#even stuff i was going to do around the house i need supplies from outside to do it.

[ablazeinhim]

Of course it had to snow more than my car can handle, and keep snowing all day, on the day I had a bunch of errands lined up. And I have plans tomorrow so I might not be able to run them then.

#i cried out of frustration this morning #i woke up SO ready to get shit done and be productive #im going to a baby's bday party on sunday and i needed to get a gift! #good thing im not embarrassed to walk in empty handed if i have to #even stuff i was going to do around the house i need supplies from outside to do it. #theres always cleaning my room. maybe ill do that #lord knows my clean laundry basket is overflowing and overwhelming me #rant #=

[chrollohearttags]

babe! Im in love with nerd!reader cause truthfully I am the biggest nerd. but anyways plug eren with nerd reader who buys from him on the weekends cause school is stressful! what better to relieve that stress than to get high!! always calling her cute little names cause shes so sweet , rolling her blunts so she doesnt have too and , giving her discounts 😉! omg and the way she gets so shy when he finally asks her out on a date! especially because she already had a huge crush on him!!

omg this is the cutest!!  🥹🥹 I absolutely love it, thank you so much for suggesting it!

cw: black fem reader (plus size coded), mentions of drugs, pet names

!nerd (y/n) was undoubtedly the smartest girl on the campus. Best grades, sat at the head of every academic committee and helped tutor other students.

!nerd (y/n), who was bogged down with the pressures of perfection and to always success, started feeling stressed and couldn’t calm down, even if you tried.

you had tried everything from incense to meditation and nothing was working. That’s when you decided to venture out to…other options.

!nerdy little (y/n), who normally didn’t hang around his type ended up meeting eren jaeger, the notorious class plug. He pretty much supplied everyone on the campus with their daily fixes. From Xans to party with to weed for helping to calm down. Which is exactly what you wanted.

eren definitely laughed when you first approached him because you were the last person he’d expect to want to smoke. But he helped anyways.

“Little miss perfect wants to get high? This can’t be real.”

nerd (y/n), who was paranoid about getting in trouble was reassured by him that it was all good. He even came to your apartment to help get you ‘set up’ and make sure there were no adverse affects because he’d never give you something that would cause harm.

“I just need something to help me relax. I can’t even sleep anymore. Even when I have a day off.”

!nerd (y/n), after taking your first couple of hits, instantly felt calmer and more at ease.

“See, I told you.”

!nerd (y/n) now calls eren every weekend like clockwork to come drop her stuff off. Watching that hellcat pull up outside and hearing the shuffle of his slides by her door.

!nerd (y/n), who always answers the door in a big fluffy sweatshirt and little shorts covering those thick thighs, with your glasses on gets him flustered. And him doing the same with those Nike techs and hoodies on. His hair always pulled back with a nose ring on.

!nerd (y/n), who never has to worry about rolling your own blunts because he doesn’t want you worrying your pretty little head with such trivial things. He even gives you a couple pre rolls.

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. I got it. You just focus on studying.”

he always gives you praise! Telling you how proud he is and that you’re doing a good job.

!nerd (y/n), who lets him stay over as long as he wants, even getting high with eren because you feel safer when he’s around. (definitely let him shotgun once or twice.)

!nerd (y/n), who gets so sad when he has to go always looks forward to next weekend.

“I gotta go, angel. But I’ll see you around, I’m sure.”

!nerd (y/n) when asked how much you owe, gets laughed at and dismissed.

!nerd (y/n) who gets so nervous seeing him hover over your frame in the doorway looks down at the ground because he’s too cute to make eye contact with.

“For you, pretty girl? It’s on the house, don’t even worry about it.”

!nerd (y/n), who always ends up with extra if you give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves.

!nerd (y/n), who’s shock to get a text from eren in the middle of the week and to meet him in the library nonetheless isn’t sure what this is about but goes anyway.

!nerd (y/n), thinking he needs help with studying is shocked when he asks you out on a date. Says that he’s had a crush on you for the longest.

“You wanna go on a date with..me?”

eren always found it adorable that for someone so smart, you were completely oblivious to advances.

“You’re so cute. Yes, if you’ll go.”

!nerd (y/n), who now has a little more to look forward to than just smoking when her plug comes around.

#black fem reader #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black fem!reader #eren yeager #aot x black reader #plug eren x black reader #nerd reader #black fanfiction #black reader #eren jaeger headcanons #eren jaeger imagines #aot imagines #aot headcanons #aot au #cherry’s asks 🍒 #attack on titan eren #black fanfic writer #eren x reader #eren x chubby reader #anime #attack on titan #aot black reader fluff

[heartfullofleeches]

Yandere Streamer + Delivery Driver Reader Blurb

"Package!"

You bang your fist against the apartment door, lock popping open after the second beat. Music floods from its cracks, leaving you curious as to how anyone heard you when another resident on this very floor couldn't hear you from their own living room. The query fades into irrelevancy as you wheel your cart closer to the opening door. The only thing that mattered was getting the job done so you could finally head home.

"Yeah?"

"Package for a uh...." You flip through your notes. "Miller?" That was definitely a new one. You've been delivering packages to this apartment complex from a local warehouse store for a few months by now to the point you almost knew everyone's name. The home owner's tired face gains an enormous grin, but not at the mention of the name. Rather, the voice behind it.

"Yeah, that's me. Sorry, thought you might've been someone else."

"I understand. From what I have here, you ordered a new surveillance camera, a gaming chair, and a set of deadbolt locks. You also requested set up for the chair. Is that correct?"

"Sounds about right. Come on in. Bedroom's to your right. Try not to take too long, I'm going live soon." You drag the cart in as Miller shuts and secures the door; chain lock clicking into place.

You park outside of the bedroom door, carrying the needed supplies inside and adding them to a plethora of boxes already situated inside. Must've just moved in, you conclude; despite all the worn posters and furniture placed around the room. The boxes were stacked in a way that they were out of general sight of a computer set up near a bolted window. Oddly enough, there was already a chair in front of it.

"New one's for my partner." Miller answers to the question you hadn't even asked, pointing at the chair. "Couples streaming seemed like a good way to welcome them home. All this other stuff is theirs too. Don't have much from their old home and I wanted to spoil them."

"When do they move in?"

"Today."

"I see.." You trail away from the conversation as you focus all your mental energy towards assembling their chair. You never got the proper training for this part of the job, but it wasn't rock science. Miller even helped you get started before they left the room, music blaring through the other corners of the house as they work on their own tasks. Three quarters of an hour down, and you've got it done. Miller had reentered the room around the time and had been working on their computer. They usher you over to bring the chair, offering you a seat for all your hard work.

"Y'know, I should be thanking you for all your hard work. You don't know how many times I've had to reschedule my order because they kept sending your coworker instead. Made no sense, but I guess you had other deliveries. It's whatever. All that's in the past now, baby."

Before you can ask what they mean, Miller puts on their headphones and presses a button on the keyboard. Your puzzled face appears on screen, blocked partially by the bill of your hat.

"Hey, guys! I'm here with my first stream with my spouse. Told you I was taken. I know I've hyped up their arrival, it just took a while to get things settled, but now they're finally home and here to stay."

#Deliver driver reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere oneshot #Yandere streamer #miller my oc

[lesbianloml]

the beginning

my babysitter au

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big

summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.

a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!

1.8k words

(not my pics)

(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)

"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?

"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.

you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.

wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."

as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"

as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.

the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.

little do you know, this is just the beginning

#lesbian #bisexual #lgbtq #dark wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #dark wanda smut #dom!wanda #mommy wanda smut #fem reader #wanda maximommy #wanda smut #wanda maximov #wanda x you #wanda x agatha #wanda fanfic #wanda x natasha #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #marvel cinematic universe #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff x you #mommy k!nk #domme mommy #mommy issues #ab/dl mommy #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?

[death-paint]

Spellbound

Leon Kennedy x Fem! Witch! Reader

Word Count: 2224

Warnings: sickeningly sweet fluff

Finally finished it! This fic has been in the works for months. Mainly because of writer's block and general executive dysfunction. It's definitely happier than my last fic, but I do also have another angst fic coming. This is my second time ever posting a fic on Tumblr, so please be gentle with any critique ;w; I hope you all enjoy!! Fic under the cut!!

Although this particular piece isn't NFSW, minors DO NOT INTERACT with my content.

dividers by @cafekitsune

You danced around the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, waving around a little stick of incense as the smoke wafted into the room. He scrunched up his nose at the smell, but stared at you affectionately from the doorway. The music you had playing only enhanced the mood as you finally set the incense in the holder before walking into the kitchen and setting it on the windowsill. You were in a good mood today, wiggling your hips as you washed the dishes, getting ready to cook dinner for the two of you.

Leon walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling the scent of your shampoo. You swayed a little more dramatically as you felt his touch, humming along to the song that carried through the house as you spun around.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, "What's got you feelin' so good this afternoon?"

"Getting some new supplies in the mail," you reply. "Bought some stuff online from a small business that I've been waiting on for a while."

"What kind of supplies?" Leon asked, confused.

"You'll see." You giggled at his cluelessness. "I'll teach you everything you need to know once it's here."

"Aw, come on, babe you're killin' me," he groaned. "Just tell me."

"Nope." You stand firm as you finish washing the dishes from earlier that day, taking one of the pots and putting it on the stove for pasta. "You'll have to wait, baby."

He finally let it go and sat down at the dining table, watching as you worked your magic. You bent down into a lower cabinet, pulling out a mason jar full of water with writing scribbled on the lid, and poured it into the pot. Leon raised an eyebrow. Why would you need to jar water? Why was it labeled? Did it have something in it? How did he not see it in the cabinet before?

“Hey…What’s up with the jar?” He asked, curiosity ever-so-present in his voice.

“Oh, this?” You held up the now empty jar. “It’s a little bit of moon water I made last full moon.”

He let your explanation sit with him for a beat, but he was still confused.

“I-…Moon water?” You let out another giggle.

“Yeah, baby. Moon water. You put water in a clear container and let it sit outside at night during whatever moon phase you wanna make it in.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as you provided more information.

“And what’s that supposed to do?” He pressed further.

“Depends on the phase.” You answered nonchalantly, turning back around to salt the water in the pot before adding in the spaghetti noodles. Leon scoffed, giving a smirk and shaking his head even when you couldn’t see him. But you could hear it in his voice.

“I call bullshit.” He started. “You really expect me to believe that you think moonlight has some magical powers? Come on, babe.”

“I know it doesn’t…not in the way you’re thinking, at least,” you replied, now sounding almost sad. “I know, it sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

Leon immediately backtracked, taking note of how belittled you appeared to feel.

“Wait- no, I’m sorry, I…” He sighed, trying to find the words. “It’s just…an unfamiliar idea to me is all. I don’t mean to make you feel bad about it, hon.”

“Well…if you do it again I’m not gonna teach you,” you huffed, pulling cheese and a carton of heavy cream out of the fridge. You grabbed another pot, thought for a moment, and then put it back, deciding against making more dishes for yourself to clean. You turned to the windowsill, where the now spent incense lay in a pile of ash on its holder, next to the herbs you had in little flowerpots.

You plucked a few leaves of each. All for taste, as well as practising your craft. Rosemary, thyme and basil for love, oregano to strengthen the bond with your partner, garlic and parsley for protection, a little bit of onion powder for good health, salt and pepper to purify your energy, and a sprinkle of (common) sage to dispel negativity. You laid everything out on the nearby cutting board, wiping your hands and turning to the pot of noodles. The strainer was already in the sink, and you grabbed a measuring cup to fill it with some of the starchy water before dumping the rest down the drain, the noodles caught in the metal colander.

That same pot was used just moments later. You threw it back on the burner, quickly turning down the heat and throwing in just enough pasta water to cover the bottom. You were just about to pick up the block of cheese to grate it when Leon stood up from his chair, taking it from you and giving you a kiss on the cheek before grating it himself.

“Can’t have you doing everything by yourself, love.” It was your turn to scoff now.

“That was literally the only thing I had left,” you told him, eyebrows raised as you crossed your arms.

He shrugged.

“Just thought I should take care of the rest.”

“You’re an ass,” you playfully smacked his shoulder.

“You know you love me.” He looked up briefly from his task, grinning.

Soon enough, dinner was finished and the two of you curled up on the couch with full bellies, deciding to leave the dishes to be dealt with in the morning. The two of you took turns flicking through your usual channels, but nothing good was on tonight. You even flicked through some streaming networks, but to your dismay, still couldn’t find anything you hadn’t already finished or were even interested in starting.

“Hey…How about I give you a reading?” You asked, clasping your hands together and raising them to your mouth as you smiled, waiting for his response.

“First moon water, now the…card…thing?” He answered your question with another before giving a sigh. “Sure, why not.”

As soon as he gave his seemingly reluctant approval, you hopped up off the couch and quickly walked to the altar in the corner of the room. You’d done most of the decorating, seeing as Leon rarely had time (even when he was home) to worry about the aesthetics of his living space. He’d wondered what was up with all of the suns, moons and stars, the occasional seashell here and there, and just chalked it up to you having an eccentric taste– which, to be honest, wasn’t that far off. The wall above the altar was full of dried flowers, some from bouquets that Leon bought you, others foraged. If he was being honest, at first he thought they looked kind of creepy, but over time he learned to like it. He thought it was cute that you kept the flowers he bought you, figuring you putting them on display was your way of showing appreciation for his affection. Small animal bones and crystals were arranged carefully on the altar, along with candles of varying sizes and colors– some burned down a bit more than others– and little trinkets he’d brought home from missions as well.

Leon watched as you opened the drawer and pulled out a deck of tarot cards, taking in your excitement. He loved making you happy, even if it meant doing something he was a little skeptical about. He couldn’t help but crack a smile as he saw your own, affection filling his gaze as you plopped back down on the couch.

You pulled out the deck of cards and a notepad from its box, set the notebook down, and began to shuffle.

“Wait…Tarot readings tell you your past, present, and future, right?” Leon asked, bows furrowing quizzically.

“Not necessarily,” you explained. “Most readings will give you advice about a current situation. It might tell you what will happen if you don’t take that advice, though,”

“So…you’re giving me life advice…with cards?” He shot out another question. “Am I getting that right?”

“Well…yeah, pretty much.” You shrugged. “There’s different kind of readings, too. Financial readings, love readings, career readings…”

“Let’s just start with a general one, yeah?” Leon suggested, a bit nervous about being able to retain all that information.

“Alright…I’ll shuffle, you tell me when to stop, and I’ll pull a card. We’ll do that for a basic three card spread.” You picked up the pace, shuffling only a few cards around when Leon told you to pull the first card. You pulled it away from the deck and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. You shuffled again, a bit longer this time, rinse and repeat.

One by one, you turn the cards over. 

“Wait, this one’s upside down…” Leon reached over to turn the card around, but you gently pushed his hand away.

“It’s supposed to be, babe. It has a meaning that way, too.” You turned the rest of the cards over. “King of Swords in reverse…Three of Cups…and Strength.”

“King of swords, and strength, huh? I must be a pretty macho man.” He chuckled.

“Well…The King of Swords in reverse can mean that you’re…impulsive or manipulative, kind of just…irrational,” you corrected him, treading lightly on your words and trying not to upset him.

“Irrational? Manipulative? When have I ever been manipulative?” his tone was defensive.

“Shush, don’t take it so personally, babe. They’re just cards.”

“Okay…what about the other two?” Leon huffed.

“Three of Cups represents happiness or overcoming some kind of hardship,” you turn to him, awaiting another response.

“Definitely have had a few of those,” he chuckled, calming down. “Alright, and the last one?”

“Strength represents…well, strength of course, and that you’re compassionate, patient, and that you can keep a cool head under pressure. Well, most of the time, seeing as you have the King of Swords in reverse as well.”

“Huh…well I guess that’s pretty accurate,” he said with a click of his tongue. “Can…I do one for you?”

“Of course!” You answered. “I can teach you how to read them, it’ll be fun!”

“Sure, okay. What’s next, you teach me spells?” He asked jokingly.

“I can!” Leon laughed briefly at your answer, before realizing you were serious.

You pulled up a website with a list of the meanings for the cards, and shoved the three cards from the previous reading back into the deck. You then handed the deck to Leon, having seen him shuffle cards before and knowing he was fairly good at it. He made a show of it, knowing you liked to watch as his skilled fingers cut the deck and shuffled effortlessly.

“How you want me to deal ‘em, pretty girl?” He smirked, finishing up when the first card fell out of the deck.

“You can do it however you feel is best, Leon,” you said. Leon nodded, opting to just pull the next two cards from the top. “I was thinking of asking about how things would work out between us, though.”

“Do you really need cards to tell you that?” Leon asked. “I’m sure we’ll be fine. Let’s see…”

He flipped the first card over.

“The moon…What’s the moon gotta do with us?”

“Ooh…The Moon…” you repeat, your tone seeming to imply to him that the meaning was a bad one. “Complicated romance, uncertainty about love.”

Leon’s face dropped before he frantically turned over the next two cards,

“High priestess and queen of wands…”

“Keep patient, calm exterior with inner passion, intimacy…And for the Queen of Wands…an independent, cheerful and confident lover and… openness in the relationship.”

“And…What would that mean altogether?” Leon tilted is head with curiosity, his pretty blue eyes full of worry.

“Well, to me, it means that what we have is a bit hard to figure out at first, but if we stay patient with each other and communicate calmly, we’ll be okay.” You tilt your head back at him mockingly before continuing. “What’s the matter, mister? I thought you didn’t believe in this kind of stuff?”

“Pssh, I don’t” Leon scoffs. “Just…wanted to quiz you.”

“Mhm…sure, let’s go with that, love.” You shove the cards back into the deck and give him a kiss on the cheek before standing up to put the cards back on your altar. Leon goes through the collection of dvds on the shelf underneath the tv, and eventually pulls out something that looks like a shitty romcom. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? Don’t like it?” he asks.

“Never been a romcom kinda gal, you know that, Lee.” You reply.

“Fine, what do you wanna watch, then?”

“Let’s just play a game together or something.”

“Alright, but I’ll just watch you.”

Soon enough, after a couple hours of trying to figure out a puzzle, you finally got tired (and frustrated) enough to go to bed. You took a quick shower, changed into some pajamas, and climbed into bed next to Leon. He pulled you closer, noses brushing together as you tangled your legs with his own.

“I love you,” Leon whispered.

“Even if you think my witchy stuff is silly?” you asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, baby.” Leon kissed your forehead as the two of you closed your eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.

“I love you too Leon. So much."

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #fluff #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy x y/n #fanfic #leon s kennedy #resident evil leon #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert

[flowersandbigteeth]

Can we have some more omegaverse stuff pretty please? (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)

This is sfw, but just an idea I had rolling around in my head...the last one was a little alpha dom heavy, so this one is a little omega dom heavy

Alpha (Jagger) x tough omega female

Word Count: 2.5k

W: omegaverse fluff, threats and descriptions of violence, implication of nsfw at the end, but sfw

“I’d point your nose in another direction if I were you, alpha,” you said, cocking the shotgun you’d bought specifically with rounds that would take down an alpha for this reason. It was also the reason you lived in this far out location, in a cabin in the woods, away from people and anyone who could give you up to someone who would try to take you captive. You were an omega, but you weren’t just going to be someone’s pet. 

The blonde alpha limping up to your porch covered in blood panted a little and leaned on his knee at the base of your porch. Your five bull mastiffs, Biscuit, Waffle, Cake, Toast, and Cookie were barking their heads off but staying where they were trained to stand in front of you. 

