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sourwolf-sterek32 · 5 years

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Unforgettable Memories ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick's younger sister. You used to be in the military and have enough PTSD to last a lifetime. With Shane's help you created the quarry camp and came across the Dixon brother’s in the woods. You bought them back to camp, but after that everything changed and you were still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or not.

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Rick’s Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Blood, guts, language (just usual twd warnings)

Chapter 1-

You were in the military before all of this, an army soldier to be exact and you were halfway through your second tour in Afghanistan when you got the call that your brother, Rick Grimes, had been shot and was in critical condition. You were on the first plane back to the states the following morning, only to learn that Rick was in a coma and might never wake up.

You visited Lori and Carl a few times, but you spent most your time by your brother's bedside at the Harrison Memorial Hospital. Shane visited everyday after his work shift, bringing fresh flowers that Lori had given him to place by Ricks bed. Lori and Carl had visited once while you had been back, but she didn't want Carl to see his father like that and you didn't blame her. He looked so pale, so weak, so vulnerable and you hated seeing your big brother like that.

The two of you were as close as siblings could get. You grew up always by each other's side and since Shane was Ricks best friend you grew up around him as well.

When the dead started to rise, you refused to leave your brother alone. Your Commander in the military had called you multiple times ordering you to come back to base. He said that they needed all the soldiers they could get to fight against the dead, but you couldn't leave your brother. It was selfish, but you couldn't leave Rick.

However, once the power got shut off, the dead began to overrun the hospital and the army began gunning down civilians in the hallways. You and Shane had no choice, but to leave. Shane had pressed his ear to Rick's chest once his oxygen and support machines got shut off, but he didn't hear a heartbeat. He said Rick was dead and Shane literally had to drag you out the hospital because you refused to believe that your brother was dead.

He drove you straight to Ricks house to find Lori and Carl hiding inside in terror, but they both relaxed slightly when they saw the two of you. While Shane told the mother and son about Rick, you went straight to the spare bedroom where you had dropped off your stuff when you first got back from Afghanistan and quickly grabbed all your gear.

You swapped your denim jeans for your military camo cargo pants, knowing they would be more realistic and easier to run around in than a pair of tight skinny jeans. You clipped your belt on next, containing your tactical knife, compass, rope and your silenced Glock 18 before throwing your AR-15 assault rifle over your shoulder with the gun strap. You made your way back into the main room of the house to find Shane hugging a crying Carl and Lori.

"Dad's dead." Carl whispered, looking over at you and you nodded, feeling tears rising in your eyes again.

"I'm sorry, Carl. I'm so sorry." You mumbled, as your nephew let go of his mother and ran over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he hugged you tightly. Neither of you moved for the next few minutes, as you glanced over at Shane who was still hugging Lori, but you didn't miss the tears falling down the man's cheeks at the loss of his best friend.

"We need to get out of the city. My boss said there's an army rescue base set up at Fort Benning. I say we grab all the supplies we can and take Shanes jeep and go." You instructed, as Carl pulled away from you and glanced over at his mother as she nodded in agreement before you all began packing up.

You guys had come across the Peletier family on the road and although you hated Ed, his wife and daughter were good people, so you guys stuck together. You had a suspicion that Ed was abusing his wife, but what could you do about it? So, you just tried to keep Carol and Sophia with you guys and not alone with Ed as much as possible.

Eventually you guys made up a makeshift camp at a quarry outside the city and within a week you had a whole group of people; Dale, Andrea, Amy, Jim, Jacqui, the Morales family, Glenn and a few others. You guys used resources in the area to continue on your daily lives like food, water and shelter. Dales RV turned into a watch post, with his deckchair and shade umbrella set up on the roof along with a scoped .22 rifle. It provided a good watch point since you could see the entire camp and would be able to spot a walker before it reached the camp, but luckily most the walkers were in the city and hadn't ventured too far from it, although you knew that wouldn't last forever.

Nobody really elected a leader of the group, but everyone followed and listened to you and Shane and when there was a problem, they all came to the two of you first. You had a few rules set in place, like how nobody was to go off on their own without telling someone or that the campfire at night could be no taller than the rocks stacked up around it so you couldn't draw in any walkers or unwanted attention.

You became close to Glenn and Dale over the first week, but you were friendly with the whole group, minus Ed. Everyone seemed to get along which was a relief, but you hated how close Lori and Shane were getting. She had only just lost her husband, Shane only just lost his best friend and the two of them were acting like Rick had been dead for years. You wanted to confront the two of them about it, but you didn't want to stir shit up and Shane was good with Carl and seeing your nephew happy was enough for you to keep your mouth shut.

"Y/N? You alright to go out there on your own?" Glenn suddenly questioned as you began making your way towards the woods to go out hunting. The group was alright for food at the time being, but you knew the canned food and fish Andrea and Amy were catching would run low eventually, so you figured bringing back a few rabbits or squirrel or hell even a deer would do the camp well.

"I always am." You replied, turning around to find Glenn looking at you from his spot on top of the RV on watch duty. You glanced around at the rest of the camp, various tents and vehicles parked and set up, but everyone was still fast asleep as the sun slowly began rise along the horizon.

"Be careful, this group would be lost without you." Glenn called back, causing you to roll your eyes, but you nodded.

"Keep the camp safe for me while I'm gone." You responded as Glenn gave you an attempted soldier solute causing you chuckle shaking your head before you disappeared into the woods. It wasn't a secret among the camp that you were in the military, not that you tried to hide it with your army cargo pants, combat boots and weapons. You didn't really like talking about it though, the shit you had seen and went through overseas... it was all apart of the job, but it still never made it any better.

By the time the sun was shining in the sky above, you had managed to get two rabbits with your silenced pistol. You weren't stupid enough to fire your rifle, noise attracted the walkers so the quieter the better.

