never really used and followed him out to one of the trucks. You got into the passenger seat as he was insisting on driving, buckling yourself up just in case before you heard the engine start, and the truck started moving.

When you got out of the truck together, you followed him into the woods where he started to look for any tracks or signs of wildlife he could hunt. “Why do you need me to come with you?” You whispered to him not to attract any walkers, or scare away any nearby animals. “Just cause.” He shrugged before he stopped as he noticed a deer, silently pointing towards it to show you. “You see that deer? You’re going to shoot it.” You looked at him immediately quite confused on why he would make you do it. “Why? Why can’t you? I’m going to miss it and then-” You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close before he handed you the crossbow, which you took hesitantly. You could feel your heart racing inside your chest at how close he was, how he was pressing his body up against yours ever so gently. What you couldn’t feel - or hear - was his heart beating against his own, him taking in a deep breath before he spoke once more.

“Hold it like this, and you look down here to aim. Keep your arms steady now- just like that. Whenever you’re ready, pull the trigger.” His tone was soft, yet nervous as he showed you how to hold it. You took in a deep breath as you placed your finger onto the trigger, waiting for the right moment before you pulled it with a small. You watched the arrow fly past the deer, scaring it off which made you huff and a soft “fuck!”. “Hey, it’s okay, it happens. Need some more practice, that’s all.” He grabbed the crossbow and went off to pull the arrow out of the tree, you following up behind him. “I can’t do anything. I can’t shoot a gun, a crossbow- I’m useless to the group-” That’s when you felt his hands gently cup your face, looking up at him to see how he looked at you, looking at you like his heart had just broken.”No, no you’re not useless, Y/N. You help a lot around the camp, you… you help me.” You couldn’t believe what you heard- that you help him? But why would that be? “What?”

He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, leaning in as his lips connected to yours. You couldn’t believe what he just did. You couldn’t register it until the moment he pulled away - seeing you stare at him in so much confusion. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you helped me open up to someone like this. Actually make me feel alive, like a human. You make me happy. Now- I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore, I mean I did just kiss you and I’m just-“ he was interrupted when you just grabbed him by his vest, connecting your lips once more. He was caught by surprise, his hands moving down to your waist as you two enjoyed sharing this amazing moment that you would definitely not forget. “I like you, Y/N.” “I like you too, Daryl.”

[inglourious-imagines]

Baby (Cliff Booth)

Requested by: @sergeant-donny-donowitz (you should give her a follow if you haven't already, she's an outstanding writer!) I apologize it took me so damn long, I've been really busy lately.

Summary: The affection between Cliff and you is more than obvious but both of you are too stubborn to confess. All you 'need' is to involuntarily meet your ex hippie boyfriend so Cliff could save you and finally realize his feelings.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy! Requests are open!

"Hello my Hollywood star!" your voice echoed through Rick's hall as you walked in the living room with two six packs of beer in each hand. "Hey B-baby!" your actor friend got up from the coach to hug you tight. You held him probably a little bit longer than you should but you just missed him so much and haven't seen him and Cliff for such a long time because of the new job as an actor you got. 

"C'mon, have a s-seat, Baby!" he laughed and put his hand around your shoulder. You smiled happily at the random memory that just appeared in your head.

•••

"Can you stop it, Rick?" you frowned at him and started to walk away because the way he just embarrassed you in front of so many people was way behind the line. He just laughed at your behaviour and ran after you, "Jesus Y/N, don't be such a baby. I-it was just a fun."

"Yeah, maybe for you, Mr Dalton." you didn't even look at him when you said that.

"Now y-you're calling me by m-my surname? That's very m-mature."

"Can you just shut up?"

"Okay, f-fine. I'll stop it."

"Finally."

"Baby." 

"I'm so done with you, Rick fucking Dalton." 

"Ohhh, you l-love me!"

At that point, you couldn't stay angry at Rick anymore. And ever since, he'd been calling you Baby. Only in serious conversations he'd call you by your real name.

•••

"Cliff is on his way, don't w-worry." Rick said all of a sudden while making margaritas in the kitchen. "I didn't say anything." you tried to cover the sudden nervousness behind a smile.

"Then why the fuck y-you're blushing so damn hard?" he laughed loudly and turned to face you, "now tell me what has been g-going on with you two." 

You didn't even tried to stop the way this conversation was slowly going. Rick obviously knew about your feelings towards Cliff, it wasn't really hard to guess that because your red cheeks gave you away every single time. Even Cliff had to know...

"I've never seen him that h-happy when he's with you, Y/N." Rick broke the silence between you two and your heart dropped a little when you heard those words. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Don't tell me you d-don't see it! Every time he just gets to talk to y-you, his eyes sparkle and he can't help it but smile like a freaking idiot a-all the time."

And once again, your cheeks were turning into the light tone of red. "And then you're blushing so h-hard when he talks with you and this just c-completes the whole l-love story."

"Geez, shut up and drink." you laughed but deep down you were wishing for Rick's words to be true.

•••

You were lying on the coach with Rick watching nothing else but Bounty Law when there was this specific knock on the front door you'd recognize any time. You jumped on your feet maybe too happily and ran over to open the door.

"Try not to be r-red like a fucking tomato, Baby!" 

Damn it, Rick! Can you shout a bit louder so Cliff could hear you?!

Causal dark blue jeans, plain black T-shirt, mokasins, nothing special but it was probably the most beautiful thing you'd seen in the past week.

"I freakin' missed ya so much." Cliff mumbled and immediately wrapped his strong arms around your body. This was rather unusual gesture of Cliff because he wasn't the sentimental type of guy so you enjoyed this little moment as much as you could, his hand was gently rubbing your back and you felt genuinely safe. "I missed you too, Cliff." you whispered and pulled him even closer to you even though there wasn't any space left between you two.

•••

"We forgot the fucking h-hippie sucker Tex!" Rick shouted all of sudden. "Oh yeah, this idiot. I hate him." Cliff nodded and took a drag from his cigarette as he rolled his eyes at the little memory.

Cliff knew you weren't lucky when it comes to picking boyfriends and you probably knew it as well but were just too stubborn to admit it. Exactly this was eating the stuntman alive. All he ever wanted was you to be truly happy, even if it wasn't with him. And seeing you so broken from all the bad relationships, it hurt him like hell. He wanted to hug you tight, stroke your hair and kiss your forehead and tell you it'll be all fine. He wanted to fall asleep next to you as well as wake up. He wanted to walk Brandy with you. He just simply wanted you. There hadn't been anyone in his life that made him feel the way you did. 

•••

"Hey, I left something in my car, I'm gonna go get it. I'll be right back." you informed your friends, got up from the TV and quickly left the house. 

There was this nice summer breeze in the air that made you shiver a bit but you didn't mind it at all.

You didn't leave anything in the car. It was just too much for you to be in the same room as Cliff. You cursed under your breath for allowing yourself to have this kind of feeling towards him. It was impossible for you to be with him. You knew you'd probably break his heart in the end because it may not work out and you didn't want to destroy something so beautiful. 

•••

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here?"

You slowly turned around and you had to blink a few times just to make sure you're not dreaming. "Hi Tex." you breathed out and took a small step back. "What? You afraid of me, little princess? C'mon, we'll just have some fun together." he winked at you and roughly grabbed your wrist.

You were pretty scared at this moment - your heart was racing inside your chest so fast, your hands were trembling. 

"Just leave me alone. We're done." you tried to sound cold and tough but when he laughed contemptuously, you knew you failed at it. However, his smile disappeared as fast as it formed on his lips and in the next second you felt his hand slap your cheek so hard you fell on the ground and bruised your palms. 

"What the fuck is goin' on here?!" Cliff shouted and was standing right next to you in a matter of one second. He looked at you with so much love and concern, you almost forgot about the burning pain.

"You're Tex, right?" Cliff growled when he turned to the guy and clenched his fists, "listen to me, if you ever show your fucking ass here again or even lay your eyes on her, I swear I'm gonna beat the shit out of you with a can of dog food and then I'll make you eat it, understood?"

All Tex could do was nod.

"Great, now get the fuck out of here!" Cliff raised his voice and that made your ex boyfriend turn around and run away as fast as possible.

"Come here, Y/N." Cliff almost whispered and stroked your hurt cheek. You smiled at him, "Thank you for saving me."

"We should do that for the people we love."

You froze in the moment. He froze right after you when he realised what he just said. There was a small silence between you two. You saw how Cliff was trying to get some words out: "Look, I don't even know why I-" You cut him off with a small innocent kiss, something you wanted to do for some time now. Your cheek didn't hurt anymore or your palms and all you could perceive on was his lips on yours and his hands around your waist.

Well, until Rick came out of the house with a flamethrower in his hands, "Where's the fucking hippie, guys"?

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 205 -  Together

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapter 205 - Together

[Blake confesses all to Negan, but how will he take the news?]

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Hand-in-hand Blake led Negan into their room, where the last of the weak, late afternoon light, could be seen to be waning at the window at the far end of the large space.

The blonde took in a slow and deep breath, as Negan dropped his hand from hers and closed the door behind the pair of them.

Feeling her stomach doing somersaults, Blake wiped her clammy hands down the sides of her jeans before turning to look at the dark-haired Saviour.

Negan was stood there now, facing her, his chin dipped low and his eyes wide and almost fearful now in the dim light.

Blake felt herself flush, tearing her gaze away from him for the briefest of moments.

"It's getting dark in here," she mumbled, moving over and switching on a tall lamp that sat near to the window.

She was delaying, she knew that, but all this, telling Negan, well it was far harder than she thought it'd be…

"Peaches…" said Negan suddenly his voice low and almost pleading.

And Blake could only swing around and look at him, pressing her lips together for a moment before speaking.

"I'm pregnant."

The words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. In that moment she hated how they sounded. So stark and unfeeling in the midst of everything.

To her dismay, Negan didn't say anything, his face blank and unreadable.

"I-I don't know how many weeks, I-" she stopped for a moment, swallowing hard. "-I...w-we...me and Carson...we didn't get that far. I just- I wanted to tell you."

Blake saw Negan swallow too, his adam's apple bobbing up and then back down his tanned throat.

"We were careful..." he finally said. "Jeez, I mean I was usin' a goddamn rubber-"

"I know," said Blake with a shake of her head.

The pair of them were only standing a few feet apart, but right now that distance felt like miles.

"Then how?" Negan asked, his face a picture of frowning disbelief.

Blake shrugged. "I-I don't know...maybe that time the condom broke.." she said worrying at her lips again, her eyes falling to the floor.

It had just been the one time.

Both of them panting and groaning, both basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, Negan had made to slide himself from Blake only to realise that the condom had split apart.

And while the both of them were in the midst of an argument afterwards about what they should do, Mia, from the next room had begun to cry, drawing both parents attention her way.

And so the moment had been forgotten..

Blake knew that it had been irresponsible and childish to think that that one slip up couldn't have mattered. But in this world, with winter on its way, with a harvest to store, and with Mia to take care of, Blake had had enough on her mind to distract her from such a pressing issue.

"Shit," Negan muttered, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he too remembered.

Blake chewed on her lip, watching him worriedly, folding her arms over herself.

All of a sudden she felt very alone, and very stupid. As though all of this was on her. And maybe it was…

Maybe she should have been more responsible. Maybe she should have been more on top of things.

These were similar to the thoughts the blonde had had when she was with David.

But Negan was not David. This was not the same.

And the dark-haired Saviour proved that, by marching suddenly towards Blake and pulling her to him.

"C'mere, Darlin'" he murmured, as he encapsulated her in his arms, where Blake could feel warm and safe. "We'll deal with this shit together, alright. Whatever happens, you ain't on your own, you understand me?"

Blake closed her eyes burying her face in his neck, breathing in his warm and musky scent.

She knew that he probably feared losing her again. But Blake was determined not to let that happen this time.

She just needed to face facts, see the reality of the situation and what was likely to happen.

This wasn't going to be a fairytale ending. It was likely their child would never be born. It was cruel and stark, but both of them knew that now.

Negan let out a shuddering breath, resting his chin on top of her head, his bristly beard ruffling her blonde hair.

"I don't think we should tell anyone," Blake said in what was almost a whisper. "I don't want anyone knowing."

This hurt her to say, remembering back to the last time, when Negan had strutted around the Sanctuary with his chest puffed out, looking every inch the proud father, letting everyone know that Blake was pregnant. He had been so happy then, so excited about the prospect of becoming a father.

And yet now, both of them knew there was likely no chance of Blake giving him that.

Blake wanted to cry, but Negan's warm arms around her seemed to stop her.

Together they would be ok.

She knew that now.

Blake let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry," she said sadly.

And Negan didn't reply immediately, merely pressing a firm kiss to the top of her head.

"Peaches, you have no fuckin' reason to be sorry," she heard him say, as he pulled back a little to gaze down into her face. "This world is jus' gonna continue to treat us both like shit until we're dead, we both shoulda' realised that by now. It's like we survived and Mother-nature, or God, or whatever motherfucker you wanna blame, don' wan' us here, and is just rainin' down shit on us, tryin' to make our lives hell, 'til we give up, or do something stupid enough to get ourselves killed. So, we jus' gotta deal with all this an' make it through. We gotta survive, Peaches. Together. You with me on that?"

Blake stared up at him, wondering for a moment how this man could ever be called a monster? Just how he could be feared or loathed? Because to Blake right now, Negan was her saviour. The man she who had done nothing but love and protect her. The man she was determined to be with until the bitter end.

This wasn't just love anymore. This was sheer devotion. All encapsulating, and ever-lasting.

"I'm with you," she said with a nod.

Negan reached up and cupped her cheek with his hand, before skimming it down the length of her arm, taking in a long breath of air as he stared down at the blonde before him.

"This is gonna be a fuckin' shitshow ain't it?" he said in a tired voice, as Blake nodded again.

"I think so," she agreed quietly. "But the less people that know the better. If I'm gonna have to go through this, I just want it to be in private, y'know? Y-You could just say I've got the flu or something..."

Negan sighed. "Lets' just think about all that when the damn times comes, alright, Peaches?"

Blake gave a single nod, taking his hand in hers. But neither got the chance to say another words, as suddenly there came a soft knock upon the door.

So much for somewhere where they wouldn't be disturbed, Blake thought, almost rolling her eyes.

Negan gave a sniff, standing up straight, running his thumb over Blake's cheek one last time, before turning around on his booted heel, looking once again every inch the Negan everyone else here knew.

"Come in," he barked.

The door was pushed open a moment later to reveal Arat stood on the other side with a tearful Mia perched on her hip.

"Sorry, Boss...B…" said the curly haired woman, who today was dressed in a baggy green shirt and black jeans, nodding first to Negan and then to Blake. "Mia was getting a little fussy and asking for you both."

Mia, who was red in the face gave a small wail making grabby hands for Negan who was nearest, who swiftly marched forward, grabbing the toddler beneath her armpits and hauling her from Arat's arms.

"Everything okay?" Arat suddenly asked Blake staring at the blonde woman over Negan's shoulder, her eyes sweeping over Blake's face. "John from the garden said you collapsed earlier."

Arat had been such a good friend to Blake, especially after what had happened after her last pregnancy. So it felt so awful now to lie directly to her face like this.

"I...uh...Carson said I was just a little overworked and a bit dehydrated is all," she said flashing Arat a smile. "I feel fine now."

But Arat's eyes lingered on Blake's face a little longer that Blake would have liked before she nodded a little unconvincingly.

"Cool, just wanted to make sure," Arat said tilting her head to the side, her brown eyes never leaving Blake's.

"Was there somethin' else you needed?" came Negan's sharp voice suddenly from their side, as he turned, angling an eye at Arat.

Mia, whose face was buried in Negan's collar, gave an audible snuffle.

"No, there wasn't," the brown haired woman said quickly,, turning on her heel and heading out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Negan gave an loud huff once the door was closed, looking to Blake.

"You alright?" he asked in a far gentler voice that the one he had used with Arat.

Blake just glanced at him, moving over and locking the door.

All she wanted was to shut out the world.

Mia could stay with them tonight, in their bed, because Blake knew that, right now, all they needed was each other.

"Mmmhmmm," she managed to murmur, pacing over to where Negan stood and brushing Mia's hair back from her sticky face. "We all will be."

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Miles from the Sanctuary, as the last few threads of daylight left the sky, Rick dropped a large box he was carrying, to the ground with a clatter, causing the loud noise to echo off the walls of the open garage he was standing in.

"Throw any more like that and we'll have nothing to give the Saviours on Friday," came Michonne's voice from behind him.