“Come on doll face,” he said, flashing you a smile, surprising for his condition, “can’t I come in for just a minute for a cuppa water? I’m a little outta sorts here.” 

A red trail followed behind him. You clenched your jaw and shook your head.

“Stay right there,” you said, “the dogs are trained to maul you if you move after I turn my back.” 

His eyes got wide, looking at them and he nodded. You hurried inside and gathered some of your precious medical supplies. You weren’t cruel, you weren’t going to leave him to die, but you were sure as hell not letting him in your house. The last thing you needed was alpha pheromones fucking your head all up. 

When you got back outside he looked a lot paler, the pool of blood around him growing. The dogs were getting triggered by the blood, starting to tap their paws. 

“Sit! Stay!” you told them and they obediently stopped barking and sat at attention, watching you for your next command. 

You groaned as, with a massive thunk, the fucking alpha collapsed on your front lawn. 

“Motherfucker,” you cursed, dropping your shotgun against the side of your house. 

The guy had to weigh 500 lbs, so when you’d patched up the deep wounds riddling his body, all you could do was use your truck to drag him into your barn. Your lady goats that were milked and in their pens for the night didn’t like his intrusion anymore than you did, bleating their displeasure.

“Chill out girls,” you hollered at them, not that it helped any, “he’ll probably be dead in the mornin’.” 

His presence worried you. Two people knew you were out there, the omega butcher you sold the goats and milk to and her alpha mate. You didn’t believe they would give you up, but without asking him you couldn’t explain the alpha’s presence here or why he was all cut up.

Whoever had worked him over was having fun with him. They weren’t jagged, random wounds from a fight. The cuts were clean and precise, in places that would bleed heavily but not immediately kill him, the worst ones right across his cheeks, marring his pretty face. You were starting to think he’d been dumped out here to die.

While you looked at him passed out in the hay, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was for an alpha. Most of them looked like monsters with giant teeth and wide jaws, but this one had more of a pretty look to him, even though his jaw was still wide. His lashes were long and his lips had a nice bow, like a young Vincent Price. You wondered if the two nasty slices running diagonally across his cheeks to take up the most space possible had anything to do with that. Seemed maybe a little intentional. 

You tried to sleep in your own bed after the sun set and you’d eaten dinner, but you were too anxious, wondering about the alpha. What if he died? What if he lived? What were you going to do with his body? Drag it out to the road and dump it? It’d take you days to dig a six foot hole big enough to bury him. The morbid thoughts kept you up and you found yourself in the barn with your shotgun at your side watching him. 

He was still breathing and he stayed like that for the next day and the next. Each night you set yourself up on a barrel of hay and fell asleep watching him with your gun at your side and the dogs piled around you. 

The third day you woke to the dogs growling and you instinctively snatched your gun and cocked it, aiming at the alpha who was sitting up on his elbows smiling at you. 

“Morning doll face,” he said grinning, “looks like I lived motherfuckers! Hahaha! Cock suckers can’t kill me! Jagger’s back from the graaaaave!” 

You had no idea what he was so happy about, he looked like shit. You’d cleaned the blood off of him, but he had hay stuck all over him and his face was half stitches. 

“How are you smiling right now?” you asked. 

He grinned even wider which had to hurt.

“I’m lookin’ at the prettiest face I’ve ever seen, babydoll,” he said, “I’ve never been happier to be breathing!” 

You blinked at him, for once, unsure what to say. Your cheeks warmed just a bit and you shrugged your shoulders, trying to brush it off. 

“What’s your name, alpha?” you barked. 

“Jagger,” he said, “what about you?” 

“You don’t need to know,” you said, “you’re not stayin’. When you can walk you’re carryin’ your ass outta here.” 

He put up a hand, schooling his features. 

“Yeah, okay. The pretty lady with the gun is the boss, I get it,” he said, “you got any food around here?” 

He glanced at the goats.

“Preferably not still moving,” he said, frowning at them. 

“Watch him,” you told the dogs and they took the stance they’d been taught, eyes laser focused on their target. If he moved, they attacked. That’s what you’d trained them to do. 

“Motherfucker!” you growled as you carried a bag of food back to the barn. 

All five of your vicious dogs, who could and had mauled and killed two alphas before you’d moved out here, were belly up around the alpha getting pets. 

“Hey! Attention!” you snapped at the dogs and they reluctantly hopped up, sitting dopily next to him with their tongues hanging out. 

“What’d you do to my dogs?!” you snapped. 

He smirked and shrugged. 

“Everyone loves me,” he said, “it’s a curse, honestly.” 

You rolled your eyes back in your head and counted to five. 

“I brought you food,” you hissed, tossing him the bag, “and obviously somebody doesn’t like you very much. Wanna tell me why you’re half butchered?” 

“Mmm,” he nodded, as he shoved the sandwich in his mouth and chewed. 

“It was all a big misunderstanding,” he said, “I had a very brief, but fiery relationship with an elegant woman and when I happened to be out of town with some of her belongings, she misinterpreted the situation and thought I seduced her and robbed her.” 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Which you didn’t do,” you said. 

He shrugged. 

“It’s really a matter of perspective,” he said, “it was a torrid love affair and she said what was her’s was mine…so…I took her word for it!” 

“What belongings, exactly?” she asked. 

“Nothing special…just some baubles…jewelry and the like…I think she was a bit more upset at how our relationship ended than exactly what I took. When she found me I happened to be with another woman…for purely platonic reasons. She didn’t see it that way.” 

You rolled your eyes. So he was a con man. 

“So she had you sliced up and tossed in the woods to die, huh? Sounds like a lovely lady,” you said. 

He shrugged. 

“Well she didn’t cut off my cock,” he said, leaning back on his elbow, his blue eyes sparkling at you, “so it’s not that bad, really.” 

You shook your head at him. 

“Look, I don’t like people knowin’ I’m out here, so when you go, keep it to yourself, alright?” you asked, “if I see you again, I’ll shoot you on sight.” 

He smirked at you and pet one of your dogs. 

“But the pups would be so upset,” he said, “they like me.” 

You rolled your eyes, and called your dogs to you. 

“I’ve got things to do,” you said, “stay here.” 

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, babydoll,” he said, putting arms behind his head and laying back in the hay. 

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Click. Click. 

You pulled the pieces of your gun apart as you cleaned and oiled them, your legs hanging off of your back porch. 

“Even when the sky comes falling, even when the sun don’t shine, I got faith in you and I so put your pretty little hand in mine!” you sang to it.  

“Do you really sing to your gun? You’re too pretty to be lonely, doll.” 

You jumped a foot into the air and spun around to find the alpha behind you. 

“Anybody ever tell you not to sneak up on somebody holding a gun?” you snorted, catching your breath. 

“If you can assemble that fast enough to get me before I get you, I deserve to die,” he chuckled, sitting down next to you. 

“I thought I told you to stay in the barn,” you grunted, putting your gun back together quickly and loading it. 

“Wanted to see if you needed help with anything. Should probably pull my weight if I’m gonna stick around here,” he said. 

You frowned. 

“You’re not staying here,” you said. 

“No?” he asked, looking at your five dogs, totally not trying to intimidate him at all, playing on the lawn, “dogs like me. You like me. Don’t see why I can’t.” 

“I don’t like you,” you pointed out, “you’re a con man and I’m going to shoot you.” 

He shrugged. 

“Can’t be worse than my last girlfriend. At this point a clean shot is probably better than getting sliced and diced,” he grinned at you, “and you do like me, I can smell you.” 

You knew you were putting off omega pheromones. That’s why you’d wanted him to stay in the barn, away from you. 

You lifted your head as your dogs drew to attention. Someone was approaching your farm. 

“Stay behind me,” you snapped at the alpha as you followed your dogs to the front lawn, where you found a beautiful, tall woman exiting an expensive car. 

You raised your gun and your dogs formed a defensive line. 

“Who are you?” you snapped, “this is private property! No trespassers!” 

She scoffed, glancing behind you at your alpha companion. 

“Jagger!” she crooned, “there you are! I was worried you’d died or something. I didn’t find you where I left you…have you learned your lesson? Ready to come back home?” 

A snarl escaped your lips as the omega part of your brain, drenched in Jagger’s pheromones went nuts. Your body was already attaching yourself to him, drawing the two of you together. You instinctively cocked your gun. 

“I told you, no trespassers, lady,” you snapped, “you’ve got five seconds before I start shooting.” 

She frowned, her eyes focusing on you. 

“I’m here for my boyfriend,” the beta woman hissed. 

“You cut all your boyfriends up?” you asked. 

She snorted. 

“Only when they misbehave,” she said innocently. 

“Well you dumped him on my property, so he’s mine now,” you told her in no uncertain terms, kicking yourself even as the words left your lips. 

Behind you Jagger made a noise of approval. 

Underneath your clothes, your skin was starting to burn as Jagger’s pheromones sank into it. As annoying as the sensation was, you were getting more and more agitated. Your omega instincts offended that she was trying to approach your alpha. 

You knew wealthy beta women like her liked to keep the strapping alphas as pets…as long as they could manage to and the thought enraged you. 

“Jagger…” she hummed, turning her attention back to him, “you and I both know you’re not going to stay here with this…farm girl…you have expensive tastes. Let’s get you cleaned up and into a proper set of clothes…” 

Without another word you fired a warning shot close to her feet and she jumped. 

“Your five seconds are up,” you snarled. 

She glared at you, refusing to move. 

“You don’t want him,” she spat, “he’s sneaky…don’t you want to know why he got his punishment in the first place? He needs to be kept on a short leash.” 

“Don’t care,” you said, firing another shot to the other side of her, careful to miss her tires so she could hurry up and go, “find yourself another toy.” 

She huffed, angry she wasn’t gaining any ground. 

“Fine!” she hissed, “keep him! He’ll run out on you just like he ran out on me!” 

She gave you the finger before she got into her car and peeled off, kicking up a cloud of dust behind her. 

By this point your need for your alpha was making your mind hazy. You knew you weren’t thinking straight, but your biology couldn’t be denied. The damn woman had sent your whole body into a state of frantic need. 

“That was amazing!” he beamed at you, his eyes filled with stars, “I’ve never seen anyone talk to her like that before!” 

Your eyes locked onto him and you swung your gun around to him and his hands shot up, the look on his face draining to concern. 

“Strip!” you growled, “and then go inside!” 

His eyes got wide and he hurriedly took off his clothes. 

You marched him into your bedroom and nudged him onto your bed with the barrel of your gun. 

“You’re mine now, alpha, you do what I say when I say it,” you snarled, “run out on me like you ran out on her once I've taken your bite, I won’t bother cutting you up…it’ll be a bullet to the brain. Got me?” 

He blinked at you and a smile formed on his lips as he leaned back on the bed. Jagger had no intention of ever leaving you. You were the most impressive little omega he’d ever come across. He was in love. 

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed, his eyes practically forming hearts. You couldn’t help but notice his rather large cock was growing. 

“Good,” you snapped, dropping the gun, stripping off your own clothes, and stalking across the room to do exactly what alphas and omegas were made for.

#omegaverse fluff #alpha x omega #alpha x reader #x reader #monster x reader #alpha man #soft yandere #female omega #omegaverse

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for lying to my friends due to a psychological disorder?

Ever since I (21F, american) was quite young (I would say around my 9 or 10 years) my mother noticed I had a tendency for lying, sometimes even for no reason at all. Some years after that I started going through therapy and psychiatric sessions and was diagnosed as bipolar and, more specifically, mythomania (compulsive/pathological lying, the diagnostic changed depending on which psychiatrist I went through). My manic episodes usually last longer than the depressive ones and, when those happen, I usually just lock myself from everyone in my bedroom (I rarely leave home even during manic episodes due to my own fear of anything bad that could happen outside)

And I'd say it's during those manic episodes that the bad things start to happen. Ever since my early 17s I started fabricating my own life to online friends since I have extreme difficulty making friends on real life. This ranged from stuff such as me saying that I'm disabled and that's why I don't leave my house (not true, I can do it when necessary but otherwise I am able bodied) and other simple, white lies to stuff like my relationship with my family and living condition.

It was in 2021 I think it started to go downhill. I still don't think I was in the wrong for it since, again, it is a mental disorder but I decided to come ask others too since the one friend I have that knows about it thinks I might be an asshole about this in specific.

Around 2021 I started playing a specific game with gacha mechanics. To this point, the image I had painted to most online friends (with the exception of that one friend) was of a girl on her 20s with a good relationship with her mother but a bad one with both her dad and brother (a lie, as our dad left us when we were children and I have a pretty good relationship with my brother), disabled and in bad living conditions. Because of that, it had been some time (since the beginning of the lockdown) since some of these friends started sending me money whenever I said I needed it for one reason or another (usually to buy food or necessities like hygiene products) and, since I didn't need it at all, I would just end up using it on stuff I enjoy like art supplies or makeup.

The moment I started playing that game though (which none of my friends knew about since they still thought I didn't have my own computer), I started spending all of that money on the game to pull for characters. It wasn't a constant thing but it got specifically bad on 2022, when a character I really enjoy was released.

I still think it's not that bad since none of them gave me a lot of money anyways, but after what I already had was spent on the game and I didn't have any money to buy the currency, I went to the discord servers venting channel and started writing by impulse stuff like how my dad had evicted me and me alone from the house after I stood up to him and now I was living in my cramped old car on the streets with no food, clothes etc. Some of those friends got extremely worried or something like that and ended up sending me more money than usual so I could 'pay for a hotel' until I had time to get government support etc (I don't really know how that works anyways, but I said I'd try and thanked them a lot for it and said that as soon as I was safe I'd draw something for them as payback but I never did because it wasn't really like it was a commission anyways) and I spent it on the game to get the character and I did!

I had to keep the lie about being homeless and then getting government support ever since and last month me and my "real life partner" (not real but i made it up a few months before this so i just used it as a excuse that he was working to get us both a place to stay) were finally in a safe apartment. However, one of those online friends knew about my condition and started to suspect about it all and got angry at me for no reason, saying that I was stealing from my friends and being unfair on even denying that to her. After that she blocked me but I was able to lie to the server that she had threatened me and implied I was lying about it all which wasn't true because that was my real living situation.

I still don't think I am in the wrong, they all did offer it to me on their own after all and I already spent it so there's nothing I can do. Am I the asshole for lying due to a mental health condition?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[mishy-mashy]

The Resistance squatted in abandoned buildings. They were squatters.

Before I show the panels that show they used abandoned buildings, I just want to be logical about this for a moment.

It doesn't make much sense to assume these guys - looking around jump-into-university age (18-26) - could afford to make underground bunkers and metal-plated halls all across Japan, for their base. They wouldn't have the time, resources, or even support from others to make these places.

Where do they find the metal to hammer in? The posts? The knowledge of actually building tunnels or buildings from scratch without them falling apart?

Other than that, having a single stationary base (above-ground, for example), is not going to survive. All For One's supporters fight anyone who opposes him without him needing to say anything.

AFO rules Japan right now. Everyone is wary of each other. Look at how Bruce describes it as "the harshest era";

As All For One's supporters attack his opposers of their own will, and supporters don't even realize they're on his side, the Resistance has to constantly be on the move. They can't really trust anyone.

They can't have stationary bases, nor can they afford ANYTHING to make them. They would've been caught immediately trying to do a big project like that, especially if they needed supplies to do so from someone who likely works for AFO, even without knowing.

Japan was in economic and social turmoil. They can't trust the market to keep going and grocery stores to be open. Look at how Japan is with All For One and Tomura; people band together and stores are looted.

Money is obsolete. Society is divided between humans and "monsters" (Ability-users). You can't trust anyone because anyone could be his pawn. Time is running up as his control spreads everyday. Resources are being looted left and right. It's too dangerous to go outside alone. Even if you have a stun gun, what does that mean against Ability-users?

So what do they do with their limited resources? Trying to hide from the big guy? What "bases" do they have?

They hunker down in abandoned places that already exist and, again, are abandoned. No one's going to come looking for them in places that people have run from and left behind. Because these places are literally just that: places no one wants anymore.

You hide a tree in a forest. You don't make a big, special base somewhere that says "I am here!", and they don't have the resources or time to burrow underground or build that.

Hide in an abandoned building among many others. There's not many people in abandoned places, if they happen to be there at all. The Resistance isn't going to be found in the deserted buildings, but they still have to keep moving, because someone might be trailing them.

When they take Yoichi from the vault,

They're in a house. The couch is ripped, the mug is cracked, and so is the wall, with a questionable stain in the background. There are signs of fighting and abandonment, but it works.

Houses have food. Houses have clothes. Houses have beds. It's enough to sit in for a bit and heat up some water.

Not everyone packed their things and run. Some people just had to RUN. And when some places are full-on abandoned from an exodus, the Resistance is definitely gonna find some stuff there in the new "safe area".

Look below at where Kudo and Bruce hole up after Yoichi's death. No one's outside, there's a destroyed car, and there's some smoke further up the road.

The hospital/clinic room Bruce uses is ripped apart and unsanitary, but it's still the best they can do. I think that houses and a hospital would be their best bet for survival/using as a base; resources, lodging, and some sort of safety exist there. Especially in a hospital, which would have backup generators, a camera system, and even a PA system. Hospitals have to accommodate for lots of people (food, space, lodging), and have a lot of medical equipment they can use.

Basically what I'm saying is: the Resistance likely doesn't have a permanent base. They don't have the resources or enough safety to make their own. They squat in abandoned places and move constantly, because nowhere is safe, but they can't just waltz in public and declare where they are; they have to hide in plain sight while they bide their time. In the meantime, the places they use would have to be resourceful, or they're using what they have on their backs. The manga already shows them using a house and a hospital room.

#cuz im seeing people talk about how the Resistance definitely made big fortified bases above ground and underground #and had strongholds everywhere or in one place but #where do they get the budget and time to make them? #we clearly see them hunkering down in an abandoned hospital and yoichi in some guys house #when yoichi is talking about his brother and AFOs own memory plays at the same time so theyre side-by-side #yoichi looks like he got a bit of a trim methinks #anywhoo I think bruce has a medical education or something along those lines because he knows how to run a hospital computer #and blood tests enough to detect factors. thatd have to be something recently discovered or his own discovery #since abilities just started then #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #spoilers #bruce #kudo #yoichi shigaraki #the resistance #afo #ofa #all for one #one for all #one for all users #dude not to offend but bruce and kudo dont look older than 30. they look like theyre 27 at best #bruce looks older than kudo which is why my guess is 27 being the oldest but really #id put kudo at 24 at the oldest. they look young and wouldnt have the resources to make buildings #nevermind the education or money or anything #anyway thats just my age guess of them #i think theyre about - if not /the/ - the same age #people talking about their base makes me pause because i just think: what base? #edit: THE RESISTANCE IS NOT THEIR NAME. THEY HAVE NO NAME?

[lucy90712]

Can you write domestic fluff with joao felix?

WC: 2.6k Over the last year Joao and I have moved a lot with him going on loan to Chelsea then coming back to Atletico and now moving to Barcelona it's been a lot. When we moved to London we only rented a place as at the time we weren't sure how long we would be there which was a good choice as it only turned out to be 6 months but now moving to Barcelona we want to actually have a place of our own. There's a few reasons for this one being that Joao wants to stay here as even though he's currently only on loan he wants to stay beyond that and two we are awaiting the arrival of our baby who will be here before we know it. I was ok with renting somewhere if we had to but Joao wanted us to have a place to call home where we can decorate a nursery for our baby to grow up in. 