You continued walking through the woods, holding the two rabbits in one hand by their hindlegs, your other hand resting over the holster to your handgun. A tactic you learnt in the military, so you were always ready for anything.

"You're losing ya touch brother, haven't gotten a single rabbit or squirrel today." A voice suddenly said, the mans voice loud with a distinct southern drawl to it, so you figured he was from around the area, but he was clearly talking to someone- his brother- so you didn't take any chances as you quickly pulled out your handgun.

"Doesn't help when ya don't shut up for more than five minutes." Another voice responded, his tone deeper but with a familiar southern ring to it, but at least this guy knew better than to talk loudly when the dead were walking around.

"Whatever, man." The first guy said and a few seconds later the two of them walked out from behind a cluster of trees, one holding a crossbow, the other with a bolt-action rifle slung over his shoulders. But, before you even had a chance to say anything the older man spotted you as he pulled out a handgun that was tucked in the back of his pants and raised it in your direction. "Well, would ya look at that baby brother." The man said with a grin as the younger man quickly raised his crossbow in your direction.

"Whoa, easy fellas." You said calmly, holding your hands up slightly trying to show them that you weren't a threat. You could have easily drawn your handgun or assault rifle at them, but from your experience it was easier to calm someone down when you didn't have a weapon aimed at them.

Neither of you guys said anything for a few seconds as you sized the two of them up. The older one seemed to be a little more on edge, he was wearing a plain leather biker vest along with black tank top tucked into his jeans, sporting a very obvious circular belt buckle. The younger man was a bit more relaxed, his expression guarded, but his finger wasn't hovering over the trigger as he stared at you and you knew he was trying to read you as well. He was wearing a shirt that clearly had its sleeves ripped off and his hair was a longer than his brothers, but still short. They were definitely brothers, although they seemed to be at least five years apart.

"What's a pretty little girl like you, doing out here all alone?" The older man asked with a grin as you raised your eyebrow at him, not intimidated by him at all. You had dealt with nasty people and more specifically nasty men back in Afghanistan, this redneck was nothing.

"Just trying to survive, same as you guys." You replied, keeping your tone friendly as you contemplated how to deal with this situation. They had been out hunting, which meant these guys probably knew to take care of themselves out here and if you were being honest they could probably be useful around the camp. Most of the people at camp either did laundry, cooked or took turns on watch duty, beside you, Shane and Glenn, nobody ever helped go out scavenging or hunting. But the real question was, could you trust them? "Drop the weapons and let's talk."

"Now why should we listen to you?" The same man questioned, his eyes glued to you.

"Because I asked nicely, and I only do that once." You answered, your voice sterner than before as you glanced between the two brothers as the younger one lowered his crossbow before the older one followed suit and tucked his handgun back into his belt.

"You boys got a camp?" You asked, but before either of them could answer the familiar sound of walkers growling filled the air and you glanced over your shoulder to find eight of them staggering towards you. "Shit." You hissed under your breath as you dropped the two rabbits and pulled your knife from your belt.

You quickly slammed your knife through the first walkers skull with a satisfying crunch before you stabbed the next one, focusing on the walkers when suddenly an arrow whizzed past your face and hit the walker that was sneaking up behind you. You quickly glanced in the direction of where the arrow came from to find the younger brother already reloading his crossbow. You gave him an appreciative nod before the older brother finally joined in, helping you take out the walkers with his own knife.

"Ya can fight, I'll give ya that." The younger brother commented as you pulled your knife out the last walker as it fell to the ground motionless and you sighed with relief.

"You guys aren't too bad yourself. I'm Y/N. Y/N Grimes." You introduced, turning around to face the brothers as the younger one handed you the two rabbits you had dropped earlier, and you smiled taking them.

"Merle Dixon, this is my brother Daryl." The older man said, motioning towards Daryl who was now retrieving his arrows from the walker's heads on the ground.

"You guys can back with me if you want, I got a camp an hours walk from here, we got people, food, water, shelter. Could use hunters like you." You suggested, as you tucked your knife back into the sheath connected to your belt before focusing back on the two brothers.

"Why would ya want us to join your camp?" Daryl questioned in confusion as he threw his crossbow over his shoulder and stared at you.

"You guys seem like reasonable men and helped me against the walkers, so I figured you can't be that bad. So, please don't prove me wrong because it won't end well for you." You warned and you noticed the corners of Daryl's mouth twitched up slightly into a smile as Merle shook his head with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm in. We got a truck and motorcycle on the side of the road, let's go." Merle replied as he began walking off through the woods and you nodded walking beside Daryl as you guys followed the older Dixon. You told the brothers about the camp, explaining the few rules you had and general stuff like that and they both seem to understand the rules and didn't have an issue with how the camp was being run.

It only took a few minutes to reach the road spotting an old Ford pick-up truck along with what looked to be a Triumph motorcycle parked on the side of the road. Well, this'll be quicker than walking, you thought to yourself.

Merle took the motorcycle as you climbed into the cab of the truck while Daryl started up the engine and took off down the road, Merle following behind.

Neither of you really spoke on the drive other than occasional 'turn left' or 'turn right' as you instructed him how to get to the quarry. You liked the silence though, it was nice and maybe a little bit awkward, but you didn't mind. You got the feeling the Daryl didn't really talk much and you could tell he was completely different compared to his loud mouth brother.

"M'sorry 'bout my brother. He just doesn't know when to shut up sometimes." Daryl suddenly said quietly, breaking the silence and you looked over at him as he glanced over at you. Your eyes meeting his as you took in how blue they were before he turned back towards the road.

"Yeah, I noticed that. But, you don't have to apologise for him, it's fine." You replied, still looking at him as Daryl just nodded, his eyes never leaving the road and you found yourself wanting to know more about the man next to you. Everyone had a story and you were curious to know his, although you wouldn't want someone to ask about your past, so you kept your mouth shut as you continued to instruct him where to go.