Rick gave a sigh of frustration, scowling.

Their tribute this month unfortunately was a small one, and on top of that, with winter coming the Alexandrians were growing more and more desperate for supplies for themselves. So giving away more than half every month to the Saviours was becoming nigh on impossible.

"We can't keep doing this," said Rick in a hoarse voice. "Bowing down to Negan and the Saviours."

Michonne placed down her box quietly, before standing up straight once more and eyeing Rick.

"What are you suggesting we do?" she asked quietly.

Rick gave a shrug at this. "After this pick up, we send more people out to look for guns-"

"We don't have the resources-" began Michonne, but Rick cut across her.

"You know our people, Michonne," he said in a serious voice. "All of them would rather fight than starve."

Michonne contemplated Rick's words for a moment.

"Carl thinks there's another way. He's not going to be happy about us going out and finding more guns to piss off the Saviours…" the dreadlocked woman murmured.

But Rick gave a shake of his head.

"Well when we have the guns and the ammo, we won't just be going there to piss them off," he said, his brown eyes sparkling as he spoke. "We'll be going there to kill them. All of them. An' Carl can say what he likes, but I know how this story's supposed to end. And that's not with the Saviours in charge. Not anymore."

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[pcwpolwrestling]

PCW Extreme Election Night 2020-Part One

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[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Blue background. The top of the Capitol Building occupies the left hand side of the television screen.

Centered in the middle of the screen: “P-SPAN. THE POLITICAL CHANNEL.”]

P-SPAN Announcer (off screen): The P-SPAN Network bring you long-form public affairs programming from the nation’s capital and are a public service of…

[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Logos of twenty three different cable and satellite television companies replace the Capitol Building and P-SPAN graphic.]

P-SPAN Announcer (v/o): …your television provider.

[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Returns to the blue background with the top of the Capitol Building occupying the left hand side of the television screen with “P-SPAN. THE POLITICAL CHANNEL.” centered in the middle of the screen.]

P-SPAN Announcer (v/o): P-SPAN. The Political Channel.

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Political Championship Wrestling Extreme Election Night 2020-Part One Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon Wauseon, Ohio Taped Tuesday November 3rd, 2020 Thursday December 31st, 2020

Announcers: ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave AGE: 50 / HT: 5’ 11” WT: 195 HOME: Philadelphia, PA HAIR: Brown / STYLE: Like Ronnie Dunn / FACE: Goatee DRESS: Brown suit without tie

Colleen Crowder ‘Low Level New York Times Reporter Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ AGE: 38 / HT: 5’ 5” WT: 142 HOME: New York City, NY HAIR: Black / STYLE: Curly / FACE: Narrow face with rounded jaw, turned-up nose, faint freckles, and thin lips. Bulging blue eyes, thin eyebrows. DRESS: Black pants suit

SHOW OPEN The crowd starts out with a “PCW! PCW!” chant to start the show.

‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave comes out with a lifesize cardboard cut-out of Shania Twain and says, “Welcome to PCW- Loose Cannons LOCK AND LOAD!”

The crowd continues the “PCW” chant- much to the annoyance of Suave’s real life co-host Colleen Crowder.

Johnny Suave: “We are coming to you tonight from Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon in Wauseon, Ohio at the northeast corner of the intersection of Airport Highway and Shoop Avenue,” Suave continues.  “I am Johnny Suave. This hot piece of cardboard is Shania Twain and tonight we find out who will be the PCW CEO for the next four years- current PCW CEO Donald Trump (American Patriots) or challenger Joe Biden (Progressive Alliance).”

Crowder glares at and then elbows Suave in the side at the omission of her introduction.

Suave responds in the most unenthusiastic way possible.

Johnny Suave: “Oh.  And this is Colleen Crowder- a low level New York Times reporter trying to make a name for herself.”

Colleen Crowder: “Really?  Do you have to say it like that?”

Suave ignores her and quickly moves on.  He introduces a video clip from 2016’s Extreme Election Night when Trump defeated the Progressive Alliance’s Hillary Clinton.

(REPLAY: Extreme Election Night 2016- Donald Trump (American Patriots) vs. Hillary Clinton (Progressive Alliance) -It’s not looking good for Trump.

The mainstream media and the Washington DC establishment have interjected themselves into this match at every opportunity including Don Lemon of CNN, the Washington Post’s Eugene Robinson and Dana Milbank, and the New York Times’s David Brooks and Paul Krugman.  Even some members of the American Patriots, John McCain, Lindsey Graham, former Jeb Bush, and Mitt Romney charge the ring on Clinton’s behalf and a huge scrum explodes.  Trump finds himself swallowed up by a mass of humanity as members of each group literally throw each other out of the way to get to him.

Cut to Paul Ryan.  He’s whistling while he ever so subtly tries to inch away from the ring, hoping that no one can see him subtly trying to inch away from the ring.   Mitch McConnell?  He’s gone from ringside and nowhere to be found.  The rest of the establishment?  Sitting in their seats reading the Wall Street Journal or on their phones making plans for their golf getaway.

Then…

-Deplorables ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan, ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay, and Charlie Blackwell stream to the ring followed by forty other people.  Bryan hops up on the ring apron.  He drapes Dana Milbank’s neck over the top rope and drops to the floor causing the Washington Post columnist to whiplash off the ropes and onto his back.  McAvay wields a Big Bertha Driver and takes down Chuck Schumer (Progressive Alliance) and Lindsay Graham (American Patriots).  Mitt Romney sees McAvay using the driver to pole axe his way through the crowd.  He wisely uses discretion and decides to slip out of the ring.  Blackwell jumps into the ring wielding a steel folding chair and starts taking people out left and right: Paul Krugman, Don Lemon, and Jeb Bush.

The American Patriots, Progressive Alliance, and media contingent still in the ring decide to hastily exit stage right leaving just Trump, Hillary, McAvay, Blackwell, Bryan, and the forty-odd Deplorables inside.

Blackwell and McAvay re-station themselves outside the ring and the Les Miserables surrounding the squared circle.  The ring steadily clears and when it does, leaving just Trump and Hillary inside, there’s an unpleasant realization for one side.

Johnny Suave: FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!

Clinton eventually has to submit to Trump’s figure four leg lock submission and Trump becomes the new PCW CEO.

Crowder complains… again… that Russian referee Corrina Romanov interceded on Trump’s behalf and cost Hillary Clinton the match.

“Who will leave here tonight as the CEO of PCW?,” Suave continues, again ignoring Crowder.  “Will Donald Trump (American Patriots) book himself another four year stint at the top of the political universe?  Or will Joe Biden (Progressive Alliance) put an end to Trump’s run and take PCW in a different direction?”

Colleen jumps in to point out polls indicate that Joe Biden will win tonight and win very easily.

Johnny Suave: “Because your polls was so correct four years ago.”

Suave then eats another elbow from Crowder.

The entrance music brings out the owner of PCW Dawn McGill as she makes her first appearance of the evening, much to the enthusiastic fanfare of the overwhelming majority inside Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon.

PCW Owner Dawn McGill

But not Colleen…

Colleen Crowder: “She’s the real problem! She just doesn’t get it.”

The camera pans around the arena.  First…

The Deplorables/Les Miserables section of the bar: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay, ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan, McAvay’s wife and one half of the famed West Texas Adult Entertainment duo Dark and Stormy, Stacee (Dark) Perry.  Paige ‘Stormy’ Reynolds is also there along with Bert the Janitor and General DeBauchery- who looks like a bizarre combination of the AWA’s Colonel DeBeers and Lt. Aldo from Inglorious Basterds, sporting a black captain’s hat right out of World War II, smoking a cigar and grinning obnoxiously, Al Cahall- sporting six pack abs…oh…that’s a six pack in front of his abs- all on their feet cheering wildly.

Colleen Crowder: “And so are they. They’re the problem too!”

Next…

The Conservative Inc. section, the American Patriots/Never Trumpers/country club set (Bill Kristol.  Charlie Sykes.  Jonah Goldberg. David French.  Tom Nichols.  David Reaboi.  Jennifer Rubin.  David Brooks, Ben Sasse, Mitt Romney, Rick Wilson, George Conway, John Kasich. and S.E. Cupp)- are on their feet as well but not cheering all that wildly.

Finally…

Then there’s Progressive Alliance section.  Professor McCarthy waves his ‘good book’ (the good book that tells us things that are correct or incorrect to say, think, or believe) in the air while his Flock- The Green World Order (Peta from PETA, GreenPete, ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee, and PeaceNick), the Young Jerks (Zenk Cryger, James Idahola, and Anna- the foul-mouthed sidekick), the Deep State (One and Two), Emily S. List, and Code Pink- all sit in their seats not happy to see McGill step out on stage.

McGill smiles and acknowledges the crowd.

Her smile goes away the second Nancy Pelosi (Progressive Alliance) and Mitch McConnell (American Patriots) walk out and join her.

Nancy Pelosi (CA-Progressive Alliance and Mitch McConnell (KY-American Patriots)

COMPROMISE AGREEMENT Dawn has a microphone.

Dawn McGill: “WELCOME EVERYONE TO P-C-W’S EXTREME ELECTION NIGHT 2020!”

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

McGill proclaims PCW is back and the faithful jammed inside Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon cheer her on.

Crowd: “Thank you Dawn (clap clap clap-clap-clap)!  Thank you Dawn (clap clap clap-clap-clap)!”

Dawn McGill: “This show belongs to YOU!  The people!  This show is made by the people for you- the people!”

More wild cheers and thunderous applause.

Next, she tells the PCW faithful that she needs to make a quick announcement before Extreme Election Night 2020 gets under way.

McGill surprises many in the crowd when she announces that she’s reached a compromise agreement with Pelosi and McConnell and Joe Biden and Donald Trump will NOT wrestle each other in the main event tonight.  Cue boos.  McGill herself does not look all that pleased at this development either.

“Tonight’s main event will be ‘Stars N. Stripes’ Kevin Scott of the American Patriots with Donald Trump in his corner versus ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels from the Progressive Alliance with Joe Biden in his corner versus Charlie Blackwell of the American Heartland Coalition for the PCW Title,” McGill explains.

Suave wonders if Mitch McConnell (KY-American Patriots) sold out Donald Trump by agreeing to the compromise agreement?

Dawn McGill: “Per the terms and conditions agreed to with Ms. Pelosi and Mr. McConnell, the PCW CEO will be named after the match in the same way it used to be- by the owner of PCW which in this case. . .”

McGill turns to Pelosi and McConnell and smirks.

Dawn McGill: “. . . is me.”

Pelosi’s smile suddenly goes away.

The crowd again expresses their support of Dawn McGill.

Crowder protests.  Suave points out that former owner Bubba Jackson was the one who chose Barack Obama not once but twice.  “I’m sure Dawn McGill can make a well-reasoned and fair decision here.  I trust her a lot more than would trust your colleagues,” Suave declared.

Yeah, that doesn’t go over well.  But before Crowder can work up enough righteous indignation to respond…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

VOICES OF ‘REASON’ …CNN’s Jake Tapper and Brian Stelter come out and walk to the ring and gives the PCW fans a chance to express their righteous indignation.

Colleen Crowder: “It’s about time voices of reason come out and set these idiots straight.”

Tapper and Stelter both climb in.

Tapper reassures Crowder that ‘she’s not alone’ in having to put up with people who are unable to accept reality.

Jake Tapper: “There are some people that are so mendacious, I wouldn’t put them on the air, period.  Like Kayleigh McEnany…”

Stelter shakes his head and mutters “she’s the worst.”

Jake Tapper: “These are just people who tell lies the way that most people breathe-”

*WHAM!*

Crowd pop.

Johnny Suave: “HOLY CRAP!  IT’S KAYLEIGH McENANY!”

And her steel folding chair.  The crowd roars as Tapper falls to the floor.   Stelter turns around and…

*WHAM!*

…he’s face down on the mat.

More crowd popping follows and causes Crowder to become even more indignant.

Colleen Crowder: “SHE CAN’T DO THAT!”

A referee suddenly races down to the ring.

Colleen Crowder: “WHAT?”

Johnny Suave: “WE’VE GOT AN IMPROMPTU MATCH!”

Colleen Crowder: “NOOOOOO!”

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MATCH #1-HANDICAP MATCH

Trump Spokesperson Kayleigh McEnaney vs. CNN’s Jake Tapper and Brian Stelter

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**DING-DING**

Both Tapper and Stelter remain on the mat.

Jim Acosta runs in…

*WHAM!*

…and joins them.

Don Lemon rushes down…

*WHAM!*

…yep, same result.

Kaitlan Collins…

*WHAM!*

…down and out.

Johnny Suave: “HERE COMES JEFF ZUCKER!”

The President of CNN rolls into the ring.  He’s pissed and starts shouting at McEnaney.

The result?

*WHAM!*

Zucker finds himself careening through the ropes to the outside.

Crowder goes full on apoplectic now.  “SHE CAN’T DO THAT!” she shouts at the top of her lungs.

McEnaney throws the chair down and drags Tapper on top of Stelter.  She sticks her foot on top of the pile.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE!

**DING-DING-DING**

WINNER: Kayleigh McEnaney @ :30

Johnny Suave: “Kayleigh McEnaney just wiped out CNN!”

McEnaney grabs the microphone.  She calls what just happened tonight “a therapy session for a broken network” Then McEnaney drops the chair and leaves.

Colleen Crowder: “Kayleigh McEnaney doesn’t get to determine what the truth is- that’s our job.  We determine the truth.  We determine the narrative.  We determine the news the people need to see.  We determine the way that the people should react.”

Johnny Suave: “Just like pro wrestling.”

Suave winks.  Colleen just glares at her broadcast partner.

Johnny Suave: “That’s the problem.  Most people would rather you just report the news and let us figure out how we feel about it.”

Crowder starts to respond.  Suave cuts her off and runs down the rest of the card for tonight.

ARIZONA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Martha McSally (American Patriots) vs. Mark Kelly (Progressive Alliance)

MICHIGAN SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Gary Peters (Progressive Alliance) vs. John James (American Patriots)

SOUTH CAROLINA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Lindsey Graham (American Patriots) vs. Jaime Harrison (Progressive Alliance)

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE FACTION WAR GAMES HOUSE MATCH: Progressive Alliance vs. American Patriots

PCW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH: Jill Berg Enterprises: P.M.C. Banks and Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots) vs. The Green World Order: GreenPete and ‘Vengeful Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee (Progressive Alliance) vs. The Deplorables: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay and ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (American Heartland Coalition)

PCW WOMEN’S TITLE MATCH: Kathryn Randall Collins (Progressive Alliance) vs. ‘Alaskan Rogue’ Sierra Whalen (American Patriots) vs.  ‘Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl’ Tessa Martin (American Heartland Coalition)

MAIN EVENT/PCW TITLE MATCH: ‘Starz N. Stripes’ Kevin Scott (American Patriots) vs. ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels vs. ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (American Heartland Coalition)

PCW CEO Donald Trump (American Patriots) and challenger Joe Biden (Progressive Alliance)

Finally, either Donald Trump  or Joe Biden will be chosen to become the CEO of PCW for the next four years.

Crowder says all the ingredients are there for a blue wave to sweep through PCW.  Suave responds that we’ll find that out soon enough and sends it back to the ring for the second match of the night.

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MATCH #2-ARIZONA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH:

Martha McSally (American Patriots) vs. Mark Kelly (Progressive Alliance)

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McSally returns after losing two years ago to Krysten Sinema at Extreme Election Night 2018.  Can she pick up her first PCW win over former astronaut, and husband to Gabrielle Giffords, Mark Kelly?  Or will Kelly continue the recent trend of Progressive Alliance wins in Arizona?

**DING-DING**

Johnny Suave: “And we are underway!”

Kelly and McSally circle.  Wicked chop hits McSally and then she takes a headbutt from Kelly.  Whip to the ropes – scoop slam to McSally by Kelly.  Another whip to the ropes – McSally ducks – off the opposite ropes – Kelly evades a right hand – belly to back suplex to McSally.  Cover.  McSally kicks out.  Kelly with a headlock – McSally reverses and takes down Kelly.  McSally waits – and spears Kelly to the mat.  Cover One – two – kick out.  Waistlock by McSally – Kelly reverses and takes McSally down with a judo takeover.  Leg drop by Kelly.  Cover.  One – two – NO!  McSally gets the shoulder up.  Kelly drags McSally up and pops her with a steel folding chairshot.   McSally looks done.  Kelly hooks the leg.  One – two – NO!  McSally kicks out before the 3.