As soon as the move was confirmed we were looking at loads of houses all of which were lovely but we both fell in love with one place. It needed some updating and definitely some decorating to make it our style but we just loved the place so much that we decided that we would make it our project and do it together. I thought it would be fun to redo the place together as it will be our last big thing we do together before the baby arrives and Joao loved the idea so that's what we've been doing. 

As soon as we got the keys to the place we moved all of our things and went straight to the diy store to get loads of supplies. Walking around for the first time and looking at all the paint was a bit overwhelming but with some help from the store workers we found out what we would need and we picked it all out. While we were there we looked at all the colours we could have for the nursery but we decided to hold off on that until the rest of the house was done. By the time we had everything we had so much stuff which took ages to bring into the house especially as Joao would only let me bring in the light things like paint brushes. 

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Our decorating journey was put on hold after we got all the supplies as other things took over like Joao's debut for Barca and actually getting furniture for the place so we can live here properly. Now however we are officially starting our project and we have to get it done by the time the baby is due so we have a little under 4 months. Having such a strict deadline is kind of scary but I think it will motivate us to get it all done. 

Joao set an alarm last night which woke us up bright and early but it was fine as we both got up and got changed straight away so we could start right away. I was way more excited than I really should've been but it just felt so exciting to be making this house our own by ourselves without any outside help. I've always wanted to get into diy and nows my chance although taking on such a big project as my first isn't the most sensible but it's ok as it's our house so it can look however we want it to. Luckily I have done some research so I know exactly what we need to do it's just about whether we can actually do it but we'll figure that out as time goes on. 

Our first job was to wash all the walls down so they can then be painted. As there's a lot of walls to be done Joao and I needed to work together. He didn't want me going up a ladder just in case so I did the lower half of all the walls while he did the top half and the ceilings. We were having so much fun talking to each other while we had music on in the background which we were dancing to or at least I was. At some point Joao went mysteriously quiet for a bit too long but before I could look to see if he was ok I felt water being dropped on my head and down my back. Once the water stopped I looked up and Joao was laughing so hard at me that I couldn't help but laugh too as I can't lie it was a good prank. I couldn't let him get away with it though so I used the water I had and poured it on his feet to make his socks socking wet which he hates so it was good revenge. 

I won't lie we messed around as much as we worked but this is exactly why we are doing this together it's all about the memories and if that means it takes us longer then so be it. It also took us longer as I needed to take a break every so often because it was really tiring washing the walls. Joao joined me on my breaks which he said was to make sure I was ok but I think it's because he needed a break too he just wouldn't admit it. By the end of the day we had done every wall we were planning to paint throughout the entire house which really felt like an achievement. 

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Day two. Well more like week two something came up last weekend so we never got round to actually painting anything but this weekend any free time we have is already reserved for paining, no distractions. I've been looking forward to painting all week as currently our house is all a dim white which sure looks ok but I want some more colour. To decide what room to paint first Joao and I picked a room out of a hat and we got living room which is the room I've been looking forward to the most. My idea for this room was to re do the white paint on most walls and then we found this lovely sage green paint to go on the wall with the fireplace as an accent wall. I've been waiting ever since we got the paint to see what it would look like in real life so hopefully we can execute it well.

Joao prepared the paint while I put tape around the edges so we didn't get pain everywhere. When Joao came back he asked me to come over to him so I waddled over expecting him to show me something. I did not expect him to have a paintbrush in hand and bend down to paint something on my bump but that's exactly what he did. Luckily we had the forethought to get pregnancy safe paint which turned out to be a good idea as I'm now covered in it. 

"What have you drawn?" I asked 

"A happy face" Joao replied 

"I would ask why but there's no point" I laughed 

"I did it because I thought it would be cute if every time we paint a new room I paint something on your bump and we take a picture to remember our decoration journey" he said 

"Aww that's actually really cute" I said 

"I know sometimes I have good ideas" he said 

"You keep believing that honey" I teased while walking away with some paint 

He laughed at me before following me to help me get started on painting the accent wall with whatever paint isn't on my belly. Joao put on some music and the both of us danced and sang along to as we painted. Now I know for a fact that you should paint everything evenly and in a proper pattern but I find it much more fun to paint little smiley faces and hearts before covering them up. Joao noticed me doing it and started doing the same and then we started communicating with each other on our wall. All you could hear was our laughter over the music that had been turned down which is exactly how I want this house to be all the time. When we have our little family I want the place to be filled with laughter and happiness as often as possible as my childhood wasn't so I want to have that for my own family. 

For the rest of the day we painted every wall in the living room and then we also managed to paint the hallway. By the time we decided to stop for the day we were both covered in paint and all of my muscles were hurting especially my back. I had a bath which Joao prepared for me before I just got straight into bed as I just needed some rest. Joao joined me with some food for the both of us which we ate sat in bed before he got me to lay on my side so he could massage my back for me. I was hoping the days where this was needed would be further down the road but clearly that was too optimistic as for the last few days Joao has been having to do this for me so I can sleep. 

"We did good today I'm proud of us" I said 

"I'm proud of you, you are 6 months pregnant and spending all day painting a house that's pretty impressive" he said 

"Thank you also I appreciate you massaging my back it makes it feel so much better like I can actually move" I said 

"It's my pleasure babe remember when we found out and I promised you that I'd spend all day everyday looking after you this is part of that and it's not going to change anytime soon" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

It's been a few months but we are finally at the point where we only have one room left to decorate the room I've been most excited about decorating, the nursery. The entire time we have been decorating the rest of the house Joao and I have been buying things for the nursery which we have been waiting to put up but we have held off until now. I was really hoping that we would get round to it quicker as I wanted to help but I'm now 8 months pregnant and really struggling to do too much each day so I won't be too much help. The one thing I have been able to do is to pick out the colour for the room with Joao's help of course. 

We decided not to find out what we were having as we don't mind if we have a boy or a girl we are just so excited to have a baby. Not knowing means it's a bit harder to decorate the nursery but I didn't spend hours on Pinterest when I couldn't sleep for nothing, this room is going to be perfect for our little one I'm sure of it. Since finding out I was pregnant I have been determined not to be one of those people that just paints their baby's room white or grey and I'm not going to be as Joao and I decided on a really nice yellow colour for the nursery as well as some wallpaper that has some other colours in it too. 

When I woke up this morning the bed was empty which freaked me out for a minute until I heard music coming from the room next door which is going to be the nursery. After a few attempts I hauled myself out of bed and waddled my way into the room where I saw a shirtless Joao up a ladder refreshing the white paint on the ceiling as we decided to keep that and just put little glow in the dark stars up when the baby gets a bit older. I must say it was a wonderful sight my handsome fiancé shirtless a with bits of paint over him as his arms flexed while dragging the paintbrush back and forth. 

"Wow what a wonderful sight for 8am" I laughed 

"Good morning love how did you sleep?" Joao asked as he got down from the ladder 

"About as well as someone who's 8 months pregnant can how are things going in here?" I asked 

"Pretty good I've almost finished the ceiling then I thought we could do the walls before I put up the wallpaper but if you're too tired I'm happy to set up the chair so you can just sit and watch" he offered 

"I want to help but I don't know how long I'll be able to help for" I said 

"And that's ok just tell me when you're tired and I'll take over" he said giving me a kiss before heading back up the ladder 

While he was getting on with finishing what he had started I took my place on the floor so I could do the lower half of the walls. This has become routine as I can't stand for too long as it hurts my feet and back so I sit down with a roller and do as much as I can reach. Actually painting is the boring part of this room so we worked pretty quickly or Joao did as I did as much of all the walls as I could but then I needed a break so I watched on as he finished everything. After that came the exciting part the part I've been looking forward to since finding out I was pregnant and moving into this house. 

All day we've been working around the tons of boxes that are in piled in the middle of the room. The boxes are filled with all of the furniture we've been buying for the baby and I'm so excited to put it all together. Joao and I have never been very good at putting furniture together for a long as I remember we've always got something wrong and had to start all over again. Today is the day we challenge that because first we are putting together the crib. My job is to read the instructions and hold things for Joao as he puts in the screws and hammers things together. We were doing so well but when we finished something didn't look right and I realised we'd put something in backwards so yet again we'd failed and had to start again. 

After finishing the crib we got started on the changing table which we actually did first try and after that we were on a roll. Everything went together so easily and before I knew it all the furniture was put together and was in a place we were happy with it. Then came the really exciting part getting to put up all the little decorations we had which were all animal themed so there was loads of stuffed animal all over the place and decals for the walls. All of the decorations really brought the room to life and helped me see us stood in here in just a few short weeks holding our little baby. 

"I can't believe there will be an actual baby in here in a few weeks" Joao commented as he came over putting his hands on my bump

"I know I can't believe it either this baby will be here soon and will be enjoying this room we've worked hard decorating for years to come it will get filled with pictures and toys it'll be amazing" I said 

"Yes it will and I can't wait for that day" Joao said giving me a kiss as our baby kicked his hands 

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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 Part four 🧰💖

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💖 Pairing: Joel Miller x Virgin!Fem!Reader

🧰 Setting: Lincoln. Reader is Bill and Frank's daughter.

💖 Synopsys: Joel wakes you up with the news that he's leaving. And you have a hard time accepting that he's gonna okay outside by himself.

🧰 Features: Tiny little bit of touching, kissing and teasing at the beginning, but no smut for this one. Reader and Joel mention their past. Sarah is mentioned.

💖 Word Count: Around 7.5k.

🧰 About This: This one is scary for me for having no smut. So be nice to it, okay? Hopefully we learn a bit more about them and their relationship along the way.

💖 Author's Note: It took me forever (again) but it's yours 🩷

Angel.

The pet name never made more sense to him than right now.

Joel stands by your bedroom door, watching you sleep as the still soft moonlight entering your windows gently lightens your features. He smiles seeing the peaceful expression on your face — a rare sight nowadays.

He locks your door and carefully walks close to you, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching your body rise and fall with your soft and calm breathing.

He leans down over you, caging your body under his torso. He fixes your hair, pressing a sweet kiss on your temple and rubbing his nose affectionately on yours. You moan frustrated and furrow your brows, upset that someone's waking you up.

"Shh, it's just me, angel." He whispers gently, and you snuggle closer to him, smiling before even opening your eyes, his voice enough of a reassurance for you to look for his body.

He lays down by your side, opening his arms, pulling you into his embrace. When your head touches his chest he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight.

"Morning, baby." He whispers, rubbing his nose on top of your head, your face buried on his chest, smelling his scent.

You moan lazily in response, wrapping your arms around him.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, caressing your hair. You nod and hum in response, throwing your leg over his hips, giving him a full body hug, wanting to be as close as you can.

"Better if you were with me."

"Hmm, I know, baby, wish I could stay. Would sleep so well with you like this." He agrees, hugging you tighter and caressing your thigh.

"You got me real tired, though, slept like a baby." You add, and he hums, laughing softly, just holding you in silence for a bit.

When he feels your body softening under him and hears a low snoring, he squeezes your sides softly until you wake up, laughing.

"Do you wanna go make some breakfast? I'm hungry." He says, cupping the nape of your neck, caressing the hair covering it.

"But it's still a bit dark out." You say, opening your eyes for the first time and turning your head to look at the window, noticing the sun had yet not fully risen, and it was still early for breakfast.

"I know, but I have to leave early if I want to have as much sunlight as I can." He says, startling you.

Leave?

"Leave?" You ask, abruptly supporting yourself on your elbow to look in his eyes, glimmering with the faint moonlight lightening your room.

Suddenly you're wide awake.

He laughs, pushing you back down onto him. You lay down but keep your head away from him, watching his face.

"I was talking to your dads last night. About the things you need here." Oh...

He's not leaving leaving. Your heart finds a more comfortable rythym.

"On our way here Tess and I saw a few big department stores that your dads said they've never been to. Some may still have some things." He adds.

"You think you're still gonna find stuff just laying around?" You ask, your tone unintentionally bitter as you snuggle back to his chest, a newfound need to stay close to him taking over you with the news that he's leaving Lincoln for the day.

"Not all the stuff, I mean, supplies and hygiene are out of sight. But there may be some tools and other things your dads need. Frank said he wanted some paint to renovate the houses and stores." He explains. "Stuff like that I may find still."

"You're going by yourself?"

"Yeah, no need for anyone else. Should be smooth, go out, see what I can find, come back." He nonchalantly states, like if there was nothing to worry about outside the Lincoln fences. "Is there anything you want besides seeds? Those I won't find there."

"I don't know, don't think so. Dad wanted some paint, to work on a few things around our house." You say, your words still a bit fogged by sleep.

"Frank?" He asks.

"Uhum."

"Baby, I just told you that." He laughs.

"Hm, sorry." You laugh back, squeezing his back.

"Still sleeping, I see, my poor baby. Something got you too tired last night." He mocks you, squeezing your sides and messing your hair playfully, making you laugh.

"Stop it." You squeeze him back, digging your nails on his back until he stops. "He says we need to take care of this place. To make it look pretty." You try to change topics.

"He's right. Most of the houses here are in good conditions, just need some work to be habitable again. You need to take care of it."

You're too afraid of the answer to ask him why he was looking into the houses.

"So what do you say? Breakfast?" He asks quickly to take your mind out of it.

"Sure. Just gotta get ready first."

"Hmm, and what are you gonna do?" He asks, his voice barely audible.

"Shower, brush my hair, my teeth, moisturize, put on something nice, some perfume for you." You say, leaning closer to him to give him a kiss.

"Hmm, sounds good. Can I stay with you?" He lays on his back and pulls you on top of his chest.

"Can you pick my clothes for me while I shower?" You suggest, rolling on top of him, straddling his hips, sitting on him.

"My honor." He answers and you bend down to give him another kiss, a slow, savoured one, that gets even deeper with the thought of him leaving, being outside all on his own.

Something he's done thousands of times, but none of them after you two met.

He sits up, and you wrap your legs around his hips, never breaking the kiss. You feel his ziper against your panties and roll your hips with a soft moan.

"You've got some hormones on you, don't you baby?" He laughs, squeezing your ass and moving both of you closer to the edge of the bed, dropping his legs to the floor.

"It's your fault for making it feel so good." You respond with a smile, running your fingers through his soft, greying hair.

"I'll take it." He laughs, pressing your hips onto his lap one last time. "But I really need to leave early, and this won't be quick." He says, pushing you gently away from him and kissing the usual pout forming on your lips.

You get up, supporting yourself on his shoulders.

You stretch your arms towards the ceiling, and he runs his hands on your sides, their rough texture tingling your skin on their way. You lower your arms, hugging his head, smelling his hair while pressing his face on your chest.

He snuggles onto your chest, his hands, still under your shirt, squeezing your upper back, pulling you even closer to him.

When he pulls on the hem of your shirt you laugh, pulling his head away just enough to kiss his lips until he passes the shirt by your head, removing it from your body.

He tosses it on the bed besides him and kisses your belly, trailing kisses from your bellybutton to your breasts. He looks at you for any signs that he should stop, smiling when you lean down to kiss his forehead. With that he kisses his way around your left nipple, taking it in his mouth and sucking softly on it, humming when you moan, smiling and biting your lips.

You pull softly on his hair when he lets go, quickly sucking the other one into his mouth, his hands squeezing your back and reaching for the waistband of your pijama shorts and panties.

He gently pulls them down, his hands spread over your skin, squeezing your hips as he trailed kisses down your stomach. He pulls away and looks at you, admiring your exposed figure.

"You're a beautiful woman, baby. So, so pretty." He praises, his brows furrowing with his own words, his eyes wandering around your skin. "So soft, so..." He hesitates. "...perfect for me." He finishes, and you smile.

"So yours." You whisper back, and he gets up, pulling you into a kiss, his arms glued to your waist as he walks you backwards towards your bathroom. When you reach it he breaks the kiss.

"All mine." He says on your lips. "Now go take your shower." He squeezes your hips one last time and turns you around.

You get in the shower and he goes to your wardrobe to look at the options — plenty more than the ones he's seen yet. He goes by color; which ones he'd like to see you wearing last before leaving.

He picks a tight yellow shirt and a short white skirt. Then he picks a white pair of underwear. He runs his hands over them, feeling the fabric before setting them carefully on top of your bed. When he's finished, he goes to your window to watch the sun rise on the horizon.

...

When you stop the water he goes to sit on your bed.

He scans your bedroom while he hears you brushing your teeth. Right besides the bathroom door he finds a large painting that gets his attention. It's the view from your window, portraying a sunny day.

It's beautiful, and he's only able to look away from it when an even better view comes in — as you walk out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, holding the bottle of body oil Frank made you.

The air feels thicker, harder to suck in while his eyes trail your still not fully explored — and unfortunately covered — body.

You walk towards him and he pulls you closer, until you're in between his legs. You handle him the bottle, and he gently pulls the towel off your body, running his hands up your sides, mimicking how he touched you before you showered.

He runs his large hands up your back and gives one of your nipples a peck, sucking it in his mouth and pulling away when you moan.

"Can't get distracted now." He says with a smile, opening the bottle and smelling the oil. "Just like you." He whispers, kissing your belly and pouring a bit of the liquid on his hands before closing the bottle and giving it back to you.

He spreads the oil in his palms, starting with your waist and spreading it all over your torso, kneading your breasts when he gets to them, opening his palms for you to pour more oil on them.

You do it and he spreads the oil over your arms and your neck, turning you around to apply it on your butt and your legs, moving his hands slowly and intentionally, massaging your flesh as he goes.

He palms your inner thigh, and his index finger brushes on your folds, spreading some of the oil on them.

He turns you back around and palms your other inner thigh, the side of his index finger once again brushing against your folds.

This time he pushes his finger higher, in between them, making you moan when he moves back and forth, intentionally touching your core.

Your clit throbs with the stimulation and he hums, his other hand squeezing your back and your hips.

He continues his movements for a few seconds, his rough fingers mimicking what his cock did the night before, and you moan at how different it feels. How much softer and gentle the skin of his cock felt against your sensitive skin, that is now almost being bruised by his hand.

He kisses your bellybutton, and you look down at him, finding his eyes on you. You smile and lean down to kiss him, breaking the kiss to grab your panties, seeing how long getting ready is gonna take if he's in charge.

"I thought you were in a hurry." You say, pulling away from him and putting your panties on.

"I'm gonna have all the sunlight I need tomorrow, I don't mind wasting time like this." He shrugs, and you freeze.

Tomorrow?

"I thought you were coming back today." You say as he grabs your shirt and helps you put your arms through it.

"No, baby." He laughs softly. "I've got lots of stores to look at, and they're pretty far away. Maybe I could come back today, but I wanna take my time." He patiently explains, grabbing your skirt and opening it for you to put it on.

"And where are you gonna spend the night?" You ask while supporting yourself on his shoulders and stepping into the skirt.

"Gonna look for a place." He says while lifting the skirt, his fingers leaving subtle goosebumps on their way up.

"Aren't you gonna waste a bunch of time looking for a safe place?" You ask, wiggling your hips to get into it with your still oily skin.

"I promise I'll look quickly for a place, and if I can't find it I'll just be fast and come back." He says, slightly less patient. "Did you paint that?" He points to the painting of your window view, trying to dismiss the topic.

You look at it, but you're not happy with the news that he's gonna be out by himself for the whole night.

"No. Couldn't you use that time to look for things instead, so you can come back today?" You ask while reaching for the shirt he picked, and he shoots you a stern look.

Joel wasn't used to have someone question him, caring about him. So he didn't know how to react to it. His first instinct was to cut it, to tell you to leave him alone, to stop being so stubborn.

Because that's one thing you know how to be.

But he knew there was no intrusion in your questions; there was no trying to tell him what to do. There was only concern.

Still it was hard to shake off the annoyance your stubbornness set on him.