As you reached the camp you told Daryl to pull up near the other vehicles as Merle parked the motorcycle beside the truck. You climbed out the truck, grabbing the two rabbits as you motioned for Daryl and Merle to follow you as you began walking into the camp before you spotted Shane marching towards the three of you, his shotgun resting on his shoulder as he glared at the two men.

"Y/N, who the hell are these guys?" Shane questioned pointing to the two brothers who were standing behind you like you had told them too, knowing that Shane wouldn't be happy that you bought new people into the camp.

"This is Daryl and Merle Dixon, I met them in the woods when I was hunting." You explained, taking a step towards Shane, not trusting him with the shotgun. You knew he would never hurt you, he was like a brother to you, but you didn't know what he might do to the Dixons if he decided that he didn't like them. You may be silently angry with Shane for what he's doing with Lori, but you didn't let that get in the way of things, he was still the man you grew up around and that would never change.

"You can't just bring new people into camp, we can barely feed the people have here!" Shane yelled taking a step forward as you quickly put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from getting any closer to the brothers. You glanced over his shoulder spotting everyone else staring around the camp all staring at the four of you curiously, Carl, Sophia and a few other kids all watching on and the last thing you wanted was for this to turn into a fight.

"We can hunt 'n provide for the group." Daryl suddenly said from behind you, but you didn't turn around as you focused your attention on Shane, your hand still resting on his shoulder.

"We'll earn our place, shouldn't be too hard by the look of y'all." Merle added.

"Merle." You warned, glancing over your shoulder towards the older Dixon who just shrugged his shoulders before you turned back to Shane. "I came across a small herd of walkers out there and they helped me. I vouch for them, they're good."

"A herd? Shit, are you alright?" Shane questioned taking a step back as his eyes scanned your body looking for any signs of injury and you nodded as he sighed. "Alright, welcome to our camp. I'm Shane Walsh. Y/N, you bought them here, you get them set up and show them around." Shane said, glancing from the brothers back to you as you nodded before he walked off. Well that went better then you expected.

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A/N- So, this is my first ever attempt at writing a rick sister!reader, so this is going to be interesting. I know this has started off a bit slow, but stick with me it will get better.

Anyway, the next chapter will be up soon and I hope you guys are enjoying it. But, until next time stay safe everyone and I hope you have a great day xx

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x Reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl x reader #The Walking Dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead imagine #rick grimes #Shane Walsh #twd #Norman Reedus

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strawberryamanita · 5 years

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Sympathy for the Devil

I'm aware this ficlet might be a little preachy, and it might run the risk of making some think I'm ruining the fun of what's going on now, but gdi I need to get this off my chest. Here we go:

The projection was turned off after Wilford gave his little spiel, and by the look on his face he was the only one amused by any of it. One giddy, smiling man wasn't really enough to bring any joy to the stoic, tired or even bored expressions on the other seven faces in the room. It was exceptionally early in the morning, but inspiration often struck Wilford spontaneously, and if he couldn't make some sort of plan or presentation before the motivation left him that idea was as good as gone. So, naturally, the seven most recent contacts on his phone got repeatedly messaged until they begrudgingly joined him in the boardroom.

Such was the way things were when you worked for Warfstache.

So, there they were, in their pajamas, exchanging looks to eachother, asking eachother in silence if they could believe this nonsense. Jim was barely bothering to keep himself awake, and had a tape recorder taking notes for him. Ed was rushed too quickly to the room to even get his glasses, and was uncomfortably squinting at the screen throughout the presentation. Google Green was in the process of sleepily plugging his body-charger into the wall, while Dr. Iplier did what he could to assist him with a half-awake helping hand. The Host was in his place, narrating as usual, but even his words were slurred and almost unintelligible with how tired he was. Bim appeared to be the crankiest of the bunch this morning, which certainly was saying something considering who was sitting at the head of the table…

Yes, though the motley crew that flanked the sides of the conference table were shuffled around at random, Dark always managed to find their way back to the head. They were the most awake, which didn't help any of the Egos’ gossiping theories that they didn't sleep. They sat with perfect posture, hands folded, completely still, as they always did. They were even wearing a clean-pressed suit, admittedly making some of the other employees a little self-conscious; Hell, even Wilford was wearing a nightrobe and slippers. Always attentive, always critical, always involved in what Wil had to say, even when they didn't agree with his doolally ideas.

They took everything so seriously. It was kind of laughable.

“So!” Wilford began, eyes alight with pride as he took his seat at the table. “Whaddya think? What impressions come knocking at the backdoor of your minds? What are your questions? Comments? Concerns? CRIES of outrage? Don't be shy, now…!”

Various, scattered groans of reluctance and hesitation floated around the room. What were they even supposed to say? Wil was always looking to improve on his ideas, bless his heart, but they were so odd and intangible that it was difficult figuring out where to begin. The Sun wasn't even fully out, how did he expect them to be awake enough for any of this?

Wilford's eyes were wide and lively as he excitedly scanned the room, looking for someone to speak up. “Nnnnnnnnnnoooobody?” he rang, the smile on his face unshakable.

I'd like to make a comment.

Even more groans came from the rest of the company when the deep, two-toned voice echoed from their other boss. Of course Dark had something to say. They always did. They always had to find a way to take up their time, and though the group's complaints rang clear, both Dark and Wil were unfazed. When Dark spoke, Wil listened, and he was always excited to.

“Darkiplier! You have the floor,” he trilled. “Please, stake your claim!”

The infallible enthusiasm in his voice almost brought a smile to the demon's stone-colored, stone-still face.

