#i love you baby bug 💙

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I'm sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel." -Warsan Shire

Great, so we got rid of David-being-the-Prince-of-Darkness problem! Now we have the we-don't-know-who-is one!

Shadowhunters are so stupid holy fuck

Oh, mirror mirror in the sky!!! It makes sense now!!! I support Lexi's idea 100%. But I do feel this is going to leave some issues left...

The irony of finding a way to kill something that can't be killed 🥰

Something poetic about the fact that they are going to use the resources of the Devlins for themselves.... But also there's an itch I can't figure about it...

Jace and Simon are idiots 😂😂 but also, mood

I would like to personally thank you for the throne sex references kshskdjd

They had won. But it didn’t feel like it. For some reason, it felt like the worst was yet to come. yeah this feels odd

He can call Manus just by tapping the floor oh my god kshdkdk

David stop stealing demons and making them pets!!!

I agree killing Mallory would solve everything, but I am proud of my rosewood tho🥺

“Our memories are part of our identities too,” David whispered. “Who are we if not for the memories of who we have been and memories of who we wished to be?” David is a better person than me bc I would take the memories of that bitch right away, but he is also right

I agree with Rafael bc Anjali in that throne would be HOT AF🥵

Yes to Malec solving inmortality nerves in a hell dimension💙

Who tf does Hunter think he is to demand a different trial?? Its so ridiculous is kinda funny lmao

Yeah I don't love that decision either but there's nothing left to do so...

My queen is too good for you❤️

A clean fight. Nice😎 also “Even if we’re family,” Alec said. “You mistake me for someone who gives a shit.” ???? Damn, this man is gorgeous!!!

No Max, she is a crazy bitch, I promise

No one in my life has tried to kill me before, but I don't automatically assume they love me for it, Mallory!!

Yes he met Merlin!!! They are the cutest 🥺💙💙💙

My moral compass is whatever Gigi says😌

WHAT. THE. ABSOLUTE. FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED??????? HOLY FUCK SHIT. WHAT?? HOW??? WHEN?? WHY?? HOW?? ISTG I JUMPED AND I FELL OFF MY BED BC OF THE SHOCK OH MY GOD😭😭 I KNEW IT!!! OTHER MAX IS FUTURE MAX!! Also it makes sense Nico asked for him, maybe he knows warlock math and can figure this shit out?!?!!!

I... I don't know how I am alive after that last part. I have a lot of questions. And I almost cried. And then I went to tell everything to my mom even if I knew she didn't understand shit of what I was saying but I don't care because wtf?!?!!!

Questions (I know you probably can't answer them but I will ask them bc my mind is chaos):

What did Leviathan meant??? Everything that needed to be done?? What does Legacy mean?? Although yes, the competition is not even close, obviously David wins!!

“It’s not a romcom,” Max shook his head. “It’s a love story.” WHEN I TELL YOU MY HEART STOPPED-

Who cried for eleven days??? David?? What did Mallory do?? And how?? And what was horrible enough to make Max do this??

Also the parallels here😭 Louder said first from David to Max, them from Mallory to David and finally Max to Mallory in different context, and Max saying there is nothing that could make him like her but also this and- god I want to make an analysis of this but my phone is dying 😭😭

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

This was in equals parts satisfying, terrifying and just fucking confusing.... HOW ARE THERE JUST THREE CHAPTERS LEFT???

There is not amount of words or time that can express correctly the feelings I have rn. This was an absolute fave. I am confused. I loved it. I have questions. The quotes were on some other level. Wow. You never not surprise me!!

💙.💙.💙.

But also bold of you to asume I won't come back with more screaming

Aight aight aight. Let's look at these questions.

Oh wait.

The answer for all the questions is "you'll find out soon" lmao bye

#i love you baby bug 💙 #lbaf

[lovebugism]

Steddie get a little rough with you (because you beg for it) and then give you really good aftercare 💙💙

thanks for your request lovely! this focuses more on the aftercare rather than smut so i hope you like it!! — the one where you ask your boys to fuck you like they hate you but they can't help but love on you after (18+, smut, 1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

You’re sprawled out in the center of an unmade king-sized bed, lightheaded and sticky with cum — only some of it’s yours.

You’ve never felt this used before, this loved. You think it must be insane to feel so adored after being so barbarously fucked within an inch of your life, but you do anyway. 

You can still feel the shape of their hands in the bruises they left on your hips. You can still feel their wet mouths in the lovebites sprinkled across your burning skin. You can still feel their hard cocks drilling into you in the cum that seeps from your pulsating pussy. 

You can still feel the racing beats of their hearts from where their chests were so intently pressed against your own, pounding in time with yours. It was a piece of them you always knew you had, but one you can suddenly feel. Their hearts have crawled behind your ribcage and nestled on either side of your own.

That must be why your chest feels so strangely tight, you figure — why it’s equally as light and sparkling with golden sunshine.

“Did so good for us, baby,” Eddie coos to you even though he knows you can’t really hear him. 

He sits on the edge of the bed beside your body and rubs a wide palm up and down your inner thigh. Your skin is damp with sweat, slick, and cum. “Such a good girl…”

Steve returns from the bathroom with a wet washcloth balled in his fist. His lower half is covered in briefs that leave little to the imagination, though his lean torso is fuzzy and bare. 

His heavy, honey eyes go wide at the sight of you — still squirming softly on the sheets as though you were lying on a cloud.

He’s seen you in subspace before, but never this long.

His gaze flits to Eddie. The boy has pulled on a pair of plaid boxers and tied back his sweaty hair. Steve can feel his chest warm at the sight of both of you in his bed, so effortlessly looking the way you do. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he’d get hard all over again.

“She still out of it?”

“Yeah. She’s coming down, though… I think.”

They turn to look down at you simultaneously.

Your eyes have long fluttered shut. Your naked body twists in the aftershocks of your orgasm — all five of them.

One leg is straight out on the mattress and the other is bent, leaning into Eddie as he curls his hand around the inside of it. You’ve got one hand underneath the pillow and the other lazing absentmindedly on the pudge of your stomach.

You have no idea how beautiful you look, all bare and glowing and blissed out.

Still a bit dizzy and not all there, you can vaguely hear a conversation going on around you. The voices are muffled, as though you were hearing them from underwater. They come from every which direction, as far away as outer space. 

You couldn’t understand them if you tried.

When Steve settles onto the mattress on your other side, it dips beneath his weight. It feels like he’s softly jostled the cloud you’re lying on. One hand props himself up and the other settles over yours on your stomach. His long fingers engulf your smaller fingers. He gives you a gentle squeeze you hardly feel.

“You okay, babe?”

Not yet equipped to answer him verbally, you only hum in response. It sounds like a soft moan. You sigh through your nose and arch your back for a moment.

Steve’s plush lips quirk in a crooked smile. 

He’s always distantly feeling a sense of inadequacy even though he’s been with you for so long.  He’s scared of being bullshit. Bullshit at being your boyfriend, at being Eddie’s boyfriend, and especially in the bedroom. He often needs verbal approval that he’s made you feel good. 

It’s not so necessary anymore, though, and the thought makes his chest swell with pride.

“Can you give me a color, baby?”

You’re the one smiling now. It feels like you’re beaming, though in reality, it’s only vaguely hinting at your mouth.

He’d been so rough with you earlier — both him and Eddie. You told them to fuck you like they hated you and they did just that, leaving you in a useless puddle on an unmade bed. And even though you never once questioned that they actually hated you, it was nice to be verbally reassured that they still cared for you.

“M’okay…” you slur with a smile, eyes still closed. “M’green. M’so green. Bright green.”

“Broccoli green?” Eddie teases. 

Even though you can’t see him, you can picture his wild hair and glimmering eyes and pink lips spread in a wide grin. 

His hand squeezes your knee and you hum, nodding softly against the pillow.

“Like a pepper… Or a lime…”

“You heard her, Harrington. Our girl’s hungry. Go get in that kitchen.”

You hear the familiar sound of Eddie’s boyish laughter and Steve’s amused snort.

“I’m gonna clean you up first,” the latter boy tells you. “Is that okay?”

You nod.

Even though you’re distantly prepared for it, you still jerk when the rough rag meets your sensitive cunt. The warmth of it has gone cold with time.

“I know… I’m sorry, baby…” Steve murmurs sympathetically to you, using the gentlest touch he can muster as he wipes around your thighs and the outsides of your still quivering pussy.

Eddie lays down beside you. One hand props his head up and the other settles further down your thigh. “What do you want, huh, babe? Say the word, and Stevie’ll make it for you.”

The boy in question scoffs in return — not because he wouldn’t, but because he’s being volunteered for something he’s obviously not as good at. 

Eddie was the cook between the three of you — a borderline chef at that. Steve often joked that was what made him fall in love after he swore he’d never catch feelings.

“Mm… A shower…” you answer finally.

Steve huffs out a laugh and tosses the balled-up rag on the other side of the bed. It dampens the cotton sheets, but you did that first, so he figures it really doesn’t matter.

“Uh, news flash, babe — you can’t eat a shower,” Eddie jokes with a teasing inflection.

Steve’s hand smooths over your jaw. You lean into his touch like a cat.

“I’ll start the water for you, okay? Then you can rest, and Eddie’ll fix whatever you want.”

You vaguely hear a slapping sound coming from over you. A smile tugs at your lips, knowing the honey-brunette boy was getting shoved for volunteering the other — even though Eddie had done it before.

You can slowly fill yourself descending from the clouds, still floating a little as you come back down from your high. Your bones are heavy with exhaustion — an utterly pleasant, faraway feeling you know is bound to ache come sunrise.

But you feel good now, pampered as Steve and Eddie continue to caress you while they argue back and forth. 

After so thoroughly fucking you and taking you apart, they effortlessly put you back together again.

It didn’t matter how rough and cruel they pretended to be with you and your body. They hold all their love for you in their hands, and you feel it every time they touch you. 

It’s like being basked in sunlight.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #st drabbles #steddie x reader #bug's summer fic fest!

[girlboypersonthingy]

can I request a list of like green flags and red flags for each of the characters in voltron? btw I love your writing:)

Hello friendo, thank you sm! Thanks for the request, I adore this idea. Also…Sorry y’all, I was posting like every other day for two weeks and then I hopped off for like two months. Oof life is really life-ing rn. I honestly chose to write this prompt before a lot of other requests bc it seems like an easy and short thing to bust out quickly. I swear, I will get to the rest eventually 🩵 keep sending in requests if you’d like! And as always… ENJOY~

KEITH ❤️

Red Flags 🚩

TERRIBLE AT COMMUNICATING. We all know Keith is stubborn and easily overwhelmed with a short temper. He doesn’t really know how to talk to people without getting angry. He feels that bc he has a hard time explaining exactly what he means, people never understand him and that makes him mad.

Bro isn’t scared of anything…and that low key scares everyone else. Like…who isn’t afraid of anything? The whole team has tried sooooo hard to figure out what will get Keith to jump out of his skin and scream like a child but to no avail… Boy just doesn’t flinch, doesn’t care, couldn’t care less about bugs and rodents and clowns and heights or anything like that.

Wears his gloves in the shower sometimes. Like wtf ???

Green Flags ✅

Also bc he is not afraid of anything, boy will protect his friends/family/partner SO HARD. He will verbally AND physically tear someone apart just for looking at you the wrong way. Very protective and caring but in a good way ya know?

Actually very selfless and not self-centered in the slightest. Keith is very giving and helpful, despite his tough exterior, he’s very caring, observant and considerate. He’ll give the shirt off his back to someone in need. He’s always down to help others. Ugh Sweet heart ❤️‍🔥

Has a sick ass space wolf that will also protect you like COSMO IS A MAJOR PLUS OKAY BIG GREEN FLAG DOGGO

LANCE 💙

Red Flags 🚩

Obvi his biggest red flag is how flirty he is. Boy will flirt with anything that breaths and that can get really annoying sometimes and affect the rest of the team.