"I'll try to rush and find everything today. If I can't I'll look tomorrow too. That's settled." He states, the dryness of his tone new to you.

But for some reason it doesn't feel bad, like when your dads talk to you like this. It feels... Different when Joel does it.

"You could come back to spend the n—." You say quietly, but he stops you.

"I won't come back here to spend the night because it's too far and it's gonna take too long." His annoyance still present.

You wait for a few seconds, trying to bite your tongue and not ask any more questions.

But needless to say... You can't.

"Can I go?" You ask, with the smile of who knows the answer.

"No." He says, shaking his head.

"Why not?" You ask.

"Because I don't wanna babysit you." He says, laughing, and you frown.

"I don't need babysitting." You say. You've been out before. Your dad taught you how to handle yourself.

"I know. But I won't be relaxed if you're with me. Will be worrying about you." He says, hugging you tight, looking up at you.

"And how am I gonna know if you're coming back today or not?" You ask and he sighs, burying his face on your chest, taking deep breaths.

"She's just worried, she's not trying to tell you what to do." He reminds himself.

He holds your waist, his hands firmly squeezing you, pulling you even closer to him. He looks into your eyes, his own gaze softening at the amount of concern he finds on them.

"If I'm not back by dusk then I'm not returning today, baby. Won't be walking around at night in a place I'm not familiar with." He says, more calm. "I've been out by myself enough times to know how to take care of myself, you really don't need to worry about me." He adds.

It takes you a beat to get convinced, but his big brown eyes and his reassuring smile make it hard to not believe him.

"Alright, then let's hurry so you don't waste any more time." You say before taking your body oil back to the bathroom. "C'mon, let's go." You say as you grab an old bucket hat on your wardrobe and pull him up by his arm.

The sky's still brightening up when you walk towards the small plantation your dads have built along the years.

Joel insisted he'd carry the eggs, and you're carrying empty tote bags and a small notebook where you keep track of your crops.

He's been awfully quiet since you've left your bedroom, and you're almost power walking to keep up with his large steps. You grab his forearm when you reach him again.

"Are you mad at me? " You ask, almost out of breath, your tone already apologetic.

"No... No baby, I'm not." He says, noticing that you're struggling to keep up with him and slowing down. "Sorry, I'm distracted, didn't notice you were staying behind."

"It's fine."

"I'm not mad at you." He reassures you. "But I know what I'm doing, and I just don't like to be asked so many questions." When he's with you being honest feels easier to him, it's like you pull honesty out of him.

"You don't like it, or you're not used to it?" You ask, and he looks away, piercing his lips, furrowing his brows.

He looks back down at you before looking back forward.

You keep walking in silence for a while, the chirping of birds and your footsteps filling your surroundings.

"My dad painted it for me." You say, and he looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows. "The painting in my bedroom." You explain, and he hums, remembering it. "Sometimes during winter I can get pretty blue, so he painted that for me to hang in front of the window when the weather gets too upsetting."

"That's nice. And he's really good.." He says with a smile, a genuine admiration in his tone, both for Frank's parenting and his art skills. "Do you know how to paint?"

"Oh, no." You laugh. "He tried to teach me, but it never turns out good. I can never make it look like the real thing." You say, reaching the plantation and walking to the vegetables you need for breakfast.

"Like a photo?" He asks, carefully measuring his steps to not step on any crops.

"Yeah, like a photo." You say, kneeling down where some potatoes, carrots and tomatoes are planted.

"Tomato?" He asks, setting the tote bag with the eggs on the ground next to him.

"Yeah. Just count how many ripen ones there are before you take any, so I can keep track of them, please."

He nods and kneels in front of them with a quiet grunt, carefully analyzing each one of the red, ripen ones.

"How many do we need?" He asks.

"How many are there?"

"Seven."

"Alright, we just need one."

"Okay. Taking one, gonna be six left." He confirms and you write it down on your notebook.

"Thank you." You say while you start trying to pull a carrot out of the soil. "Do you have anything to eat while you're away?" You ask.

"Yeah, some jerky." He says, not able to hold back the dissatisfaction with the dryed food as he watches you fight the vegetable.

"Did we eat all your Chef Boyardee yesterday?" You ask, looking up at him, scrunching your nose and grunting as you struggle to pull the carrot, and he laughs.

"Yeah, we did, actually." He admits, tapping your hands gently so you let go of the carrot and pulling on it right after, effortlessly pulling it out of the ground and rubbing the soil out if it.

"Alright, gotta make you something then." You say. "But what?" You wonder, and he looks at you. "I mean, it has to be something that's gonna taste good when cold, so you don't have to start a fire and catch any attention. Also it can't go bad too quickly." You rant, thinking out loud about what you could cook him.

You're excited by the idea of cooking him something, to imagine him outside the fences, all by himself, but eating something you made him. How he will think about you while eating, how he'll have energy because you cooked him something.

It feels good to think about taking care of him.

And he's just as lost in thought as you are.

Looking at you, his mind analyzing your face; how it shines under the bright sunlight, how your dad's old hat shades your face and how even with it, you still scrunch your eyes when you look up at him. How your nose scrunches along with your eyes, how you smudge your cheeks when you push some hair away from them.

You look up at him and hold his gaze for a second, his eyes scanning your face, a silly, distracted smile on his lips.

He licks his thumb and leans closer to you, cleaning your cheeks, right where you just touched.

"You've got dirt on your face." He whispers with a soft smile, his voice barely leaving his lips.

You lean in closer to him, but he puts his hand in front of your chest, looking over his shoulders, towards your house.

"No, baby. I've told you we can't." He says.

"Ugh, but it's so hard sometimes." You playfully whine with a smile, and he laughs.

"I know, but we have to keep it between us for now." He explains.

For now?

"I think my dad knows about us." You say before thinking, and he frowns.

"Bill?" He asks, his wide eyes giving in his fear.

"No... He'd have killed you by now." You nonchalantly state. "Frank. He asked me a few times how I felt about you."

"Hmm. And what did you tell him?" He asks with a cocky smirk, playing it cool even though he's genuinely curious to know what you've told your dad about him.

And what your dad thought about it.

"Nothing you should worry about. Nothing I haven't told you already." You say, laughing.

"And how do you know he's not gonna tell Bill?" He asks, standing up and offering his arm for you.

"Gonna grab another tomato." You say. "He said I could trust him, that if dad ever has to know, he'll know. But he won't rush anything."

He grunts, unsure about how he should feel knowing Frank somehow knows about you two.

"There's this thing my dad makes us... It's shredded chicken mixed with some creamy cheese or sauce. We eat it cold, kinda like a spread." You say, asking for his hand, and he helps you up. "What do you think? Could make you some pancakes or crackers to go along with it." You stand close to him, and he takes the bag with tomatoes and carrots from you.

"You don't have t—." He starts, bending down to grab the bag with the eggs.

"I'm cooking you something. That's settled." You repeat his words from earlier, trying to replicate his almost angry tone. Judging from his face, though, you don't sound as stern as he did. "What do you say?"

"Anything you can make me is great, baby. Can be anything." He says, smiling.

"Alright, chicken spread then. With pancakes. Maybe some roasted potatoes too." You say and he laughs. "Let's go back, got a lot to do." And you start walking, him following you close.

...

You walk silently for a bit, enjoying each other's company and taking in the — now stronger — sunlight.

"Did you think about anything you want?" He asks.

"What I want?" You ask, confused, noticing you're the one who's walking too fast this time, as he's a few steps behind you.

"Yeah. From outside. I wanna know what you want. For you, though, not the town. Not seeds, not paint. Something for you." He says, smiling, reaching you as you slow down. "A gift." He adds.

You rarely got any gifts, because there are no gifts to be given or dates to celebrate. And to imagine him looking for something for you, to think that he thinks about you, that he wants to make you happy...

It makes your chest hurt. But in a good way.

"Clothes, maybe? I'm getting tired of my own." You say, but regret instantly. "I mean, it's not important." You rush to say, feeling silly for asking for something so frivolous. "I just wish I had different things to wear." You say, your voice lower.

It takes him a few seconds to respond.

"Alright, that sounds important to me. But you gonna trust my fashion sense?" He asks, laughing.

"Oh you look at me enough to know what I like to wear, Joel." You joke, smiling seeing how his cheeks redden and his eyes soften.

"Fair. I'll just choose what I like, then. What I wanna see you wearing." He says, looking down at you. Noticing how nicely your shirt outlines your breasts, how curvy your hips look in that skirt, how he never thought he'd see someone like you ever again.

A true blessing, if you ask him.

"Just don't choose anything too short..." You say, mentioning the skirt he chose for you to wear today. "Or too small. My dads don't like it when I wear those near you, they wouldn't like you giving me something like that." You add. "Unless it's really pretty! Then take it and I'll tell them I asked for something similar." You say quickly and he laughs.

"Alright. Maybe I can bring you one or two things you'll wear only for me?" He asks, his tone suggestive but playful, and you hit him with your elbow, laughing.

You hope he does.

"Aren't you gonna look for something for yourself?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"Haven't thought about it." He admits. "I never go out to look for things I want. Just things I need."

"Don't you have any hobbies, anything you like to do?" You ask as you two arrive at your house.

He thinks for a second.

Hobbies and fun seem like such odd, far concepts for him nowadays. He doesn't have the time, energy or desire to do anything, ever.

But as soon as you ask, he remembers things that brought him joy in the past.

"I liked to play the guitar. Haven't done it since this whole thing started."

"A guitar sounds fun." You encourage him, opening the kitchen door and stepping in. "Maybe you could try and find me one too." You say, then you gasp and turn around to look at him with wide eyes. "Then you could teach me how to play it! Then we could play it and the piano together!"

He nods, holding your forearm, a small and sweet smile on his lips. He looks around quickly and licks his lips before giving you a long peck on the lips.

"It'll be at the top of my list." He laughs.

It will, actually. Anything for you is gonna be a priority.

You made omelettes and he made some orange juice. You're both eating while you prepare the food he's gonna take with him.

He's sitting on a stool, eating and watching you.

Daydreaming with a life in Lincoln, with having a routine like this. Waking up with you, picking your vegetables, making breakfast, eating together.

He doesn't know what would come after.

Could be go out and hunt or look for supplies, could be help your dads with whatever, could be sit down and make small talk, or just go back to bed and have a slow, lazy day with you, cuddling, talking and napping.

Anything sounded incredible as long as he knew by the end of the day he'd lay down holding you, feeling your body soften on top of his, and knowing he'd have the whole next day by your side.

Peace, at last. A slow, safe and comfortable life with someone to love, someone to care for.

Someone to love him, to care for him.

His fantasies are cut by your — neverending, he swears — curiosity.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask, focused on the pans in front of you.

"You just did." He says, and you turn back to look at him, finding him with a wide, silly smile on his face, his cheeks red. You can't help but offer him the same.

His jokes sometimes are exactly like the ones your dads make — specially Bill.

"How was it for you? The day it happened." You ask, shredding the chicken.

His expression changes. He locks eyes on the plate in front of him, and you notice he may not want to talk about it.

"You don't have to... I mean, we don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry." You add, noticing how reviving the day seems to affect him.

"No. It's, fine. I just... Just don't talk about it very often." He reassures you, a quick smile flashing on his lips before he eats another bite of his breakfast.

After that he goes silent, and you feel bad for asking.

"I had my name... embroidered on my clothes." You say, trying to bring the attention to you and not force him to tell his story. "My full name."

"So we call you by your actual name?" He asks, eating more.

"Uhum. Dad says he thought he should respect my parents decision, you know." You explain. "But he doesn't know when I was born. So we celebrate my birthday on the outbreak day."

"Really?" He asks.

"Really. He actually says it's his father-birthday, because he became one that day." You say, and Joel smiles, but you sense something else along with happiness in his smile.

He smiles to himself for a second. Thinking about Sarah. About how he misses being a father, how good it feels to be one.

How you and Bill remind him of himself and Sarah. How he cared for her the same way your dad cares about you.

"It was my birthday." He says, and you turn to look at him.

"No!" You gasp, it has to be a coincidence.

"Yeah. My last gift." He mentions the broken watch in his wrist.

"Is that why you still have it?" You ask, smiling.

"Yeah... That's why." He says quietly, smiling at the watch.

"Do you have anyone...? Any family?" You ask.

"I do. A brother." He says, thinking about him, how he must be handling things while he's away.

"Is he... You know... Alive?" You ask, almost whispering.

"Yeah, I'm not sure how." He laughs. "But he is."

"Does he live in the QZ with you and Tess?"

Thinking about Tess... About him and Tess, still makes your heart freeze for a second.

"He does. But he works with some people that... Like to believe they're doing something, that make him do stupid things all the time. So I'm constantly just saving his ass. Just like the day it happened. I was watching a movie, then he called me. Came back home to run away from the infected."

"It was all really just one day, right? My dads say everything just went down so quickly. Barely any time to prepare or do anything. I mean, Frank says that. Bill was prepared since ever."

"Yeah. One minute you hear an helicopter, the next there's a bomb, the next an airplane falling down—" He goes through the things he saw that day.

"An airplane?" You cut him, shocked.

"Yeah. Right behind our car." He says.

"Wow... I wish I remembered something about it."

"Not many good things to remember about that day, baby." He says, and you shrug. You know there aren't. "Where did your dad find you, again?" He asks, almost finishing his food.

"He says I was on a road near here, never let me get near there."

"Huh..." He says, thinking about all the skeletons he saw on his way to Lincoln. "He's right, baby. There's nothing for you to see there." He tells you with sympathetic eyes.

"Sometimes I think about them, you know. I think about what happened to them, what they looked like. God — I wish I knew what my mom looked like." You say, feeling your eyes and nose burn as your smile grows wider.

"I bet she was really pretty, just like you." He says, and you find a shy, sweet smile on his lips when you look over at him.

"I wish I had a photo of her, like dad has of grandma." You say.

"I have a photo too." He mumbles, the words leaving his lips before he decides if he's ready to share them with you or not

"Of your brother?" You ask, curious to see what another Miller man would look like.

Not that you think he could get your attention away from Joel.

"No... Not of my brother." He says, pausing to see if you're gonna take the subject somewhere else. Hoping you would.

"Of your mom or dad?" You ask.

Should he...?

He can't not tell you forever.

It's your right to now. To learn about it before deciding if you still wanna be with him.

"Of Sarah." He says, his voice small. "But it's getting old, starting to fade away." He rushes to add, as if trying to take your attention away from the name.

"Who's Sarah?" You ask, and he looks at you, his eyes red.

Where they red before?

He sniffs, then cleans his hands on his jeans and reach for something in his pocket.

He grabs a sort of wallet, and removes a small photo from it. The little girl in it is fading, but you can still perfectly see her. Her big eyes, even bigger smile, her beautiful curls.

"Oh, Joel... Was she...?" You start, the words sticking in your throat, not leaving your mouth. He hums in response.

That's why he didn't seem to want to talk about it.

Maybe that's why he was so hesitant in doing something with you.

"She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He laughs, his voice already threatening to break.

"She was." You say with a smile, still processing the new information.

"You'd love her. You two would be really good friends." He says.

"I bet we would." You say.

"She'd love you too." He says with a smile, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

"When did she...?" You ask and he looks at you, his eyes heavy. "I'm sorry, that's stupid. You don't have to." You add, and he smiles, thanking you for letting go of it.

"I gotta get going, it's getting late." He says, trying to take his mind away from such painful memories.

"But I haven't finished your food yet." You say quietly.

"It's okay, I'll wait, baby. Just gonna get my stuff ready, see if your dad's awake, gotta talk to him." He says, getting up and bringing his dishes to the sink.

"I can wash them for you, go sort your things." You say when he grabs the sponge.

He reluctantly lets go of it, looking outside the kitchen before hugging your waist from the side and kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you, angel." He whispers, and you smile back at him, watching as he takes his photo back, puting it back in his wallet and walking out the kitchen.

After a few seconds you hear him greet Bill, and you focus on finishing his food quickly so he can be outside for as little as possible.

You store his food on three separate containers. One for today, one for tomorrow, and one for backup.

You also made him a large bottle of coffee.

You take them to his bedroom and find him packing his backpack with a flashlight, a change of clothes and a bunch of other, empty bags.

"Hey." You say softly, and he turns to look at you, his frown dissolving instantly. "Your food's ready. Also made you some coffee, it's gonna be warm inside this bottle." You say, walking into his bedroom and handing it to him.

"Thank you, baby." He says as he takes the bottle. "Heavy." He smiles when he grabs the food.

"Ever seen your size?" You tease him.

"Too big?" He looks down at his stomach.

"Perfect." You respond touching his stomach, and his smile widens. He grabs your hand and gives it a kiss.

You sit on the edge of his bed, and he looks at the door.

"I'm just sitting, nothing else." You defend yourself. "We can't even talk?" You ask, a genuine frustration in your tone.

"No, baby. You're right, it's okay, I'm sorry." He says, cupping your cheek. "Thank you, gonna be a lot better than jerky." He says, lifting the container with his food, leaning down to kiss your head, right where you've parted your hair. You can feel his warm lips on your scalp, and his hot breath when he whispers: "Thank you."

"Least I could do, you're risking yourself to look for things for us." You say. "Had to show you we can take care of you as well."

"You've shown me that enough, baby." He teases, and you feel all of your blood rushing to your cheeks.

"I mean it, Joel." You playfully kick him. "You're staying here to help us, and you didn't have to. You are doing a lot." You say, trying to dismiss the wide smile on your lips.

There was really not much in for him, they had a deal either way, even if he chose to not stay and help your dads around.

"Your dads weren't the reason I stayed, you know." He says, looking at you. You smile seeing his big eyes scrunched by his own smile.

It feels almost like time stops when you stare at each other like this. Like God himself is giving you an opportunity to look into Joel, to try and read him, try and see in his eyes if he would ever consider staying, being with you.

If you're being silly for allowing such feelings and hopes go set roots inside you.

You do your best to sustain his gaze, but eventually fail, looking at his backpack.

"Is there anything else you need? Do you have enough water?"

"I think so." He says, showing you a large water bottle.

"Hmm. Don't you want another one? We've got a big one just like yours." You offer.

"No, it's fine, baby. Thank you." He smiles, wondering if you're not gonna offer to go in his place as well.

But you just sit in his bed, making him silent company while he finishes packing.

"Are there any colors I shouldn't bring?" He asks.

"For the paint or the clothes?" You ask.

"Your clothes." He responds. "I'm not actually bringing any paint, just gonna check if there's still any. If there are Bill said he'll go take then by car. Much faster." He adds.

"Couldn't he drive you there?" You ask, frustrated.

"Baby... We've been through this, huh? I know what I'm doing." He says.

It's not like you can help it though. You worry about him.

But for some reason sometimes it's hard to go against his word.

So you try and trust him.

"I don't really love blue, or every shade of green. So maybe stay on the warmer colors." You say.

"Why did you let me choose the blue dress, then?" He asks.

"For the bonfire?" You ask.

"Yeah, the one we chose yesterday." He says, not packing anymore, just waiting for your response.

"Hmm... Cause you liked it. And I want to wear something you like." You explain. "And it's not like I don't like blue, I love that dress. Blue is just a hit or miss, tricky color for me."

He grunts, making a mental note to not bring anything blue.

"What if I look for a dress for the bonfire, then?" He suggests, and you can't hold back the wide smile spread on your lips.

"Only if you find something you like more than the blue dress." You say, almost giggling.

"Gonna look for it then." He says. "Nothing blue or green, though."

Once again, a comfortable silence fills the room while you watch him concentrate on his backpack, muttering his checklist to make sure he has everything he needs.