To begin with, they droned in their raspy monotone, you had a strong starting point; I have to admit, however, that you lost me somewhere down the line. Referring to the notes I've taken, you began your presentation talking about investing the extraneous income from your talkshow and television channel into other projects, but by the end of it, we were discussing, and I quote, “how much bubble soap would someone have to ingest for it to kill them”. Have I...missed something?

“My God, are you serious?”

Six pairs of eyes flew to the sneering gameshow host. Bim had been making scathing comments all morning: since it was unlike his usually chipper and quick-witted self, the others had laughed it off. At this time, however, it was starting to make the others uncomfortable.

“What's the problem, Mr. Trimmer?” asked Wilford, eager to settle any confusion as best he could.

“What's the problem? The problem is, these conferences are getting ridiculous.” He glared at Dark, who again appeared unaffected by his sudden desire to go on a tangent.

“What are you doing, Dark? Why are you entertaining this bullshit? We all know you have better things to do.”

...Because that's the reason for the meeting? Dark responded, confused at the younger Ego's confusion.

“Oh, come on, man, don't try and pretend you're following along. You're just as aware as anyone else here that this shouldn't be taken seriously.”

Wilford pouted. “Well, hey, now…”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Warfstache, this actually isn't really even about the meeting. You say whatever stupid shit you want --”

“Hey!”

The others in the group began to speak up, their protests overlapping, but Bim's voice still cut through the air to get to Dark, and they could hear every word.

“--I'm talking about you. What game are you playing here, huh?”

...I'm...not--

“Don't say you're not. Don't act like any of us are still blind to this. What part of your scheme is this for? We all know you don't actually care about any of this --”

“Bim, you need to stop--”

“-- so what're you even here for? Why are you not locked up in your room, like you always are, brooding and plotting your rampage of revenge? Isn't this getting in the way of all that? What kind of trick are you tryna pull?”

When Bim was finished with his outburst, all that could be heard was The Host's muttering and the soft ringing surrounding the accused's form. Wil was alert and angry, his eyes flickering between the two, getting ready to break them up if things got ugly. Everybody else more or less braced for impact. Did Bim have a death wish? What did he think he was doing? Nobody badmouthed Dark, no matter how much they hated them; anyone who did faced dire consequences.

Dark coughed out a laugh. They were clearly surprised at Trimmer's little tantrum, but they looked far from ready to beat his ass.

Is that honestly all you think I think about? they questioned with a small smile.

“Is it not?”

Of course not.

The smile fell away slightly. If anyone had untensed even the slightest amount, they were as braced as ever for what was to come.

If I really only wanted to do away with...him... Dark challenged, don't you think I would have finished the job decades ago?

Everyone's eyes snapped back to Bim, whose face softened when he thought about their question.

Don't you think I've had every opportunity to snap his neck and be done with it?

“...I…”

I'm not here for revenge, Mr. Trimmer. There's more to my being here than that. There's more to me than spending every waking moment of my deathless quasi-existence scowling and shaking my fist. And, frankly, I'm a bit insulted that you would assume that little of me.

A few dirty looks were tossed Bim's way, and he shrank back in his seat under Dark's harmless but intimidating stare.

Have you never considered that coming to these meetings could simply be...relaxing for me? Have you never asked yourself if I ever wanted to get away from the ceaselessness of it all and just have a little fun every so often?

The shock, that had been until now just creeping onto Bim's face, hit him like a brick. What an idiotic thing to assume. What a moron he felt like.

There is more to me than who I was, they explained calmly, turning to the rest of the table. Like it or not, I am not those people. And, like it or not, I want to be seen as someone separate from them. What I've been framed as doesn't even scratch the surface to the rest of me. I am my own person, and I've learned to feel more than just pain and rage. I've grown accustomed to enjoying quite a bit of what Mr. Warfstache has exposed me to -- I wouldn't be able to get used to having any fun if it wasn't for him.

They flashed Wilford a small, lopsided small. The sickly-sweet reporter in return practically lit up like a Christmas tree, both touched that they were being this emotionally vulnerable and relieved they didn't explode over Bim's insensitivity.

So...no, Mr. Trimmer, they concluded, their expression dimming again. I'm not here with any malicious intent, and I'll thank you to not ask me that again. I am not as broken as I've been painted to be.

“Dark…?”

Their eyes floated back over to their equal. So did everyone else's.

“Thank you for your input,” Wil beamed. “Why don'cha go inside and wind down?”

Gladly.

In a flash of black static, Dark was gone as quickly as they had arrived. Wil's attention swung back around to his presentation like a boomerang.

“Alright, anyone else wanna give it a go? I wanna hear what you think how much soap is too much soap…!”

#darkiplier #my writing #markiplier #darkstache #bim trimmer #wilford warfstache #markiplier egos #the ipliers

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scythlyven-art · 6 years

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What would each egos act/job in the freakshow be? Like Dark probably takes the tickets and the Jim’s probably show off their twin-ness, but what else do they do?

Dark: You’re right he does deal with ticketing as well as advertisements for the show. He’s the director so essentially he’s in charge of the entire thing. He makes sure that everything runs smoothly while dealing with any… issues that may arise. At the end of the day all of the other egos, even Wilford, fear him no matter how nice he may seem around guests because they know that even if they slip up once or make one mistake there will be hell to pay. I also feel like he can disguise himself around guests, appearing normal and looking exactly like Damien but when he’s around the other’s he appears in the monochromatic glitchy way.

Wilford: Wilford is the actual Ringleader of the show. He’s the one who goes out on stage and runs the performance aspect of the show. Will also doubles as a knife thrower (from his love of knives and stabbing things) so he has his own mini performance before everyone else. Other than that he’s still the same psycho bubbly man that we all love.