Colleen Crowder: “That’s it!  I’m calling the match for Mark Kelly!”

Johnny Suave: “The match is not even remotely close to being finished-“

Colleen Crowder: “Nope!  It’s over!”

Kelly swings the chair again – McSally dodges.  She goes springboard off the ropes and kicks the chair into Kelly’s face.  Right hand by McSally drops her and the fans fire up!  Kelly back up – McSally with a waistlock.  Kelly escapes – but runs into a roll up.  One – two – Kelly slips out in time and then decks McSally with a front kick.  Cover.  One – two – NO!  McSally gets her shoulder up in time.  McSally goes to the ropes and rushes at the champion.  Kelly greets her with a chop that literally takes McSally right off her feet!  McSally scrambles up – Kelly measures and SUPERKICK!  McSally collapses to the mat.  Cover.  One – two – NO!   And then a spinning knee from Kelly and again, McSally is down.  One – two – NO!  McSally miraculously escapes again.   Kelly reels McSally in, but McSally wrenches free, only for Kelly to waistlock, spin and LARIAT!  Hook of the the legs.  One – two – NOOOOOOO!

Johnny Suave: “McSally kicked out at the very last second!  It’s not over yet!”

Colleen Crowder: “Nope.  We’ve already called it.  The match is over.”

Shaking his head, Kelly methodically rolls out of the ring and pulls a table out from under.  He sets the table up in the ring and brings McSally back to her feet – McSally fights out of a grapple and chops Kelly.  Arm drag takedown by McSally and she goes top rope. Then…

Johnny Suave: “WAIT A MINUTE!  THAT’S ARIZONA SECRETARY OF STATE KATIE HOBBS!”

Hobbs (Progressive Alliance) to ringside.  She goes to McSally and shoves her off the top rope.  McSally flies and goes through a table.

Johnny Suave: “HOLY CRAP!”

Now it’s Kelly’s turn.  Kelly sets McSally up on his back. Gory Special sends McSally face first to the mat and shook the ring.  Kelly covers.  One….two….THREE!!

WINNER OF ARIZONA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Mark Kelly (Progressive Alliance) @ 7:54

The referee hands Kelly the medallion.

Johnny Suave: “McSally did everything she could.  Katie Hobbs’s interference helped swing the match to Mark Kelly.”

Crowder is blatantly cheering on the result.  She’s going full on gloat.

Colleen Crowder: “What did I tell you Johnny?  We called the match and we were right!  Blue Wave baby, Blue Wave!  First Martha McSally, next Lindsey Graham.”

Suave expresses skepticism about Graham losing tonight.

Colleen Crowder: “The polls and our narrative say Graham’s going down.”

CALIFORNIA DREAMING California Governor Gavin Newsom.  No mask.  Dining out with some ‘friends’ inside a swanky restaurant while normal Californians are subjected to strict guidelines against large gatherings and ‘staying home.’

Newsom makes a plea for Joe Biden to bring PCW to California.

Suave notes that Dawn McGill is on record as stating that as long as she’s the owner, PCW will never set foot in California.

Gavin Newsom: “Joe.  When you win later on tonight and become the new PCW CEO, don’t forget that California is open for business!”

In the background, an endless parade of moving trucks pass by.

Newsom says forget holding PCW shows in rednecky bars out in the middle of Nowheresville USA-California is the place PCW should be.  He hails California as the home of Silicon Valley, Hollywood, the Pacific Coast, Disneyworld-

Johnny Suave: “Closed.  Employees laid off.”

Gavin Newsom: “And-“

Johnny Suave: “Choking regulations that is driving business out of the state.”

Several moving trucks honk as they drive past.

Suave also notes an average California home costs $440,000 (two–and–a–half times the average national home price of $180,000) and that the average monthly rent is about $1,240 (50 percent higher than the rest of the country-$840 per month).

Behind Newsom, Elon Musk looks at him with disgust.  Then he leaves and hops on a moving truck.

Gavin Newsom: “With all that, it’s no wonder that California is the place to be.  So come to California, PCW.  And, oh, make sure you bring your checkbook…”

Suddenly, the electricity goes out and the restaurant is left in total darkness.

Gavin Newsom: “…so you too can live the California dream!”

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MATCH #3- SOUTH CAROLINA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH:

Lindsey Graham (American Patriots) vs. Jaime Harrison (Progressive Alliance)

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Colleen Crowder: “Our polls say that Lindsey Graham is in trouble.  I predict he’ll fall before the big Blue Wave that’s coming!”

Johnny Suave: “Well?  We’ll find out in just a moment. Will this be Lindsey Graham’s biggest battle yet?  Will Jaime Harrison bring the South Carolina Medallion to the Progressive Alliance?”

…Harrison goes waistlock – Graham elbows him away!  He drives his shoulder into Harrison’s gut and drives him into the corner turnbuckle.  Graham then with a forearm shot and runs at Harrison again – shoulder into the stomach topples him over.  Cover.  One – TWO!

Johnny Suave: “Harrison kicks out.  But the surprise here is just how tenacious Lindsey Graham has been tonight about defending his South Carolina Medallion.”

Crowder calls Graham’s effort noble but futile. She still maintains that Harrison will win.

Graham doesn’t let up.  Hip toss sends Harrison to the middle of the ring.  Cover – One – TWO!  Again Harrison kicks out. This time he rakes Graham’s eyes and whips him into the corner.

Colleen Crowder: “Here we go!  Jaime Harrison is going to-“

Graham counters with a raised foot to the face.  Graham waits – he launches himself at Harrison –LARIAT!  Cover.  One – two – THREE!

WINNER OF SOUTH CAROLINA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Lindsey Graham (American Patriots) @ 3:15

Johnny Suave: “And the answer is no.  Crowder was not correct and Lindsey Graham wins comfortably.”

Suave turns to Colleen for her take on the match.

Colleen Crowder: “The match isn’t over yet, Johnny.  We haven’t called it yet.”

Johnny Suave: “The referee just made the three count.  It’s over.”

Colleen Crowder: “Nope.  It’s not until we call it and say it’s over.”

JOE BIDEN INTERVIEW Shaking his head, Suave moves on.  He recounts Extreme Election Night 2008 and 2012 where the then-owner of PCW came out after the main event and announced who would be the PCW CEO for the next four years.

VIDEO REPLAY: –2008.  PCW Owner Bubba Jackson names Barack Obama (Progressive Alliance) as the winner and new CEO of PCW.  He shakes hands with his opponent John McCain (American Patriots).

-2012.  Jackson again names Obama as the winner.   Obama’s opponent Mitt Romney (American Patriots) walks over and shakes hands with the returning PCW CEO.

Johnny Suave: “Then in 2016 after Dawn McGill took over ownership of PCW, Donald Trump defeated Hillary Clinton inside the ring to succeed Barack Obama.  But tonight, we return to the old way.

Cut to: Outside Dawn McGill’s office.

Inside Dawn’s office.  The Progressive Alliance’s Joe Biden.

Johnny Suave: During Extreme Election Night, the candidate is interviewed by the PCW owner.

The door opens.  Biden and his candidate for Aide de Camp Kamala Harris emerges from McGIll’s office.

There’s a perfunctory handshake between McGill and Biden just outside her office that seems more than a little bit awkward.

Then Biden goes to the podium to talk briefly to his supporters.  There’s eight of them on hand- socially distanced standing in appropriately separated circles.

Biden gives a brief statement and ends with…

Joe Biden: “We’re going to build back…um…to make better…changes so we can…change for the… better.”

He also added.

Joe Biden: “TRUNALIMUNUMAPRZURE!”

Scattered applause.

Cut back to Suave and Crowder.

Colleen Crowder: Ladies and gentlemen.  This is your next PCW CEO!

Johnny Suave: Next in to see PCW Owner Dawn McGill- the current CEO of Political Championship Wrestling, Donald Trump.

Crowder gives a thumbs-down to Trump and ‘boos.’

Cut back to outside Dawn McGill’s office.

TRUMP INTERVIEW Following Trump’s interview with McGill, he and his Aide de Camp Mike Pence exit her office- both smiling.

Trump and McGill share a more effusive handshake, again everyone all smiles.

Trump then goes to the podium and addresses the enthusiastic two hundred and fifty people who’ve crowded into a very tight area to hear him speak.

Colleen Crowder: Really?  Where’s the social distancing?  Where’s the masks?  This is irresponsible.

Trump gives his break remarks and ends with…

Donald Trump: We are one movement, one people, and one family!  Together we will make PCW great again!

Big cheers follow.

Cut back to Suave and Crowder.

Johnny Suave: “So Colleen, how’s that Blue Wave coming along?”

Colleen Crowder: “Shut up!  The night isn’t over yet and we still haven’t called the Lindsey Graham-Jaime Harrison match.”

Johnny Suave: “I’ll make it easy for you. Graham has the medallion.  He won.  Harrison lost.”

Colleen Crowder: “But we didn’t call it-“

THE AMERICAN PATRIOT BOX Quick cut to the American Patriots’ box.  The Coke Brothers-Charles and David, financiers and mover and shaker of the American Patriots, glares towards the ring from his suite.  He plucks his phone from a suit pocket and punches in a number.

PROGRESSIVE ALLIANCE BOX Quick cut to the Progressive Alliance box.  George Moros, big money spender and mover and shaker in the Progressive Alliance, has a sour look on his face as well.

TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH TIME Suave announces it’s time for the big three-way PCW Tag Team Title match.

First team out…

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

Pop. Big…big pop.

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

The crowd erupts when the video screen shows the door to a dressing room in the back. A police escort is waiting at the door. One of the policemen knocks on the door.

Policeman: “Ms. Berg. It’s time.”

Colleen Crowder (voiceover): What do you mean it’s time? It’s time for what?

The door opens and eight male bodyguards walk out of the dressing room encircling a petite 95 pound woman and her executive assistant Melissa in the middle. The woman, dressed in a smart, dark business suit and heels, is busy talking on her cell phone.   Melissa furiously scribbles down notes as the group makes their way towards the ring followed by P.M.C. Banks and Kirk Walstreit.

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

A huge roar greets the procession as it emerges from the back onto the stage and starts their way down the ramp.  Two of the bodyguards use a fire extinguisher to create a fog like effect as the ‘Queen of Greed’ Jill Berg walks through. Two others hold sparklers up in the air as she passes by.

Berg and her Executive Assistant Melissa leads Banks and Walstreit out to the stage.

Jill Berg Enterprises MGR: ‘Queen of Greed’ Jill Berg ASST: Melissa P.M.C. Banks AGE: 30 / HT: 6′ 1″  WT: 230 / HOME: New York City, NY FIN: Bank Statement Overdraft Kirk Walstreit – ‘Wall Street Market Analyst with the Man Crush on ESPN’s Kirk Herbstreit.’ AGE: 34 / HT: 6’ 2” WT: 220, HOME: New York City, NY FIN: Stock Market Plunge

Berg leads the group down to the ring. Once inside the ring, Walstreit walks around holding up a velvet painting of ESPN’s Kirk Herbstreit. Why? Who knows. That’s just what he does.

Next out…

♫ “Do you hear the people sing? – Singing the song of angry men?”

The camera pans over to the Deplorable’s section of the arena.  Ray McAvay and William Daniels Bryan high five while Charlie Blackwell and ‘No Frills’ Chris Escondido stands up from their seat.

Crowder is not happy to see them.

Colleen Crowder: “BOOOO!  BOOOOO!  These Deplorable idiots are the ones responsible for Donald Trump winning in 2016!  BOOOOO!”

The Deplorables MGR: Bert the Janitor ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay HT: 6’ 3” WT: 215 HOME: Fort Stockton, TX FIN: McGill Bomb Valets: West Texas Adult Entertainment Legends Dark and Stormy William Daniels Bryan– ‘The Prairie Populist’ -4 time PCW Champion.  Former PCW Television Champion HT: 5’10″ WT: 180, HOME: Platte, Nebraska / FIN: Cattle Mutilation or the Crane Kick SUBGROUP: General DeBauchery, Al Cahall, Nic Koteen

Also rising from their seats, General DeBauchery- who looks like a bizarre combination of the AWA’s Colonel DeBeers and Lt. Aldo from Inglorious Basterds, sporting a black captain’s hat right out of World War II, smoking a cigar and grinning obnoxiously, Al Cahall- sporting six pack abs…oh…that’s a six pack in front of his abs and the man smoking a cigarette in violation of several anti-smoking ordinances…as usual, Nic Koteen.

McAvay and Bryan stands up and edges towards the aisle. Blackwell, and Escondido follow.  Then General DeBauchery, Cahall, and Koteen.  Before McAvay and Escondido start to descend down the steps towards the rail separating the stands from the floor, McAvay turns around and gestures to the Les Miserables to join him.

The Deplorables rise up from their seats and line up behind him and Escondido as the pair start their way down towards the ring.

The camera spots West Texas Adult Entertainment Legends Dark and Stormy with their protégée Starbrite, all sporting the PCW Ray McAvay “Show Up. Punch In. Shut Up.  Get to Work” baseball jersey, marching along with the other Les Miserables as McAvay and the procession head down to the ring.

McAvay, Bryan, Blackwell, Escondido, and the rest reach the steel barricade around ringside.  One by one, they climb through the railing down to the floor and march towards the ring.

Then finally…

WE’RE CHANGING EVERYTHING!

The song opens with a full minute and a half of abstract acapella tones.  The wrestlers already in the ring wonder what the hell is with the music.

They’d find out soon enough after another minute of somber keyboard strikes and overlaid whale calls.

Male Voice: “My name is Brock Cole Lee.  You can call me the Vengeful Vegan.  And I’m here to let you know one thing.  It’s time for a new force to emerge.  It’s time for someone to come in and take over.  It’s time for us- the GREEN… WORLD…ORDER!”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Brock Cole Lee: “That’s right.  Boo us all you want.   The bottom line is . . . the Green World Order is here and WE’RE CHANGING EVERYTHING!”

This excites Crowder.

Colleen Crowder: “They’re changing everything Johnny!”

Johnny Suave: “They’ve been saying that since 2005.  I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Lee, his tag team partner GreenPete, and valet Peta from PETA- who spends most of the trip to the ring shouting at people for eating hamburgers and other assorted objectionable food.

Green World Order Valet: Peta from PETA GreenPete HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 195 / HOME: Los Angeles, CA FIN: Harpoon (modified spear or gore) ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee HT: 6′ 3″ WT: 192 / HOME: New York City, NY FIN: The Juicer WITH: PeaceNick

All three teams in the ring now.

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MATCH #4-PCW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH:

Jill Berg Enterprises: P.M.C. Banks and Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots) vs. The Green World Order: GreenPete and ‘Vengeful Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee (Progressive Alliance) vs. The Deplorables: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay and ‘The Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (American Heartland Coalition)

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Johnny Suave: “This is NOT an elimination match.  The first team who gets a pinfall will be the new PCW Tag Team champions.”

Colleen Crowder: “GO GREEN WORLD ORDER!”

P.M.C. Banks, McAvay, and GreenPete will start.  Outside the ring, The ‘Queen of Greed’ Jill Berg watches with arms folded.  The Green World Order’s PeaceNick chants peaceful, pacifistic mantras while Peta continues to berate people at ringside for eating meat.  The Deplorables at ringside clap their hands and cheer on McAvay and Bryan.

Brock Cole Lee and Kirk Walstreit taunt each other on the ring apron.  Banks and GreenPete do a lot of talking while McAvay and Bryan confer.   Banks shoves GreenPete.  GreenPete shoves Banks.  Head butt by GreenPete staggers Banks.  He slams him down.  Cover.  One – two – McAvay makes the save.

Banks rolls out of the ring.  GreenPete tags out to Brock Cole Lee who tells Banks to get his ass back into the ring.  Banks and Walstreit talk strategy outside the ring with Jill Berg.   Finally, a ten count begins and Banks returns.

Banks ties up with McAvay.  McAvay gets leveled from behind by Lee.  Banks decides he’s had enough and tags out to Kirk Walstreit.  Walstreit rushes in – Lee gets a takedown.  Waistlock by Lee – he holds on as Walstreit tries to escape.  McAvay back up and he’s got a chair thanks to his tag partner.  *WHAM!*  Walstreit then German Suplexes Lee.  Oklahoma Roll – one – two – GreenPete in for the save.  Bryan tags in and he connects on a mat slam to Walstreit.  He covers.  One – two – BANKS MAKES THE SAVE!  Lee tags GreenPete back in.  Bryan and Walstreit duel – MULE KICK by GreenPete connects.  Walstreit lets go – he dives for the corner – NO!  GreenPete pulls him back at the last second.  Lee clocks Bryan from behind with a steel folding chair and then throws him out of the ring.  Banks tags in for Walstreit.  GreenPete kicks Banks around the ring. Banks down.  He tries to get to his corner but Walstreit stomps away with kick after kick after kick.  The referee starts a five count – GreenPete stomps more.  Then he goes back suplex but Banks lands on his feet.  He ducks two more kicks from GreenPete and hits a DESPERATION BANK STATEMENT OVERDRAFT.