And he likes that about you.

How you know when to leave him at it, to let him focus on what he needs to, and doesn't just ask for his attention all the time.

"Alright, now the most important ones." He says, packing his food. You smile, but when you notice he's done, you feel your chest tighten, and you shift in his bed.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay by yourself?" You can't help but ask.

"I think Joel's more than capable of handling himself, pumpkin." Bill says from the bedroom door, startling you.

But he doesn't scare Joel, who seemed to notice your father before you.

"I know he is. But I don't like to think of anyone outside the fences." You say, getting up to hug your dad.

He gratefully accepts the hug, wrapping his arms fondly around you, soothing you.

"Told her I've done this a million times. But she keeps asking these questions." Joel tells Bill.

"She worries too much." Bill says with a smile, pulling your face away from his chest and caressing your cheeks.

"I care. It's different." You say, leaving the room frustrated.

Of course you care.

You love your parents.

Maybe you're starting to love Joel...

How could you not worry?

They look at one another, confused.

"You're leaving already?" Bill asks, and he nods, putting his backpack on his back.

"Yeah. Gonna need my guns, though." Joel says, and Bill nods.

"Gonna take them. Meet you at the gate."

With that he leaves, and Joel follows after a few seconds, stopping on your bedroom.

He knocks gently on the door. When you don't respond he opens it slowly, finding you by your window.

He calls your name, and you look at him.

"Hey, baby. You gonna come down?" He asks.

"Don't know." You say, thinking about the questions Bill would ask if you hugged Joel in front of him.

"I can't go out without a goodbye hug." He says, coming close to you.

You don't hesitate in wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight, wanting to memorize his touch, his warmth. How he feels, how safe you feel in his arms.

"A see-you-tomorrow hug." You correct him.

You can't help the few tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry for being so... Me sometimes." He starts. "I like how you care about me. Just don't wanna see you worried." He says, caressing your hair.

You pull on his shirt, squeezing his back.

"I'm sorry. My dads never leave, and when they do is by car, just for an hour or so. They never slept outside, I'm not used to it." You explain, your voice giving your tears in.

He pulls his head away, holding your cheeks, reading your face.

"I promise I'll be careful, huh? More than I've ever been. And I'll come back as soon as I can. In one piece. I have a good reason to." He says, smiling. And you smile back.

"Thank you." You say, and he kisses you softly, slowly rolling his tongue around yours, savoring your taste, memorizing it.

You melt in his arms, letting him take full control of you, hold you in place and keep you steady.

Indulging in him, his strong arms around you, his warmth against your chest, his beard scratching your face, his tongue rolling around yours.

Before you're ready to, he pulls away, licking his lips and looking into your eyes, his face inches away from yours.

"Miss you already. Won't sleep half as well without you." You say, squeezing him.

He laughs, staring into your eyes and kissing your forehead before walking out your bedroom, stopping at the door to look at you before walking down the stairs.

When you look it the window, you lock eyes with Frank, finding his arms crossed and a worried expression in his face. You feel a chill run down your spine, goosebumps cover your arms as he shakes his head.

'Please, don't.' You mouth, and he looks away from you.

You run down the stairs, and when you get to the door, Joel's just stepped out, and you arrive in time to listen to Frank greet him.

"Hey, Joel." He says, his expression not as friendly as always, besides his smile. "Thank you for this, Bill would've never let me go out for something so... Unessential as he calls it."

"Yeah, no problem. Gonna look for somethings for her too." Joel says, turning to look at you and smiling.

"For you too." You add, and he shrugs.

"Also, Bill asked for some tools. So it's not gonna be that unessential." He says, and Frank smiles, but you don't. And he notices your tension. "Are you alright?" He half whispers to you, and you just smile weakly and nod.

Bill joins you, standing besides Frank and looking at you and Joel, his frown as big as ever when looking at the two of you.

"C'mon. I'll give them to you at the gate." He tells Joel, who discreetly squeezes your hand before following your dad, not looking back.

You then experience something you never had.

You're afraid of Frank. You're afraid and you're embarrassed.

You just stand besides him, shifting your body weight from one foot to the other, silently watching your dad tap Joel in the back, give him his gun and one of his own. As well as a box full of ammo.

Then Joel walk past the gates, then there's the smile he offers all of you — and you selfishly claim as all yours —, then he walks away.

And your eyes burn. They burn but you hold whatever amount of tears they're ready to spill.

When you turn to go back inside, Frank holds your forearm.

"You and I are gonna have a very long conversation, young lady." He tells you sternly, and you flinch with the anger he's making sure to let cover his words.

Your parents have never been mad at you. Frank never talked to you with nothing but tenderness. You don't even know how you should feel about it.

"Okay." Your whisper, walking in and going back to your bedroom.

You spend the whole day thinking.

Thinking about Joel, how he's doing, if he's okay, if he needs something.

Thinking about your dad. About what he's thinking. How he's feeling. What is he gonna tell you, what is he gonna do?

Dusk comes, and you're on your bedroom window, watching the gates. As the sky goes dark and there's no sign of him, you feel your nose burn, and your eyes get wetter.

Before you drown in worry, you hear a gentle knock on the door. You turn around and find your dad, Frank, looking at you.

"Hi." You say quietly.

"Dinner's ready. He's not coming back today, let's go eat." He says, the dryness of his tone unfamiliar to you.

He stands by the door, and you know he's not gonna leave before you do. So you get up and walk towards the door. When you reach him he puts his arm in front of your chest.

"We're not doing this right now, but I'm really, really upset. We'll talk about this when your dad isn't around, but for now... Nothing happened." He says.

"I'm sorry." You say, not holding his gaze.

"I really thought I could trust you, darling." He says, and you sense more sadness than anger in him.

"Didn't wanna make you mad." You say, and he sighs.

"Well, if you've told me I wouldn't be mad. I didn't know you two were that close. I would've talked to him. Talked to you! There's so much you don't know, my dove." He says, lowering his voice when he almost yells.

"I'm sorry, dad." You really are, but right now you can't say much more than that. So you walk past him, going downstairs and trying to behave as normally as possible in front of your dad.

Trying not to show any shame, any worries.

Just act like nothing happened.

I'm really sorry it takes me so long to write this series. I really am. I just love it and want it to be as matured and thought out as possible, so I sit with it for as long as I can.

But I'm already working on the next part, and I'll really prioritize it 🩷

I hope you liked it! Feedback for this one is highly appreciated, I really wanna know what you guys thoughts about it since there's no smut and it's more focused on their relationship.

Love you all, have a nice one 🩷🫶🏻

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#joel miller x reader #ghostfanwriter #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal's characters #joel miller fanfiction #dirty hands #tlou fanfiction

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Somethin about you Shane Walsh x reader

Paring yn greene with shane walsh

Synopsis you and Shane were together before the world fell and now you are meeting again when it ended. So now that the world has fallen you do everything in your power to protect your daughter

Special thanks to my bb @taylormarieee

⚠️ warnings blood smut 18+ graphic violence MDNI.

Word count:

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🥀Shane was the type of person where you can look at him and he'll either break your heart or fulfill it. You were one of those people who tried to guess. And believe it or not, the guess you made was completely wrong. He fulfilled your life with love. He didn't break it until later. Now the end of the world has happened and you could only imagine if he's either alive or one of these brain-dead zombies. 🥀

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You were outside milking the cows when your dad came outside to tell you that your daughter Faith had woken up you walk into the house as you pick Faith up you hear screaming coming from outside you walk outside the front door to see two people you never thought you'd see again

"Rick? Carl? Oh my God what happened?" you ask

"He's been shot, please help us," Rick says shaking

You don't even see who's running in the background you tell your dad to help Carl

You gave Faith to Beth to watch her as you helped your dad get Carl stable you walked Rick out of the room to go sit down

*Maggie goes out to find lori to bring her to the farm*

"Here you go," you say as you hand Rick something to drink

As you stand up you see Shane standing in the doorway

"Holy sh--------" Shane says as he sees you

You walk away to go check on Maggie Beth and your daughter

You hear Shane and Rick talking as you walk into your bedroom

You pick up Faith from the bed and you walk out to see what is going on in the living room Otis your dad and Rick are talking

"What's going on? "You ask

"I need a respirator to be able to do surgery on Carl "your dad says

"What do we do? "You ask

The old high school they should have supplies there Otis says

"Well I said leave the rest to me is it to late to take that back?" Shane says jokingly

I'll go with you I know my way around you otis says

"Are you sure?" Shane asks

"We can talk about this till the sun comes up or we can get it done right quick" Otis says

"I'd take right quick" Shane says

"I'm coming with you two" you say going to your room for your stuff

"Honey why won't you let the boys handle it" your dad says

"No dad they'll need back up and like momma always said never let a man do a female's job" you said

You walk over to maggie who's holding Faith "mommy is gonna be right back I'm gonna help some friends okay?" You say as you give your daughter a kiss on the cheek

You give your dad a kiss on the cheek and hug him as you turn around you see shane staring at Faith like he knows something

I can't thank y'all enough rick says

No problem rick you know I always have your and Carl's back

"Honestly yn you really don't have to go "lori say as she comes up behind rick

"I got this lori and If you could help keep an on faith that would be great " you say

"Of course lori says as she hugs you"

The three of you head outside and get into the truck

"Are you sure about this?" Shane asks

"Of course I am I ain't no damsel in destress" you say as you roll your eyes

"You two know each other? "Otis asks

"Yeah this is my ex boyfriend remember"? You ask

"Oh the dude who couldn't keep it in his pan- oops sorry" Otis says as he continues to drive

"You know something about you seems different yn" Shane says

"What's different besides the fact I ain't waiting on you to change" you respond back

The rest of the drive was quiet until you guys reached the high school

You open the door to get out grabbing your knife from your back pocket

"Yn you really should stay behind us" Shane says

"I'm good I can handle myself thank you" you say

"You really are your mother's daughter "Otis says

As you start to walk towards the back door you notice that there's two walkers hanging by the door

"Yn wai---" Shane says as he cuts off to chase after you

You walk up to one of the walkers and kick one in the knee and and stab it in the back of the head same with the other one

"Holy shit you took down two walkers "Shane says in shock

"Told you I can handle myself" you say as you walk into the school

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Found You- Part 7

Summary: Nearly 10 years ago, you left home after a bad incident with your parents, Rick and Lori Grimes. In that time, you married a redneck down south and started a family. But it all came crashing down when the dead started to walk.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: language, violence, blood, death

PART 6

Taking out the Saviours at their satellite base didn't go as smoothly as planned, but it still worked.

The Saviours were dead. They couldn't hurt the Hilltop any longer and now Alexandria was able to trade supplies with them.

Within a couple of weeks, Alexandria had gone from having limited food and supplies to having nearly too much. The storage garage was stocked to the brim and the garden Maggie had planted was flourishing. Fresh tomatoes and carrots were already being harvested, the other vegetables and fruits not too far behind.

Alexandria was thriving.

"Morning Y/N." Denise greeted walking into the infirmary with a bright smile.

"Someone's happy." You observed, looking up from the notepad in your hand.

Denise's smile brightened at your words, her cheeks flushing a little as she ducked her head.

"Tara and Heath are due back in a few days from their two-week run."

"Ah. That makes sense." You nodded. "Bet you can't wait to see her again."

Tara and Denise made a cute couple. They suited each other perfectly and you knew how much Denise was missing her girlfriend. If you had been apart from Daryl for that long, you'd be missing him like crazy.

"I can't wait." She confirmed, still smiling as she looked down at the notepad in your hands. "You making a list of supplies we need?"

You nodded, "Daryl, Rosita and I are heading out for a quick supply run. Figured I'd get a list of stuff we're low on and go with them."

"Oh, cool. Um..." Denise began to say before trailing off.

You looked over at the other woman to find her biting her thumb nail almost anxiously before she turned away and began going through the medicine cabinet to help add to the list.

"What is it?" You asked carefully knowing she wanted to say something but clearly needed a small push.

She grabbed one of the bottles before holding it up and you nodded writing it down on the list before she put it back and sighed.

"I... I want to go on the supply run."

Her words caught you off guard as you scribbled the last few letters down before looking up at her in surprise. Denise had never gone on a supply run before. Hell, you weren't even sure she had left the walls of Alexandria since she arrived here whenever that was.

She never showed any interest of wanting to get out. She liked the safety of the walls which was totally understandable, so you were confused as to why she suddenly wanted to go out.

"Why?" You asked cautiously because the thought of her going outside the walls did not sit right with you.

She could get hurt out there. She wasn't entirely defenceless, but she wouldn't hold up well in a fight against the living or the dead.

"Someone has to stay here at the infirmary. We both can't go, and I know you, Daryl and Rosita have had this run planned for a few days now, but... I really want to go, and I know a good place."

You stared at the blonde woman for a few seconds unsure what to do before you reluctantly nodded, and she grinned.

"If the others agree to take you, then okay. I'll stay back and hold down the fort." You answered motioning to the infirmary around you. "C'mon. Let's go talk to them."

Denise followed you out the building without hesitation and before long you found Daryl and the boys by his motorcycle in front of your house.

Ricky and Dean both wanted to go on the supply run. Initially, you had flat out refused. It was dangerous out there and you wanted them to be safe, but at the same time, they were older now.

They both knew how to fight and protect themselves and they wanted to help. So, reluctantly you had agreed.

Rosita arrived shortly after and agreed that the boys could tag along. She had been training them with knives and machetes along with hand-to-hand combat. Rosita knew how capable and responsible Ricky and Dean were, so she didn't see a problem with them wanting to join.

"There's this place, Edison's Apothecary and Boutique." Denise continued to ramble on about the place she wanted to scavenge. "I remember driving past it when the world ended. It's just this little gift shop in a strip mall, but it it's really an apothecary, they had drugs."

"How do ya know they still got 'em?" Daryl asked.

"It isn't that far. I just wanna check."

Rosita frowned in confusion, "I thought Y/N was coming with us not you."

"I was. But Denise wants to, so I can stay back." You answered.

Daryl glanced over at you with a questioning look. A flash of concern in his eyes as he glanced down to your baby bump hidden beneath your jacket in worry. He thought something was wrong. You never stepped down from a chance to go on a supply run. Never.

"I'm fine." You hurriedly reassured staring at your husband. "Denise wanted to check herself."

Daryl nodded, a look of relief washing over him before he glanced over at Denise.

"How much time you spend out there?"

Denise hesitated, "none."

"Forget it."

"I can ID the meds. I know how to use a machete now. I've seen roamers up close. I'm ready." Denise said defensively.

"You good with this?" Daryl asked looking over at Rosita who shook her head.

"No."

"I'll go alone, if I have to." Denise piped up.

"You'll die alone." Daryl responded bluntly.

"I'm asking you to make sure I don't."

Nobody said anything for a minute as you stood there in silence staring at each other before Rosita spoke up.

"I'm not babysitting her by myself."

Denise then looked over at your husband with hopeful eyes before he sighed and reluctantly nodded.

"Don't worry, we can help protect her." Little Dean declared looking up at Denise with a stern nod.

"Thanks, kiddo." She smiled.

"Boys, why don't you go help Denise and Rosita get the car ready. I gotta talk to your dad for a minute." You said looking over at your sons.

They both nodded and Rosita and Denise followed them down the street leaving you and Daryl standing by his motorcycle.

Daryl chewed at his thumb nail while watching the others walk away. It was a nervous habit that he's had since you've known him.

"Ya sure everything's alright?"

Those crystal blues flashed over to you once the others were out of earshot and you could see the worry etched on his face.

"Everything is fine. I promise." You reassured stepping forward and grabbing his hand with a gentle squeeze. "It'll be good for Denise to go out there. She rarely leaves the infirmary... just take care of her, okay? I'd say the same for our boys but we both know those little rascals can handle themselves."

Daryl smiled proudly, "yeah, they can."

-

Later that day, you found yourself in Abraham's house with Merle. The two guys were chatting away in the kitchen cooking some kind of meat that would usually smell delicious but was only making you feel nauseous.

You tried to ignore the feeling hoping it would go away but the longer the scent of cooking meat hung heavily in the air, you soon could no longer ignore it and had to rush out the room.

You barely made it to the toilet in time before throwing up the little food you had inside. Your stomach churned violently, and you spat into the bowl before flushing away the horrible scent. Only when you were certain that you weren't going to throw up anymore, you rested your face down against the cool porcelain lid breathing heavily.

Throwing up wasn't unusual for you. Morning sickness had been bad when you were pregnant with Ricky and Dean, and although the morning sickness hadn't been too bad this round, you were not expecting food scents to trigger this.

"Y/N?" Abraham's voice worriedly called out before a gentle knock rapped against the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there?"

You remained silent taking in a deep breath trying to compose yourself before you stood up and pulled the door open but turned away from the redhead standing outside and went to the sink to rinse your mouth with water.

Abraham didn't say anything for a moment as he leant against the doorframe watching you carefully before he broke the silence.

"You know, my late wife used to get sick to the smell of cooking meat while she was pregnant."

Your head snapped up, eyes locking with his through the mirror.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out because you had no idea what to say and Abraham smiled softly at you.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Daryl and Rick." You answered, turning around to face him while leaning against the basin. "We were trying to keep it a secret for a while."

The redhead nodded in understanding, "is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting that reaction to meat." You admitted, pushing yourself away from the sink before walking out the bathroom, Abraham following behind.

The meat was no longer cooking on the stove top. You actually had no idea where the food had gone but what you did know was that you could no longer smell it. The kitchen windows were now wide open, the curtains blowing in the wind while Merle sat at the table looking over at you with a knowing smirk.

"Pregnant?"

"Well, so much for keeping it a secret." Abe chuckled from behind you, and you sighed but smiled at your brother-in-law.

Merle was on his feet instantly and walked over with his arms out.

"Congratulations." He said sincerely before you stepped into his embrace and hugged him. "Don't you worry, I ain't gonna tell no one. That's your business to tell not mine."

The three of you ended up having sandwiches for lunch together. The guys had given the freshly cooked meat to the couple next door to get it out the house which you greatly appreciated and knew how much that would have sucked for them. They didn't say it, but they would have rather eaten the meat over crappy sandwiches.

"Why do you want these?" Abraham asked handing over his dog tags while the three of you sat on the couch together.

"She has a necklace with 'em." Merle answered pointing to the silver chain hidden under your shirt.

You looped your finger around the chain and held it up for him to see your grandfathers dog tags and Merles tags from Basic. Abraham leant forward reading the words engraved before his brows furrowed and he looked over at Merle.

"You got kicked out the army."

"Still counts." Merle grinned kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"You're part of our family too." You began to explain reaching up and taking his dog tags before connecting them to your necklace. "So, you should be part of the necklace."

The redhead seemed genuinely surprised by your words, his warm eyes almost glistening with tears, and you had no idea what to say because you didn't mean to make the ex-soldier almost cry. But then Abraham was throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side without a word.

Merle smiled watching as you rested your head against his best friend's shoulder.

-

Abraham and Eugene had left saying something about a factory that could be used to make bullets? You weren't too sure, but with Abe gone, you left Merle to nap on the couch and went down the street to the infirmary.

There were no patients. There hadn't been for a long time, just the occasional civilian coming in with an everyday cold or cut that needed fixing or medicine for.

You began making room in the cabinets for the new supply's the guys would bring back shortly but then the front door slammed opened with a loud bang followed by Deans panicked shouts.

"Eugene's been shot! He needs help!"

You spun around so fast, heart sinking in your chest when you saw Dean holding open the front door, his eyes red from crying just as Daryl, Abraham, Rosita and Ricky rushed through the open door holding an unconscious and bleeding Eugene.