The Host: He’s a seer who can see into the future and the past, with limits of course. When he’s on stage performing he appears more as a magician. He can make things appear and disappear with just his voice to manipulate the world around him. Offstage, he’s very quiet and tends to keep to himself but he does hold mini pre-show sessions where he “predicts peoples futures” for a price.

Google: He’s in charge of all of the technical aspects of the show. It’s his job to make sure all of the lights, sounds, props run smoothly. When he’s performing he uses a mix of “shock therapy” and illusions to fool and trick his audience into believing anything. Google is still a robot though and as such still exerts robotic qualities although no guest would ever know that he’s a robot just by looking at him or watching him talk. Of course, because he’s a robot he still has the “ok google” feature so often times before a show, Dark makes him go out and interact with the guests. They just think he’s super smart but in actuality, he’s just a robot.

Yandere: I wanted him to be an escape/stunt artist. He helps the other egos when they want to perform a risky stunt but his own personal stunts are the most extreme and impossible ones you’ll ever see. He always pulls them off perfectly every time, however, if he does fail, he can’t feel any pain so unless he’s missing a body part he can usually convince the audience nothing went wrong.

Bim: His act differs a bit in each show. He hosts impossible death game shows where he selects a “willing” participant to play. Should they lose the game, to the audience it appears they disappear to simulate “dying in the death game” however what they don’t know is that the person actually dies and the body is saved by Bim for later since, you know, he’s a cannibal and all.

Dr. Iplier: Iplier doesn’t have an act in the show. He works as the egos personal medical officer. He also assists with guests should they somehow injure themselves while at the show. He’s very slimy and manipulative, almost like a snake… He also may be the reason nobody ever has a clear memory of the show. Like, they know they went and saw it they just can’t remember anything specific like the acts or what anyone looked like…

King: King is basically a wild man, being a “were-squirrel”, so his act would be similar to the shows that use lions or tigers. He tends to be really aggressive so usually, Wilford takes care of him during his act, making him do extreme and extravagant tricks all while trying not to get ripped to shreds or have his face eaten off. He’s surprisingly intelligent however he doesn’t have a very wide vocabulary (think of how the Hulk talks and that’s what I imagine for him) which I like to think makes him a little guard dog to Dark since he can gather information by sneaking around super quickly and quietly (like a squirrel) He can hide anywhere without being seen.

Silver: The original design for Silver kinda reminded me of an alien so I decided to take that idea and change it a bit by making him, well, an alien although he mostly shares the appearance of a spider. He’s a shapeshifter and can change his appearance at will to anything imaginable but strangely nobody ever sees it happen. They blink and he looks completely different, so he changes at different times to different people depending on when they blink. He is far creepier than the others (probably because of the whole alien/spider thing) but he likes to catch guests that wander a bit too far from where they’re supposed to be and play with them like a toy. He might even use them in his act…

The Jims: The Jims are flat out demonic. They’re not straight up demons like Dark is but they’re certainly not human and like to use dark magic to play tricks on people and that’s essentially what their act consists of. Messing with the audience and conjuring up shadow entities to help them. They’re conjoined twins who love to cause mischief but they can easily split into their own separate bodies whenever they’d like, they just prefer being together because it freaks people out. Think of every stereotypical sibling/twin relationship and that’s their relationship, whispering to each other and finishing each other’s sentences.

Ed: I made him a sharpshooter, capable of shooting the smallest objects with extreme accuracy at impossible distances. It’s almost like he has an extra pair of eyes with that crow that always follows him… so don’t ever get caught doing something you’re not supposed to by the crow because it will definitely snitch on you. Ed’s also as shady as he looks, swindling unknowing people out of their possessions or even kidnapping people (*cough* babies *cough*) and turning and using them in his acts, for work, or just selling them on the black market. It’s horrible but he has no moral code.

Bing: He is the epitome of the strongman in any circus. He can lift anything and I do mean anything. But that’s usually not enough of a challenge for him so he has Yandere put together stunts for him which usually involve a skateboard. He can also make a clone of himself which often has his own stunt he can perform that compliments the original Bing’s performance. So essentially, he’s the biggest narcissist of all of the egos and it shows.

Sorry for such a long answer but I felt this was the best way to respond to your question ^^

#markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #the host #googleiplier #bim trimmer #dr iplier #king of the squirrels #kots #silver shepherd #the jims #ed edgar #bingiplier

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bangtanficrecs · 6 years

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Lost & Found Batch #16

Here’s the newest batch! As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

1) Hi! I read a fic awhile back and I lost it :( . I know for sure it wasn't completeled, and it was taekook, with an ABO thing basically what happened was taehyung was forced to live with jeongguks pack bc other packs are after him bc he apparently can have kids as an Omega and namjoon and Jim and jeongguks parents and the head of the pack and taehyung and jeongguks start to fall in love but taehyung gets injured at some point so they stay in a safe house away from everyone???

2) There was this fic where every member was a shifter werewolf but jimin was human and he was paired with yoongi. And i remember him being friends with tae, also there was namjin as a side pairing, jimin moving to a village or something, they were going camping... this is all i can remember i hope you can help me find it 🙏🏻

light side of the moon by themelonlord

3) hello! i’m looking for a ff on ao3. i’m pretty sure namjoon is a producer, in once scene hes recording a song for an indie artist and he and another member have a convo, they had just gotten in a fight im prT sure. the artist that’s recording then says “you two should date” as theyre walking out or something like that, and namjoon says be quiet. the artist that was recording has an american name for SURE. i’m prT sure its namjoon and yoongi? ik its vague, sorry :( i appreciate your hard work!

4) there was a taekook fic where one of them was an anroid/ cyborg kind of thing and they kept him in a huge room. he was a really smart boy until he died and then he got turned into a cyborg? he had a traumatic past and died after remembering it(?) then they re- made him outside the room. that was vague but i read it a reeaally long time ago (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ) pls find it for me! thanks in advance!