Jealous AS FUCK. Like the petty jealous type. Lance is the kind of guy to pretend he has a partner back home just bc some alien girl he was flirting with said she had a partner already. He’s like “OH YEAH? Wow cool me too, same same, yeah….” But homie’s ego is a bit sore now…

Lies a lot. Lance just panics sometimes and tells a lie. He knows it’s wrong and he always feels guilty after lying to someone but it always just slips out. His mouth moves faster than his brain most the time.

Green Flags ✅

THE BEST HUGGER/CUDDLER OMFGGGGGG. Lance is the best hugger and cuddle buddy ever, period, end of story, try to change my mind. His long arms always stretch fully around the recipient’s torso and he squeezes tight enough to make you feel warm but not smothered. Usually will rest his chin on the other person’s head if they’re short enough (so Pidge obvi).

Very aware of other’s moods/body language/tone of voice. Everyone thinks Lance is “the dumb one” but he’s actually very in tune with what’s going on in the moment, what’s going on around him. I think he can tell how others feel the second he sees them. Good intuition kinda thing. An empath for sure.

Very considerate and often remembers the little things about people. Does he remember what he learned in class just a couple days ago? Pffft heck no! Does he remember everyone’s birthday, every year and get them a very thoughtful gift? HELL YEAHH I LOVE THIS SWEET BOY OMFG 🩵

SHIRO 🖤

Red Flags 🚩

Honestly…idfk Shiro is so perf. Perfect baby boy all the way

Maybe he could seem too nice at first…? Like when someone is nice but ur like “are you for real? Or are you fake and evil and you’re hiding something?” I think Shiro could be perceived as being fake nice at first.

Omg I feel like Shiro is one of those “ oh no, that looks delicious but I can’t. I’m watching my carbs.” YOU KNOW SHIRO IS A GYM DUDE WHO COUNTS HIS CALORIES PLZ

Green Flags ✅

ALSO AN A+ HUGGER. Imagine those big ass arms holding you so softly and so close to his big, warm body. Omg so comforting, so relaxing. Often gives a gently squeeze just before letting go and pulling away. Ugh 😩❤️‍🔥

Literally the most trustworthy man in the universe. Will defend his friends, loved ones, and planet until the end of time. Shiro would die before revealing any secrets you’ve asked him to keep. The best person to vent to bc he’ll never tell another soul about it. He’s like a personal diary

Shiro is sooooo patient. Definitely the most patient one on the team. He really does take his own advice…ya know, patience yields focus 😌 very sweet, calm man. We love Shiro

PIDGE 💚

Red Flags 🚩

GIRL WILL WORK HERSELF TO DEATH PLZ GO CHECK UP ON HER, BRING HER FOOD AND WATER, GENTLY FORCE HER INTO BED SHE NEEDS SLEEP.

Lowkey kinda moody and can get snappy very easily. Pidge is a sweet heart and very smart and a good team player but she’s also stubborn and will yell to get her point across or make herself heard (she’s an Aries…what’d you expect?)

Sometimes very conceited and braggy about how smart she is. Like yeah Pidge, we know you’re a genius and you could code in your sleep. WE GET IT. UR SMART. GEEZ 😒

Green Flags ✅

Pidge is so baby. Yeah, she can get snappy and braggy sometimes but…SHES SO BABY PLZ FORGIVE HER. She’s just young and stressed okay? Give her a break. She’ll apologize eventually with puppy dog eyes and a soft voice and while she looks adorable, she is being sincere and really wants to resolve this.

Very loyal and determined. I mean look how hard she searched and fought for her dad and brother. She won’t stop for anything or anyone once she has her mind set. Pidge Will never leave you behind and will always turn back to help someone in need.

Androgynous royalty. Pidge is soooo chill about her gender and identity. We love a confident babe 🏳️‍🌈💚

HUNK 💛

Red Flags 🚩

Boy is too scared sometimes. I think Hunk has really bad anxiety and it’s not the anxiety that is the red flag, it’s how he copes with it…which he doesn’t. Hunk let’s his anxiety get the best if him sometimes…but he’s trying.

Honestly…does Hunk really have any other red flags??? Baby boy is so sweet idk 🤷🏻

Over eats to the point of getting sick sometimes…and never learns his lesson. (Me asf)

Green Flags ✅

THE SWEETEST MOST CONSIDERATE AND THOUGHTFUL MAN IN THE UNIVERSE OMFG WHAT A SWEET HEART 😩💛 honestly just a very good guy. We love Hunk.

Obvi his cooking skills!!! Can cook for any occasion, on any cooking surface, in any conditions. Can cook so many different dishes from so many rich cultures around the world! So talented. His food always hits.

THE ABSOLUTE BEST at cheering others up. Soooo funny and silly and kind and relatable. He tries so hard to brighten others’ days when they need it. Will stop what he’s doing just to go cheer up a friend or loved one and watch them smile again.

MATT 🧡

Red Flags 🚩

Interrupts A LOT. In any given conversation, he will interrupt and talk over someone else at least once every minute. Can get really annoying sometimes but in his defense, if he waits too long to speak up, he’ll just totally forget what he was gonna say.

Like Lance, I think Matt would be overly flirty and act like a Fuck boy sometimes. Like bro sit your nerd ass down, that person is SOOO out of your league plz chill.

Can not take anything seriously (unless it comes to his family or his or anyone else’s safety) but day to day, Matt makes so many dumb and inappropriate jokes at the worst times. Ugh 😒

Green Flags ✅

Very brotherly to everyone he considers a friend or family. Protective, constantly checking up on others, making sure they have eaten, asking if they need anything from him. He cares a lot. Bonus points bc he’s a very good brother to his actual sibling too. Aww Pidge and Matt are sibling goals. 🥹

HOT AS FUCK NO MATTER HIS HAIR STYLE/LENGTH. You can fight me on this. Matt is gorg and so is his hair at every single moment throughout the show.

Extremely accepting and open minded. Matt treats everyone he meets equally and never seems phased when he meets others so different from himself. He may ask some questions for the sake of his own curiosity, but would never pass judgment on another person.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron x you #vld #voltron fandom #keith voltron #keith x reader #lance voltron #lance x reader #pidge voltron #pidge x reader #shiro voltron #shiro x reader #hunk voltron #hunk x reader #matt voltron #matt holt x reader #keith vld #lance vld #shiro vld #pidge vld #hunk vld #matt vld #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge gunderson #takashi shirogane #hunk garrett #matt holt

[himbo-in-limbo]

[Glamrock Bonnie fluffy headcanons n stuff!] 💙🐰

Just some random stuff of him with his s/o idk I'm rambling

This guy is such a cuddle bug

He needs to be touching you in some way since physical touch is his love language!

If you pet him his foot will do a lil stomp out of excitement, it's uncommon but it has happened b4

Even when y'all are standing around he'll just have his arm over you or around you, he just likes to hold you 🥰

He gives you kisses at random times and it'll always catch you off guard

Bc he likes to make you flustered hehe

If you happen to have tattoos he just loves looking at them and admiring the artwork

He's a baby girl so he def wants to sit on your lap or just have his leg on you

If he's his robotic self that might not be possible 😭 tho he wishes he could be carried like a bride

He'll settle for just leaning into you if y'all hug so brace yourself

If you also happen to know how to play an instrument he would be so happy n he'll definitely want to have a jam session with you

If you somehow also play the guitar he's gonna have heart eyes watching you play

Tbh I feel like he'll have such a weakness for you if you can sing too

He just loves people who can sing like

Man wants to be serenaded

Aww then when y'all have a jam session he'll play a tune and y'all can duet

if physical touch ain't your tune all the time he can totally just chill on the side

He just wants to be close to you is all!

Make overs are also fun for him!

Tho he usually just dose the eye liner he's open to you doing whatever to him!

He'll rock anything tbh

If y'all cuddle to nap he's cool with being the little or big spoon!

Tho you'll wake up to find yourself flushed to his chest and his leg over you

If you cry he cry's

An endless endearing cycle of cry

I feel like all of the animatronics are programmed to calm crying kids down so...

I feel like he'd be good at making you feel better

His go to method is just to make you laugh

If that doesn't work n if you let him he'll just hug you from behind n hope it helps

His ears will flop on your head 🥺♥️ aww

Tell him he pretty n he's a happy bunny

He is a bit of a jock so he would definitely flex to impress you on occasion

Especially when he scores another strike in bowling 🙄

If you can somehow beat him in a bowling match he's gonna be so impressed

Like finally a worthy rival

He can go all out now!

You probably didn't beat him after that but it's amazing you were able to win one at all

He still thinks about that loss once in a while 💀

Even then he gives you hugs n kisses to make up for your losses

Honestly u can't stay mad at him he's just to cute

Since he's a bit of an athlete if your into it he would definitely work out with you! He'll be super encouraging and spot you if you plan to lift that day!

Don't even worry about pre workout he's already making the smoothies n everything

I do think he's an active guy so if you like to run he'll always be up for it

He's a bit competitive so don't race him 😭

N when y'all have had your fun for the day all he wants to do is just chill with you on the couch n watch something till the both of y'all knock out

With him laying on your chest 💕

#ugh i love that cute bunny #limbo writes #fnaf sb #glamrock bonnie #headcanon #fluffy headcanons #fnaf security breach #security breach

[dabisearpiercings]

I saw that you asked for some requests so so I have a suggestion!

Perhaps some soft, lovey Dabi headcanons?

Dabi being just a big ol baby when it comes to his lover?

Dabi just being adorable as always?

Thank you 💙

Yess soft Dabi, thank you so much for your request!! My inbox is open so please feel free to leave your guys suggestions in my inbox or just message me!!

Characters/Pairing: Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x GN Reader

Word Count: 633

Warnings: Swearing, little suggestive comment

♡ Ok so I think that it would take Dabi a LONG ass time to get to the point where he is openly affectionate with his partner

♡ But when he does it’s over for you, like there is no escape from his grasp 

♡ Dabi is the type to pretend like he isn't interested in cuddles but in reality he loves your hugs, so much so that he will even pout like a child if you don't cuddle him enough each day

♡ He runs on a schedule too, morning cuddles for at LEAST 30 minutes every morning (often making you late for work)

♡ If you work from home you better believe he's whining and complaining about how you should be in his arms instead of at your "stupid" desk

♡ Nighttime is when he reaches his peak cuddle bug form, clutching onto you like a koala from the moment you or him gets home and he down right refuses to let go

♡ Hell, he'll even follow you into the shower sometimes (not always in that kinda way but occasionally sometimes ;)) or he sits on the sink and chats with you while you shower

♡ Oh and when he's sick he's the absolute worst, basically making sure you don't leave his side by either laying on you with all his weight or fake crying to make you stay

♡ Dabi is also the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear when he thinks you're asleep (key word: thinks)

♡ Whispers of "You'll never know how much you truly mean to me babe.." and "I'd never tell you this while you're awake but one day I'm gonna marry you and we can run away from this dammed city!" will sound in your head while you fall asleep

♡ All around he's secretly a big baby and please just give in and love on him-

#dabi x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #dabi #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki #cuddles #hes such a baby

[lynn-writes-things]

JJK x “WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM?”

ft: Yuuji Itadori; Megumi Fushiguro; Nobara Kugisaki; Toge Inumaki; Maki Zenin; Yuuta Okkatsu; Satoru Gojo; Kento Nanami; Suguru Geto; Toji Fushiguro; Choso Kamo; Ryomen Sukuna

cw: just a buncha’ fluff, enjoy

Yuuji:

- confused!! so confused!!!!

- “uh, like, a literal worm?”

- he’d wiggle his finger in a wormly manner for emphasis

- when you tell him yes, a literal worm, you can actually see how hard his brain is working to make sense of this

- “I mean, sure, why not! 😁 ..WAIT BUT WHAT IF I CRUSH YOU ON ACCIDENT?? ☹️”

Megumi:

- “…a worm?”

- “a worm!!”

- “no”

- he’s not budging on this

- will insist that he loves you, but he only wants to love you as yourself

- not as a fucking worm

- he has a personal grudge against worms after coming second place to one all his life

- thanks toji

Nobara:

- “ew, no”

- she does NOT like bugs

- BUT she does like you

- so you totally can convince her to change her mind by saying that you’d still love her if she was a worm

- “I guess I could keep you in my purse or something.”