Oh, fuck.

Your eyes briefly scanned over Ricky making sure he was okay but other than the haunted and terrified look in his wide eyes, he seemed to be fine.

"Put him on that bed. Rosita, I need his shirt cut off. Abe, that trolly of tools bring it here. Ricky and Dean find whatever towels you can. Daryl, keep pressure on the wound." You barked off orders frantically, switching into doctor mode easily.

The guys all did as they were told, and you hastily washed your hands under the sink before peeling away Daryl's own hands from the other man's stomach to inspect the gunshot wound. It wasn't as bad as you had originally thought. The bullet had grazed his side, so there were no open or exit wounds and there was no bullet stuck inside of him which was a small miracle.

You got to quick work with disinfecting the wound because although he wouldn't die from the gunshot, an infection could definitely kill him.

Ricky and Dean were by your side handing you anything you needed while Daryl paced the wall of the infirmary silently, worry and anger boiling inside of him. Rosita and Abe stood nearby watching on worriedly before you finished stitching the wound and covered it with a clean bandage.

Then once you set the needle down and let out a shaky exhale of relief, a horrible realisation hit you like a truck.

"Where's Denise?"

There was a beat of silence.

The others all looked at each other, your boys lowered their heads, so you turned to Daryl, and he had that look, the look that said everything and nothing at all. You braced yourself and knew before a word was spoken that Denise was gone.

-

Daryl had barely said a word about what happened. He barely spoke period.

Ricky and Dean had told you everything. How they had gotten ambushed on the train track and a man with their father's crossbow had killed Denise with a bolt through the eye. The boys were traumatised from seeing that, but they kept up brave faces while retelling it.

They helped fight. Killed a few of the bad guys, but some of them got away.

Alexandria was put on high alert. Guns were distributed out to people and double watch shifts became mandatory. Rick wasn't taking any chances because apparently you hadn't killed all the Saviours and this Dwight person said that he knew about your community.

Early the following morning, you were standing with Rosita by the front gate about to take over watch shift from her. The boys were still fast asleep back at the house. They had stayed awake most the night unable to sleep after the things they had witnessed.

Suddenly the roar of a familiar motorcycle filled the air, the revs of the engine echoing across Alexandria as Daryl sped up to the front gate where you and Rosita were standing.

Oh, this wasn't going to be good.

"Where are you going?" Rosita demanded realising that whatever the archer was up to, it wasn't good.

"Out." Daryl muttered dismounting the bike before walking straight past you and pulling the front gate open.

"No, shit. You got specifics?" Abe questioned from the top of the watch platform.

Your husband ignored him and climbed back onto the bike, but you quickly stepped in front of it and grabbed the handlebars causing Daryl to shoot you a warning look from behind his messy hair.

"Get out the way." He ordered sternly.

He was angry.

He was really angry, and you couldn't even remember the last time you had seen Daryl so worked up like this, but knew it was because of Denise. He felt guilty for her death, and he was on a mission to get revenge.

"You're not going anywhere. Let's just take a breath and talk about this." You said calmly but Daryl shook his head before he wheeled the bike back and you were forced to let go of the handles just as he tapped it into gear and sped off. "Daryl!"

He was out the gate before you could even say his name.

You stood there for a moment watching his bike disappear down the road before you turned and rushed over to the nearest vehicle.

Daryl was going to get himself killed out there. He couldn't take on the Saviours alone. He wasn't thinking straight. You needed to stop him.

"I'll drive!" Glenn shouted reaching the van the same time you did after witnessing what just happened.

You simply nodded and jumped into the passenger seat, Michonne jumping in the back before Glenn turned the key in the ignition and bought the car to life, however before he could start driving Abraham stepped in front of the vehicle.

"Make room for my freckled ass."

"No." Rosita snapped, marching past him and opening the back door. "Cover my watch. You stay."

"Hey, we should keep numbers here." Glenn spoke up, but Rosita shook her head.

"I know where Daryl's going."

"Get in." You instructed and the woman nodded climbing into the back before you looked over at Abraham who did not seem happy about this in the slightest. "Tell the boys we'll be back soon."

The redhead sighed but nodded and stepped out the way of the car before Glenn put his foot down on the gas and sped off down the road in the direction Daryl had gone.

Rosita instructed Glenn on where to go. She took you to the train track where Denise had died and pointed in the direction Dwight had run the day before, and then you stepped forward and began tracking your husband's trail.

Living with the Dixon brothers for over a decade, listening and learning from them about hunting and tracking before the world even ended had come in handy. You led the others through a tall field heading towards the woods following Daryl's faint but distinct track through the weeds.

You were so focused on looking at the ground you didn't see or hear the person nearby until a crossbow bolt shot straight past your head imbedding into the trunk of a tree beside you.

Your head shot up instantly, hand reaching for your handgun when your eyes met Daryl's widening blue ones and you realised that he hadn't known it was you. A look of instant panic and guilt washed over his features after nearly killing you, but his expression soon switched back into anger as Rosita yanked the bolt from the tree trunk.

"Watch the hell out, asshole." She snapped.

"Yeah, I did. Ya shouldn't have come!" He snatched the bolt out the other woman's hand before marching off in the opposite direction.

"You shouldn't have left!" You shot back matching his anger.

That had Daryl stopping in his tracks. His back was so tense he was nearly shaking before he whirled around and marched back towards you. His cold blue eyes locking with yours and you held his gaze, not backing down.

"When I split off from Merle 'n Abraham, he was out there in the woods, in that burnt-out forest with 'em girls! Put a gun to my head! Tied me up! I even tried to help him."

That was the most Daryl had said since yesterday. And suddenly, all his pent-up anger and aggression made sense. He blamed himself for this because he had let Dwight go all those months ago and now Denise was dead.

Shit.

Daryl turned and began storming off, but you quickly jogged after him and grabbed his shoulder, "so you think it's your fault?"

Daryl lowered his head but didn't try and shrug your grip from his shoulder.

"Yeah, I know it is." He mumbled, his voice now so small, so sad, it broke your heart.

"Daryl, it wasn't-" You tried to say but he cut you off.

"He killed her right in front of me! In front of our sons!" Daryl shouted, his voice louder and angrier than you had heard it in a long time. "I'm gonna go do what I should've done before."

"What, for her?" Glenn called out. "She's gone, man. You're doing this for you."

Daryl spun around at the other man's words, your hand falling from his shoulder as he glared past you towards Glenn.

"Man, I don't give a shit."

"Daryl." Glenn was suddenly by your side. "We need to get back there and figure this out from home. Our home. We need you, and everyone back there needs us right now. Think of your sons. It's... it's gonna go wrong out here."

"We'll square it. I will. I promise you." Michonne began to say slowly stepping forward. "Just come back."

Daryl's eyes shifted between you all for a moment before he shook his head, "I can't."

"Daryl-"

"Man, I can't!" Daryl shouted, his voice breaking as he cut Glenn off before he turned around and marched off into the woods.

"I can't either." Rosita stated following after your husband.

"Go back to Alexandria. " You instructed glancing at Glenn and Michonne.

Glenn shook his head, "Y/N, don't-"

"I can't just leave him." Was all you said before you jogged after Daryl and Rosita.

-

Daryl didn't say anything about you joining him, but you could tell he wasn't happy. Rosita wasn't in a talkative mood either, so the three of you trekked through the woods in silence. You weren't sure how long you had been walking for when you heard a familiar shout echo through the trees.

It was Michonne.

That was definitely the sound of Michonne's shout.

You doubled back, your guns drawn up at the ready and it wasn't long before you spotted Glenn and Michonne in the distance. The two of them were tied up and gaged on the forest floor. A man with a gun standing beside them.

Was it a Saviour?

Daryl slowly raised his crossbow, and you lifted your handgun until your sights were hovering over the man, but you didn't dare squeeze the trigger. A loud gunshot would be a death sentence if that man wasn't alone. Daryl's silent crossbow needed to be used.

"Hi, Daryl." A voice said from behind you.

Then a gunshot fired.

The loud bang was inches from your ear momentarily deafening you. Loud ringing was all you could hear as Daryl's body fell to the ground from beside you.

You spun around with your gun raised and saw a flash of blonde hair and a scarred face but then something hard slammed into the side of your head, and then there was nothing.

-

The first thing you noticed when you slowly began to gain consciousness was that you were in some kind of moving vehicle. The second thing was that your head hurt.

You could feel dry blood plastered along the side of your face, no doubt matted in your hair from the hit to the head earlier. But where the fuck were you?

Blinking your eyes open, everything was dark. Small streams of light shone in through what appeared to be bullet holes through the back door of a van that you were apparently now sitting inside. It took a moment, but your eyes slowly started to adjust to the darkness and that's when you noticed Glenn and Michonne sitting opposite you.

"What-what happened?" You asked, your voice coming out rougher than you expected.

Someone shifted from beside you, "are you okay?"

Daryl.

It was Daryl.

You turned your head to look at him and saw the faint outline of his body in the dark.

"Am I okay?" You asked in disbelief. "You got shot. Fuck, how bad is it?"

"It got his shoulder. Bled a lot, but the rag is helping." Rosita's voice answered and you squinted in the dark spotting the woman sitting on Daryl's other side holding what you assumed was a rag to his shoulder.

You carefully sat yourself up from where you had been leaning against the wall of the van and winced at the pain in your head.

"Where are they taking us?" You asked almost afraid of the answer.

"Nowhere good." Michonne mumbled.

"They took all our weapons." Glenn added.

You reached down to your hip with your free hand to find your weapons belt had been stripped of your handgun and knife.

Damnit.

"How long have I been out?" You asked, wincing as you touched the cut on your forehead.

"A while. You took a hard hit to the head, you okay?" Glenn asked worriedly.

"Been better." You admitted, because your head hurt something awful. "Daryl are you-"

"M'fine, sweetheart." Daryl's gruff voice replied before his hand reached blindly for yours and squeezed it tightly. "Are ya sure you're okay though? The baby?"

"I-I'm fine. We're fine." You reassured resting your free hand over your baby bump under your jacket.

"You're pregnant?" Michonne questioned in shock.

"Yeah, it doesn't matter." You dismissed turning back to Daryl. Your eyes were adjusting more to the dark as time went on and you could see the rag Rosita had against his shoulder and how dark it was with blood. "Fuck. How bad is it?"

"M'fine."

"You're not. You got shot!" You exclaimed.

"I've had worse."

That was debatable.

A gunshot wound was pretty bad.

You didn't have the energy to argue with him, so you sighed and leant back against the wall of the van. Daryl squeezed your hand again and you squeezed it back in a silent reassuring comfort.

Nobody said anything for a few minutes as you sat anxiously waiting to see what would happen. The van was driving, each bump in the road making Daryl grunt in pain from beside you, but he still refused to acknowledge that he was badly hurt.

It was hot in the back of the van. Glenn and Michonne had taken their jackets off a while ago and you followed suit unzipping the front of it before shrugging it off.

Eventually the van came to a stop.

None of you dared to move or speak as you sat there and waited.

Muffled voices were speaking outside somewhere, but you couldn't understand what they were saying. Daryl's hand was still holding yours, almost like he was afraid to let go. And honestly, you didn't want him to let go.

The only good thing about this whole thing was that your boys were still safe in Alexandria with the others. Rick and Merle would look after them, no matter what happened, your father and brother-in-law would never let anything hurt them.

Suddenly the backdoor of the van clicked and your head snapped towards it just as the door swung open and you were momentarily blinded by the bright car lights that were shining towards you.

It was dark outside now, but those car lights made it look daylight.

"Come on. You got people to meet." A familiar voice declared.

The man's body was a silhouette in front of the lights, but it was definitely Dwight.

He reached over and grabbed your arm first yanking you out the van roughly. The quick sudden movement made your head spin, and you were starting to wonder if you had a concussion or not from that hit earlier.

"Don't touch her!" Daryl shouted from behind you.

"No talking!" A different man yelled.

Before you knew it, Dwight shoved you down onto the dirt on your knees beside Daryl and that's when you saw the others.

They were here too.

No.

Eugene, Aaron, Sasha, Carl, Rick, Maggie, Merle and Abraham. They were all lined up on their knees and staring at the rest of you with terrified eyes.

Rick's wide tear-filled eyes met yours from across the lineup and you had no idea what to do. You tried to give him a small nod to silently tell him that you were okay, but well, it didn't work because he was staring at the blood covering the side of your face in pure panic.

Yeah, it probably looked worse than what it was.

You glanced back at Daryl to your right taking a look at his injury in the light for the first time and it was worse than you thought. His entire shoulder and up over the side of his neck was stained bright crimson.

How much blood had he lost?

Rosita had been doing her best with the rag in the back of the van, but it was still bleeding.

You glanced over at Merle who was on his knees beside you, but he was staring at his brother worriedly taking in the blood and paleness of his skin before Merle's eyes flashed over to you and you held his gaze.

There was nothing either of you could do, and you both knew it.

"Let's meet the man."

You looked back up to find a guy with a moustache looking at you all before he turned and walked over to the RV that was parked in front of you and knocked on the door.

A few beats of silence passed before the door suddenly swung open and a man wearing a leather jacket stepped out holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire over his shoulder.

Negan.

There was no doubt in your mind that this was Negan. The leader of the Saviours.

The very same Saviours that you thought you had killed at that satellite place. But you didn't kill them all and you never killed Negan, and now they wanted revenge.

"Pissing our pants yet?" Negan questioned stepping towards the lineup. "Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close. Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?"

Your eyes snapped towards your father in sudden panic. None of you dared to say it, but then one of the Saviours behind the lineup answered.

"It's this one. He's the guy."

You glanced over your shoulder and had to do a double take when you saw how many Saviours were actually standing around behind you leaning against the various cars with melee weapons and guns clutched tightly in their hands.

They had you outnumbered.

Negan slowly walked over to your father before pausing in front of him, "hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes."

A sickening wave of terror welled in your stomach at the man's words. He had something planned. Something bad.

"Yes, you are." Negan grinned still staring at Rick. "You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes. Pay attention."

Negan lowered the bat from his shoulder and held it towards your father's face. Rick instantly lifted his head, tilting it away from the bat and your own body grew tense to the point of shaking as you watched on helplessly.

"Give me your shit... or I will kill you." Negan simply stated before his face broke out into a sickening grin.

He lowered the bat from your father and began to walk along the lineup. His predatory eyes scanning over each of you while he continued to say his speech that had clearly been rehearsed beforehand.

You were barely paying attention to what he was saying as your eyes darted around maniacally, looking for an escape, but there wasn't any. The Saviours had you trapped here. You were all at their mercy and Negan knew it.

"... and what I want is half your shit." Negan continued to ramble. "And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be."

Negan paused in front of you, dark eyes flashing up to the cut on your forehead before he began to look you up and down. Your hand instantly went to your baby bump protectively on instinct which was now visible without your jacket. Negan followed your movements and his eyes paused on your stomach before a malicious smile spread across his face.

You held your breath waiting to see what would happen but after a moment he turned and kept walking along the lineup while speaking.

"So, if someone knocks on your door... you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. Do you understand?" He asked, walking back over to Rick who remained silent.

Negan leant forward with his hand around his ear, "what? No answer."

Rick didn't say anything. You weren't sure if your father could speak even if he wanted to right now. He was breathing heavily, you all were, but his fearful eyes were locked with Negan's watching his every move.

"You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you?"

Oh, no.

"I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? I'm not growing a garden. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay. So now... I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you."

No.

This couldn't be happening. Negan couldn't kill one of you guys. No.

"This..." Negan began to say spinning his barbed wired laced bat in the air. "This is Lucille, and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour."

He was going to kill someone with the bat.

Fuck.

"You got one of our guns. You got a lot of our guns." Negan stated, pointing at your brother before walking over and kneeling in front of him. "Shit, kid, lighten up. At least cry a little."

Carl, like your father, remained silent as he stared up at Negan. Your brother kept his expression hard, unphased by the man's words but you knew he was freaking out on the inside.

Slowly, Negan backed away from your brother and you let out a small breath that you hadn't realised you were holding in before he began to walk back down the lineup again until he stopped in front of Maggie.

"Jesus. You look shitty."

Your eyes shifted from Negan to Maggie and, fuck, he was right. Her skin was pale and clammy, and you had a horrible feeling it wasn't just because of what was happening now. She was sick, or hurt, or... something was wrong with the baby.

"I should just put you out of your misery right now."

"No! No!" Glenn screamed, jumping to his feet but Dwight shoved him to the ground before he could reach Negan and held Daryl's crossbow to the back of Glenns head.

"Don't!" You shouted desperately but you didn't dare move.

Negan shook his head in frustration, "no. Nope. Get him back in line."

Glenn fought every step, but Dwight managed to get him back on his knees. You remained still, watching cautiously before Negan continued speaking.

"Alright, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free. It's an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks, don't it? The moment you realise you don't know shit."

Negan scanned over the lineup once again. His frustrated expression fading back into that sickening smile. He was enjoying this. Negan liked having people at his mercy.

His eyes paused on you for a moment before looking over at Carl and Rick before flashing back to you and realisation washed over him.

"You two are his kids, right?" Negan asked, but it seemed like he already knew the answer. He pointed at Carl, "this is definitely your kid."

Negan began to walk back to you, and you lifted your head to meet his gaze with a hard glare which made Negan's grin only widen.

"Oh, you are definitely his daughter and-"

"Just stop this!" Rick suddenly shouted, speaking for the first time.

"Hey!" Negan snapped, his attention shifting from you in an instant as he pointed the bat towards your father angrily. "Do not make me kill your beautiful daughter. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order."

His eyes raked over you all once again before he started to whistle. Your eyes followed his every step as he made his way along the lineup for what felt like the millionth time before he shook his head.

"I simply cannot decide."

He chuckled softly to himself and turned his back to you all. Eerie silence spread across the woods. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Until Negan suddenly turned around with that stupid smirk plastered on his face.

Oh, this wasn't going to be good.

"I got an idea." He declared before marching back up to your father and pointing the bat at him. "Eenie." He shifted to the next person in the lineup, "meenie." Then the next, "miney.... mo."

He was using a children's counting rhyme to decide who to kill.

What the fuck.

Negan continued along the lineup, not going in any particular order as he continued to point and speak.

Your heart was racing and stumbling over its own rhythm, your breathing deep and ragged.

He held the bat in front of your face, and you could see Daryl tense out the corner of your eye, but you sat yourself up straighter as you glared at Negan causing the man to chuckle before he moved onto the next.

"My mother. Told me. To pick. The. Very. Best. One. And. You. Are... It." Negan dragged out his words and you watched in horror as he stopped and pointed the bat towards Abraham.

You heard Rosita and a few others gasp before Negan continued.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that."

He raised the bat and there was nothing you could do but watched as he slammed it down against the top of Abraham's head. You couldn't stop the scream that escaped your lips as you watched your friend fall to the ground.

Hot tears poured down your face as you forced yourself to look away, unable to watch.

"Look at that. Taking it like a champ!" Negan shouted, causing your head to quickly snap back towards Abraham who had forced himself back up onto his knees, blood dripping down his forehead.

"Suck... my... nuts." He grunted, his eyes locking with Negan's.

The man just grinned down at him before raising the bat and slamming it back against the redhead causing his body to fall forward.

He hit the ground with a thump before Negan continuously slammed the bat down against Abraham's head, until you couldn't recognise it anymore.

Your eyes were transfixed with horror, unable to look away no matter how much you wanted to. Merle's body suddenly shifted from beside you and you glanced over at him to find his body shaking with rage.