Johnny Suave: “HOLY CRAP!”

Colleen Crowder: “THAT CAN’T BE LEGAL!”

Suave assures her it is and that GreenPete is down and in big trouble.

Crowd on their feet.  But Banks can’t make the pinfall on GreenPete.  Both men crawl to their corners – hot tags to Brock Cole Lee and Walstreit!  Lee and Walstreit exchange right hands.  Lee decks Walstreit with a right hand.

Outside the ring, Jill Berg strolls over and… *SMACK* unleashes a vicious spinning heel kick to an unsuspecting GreenPete and knocks him out cold.

Colleen Crowder: WHAT?  WHAT IS SHE DOING?

PeaceNick looks on in horror and starts to protest.  Berg calmly walks over to him and *SMACK* …you guessed it.

Johnny Suave: Getting in some martial arts training during the match?

We hear Crowder’s overly audible ‘huff’ following Suave’s remark.

Now Bryan back in and he’s looking for anyone in a green shirt.  He ducks a Lee clothesline and runs the ropes.  Bryan ducks a second clothesline – stops, spins around – SLEEPER!  Lee spins around and tries to get Bryan off his back.  Lee slams Bryan into the corner turnbuckle.  And again.  A third time – Bryan is scraped off.  Banks give him a stomp and then clocks Lee.  GreenPete in the ring and runs and SPLASHES Banks in the corner.  Banks down.  Cover by Bryan.  One – two – WALSTREIT MAKES THE SAVE!   Bryan goes after Banks.  Lee scoop slams Bryan.  Cover.  One – two – BRYAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Bryan slips through Lee’s legs and tags McAvay back in.  Both Deplorables hook up Banks, then hit a double suplex.  McAvay’s cover.  One – two – NO!  Banks kicks out.  Lee shoves McAvay out of the way and hits a spinning neckbreaker on Banks.  Cover.  One – two – Banks again kicks out.  Banks reverses a hip toss – steps back – SUPERKICK TO BROCK COLE LEE!  Lee down.  Banks rolls over.  One – two – Lee kicks out.  Banks tags Kirk Walstreit back in.  Flying elbow off the top rope by Walstreit takes Lee down again.  He covers.  One – two – 2.999!

Johnny Suave: “RAY McAVAY MAKES THE LAST SECOND SAVE!”

McAvay goes for the cover.  But two masked men hit the ring and tackle him.

Johnny Suave: “WAIT A MINUTE!  IT’S LOAF!”

League of Anti-Fascists aka…LOAF Ted HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 180 / HOME: Portland, OR FIN: Chaz HT: 6′ 1″ WT: 205 / HOME: Seattle, WA FIN:

McAvay tries to fight LOAF off – but Ted throws McAvay over the top rope to the floor.  Then LOAF hop over the top rope and splashes McAvay and Bryan on the floor.

Colleen Crowder: “This is payback Johnny.  Payback for what McAvay and Bryan did four years ago to help Donald Trump become the CEO of PCW and it’s ABOUT TIME!”

The Deplorables come to McAvay and Bryan’s aid and LOAF has to bail out.

Johnny Suave: “But the damage is done.  Both McAvay and Bryan are down.”

Not for long though, McAvay drags himself up.

*SMACK*

Johnny Suave: “HOLY CRAP!  JILL BERG JUST TOOK OUT RAY McAVAY WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!”

*SMACK*

Johnny Suave: “AND WILLIAM DANIELS BRYAN, TOO!”

This makes Crowder happy.

Colleen Crowder: “Again, it couldn’t have happened to better people.”

Walstreit again goes top rope – flying ax-handle drives Lee back down.  Cover.  One – two – NO!  Lee ejects Walstreit to the middle of the ring.  Walstreit with a waistlock – Lee reverses – backdrop to Walstreit.  Cover.  One – two – Walstreit slips out.  P.M.C. Banks runs in.  He slams Lee down.  Walstreit comes over.  Set.  DOUBLE SUPERKICKS!!  Lee is out of his feet.  Walstreit in – STOCK MARKET PLUNGE! COVER!  ONE – TWO- THREE!  NEW CHAMPIONS!

WINNER AND **NEW** PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Jill Berg Enterprises @ 14:05

Johnny Suave: “Jill Berg Enterprises win!”

Colleen Crowder: “Again, they have not.  We have not called the-“

The referee hands Walstreit and Banks the PCW Tag Team title match.

Johnny Suave: “Walstreit and Banks hold up their new title belts!”

Colleen Crowder: “They can’t do that!  This match hasn’t been called yet!”

Johnny Suave: “Breaking news!  The new PCW Tag Team champions put on their new title belts signifying that they are, in fact, the NEW PCW Tag Team champions.”

Colleen Crowder: “Don’t you dare mansplain to me!”

Johnny Suave: “Okay.  We are going to go right to our next match.  A special bonus match for the Alabama Senate Medallion between the Progressive Alliance’s Doug Jones and former Auburn Head Football Coach Tommy Tuberville of the American Patriots.”

Colleen Crowder: “That’s another win for the Progressive Alliance.”

Suave rolls his eyes and waves her off.

Cut to a quick video of the match:

VIDEO-Alabama Medallion Match: Doug Jones (Progressive Alliance) vs. Tommy Tuberville (American Patriots) Tuberville is having little trouble with Jones.

Voice Offscreen: “Hold on Johnny.  Stop the video.”

SHOWSTOPPERS Arriving at the broadcast table: Pennsylvania State Attorney General Josh Shapiro, Michigan Governor Gretchen Whitmer, Michigan Secretary of State Jocelyn Benson, and former Georgia Gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams- all from the Progressive Alliance.The group inform Suave that the show is going to be stopped for the moment.

Johnny Suave: “Stopped?  But why?”

Josh Shapiro: “Look.  This is the first show back.  The production crew is tired.  They’re getting back into the flow of things.  So we will pick up the show on Sunday evening with the conclusion.”

Colleen Crowder: “When Joe Biden will become the new PCW CEO!”

Shapiro nods to Crowder.

Josh Shapiro: “When Joe Biden will become the next CEO of PCW.”

Johnny Suave: “I guess we will be back with Part Two of PCW Extreme Election Night 2020 on Sunday night!  For Colleen Crowder-“Colleen Crowder: I am more than capable of saying goodbye.  I don’t need a man to-Johnny Suave: Good night everyone!

Cut to:

EPILOGUE Darkened room.  Dim light.

Shadows move around.

George Moros- billionaire financier of the Progressive Alliance.

The Coke Brothers- billionaire financiers of the American Patriots.

A door opens.  Then closes.

Charles Coke: Sarah.

The woman is Sarah Lenti, executive director of the Lincoln Project- a group of American Patriots and former American Patriots dedicated to preventing Donald Trump from winning a second term as PCW CEO.

Sarah Lenti: What the hell is going on!  I thought you had things under control.

David Coke: Sarah, I know things haven’t exactly gone to plan-

Sarah Lenti: Not gone to plan?  Dawn McGill is still in control of PCW with all her ‘PCW is for the people’ bull-*BLEEP*.

George Moros tries to reassure her.

George Moros: Look.  We stopped the show for the evening.  That gives us time to figure this out.

Sarah Lenti: Dawn McGill is going to hand the reins of PCW to Donald Trump for another four years!

George Moros: No she won’t.  Clearly, it’s time to take this to the next level.

Moros pulls out a cell phone and hits a button.

George Moros: It’s time.  Operation Dominion is in effect.

[‘Trumpet Concerto No. 2 in D major – 3 Allegro assai’ begins to play in the background and P-SPAN quickly cuts away to another political event.]

[littlemeangreen]

Since you like my alt-Marauders (WHICH IM SO HAPPY FOR) how about challenge for headcanons of them interacting with the Smashers, as allies or foes or just a chance encounter? No need to, I just thought it might be something you'd have fun with!

@thecorteztwins k I'm suddenly in a big writing mood so!! FINALLY getting around to this I'm so sorry sksksk

For anyone who doesn't know: Thecorteztwins has an amazing au where she's collected Haven (thicc angel lady who was possessed by a demon disguised as a baby), Claudine (Miss Sinister),Madelyne (clone of Jean Grey), Pyro, Sebastian Shaw, Shinobi Shaw and sometimes Alice (a clone being tested by Claudine)!

I feel like the first few days are really testy. Everyone's got some bone to pick, the usual. But the biggest thing? The name. A brief encounter with paparazzi ends with their name and the reactions go from Pyro and Claudine scoffing at how silly it sounds and what a rip off it is (Pyro being a writer?? U KNOW he wouldn't stand for Alt Marauders) to Shaw sighing about the fact that he's been stuck on a team with a cliche super nickname.

Then there's personal names because once again, Pryo and Shinobi both agree that everyone needs a name to reapply make them unique! Hardly anyone goes for it, ranging from Haven's soft "no thank you" to Shaw punting Pyro into a wall. Madelyne is slightly soft for Pyro's RPG themed alias ideas for her and less than impressed for Shinobi's idea of "Mad Milf".

Alice....I'm definitely thinking she gets nicknamed "White Rabbit" or "Wonderland" because; 1) no one can leave her out of getting a name. 2) Pyro 100% would give a cheesy media related name and 3) I like the very small connections of white rabbit to the white and red queens in Alice in Wonderland (and 4) rabbits always get experimented on :).

Gamma Gals having amazing duos with the ladies of the Marauders? Absolutely!!

Jen and Haven, being an amazing duo and I feel like they'd be the two who would have that issue where they're the only ones who can save the day and end up learning a lot from each other? Haven is probably thanking her stars that she finally gets to meet a hero who believes in her kindness just as much as she does (S H A W).

Just....Haven being able to meet an even bigger woman and trading stories and being GalPals(TM). Its a really interesting concept to me that Haven is someone who was deliberately used to destroy and Jen is someone who's entire identity is formed around smashing and destruction. It's probably rather cathartic to be working with someone who purely doesn't want to resort to violence immediately and who has been used (Haven by her demon and Jen by different people).

But also learning something from each other? Haven being able to see that sometimes you do need to fight for what you love and Haven proves to Jen that even after all this time, it isn't the muscle or power that can save everything, it's her and her drive and will alone. Catch Red and Shaw scoffing about it.

Speaking of, those two could either REALLY clash or really get along, no imbetweens. Have we found another old man for Shaw to wrestle with, Roman style??? (Ngl that would be hot in a sick way)

Skaar and Shinobi? Both long haired, beautiful, sons of big figures, grew up in abusive environments,,,,its a duo. Just put Shinobi into a mini team with Skaar and Daken and we have the "Black haired brood squad"

Rick and Pyro working together to have a joint production??? FIrebomb productions baby!! My podcast ideas? Absolutely would happen when you combine these two and its hell. Aka; Rick and Pyro gossip on their podcast and give advice to starting heroes as immortals and smack talk. But also outside of that I imagine they can get along a lot in the "had a hard time accepting stuff" and "we were heroes who often did a lot for others and got disregarded and hurt for it".

Pyro: Hey if I set you on fire can you become a flaming bowling ball

Rick: well let's fine out!!

Red and Shaw....there's a lot there. Both are old men who have been pressed on in their lives and affected by masculine presences in their lives...both are regarded as awful shitbags but they're both MUCH more complex and driven by a need for power and stability...lots of thoughts here.

Shaw and Red are one team you do NOT wanna mess with because two old men who are perfectly willing to do what's needed? Red can respect a man willing to get his hands dirty with clear means and Shaw can probably like a guy who has the drive to do what he believes is the better good. Also big hulk man who can give you endless power.

But also differences in them because Shaw abused and continues to abuse Shinobi while Red neglected and most likely emotionally abused Betty but it seemingly trying to make a difference in it now that she's come back? I feel like these two probably have a SUPER in depth conversation when forced to or alone and then never speak about it again.

Spending of Betty! Her and Madelyne?? What a DUO they're litreally a great mix because Maddie is a clone of Jean, Betty was assumed to be a clone at first and often has to suffer being the "domintrix" she hulk. Both have serious issues with their mental health and identities as well as dealing with their lives being ruled or devoted to men who ruin them. Both want freedom and have such passion! I just....so much to say about these two and the similarities. They're both red.

But yeah Phoenix and Harpy?? Skksks Maddie voice: I'm FIRE HARPY nOW

Am I still yelling for her hero name to be Griffin because of how mystical they are and being a bird and lion??? Yeah.

Also sad thoughts but,,,gals talking about their lost kids (Maddie with Nate and Betty suffered a miscarriage induced from stress), the stress of their lovers and who they've lost to (Jean, Emma, Caiera, Jarella,,,) and being manipulated by men for their power (Maddie by Sinister into Goblyn queen and Betty by Leader into Red She-hulk, Harpy, both died).

Anyway point is I can fully see them two just CLICKING or fighting a lot at first until someone points out just how similar they are. Then? Maddie and Betty out here being the brand new Thelma and Louise. Red and Black styles, willing to use force but protect the innocent, both take Alice and this cute kid that Betty absolutely mother henned in her run and,,,two moms and their talented daughters pls step out the way sir.

Tbh I don't think I have much for Samuel apart form him having a small crush on Claudine (and like,,,,not in That Sense, but Samuel does have a big history of falling for smart women or just...OP women). And then a series of gags where Haven wants to know him because he's like Shaw but also incredibly different in thinking and everytime she walks into the room,,,,Samuel is doing some horrific experiment and she just NOPES OUT. Shaw wants to make use of this but it goes horribly wrong oh God why did he try.

Lyra! I just....feel like there could be a lot for her and Claudine and Alice. Lyra was genetically engineered to be used in a war and was bullied relentlessly for being "half man" which...is rather transphobic and sexist but that's her storyline and it's too deeply embedded for me to headcanon over it so...sighs.

But yeah!!! Lyra taking Alice and giving her a night of being able to just....be whoever that night, not being pressured to have an identity of the sorts from anyone and just being able to fight people with a giant green woman. Probably has a lot of deep talks later that night with Lyra, sitting over a building and eating ice cream because it was one of the first things Bruce shared with her and a first realisation that Lyra could be more than someone's daughter.

100% would picture this with Carmilla (Lyra's sister and...also messy kinda clone) or Laura Kinney hopping along and!! Clone weapon woman team!! I could GET INTO this!!! Just...pls marvel give me a team of women overcoming abuse and forming identities among each other and cool women,,,,

But also Lyra admittedly would respect Claudine for her skills and her...tenacity? Yeah, that. She has strength and guts and Lyra probably actually tells her that she'd rather get experimented on by Miss Sinister than some pig of a man and Claudine just "thhhanks?"

Hulk,,,,funny enough I don't think I have many ideas for him yet? Probably gets into a fair few fights with Shaw and Haven over different stuff, Maddie has a bome to pick for Betty,,,I am,,,blank.

I feel like a lot of things for him would be Haven trying to break through into him, maybe each of the Marauders dealing with different parts of the system? I can imagine Shinobi and Pyro don't have a high opinion of the oversized dad until Bruce turns super ashen pale and immediately Joe starts yelling for some whisky and GIRLS....and a fella or two for matchstick and ghost baby here.

Maddie thinking that he's another Scott and then finding out that Hulk's thing is more complicated than Scott simply looking for Jean again. Also Maddie demands that she will forcefully adopt Hulk's kids and these two bonding over abusive dads???

But uh,,,that's about it!! Hope you liked it!!! I probably could easily delve into more thoughts if there's anything specific for me to set my mind on.

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Mobile masterlist (updated)

Updated list for you lovelies.

Daryl imagines;

Little black dress.

Summary: It’s the welcome party for you at Alexandria and a little black dress makes your dreams come true. Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of sexiness, and of course that hot crossbow-wielding redneck that we all love.

Truth or dare.

Summary: After a hard day, you and your best friend Daryl get drunk leading to some fun. Warnings: Swearing, smut, alcohol.

Scar.

Summary: Feeling ugly after being disfigured, Daryl helps you see your beauty. Warning: Swearing, a little angst, and lots of fluff.

Panic attacks and pregnancy.