Inumaki:

- “salmon” with a very firm nod

- no hesitation

- he was ready, he knew this day would come

- the question everyone with a gf must be prepared to answer someday

- immediately sends/shows you this:

- like he had it cued up and ready to go

Maki:

- “no??”

- don’t worry she’ll cave

- if you pout when she tells you no, then she will feel bad and rectify her answer

- probably with a loud sigh

- “fine, yes I would still love you if you were a worm”

- “now stop acting stupid” (affectionate..?)

Yuuta:

- again, very confused

- but after a moment of confusion, he smiles and tells you yeah

- “of course, I’d love you no matter what!”

- “I’d just have to keep you extra safe! ☺️”

- if he could love Rika as a curse, then yeah, he can love you as a simple lil worm

Gojo:

- laughs

- you probably will not get an actual response unless you diligently persist with the question

- if you ask enough times, he’ll finally honor you with a response

- “you’re already so weak, butttttt, yes I’d still love you if you were a puny little worm😁”

- he’d totally build/buy you a little wormy mansion

- trust me babes you’ll be living the wormy life of luxury

- tbh might buy it anyways just to show you how much he does love you 💙

Nanami:

- very caught off guard by the question

- “…did Gojo come up with this?”

- if you tell him that no, no one put you up to this, you just want to know if he’d still love you if you were a worm...

- he’d say no

- like Megumi, he would spend time assuring you of his love for you

- he just… is far too rational of a man to love a worm

- he really hopes that you understand

Geto (pre genocide era):

- will 100% go along with it

- he’ll humor you the whole time

- “of course baby, you’d be the cutest worm ever”

- btw you have a new nickname now

- your contact in his phone has been changed to “my wormie 🪱”

Geto (genocide era):

- no

- worms are not sorcerers

- worms are lower than monkeys

Toji:

- literally will not even give you an answer

- he’ll just quietly look from you, to his existing curse-worm, back up to you with calculated blinks

- “…is that a yes?”

- “you’re fuckin’ stupid” (affectionate) “yes.”

- now toji has two worms :)

Choso:

- ???????????

- pls oh my god don’t do this to him

- he doesn’t get it

- he’s 150yo bro he doesn’t GET IT

- “..am I supposed to say yes?”

- i think he MIGHT go along with it after a second (few minutes) of thought

- “you can love me as a half-curse, so yes, I think I could love you as a worm.”

- he’d totally be cheesin’, so proud of himself for that answer

- and when you smile at his affirmation?? bro his heart’s gonna burst

Sukuna:

- “I don’t even love you now”

- again he is way too old to understand this

- ngl he probably would say no

- however, you’ve wormed (haha, get it?) your way into his heart

- so if you pout too much, he’d probably be very huffy about it but he’d agree to “keeping you by his side” if you were a worm

- you could just hang out in his domain with him all the time :)

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Yooo you know what would be nice, lovely Finnie?

Something about either Arkham!Two-Face or Arkham!Penguin with their respective sugar babies.

(I'm a sucker for a big, bad guy being soft and smoochy with his s/o, makes me all warm and fuzzy 🥰) (yeah odds are that's ooc, but idgaf, we've never seen them with s/o's, they might melt for them a little, yeah?)

Please and thank you! You're awesome, ily

Unless you've done this idea already, in which case, please direct me, I will greatly appreciate and reblog off anon

Surprise Visit

Arkham!Two Face x Female!Reader, word count: 650 eep ok so i have something kind similar for arkham!penguin so i'm about to indulge myself here, so i did a female reader, sorry if that's not ok! please feel free to send in another for male or gn! 💙 also going to take this opportunity to tell you all that my writing isn't like... great, and i don't take myself too seriously! we're in this for the fun and the comfort, so don't ever feel too bad about sending me ooc requests because chances are i can work with it and we can make the bugs do whatever we want 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, explicit language, kissing, some good titty grabbing!

Hearing the sound of the main door opening, you sat up straight on the edge of the desk, making sure your shirt was sufficiently unbuttoned, breasts pushed out your skirt hiked up enough that there was a glimpse of your suspenders on display. The muffled voices of the hired thugs on the other side let you know that Harvey was indeed on his way in to his office, where you were waiting for him.

“Someone’s waitin’ for ya in there, boss.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? We can’t get a minute to ourselves at all around here. God damn. You idiots shouldn’t have let them in.”

You could feel your seductive smile fading, your body slumping as you realised this might not have been a good idea. Sure, he liked leaving things to chance, the toss of a coin making all of his decisions, but he was still a business man. Maybe you should have asked before you just showed up.

But it was too late, the door was open, and the surprise on his face was evident, though less aggressive than you thought it would be.

“Oh! Hey, baby! What are you doing here?”

He moved quickly over to you, gliding across the floor in excitement, his arms wrapped around you, holding your arms as he leaned back to take you in.

“And looking so good too. What is this?”

“I just thought I’d come and surprise you with a visit. I’m glad you’re not too annoyed, I thought… the way you were talking out there, I was worried you might be mad.”

Harvey’s hand stroked at your cheek, thumb moving back and forth as he looked into your eyes, a warm smile on his face, the one he reserved just for you,

“Are you kidding me? I love this.”

He leaned in again, his mouth finding your neck, peppering kisses from your collarbone up to your jawline.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?”

There was a rumbling growl against your cheek as he bit into your skin, letting his teeth drag along it, drawing a squeal and a giggle from you as you grabbed at the hair on the back of his head, holding him to you.

“Listen, doll. Even I couldn’t be mad at you.”

Two Face sunk his teeth into your neck, his fingers, gripping at the buttons on your shirt, the quick alternating bites and sweet, soft kisses as Harvey pushed through, both of them desperate in equal measures to have you their way.

As his fingers slipped under the fabric, one hand softly cupping your breast, the other squeezing your nipple hard, there was a knock at the door that interrupted him, and the creaking of it opening which sent him into a violent fury, as he whipped around, standing in front of you to cover you from anyone’s wandering eyes.

“Get out you stupid asshole, who the fuck told you to come in?”

“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss.”

Harvey turned back to you, kissing you, his lips soft against yours as he stroked your hair.

“Sorry baby, I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“Not at all, Harvey.”

You let your fingernails drag down the front of his shirt, settling on his belt, tugging at it to bring him closer to you, the tent in his pants rubbing against your cunt as your legs were spread to accommodate him.

His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, moving them out of the way as Two Face groaned against your neck, his voice rough and cruel, entirely tantalising.

“Want me to fire him while I’m inside of you? A little treat for being such a good girl for daddy?”

Before you could answer, his fingers were parting your lips, his other hand reaching for the intercom. As it dialled through, he silenced you, as your moans began to fill the room.

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Harley D. Dixon 26

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Author's Note.

We. Are. Back!!

It's been almost six months!! 😶 Motivation comes and goes, but I'm very happy to be posting again. Like I said in a comment on Ao3, this book is too special to me to ever abandon. Thank you for your patience!! 💙

When Rick kicks the stool out from under Jim's feet, there's a simple crunch sound, and then he's dead.

I watch from afar as his body dangles from the rafters like a doll filled with sand, wondering why I thought it would be louder. It feels like I can breathe again. As if I've had a noose of my own wrapped around my throat until this very moment. Jim's dead. He ain't a threat. Just dead and dangling. Silence pours out across the farm. It feels strangely comforting; a hug from somebody you thought you didn't like.

I know Dale would disagree. I don't gotta ask to know he didn't want this.

If he weren't under six feet of dirt and bugs right now, I think I'd tell him I'm sorry.

Not just for Jim having to die, but also for being angry. He knew it never did nobody any good to be angry. If I hadn't told Carl to leave that muddy walker alone, wanting it to suffer and pay for some crime weren't even its fault, then maybe Dale would still be here.

I kinda realize in this moment that I don't care if dead people don't gotta see bad things. Because Dale ain't get to see the good things anymore, either. Like books and soup. Hugs, jokes. The baby, once it's born. Neither does Momma or Sophia or Shane.

It's like Jim said. I should be dead by now. On account of all laws of nature and chance, I should be long dead.

But obviously, I ain't.

And I'd be a stupid, silly, brainless little girl to not think that makes me at least a little bit lucky.

As I fiddle with the metal buckle of my overalls, Dad and Rick carry Jim outta the shed, their hands hooked around the dead man's armpits and ankles. Carol's probably thinking something like, He's with his loved ones now. But I ain't Carol, and I don't believe in heaven, so all I'm thinking is, I hope it didn't hurt. I've never had my neck snapped before, so I wouldn't know. They shuffle over to the pile of wood and walker bodies, tossing him on top, dusting their hands off on their pants. They's gonna burn him. No graves for them that ain't family.

Good. We have enough of those, anyway.

Dad and Rick turn away from the pile, their faces largely blank.

Before they can see me, I stand from my spot near the fence and scurry away, because I know I'm not meant to be watching.

That morning, everybody gets busy doing something. Whether it's bringing supplies into the house or cleaning a grimy rifle, nobody's twiddling they thumbs. There's something about putting work into a thing that needs it that clears the mind, I guess. Stops us from thinking about Jim, anyhow. Me, I help out by going around with a basket of fresh fruit, handing them out to anybody who wants some.

The first people I swing by are Rick and T. They've begun reinforcing the fences together, using old metal sheets and planks of wood to barricade any weak points they find. They gratefully take a juicy pear each, leaning against their handiwork to bite into the sweet flesh, groaning at the taste. Something nice happens in my chest when I see them smile. It's like looking at a puppy. You just can't be sad.

"Wow, this is good," T-Dog nods, turning the fruit over in his hand. "Thanks, Harley."

Rick doesn't say nothin', but I'm just glad to see him enjoying himself. Even for just a moment.

I head over to Patricia and Carol next, who are scrubbing at some laundry over by the trees. I earn myself two more smiles when they take a couple peaches, leaving them to their own devices and making my way through everyone else. Herschel, keeping Maggie company as she hangs up some wet clothes over a line in the sun. Jacqui and Lori, tidying up camp a bit, preparing lunch. Jimmy, polishing guns.

When I give a pear to Dad, who's fixing some of his crossbow bolts, he kisses my cheek as thanks.

And Beth. I don't forget her. She sits in the bay window of her bedroom, nibbling away at a green apple.

I know eating a good piece of fruit ain't never stopped nobody from wanting to kill themselves, but everything counts.

I've only got a peach, apple, and a pear left tumbling around in my basket when I approach Glenn and Andrea. They're stood around the hood of Dale's RV, frowning into the rubber tubes and gears like there's a jigsaw puzzle in there, muttering to each other.

"You gotta tap it three times," I think he's saying, pointing at something, "And—"

"— And give her a twist," Andrea sighs, throwing her hands up. "I know, I know."

Glenn notices me out the corner of his eye. He doesn't light up exactly, but the tension leaves his shoulders. "Oh. Hey, Harley."

"Hey." I give a little smile, holding out the basket. "Y'all want some fruit?"

"Ugh. Yes, please."

They each pick one out, leaving me with the apple. I toss the basket onto the nearby folding chair and bite into its waxy skin, the sugary juices leaking down my chin. It's sweet as candy. Well, from what I remember candy tastin' like, anyway. It's delicious.

Andrea seems to agree. "God. Remind me to always become stranded on a farm with an orchard."

Glenn bites a chunk out of his peach as he takes the screwdriver from the blonde, scooting around her to stand in front of the exposed engine. "Here. Let me have a go... Dale told me that in these old vehicles, the points get corroded."

I wipe my sticky chin, watching as he pokes around with the small tool.

Dale knew everything there was to know about this RV. Whenever it broke down, he didn't even need to check beneath the hood before he knew exactly what was wrong with it. Hell, even I've picked up on its quirks by now, and I know jack about vehicles. There's all sorts of screws and bolts and duck tape crammed into the poor thing's inner workings, but it just refuses to die. Like a stubborn old mule. 

A bit like Dale. No matter how many times ya put that old man down, he'd come back ten times stronger.