5) I can’t remember the name of this one doc I read a year ago. I think it was jikook? Anyway, it was a soulmate au where any physical pain you felt your soulmate would feel too. Jungkook selfharms with a lighter, and Jimin feels his pain.

6) Hello, I’ve been searching for this fic for a while, it’s namjin, and I think it’s a one shot. Namjoon is really clumsy and having like a bad day and meets barista Jin and clumsily flirts and Jin gives him his number on a coffee cup in the end? I’ve tried a lot of googling I just can’t find it!!!!

7) Hey sorry to bother you but I've been searching on my own forever now and can't seem to find it. It's a taegi fic where yoongi is a wolf and tae a photographer. Yoongi warns tae to leave or there will be consequences but he doesn't. Yoongi ends up having to save tae and they run away but the alpha bit tae so he also becomes a wolf and yoongi has to teach him how to control it and in the midst of it goes into heat. If you know what fic this is it make me very happy!

8) Hi!! I love all your recs, and I was wondering if you'd be able to find this fic for me? It was a yoonkook fic where yoongi buys lingerie for kook I think and also yoongi really likes canned coffee?? Also at one point they go to stay at a cabin. As far as I can remember it's not an automated so they're still in bts?? Sorry its not much to go off but thankyou !!

good as gold by cyphertonic

9) hello!!! i was wondering if you know the name of a yoonseok fic? yoongi is being like a brat when they’re about to have sex and hoseok gets tired of it so he moves away and he makes yoongi edge himself until he falls asleep. hoseok also starts dirty talking to him and degrading him and yoongi starts crying bc hoseok says something along the lines like he’d “rather fuck someone else”. i’m not sure if this was enough detail, but thanks in advance! (-:

On The Edge With You by superrunnaturall

10) Hi, do you know the namjin fic where Jin has an eating disorder. Namjoon comes back from being away, notices Jin has gotten skinnier and finds out about Jin’s ED when he discovers a bag of wrappers in his closet? I think it was a one-shot. Thank you!

11) Hello! I've been looking for months for this one fic. It's where jungkook has these vivid dreams about a car crash. Same nightmare but it recurs. And then they basically act out the accident, but jungkook freaks out and saves them. I think it was jin/jungkook but it could also be ot7. Please help me find it!

I don't know the name, but I know more info about the fic in Lost and found Batch #16 (the 11th ask). Jungkook keeps having nightmares about the car getting hit by a truck and going over the side, into the water. He always wakes up right before "dying" because his seatbelt was stuck and Yoongi couldn't get it to open. One day they're in the car and Jungkook starts having a panic attack because of the premonition so they pull over. Then the group finds out that the accident happened further up

12) Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find a tic I read on ao3 a while ago! It’s was a yoongi/hoseok fic. I remember it was really long and a slow burn fic with lots of kissing. I remember they shared an apartment that they had just bought and the author had a this whole thing where they said “the point is their apartment is shit” and old it kept saying things like that. I also remember yoongi’s Dog was in it. Sorry I’m not very good at describing things

kiss me hard before you go by 777335

13) Hello, I can't find that fanfic where jimin sent a video to jungkook where jimin and taehyung was doing the do, and in the end of the fic jimin was saying "I won". Please help

I Can't Even by handintheshot

14) I’m looking for this fic where Yoongi is a radio host or smth and if I remember correctly so is Namjoon. There’s so relationship drama between the main ship (I forgot which one it was ;;-;;) and I’m pretty sure Jimin plays a significant role?? Sorry this is super vague T-T

The Dokkaebi Podcast by amanofpenrose

15) Hi, I really need help to find a fanfic of mainly about jikook couple that I’ve read a long time ago. I think it is completed either in the year of 2016 or 2017, I can’t remember exactly. So, basically, the setting in the space, in which Jimin helped Jungkook. Fast forward, Jungkook is allowed to stay and then become the youngest squad to explore the space etc. The story is told in present and past as jungkook and Namjoon are captured by rebels for five years. Side ship includes yoonjin

16) I've been trying to find a jin/yoongi fix that I read a while ago. I believe it was two chapters but not very long. Yoongi walks by jins shop each day but realizes he never noticed it before. I believe he smelled the baked goods and went in. Jins cat loved him. In the end basically jin tells yoongi that he is a witch and that he cast a spell to find love and yoongi is who walked through the door. Thanks in advance for the help! 😊😊😊

17) hi ! I was just wondering if you could help me find a fic? it's jin x jeongguk where jin is jeongguk's new neighbour and i'm pretty sure it follows jeongguk growing up and forming a crush on jin, or it might stay where theyr'e at the same ages; and all else i rmember that is noteable is that the first time they kiss or even get a little handsy it's in one of their cars and jeongguk c*ms in his pants bc he's just a teenager / inexperienced. thank you !

18) Hi! Could you help me find that fic where jimin is the top student in their Uni but he's more envied by the people bcs he's unmated yet he's always scented by Taehyung. But then JK comes in and chim falls for him? I remember a part of the fic where chim was about to be assaulted by a rogue wolf (alpha?) but then JK comes to sort of rescue chim. Thanks :)

19) I'm really desperate. I'm looking for a Taekook au where Taehyung is an art major and is assigned the theme of love. His childhood wasn't very warm as his parents are rich but didn't really take care of him. He meets Jungkook at a café, love at first sight, and gets an idea to fall in love with him to pass his class. Jungkook approaches him later bc he needs money and Taehyung uses him as a model. Jungkook is a reluctant business major that wanted to go into photography.