Summary: You get the shock of your life. Warning: Panic attack, fluff and pregnancy.

Making up.

Summary: You and your fiancé Daryl have a huge fight, but then make up in the best way. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

A twin thing.

Summary: An unexpected person comforts you after a loss. Warnings: Death, swearing, fluff.

Shower time.

Summary: You’re new to Alexandria and you get a special welcome from someone. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Damaged.

Summary: You meet Daryl in the line up with Negan and get more than you bargained for. Warnings: Swearing, angst, mention of child’s death, a bit of violence and smut.

Damaged part 2.

Summary: Part 2. Daryl starts to be extra protective of you, causing some tension. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

BangBang.

Summary: After leaving with Merle, Daryl comes back and blames himself for you getting shot, which leads to him confessing his feeling. Warning: Swearing, fluff, Daryl tears.

Hope.

Summary: Daryl wants kids and you’re scared to tell him you can’t have them. Warning: Swearing, mentions of infertility, and fluff. Lots of fluff!

Trip to Alexandria.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and go with him to Alexandria for the first time. Warning: Swearing.

The necklace.

Summary: You were looking for Merle unaware he was dead. You ended up finding Daryl and he helps you with your grief. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Birthday present.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous of you spending time with Rick and fucks things up. Warning: Swearing, angst.

Protector.

Summary: You’re in the line up, Negan takes a liking to you and Daryl tries to protect you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, violence.

Confusion.

Summary: Daryl likes you but finds you kissing a woman and gets jealous, leading to feelings being revealed. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Date with Mr Dixon.

Summary: Daryl asks you to have dinner with him. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Date with Mr Dixon. Part 2.

Your little pet.

Summary: Negan lets you pick someone to help satisfy you sexually. Warnings: Smut, swearing.

Reunited part 1.

Summary: You’re Ricks eldest daughter and haven’t seen him since before the turn, you’re finally reunited with him in Alexandria when you’re picked up by Aaron. You start to develop feelings for Daryl as you get to know each other. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, drama, smut eventually.

Reunited part 2.

Dirty Dixons.

Summary: You have a threesome with Daryl and Merle. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Lost.

Summary : You get separated from Glenn during a run and he loses you. When Daryl finds out, he isn’t happy. He goes to find you and he admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Anger management.

Summary: You and Daryl have an argument and up scares you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Princess.

Summary: You and Daryl hate each other but get forced to go on a run together. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Princess part 2.

Summary: You and Daryl have fun in the watch tower after the run earlier that day. Warnings: Swearing, smut, daddy kink.

Angel baby.

Summary: You’re pregnant with Daryls baby but suffer a miscarriage. Warnings: Swearing, angst, miscarriage.

Sophia part 1.

Summary: You find Sophia when she’s missing and help her back to the group. Warnings: Swearing, angst.

Sophia. Part 2.

Kings and Queens.

Summary: You get injured on a run but Daryl saved you and admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff.

Fatherhood.

Summary: You and Daryl were together pre apocalypse, but he left you when you thought you might be pregnant. Now in Alexandria you and your daughter come face to face with the man who abandoned you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Forgiveness.

Summary: Daryl left you for Merle, he comes back when he realises he made a mistake and tries to fix it. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Bipolar beauty.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and suffer with bipolar. You move to Alexandria so Denise can help you but you find what you need from someone unexpected. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of bipolar, self harm and mental health.

Heatwave.

Summary: You catch Daryl masturbating and decide to help. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Daryl x Lucy.

Request: Can you do one where a girl name Lucy and Daryl are married and they’re in Alexandria but they have an argument. So Deanna is having her welcome party but then Lucy is worried about Daryl so she goes to go look for him and when they meet in the street, they admit that they were sorry to each other and they have make up, passionate, rough sex? Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Mine.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous and makes his feelings known . Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Asshole.

Summary: A guy at the prison is bothering you and Daryl finds out and gets mad. Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff.

Shy.

Summary: You and Daryl like each other but you’re too shy and end up avoiding him. He gets the wrong idea and confronts you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Hero.

Summary: Daryl and Rick save you from your own group. Warning: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Let’s talk about sex.

Summary: You and Daryl are in a relationship and are both virgin’s. Pre apocalypse. Warnings: Swearing, smut, fluff.

Jane doe. Part 1

Summary: You lose your memory and Daryl finds you in the woods. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Home.

Summary: You and Daryl are friends and you get separated at the fall of the prison. You meet back in Alexandria and confess your feelings.

Don’t give up.

Summary: Daryl stops you from killing yourself and admits his feelings. Warnings: Mentions suicide, sadness, fluff and smut.

Request: Anon.

Can I get an imagine where ur at Alexandria and in ur own house with daryl and u get bad nightmares one night and u wake him up thanks Hun xx

Request: @caylynn1122

Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl.

Request: Anon.

Can I get a daryl imagine where youre arguing and say you find out about his backscars(I dunno his shirt rips or sum)and he suddenly becomes this sad wounded puppy and there’s a lot of crying and hugging and feelings are admitted? Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, fighting, swearing

Goodbye (Daryl request)

Can I request an imagine where Daryl dies at the end? And the whole imagine is basically fluff and angst

Nobody (Daryl request)

Can you do one where you are talking about the past and you talk about your successful career and he gets embarrassed because he was a no one? All fluffy and sentimental

Daryl request;

Could I get a really sweet imagine with Daryl? Like the reader and him are friends, and he sees that she’s having a very bad day. Like she’s stressed and depressed and so done with everything. Maybe it ends with them cuddling and maybe a relationship. It’s up to you really! : )

Sugar. Honey. Ice. and Tea (Daryl Drabble.)

Dark Ages

Summary;Can you do a Daryl x reader where the reader gets a small cold and daryl becomes extremely over protective which annoys the reader and ends in fluff??

Seahorse

Summary; 47 - “Hold my hand until it’s over?” The reader is in labor with hers and Murphy’s or Daryl’s first child and is really scared. They asked #47 and he does. The have a healthy baby G/B.

Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater

Summary; Can you do a Daryl x Reader Imagine where the reader has been with Rick for awhile and catches him cheating on her with Jessie and falls out of love w her. And then the reader confides in Daryl about it who makes her feel better, Daryl x Reader smut if possible… Love your stories! <3

Eat like a damn horse

Summary;#12 with Daryl? Thank you! I don’t mean to spam you all the time, sorry. 💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

That’s What You Get

Summary; Can I request an imagine where Daryl is secretly in love with you and only Rick and Carol know but he’s been avoiding you cuz he thinks you like Glenn and he blows up one day cuz Rick and Carol is pushing him to tell you and you overhear everything

Cuffs

Summary; The reader and Daryl were together before the apocalypse, and the reader turns up at the Atlanta group after Merle and Daryl had joined, Daryl and the reader get a cute reunion but it’s ruined because Merle has always hated the reader for no reason

Eye Spy

Summary; The reader and daryl have a thing going on and you have to share a tent at the farm and one night daryl can’t sleep at all and he sees it really cold one and he keeps u warm it’s all cute and fluffy thank you xx

Unstuck

Summary; Could you do a Daryl x female reader fic. Kinda like Beth and Daryl in season 4 but now it’s with reader. Somehow Daryl and reader get separated from the rest and he’s being a dick because he has feelings for reader. With some fluffy smut at the end?

Multi chap Daryl fics;

Let The Flames Begin 

Charlene gets stuck with the Dixons at the end of the world. She has to deal with the new world whilst dealing with Merle being his usual self, and Daryl having his intense need to protect her. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)     

(Chapter 2)    

(Chapter 3)     

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)     

(Chapter 6)    

(Chapter 7)    

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)    

(Chapter 10)     

(Chapter 11)    

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)    

(Chapter 14)    

(Chapter 15)    

(Chapter 16)

(Chapter 17)    

(Chapter 18)    

(Chapter 19)    

(Chapter 20)

(Chapter 21)

(Chapter 22)

(Chapter 23)

(Chapter 24)

(Chapter 25)

(Chapter 26)

(Chapter 27)

(Chapter 28)

(Chapter 29)

(Chapter 30)

(Chapter 31)

(Chapter 32)

(Chapter 33)

(Chapter 34)

Cat Scratch Fever (Companion piece to Let The Flames Begin)

Into My Web (temporary hiatus)

Arabella has been part of the family since the farm. Despite the time passed and the fact they were now settled in the prison, a certain gruff hunter still hates her. Some say there's a fine line between love and hate, and they might just be right. Daryl/OC Read author note.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Lunacy Fringe

Zoey gets saved by Rick and Daryl from the hands of her captors. She needs to learn to deal with her trauma, all while finding herself depending on one of the men that saved her a little too much. Daryl/OC. Read author note.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3 

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Chap 7

Chap 8

Chap 9

Chap 10

Chap 11

Chap 12

Chap 13

Murphy MacManus imagines;

Whiskey and Church. Part 1.

Whiskey and church. Part 2.

“10. One finds the others blog. Hilarity ensues.” (Drabble.)

Rocco. (Not Murphyxreader. Short drabble told from Murphy’s POV.)

Request; Fic of Smutty Murph in Cinema maybe? ;-)

BDS Murphy X reader- she's really innocent and sweet and he really likes her (they're dating) but Connor doesn't approve saying she's negatively affecting his efficiency and Murphy says he'll do anything for Connor to at least meet her. After they meet Connor changes his views and approves of their relationship

Murphy request;

Hello! Just found this blog and really like it. Totally enjoying Whiskey and Church. Really like how you write the Irish accent/Gaelic. May I request a Murphy/reader were the OC has a thing for his accent and loves to hear him talk/whisper in her ear? Please and thank you. P.s. hope you feel'n better

Connor Imagines;

3. They get stuck in an elevator. With Connor, Smutty please.

Protector. (Not ConnorxReader. Short drabble told from Connors POV.)

7. One’s forced to show them around the school on the first day.

A lesson.

Conphy;

Sickness and soup.

Request: Connor taking care of Murphy when he’s sick. Warnings: Fluff, conphy cuteness.

Murphy/Reader/Connor;

3. Stuck in an elevator with Connor and Murphy.

Birthday girl ; For @risingphoenix761  because it’s her birthday!!!Happy day of birth, thank you for being born you amazing human. :)Continue on for some MacManus goodness.

Multi Chapter Fics;

Home

Summary; Murphy/OC/Connor, told in Murphy’s POV.

Home Chapter 1.

Home Chapter 2.

Home Chapter 3

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Anam Cara (Complete)

Summary; Summary;  Luna has some unique gifts that connect her to The Saints. They end up helping her after she is attacked and they realise their souls are connected. Murphy/OC/Connor.

Anam Cara Chapter 1

Anam Cara Chapter 2

Anam Cara Chapter 3

Anam Cara Chapter 4

Anam Cara Chapter 5

Anam Cara Chapter 6

Anam Cara Chapter 7

Anam Cara Chapter 8

Anam Cara Chapter 9

Anam Cara Chapter 10

Anam Cara Chapter 11

Anam Cara Chapter 12

Anam Cara Chapter 13    

Anam Cara Chapter 14

Anam Cara Chapter 15

Anam Cara Chapter 16

Anam Cara Chapter 17

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Choíche Is go deo

Summary; Summary;  Follow Niamh Flannagan as she grows up with the twins in Ireland and watches them turn from boys into men. How will they both deal with having feelings for her? Will jealousy get in the way? Murphy/OC/Connor.

Choíche Is go deo. (Chapter 1)

Choíche Is go deo (Chapter 2)

Choíche Is go deo. (Chapter 3)

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Crazy in Love

Summary; This story is Murphy/OC/Connor but will center on Murphy at first. The whole story centers on suicide, self-harm, mental illness so if that’s a trigger for you please read with caution. This story is darker than the others I have written, I’m testing the waters by posting the prologue here to see if people like it before I post it on Archive and Fanfic, any feedback is appreciated. You don’t meet my OC in the prologue, she is introduced in the first chapter, but I felt the prologue was important for Murphy’s situation.

Crazy in love (Prologue)

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Such a Softer Sin (Complete)

Summary; Her grandfather's illness brings her back to Boston, and Lila gets more than she bargains for when she meets two handsome Irish twins. MurphyxOCxConnor. Pre BDS.

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter two)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter five)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eight)

Such a softer Sin (Chapter nine)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter ten)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eleven)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twelve)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter fourteen)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter fifteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter sixteen)   

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seventeen)    

Such a Softer Sin  (Chapter eighteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter nineteen)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty two)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty three)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty five)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty six)    

Such a Softer Sin  (Chapter twenty seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty eight)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty nine)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty one)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty two)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty four)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty five)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty seven)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty eight)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty nine)

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Blood in the Water (sequel to Such a Softer Sin) [COMPLETE]

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)

(Chapter 14)

(Chapter 15)     

(Chapter 16)     

(Chapter 17)     

(Chapter 18)

(Chapter 19)    

(Chapter 20)

(Chapter 21)

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Poetic Tragedy (COMPLETE)

Summary; Madeleine Ryan hasn't had a good life. Now a homeless recovering addict, the MacManus boys take it upon themselves to try and help her. Murphy/OC/Connor. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

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All or Nothing (COMPLETE)

Summary; Savannah gets talked into signing up to a dating app by her best friend, it leads her into the lives of the MacManus brothers. Starts off Murphy/OC. Eventual Murphy/OC/Connor. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

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Chemicals (COMPLETE)

Summary; Katie gets stalked on the way home from work and it leads her into the arms of an Irish man with smoldering looks. Murphy/OC.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

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Preferences;

Having a kid with Murphy and Connor would include;

Being in a poly relationship with Connor and Murphy would include;

Being in a relationship with Mac and him finding you using toys when he's not around would include;

Having a teenage daughter with Murphy would include;

Being in a relationship with Daryl would include;

My huge ass fic recommendation list

[blueberryrock]

Here is the Prologue to my newest story! It's not a fanfic, it is an original story im writing! I hope y'all like it!

(Also I might change the name in the future)

"Momma" a small five-year-old girl with long brown hair tugs on the bottom of her tired mom's pants "when will daddy come home?" Her big bright brown eyes meet her mom's dull brown eyes.

The tired mom glances at her watch, which reads nine pm. She pulls a curtain back from the window in front of her and sighs "any minute".

She turns her head to look at the little girl "Why don't you go put your jammies on, grab your sister, and we'll play a little game" she warmly smiles. The little girl squeals and runs to her room.

The mom smiles as she runs down the long hallway, she glances back outside to the empty street. "C'mon Rick, where are you" she mutters. She fiddles with her gold wedding ring that has a single, gorgeous, red jewel on it. A "blood-red diamond" as her gemologist cousin calls it.

"Mom, please tell Karlene that I don't want to play some stupid game" The five-year-old, Karlene's, older sister complains. She tucks a strand of her long dirty blonde hair behind her ear.

"Now Sierra, you promised to play a game with her earlier, and as soon as your dad returns from work. You can go back to your room" Sierra's mom finally turns away from the window.

"Ugh, fine, but just one round" Sierra huffs "what game are we playing anyway."

"Cops and robbers!" Shrieks Karlene.

"No. No way am I going to play that stupid game" Sierra angrily crosses her arms.

"How bout a card game?" Their mom suggests.

"Ooh let's play gold fish!" Karlene happily said.

"Sounds good to me" Sierra finally agrees "and it's Go Fish."

"I'll grab a deck of cards, you two clear off the coffee table" their mom dashes out of the room to look for a deck.

"Where do you think dad's at," Sierra asked her little sister as she moves a stack of paper to the ground.

"Maybe he's fighting super villains!" Karlene enthusiastically hits a remote on the ground "oops" she mutters to herself.

Sierra can't help but giggle at her little sister's sheer happiness. "He could be" Sierra puts the last object onto the lower level of the coffee table.

"Really?" Karlene squeals.

Sierra smiles and messes with Karlene's crazy brown hair, she looks around and gets ear level with her sister. "You know dad does have superpowers" Sierra whispers and smirks.

Karlene's blue eyes go wide and her jaw drops "No. Way." Sierra only grins "umm, yes way, he told me"

And as soon as Sierra said that, the girl's mom walks into the large living room, hold a bowl of pretzels, and a deck of black cards.

Before she can set anything down, Karlene leaps to her feet and runs at her mom. "Does daddy really have powers?" She asks excitedly, bouncing up and down.

"Ah, well, I wanted to wait till you were older" their mom sends an upset glare at Sierra, which she ducks behind the glass coffee table.