"I let him down," Glenn suddenly sighs, and it's easy to know who he's talking about.

I glance over his shoulder, through the front windshield. Dale's ridiculous amount of souvenir air fresheners still hang from the mirror. Oklahoma. Illinois. Missouri. Kansas. That ain't even half of 'em. We used to tease him about them, but he always just laughed us off and recited some philosophical quote from a dead guy about how memories feed the soul, or whatever.

Nobody ever understood it when he said stuff like that, but I still know we all miss it.

"He was proud of you," Andrea tells him; then me, "Both of you."

I sheepishly look away, picking at the stem of my apple. No, he weren't. But that's nice of her to say.

"That's easy for you to say." Glenn shakes his head. "You had his back."

She doesn't know what to say for a moment.

"Well... All I know is that there's no way he didn't know how much we all cared for him, even in the end. He was too smart for that."

I got no doubts about that. He knew everything. Knew everything about the RV, about poetry, about us. He was just one of them types of people. I only wish I hadn't argued with him that day, but I argue with Dad all the time, and he still loves me. So, can't all be bad.

Glenn pulls back from the engine with a resolute, "Welp... That should do it."

When Andrea climbs inside and twists the key into the ignition, I'm proven right. This old RV just refuses to die.

"Well done, Glenn," I smile over the noise of the engine. "You did it."

He turns to me with a smile of his own, looking proud of himself.

After that, he and Dad leave the farm to search for a hearing aid. 

Maggie hands them a list of houses they can try their luck in, and then we exchange the usual goodbye hugs and kisses before waving them off. There ain't no use in sitting around, wondering if they're going to get bitten and die because of me, so I leave to find something I can distract myself with instead. Luckily, Rick and T-Dog are more than happy to let me help them out with the fences.

If we're gonna get serious about staying here at the farm, we're gonna have to make some upgrades.

I obidiently tail them as they work, lugging around a bucket filled with rusty nails to pass to them.

"You know, Harley," Rick grunts as he hammers a scrap of metal to the wooden posts, "Carl still ain't stopped chewin' my ear off about all those things you taught him the other day. If I have to hear the word 'mushroom' one more time... I'll go crazy."

I pluck a nail from the pile and hand it to T-Dog.

Just to be annoying, I say, "Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom."

"Hey. Watch it." He scolds me, but not very well. He's smiling. "Anyway. You two ain't on good terms right now, are you?"

I raise a brow. "How'd ya know?"

"Well, I figured you'd be playin' with him right now if you were. And to be honest, he's been in a bit of a mood lately."

I huff a little, silently cursing Rick's parents for making him like this. "We squabbled. That's all."

He hums thoughtfully.

"Whenever I argued with my sisters," T-Dog tells us, "They'd start messin' with me. They'd hide my Xbox controller. Eat my snacks."

Rick chuckles. "They sound nice."

"Yeah, you could say that," He chuckles along with him. "A real pair of peaches."

"Well, Carl ain't done any of that," I suppose, adjusting the bucket in my grasp, "But he did call me a stupid baby."

Rick turns to look at me. "What?"

"He snitched on me about the shed and called me a stupid baby. Then I told him I hated his guts."

As I stand there, he fixes at me with a funny, What am I going to do with you?, sort of look, until he returns his attention to the work at hand. "Well, he was right to 'snitch' on you, but I'll have a talk with him when I can. It's not okay to name-call."

"I think it's 'cause he's gonna be a brother soon." I think aloud. "He said he's gotta protect me."

T-Dog argues, "You got all of us here to protect you. Boy's got nothing to stress about."

"I know. He just likes bein' somebody's keeper."

Hammering the last nail into the metal, Rick gives the thing a bit of a shake to test its strength, pleased to see it won't budge.

"Okay, I think this one's good." He decides. "Let's move onto the next one."

As we gradually make our way down the fence line, we continue chatting away about other useless things. The weather, future plans for the farm. Something we don't talk about, though, is the baby inside Lori's belly. I don't think Rick wants to think about it, let alone talk about it. He must be mulling over all the hundreds of things that could go wrong. As the leader, that's his special talent.

By the time we reach the area around the barn, I'm not listening to the conversation anymore. It's difficult to concentrate on making out their voices for such a long time, so I just tune myself out, absentmindedly gazing past the two of them, into the field.

That's when I notice something off about the burning pile.

It's still sitting there, a boring bunch of wood and junk, but the problem is I can't seem to spot Jim's body on it.

I know they didn't move it to some other place, and it's definitely not been lit on fire yet, so it can't be that.

When Rick holds out his hand for me to pass him another nail, I leave him hanging. He frowns down at me in concern; confusion. I think he says my name, but then he follows my gaze, followed suit by T-Dog. I can tell the exact moment they catch on.

"Okay," T-Dog levels with nobody in particular, holding up his hands, "That's creepy as shit."

"Stay here," Rick wearily tells us, before jogging away to investigate.

I don't need to be told twice. Clutching the bucket to my stomach like it's a teddy bear, I huddle closer to T, letting him step in front of me as if a chupacabra is gonna pop out from under the debris and gobble us all up. We watch Rick approach the burn pile, creeping up on it, concerned he might wake it up. He peeps this way and that, the hammer held tight in his grasp, ready to strike.

Was Jim bit, I find myself wondering, Was he bit, and we just didn't notice?

No. No, that can't be right. If he was bit, he would've turned long before we had the chance to hang him.

Rick flinches backward. He gawks at his own two feet. I think he might've crossed paths with a snake, or even that chupacabra, but then a hand shoots out from behind the burn pile and we learn the thing tryna bite him ain't an animal. It's got black hair and a grubby red shirt, a pair of milky eyeballs. It's Jim. He crawls after Rick like he's tryna avenge his own death, his neck still swollen and wrong.

Once he's absorbed his own shock, Rick brings the hammer down on Jim's skull, but he's fresh, so it's not mushy like it is usually. He has to bludgeon him two, three, four more times before the bone cracks open like an egg, wet brains dribbling down his face.

We all catch our breaths. I don't think any of us were prepared to watch Jim die twice today.

"Where was the bite?" T-Dog calls out, sounding like he's about to barf all over himself.

Rick kneels to check under Jim's shirt, flip him over, roll up his pant legs, because of course he does. There has to be a bite.

But when he stands, he calls back, "I can't see one."

There's a gaping pause between us all.

"Well, it ain't on his ass cheek, is it?"

Rick raises a brow as he steps over the body. "You wanna go check, be my guest."

"Nah, thank you, man." He answers drily, eyeing the blood dripping from the head of the hammer. "Well, what the Hell happened?"

Instead of telling us he doesn't know, or offering up a theory, Rick just sighs. He tosses the hammer into the little wagon we've been pulling along with us, rubbing at the faint wrinkles on his forehead. I remain hiding behind T-Dog. I know there's no snake or chupacabra to be heard of, and now, not even a Jim. But I don't like the danger in the air. The danger of something being wrong and not knowing what it is.

Rick lowers his hand, gaze landing on me. He keeps it there for a moment.

To be a walker, you gotta get bit. I can't see one. Everyone knows that.

"Come on," He eventually mutters, reaching to take the heavy bucket from me. "Let's get back to the house."

"Rick, what's wrong?" I whine as he grabs my hand. "We ain't workin' on the fence no more? Why?"

T-Dog snatches up the handle of the wagon and hurries after us.

"Don't worry about it, honey," He soothes, giving my fingers a squeeze. "The grownups will handle it, okay?"

Rick says this, just like he always has, but all he does when we get back to camp is eat lunch and talk to Maggie about our progress on the fence. I decide it's not a big deal. I trust him. Maybe he's just waiting until me and Carl aren't around to talk with the other adults about it. Maybe Jim did somehow get bit while he was in the shed. Maybe it really was on his ass cheek. I won't pretend to know.

In any case, I dig into my scrambled eggs and buttered bread without giving it much more thought.

After lunch, the three of us go back to working on the fence, anyway.

"Hope you enjoyed the apple."

With her forehead resting against the window, Beth gazes down at the farm, like some lonely angel peering down at another world. The afternoon sun gently contours the subtle curves of her girlish face, which isn't looking nearly as dreadfully pale as it did before.

"I did," She answers sweetly, smiling as I come to sit next to her on the thin cushions. "Thanks, by the way."

I give a shrug. "Yer sister says peach and pear season's just about up, so all we's got for a while is apples, anyway."

She surprises me by giggling at me, a pretty tinkling sound that suits her. "That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

My cheeks go warm. "Huh?"

"I saw you," She explains, a fondness in her eyes. "Chowin' down on that apple just before."

"When I was wit' Glenn and Andrea?"

She nods. "You were smiling. It was nice."

I contemplate calling her a stalker, but all that comes outta my mouth is an amused scoff, rolling my eyes and turning to look out the window. I understand why she likes it up here. I can see the whole farm. People milling about camp, chickens pecking at the ground. And off in the distance, the herd of black cows dotting the paddocks like little beetles, munching on bales of hay. And quiet. Precious quiet.

I glance at the distant treeline, thinking about the recent whispers of the horde. I brush it off quick as I can.

I steal a glance at Beth, instead.

That little smile is still pulling at her lips, a lively glint in the soft green of her eyes.

For some reason - mainly my talent for speaking without thinking - I ask her suddenly, "Do you still wanna die?"

She stiffens ever so slightly, and I only have a few short moments to feel awful about it before she meets my eyes.

"I just mean," I continue, wishing I ever knew the right thing to say. I think back to when Carl was in my exact position, asking nicely for me to not do what Beth did. He also threatened to smack me in the face, but I don't imagine that would go over too well with Beth. Neither would shouting at her like Dad. So, I just do something stupid, another one of my talents, and I improvise. "I been worried about you. Not, like, pity or nothin', but... I know how you feel. And after Dale... I realized that just 'cause people die, it don't mean I gotta die, too. It ain't a reason to wanna die. It's a reason to wanna live. 'Cause I'm just glad I ever knew Dale and Sophia and everyone else that died at all."

I feel encouraged by her glassy expression to keep talking. Not that I could stop myself if I tried.

"So that makes us lucky, y'know. Yer Momma's dead. My Momma's dead. But we loved 'em, and you can keep lovin' other people, but not if you're in a grave somewhere. Besides, it would just pass it on to them that would miss us. Not worth it, if ya ask me."

When I finish my word puke, she pins me with a tense, watery look that makes my insides cramp up.

"Maggie told me," She says, "That if I decided to keep living, that I'd find moments where I'd know I made the right decision."

She takes a deep breath, chuckling afterward.

"I think this is one of those moments," She decides.

"It is?"

I feel a weird sense of pride. I know me and my stupid apple and bad advice didn't singlehandedly solve anythin', but I was able to make her realize she don't got nothin' to regret by surviving her own mind, and that's more than enough for me.

I nod, trying not to smile, because this is supposed to be a serious moment. "Good. That's... good."

Her chuckles turn into laughter. "Why you so awkward all the darn time, Harley?"

Then I'm being wrapped up in a hug. I hate hugs. But this one ain't too terrible.

When we part, I ask her, "Are we friends?"

She seems to find that funny. "'Course."

"Well, my Dad and Glenn are gonna be gone for a few more hours," I tell her, "So, we should play something 'til then."

Beth warns me that she's seventeen years old, so she might not be able to play the same way me and Carl play, but that's okay. We don't have to play pretend or anything. We can do something she likes. Apparently, that's painting our nails. I have to try not to pull a face, but I guess I end up pulling one anyway, because she bursts into giggles and pulls me to my feet. I'm not the biggest fan of girly things. It's just not what I grew up with. I'm used to scuffing my nails while climbing trees and playing in the dirt, not painting them. But I'll give it a go.

"What's your favorite color?" She asks me, setting me down on her bed and rummaging through her desk.

"Yellow," I chirp.

"Actually," She lilts, pulling out a little bottle of yellow polish, squinting at the label. "It's Electric Spring Citrus."

I scoot over to make room for her on the bed, presenting my nails to her.

The afternoon slips away easily after that.

Nighttime paints over the orange sky.