He pressed his lips together in anger watching Negan butcher his best friend. A cloud of warning settled over your brother-in-laws features and you knew exactly what he was about to do.

You shot your hand out and grabbed Merle's wrist just as he tried to stand up, but you managed to yank him down before Negan could notice. He tried to shrug off your grip, the line of his mouth tightening a fraction more as his body vibrated in rage, but your fingers tightened around his wrist, not letting go.

You were not going to let Merle get himself killed.

You couldn't lose him too.

No way.

After a moment, Merle let out a shaky exhale before his body deflated and the rage soaring through his veins turned to sadness as he stared at the mushed-up head of his best friend. Tears began to rise in Merle's eyes, but he didn't show any intention of fighting Negan, having realised it would be a suicide mission.

Cautiously you released his wrist and to your relief, Merle remained defeated on his knees beside you. Hot tears were burning in the back of your eyes, but you refused to let them spill. You were not going to give this monster the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

"Oh my goodness! Look at this!" Negan exclaimed, taking a step back from Abrahams body as he swung the now bloodied bat in the air causing some of the blood to fly off and hit Rick in the face making Negan chuckle even more. "You guys, look at my dirty girl! Sweetheart, lay your eyes on this."

Negan suddenly walked over to you and held the bloodied bat inches from your face.

You ducked your head out the way not wanting to see it.

"Oh, damn. You two were close, huh? There was a reason for all this. Red, and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look." Negan ordered, tilting the bat closer to your face, but you refused to look at it. "Take a damn look!"

Suddenly, Daryl launched himself from beside you, and you had been so worried about Merle doing something stupid, you didn't see it coming until it was too late.

You watched in panic as your husband punched Negan across the jaw sending the man stumbling back a few feet before Dwight and another man grabbed Daryl and tackled him to the ground.

"Daryl!" You, Rick and Merle all yelled, but your voices were broken, you could barely recognise them.

"No! Oh, no!" Negan shouted, pointing the bat back towards you as a silent warning.

Negan's expression was now dead serious as he glared at you before shifting over to Merle and Rick. But a grin soon broke out across his face, but your attention was on Daryl who Dwight now had pinned to the ground with a crossbow at his head.

"That? Oh, my! That is a no-no. The whole thing. Not one bit of that shit flies here."

"Do you want me to do it? Right here." Dwight spoke up and your hands formed fists by your sides as you stared at the blonde man with the crossbow.

If he so much as made a move, you were attacking him. Fuck everything else. You would do anything for Daryl, and you knew for a fact Merle would back you up in a heartbeat to hell with the consequences.

"No, you don't kill that, not until you try a little."

To your relief, Dwight lowered the crossbow before grabbing Daryl and dragging him back into the line beside you.

Daryl was breathing heavily trying to control himself as he glared at Negan from under the hair covering his face.

"Anyway, that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people. First one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word." Negan continued to say as he walked towards Daryl and your stomach dropped.

He was going to kill Daryl.

No, you couldn't let him do that.

"First impressions are important. I need you to know me." Negan's attention suddenly shifted over to Merle.

The world around you came to a standstill as Negan's hard eyes glared down at your brother-in-law before he raised the bat and, in that moment, you realised, this was it.

He was going to kill Merle, not Daryl.

You acted on pure adrenaline, not even realising what you were doing until it was too late.

You jumped to the side in front of Merle just as Negan swung the bat.

"Don't!" You screamed holding your hands up and at the last possible second, Negan stopped the swing, the bat only inches away from your head. "Don't. You don't have to kill anyone else. Please!" You begged.

Negan stared down at you in surprise, "you have some mighty big balls. I could have killed you just now. Maybe I should."

He raised the bat once again.

"No! She's pregnant! Don't!" Rick's voice yelled desperately from down the lineup.

Negan kept the bat raised as he glanced over at your father, "I beg your pardon?"

"She's fuckin' pregnant. Kill me! Not her. Kill me!" Daryl suddenly shouted and your heart stopped as your head snapped towards your husband, but he wasn't looking at you, he was staring up at Negan with pleading teary eyes. "Kill me!"

Negan smirked and took a step towards him.

"So back to it."

"No!" You cried in a voice raw with terror just as Negan swung the bat but moved straight past Daryl and slammed it against Glenn's head.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream. Glenn staggered back up on to his knees and you had to look away.

"It seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out, and it is gross as shit!"

"Maggie... I'll find you."

The tears you had been trying so hard to keep back were now streaming down your face as you stared down at the dirt in front of you. Your entire body was trembling. Chest growing so tight it became hard to breathe.

"Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say it. No exceptions!"

The sickening crunching sound of Negan's bat had your body recoiling in horror. Your eyes flashed up involuntarily and you barely contained your scream as you watched Negan beat Glenns head down with the bat.

Maggie was sobbing. the others were crying silently, but nobody tried anything. Not again. Daryl was hunched over beside you trying to contain his own tears and Merle was staring blankly down at Abrahams body, unmoving.

"I'm going to kill you." Rick's broken voice spoke up.

"I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up." Negan responded, making his way over to your father before crouching down in front of him leaning the bloodied bat over his knee.

"Not today, not tomorrow, but I'm gonna kill you." Rick repeated and for a moment, Negan didn't say anything as he stared at the other man before laughing.

"Simon, what did he have, a knife?" Negan asked, keeping his eyes locked with Ricks as he spoke.

"Uh, he had a hatchet."

"A hatchet?"

"He had an axe." Simon clarified.

"Simon's my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work. Do you have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? Or did I...?" Negan trailed off and made a clicking noise with his tongue as he motioned towards his bat. "Give me his axe."

You watched through tear-filled eyes as Simon walked over and handed Negan the axe. He stood up tucking the weapon through the belt of his jeans before he leant down and grabbed Rick by the collar of his jacket and began dragging him towards the RV.

"No!" You screamed, about to get up but both Daryl and Merle grabbed your shoulders, stopping you.

"I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me and if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean, the ones that are left." Negan shouted over his shoulder pushing your father into the RV before slamming the door closed behind him.

You stared at the RV waiting for them to come back out the door any second, but then the engine roared to life, and you watched the vehicle drive off. You couldn't stop the small whimper escaping your lips as you stared at the RV disappearing into the darkness of the woods.

Time blurred together after that.

Seconds ticking by into minutes. Maybe hours had gone by, you had no idea. But the sun was now slowly rising along the horizon. Beams of light shone through the treetops before the familiar sound of the RV filled the air.

The vehicle pulled up a moment later parking in the same spot as earlier. But the once clean RV was now covered in walker guts and blood.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as the door slammed open and Negan dragged Rick out and dumped him in front of the group.

Your relief at seeing your father still alive was short lived because why would Negan put him in front of you all? Why didn't he put him back in the lineup?

"Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Negan asked, looking down at your father who was slowly pushing himself onto his knees. "That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But, you're still looking at me the same damn way, like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?"

"Yes." Rick whispered, his eyes glued to the ground in front of him, his body shaking.

"Alright, and here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads."

Suddenly, the Saviours guns all cocked and a moment later you felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed to the back of your head. You didn't dare move as you kept your eyes on your father.

Rick looked up in panic taking in all the guns until his teary eyes locked with yours. You gave him a small sad smile, but Rick just shook his head unable to process what was happening.

"Grimes kids! Right here." Negan suddenly ordered and your eyes snapped away from your father to find Negan looking between you and Carl.

Neither you nor Carl moved as you both glared at Negan.

"Now."

You spared a glance at your brother who met your gaze briefly. You gave him a small nod, silently reassuring him that it would be okay before you slowly rose to your feet and Carl followed your actions.

Negan then pulled off his two belts -who the fuck even wears two belts?- and secured them around your upper arm, doing the same with Carl.

Before you knew it, you and Carl were laying on the ground with your arms out and you had a sickening feeling about what was going to happen.

Negan grabbed a pen from Simon and crouched down between you and Carl before drawing a line along both your forearms.

Yep, this really wasn't good.

"Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Me? I ain't doing shit."

Oh. Oh.

He was going to make Rick do it.

"Rick, I want you to take your axe and cut one of your kids arms off, right on the line. I don't care which one, but you have to pick." Negan instructed as he stood up and took a step back. "Now, I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to choose and do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then both your kids die, then the people back home die and then you, eventually. I'm going to keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it."

"You-you don't have to do this." Michonne stuttered, speaking up for the first time. "We understand."

"You understand. Yeah. I'm not sure that Rick does. I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on one of those lines. Hurry up and pick which kid. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice. Nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees, give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. Whichever kid you pick, they'll be fine. Probably."

You tilted your head up in Daryl's direction. His terrified eyes locked with yours through his scruffy hair and even from the distance you could see the tears falling down his face. With your free hand, you lifted it slightly and signed, 'I love you' in sign language.

You had picked up sign language through work before the world ended. It was quite useful, and you taught your family the basics like, run, stay, I love you, mum, dad, brother, and so on. It was good to use when out hunting to be able to communicate without scaring the game away and now in this new world, it had come in handy a few times too.

Daryl shook his head at you, but you smiled sadly at him.

You signed the words again as a silent goodbye because you knew the chances of not dying from blood loss in the middle of the woods was not great. And everyone else seemed to know it too.

"Rick, this needs to happen now or I will crush both of their skulls myself." Negan threatened, but Rick just shook his head as he stared down at the two of you with watery eyes.

"It can-it can be me." Rick whimpered.

"No. This is the only way. Rick, pick up that axe. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die?"

"Leave my brother out of this. He's just a kid!" You snapped, glaring up at Negan before shifting your focus to your father. "Just do it, dad. It's okay."

"No. Not her." Carl argued from beside you. "She's pregnant. Just do it to me. Just do it."

You opened your mouth to argue but Negan continued to speak.

"Oh my God, are you gonna make me count?" He grabbed the axe and shoved it into Ricks hand. "Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. Pick one of them. Three!"

"Please. It can be me. Please!" Your father begged, his voice breaking as he cried.

"Two!"

"Please, don't do..." Rick trailed off as he sobbed. His broken eyes flicked between you and Carl forced to choose between his own children.

Rick reluctantly raised the axe into the air with shaky hands and you closed your eyes, not wanting to watch him choose. You waited for it to happen. You waited for the pain and the sound of bone breaking, but it never happened.

"Rick." Negan's voice suddenly said, and you snapped your eyes back open to find the man lowering Ricks arm. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?"

Rick frantically nodded.

"Speak when you're spoken to! You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me, right?!" Negan shouted, his hands grabbing Ricks chin forcing him to look at him.

Your father nodded in agreement, "right."

"Right. That is the look I wanted to see." Negan declared letting go of Rick as he stood up taking the axe.

You slowly sat up resting your hands on your knees as you breathed heavily through your nose trying to calm yourself down. The adrenaline soaring through your body from nearly getting your arm cut off was quickly vanishing and the head wound from earlier was starting to catch up to you.

Negan was still talking, rambling on like he had been doing the whole night. You blocked out his words though and blinked back the flecks of white that shimmered across your vision.

Yeah, you definitely had a concussion.

"Ah. Dwight... load him up."

Your head shot up so quickly it made everything around you spin momentarily but when your vision cleared, the blood drained from your face because Dwight was now pulling Daryl back towards the van.

"No!"

You were on your feet before you realised what you were doing but one of the other Saviours grabbed you by the arm and practically threw you back to the ground causing you to cry out in pain as he pressed his boot down against your neck and aimed a gun down towards you.

"M'gonna fucking kill ya!" Merle thundered, springing to his feet but Simon was quick to stop him. "Let go of me!" Merle thrashed in his arms, but it was no use.

"They're brothers, aren't they?" Negan observed, watching Merle before glancing back to Daryl already in the van. "Load that one up too and release her."

Simon began dragging Merle towards the van as the man removed his boot from your neck and took a step back, but kept the gun drawn on you.

You gaped, uncertain whether to breathe or scream as you watched Simon throw Merle into the van too.

"No! Let them go!" A voice you wished to never hear suddenly shouted.

Panic swept over your body. The concussion long forgotten as you jumped to your feet ignoring the man with the gun completely just as you spotted Ricky running out from behind the tree line.

He shouldn't be here.

Why the fuck was your son here?

No. He wasn't meant to be here. He couldn't be here. Not now.

He his handgun raised towards Dwight and Simon who were still by the back door of the van, but one of the other Saviours were quick to rush over and yank the weapon from your sons grasp before shoving him to the ground.

"No!" You screamed, rushing over and dropping to your knees beside him.

Ricky instantly wrapped his arms around your stomach burying his face against your chest. His body was trembling as you wrapped your own arms around him protectively just as Negan slowly walked over.

"Damn! Aren't you a cute little spider monkey hiding up in that tree this whole damn time."

Ricky suddenly let go of you and turned around to face Negan, shifting his own body in front of yours protectively.

"Oh, look at you. That wild Grimes hair, the blue eyes. You got another kid here, Rick? Or is this your kid, darling?" Negan asked in amusement trying to piece together your family tree.

"Nah, that's Daryl's kid. I've seen him before." Dwight spoke up.

Negan smirked, "so Daryl hooked up with Rick's daughter and had a kid? Well, shit, I did not see that coming."

Negan looked back over at your son with a sickening grin before he knelt down in front of him. Your hands tightened around Ricky still sitting protectively in front of you before you pulled him away from Negan. The man smirked, his eyes flashing down to your wedding ring on your finger before he met your gaze.

"Relax, mama bear. I'm not going to hurt him. I'm going to keep your husband though. And his brother." Negan declared, staring at you for a moment before he stood up and walked back over to Rick who hadn't moved from where he still was sitting on the ground. "They have guts. Not a little bitch like someone I know. I like them. They're mine now. But, you still want to try something? 'Not today, not tomorrow'? I will cut pieces off of... Hell's their names again?"

"Daryl and Merle." Simon answered.

"Wow. That actually sounds right." Negan chuckled. "I will cut pieces off of Daryl and Merle and put them on your doorstep. Or better yet, I will bring them to you and have you do it for me."

You looked back over at the van. Dwight had Daryl's own crossbow raised and aimed at him and Merle in the back of the van, but neither of them were looking at the weapon. They were both staring at you and Ricky until Simon slammed the van door shut.

"Ahh! Welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits! I'm gonna leave you a truck. Keep it. Use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me. We'll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then ta-ta." Negan announced, tossing Ricks axe over his shoulder.

All the Saviours began to pile into various vehicles before driving away leaving the remaining group sitting on the floor of the woods.

None of you moved or spoke for quite some time. Everyone was paralysed in shock at what had just happened.

"I snuck onto the RV... I wanted to help. Dean is still home, I made sure he was safe before I left." Ricky frantically explained, snapping your attention back to your son in front of you. "I snuck out when the Saviours weren't looking and hid up a tree like dad taught me."

You were speechless.

Dean was still back in Alexandria. That was good. That was... that was really good. But Ricky had seen everything that happened here. He saw it all.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Rickys eyes filled with tears as he looked over at Glenn and Abraham's dead bodies.

"Don't look. Come here." You pulled Ricky back into a hug and he wrapped his arms around you tightly while he cried. "It's okay, baby. I got you. I got you."

Then in the weakest, saddest, most innocent voice you'd ever heard; "they're dead, mum. And dad and Uncle Merle are gone."

"I know." You whispered, looking over your son's shoulder and your eyes locked with your fathers own glazed over eyes who looked as broken and as helpless as you felt.

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Chapter Eleven

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Bela, Dick Roman and Kobe Bryant mentioned (look, he wasn't supposed to be here but I did my research and well, he had to be), Anael, faceless paps

Word Count: 1683 with pictures

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, tour planning, brunch and shopping with Bela, unbeta'd

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“Okay, well the official schedule from the touring company arrived, so I have maybe a week to set up the promo interviews before they announce it publicly,” you said over the phone.

“Yeah, with Crowley it’s probably gonna be sooner. Annie’s gotta find someone to step in for the whole year with this so she’s already interviewing. Let me know if you need anything, because I’m just sitting on my hands until we’re actually rolling out,” Bobby replied solemnly.

The give me something to do, please, was implied.

“Check with Benny and his boys, I know the label is supplying some guys too, but I trust you to secure the crew and security schedules,” you said as you made another note on your ever increasing list of to do’s.

Two months may have seemed like a long time, but it was the shortest turn around you’d had for a tour since taking over as publicist for Phantom Traveler and you’d be damned if you fucked it up.

“With the holidays coming up, we’ll be in a pinch to get everything nailed down. But all the commotion with Bela and everything, people will be chomping at the bit to get actual news,” you added, staring unfocused at your computer monitor.

“And he’s got that interview coming up you said, just Dean for that one?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I really hope Meg doesn’t eat him alive. But it’s his chance to give his side of things and for people to see where his head is at now.”

“The sassy little brunette, right?”

“The very one.”

“Is it going to be a tit-for-tat thing? Is Cas gonna be next for a tell-all?”

“Bobby, I don’t think Cas would do an interview and talk bad about Dean even if they paid him. He’s moved on.”

“If you say so, Dean didn’t exactly play nice.”

“He must have had hundreds of offers for the dirt since leaving the band. And everything I hear about him now is just about the kid he’s working with and how they’re creating something unique.”

“I just know how that reporter liked him— the last time.”

“I’m sure she’s going in with the bias against Dean here. Time will tell if she can be swayed,” you admitted. “Plus, Dean won't be alone. We made sure there'll be a few of us there to make it easier.”

“To keep him from making a damned fool of himself you mean.”

“Basically.”

Bobby sat on the other end of the line with his gruff silence before continuing, “you going home for Christmas?”

“Yeah, got the usual stuff with my folks for Christmas Eve then I’m helping Ellen on Christmas day. I’m flying so I won’t be gone more than a few days. Probably end up spending half of it at airports with my luck.”

“Okay, just checkin’.”

“You guys have any plans?”

“Just service on the night before and maybe something with Annie’s cousins. Might just be a train of open houses.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d enjoy myself.”

You laughed and wrapped it up with a promise to touch base before you left town. The next two days were a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. You put off confirming brunch with Bela for Sunday, but relented from guilt, as she now had regular visits from paparazzi outside her townhouse due to her and Dean’s night club-hopping. You finished up your Saturday errands and plopped yourself onto your stationary bike in a last ditch effort to fend off your restlessness until it was a reasonable enough time to crash.

God, your life was so exciting.

Bela poured you another glass from the endless pitcher of mimosas. “Anyway, I guess Dean got us tickets to the Lakers’ game tomorrow night, like I actually care about baseball.”

“Basketball,” you corrected, taking a sip.

“Exactly,” Bela smirked.

“How good are the tickets? He doesn’t really follow it either,” you continued, worried they’d be in an embarrassing section.

“I think he said something about getting the label’s box for the game?” She tried to play innocent.

You almost spit out your drink. “The entire box?”

“It’s not floor seats’ exposure, but it will be worth it at least. I think he said he called in a favor with Dick?”

“Dick Roman is giving Dean access to his exclusive luxury box at the Staples Center?” You were floored, you opened your phone and googled who they were playing. “Holy fuck, they’re retiring Kobe’s number tomorrow. It’s going to be insane. There’s no way that box isn’t gonna be packed, but at least you can bump elbows with the uppity ups.”

“Kobe Bryant, yeah? He was quite prolific,” Bela seemed pleased. 

“Uh, yeah, played his whole career here,” you added, but put your phone away. Unwilling to text Dean a ‘wtf’ text while you still had another hour of drinks and foodstuffs to get through. ���What are you going to wear?”

Bela slid her most compelling face on. “I was hoping we could find something together. It’s been ages since we drunk shopped. Plus, it’s the holidays so I will need to be a bit tipsy if I want to deal with the crowds.”