Their mom walks around the bouncing Karlene and sets the bowl and deck on the table. "But yes, your father has...er..powers"

And at that Karlene lets out the loudest squeal on the planet. "Do you think he can show me his?" Karlene runs up to Sierra.

Sierra only shrugs "don't ask me," she says

Karlene then turns to her tired mom "do you think I'll have powers?" She jumps up and down on the carpet.

"Well, there is about a fifty-fifty chance of you two to get them, but let's play our card game" she pulls Karlene by the hand to sit "please? And once your father comes home, you can berate him with any and all questions"

Karlene grins again. "So six cards?" Their mom asks as she deals out five cards to everyone.

"I'm pretty sure it's seven" Sierra corrects her. They continue to play round after round until the big, old, grandfather clock strikes twelve.

Karlene is passed out in her room while Sierra is reading and her mom is currently pacing back and forth in front of the door.

"Mom" Sierra puts her large book down, "I'm sure dad's fine, he's probably just held up somewhere" her mom stops pacing and shoots her a worried glance.

"Oh, umm, I meant in...like...traffic or something" Sierra quickly corrects herself. But her mom continues to pace.

"But he's never been this late" Sierra's mom throws herself on the nearest piece of furniture, which was a very comfortable armchair.

"I'm sure he's fi–" Sierra cuts herself off with a big yawn "ine" she rubs her eyes.

"You should go to bed, he'll (hopefully) be back here tomorrow" Sierra's mom gets up to plant a kiss on her daughter's forehead.

"R-right" Sierra picks up her book and walks down the hallway to her room. As soon as her door closes, Sierra's mom pulls out her phone to dial her husband's phone.

But on the second to last ring, a sobbing woman picks up. "R-Rose," she sobbing woman says "h-he's go-o-one"

"What! Tina calm down, who's gone?" Rose calmly asks. "R-ri-ick" Tina barely finishes.

The phone nearly slips out of her hand, Rose slides into one of the chairs and readjusts the phone. "M-my Rick?" Is all that she can muster.

Rose slides from the chair to the hardwood floor. "N-no!" She sobs "i-it ca-a-an't be t-r-r-rue." Rose drops her phone and continues to sob hysterically.

After maybe a few minutes or a few hours, Rose's sobs turn into loud whimpers. She shakily picks up her phone, Tina has hung up ages ago.

She tiredly wipes her eyes and looks at the time, one and a half hours have passed. That means she spent one and a half hours sobbing when she wanted to be with her husband.

She shakily pushes herself to her feet. Waves of nausea washes over her as she sits back into the armchair. She decides that she is too tired to walk down the same hallway her girls went.

She instead pulls her knees as close as she can into her chest and wraps her arms around them. She lays her head on them and looks around them empty room.

Memories of her family come flooding in, she glances at the coffee table she and the girls were at, and a memory of them with their dad play a board game makes her smile as more tears form.

She continues to softly cry as she remembers the last time she spoke to her husband. It was before he had to leave for his job.

They were talking about his they were planning on taking their girls out of the country for a vacation. But that idea is now long gone.

Rose continues to softly cry until she falls asleep. She dreams about talking to her husband in a little cafe.

She is rudely awakened by her youngest daughter. "Mommy" she happily says. Rose's bloodshot eyes meet her daughter's beautiful brown eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart?" She croaks, her throat begging for any water.

"Where is daddy?" Karlene asks with a small grin. Tears form in Rose's eyes as the thoughts of last night come flooding back. Perhaps it was a dream?

No. Rose couldn't remember a dream to save her life. "Y-your d-dad's g" she stops herself as her oldest daughter tiredly walks into the room.

She yawns "Karlene, let mom wake up first" Sierra rubs her tired eyes and unceremoniously throws herself onto the couch next to them.

Rose wipes her eyes and sits up straight. "G-girls" she announces "I have something very important to tell you about your father." Both girls sit down and pay attention.

"Your father...he's..." Rose sighs, she takes a deep breath in "he's gone"

"W-what do you mean gone?" Sierra asks.

"I mean your dad is gone, dead, he was...I believe that he was murdered" tears form in her and Sierra's eyes.

Rose looks down at Karlene, half expecting her to be full-on crying and half expecting her to be confused.

But she is the later one. "Daddy isn't coming here?" She furrows her brows as she tries to think "did he leave us?" She looks up at her now crying mom.

"Yes, he left us" she tries to explain, but Karlene starts sobbing "d-di-d he n-not l-o-ove u-s" she cries.

"Oh no baby" her mom says, she gently scoops her up and sits onto the couch next to the sobbing Sierra. "He love-ed us w-with all h-h-is heart" Rose tries not to cry, but she's failing miserably.

"W-will I-I get t-to see h-hi-m aga-ain?" Karlene wails. "Of c-course" Rose reassures her wailing daughter " y-you'll s-see hi-m aga-ain" Rose chokes on a sob.

BANG. BANG. BANG. Rose unwraps her arms that are around Karlene and sets her gently where she was sitting. She quickly walks towards the large dark oak front door. Rose takes a deep breath in, wipes her tears away, and opens the door.

"Hello, Ms. Winster." A tall police officer says in his deep voice. He nervously shifts on his feet. "My name is Dean Sanchez" he holds up his police badge, "and this" he points to his partner. His partner is slightly smaller, with blonde hair and brown eyes. "Is my partner."

"James Riddle" he introduces himself. He politely holds out his hand and shakes Rose's cold hand.

"We've umm...come here to inform you that your husband has be-" Sanchez tries to say but Riddle jabs him in the side.

Rose raises one of her eyebrows "has been what?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

"He's dead," Riddle says bluntly. "James! Be sensitive" Sanchez says. After hours of crying, more tears stream down Rose's face.

"H-how d-id it hap-pen" she sobs.

"We don't really know, it could've been an accident or a murder. We're still looking into it" Riddle explains "but we'll update you on any new information we get."

"O-okay" she sputters out. Sanchez pulls out a tissue from his vest and hands it to Rose. She says a quiet thank you and blows her nose.

The policemen bow their heads and start to walk away. Rose slowly closes the door, leaving a crack to watch them, making sure they left.

Something was off about them, but Rose didn't care enough to question them. She crumbles up the used tissue and places it on the coffee table.

She looks at her two still crying daughters. "How 'bout we get some ice cream?" She offers.

Sierra sneezes and weakly says "okay". Karlene only nods, she does her red and wet face on her soft PJ shirt.

"Go get dressed then we'll leave" Rose calmly says. Both girls get up and head for their bedrooms "and brush your hair Karlene" she calls after the youngest.

Rose looks down at her owns clothes. Pj pants and a hoodie. She sighs and rubs her tired face, she heads for her own room to change.

After five minutes of staring at her husband's clothes, she finally meets the girls in the living room.

"You ready?" She sadly smiles at the girls. Sierra lets out a hiccup and puts her flip flops on. Rose looks at her youngest daughter "did you brush your hair?"

Karlene only nods. Rose sighs and grabs her black leather purse "alright lets go."

Well thanks for reading, I hope y'all like what I do with it annnnd yeah...Oh! Also, I won't be updating this every week as I did with my other fic, the updates will be random

[thecomicsnexus]

Resurrection Night

BATMAN #400 OCTOBER 1986 BY DOUG MOENCH, ADRIENNE ROY, ARTHUR ADAMS, TERRY AUSTIN, JOHN BYRNE, BRIAN BOLLAND, PARIS CULLINS, MIKE GRELL, MICHAEL W. KALUTA, KARL KESEL, JOE KUBERT, STEVE LEIALOHA, RICK LEONARDI, STEVE LIGHTLE, LARRY MAHLSTEDT, BRUCE D. PATTERSON, GEORGE PEREZ, STEVE RUDE, BILL SIENKIEWICZ, KEN STEACY, TOM SUTTON, RICARDO VILLAGRAN, BERNIE WRIGHTSON AND STEPHEN KING

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC DATABASE)

Ra's al Ghul embarks upon one of his most ambitious schemes to confound the Batman. He engineers a massive breakout at both Arkham Asylum and Gotham State Penitentiary, uniting both prisoners and patients, he arms them with their uniforms and weapons, giving them special instructions. Meanwhile, Batman finds a note taped to the Batcomputer that reads, "Know your foes!" and Ra's enters the cave to tell Batman what he has done. He further offers his service in permanently eliminating Batman's adversaries should he agree to join his crusade. Batman naturally refuses, and Ra's takes his leave.

He soon discovers that the villains have kidnapped people with strong connections to the Batman -- Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Bullock, Julia Pennyworth, and Vicki Vale. Moreover, the Joker and the Penguin have enveloped GCPD Headquarters with a giant steel net, turning the police into prisoners. The Joker forces Commissioner Gordon to contact Batman and tell him that he has three hours to rescue them or else all of the hostages will die.

Batman and Robin find assistance from two Catwoman and Ra's daughter Talia. They split into two teams to tackle the mission from different angles. Robin and Talia go after the group of villains at the GCPD, while Batman and Catwoman confront the criminals who have kidnapped Batman's allies. Throughout the course of the long evening, both parties prove successful and after Batman defeats the Joker and regains control of the GCPD, they heroes travel together to Ra's base of operations.

They track him down to an old decrepit windmill where Ra's is housing one of his Lazarus Pits. For the first time ever, Ra's immerses himself in the pit while still alive, and soon emerges, now ten times as strong as a normal human. Batman and his allies approach the windmill and uses explosive charges to blast away at the foundation, providing them with a quick entrance. Batman and Ra's fight one another and through the course of the conflict, he flips Ra's over his head. Ra's lands for a second time inside the Lazarus Pit. The explosives have greatly weakened the structure of the windmill, so Batman and the others race out of there just as it collapses. With Ra's base collapsing the heroes retreat, assuming that Ra's is gone for good.

Afterwards, most of Batman allies gather together in the Batcave to celebrate Batman's anniversary, but the Dark Knight refuses to join them, knowing that there are many criminals still at large and that his mission is far from over.

INTRODUCTION

REVIEW

This is Doug Moench’s last issue (for a long while) and the end of his Batman run. The issue has some references to stories that go past his run. It is a different read having read all those issues (I have read this issue many times since I was a kid, but I never got the context).

This is also Julia Pennyworth’s last appearance (until the new 52), and probably many villains too. You could say this is almost the last Earth-1 story for Batman (technically, Detective Comics will have that), the following month we will be reading a Batman in the New Earth, but not quite so, it will take a few months for the new universe to kick in (by the end of Legends most of the Universe is in place). But as a result, the Jason Todd that we read until issue #408 (including all the Detective Comics appearances) is most likely the pre-crisis one (but not really).

As for this story, I think “resurrection night” is more like an editorial concept that doesn’t really work story wise. Why would be Batman be “reborn”? because all his enemies are free again? No, I would say that he was reborn into the modern age. He went from being a semi-happy guy to a brooding caped crusader by the end of the issue. Stephen King mentions Dark Knight Returns, that was just finished by the time of this publication, but I don’t know how far ahead was Moench when he scripted this story. It looks like a nightmare to do a book like this (continuity wise). So my assumption is that perhaps he saw DKR before it started to be published, or the book just started to come out (it is likely the latter, as DKR came out in February (December), and this book may have been written around July (May). In any case, the grim and gritty Batman was already here to stay.

Having Stephen King writing an introduction for a comic-book legitimizes your hobby. In a time when you would have probably got bullied for reading comics (yes, it was a thing, I lived it), Stephen King doing this was like a beacon of hope. Sure he was also in that horrible X-Men for Hope one-shot, but that wasn’t as personal as this.

The art has some memorable pages. Brian Bolland in particular did an amazing job (as usual), but there are pages by Art Adams and Terry Austin, two superstars at the moment.

Bill Sienkiewicz makes a very angry Batman, perhaps more angry than the dialogues suggests.

It’s also hard to see how many candles were in that cake, forty something?

I give this issue a score of 9

[nanagoswife]

For You? Always.

Chapter Ten

Summary: The party is a go, and we also learn something new...

W/C: 4.6k

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault

<<Previous, Next>>

For the beginning of the week, there wasn’t as much work to do as there usually was. Because of this, it was one of the rare Mondays that you didn’t need to work late. You were glad it was though.

When you turned your computer off, Ben had just arrived at your door, giving it a soft knock. As he walked in you flashed a smile.

“You ready?” 

“Always,” you replied. His smile was one you’d never forget as you mirrored it. There was a lot of anticipation throughout the day. 

Leaving your usual work bag in your office, you joined Ben and Paisley, who was waiting just outside. Siara met you as the elevator went down to her floor. The others were going to meet you there.

The four of you were met by an enthusiastic Rick, waving hello at the front of the restaurant. As Ben looked down at you, you saw a look that told you he called Rick, telling him of the occasion. A feeling of immense happiness filled you as the anticipation of the night creeped in even more. 

Freddy and Brian were already inside at a table set up for the six of you. They had left two seats for you and Ben to sit beside each other, with Brian and Siara in a position to sit across from each other. Both of the men got up to greet you with quick hugs and a saying of a happy early birthday. 

Rick made sure you were all settled before saying, “For tonight’s occasion, all of your meals and two drinks each, except for my lovely Rosebud, will be on the house. Happy early birthday, Rosebud.” Your smile was grateful when you thanked Rick as he turned away. 

“Thank you,” you quietly said to Ben who had his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. All he did was smile, and it was all he needed to do. Besides, Paisley had started her usual excited talk that she expected you to listen to. 

The night was one filled with laughter and an opportunity for the guys to all get to know each other. Like you had thought, they all got along very well. They shared many stories with each other. The one Ben seemed to get along with the most was Brian. Even though you weren’t expecting it, it wasn’t too uncalled for either. 

Without thinking, you placed your hand on Ben’s knee. As it had surprised you, you froze while you waited for Ben’s reaction. He only cracked a grin as he continued his conversation with the others, bringing his hand up and resting it on top of yours.

Even though it’s been two months, you had never done this. Looking at it, though, the two of you had only really been out together. This meant that the two of you usually sat across from each other. The few times you sat beside each other, it was very early on in your relationship.

Rick suddenly came striding over with a slice of cheesecake with a candle that was lit. On que, everyone at the table, and the staff and other guests of the restaurant, started singing happy birthday. 

Through your slight embarrassment, the one voice you paid most attention to was Ben’s. His voice was one you could listen to all day as his angelic voice soothed your mind. After the song was done, he continued to hum quietly as he kissed the side of your head while Rick placed the plate in front of you.

“Have a great birthday, Rosebud,” Rick said as he crouched to give you a hug. Then he whispered to you, “He seems perfect for you.” He gestured subtly towards Ben. A warm happiness went through you as you got a second affirmation from someone you so fiercely trusted. 

Rick stood up, letting you make your wish and blow out the candle. Before you did, you saw him give a small nod with a smile at Ben. That was when you knew exactly what your wish was going to be. Taking a deep breath, you blew the single candle out that arose a cheer from the ones watching.

Siara then tapped her glass as she stood, “I have a toast.” Paisley stood up as well, making her way beside Siara. “Here’s to the best friend we could ever ask for, the one who is always there to make us laugh and be the one to listen to us when we go through tough times.”

“We love you, and we’re always here for you as well. Thank you to the person who also made this all happen last minute,” Paisley said as she wrapped her arm around Siara and gestured her glass towards Ben. As you all took your glasses, you lifted them in a cheers and drank.

Overwhelming happiness filled you to the brim from their words. You leaned against Ben as he put his arm, that was around the back of your chair, around you. Once again, you placed your hand on his knee as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

The rest of the time at Rick’s was spent talking about past stories and jokes until you had to leave. All of the extra drinks that you all ordered were paid for by Siara who refused to have it any other way. In her words, “It’s your celebration, Ben made the call, and Paisley, well, she doesn’t need to pay for that.” It made you laugh as Paisley had an offended reaction.

Saying bye to Rick, you, Ben, Siara, Brian, Paisley and Freddy made your way out, but the night was not yet over. You all continued the conversations as you all walked in groups of three as the guys split to their own conversation. That left you with the two girls, who were talking about some show you didn’t know. All you did was laugh at the few things that they disagreed on.

Eventually, they changed the topic, splitting back up to walk beside the men. Ben quickened his pace to catch up to you as you headed the front of the group.

“What do you think of tonight so far?” he asked as he took your hand. Compared to the previous conversation you were listening to, his voice was quiet and a lot calmer.

You looked up at him with a gentle grin, “It’s been amazing.” Ben’s eyes were thoughtful and his smile was caring. Leaning down, he gave you a quick kiss. You heard a small squeal from Paisley, who was behind you, which made both you and Ben chuckle. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. There’s still an entire evening ahead of us.”