Me and Beth have migrated downstairs by the time the sun has disappeared beneath the farm, lured in by the domestic commotion of dinner being prepared. It's soup again. I recognise the smell by now. While we wait to be served by Maggie and Patricia, the rest of us gather around the coffee table, ribbing each other as we break the rules of a card game Jacqui suggests. Carl keeps cheating by lying about what cards he has, but he's too dumb to realize he'll have to show them to us at some point. I laugh hysterically when he loses.

"You weren't listenin' to the rules, was ya?" I enjoy taunting him as he goes red. "Typical!"

He complains, "Shut up, Harley!"

"Okay, okay," Lori placates, doing a very bad job of hiding her smile behind her fan of cards. "Settle down."

I almost don't think about Dad and Glenn or Dale or Sophia or Shane or Momma for the whole game. By my standards, that makes for a good time. Carl continues losing miserably, whining even more miserably-er, while Jacqui beats us over and over again.

I'm reminded of the night we had our first dinner together - The one where Patricia made everyone feel super uncomfortable, and then I almost died. It's hard to believe this is the same house and the same people. Probably because it's filled with laughter.

We continue playing even through dinner.

When I lose for the fifth time, I take my bowl of soup and retire to one of the sofas, settling in next to Rick and quietly sipping at the warm broth. He sends me a bit of a look as if to ask me if I'm okay, probably reading my face in that weird way he got, noticing I'm thinking about Dad and Glenn. I reply with a simple nod. He doesn't seem satisfied with that response, but he can't do nothin' about it.

It's too noisy in here for him to talk to me, and neither of us know a single lick of sign language.

So, he just gives me a thumbs up and hopes it gets the point across. They'll be okay.

Eventually, even Herschel gets roped into playing.

"Hey, I actually happen to know a thing or two about this," He tells us, before proceeding to eviscerate Jacqui at her own game.

We all go awww, as she throws down her cards.

"Darn..." She sighs. "You weren't lyin', old man."

"As Jesus as my witness," He holds up a hand, "I never lie."

Lori asks, "Where'd you learn to get this good?"

"I used to spend a lot of my time in bars, young lady." He explains. "I got more than enough practice finessing card games."

"Well, I'd say it paid off."

He raises his fluffy white brows. "They used to call me Great-Hand Greene back in the day, you know."

Everybody in the room can't help but laugh.

"Now, Daddy," Maggie exclaims, "That's a lie!"

Great-Hand Greene calmly enlightens her, "It surely isn't."

This is the moment headlights turn into the driveway. Everyone turns to look. My heart squeezes. Dad and Glenn. The two lights come to a sudden stop, watching us like two eyeballs through the dark. The sound of doors slamming. I place my bowl on the coffee table and hurry out of the lounge room, followed by some other footsteps. But when I reach the foyer, the door bursts open without my doing.

Dad first, then Glenn. Both of my lungs deflating in relief, and then both of them knotting right back up again.

"That horde's headed this way," Dad wastes no time in announcing, "And it ain't stopping for nothin'."

Everybody freezes. A horde? The horde? Headed our way? Right now?

Rick pushes past everyone. "You saw it?"

"Trust me, man." He jokes dryly, shaking his head. "You can't miss this thing anymore."

"There were hundreds of them," Glenn agrees, frantic. His hair is suckered to his forehead with sweat, even though the season's turned. "We were over by Mallory Road when we caught wind of them; got us stuck for a couple hours until we could slip past."

"Not that it matters now," Dad snides.

Maggie asks, "Were you able to get the hearin' aid?"

He gives a nod, but nobody's paying attention. "Bits and pieces."

"Patricia," Herschel orders, our card game long forgotten, "Kill the lights."

We follow Rick out onto the porch. The night welcomes us with a cold gust of wind. At first, I can't see much of anythin', but then the lights blink out one by one and my stomach drops into the floorboards. On the other side of the field, leaking out from between the trees, are bodies, bodies, and bodies, so many it's not worth trying to count. They make the group on the highway look like a couple of stragglers.

As the mass amount feet stumble up the driveway, I'm hit with the feeling that our fences aren't going save us.

"I'll get the guns." Andrea mutters, and I think that feeling has hit everyone else, too.

Rick runs off in the direction of the cars. It's where we've kept our bags of emergency supplies for a time like this. Does that mean we're gonna leave? Or are we gonna fight? Is it even possible? I didn't even get to finish my soup. That feels important, somehow.

"Maybe they're just passing." Somebody stupidly guesses. "Like that herd on the highway."

"Should we go back inside?"

"Not unless there's a tunnel downstairs I don't know about." Dad drawls, gazing out. "Horde this size will rip the house down."

I worry up at him, "Daddy, I don't want it to rip the house down."

He shushes me, putting a strong hand on the nape of my neck, squeezing reassuringly. I let it calm me. I feel a fool for panicking, but if there were ever a time to panic, it would be now. I cling to him as Andrea dumps the bag of guns on the floor. She passes them out to everyone that got two thumbs and a brain. Maggie, Glenn, Dad, Rick. Jimmy. Even Herschel. Nobody is being left out of this fight.

Not even me and Carl. A gun is pushed each of our hands. You know how to use it, I remind myself.

"This the plan, then?" Dad confirms with everyone, because it's crazy. "We take 'em all on?"

Andrea passes me a loaded mag. I don't have to count the bullets inside to know it's not enough.

"We have guns. We have cars."

"We kill as many as we can." She's on board. "We'll use the cars to lead the rest of them off the farm."

"The burn pile," Glenn adds, "There's a bunch of kerosine and matches down there. We could lure them into the barn, set it on fire."

Rick climbs back onto the porch. "Bags are all packed. If things start to get hairy, we can leave."

"We're not leaving." Herschel argues.

"Herschel—"

"This is my farm." His voice booms as he pumps a pair of fat bullets into his shotgun's chamber, fire in his eyes. "I'll die here."

"Alright." Dad lilts over the droning rumble of death incoming, looking around for objections. "It's as good a night as any."

I get herded into Maggie's car. Dad gives my face a kiss and slams the door shut. I bump the mag up into the chamber. I know how to use it. I do. Two more slams. Glenn at the wheel, Maggie in the passenger seat. I've shot two walkers before, when I was out in the woods with Shane. I just have to do it again. And after that, again and again until they're all gone. Glenn stomps on the gas. The car screeches forward, ripping through the grass, barrelling into the night. I don't even bother buckling myself in. That's not how I would die tonight.

"You got enough ammo back there, honey?" Maggie fusses, digging through the glovebox and throwing me a spare.

"Thanks." I catch the cardboard box, trying not to shiver as Glenn rolls down all the windows. Groans and wind flood the car.

He shouts, "Start shooting!"

Just like that, gunshots erupt from all possible angles.

I grip my pistol tight, aim it out the window. You're gonna hold it like this, Shane's voice tells me, Firm. Confident. You're the one in control, here. I'm in control. My home's bein' invaded by the dead, and a horde this size might rip the house down, but I'm in control. The car spins. I lurch. It's hard to aim like this, but I gotta try. I line my eye up with the wobbling sight. I breathe in and out.

I squeeze. BANG. 

I can't even tell what I hit, or if I hit anything at all, but it don't matter. I squeeze again. BANG.

Glenn weaves us in and out, around, through the horde, never getting too close, never veering too far.

In the other car, T-Dog, Andrea, and Carl. They swerve around us, shooting down every dead bastard they can hit.

I squeeze. BANG.

BANG, and again, BANG, and again, BANG.

The jaw of a nearby walker explodes off its meaty hinges. It swings around. It trips. It slumps. I've killed it.

"How we doing back there, Harley?" Glenn calls out. "You okay?"

"I— I'm fine!" I shout back, pulling my body back into my seat to reload.

I peel open the box of ammo. A curse falls from my tongue when the little bullets go tumbling onto my feet, rolling under the seats. I quickly snatch them up, shoving them into the mag. On the other side of the car door, fireworks of gunpowder and bullets, squealing tires and breaking bones, a blazing Hellfire lighting up the sky. Orange and roaring. I notice it, then. Dad. Rick. That must be them. They've set the barn on fire. It's cracking and falling to pieces, a burning church. The walkers fight to get inside like it's the last Sunday on Earth.

An important beam succumbs to the flames, snapping in half like a broken twig, bringing the rest down with it.

I hear wood breaking, and then there are chickens running lose across the field, screaming, flapping.

I squeeze and I squeeze and I squeeze. BANG.

A rotten old man crumples to the ground. BANG.

A lady's shoulder bursts open, a pop of bone and muscle. BANG.

A girl with one of the poor birds in her mouth, choking on feathers, dead. BANG.

For every one we kill, five more are there within a heartbeat to replace it. Glenn's foot falters on the pedal, and we come to a crawl, and then a stop, unable to do much but watch as the farm is consumed. This is a losing battle. There's no other type.

Herschel said we weren't leaving tonight, but that can't be true. I guess he is a liar, after all.

"We gotta go," Maggie's shaking her head, the tears in her eyes collecting like little pearls. "We're not gonna win this. We gotta go."

As if only to prove her point, the barn collapses once and for all. I almost feel like crying.

"I'm sorry, Maggie." Glenn says weakly.

Yeah. Me, too. I gaze out at the oak tree, still standing bravely; the little wooden crosses clueless beneath it.

As Glenn drives us back into the chaos, my pistol stays in my lap. I don't got any bullets left, anyway. I just sit there, watching everything pan by. Mine and Dad's camping spot, tucked away in the distant trees, just how we liked it. The crumbled fireplace where I talked to Dale for the last time. The shed. The swing outside it me and Carl used to play on. The orchard. The patch of dirt where Sophia died.

I wish I had the power to know when things were gonna end. That way, I could've savoured my last day.

It's not as cool as the superpower's them people in Carl's comics got, but it's the one I'd want.

It was silly. Working on the fences today with Rick and T-Dog made me think we were gonna be okay.

When I look up, we're approaching the house. Jacqui's sitting on the porch steps all by herself, staring out at us.

Glenn pulls us in close, getting out and hovering around the hood of the car, waving her over. "Come on! We gotta go!"

I crawl across the seats and shove open the door. "Jacqui? Come on!"

She's not coming. Why is she not coming? The door is open. We can all leave together. When I call out her name again, she convulses ever so slightly, as if she's got a bad cough but doesn't wanna let it out. I feel my face fall all at once. Her arm gives out, slumping from her neck, into her lap. I notice the blood first, all ten gallons of it, and then the bite. Her muscles spasm again. Oh. No, no, no.

"Jacqui?" I call out uselessly, but Glenn's already back in the driver's seat and Jacqui's already dying.

"C-Close your door, Harley," He orders, slamming his own.

She's dying. We can't stay here. I know both these things, but it still takes everything in me to pull the door shut.

After that, the deaths just keep coming. We drive past Patricia as the horde pull her into their mouths, Jimmy as he stumbles from the RV, clutching at his open throat. There's nothing we can do for any of them, but we manage to reach Carol just in time. She climbs into the seat next to me, and we ask her if she's seen anybody else, but she hasn't; she hasn't seen anybody.

Turning my face to the open window, I let the wind dry my tears, seein' as my Daddy ain't here to do it for me.

The faces of the horde pass by, a sea of rats on a burning ship.

I want to go collect my things. I want to pet the cows one last time. I want to do everything we won't get to.

My body lurches all on its own, then.

A face in the crowd. It's different from the rest. I'm not good with faces or names, something my teachers used to grumble over, but I'm good with this one. That one walker, tucked in with the rest of them, wearing the Police cap. It's Shane Walsh, dead and walking.

How? How is that possible? Why are the tears back tenfold, now?

Lit by the moon and the flames, I see his broken cheekbones for the first time since that day, the way they're bulbous like apples, mishappen like clay. Everything about him is wrong. His nose is broke. Clothes all mussed up. Ribs pouring. His eyes are glossed over. He don't seem to mind his broken body, or the fire, or the smoke. He just wants what all other walkers want. To bite into something. It's him, but not.

I almost want him to look at me. I clutch my locket, wanting our eyes to meet just to make him prove it.

This just can't be true. He didn't get bit. He got shot and beaten, but he didn't get bit.