#lost and found #lost and found batch

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wristic · 6 years

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Now You’re a Real Criminal (Part 3)

Pairing: Edward Nygma X Reader Word Count: 2900 Warnings: I feel like Ed being a jerk in an adorable way should be a warning

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4-

The precinct was about as awkward as you imagined. He did, in fact, kill a few people there not a year ago. It was almost comical watching Ed stride in with a smile, relaxed around so many that wanted to choke him. Yet his threats were anything but funny. In a few words the room was helpless under the power of his authority. It was a wonder how awkward and bright you appeared, left behind after he spurred off to the forensics lab. Reluctant to break the screaming intensity of the room, you gave a small cough. Holding the clipboard close, the grumpy detectives Edward had threatened personally snapped their heads to you. With a glee you smiled and introduced your name, and more importantly, “I’m Mr. Nygma’s secretary!” Their glares raised into confused glances toward one another. “I got promoted this morning.” you added with a chipper tone. They both gave an even more confused smile. Jim was the first to cave, holding out his hand with a demeanor so polarized from the way he spoke to Ed. “Uh, Jim Gordon. Is there something you wanted?” “Oh! That’s right!” you gasped, “Mr. Nygma wanted me to collect any files on those hooded people?” “The Red Hood Gang?” Bullock asked, a hint of judging you in his tone. Your whole department should be talking them, with it being attacked by the crooks after all. “Yeah! I think so!”

The two shifted, Jim glancing away in Ed's last direction. When he came back to face Harvey, there was wide-eyed apology there. Harvey’s face fell annoyed but pleading, only for Jim’s face to twist into a sorry frown. Turning back to you with a bright smile, Jim offered, “If you don’t mind miss-”

“No-no-no-” Harvey begged under his breath. “You can follow Detective Bullock here and he’ll give you everything you need.” “Jim! Jim-no-” In a swish Jim was gone, stalking fast to catch Ed. Left alone with the defeated Harvey, you tilted your head in innocent expectancy. Harvey forced a smile before motioning for you to follow. Pattering to keep up, you decided to start some digging. “It’s hard to imagine Mr. Nygma working here. Was he always so… you know,” “Arrogant? Homicidal? A dick?” Holding back a smile you could only offer a nervous, “Uhh-” “No. Ed was a geeky little worm not six months ago. Annoying to boot. Always going off with his riddles…” He grumbled. “Yeah the riddles, what's all that about?" “Who knows. Ed’s always been a little screwy.” He opened the door and gave a little bow for you to come in. Seeing the file room, a chill ran up your spine remembering the graphic details of Ms. Kringle's death. 'Dismembered' was the favored description. Walking down an aisle, Harvey stopped and leaned on a cabinet. “Hey, how did you come into employment with Ed? You seem so…” He struggled to find a way of pointing out you appeared to only have a small fraction of Edwards intelligence. After a pained few seconds he saved with, “Nice!” You smiled wider trying not to laugh, “Thank you! A lot of people tell me that!” “They’re not wrong.” He pointed. “But Ed isn't the type that works well with others. He’s treating you alright, isn’t he?” “Well we’ve been working together for a little while but we’ve never had much interaction before. We would pass off the numbers for the campaign, you know, like all the stuff we have to buy to look good and sell the election. It’s a lot of work and it takes a lot of money. People might think it’s easy but it’s busy-busy all the time! One time, while I was hanging the bows-” “Is he treating you nice? Like, he doesn’t yell at you a lot does he? Or... make you do thing you’re uncomfortable with?” You bit your lips, looking off. Now was your chance. You could whisper how Ed was threatening you into playing his underling. How he was planning to kill people. How he wanted you involved and would kill you if you backed out in any way. Yet, Ed was Chief of Staff and could no doubt hire his own jury. Also he was a murderer and would be overjoyed to kill you on the slightest provocation you weren’t faithful. Down the road, after a lot of careful consideration and set up, you could come out. But right now this one old time detective wasn’t enough to bet on. “Mmmm-nope! He’s no different from any other boss I’ve had!” Harvey hummed to that, looking off almost disappointed. “But I only started working close with him this morning, if I see anything, I’ll know who to call!” Harvey nodded, not taking the veiled cry for help to heart and instead held out the thin folder. Turning the file over, disappointed with the lack of beef, you followed him out. Ed's gravel reached your ears and you lifted the file, waving it childishly, “Oh Mr. Nygma! I got the thingy!” Unimpressed with your act, Ed patted his knees and cheered like you were a little puppy, “Good job! Look at you! Shaping up to be a spectacular employee!” Offended he’d play so petty, it was hard to keep your glare back, the smile straining not to turn into a snarl as he walked by and ripped the file from your hand.

Bare feet kicked up on the couch, you flipped through what little there was to know about the Red Hood Gang and it’s previous affiliations. All the associates were dead, leaving this copy-cat gang dry on leads, even more so on motives. Ed was at his own large desk with maps and pictures and a notepad he scribbled all over when something connected, boiling down the places the gang hideout could be. Peeking at him, it was strange seeing Ed out of his suit and hat. You dare say he looked like a natural born person in a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, hair falling in disarray the more he combed through it in frustration. “I find it interesting they’re not a true copy-cat. The group before was nothing but a bunch of bank robbers. Terrorizing the mayor wasn’t exactly on their list.” Ed gave a vague hum. “Makes me think someone hired them, know what I mean, using the icon as a front?” He gave another uninterested hum. “Come on Ed, motive’s important.” Thinking about it you started mumbling to yourself. “Which is why mine is always kind of embarrassing. ‘I did it cause it’s fun.’ isn’t as exciting as ‘I did it for vengeance!’ or ‘I learned it from watching you!’-” “Motive takes a backseat and can be misleading when the evidence comes to surface. It’ll be easier to put everything in place once we find out where they are.” Glancing over his shoulder he pointed out, “If I got caught up in motive I might not have found you.” You tipped up the papers, ignoring his self-bloating. “I don’t know, this has all been really personal. They decapitated his mother for crying out loud.” “They’re thugs. They’ll do anything for name recognition.”