“Hopefully the rest is as perfect as it is now.”

Ben only smiled in response and gave you another quick kiss as the other two couples caught up and started more conversation. You had wanted more time with Ben, but you have the night and the whole of tomorrow for that. 

Making a quick stop at Ben’s apartment so he could grab some things, you and the others waited outside. You were all about to make your way to the park by your house so that you could have time to talk and rest at the same time. It was still relatively early in the evening. So, you all made a unanimous decision to keep the night going.

With Ben coming back down, you all set off. If anyone saw your group, they would probably judge you as you were travelling in a chaotic group of movement. The occasional yelling in excitement and the rapid shifting of the group as conversation changed all added to this. You were all having fun, so you wouldn’t have noticed the judgement if there were.

When you got to the intersection that led to your house one way and the park in the other, you let the group head to the park as you and Ben quickly stopped at your house to drop his bag off. 

“I didn’t realize how dangerous it would be getting the whole group together,” Ben said with a laugh after dropping his bag in your room.

All you could say was, “Welcome to the group. You’re no longer safe from this.” You poked your elbow into his side as you joked. Together you walked out towards the park laughing. 

Clinging to his arm and leaning your head against his shoulder, the trip was spent in a comforting silence. A silence, you noticed, that was well needed before the constant loudness that was about to continue the night. 

Everyone was waiting at the beginning of the path as you arrived. They moved to let you lead the way to where you wanted, which was the usual area you always went to. Once again, the boys went to their own group and stayed on the pathway while you, Paisley and Siara sat on the patch of grass. 

The three of you discussed how nice it was that they were all getting along when Freddy made his way over, “Is it okay if us guys take a small walk around?” Paisley and Siara left the decision to you.

“Of course. You boys go have fun.”

 “Sweet, thanks,” he said as he made his way back up.

Before they took off, Ben took off his dress coat and put it over your shoulders. Giving him a quick kiss, he walked off with Brian and Freddy. 

Seeing him get along with them made you happy. Now he had people to go to that actually lived here.

-

As Ben walked away from you with Freddy and Brian, he felt slight guilt, but he imagined that Paisley and Siara had things to talk about with you. He turned his attention back as Brian started to talk.

“Ben, I have never heard Siara rant on about someone that was in Y/N’s life ever. Not only that, but I’ve never seen Y/N that happy,” Brian said as he placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder.

Ben gave a shy grin in response.

“I agree. Paisley rants all the time but she’s never been more excited than this. And that’s saying something.” The three men laughed as they all agreed. Ben ended his off with a small nervous sigh.

“There’s just a bit of pressure, you know,” Ben said after a short silence. “With what happened all those years ago.” Brian patted Ben on the back before putting his hand back on his shoulder.

Freddy gave Ben a reassuring push, “Yes, but that shouldn’t put more pressure. Just relax, be yourself. She’s a caring soul and as long as you leave big steps to her, it’ll be okay.”

“Exactly,” Brian chimed in with a slight squeeze to Ben’s shoulder. “I’ve known her for a while now and I know that Freddy is right. Gaining her trust that you won’t be the one to ruin what you have is what will ensure everything will be alright.” Ben started to relax with what he was being told.

There was just one question he wanted to ask that he desperately hoped they knew, “Do you know what happened with her ex? I know he cheated on her, but I feel like something else happened... before that.” 

Brian and Freddy looked at each other with concerned expressions. Ben wanted to desperately know, hoping it wasn’t the answer he was thinking.

“Well, yes. Sadie told me, with Y/N’s permission, herself during one of her visits. Siara also confirmed it as she was at the party that it happened at.” Brian said this solemnly, voice quivering at the memory of the story. Ben looked down in grief. “I actually met Y/N and Siara not long after Y/N broke up with him.”

“I suggest you should wait until she’s comfortable to tell you herself. We’re definitely not the ones who should tell you what happened. Or, if she feels comfortable with it, ask Siara or Sadie. She probably won’t because she blames herself for the way it happened,” Freddy said in a grim tone. The air was heavy around them as they walked slowly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Ben said and the other two rushed to tell him it was fine. 

Changing the topic to lighten the mood, they brought up the fact that Freddy was going to propose soon. “I wanted to do it with everyone around. Would you guys be okay with doing this in about a month?” Ben was cheered up quickly as he agreed, Brian following suit.

After a bit more conversation, they made their way back. Brian took Ben aside quickly to say, “If you ever need a place to stay, not saying anything will happen with the two of you though, Siara and I would be happy to set up one of our spare rooms for you. She already has it ready for you since you may have to due to work.” Ben smiled to himself. Brian continued, “Also, I’m not as busy as I used to be. So if you need anybody to talk to, send me a message or call me.”

“Thanks, Brian.”

“Also, Siara is less likely to spill any secrets you have,” he said with a joking tone. They laughed as they made their way to Freddy to finish their walk back to you and the other girls. Ben’s mood had been lifted back up just enough to enjoy the rest of the night.

-

While the three boys were gone, you were stuck with Siara in dealing with Paisley’s still energetic manner. Thankfully, you were able to add conversations in between, but Paisley brought it back to how happy she was that you finally were in a relationship, even with it being months old news.

“Paisley,” Siara started, “we’re all happy. Just calm yourself.” This caused a laugh from you all, but Paisley finally did calm down. 

They asked what was happening in the next two weeks and you explained what you could. 

“Honestly, I don’t truly know. All I know is that she doesn’t even want to talk details until the last few days of the visit.”

“That is probably the strangest one I’ve heard about,” Siara chimed in.

All of you went silent as you slowly nodded. You assumed that all three of you were trying to think of a solid explanation of this.

Finally, you were saved when you heard the sound of the talking coming from Ben, Freddy, and Brian. Gazing over at them, you saw Brian’s arm wrapped around Ben’s shoulders as they were in deep conversation. Ben’s gaze met yours for a moment and he smiled at you as he continued his response to Freddy. 

“Did you three have a good time?” Siara called out as they made their way closer to you. Still in their conversation, they just nodded in response. The conversation finished as they reached you girls.

Ben stepped up beside you, letting you take his hand as he sat down beside you in the group’s circle. Smiling at him, he laid down and put his head in your lap. You giggled to yourself and played with his loose hair. Until now, you didn’t realize that he didn’t use any product in his hair. It were delighted because it made it easier to mess around with the soft strands.

The next couple of hours were spent talking, you playing with Ben’s hair the whole time. His only movement being a small shift of comfort. Eventually, the others had to leave as they still had to work tomorrow, which left you and Ben alone on the patch of grass under the moon. 

“Tonight was amazing. Thank you, Ben.” He looked up at you from your lap with a smile. It looked almost comical with his messed up hair. Bringing your head down, you smiled before giving him a kiss with your hands on the sides of his face. He brought up one of his own to do the same.

Ben moved his hand from your face to put it over one of yours as you sat back up. You continued to play with his hair with your other hand and linked your fingers with his with the other hand.

“Hmm, I do believe it is still too early to thank me.”

Then, he turned onto his stomach while kissing the top of your hand and propping himself up on his elbows. His crazy hair made you laugh as he tried to shake it. It only made it look worse.

Fixing it slightly, you put it back in a comb-over style. “How does it look?” Ben said as you fiddled with it a bit more. Looking at it, there was something different, but it suited him better. 

You didn’t know why, but a darkness of the past crept up on you. Was it because you thought about things similar about Ben then as you did now? You had no clue. They were just... there.

The smile you had slowly fell. It was very clear that Ben saw this.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

The thoughts you started to have were dark, but you felt you needed to tell him. You didn’t want to bring the night’s mood down but he needed to know. Would you tell him about how you felt about him all those years ago? Probably not. He did deserve to know what happened just after he left.

“I need to tell you something. Something I wanted to tell you years ago when you left high school early.”

You watched as confusion crossed his face. Yet, you didn’t miss the small look of knowing show as well. He was most likely assuming it was about the night of prom.

“What is it,” he said gently as he sat so he was right in front of you. Needing the comfort, you grabbed his hands and held them. 

For a moment you looked down as tears started to fill your eyes, “Back in high school, something happened with-” your voice caught for a moment. The memory was still painful. “With my ex.”

Meeting his eyes, Ben nodded. He have a gentle squeeze to your hands giving you comfort and a feeling of safety.

“We were at a party and... and he got drunk,” your voice was starting to waver. It only got worse as you continued, trying to hold back the tears. “The night before, we had a conversation where I told him how I was starting to question the relationship due to...” you trailed off for a moment.

Should you tell him that you could’ve been together all those years ago? That by now, you may have had more than just these couple months? You decided not to.

Noticing your inner turmoil, Ben gave another comforting squeeze to your hands. “You don’t have to tell me,” he said quietly, rubbing small circles into the back of your hands with his thumbs.

“He started getting aggressive but I turned a blind eye to it. Siara was with me that night and tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. Even with the day before, I loved him too much to believe it.” You broke.

Ben quickly pulled you in to an embrace, your head resting on his shoulder as your tears fell. “It’s okay,” he whispered gently. To help soothe you further, he rubbed gentle patterns on your back, pulling you in tighter when your cries got louder.

Being held by him was the most comfort you had felt while telling this story. Unlike most of the others, he just listened except for the quiet reassurances as your tears soaked a spot on his shoulder. He didn’t mind. He would never mind.

After a moment, you gathered yourself back up. He needed to know. “I- he pulled me aside and brought me to an empty room. At first, I thought he just wanted to talk. An- and then, h-he then started to rip off my clothes, and forced himself on me.” 

You tried hard to keep the breaks in your voice at bay, but it was near impossible. Especially in front of the man in front of you who had such a soft, comfortable, reassuring expression as you continued to rub circles on your hands.

You took another moment to compose yourself a bit more. Ben moved to tracing your knuckles with his thumbs to help comfort you further.

“Had it not been for Siara and her friend, Ken, he would’ve raped me. That night is also why I don’t wear makeup anymore because-” you trailed off as you remembered the words.

“Because of things he said,” Ben said under his breath. He looked up and met your eyes. 

“Yes. He said it was me who caused it. And I believed him. In a way, I still do.”

Ben’s eyes went wide. “Darling, that was hardly your fault.”

When he called you darling, a warmth filled your heart for a moment. Unfortunately it was short lived, “But I ignored Siara’s warning. I ignored how obvious it was that he was trouble even with the whispers of his other side. I ignored how I truly started to feel about someone else. Ben, I was so ashamed that I stayed with him until I caught him with another girl!”

For a moment, confusion filled him at the mention of how you had feelings for someone else. There was no way for you to see this, as it was only a split second facial change. That was not what this moment was about.

Instead, when you looked at him, his eyes were so warming, helping you feel a bit better. He then pulled you back to him, pulling you in close to the safety that was his arms. “None of that was your fault,” he started to softly whisper in your ear as your head once again rested on his shoulder. “You only wanted to believe he was good because you loved him. The blame is on him for taking advantage of your kind love.”

Once again, your tears flowed but softer than earlier. His words only continued to make you feel better along with all the soothing movements and touches. 

Ben pulled you in close, one hand on your back and one on the back of your head. He placed a lingering kiss to the side of your head while letting you cry in his arms.

After a few wonderfully quiet and warm moments, you heard, more like felt, as Ben started to hum a song you didn’t know. The melody was beautiful, though, and it helped to calm you further. Between that and the protective hold he had, you felt a sense of solace flood through you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He answered by pressing another kiss to your head, continuing humming the sweet melody. 

Slowly, you brought your head up and rested your forehead against Ben’s. His humming didn’t stop, but he did wear an expression that said don’t thank me yet. All you did was smile at that.

So, you continued to listen to his sweet humming. Although you didn’t recognize the song at first, it started to sound familiar.

“Ben?”

He looked into your eyes, the tune not stopping but his full attention was on you. The blue was magnificent even in the limited light.

“What song is that?”

Instead of answering, he changed his humming to singing. Then you knew. I’m With You by Avril Lavigne. 

“Take me by the hand, take me somewhere new,” he sang as he took your hand in his. This is where he stopped the song. The discontinuation of the line was a perfect description of the current moment.

Every moment before this was the beautiful build up in your story. His sweet tune and words going through the soft moments of your relationship. The melody was the way you both cared for each other. Slow, but sincere and heartfelt. All of it leading to the cut off. Take me by the hand, something he had done literally. At the same time, it was a way of saying how your hearts were woven together. Take me somewhere new...

He brought his free hand up and wiped your remaining tears away with his thumb. As you sat like this, an overwhelming feeling came over you. Everything about this man has only ever made you feel secure. He’s done nothing but show you how good of a person you are. Ben, for the first time in years, made you feel truly happy and safe.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. That overwhelming feeling: love.

“Ben, I-”

“I love you.”

A smile spread across your lips, “I love you too.”

Ben’s own smile showed before pulling you into a kiss. The passion behind it was a new one, but one you enjoyed far more.

It broke as you started to chuckle, Ben looked slightly confused. “You beat me to it,” you said, brushing your lips to his.

“I apologize, my darling,” he smiled, “I guess something in me wanted to say it first.” Both of you chuckled before locking lips again. This moment couldn’t be more perfect.

Once you needed to catch your breaths, you both rested against your foreheads together once again. Despite trying to hold it back, and having Ben’s warmth, you shivered from the cool night breeze but also his gentle touch of his fingers to your cheek.

“Shall we go home?” You asked. Ben gave a small smile and nodded.

Getting up, he offered you his hand and helped you up. After you had slipped your arms through his coat sleeves, you clung to his arm while you walked back. The short walk was spent in a somewhat silence, the only noise being a soft hum of a new song from Ben. 

When you got to your house, you let Ben get ready before you. You didn’t let him convince you to switch the order, using the excuse that it was your birthday celebration so you made the executive order. Knowing he would be quick, you stood outside of the door as you waited to switch around.

After his predicted quickness was over, you gently placed his dress coat on the top of the shelf before closing the door behind you.

You told him he could come in when you pulled your shirt down, and you knew he caught a small glance of your skin. Ben was the first one to get into the bed, leaving you to turn off the room’s light before making your way to your bed. He had already pulled back the blanket for you, putting it back over you when you took your place beside him. 

He moved his arm so that your head would rest on it and it draped around your back as you snuggled up to him. When you placed a hand on his chest, he took it and brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles. He brought your hand back to his chest and gave a quick kiss to the top of your head before settling into the pillows.

Subconsciously, he started to hum again, adding a few words here and there. They became more incoherent as you both drifted to sleep.

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[darylwillfightnatureforcarol]

Wouldn’t It Be Fun To Run Away, Just You and Me? Chapter 3

Here is the third chapter. Warning for heavy Ez involvement this chapter. Don’t worry, you’ll never see him again after this lol. 

Description: Carol seeks out Ezekiel and tries to make him understand why she can't love him. The two share goodbyes.

Wouldn’t It Be Fun To Run Away, Just You and Me?

Carol found the King outside, fixing his horse to leave.

She sighed.

She knew it hadn’t been right to just drop it on him out in public like that but the thought of talking to him alone caused her to feel dread.

She supposed it reminded her of the times she tried to leave Ed. She knew Ezekiel would never hurt her, but old habits die hard.

“Can we talk?” Carol asked demurely.

Ezekiel looked up, noticing her.

His eyes were red as if he had been crying and it made her cringe. She really had hurt him. She half expected him to tell her to go to hell, but he marched over to her.

“But of course! Anything you desire,” his words sweeping the air filled with sarcasm.

She flinched in response. She had never heard him speak like that to her. She didn’t blame him.

“Please, Ezekiel. I never meant for it to be like this,” Carol begged, trying not to cry.

As much as she tried to be heartless at times, it was in her nature to feel empathy for those in pain. Particularly when that pain was caused by her.

“There’s things I haven’t told you. Things that happened before all of this. Not that that excuses anything but it would help you understand,” she tried to explain.

She had never told him about Ed or about Sophia. The only ones alive who knew about her old family were Daryl, Rick and Maggie.

She owed it to Ezekiel to tell him so he could understand why she had never and could never give him her heart.

He watched her for a moment before he sighed and moved closer to her. His face had lost the hard edge it had taken and there was a new patience in it.

“Tell me,” He urged gently.

“Before everything, I had a husband. He was never anything to write home about but at first, I loved him. Then a year after we were married, he got violent. He used to beat the shit out of me for the smallest thing. The only time he ever left me alone was when I was pregnant with my daughter,” Carol revealed, feeling her stomach churn. She always felt a little sick whenever she thought about Ed.