As if I've willed him to do it, he looks my way.

"Carol," I croak, watching as he noses at the air like the animal Dad always said he was, "You got any bullets left?"

I feel something being placed in my hand. It feels just like the locket, but colder. I shakily load it into the chamber; lift the gun. I believe in you, His voice is back. Now line your eye up with the sight. I stare down the barrel, carefully placing his face on top of the sights. I only have this one bullet. I can't miss. Not only because I need to put him down, but because I think I want to make him proud.

Breathe, I take a deep breath, In and out. 

Damn it. These fuckin' tears, they're messing up my aim. I smack them away and line up my shot again.

And squeeze.

BANG.

All the air rushes outta my lungs as his body hits the ground, disappearing amongst the horde.

I lower the gun.

Carol's already looking at me before I glance her way.

When we peel onto the highway, I can still see the flames burning over the tops of the trees, like some old religious painting.

Maggie breaks the silence. "What if nobody else made it?"

Nobody answers. I preferred it when the only noise in the car was the gentle humming of the engine, but I can't blame her for asking. We got no idea who else made it out alive. The four of us are all alone out here. Ain't no phone number we can just dial to ask if they're alright.

"They made it," Glenn eventually just decides, staring out at his high beams on the dark road. "They had to."

"Well, how are we going to find them?" Carol asks innocently, petting my hair as I lay my head in her lap. "They could be anywhere."

Maggie sighs. "We could circle back to that place I found y'all on the highway?"

"No," Mumbles Glenn. I can see his finger tapping against the wheel. "No, the horde came from that direction."

That's where our ideas run dry.

"Glenn?" I whine, clutching at my temple. He glances at me in the mirror, concern in his eyes. "My head. The ringing. Hurts."

He makes a troubled sound. "It must've been all those gunshots... I'm sorry."

Carol suggests, "Maybe we should just stop somewhere for the night."

There's a pause between them, but it's a short one, because it doesn't take much for Glenn to agree. He's musing to himself about how we can't drive all night. It would be a better use of gas to drive in the daylight. But really, we all know it's because he's a big softie.

He pulls us into a little nook on the side of the highway, killing the engine and turning on the ceiling light.

"I'm sorry," He says again, as if he put the ringing inside my head himself. "Maybe there's something in the supplies?"

Maggie unzippers the bag at her feet, pushing around the stuff inside it, shaking her head. "Just some water. Thirsty?"

I shake my head.

"I think we should all get some sleep." Says Carol, her voice a whisper.

Yeah. A good sleep sounds really good right about now. I think we've earnt it. Georgia will still be here when we wake up.

"Okay." He reaches up to press the ceiling button that turns on the moon, its dim white light spilling across the console in the dark. We all loosen slightly, completely exhausted. "We can just pick up again tomorrow. I'm sure the others are doing the same thing."

"Goodnight," Maggie tries to smile, reaching around her seat to stroke my shoulder.

"Goodnight," I mumble, echoed by Glenn and Carol, and then it's silent.

I close my eyes.

No eggs and buttered bread for breakfast today. Just a stale granola bar I gotta split with Carol, and a sip of water I gotta split with all three of them. After we take turns peein' in the bushes outside, we're back on the road again, and we're on it all day.

I don't know where we're going. I don't think Glenn knows, either.

I'm starting to think we might be driving all night, too, by the time we run into the others. That's right, the others. Herschel's shitty old pick-up truck is parked in a swath of brown leaves on the side of the road, right next to Dad's motorcycle and another grey car.

When Glenn pulls on the brake, I think we're all crying happy tears, but I'm too busy crying happy tears to notice.

I climb out, grinning, running into my Dad's arms.

"Harley," He sighs in relief as he picks me up, squeezes me tight. "I knew they'd take good care of ya."

"I knew you'd take good care of you," I giggle, hooking my chin over his shoulder.

"How did you guys find each other?" Glenn marvels.

"Well, when I saw their little Toyota goin' the speed limit," He nods behind him, "Figured there just had to be a cop at the wheel."

As chuckles break out between the group, he places me back on the ground.

Maggie asks, "Where's the rest of us?"

"We're the only ones that made it so far," Rick answers, and it's now I notice just how much smaller we are now; barely ten. We're just as alone as we were when it was just me, Glenn, Maggie, and Carol. No shelter, no food, no direction. Feathers in the wind.

"Where's Andrea?"

Lori shakes her head. "She was with us at the farm, but we got separated."

"Did you see Jacqui?"

Jacqui. Poor Jacqui. Maggie, Glenn, and I share a look without even meaning to.

"It was awful, Dad," I mutter, the memory caught in my throat, "We found 'er by the house, but we had to leave her behind."

Glenn explains, "She was bit."

"They got Patricia, too." Beth says. "Took her right in front of me. I was holdin' onto her, Daddy, but they just..."

"We saw Jimmy, too." Maggie sighs as Herschel wraps her little sister in a hug. "He was in the RV. It got overrun."

"But, you guys definitely saw Andrea?"

"There— There were walkers everywhere," Lori seems sorry to say, "But, yeah. We saw her."

"Well, we have to go back for her."

Rick argues, "We don't even know if she's still there."

"She ain't." Dad butts in. "She's either somewhere else or she's dead."

"So, we're not even gonna look for her?"

"No. We gotta keep moving." Rick agrees. "There's walkers all over the place."

Maggie scoffs, "That's an understatement if I ever heard one."

"I say we head East." Dad suggests, pointing vaguely in the direction of the sinking sun, cresting through the fog. "Head East, and stay off any main roads like this one. Bigger the road, the more walkers we gon' run into. The more assholes like this one."

He lifts his hands from where he's been resting them on my back, swinging the crossbow off his shoulder.

"I got him." He grumbles, sending a bolt through the stray walker's nose.

"Well, I hate to tell you guys," T-Dog scratches at his head, "But we been riding red for the past hour."

"We can't all fit into two cars."

Rick decides, "We'll have to make a run for some gas in the morning."

"Spend the night here?" Beth hisses, shivering lightly. "I'm freezin'."

"We'll build a fire." He gestures at my Dad. "You can go out lookin' for firewood, but stay close."

He raises a greasy brow. "I only got so many arrows, man. We can't just sit here with our asses hangin' out."

"Watch your mouth," He snips.

Glenn raises his hands at the group. "Everyone just stop panicking, and listen to Rick."

"Look, Glenn and I can go make a run right now," Maggie placates, "Try and scrounge up some gas so we can get back on the road."

"No." He shuts her down. "We stay together. God forbid something happens and people get stranded without a car."

That other side of Rick is back - Someone I might as well start callin' Second Rick; Scary Rick - and everyone can tell. It's the same one that was outside the shed, telling us with no room for argument that he was going to execute Jim. He's tense. He's a rubber band pulled tight, his eyes darting from face to face, just waiting for a flash of disagreement from somebody for him to pounce on.

I make sure he don't find one on my face. I'm not keen on upsettin' him.

Glenn's a little braver than me, though, because he says incredulously, "Rick, we're stranded now."

He shakes his head. Not listening. Not accepting it. Just, No, no, no. 

"I know it looks bad," He reasons, even though we don't need to be told. "We've all been through Hell and worse. But we found each other. I wasn't sure. I really wasn't, but..." He scans our faces again, a little less coldly this time, taking us all in. "But we did it. We're together, and that's all that matters. We'll find shelter someplace. It's gotta be out there somewhere. It's gotta be."

But we had shelter already, I feel like shouting at him, I don't want another one.

"Rick, look around, okay?" Glenn's voice raises. "There's walkers everywhere. They're— They're migrating or something."

"There's gotta be a place not just where we hole up," Rick doubles down without care for what he's saying, smacking his knuckles into his palm. "But that we can fortify. Hunker down. Pull something together for ourselves. Build a life for each other."

That's what we tried to do at the farm. He should know that. He was the one fixing the fences with me.

"I know it's out there," He says angrily, as if that place he's talkin' about is hiding just to spite him. "We just have to find it."

I muster up the courage to voice my thoughts.

"But, Rick," I say, "How many those places we already been?"

He shakes his head again. "We fooled ourselves into thinking they were safe. We won't make that mistake again."

At the quarry, our mistake was being too close to the city. That was way back in the beginning when nobody had died yet, and we thought we just had to wait it out until the army came. But they didn't. And after that, our second mistake was trusting Jenner. We wanted answers, but we almost lost everything trying to get 'em. Then, the farm. I guess that was a mistake, too, now. You never know 'til after.

I don't say anything to that. It's cold, and I'm hungry, and I don't want to argue any more.

He's pleased with my silence. "Okay... We make camp tonight here; get back on the road at the break of day."

Carol murmurs something.

Whatever it was, Beth agrees with her. "What if walkers come through, or another group like Jim's?"

"Speaking of Jim," T-Dog fixes Rick with a look. "We ever gonna talk about him?"

Lori's confused. "What do you mean? What could possibly be left to talk about?"

"We saw him turn," He's happy to reveal to everyone. "Thing is, though, he wasn't bit."

"How is that possible?"

"Shane, too." I blurt. "I— I saw him when the farm went down."

Lori turns her gawking expression onto her husband. "What the Hell is going on?"

He's not looking at any of us. He's glaring at some ordinary pebble on the ground, brooding, hesitating.

Then, "We're all infected."

What?

It's so vague and profound that nobody knows what to make of it.

My Dad does us all a favor and squints at him. "How you mean?"

"At the CDC," He confesses, his voice a hoarse whisper that I can only just make out, "Jenner told me. Whatever it is, we all carry it."

We all carry—? The germs that make the dead ones come back? We all carry them?

He's been lyin' to us this whole time. The CDC, that was months ago.

Sometimes, lying ain't just sayin' something. It's not sayin' something. Daddy taught me that the night I told him I'd had a good day at school, and then come dinnertime, I let it slip that Ethan, the boy that sat behind me in class, had actually punched me in the belly that day at lunch. He got so mad. He ripped off my shirt. There was a purple blotch on my pale skin. Then he taught me how to punch boys back.

That's what Rick's done. He's hidden a purple blotch from us, and now we should be angry.

Carol steps forward, her silver brows pinched. "And you never said anything?"

I consider my body. I don't feel sick. Not like I did when we thought I was bitten.

Rick lamely asks, "Would it have made a difference?"

Yes, I think, but he already knows that.

Glenn accuses him, "You knew. You knew this whole time."

So, that's why Jim and Shane woke back up. You don't gotta get bit. You just gotta die and come back with enough to be able to bite.

That means even if you jumped off a bridge and all your bones were broken and you died, you would still come back.

My—

My Momma would'a still come back.

"How could I have known for sure, huh? Until we found Jim, I had no proof Jenner was even tellin' the truth. You saw how crazy that mother f—"

Glenn cuts him off. "That is not your call. Okay?"

"When Daryl found out about the walkers in the barn," Lori adds, "He told everyone as soon as he had the chance."

Rick don't care. "Well... I thought it best if people didn't know."

Glenn and Dad look right at me. Like they've both thought the same thing I have. They're the only ones here that know what happened to my Momma. I remember telling Glenn about it at the CDC. Momma. We were outta the city when it happened. It was the night the world ended twice. First when we got the call, and again when our neighbours tried to eat us. It's a lot of people's worst ever night. It's mine.

I won't ever know for sure, but I'd be kidding myself if I thought the rules didn't apply to my Momma.

At least we know that if any of us were to die, the others would make sure we didn't turn. Survivor's honor, or whatever it's called.

The silence goes on for so long that he just gives us one last look over, turns, and walks away. Nobody cares where.

Dad crouches; looks up at me. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah," My voice wobbles, but I'm telling the truth. "I just... Don't wanna think about it."

Glenn clears his throat. "Well, it looks like we don't have much of a choice about this. We need to set up camp."

As everyone slowly breaks off to do their part, Dad takes my hand and leads me over to his motorcycle. "Got somethin' for ya."

Oh, right. The hearing aid; bits and pieces.

I'd almost forgotten.

"I hope it ain't complicated," I tell him, fiddling with my craggled ear. "Maggie said Herschel don't know about this stuff."