You had literally nothing left to buy for Christmas, but drunk shopping was a time-honored tradition between the two of you. Plus, it was fun watching Bela work her magic and pull a stunning outfit together out of seemingly discordant pieces.

“Three stores and I’m getting my own ride home, missy,” you warned with a firm pointer finger.

“Of course!” Bela chuckled and tucked into her eggs, eyes flitting back to you with conspiratorial delight.

You finished off your mimosa and finally saw to your french toast.

Bela’s driver took you to all of her favorite haunts and naturally she weaseled her way in to see the best stylists, at least those who were actually on hand on the Sunday afternoon before Christmas. At Sister Jo’s boutique, the owner herself greeted Bela with a double cheek kiss and hug. 

“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me, you need an outfit asap because your little rocker boy toy needs arm candy,” the woman, who was actually named Anael, teased.

“You know me too well,” Bela replied. “This is my dear friend, Y/N, and we’re a bit on the tilt from brunch, but I simply had to come see you. I need something casual and sexy. It’s for a basketball game.”

You waved as she nodded in your direction, not wanting to break the momentum.

Anael frowned and looked Bela over, with much consideration. Then she hummed before asking, “how do you feel about hats?”

Nearly two hours and a top off on champagne later (to keep your buzzes going), you and Bela walked out of the shop with a bag each and a receipt ensuring Bela would be back in the morning for the alterations on the remaining garments.  

“Well, I’d say that was a successful outing,” Bela said with pride, the pink in her cheeks the only hint of her lingering inebriation.

“I’d say,” you agreed, opening the back door of her pre-ordered ride. “I still can’t believe they had something that would work for me for New Year’s.”

Bela waited on the curb until she could slide in the other side, but continued your trail of thought. “Anael is good people, if she likes something, she carries it. Doesn’t matter the size or price, she is all about how an outfit makes you feel,” Bela explained.

“Well, it worked, because I just spent more on myself than I have the entire year because of how good it felt on, so I get it,” you said, patting the bag at your feet.

Bela confirmed your address with the driver and then hers, thanking them for going out of their way in a way that she wasn’t actually apologizing for being a burden.

“You got eyes on you lady,” the driver warned, pointing towards the corner where a camera lens was trained on the car.

“Ignore them, they’ll find someone else before they follow us very far,” Bela promised and you could see her almost glaring at the rearview mirror for the driver to get the lead out.

You sat on the couch in your robe and sleep pants, hair still wet and wrapped on top of your head. You had crashed for a late afternoon nap after shopping and had rebounded with a blissfully long shower and skincare treatment. Now you watched mind numbing television and plotted out your schedule for the coming week. Even though it was cut short with holiday travels, it was full-to-bursting with things to get done.

You sighed and dragged out your suitcase from under your bed, dropped it on the couch and unzipped it to start packing. At least you could watch something while you organized. 

Just after ten your phone buzzed with a text message. You ignored it for a minute until you could find the remote beneath your pile of socks and paused your Lord of the Rings rewatch.

You stared at the conversation with the movie still paused, dumbfounded. One, that Dean sent you a goodnight text of all things and secondly that he was going to willingly give Bela his phone to post on social media about them. Because it’s not official until they’re both posting each other, or so they say. This was going to be big for the fan girls. You already knew Becky would be emailing you the second she saw it. But as far as fanclub presidents went, she wasn’t the worst. Then again, she would be more than a little bitter if Sam and Madison were the ones flaunting their relationship.

You put a reminder in your calendar to cover an extra sweep of SM while you were waiting out Dean’s interview Tuesday morning and then you tossed your phone back amongst your clothes. You were done for the night and so you shoved your half-packed suitcase on the floor and restarted the movie.

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Chapter Twelve: Hook

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Postal 1 Dude Boyfriend Headcanons

• Homie has been living alone with his borderline psychopathic thoughts since he was about 19, absolutely 0 social skills. But he kinda likes it like that, although it’s not good for him, but when has anyone ever liked what’s good for them???

• It was a miracle that you ever saw him to begin with. This man hasn’t left his run down home in 3 weeks and you just so happened to catch him at the grocery store buying ‘supplies’ as he calls it. You had helped him find a certain canned item (he doesn’t eat a lot so he needs something that will last for a while) and also helped him at the check out.

• Romantic love is a very foreign concept to him. As someone who doesn’t feel a lot of emotions other than fear and confusion, anything that makes him happy is something he so desperately wants to keep around. So meeting you was like a breath of relief

• It’s very hard for him to understand what he’s feeling, the constant mood swings don’t help either. One minute he’s spiraling downward, but when he thinks of you, he’s suddenly overwhelmed with this warm comforting feeling. For a while he’s convinced you must’ve put a spell on him, before you finally visit his house

• Champ, his baby boy, immediately takes a liking to you, his strong tail hitting against and knocking things over around him as he approaches you to give you sloppy kisses. Since Champ is sort of like a emotional support dog, Dude trust his judgement which ultimately leads him to be more comfortable around you

• It takes a longgggg time before Dude even thinks about getting into a relationship with you. He’s never felt this way about someone and it terrifies him. Being anti social and all makes him very skittish, so you’ll have to ease him into such a intimate relationship

• As the relationship progresses, you really start to see why no one ever talks to him. He’s weird. Like, he has a concerningly large dead animal collect, even feeding them to Champ if his food gets too low and Dude is too paranoid to leave the house. Dude also has a large weapons collection with some military grade stuff. Not to mention his expansive knowledge of the human body after death and the various ways to skin various animals (and humans, but he hasn’t told you that yet)

• Since this whole relationship thing is new to Dude, he has no idea what to do or how to do it. He never plans dates, doesn’t give you any big gifts, and hardly ever says “I love you”. Although he does love to have you around and hold you when he’s comfortable enough with it.

• The amount of illness this guy has baffles you. It’s like he’s nothing but a sick mind and weak mindset. Good luck trying to give him any sort of medication, he will run away and lock himself in the bathroom with Champ. Fully believes that any sort of pill will make ‘corrupt’ him, especially if it’s from a pharmacy.

• Having to deal with this guy during any sort of episode is EXHAUSTING. Yes you love him, but everyone has their limits. His schizophrenic episodes are the worst of them. They usually force him into a paranoid and clouded state, his mood becoming fragile and his actions more aggressive. Usually during these episodes he believes that there are people out to hurt him, to kill him, so he has to kill them first. It’s a doozy and a half trying to stabilize Dude, desperately trying to tell him he’s safe in a his home and getting Champ to sit with him.

• It’s very hard to get Dude outside of his house. His paranoia always gets the best of him and drives him right back inside the familiarity of his run down walls. Wanna go for a walk around the city to bond with him more? Good luck with that. Wanna go grocery shopping with him because he’s been living off the same can of peas for 3 days now? He’d rather starve. Wanna go shopping for his wardrobe? He has enough clothes. Although you could probably lure him out with the promise of bone hunting with him in the local forest area.

• There aren’t many dates with Dude. The entire relationship is mainly just you two relaxing on his couch watching tv. Of course y’all still do ‘fun’ things like playing board games and helping him clean up around his house, but it’s mostly just sitting in peace with him. It may not seem like a lot to you, but to him it’s the most calm and relaxed he’s been in years

• Dude doesn’t give many gifts, but he likes to give you little wooden figures he’s made. Living alone for years and having nothing but free time really gives you the ability to learn a new skill. He took up widdling and wood carving as a hobby to make hard chew toys for Champ since those rubber bones never lasted and the real bones were too expensive. Dude will give you little shiny rocks he found around the house too. He’s kinda like a crow, shiny attractive

• Trying to cuddle or hug Dude is a task. Due to his childhood, he thinks anytime someone is going to touch him it’s gonna hurt. You’re gonna have to ask him, and then slowly reach out for him. Any sudden movements will make him nervous

• Despite all these bad traits, he’s rather clingy and possessive of you. Sure he doesn’t want you to touch him a lot, but he still wants you around. Just having you in his house is like having his own personal angel. Anytime you want to leave he gets incredibly sad and starts to make up excuses of why you can’t leave. “The evil ones, they’ll hurt you if you step foot out there! Stay here with me, where it’s safe.“

ok that’s all I can think of I sleep now

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[midwestmade29]

Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? ☃️

Christmas writing prompt: #2 Playing in the snow together Word count: 739 Divider by: @firefly-graphics GIF by: @junglehooks Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas and New Year writing prompts!

It’s my first Kenny Omega story guys! I’m so excited about it 🥳 I came up with this story idea not really having anyone in mind to write it about, but the more I thought about it…Kenny just made sense 🥰

All fluff for Kenneth Jerome 🙂

I adore him ❤️

You and Kenny Omega have fun playing in the snow together…

Kenny was used to the cold, having grown up in Winnipeg. No matter how low the temperature got, this man still thrived! The snow had really come down over night, fresh white powder coating every surface as far as the eye could see. Neither of you had anywhere to be today since your schedules allowed you to be home for the holiday! Kenny stood and looked out the window, an idea suddenly striking him. “Hey, Y/N! When was the last time you played in the snow?” He asked inquisitively. “What do you mean? Like, build a snowman or something?” “Yeah, exactly! Actually gone outside and enjoyed it. Snowball fight, sledding, snow angels, you name it! Let’s take advantage of the weather and have some fun!” His excitement was contagious, there was no way you could say no to him. “I haven’t done any of that since I was a kid. Let’s do it!”

Once the two of you were bundled up from your head to your toes, off you went! You stepped outside, the cool air kissing the bare parts of your face, making your eyes water a little bit. Kenny was a few steps ahead of you, eager to get this snow party started. “What do you want to do first, Y/N?” He asked as he sat down all the supplies he had collected from the house. Your heart melted at his eagerness, smiling at the pure joy on his face. “Um, why don’t we build a snowman first?” You suggested. Without missing a beat, Kenny grabbed everything you needed from the carrot nose to the black hat, and the pipe he took from a snowman decoration inside. You worked on rolling and packing the middle section of the snowman while Kenny worked on the base. The proportions were off between your two pieces, causing you to laugh at the very full bottom mixed with a skinny midsection. “I can’t wait to see how the rest of it turns out!”

“Would you do the honors?” Kenny asked as he handed you the final piece to the snowman. You smiled as you placed the black hat on top, completing your masterpiece. “So, what’s next?” you asked after kissing Kenny on the cheek. He advised you to stay where you are, chuckling to himself as he walked away. You thought he was just moseying through the stuff he had brought outside, but you were sadly mistaken when you felt the ice-cold snowball burst on your chest. “Hey!” you shouted in Kenny’s direction. “You’re going down, Omega!” Both of you landed several direct hits on one another with snowballs, even when you hid behind various objects around or used them as shields. The great snowball war eventually came to an end, and you and Kenny sat next to each other catching your breath. “Truce?” he asked while reaching his hand out for to you to shake. “Truce.” You happily agreed.

Sledding was next on the agenda, and thankfully no trip to the ER was necessary. During one trip down the hill, you ended up going a little faster than you anticipated, letting out a shriek in the process as you toppled off the sled towards the bottom. Kenny rushed over to you full of worry and was confused when he heard you laughing. “Are you okay?!” he asked as he knelt in the snow. “Never better!” you squeaked out through your laughter. Once Kenny finally exhaled, you grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him down to the ground, forcing him to join you on top of the wet snow. You started moving your arms and legs like you were doing jumping jacks while laying down, and Kenny followed your lead making the same motions. Neither of you got up to see how your snow angels turned out, only laid there next to each other before Kenny scooted closer and kissed you softly. “So, my little snow bunny, are you ready to go back inside?” he asked as he helped you to your feet. “Only if you promise to sit with me on the couch under a blanket.” Kenny kissed the tip of your nose and wrapped his arm around you as you made your way inside. When you snuck a quick glance up at him, he greeted you with a loving smile and you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to call this sweet kindred spirit yours.

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

10 & 11 with Paul please?

10. So apparently we have a vampire in the attic?

11. "I am not going to rob a hospital so you can drink blood."

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With a sigh, I closed the trunk, carrying the final box inside the house my best friend and I just bought. It had been an absolute steal - an old wooden house that was well taken care of for only a hundred thousand dollars. Amy and I had found it rather suspicious that a house this big would go for such little money, but miss Emerson had assured us that she wanted to sell it to some folks who would love the house as much as she once did.

So, knowing we had to move to be able to work around Santa Carla - Amy in the hospital and me at a dispatch centre - we decided to just take the deal. It was good. The place was awesome. We had enough space to live together, but we could also definitely have our own spaces.

"Was that it?" Amy asked as she stood in the kitchen, unpacking some of the supplies we'd brought along. I chuckled as I saw an "old fart" sign inside the fridge as she opened it.

"Yeah. I'm putting it upstairs, we can decide on rooms later. Is it okay if we do take out tonight?"

Amy nodded, handing me a leaflet - but as she realised I couldn't exactly take it from her, she put it on top of the box I was holding. As I walked upstairs, I couldn't help but feel that this was exactly right. No more big city drama, no more crazy things happening at the job. Just an easy live, in a calm and quiet town.

After calling the local pizza parlour for our order, Amy and I spent the rest of the night unpacking. We had decided on rooms, her taking the bigger one since her shifts were irregular, and she would need to wake up earlier - or come back later. That way, she could do so without worrying about the noise. Besides, the room I'd picked was nice as well. It had a walk-in closet of sorts and a big spacious window looking out on the grassland outside.

The next two days we spent like that, unpacking, decorating, organising - and in those two days the house began to feel like a home. I smiled as Amy left to go to work, enjoying the fact I'd have the house to myself that evening. Yesterday, we found the attic, and I had been planning on getting all our Christmas decorations and other stuff up there.

There weren't many boxes that had to go up there, but it took me a while to get them there. When I got up the attic with the last box, I tripped over some loose planks, stumbled forward and was about to drop the box when-

"Here, let me take that from you."

I screamed as a guy took the box from my hands, pushing me back into balance.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"I live here."

"Who are you?!" I had grabbed an old, plastic Christmas topper and held it in my hand as if it were a knife. It was a pathetic weapon, but it was all I had at the moment. The guy was blocking the exit.

"I'm Paul."

"Okay, Paul," I said his name, not sure if it truly belonged to him, "I need you to get out of my attic."

"Eh- yeah, I can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Did Lucy give you the house papers?"

"Miss Emerson? Yeah, she did. Why?"

"You got the house. Not the attic."

"Then why weren't you downstairs in the past three days, hm? What, you're just creeping up here watching us sleep or something?"

He laughed - he actually laughed at what I had just said. "Why would I do that? Sleeping humans are lame, you know that!"

"Humans?"

"Yeah, it's what you are, right?"

"And you're not?" I asked him, even though I absolutely wondered how ridiculous this conversation would get. Surely he was just as much human as I was?

"No."

Shit.

"Then what are you?"

"Vampire."

Double shit. I looked at him, at the Christmas topper in my hand, and I shook my head.

"Listen, I don't know what you're on, but I'd advise you to get clean, alright? I'll look through the papers, and if what you're saying is right, the attick is yours. You're not invited into the rest of the house."

I didn't know if vampires worked that way, but if he truly was a vampire, not inviting him seemed like a good idea, right?

"There's no reason to be scared." He said as he saw me walk towards the wooden steps. He had moved aside, standing in a beam of light coming from outside.

"We just bought a house with a strange guy living in the attic. Excuse me if I am not totally relaxed right now."

"You know my name, and what I am. I mean, if you want me to not be a strange guy you could get to know me."

"No."

I was halfway down the steps.

"I don't even know your name!" He called after me, but I ignored him, looking for the papers he'd mentioned. I found them in the kitchen drawer, and sear he'd through them to find anything about the attic.

The attic belongs to Mr. Paul, who has chosen not to use a last name. He is allowed to live in the attic as long as he meets the following conditions:

1. He promises not to harm any of the living staying in this house.

2. He won't bring any of his victims in or near the house.

3. Nor will he clean up evidence of his feedings inside the house.

4. If present or future residents ask him to leave the attic, he can only do so if they have provided him with another sun-free location.

Mr. Paul has proven himself to be a vampire but has agreed to the terms and conditions in this contract in order to heal from his injuries sustained in an accident back in 1987.

I sighed as I dropped the papers. These were legal. Fucking legal papers talking about a vampire? Living in our - I picked up the phone and dialed Amy.

"What's up?"

"So apparently we have a vampire in the attic?"

"What?!"

"Yes. Exactly."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah? I mean, he didn't hurt me or anything but-"

"Is he for real? Like - vampires?"

"I don't know? The papers say so."

"What papers?" Amy asked.

"The contract, you know, the ones we signed to buy this place."

"Shit, I knew we should gave read through them."

"Yeah," I sighed. "But we can't evict him, and by law he's bound by rules like not to kill us or to bring kills home or evidence of kills..."

"But if what he's saying is true, we're living with a vampire?"

"Yeah."

"Alright," Amy sounded a little light-headed, "I think I'm going to hang up and faint for a bit, alright?"

"Amy? Amy?!" But I got no response. I hung up the phone, and decided to go back upstairs. If he really was a vampire, I needed proof. Also, if he really was a vampire living with two humans, I needed to know more about him.

"So, I found the papers."

"Good!" Paul sat on the ground, a joint in his hand. "So, whats up?"

"I need proof."

"What more do you need? Those papers are-"

"Not about you owning the attic, but about the whole vampire thing." I looked at him. "It sounds far fetched."

He grinned, and within seconds his kind - what? - face had turned demonic. His face had sharpened, his eyes turned an orange so bright it seemed to glow, his teeth razor sharp.

"Shit."

"You've got nothing to worry about!" He grinned as he morphed back. "I have made a vow to not hurt any living being in this house."

"But if you're hungry and we are outside?"

"Depends on the kind of roommates you are."

I paled, realising that if he was serious, this could also be a very serious problem.

"So, ehm, if we were to stay here, you know - and live with you - is there anything we need to be aware of?"

"I've got all I need up here, basically. But, if you want to be kind, I could do with some bloodbags."

"And how would I get those?" I mean, of course I knew how to get them, but no way would I ever do that.

"Just rob the hospital."

"I am not going to rob a hospital so you can drink blood."

"You could ask your friend, she works there, right?"

"I'm not asking Amy to steal blood for you!"

With a pout, he looked at me. "Then you leave me no choice but to eat you."

"I know where you sleep. I will fucking stake you if you even think about it."

"I was kidding!" He said quickly - too quickly if you asked me. Suddenly it clicked.

"Wait, you - someone staked you?"

He shook his head. "No, my best friend. He died before my eyes."

"Sorry."

He sighed. "We wanted revenge, you know. Eye for an eye, and that kind of thing. Dwayne got electrocuted. He burned up the minute that arrow hit him. David survived initially, not being staked through the heart, but when the Emersons found out, they laid him out in the sun to burn."

"How did you survive?" I asked quietly.

"I didn't. A dog pushed me into a tub with holy water, and I practically exploded. There were pieces of me everywhere. Lucy was the one to clean everything up, and as she had a bucket filled with pieces of me, she accidentally cut herself. Her blood started to heal me. Little by little, she fed me some blood, and after almost a year, I was back to my old self. She kept me here so the sun wouldn't get to me, and her sons wouldn't find out."

"You're welcome to stay here," I said softly. "And if you promise not to bite either me or Amy, you're also welcome to hang out downstairs if you want."

He has a soft smile on his face.

"We won't do any blood deliveries, but I am willing to cook for three."

"Deal."

I smiled, taking his outstretched hand. "Well then, nice to meet you, Paul."

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