Ezekiel looked stunned.

“You had a daughter? You never told me,” there was a hint of accusation in his tone.

“Her name was Sophia. She was alive when this started. She made it to age twelve. Then I lost her,” Carol couldn’t help the tear that escaped.

It drove her mad imagining how, if she had been the way she was now, she never would have lost her daughter. She would have been strong enough to protect her.

“I didn’t tell you because it’s something I am ashamed of. The only ones who know are the people I love and trust above all others,” she said it quietly, knowing it would hurt him.

He looked sucker punched and he struggled with his words.

“Rick?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Maggie,” she added to the list out loud.

“Daryl,” he said with conviction.

Carol nodded, confirming.

“You love him,” Ezekiel stated, and it didn’t sound like a question.

Carol frowned at him.

“Of course, I do! He’s my family!” she protested, not understanding what she was defending.

He shook his head at her.

“No, not like that. You LOVE him,” Ezekiel clarified, and Carol was stunned.

“W…What?” she stuttered, trying to get her head around Ezekiel’s thought process. He thought she was in love with Daryl?

She was, of course, but no one knew that but her. There was never a need to confess that secret. Nothing would come of her feelings for her best friend, so she had never spoken them.

Maybe back when they had first started to become close, she might have entertained the idea that they might have something more. Now she knew that Daryl just wasn’t interested in that and he wouldn’t be interested in it with her especially. For one thing, she was too old to be considered desirable.

“Carol don’t play dumb with me. I’ve always seen it, but it took me far too long to accept it. That’s why you don’t love me. Because you already love him,” Ezekiel revealed looking heartbroken.

She was shocked that he had suspected all this time. She had thought she had been very subtle about her feelings for the hunter.

“I…I’m sorry. I tried to be what you wanted from me. I knew nothing would happen with Daryl, so I tried to move on,” she explained, feeling terrible.

Ezekiel looked understanding though.

“I’m not happy about this but I forgive you,” he said with a kind, yet sad smile.

Carol blinked, not expecting that.

“Just like that?” she asked, still confused.

Ezekiel laughed with an unhappy edge.

“I always knew you didn’t really love me. You only stayed because of Henry. He’ll be a man soon. It’s your turn to try to find happiness,” The king said.

Carol swallowed, trying to smile at him. It wasn’t easy.

Ezekiel studied her for a moment before he sighed and stepped towards her, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Be safe out there and know that there will always be a place for you at The Kingdom,” he offered kindly.

She pulled back and gave him a weak smile.

“Thank you. Before I leave, I’ll give you a letter for Henry. I know it’s cowardly of me, but I don’t think I can face him,” Carol explained with a guilty expression. The bond between her adopted son and her had been rocky as of late, but she would definitely miss him.

Ezekiel didn’t look at her with any judgement, he just nodded.

[ramheavenandhell]

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 1: Morticia

AN: Side stories to "The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys". Please read the second chapter of "The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys" first before reading this to avoid spoilers! Anyways, this little fanfic will tell the background stories of the Mortys that Rick C-137 catches in "The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys" and will be updated alongside it. That way, it won't take up any space in the main story and unnecessarily bore any readers that don't care so much about their backgrounds. Warnings: abuse (emotionally and physically), angst/hurt/comfort

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 1: Morticia

When her grandfather had moved in with them, Morticia didn't know what to think of him.

Her mother was so happy to have her father back in her life again after he had left her when she was still just a child. So, Morticia guessed that if her mother was happy that she should be happy, too.

Yet, she still found it weird that he just suddenly appeared out of nowhere after so many years of absence and not even contacting her once in all the time.

However odd that was though, Morticia also couldn't help but find her grandfather interesting.

He's was quite eccentric, but not only that. He was a scientist and not the normal kind, but like a mad genius kind of one.

Not soon after he had moved in with them, he had claimed the garage as his workshop and soon there were shelves filled with the weirdest inventions.

Morticia would lie if she said that all the stuff that he worked on didn't pique her interest.

So, curious as she was, she wanted to get to know her grandfather a bit more.

She just wished that he would just let her.

Morticia didn't know why, but Rick seemed to dislike her.

Whenever she would enter the garage, he would try to kick her out again and the few times when he didn't, he just acted as if she wasn't there. When she would ask about any of his inventions, he would ignore her and he also refused to ever take her with him on one of his adventures to alien planets.

For a while, Morticia wondered if it was because she was a girl, but seeing as her grandfather treated her big sister, Summer, completely different and even allowed her to travel with him on a few occasions, it couldn't be her gender.

She really wondered why Rick disliked her this much since she could not recall ever having done something that could have offended him.

In fact, he had acted coldly towards her from the moment that he had laid his eyes on her.

She wondered so much about it that she even asked her mother why Rick was like that, but Beth only answered "Your grandpa is a good man, so, it must be something that you are doing."

Morticia honestly had no idea what it was that she was doing wrong. After thinking long and hard about it and still not reaching a conclusion, she decided in the end to just ask Rick what the problem was.

With fluttering nerves, she dared to go into the garage where her grandfather was sitting like usual on his workbench and working on some contraption.

Morticia briefly cleared her throat to make her presence known, but Rick kept working as if he didn't know that she was there.

Trying to ignore the sting from being ignored and focusing on the task at hand, she began to speak up.

"Rick? Why do you not like me? What's the problem? Is it—am I doing something wrong?"

Her grandfather suddenly stopped on what he was working and actually turned around to look at his granddaughter.

"You wanna know what's wrong?! Y-you wanna know what the problem is?! You are the problem, Morticia! You not being a Morty is the problem!" he yelled harshly at her. "It's really no surprise that the Rick of this dimension killed himself. I'm really tempted, too. Those damn burickrats at the Citadel completely screwed me over with this one."

"W-what? I don't understand…" Morticia replied faintly.

The girl was confused. What did her grandpa mean that she was not a Morty? And the Rick of this dimension killed himself? She didn't get it.

Rick took a sigh before he went to explain "There are infinite dimensions with infinite possibilities, which means that in a lot of dimensions a Rick exists. And most of these Ricks have a Morty. I used to have one, too before he got killed. That wasn't my fault though. If he had listened to me that wouldn't have happened." Rick was gesturing wildly with his hands, getting very defensive all of a sudden.

"Anyways-" he continued. "-I left and went to the Council of Ricks and applied to get myself a new Morty and they relocated me here. But look what I got. Instead of a Morty I got you!"

With an accusing finger, he pointed at Morticia as if it were her fault somehow.

The girl felt at a complete loss, trying really hard to understand what her grandfather was telling her.

"I-I mean, it's not like we Ricks like having Mortys hanging around us. We just need a Morty so that their idiot-brainwaves are camouflaging our genius waves! And while your brainwaves might work like that, too, there's no way that I'm going to take YOU with me on my adventures! I'd rather risk my life and go without camouflage."

'B-but why?' Morticia wanted to ask.

She felt like none of what Rick had said was an explanation as to why he didn't want her around.

He only said just because she wasn't a "Morty". So does that mean that the problem was because she was born as a girl instead of a boy?

Was that it?

Before she could even demand a proper answer from him, Rick turned back to his project at the workbench and dismissed her with "And now get out of my garage!"

It was obvious that he would just ignore her now no matter what she did or asked, so Morticia gave up and left the garage.

Mortys. Morticia couldn't help but wonder about it. In most other dimensions, her alternate selves were boys that were called Morty, huh? Out of curiosity, she went to her mother and asked her if she had been a boy, what her parents would have named her. "It's funny that you ask because we were actually expecting a boy and had the name Mortimer already. It was quite a surprise that you turned out to be a girl though, so we named you Morticia instead. Not that your dad or I minded it. I like having two girls." Beth answered with a smile. So, Mortimer Smith. That is the one that she should have been but did not became. And that was the reason why her grandfather hated her. Just having the answer though wasn't satisfying enough for her. There must be something that she could do to fix that, right? Then again, it wasn't like she could just become a Morty. Or could she? Morticia felt like she had a sudden revelation. If she could pull off her plan, this whole mess would be fixed and her grandfather could finally like her and take her with him on adventures. Naturally, there was no way that she could turn herself into a boy – not without surgery anyways and she would never find a doctor who would operate on the gender of a 14 year-old girl, never mind the costs of that surgery – but she could at least try to come as close to it as possible.

Morticia set her plan in motion, starting right on the next Saturday early in the morning. She skipped breakfast in favor of leaving the house to go to a hair salon. The stylist looked at her in slight disbelieve as she told her what kind of cut she wanted, but did it nonetheless. She didn't even bat an eyelash as locks upon locks of long brown hair fell all around her to the floor. After everything was done, she looked into the mirror, looked at the stranger that stared back at her. She cast a look at the photo that she had used as reference – a picture that she had found in Rick's room of what she assumed had been his original Morty – and back in the mirror, checking that it indeed looked like it was supposed to. She was satisfied. After that, she walked into a drug store and bought a few bandages. There weren't many at home and Rick was practically hogging them with how often he actually got injured on his adventure – even if he did try to hide it from the rest of the family. Afterwards she returned home and dashed quickly in her room before anyone could see her. Once in her room, she stripped of her shirt and bra and pulled the bandages from the small shopping bag. With a little struggle, she carefully started to wrap the bandages around her chest in an effort to bind it off. It was uncomfortable and probably a tad bit too tightly wrapped, but after she was done and put her t-shirt back on, looking in the mirror, she was satisfied with her appearance. Now she looked exactly like a Morty. Maybe Rick would be able to accept her better like this. Filled with hope and a tight lump of nervousness in her stomach, she slowly made her way to the garage. She knocked briefly and took the grunt that answered her as an invitation to enter the garage. "What?" Rick asked rudely without looking up. He was hunched over his workbench and tinkering on one of his devices again. Morticia was a bit disappointed that he wasn't looking at her. "Hey, Rick. I just wanted to ask if you need h-help or something…" she nervously trailed off. The longer that she stood in the garage being ignored by her grandfather, the more she felt her initial courage waning. "I don't need any help from a girl." Her grandfather only waved her off, still not looking up from the machinery that he was tinkering with. Tensely Morticia continued to stand in the garage, looking at her grandfather's back, not willing to just back out even if she was clearly not welcome here. As Rick started to curse and fumble wildly for a wrench on his workbench, it fell with a loud clanking-sound to the ground. In a flash, Morticia ran over and picked it up, handing the tool back to Rick. "Thanks…" He grumbled almost inaudibly. That was the moment when he finally looked at her and his eyes widened. Morticia hoped that it was a good sign, but his following words disproved it. "What the fuck?! What the hell did you do?!" "I uh… I just…" she wasn't sure what to answer, not having thought about what to tell him in advance when he would question her. "I just wanted to try out a new look… I guess?" Rick's eyes instantly narrowed and the look of shock on his face was replaced by one of pure rage. Before the girl knew what happened to hear, a loud slap resounded in the garage and she found herself sitting on the concrete floor with a stinging cheek. Morticia looked up at her grandfather with big, wet eyes and one of her hands was slowly reaching up to place itself on the quickly reddening and swelling cheek. Rick's hand was still lifted in the air as he looked darkly down at her. "Dammit, Morticia! Stop trying to be something that you are not!" he yelled. Tears finally spilled as the girl looked in disbelieve at her grandfather. "B-but I-" she tried to argue back but was cut off. "No! You just never listen to me, do you?!" Rick slapped her hard again, causing her to land flat and face down on the floor. He yanked her head up again by gripping tightly into her short curls and moved her so that her ear was directly against his mouth. "You will never be my Morty! You're never going to be what I want!!" spittle was flying from his mouth and splattering her face. Then he threw her back on the ground again before he sat down in his swivel chair. "And now get out of here! You know that I don't want you in here." Still in pain and with a swollen face, she slinked out of the garage. As soon as the door was closed behind her and she leaned against it, tears trailing down her red cheeks, she could hear her grandfather cursing loudly. "Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!" There was a loud crash as if he had swiped everything from his workbench on the ground in anger. "Why does she have to do this to me?!" Morticia didn't understand. What had she done? Just what was it that she was doing wrong…?

And then Rick was just gone. He had been up and left in his trashy space ship, going on one of his crazy adventures without saying a word. No one worried about it. After all, it wasn't all that unusual that he was sometimes gone for several weeks without a sign of him that he was still alive and kicking. However, Morticia had a feeling. A feeling that something bad had happened to her grandfather. She was sure that he wasn't going to return, but she couldn't voice her thoughts aloud. It would break her mother's heart if she did, the woman becoming quickly a nervous wreck with each passing day while trying to convince herself that her father hadn't abandoned her again and would surely come back. Days continued to pass. Then weeks. Eventually they turned into months and still no sign of Rick. Beth had a breakdown by now thinking for sure that he left her for good. Morticia wanted to comfort her, telling her that it surely wasn't her mother's fault that he didn't come back, but she just couldn't find the right words. A little part inside her was blaming herself – thinking that she was the reason why he didn't return. One day however, when Morticia was lingering around in the garage as she used to do every so often after school, a green, swirling portal suddenly opened up. Her hair had already grown a considerable amount back by now and she wore her red hairband again. Rick stepped through the portal and Morticia looked with big eyes at him. Something was off… "Oh. H-hey there, Morti." Rick greeted her with a twitching smile as he spotted the girl, trying to hide a look of surprise. She immediately knew what was off. "You-you're not my Rick." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Rick smiled apologetically at her…

It seemed that aside from Morticia no one noticed that this Rick wasn't the Rick that belonged to this dimension – not that the one that had been here before had really belonged here either. Summer seemed to have noticed that he was different and probably figured it out but didn't say anything. Beth was overjoyed to have her father back, her mental state stabilizing enough that she didn't need to drown her worry and self-hatred in red wine anymore – she just drank as much as was considered normal for an alcoholic like her. Everything seemed to be back to normal even though the Rick that was now here was a replacement. However, even if he was a different Rick, it didn't mean that it made things worse. "Hey, Morti. Wanna go on an adventure together? You know on planet Glurbah in the Algamflorx Galaxy are plants that only grow every 500 years and they're in bloom right now. Do you have any idea how much money we gonna make when we harvest and sell these babies? It's gonna be great!" "Huh?" she looked at her grandfather in surprise. "Are-are you really sure that you want to take me with you?" Rick looked at her surprised. "Of course! It wouldn't be a classical Rick and Morty adventure without you." "But I'm not a Morty. I'm only a Morticia…" she mumbled and walked off, leaving her grandfather standing in the garage, stunned.

It was just another normal morning in the Smith household. Beth was serving breakfast as the family members, one after the other, trickled into the room to take a seat at the table. Rick was the last one to walk into the room. "Uh…Dad?" Beth carefully asked as she looked at him. "Hmm? What is it, sweetie?" he casually asked back. "Um…" she fumbled how to properly word her question. "Why do you suddenly have boobs, Dad?" The question drew the attention of the other family members immediately to Rick. "What the heck, Grandpa Rick?!" Summer shouted as she almost dropped her phone. Moriticia also stared at him with wide eyes and at a loss for words. Her facial expression was matching the one that was on her dad's face. "Hey, you have boobs, too. Why can't I have them? What's the-what's the problem with that?" Rick commented as if it was no big deal. "Well…" Beth wanted to start but then decided to just dismiss it. "…I guess you're right. Please dig in before the pancakes get cold." Everyone quickly overcame their shock at Rick's new appearance and continued their breakfast as if everything was normal. Everyone, but Morticia. She still stared at her grandfather with a gaping mouth, taking in his transformation. He still wore his off-white lab coat and a blue sweater, but underneath it were two round, bouncy spheres that pressed against the cloth noticeably enough. His boobs were huge – they were at least a double D size – and Morticia couldn't help but think that he completely overdid it. She didn't dare to say it aloud though. However, as he turned around to her and winked with a friendly smile, it finally dawned on Morticia why Rick had done such a ridiculous thing. It was because he cared about her – unless her last Rick – and wanted to show her that she didn't need to be ashamed of her gender. He would be supporting her whether she was a Morty or a Morticia. She realized all that even before Rick confirmed it for her verbally later in the garage. In that moment, she made a vow to herself. Morticia vowed that she would try everything in her might to never disappoint her grandfather.

AN: So, this was Morticia's background story. I hope that her personality and the reason why she's so antagonizing to / competing with her male counterpart in "The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys" as well as why she's pushing herself so hard for Rick, has become more understandable with this. Of course, how she ended up in the wild and what had happened to her last Rick is still a mystery…

Part 12 of Entricked Fates Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2