"We'll figure it out." He promises, before squeezing my hand and letting it go. "I ain't even sure if they work."

He opens the saddlebag, taking out a wrinkled plastic bag. He reaches in and pulls out what looks like an unusually shaped piece of skin-colored plastic with a rubber bulb on the end. And two other hearing aids, one brown and one purple, the type I'd recognise.

He stuffs the bag away and tucks some hair behind my good ear, making room to stick the first one in.

"I think it goes like that." He leans in closer, messing around with something on the back of it. "How do I—...?"

Something clicks.

All of a sudden, there are birds in the trees.

My eyes go wide, jaw dropping, gawking out at the forest like I've never seen one before.

A grin sneaks its way onto my face.

"The birds," I muse quietly, taking in the sounds of their distant chirps. "I can hear 'em, Dad."

It's not perfect. It's not as crisp as it was before. I think the batteries are low. But I don't care. It's still one of my favorite sounds.

He's smiling faintly up at me. "Good."

"Dad, your voice!"

"My voice?"

"I forgot what it's s'posed to sound like," I giggle. "It's so loud. And annoying."

He snorts, giving my butt a smack for being silly. "Well now when ya tire of my naggin', you can just pull that thing out."

As quickly as it had come to life, it makes a crackling noise, a sudden beep, and then there are no more birds.

I pluck the aid out my ear, giving it a bittersweet look. It didn't last forever, but it was nice while it did.

He mumbles something; then, louder, "We'll find some more batteries soon. Sorry, baby."

"Don't be sorry." I say. "It was perfect."

After packing them back into the saddlebag, we leave to collect firewood together. I imagine the sounds of the birds around us.

Night comes. We can't stop it.

I pretend we're camping.

We're not stranded. No, we just decided to go on a camping trip together because we thought it would be fun. That's why we're all huddled around a campfire in the dark, instead of sleeping in our beds at the farm. I'm curled up against Dad's stomach, which is better than a bed, I think. Beth's cuddled into her Dad's side, too, staring into the flames while Maggie and Glenn whisper to each other beside them.

I wish we had a deck of cards. I wish any of us would wanna play.

We got nothing but a wall of stone to protect us from the forest on the other side, but I pretend that away, too.

I just focus on the sound of an owl hooting somewhere off in the trees. I bet it ain't scared. Owls; they know the night.

Tomorrow, we're gonna have cheap steak and ketchup for breakfast, and then Merle's gonna let me sit on his shoulders just like always.

"We're not safe with him," Carol suddenly mutters, and that's not something I can pretend away. I'm back here, now, and we're stranded. No steak. No ketchup. No Merle. "Keeping something like that from us. Why do we need him? He's just gonna pull us all down."

Maybe I don't wanna be camping, anyway. It's good enough right here, surrounded by the people I care about.

"Nah." Dad's voice is a rumble in my lower back. "Rick's done alright by me and mine."

I cuddle further into him, shuddering lightly as he rubs my cold arms. His leather vest don't make a great blanket.

"You're his henchman." She reminds him. "And I'm a burden."

He scoffs. "And Harley?"

"You both deserve better," She says softly, her face pensive in the orange light.

It don't matter what we deserve, I told Shane when he said the same thing.

Unamused, Dad pries, "What do you want?"

"A man of honor."

"Rick has honor."

They leave it at that. I think they wish we had a deck of cards, too.

The owl hoots again.

Then, a branch breaks.

CRACK.

I straighten.

"What was that?" Beth murmurs worriedly. "Was it a walker?"

We all stare off into the dark, ready to fight whatever might come out of it.

"Could be anythin'," Dad mumbles as he stands, readying his bow. "Could be a racoon. Could be a possum. Could be the Easter bunny."

Carol hugs herself. "We need to leave. I mean, what are we waiting for?"

"Which way?" Glenn asks.

Maggie points at the thin trees behind T-Dog. "It came from over there."

"That's back from where we came."

"Yeah."

"The last thing we need is for everyone to be running off in the dark." Rick scolds us, reminding us he's here. The light from the fire washes him in flame, the dried blood on his forehead glistening with sweat. "We don't have the vehicles. No one's travelling on foot."

"Don't panic," Herschel soothes us all calmly, still clutching his shotgun.

Maggie argues, "I'm— I'm not sittin' here, waitin' for another herd to blow through. We need to move. Now."

"No one is goin' anywhere," Rick snarls.

"Do something!"

"I am doin' somethin'!" He retorts. If he really was that rubber band, this is the part where he would snap in two. "I am keepin' this group together. Alive! I've been doing that all along, no matter what. I didn't ask for this. I shot my best friend for you people, for Christ's sakes! For you Daryl, and you, Harley. I was the one that took care of Jim. Me! Everything! Everything has been on me!"

I know I said we were supposed to be angry with him. But, actually, I think we're just scared.

Lori's holding Carl's head to her chest. Dad stands in front of me, as if he doesn't want me to see. T-Dog, Glenn, Maggie; all with their mouths sealed shut, not sure where to look, or what to say. Is this really the same Rick that comforted me at dinner?

"Maybe you people are better off without me." He shrugs, taunting us. "Sure. Go ahead."

I've never had to be a leader before. I did have to kill Shane, but Rick's done so much more for us. I'm not better off without him.

"I say there's a place for us out there, but maybe—" He's just rambling, now. "Maybe it's just another pipe dream. Maybe I'm— Maybe I'm fooling myself again. I'm just as much a sucker as Shane was. But, hey, why don't you go find out yourself?"

He sweeps his hand behind him, presenting us with the forest.

"Huh? Send me a postcard."

I can't hear the owl anymore. I think it flew away.

"Go on. There's the door. You think you can do better? Let's see how far you get."

I pull the leather of Dad's vest up to my face, shyly peeping over the top of it; breathing shakily. I don't want to see how far I can get. I want to stay right here with my people, whether we're starving or not; freezing or not. I think everyone else does, too.

Or at the very least, they want to stay here where there's a warm fire and guns.

"No takers?" He lilts. "Fine. But get one thing straight. If you're staying—"

He pins every single one of us with a look.

"— This isn't a democracy, anymore."

That word Dale used. The one that means things is fair.

Then he sits right back down where he was before, like he didn't just threaten to abandon us all.

Slowly, everyone else sits back down too, because there's nothing else to do. We all heard him. We can't leave. When Dad settles in behind me again, I squirrel into his chest, his arms wrapping around me. There's no sound except for the branches crackling in the fire and the heartbeat beneath his shirt. I don't know where we go from here. But I do know Dad will keep me safe, and Rick will keep the group safe. He's worked himself raw and bloody to make sure we survive. The fish fry, the CDC, the highway, Shane, the fall of the farm. All of it.

We didn't survive all that bullshit just to fall apart now. There's still something out there for us.

We just have to find it.

Author's Notes.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed 😊

I'm sad to see the farm go, but we had a nice time while we were there.

Please leave a comment! I'm anxious to hear from you all after so long :)

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[sunnylands-world]

Run away mommy - Draco x reader 

Summary: reader gets pregnant 

It had been two weeks of waking up and vomiting and throwing up but you pushed it aside assuming it was a stomach bug but then it was a new month and your schedule said it was time for your monthly friend and when she didn't come you realized something was up so you looked into it rushing to a muggle store for a test. you waited for time to be up and once it was you saw it was positive your face went pale as you forgot the pill on your desk. you were a wreck. how would Draco react and as you sat the more you realized you didn't want to find out. So you called your friend telling her you need to stay at her place but before you left you wrote Draco a note to find after work.

Dear Draco, I'm starting by saying sorry I'm not home. i left because…well i'm pregnant and my terrible memory didn't remind me to take my pill before we had sex last time. i'm so sorry i left by draco xoxo love y/n

Draco came home excited to see the love of his life only to find she was gone. in a panic he rushed around calling for you but you didn't answer. He ran to your room to see if you were there finding the small paper instead. his heart tightened as he feared that maybe someone else had caught your eye or worst his nightmare became reality and the dark lord came back and took you. he breathed in preparing himself before he grabbed the paper eyes scanning for a reason for your absence soon he finished tears filled his eyes As he felt relief fill him.

you weren't really gone but as quickly as he felt peace he also remembered he was a soon to be dad but his girl had left and was gone in a world of people. Draco wanted to be a dad and the days he wasn't waking in a cold sweat he was dreaming of a place with you. baby in your arms looking tired but beautiful as always and he saved it to his happy place and in another he was teaching his little boy or girl to ride his or her first broom for Quidditch getting upset that they couldn't stay on but you would be there to kiss and comfort them back into trying and he would sit out all day till his kid learned and felt like the best. The list went on about these fantasies but now he had to find you. so he thought hard.

called your parents, siblings, friends till he remembered weeks later after feeling hopeless that Luna had been who you went to when you guys had fights. He rushed there Banging on the door anxious to find his last bit of hope to be correct and when you opened the door he cried and pulled you close. "don't ever leave me again. please your all i have y/n please. promise me will talk before you do that please." he begged both of you on your knees as he cried into your neck. you hugged him back. "I was afraid draco. I was scared you didn't want this" you told him.

"y/n don't ever fear that i would leave you because you're giving me a gift and another person to have around to love. i want to be a dad and i hope my son or daughter won't run like their mother" he said and you laughed. "but if they do their dad will be there to chase them like i chase you my love.

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Hello! Here for the cozy OC asks 💙 can I ask for 🌙moon 🎃 pumpkin and ☕tea for Rift please?

Deeja, my love 🥰 Yes, of course you can ask for these! And for Rift too? Oh, he's such a great character. My little ADHD baby 💜

🌙 Share a song that reminds you of your OC.

🎃 Share an OC quote that represents them the best.

I'm going to share a couple of my favorite Rift quotes because I do not have enough self-control to choose just one:

"Are you edible?" "What do dolphins have to do with sex?" "IT'S BUZZING. BUGS BUZZ." "I got a frog!" "There's no such thing as too many cookies." "I can take this one out of my mouth if you want." "Someone throw these darts at my head!" "I hope a giant germ eats you in your sleep."

☕ Share a fun fact about your OC.

Rift wants to be a pilot! He's always dreamed about being amongst the stars. On rare, clear nights on Kamino he'll stargaze and picture himself up there, barrel-rolling a starfighter through the vast expanses of space. He wouldn't mind piloting a LAAT, but he'd rather be in space then near the ground.

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[sribbles-drabbles]

Hey I have a small request and was wondering if you could write fluff about Trey , Malleus , Idia or Diavolo?

If you chose to do this thank you very much😇

Thanks so much for the request!!! Not quite sure you wanted in general for fluff, but given how many characters you asked for i’m going to do fluffy head cannons if that’s alright!!

♣️Trey Clover♣️

This man-

You wanna pay attention to him??? Him??

He’s flattered that you love him

Often offers to bake for you or bake WITH you if you prefer

He’ll make any recipe you that you want but keep you within the realm of reality (No you can’t have a cake made our of pie crust)

He’s a busy guy as a vice house warden so any time he gets to spend with you he’ll often relax and recharge

For him, you’re his battery. He likes to cuddle or watch movies, and any attention you’re willing to shower upon him is greatly appreciated

Looks for you often when he has a break. If you choose to hide from him as a joke, let the game of hide and seek begin!!

His younger siblings back home ask about you a lot as well as his parents. They’re all super excited to meet you, and Trey feels just a tad overwhelmed, but is happy they approve.

Nicknames: Love, Babe, Sweetheart

“Hey babe, I’m home…Riddle had a lot of paperwork today, so I’m feeling peckish, mind if I make us something sweet?”

💚Malleus💚

This man may appear intimidating but is actually fluffy as hell

He’s super touch starved and loves your attention

When you first started dating he’d get you flowers everyday until you had to tell him to stop because you had no space for all of them

Another big cuddle-bug behind closed doors

He just likes sitting with you, wether it be in the quiet or while you two talk the night away

He loves to spend time outside with you, mostly at night because it gives you both more time alone

This goes without saying, but Lilia already views you as his future child in law wether you like it or not bc even after a week or 30 years of being together Malleus never shuts up about you

Tells others how wonderful you are and how happy you make him

On one of your many walks or hang out sessions, ask the man about gargoyles and he’s yours

He almost physically melts and then proceeds to tell you about them for 5 hours while cuddling you close. (He only stops at dawn)

Nicknames: Child of man, my dearest, my darling

“Ah, you wish to know about the gargoyle near the entrance of the Academy? Well my dearest, I will tell you any and all secrets I know, so please listen closely~”

💙Idia💙

Otaku (derogatory) jk (Affectionate)

Idia is not exactly a social person, so if you managed to become his S/O you must have some strong will and personality he can clique with

Given all that you’re definitely the social butterfly of the two of you and while Idia doesn’t understand it, he DOES appreciate it

You slowly pull him out of his shell along with Ortho’s help

You and Ortho got up early and made him breakfast and cards for his birthday one year and he nearly started crying

Nearly. Refuses to let you see him cry.

He tries to be strong and a bit braver for you but is still really anxious

MASSIVE cuddle bug

Dear LORD is he touch starved, thus he’s super clingy and loves to hold you behind closed doors or not

While he’s pretty much totally against PDA he’ll never NOT hold your hand. It calms his anxiety a lot, especially when you give it a reassuring squeeze

Buys you all the merch you want bb

Nicknames: Babe, Baby, Angle face

“Y-You wanna come with me to this week’s board game club meeting?”

⭐️Diavolo⭐️

This man is BUSY

Being the prince and current ruler of an entire realm is hard work, and if you’re willing to make time to be with him around both of your busy schedules he’s over the MOON

Tea time together is a MUST. He asks Barbatos to make your favorite tea and sweets for the times you two are together

He’s unfortunately not a subtle one so prepare for some inadvertent PDA

Like, he’d make a whole festival just to celebrate you and how much he adores you

You’re just to great in his eyes and he wants you to know that!!

He’s less of a stay home and cuddler more of a “let’s go on a walk/mini adventure!!”

I say he’s tired but I mostly mean of work. He has golden retriever every and simply wants to do lots of fun, high energy, things with you to “relax”.

If you genuinely need a break however, he’s more than content to go bother the brothers while you simply watch fondly and are served tea by Barbatos

Nicknames: Darling, My dear, my Queen

“My dear!! It’s so wonderful to see you!! Did you know that Devildom is having a fireworks show tonight? We should go together!!”

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[wayward-persephone]

What do you think each of Ethan’s characters nicknames are for the reader?🌸 Like “honey”, “baby” or “love”💗

I absolutely adore this question 💙🥺

Some are pretty self-explanatory

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

"My Treasure". Really anything with "my" in front of it is something he would use because you are his. But he definitely would call you treasure because he thinks you are something precious that he wants to protect and keep from everyone else.

Arthur Harrow

"My little Goddess"

Edward Dalton

"Sweetheart." May or may not be related to how sweet he finds your blood, but mostly because you see past his fangs and he adores you for it.

Troy Dyer

"Puppy"

"Sunshine." Started out as a teasing name, but gradually became an endearment.

Goodnight Robicheaux

"Mon Cher"

Ellison Oswalt

"Beauty" or "Beautiful"

King Aurvandil War-Raven

"Little Dove" or "My Queen"

James Sandin

"Darling"

Russell Millings

"Honey"

Sal Procida

"Doll" or "Doll face"

Travis Conrad

"Sweetcheeks"

Ernst Toller

"My love"

Paul

"Bug". I have no idea why, but I feel like he would definitely call you this. Maybe it started off as a joke or a term of annoyance however now it's definitely a term of endearment from him.

James Costa

"Kitten"

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[beeceit]

I have a few..... Since Bitty chirps as well as talks does that mean Casey's gonna chirp a lot with him? Also how old is Casey? Is Casey Bitty's big brother or are they closer in age? Is Bitty more attached to Leonardo due to the fact that Leonardo helped him calm down first? What is Bitty's reaction to Donatello gonna be? Does Bitty sort of recognize the older turtles as looking like his brothers or no? How is Bitty going to react to Michaelangelo? Is Bitty's favorite place in Leonardo's scarf? Cause that seems really cute. Is Casey gonna be jealous of the attention Bitty is getting or is he too curious about Bitty to care? Has anyone told April and Cass about Bitty's arrival, and what do they have to say about the baby? How would Raphael react if Bitty cursed in front of him? Who would get blamed first for that?

Your baby has taken up a lot of my brain space and I can't stop thinking about how things are going to go with the future gang and I am terrified for the other babies that just got put in a horrible bad timeline because of this situation but I'm curious to see how this is gonna go.

❤️💜💙🧡

I'VE BEEN STARING AT THIS AND GRINNING ALL DAY AT WORK, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I'VE BEEN TO ANSWER THIS!!!!

(this will get long lol)

Since Bitty chirps as well as talks does that mean Casey's gonna chirp a lot with him? Also how old is Casey? Is Casey Bitty's big brother or are they closer in age?

Casey will try his best! The uncles tease him for it, lovingly, but they think it's the most adorable thing in the world. Casey is currently 3, while Bitty is 1 and a half. He's gonna be SUCH a good big brother

Is Bitty more attached to Leonardo due to the fact that Leonardo helped him calm down first?

Leonardo seems the most familiar to him for reasons that he can't understand. He's also SUCH A DAD even if he won't admit it

What is Bitty's reaction to Donatello gonna be?

He's gonna be a little spooked at first, Donnie's poking and prodding doesn't exactly help, but he'll warm up to him pretty quick and as he gets older they will be very close. Right now Donnie wants to study him like a bug

Does Bitty sort of recognize the older turtles as looking like his brothers or no?

Nah, he's too little to be able to piece that together. They seem weirdly familiar to him, but the poor thing is only one and a half, his brain is literally not big enough for that

How is Bitty going to react to Michelangelo?

He LOVES Uncle Angelo! Mikey is very good with kids and plays a lot with Bitty. His hair is his second favorite place for a nap :) (it reminds him of Splinter's fur)

Is Bitty's favorite place in Leonardo's scarf? Cause that seems really cute.

It is :3 It's soft and warm and he can hear Uncle Nardo's heartbeat and breathing which is very comforting for him! Even more if he's singing or laughing or talking

Is Casey gonna be jealous of the attention Bitty is getting or is he too curious about Bitty to care?

Maybe for a day or two, but he's curious and having fun with Bitty so it's all good. He's also got his mom, his aunt, and his four uncles on top of whatever other adults are closest to the family, so he's definitely not being left alone or anything, there's more than enough people to pay attention to them both :)

Has anyone told April and Cass about Bitty's arrival, and what do they have to say about the baby?

They'll be finding out at the top of next chapter, before they announce it to the whole base. They're both kinda weirded out, April is especially worried for the family he left behind, but they absolutely adore him. Casey Sr is especially excited that Jr will have a friend and immediately considers Bitty her kid. They both take up Aunt status very quickly

How would Raphael react if Bitty cursed in front of him? Who would get blamed first for that?

He'd be absolutely scandalized and immediately search for the culprit. His immediate suspect is the twins and neither of them are getting away without a smack on the head! (It was Mikey's fault though <3)

#pob #pob dissected

[seungfl0wer]

Hi!^^ I really love your works^^

Can you please do petname headcanons (what they like to call his s/o or what they like to be called by their s/o)?

Please and thank you~ ♡︎♥︎

God I loved this one! Tysm for requesting this! Also Tysm 💙 I really love writing so I hope it shows threw! Side note: I couldn’t really think of what they’d like to be called I hope that’s alright.

These are just MY opinions

*Stray Kids Pet Names*

Bangchan:

•Would call you things like:

•Darling

•Sweetheart

•Princess/Prince

•Baby girl/boy

•Definitely would come up with something cute to do with your name

Lino:

•You have 2 options with Lino

•Either normal ones like

•Babe

•Honey

•Or weird ones like

•Sweet pounding pie😂

•Probably call you kitten

Changbin:

•He’d have so many for you

•Gorgeous would be his top one

•Sweetie

•Darling

•His Queen/King

•Probably would also call you his “Wife/Husband”

Hyunjin:

•Definitely would be something like

•My flower

•Sunshine

•My love

•Would probably call you his muse too

•He may cringe at these for others but not for you

Han:

•He doesn’t have many different ones

•Would stick to babe a lot

•Probably have one special one like

•Love bug

•Or his Heaven

•Probably calls you “Mrs/Mr Han”

Felix:

•Loves Loves pet names

•Would give you a new one all the time

•Would call you his love alot

•Honey

•Sweetheart

•Angel

•Light of my life

Seungmin:

•Most likely give you an animal pet name

•Probably something like

•Lamb or

•Hunny Bunny

•Like Lino would probably give you a few funny ones

•Sugar lips

Jeongin:

•Kinda like Han

•Would cringe at himself if he gave you anything to cutesy

•Sticks with babe

•Has one he calls you that no one is allowed to hear/Know

•Probably something like

•Muffin or

•His love

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[happy-beeeps]

so I'm obsessed with your echo fic like almost got me crying. I NEED MOREEEE I WANNA SEE WHAT HES LIKE AS A HUBBY AND DAD PLSSSSSSS YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND ILYSM 💙🖤❤️

AHHH YOURE SO KIND THANK YOU😭❤️🫶🥰

I’m actually working on part 2 of the echo fic! So as to not give too much away I’ll give you some of my headcanons on husband!echo!! (Also this is my first headcanons post I’m so sorry if it’s awful)

First and foremost, this man would work himself into a tizzy making sure your proposal is PERFECT

he’s got all these plans because you deserve them, but then the second he’s gonna start he freaks himself out, like he’ll get ready and then be like,,, wait ahaha ha ahaha ahaha

He still has a lot of self worth issues but everyday they get better and better because of the love you and his brothers send his way!

Because of this, even though by the second time you know what’s happening, you try and be gentle with him, it’s very endearing

When he finally asks you, it’s so spur of the moment

Y’all are on some ridiculously beautiful system after a mission and he just looks at you and is like “yep. This is it.”

And that’s basically what he says! (You say yes obviously)

You guys don’t have a super blown out wedding ceremony, in fact, you guys exchange some vows right then and there and he comms Rex over to officiate it (that feels like something a captain can do?)

Afterwards, you guys go on an impromptu mini honeymoon to Pabu to see the rest of your family (and because omega would kill you if you didn’t celebrate with her)

Pabu is perfect, and you spend your days eating fresh caught dinner and fruits and lounging on crystal clear water

You’ve always been a part of Echo’s family, but there’s something warmer about being officially a part of it

Echo is like the most supportive and doting husband

He’s the guy who’s like “yes!! Fuck them up honey!!! That’s my spouse!!!” And then the second things start going south he jumps in

He’s going to protect you with every fiber of his being, but he respects you enough to know that you’re a tough cookie

He’s suchhhh a cuddle bug, like, holoflic nights on the couch are his love language

Dad!echo

At first he’s apprehensive about having kids

Let’s be so real, you’ve already begun mothering Omega, and this isn’t really the safest time to be bringing kids into the world

If you’re having biological kids, I feel like the baby would be a ✨welcome surprise ✨

Otherwise it happens quick either way, there’s a little baby in Pabu who needs parents, and you and Echo just know it’s the perfect situation

He’s all in the second it becomes reality for him

Like… baby bjorn every day, painting the nursery

You cannot separate this man from his child

You know how Din brings Grogu everywhere? Echo vibes.

Like this man is walking through Pabu in the most dad outfit ever and the baby strapped to his chest

Omega looooves having a little baby to hangout with, and she plays with the baby any chance she gets

One time you caught him going through old holos of his brothers, he’s so ready to tell your child stories about Uncle Fives

BONUS: Uncle Rex comes over all the time when you’ve settled on Pabu, and it’s really not uncommon to see the two of them standing around the house with their hands on their hips trying to figure out new DIY projects

At the end of the day, Echo see’s you and the baby as his second chance, his gift at a new life. He doesn’t waste a day and wants to shower you both with all the love he can (which you happily reciprocate)❤️

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