You gave an opposing hum. “Has he pissed anyone off recently?” Edward scoffed, “He was a crime lord that brutalized everyone he had to climb by. There are plenty of criminals who would want him dead or terrorized.” You looked back to the pictures of the past exploits that had nothing to do with Oswald. “This is why motive doesn’t mean much when you gather evidence. Evidence narrows it all down to an absolute, motive is too broad a scope and half the time relies on a gut feeling.” “Have you pissed anyone off recently?” Edward shot a glare over his shoulder before turning back to his work. “I’m serious.” You chimed. “Did you step on anyone’s toes to get into your position? Maybe someone who would want to make you look weak to Oswald in an effort to get it back?” Ed spun around in his seat, his mouth opening to no doubt demean you in some way. Instead he halted, tilting his head away as he thought allowed, “Butch has been staring me down a lot lately… but it couldn’t be. I know he’s an idiot but to attack Oswald in that way, he would at least know the anger to erupt from Oswald-.” You hopped up excited, stalking and dramatic as if it was your plot. “Would taste so sweet if it turned on you should someone, say, a spurred lackey came to save the day instead.” his features softened in realization. With a smirk you leaned on his chair, teasing with a down-tilt of your giant glasses. “If I were you, I’d throw out the idea of underestimating someone just because you think they’re stupider than you.” His eyes side glanced you, returning the smile. “Still,” He pushed his glasses up and turned back to his map. “Motive means nothing without evidence.” But you didn’t leave, hands still fastened to the chair as you looked off in thought. It started distracting and annoying Edward, making him huff. “Could you go think somewhere else please?” “Is there anything coming up soon? Something with a lot of people or media presence?” “Oswald is having a party and inviting some of Gothams richest.” “Oh the gang is definitely going to hit that party-” “Obviously. That’s what I’m trying to prevent.” Ed grumbled, still agitated with your looming presence. You mocked him behind his back, tipping more to look at the map with black circles and lines all over it. “So what evidence do you have?” “The only thing out of place was potassium-chloride found on the abandoned vehicle.” You started putting your weight on the chair, making its front feet tip despite his weight. Just as he was about to snap at you, you asked, “Like the stuff they use in laundry detergent?” He was struck silent, spinning back to his map and crossing out a few circles before doubly circling a foundry in the Narrows. Sitting back with a clap and a laugh, Ed's voice dripped in satisfaction. “I know where they are.” He shoved the chair back, no mind for your stumbling to not get your toes bashed. “Get your coat!” You tip-toed the cold floor to slip on your shoes by the couch. “Wha-why?!” “We’re going to pay the Red Hood Gang a visit!” You gave a tiny helpless, “What?!”

Deep in the night of the foundry, some lights were on where they shouldn’t have been. You two crept up to the building echoing with distant voices, the car far behind. Edward stood up straight and adjusted his coat as soon as the entrance was at his feet. “You called for back up right?” You whispered, curled up behind him. “Not yet.” “What do you mean not yet!?” You rasped, smacking his shoulder. “I want to ask them a few questions first.” He argued, turning amused by your anxiety over the situation. “You can’t just walk in there Ed! You said it yourself, they’re thugs! They’ll probably get spooked and shoot you on the spot! I know you want to find out what this is all about but you can’t honestly think-” Smiling, he placed a single finger on your lips. “I can never be stolen from you.” You deflated and glared at him. “I am owned by everyone. Some have more, some have less. What am I?” You rolled your eyes with a frustrated sigh. Hands on your hips, you were stern, “What does knowledge have to do with walking into a death trap?” Ed only held his smile, his eyes searching in yours in a dizzy way before tapping your lips and ordering, “Watch, and learn.” With that he straightened his back and waltz headlong into the abandoned foundry. You stuttered a bit, far too frightened with following but came to break, charging in to stand behind him. “Hello gentlemen.” His voice reverberated off the steel walls. Ed held his hands up as they all jumped from their card game and drinking, pulling out weapons. “Easy now, I only want to talk.” He eyed the red masks all scattered on the table and smiled wider. “I see I found the right place.” Guns of every kind pointed at you two, the leader tilted his nose up, “What do you want to talk about?” “The routine. Who you’re working for, what they want, how much I need to pay you to tell me all that such n’ such?” They scoffed among each other. Ed turned to you, “I’m gonna assume you have a couple thousand on you, yes?” Caught off guard, you looked wide-eyed at him, at the men all perked by the sound of currency. You’d ask him how he would know you kept emergency cash on you but, of course he’d know. Finding your character you announced to them, “I do!” With your innocent facade you lifted your purse and pulled out a thick bundle of cash bound in a rubber band. “Probably a couple thousand more if we leave here happy!” Stealing a glance of Ed, wondering if you’d played your part right, you found him smiling gleeful at you. Turning that smile to the goons, he shrugged, “Couple grand doesn’t sound too bad in exchange for some answers… does it.” The leader leaned back to his group, the five huddling and whispering to each other. The guns started lowering as they wrapped up in heated and hushed debate. You clutched the money a bit close like it was your body armor, hoping they’d not realize they could shoot you both and take it. You didn’t realize Edward leaned into your proximity until you felt his breath on your neck. "This might be a pretty nice dynamic.” You gave him a questioning look and he explained with a big smile, “It’s often the woman as the wise guide while the man is a bumbling buffoon. It’s kind of cute we have the reverse of that.” Ed looked back at the five while you seethed up at him. “You know, I honestly can’t tell when you’re insulting me on purpose or insulting me on accident.” Taken back, he countered your glare with an accusing, “Why are you so defensive about your caricature?” The question flustered you, made you shift as you tried to defend, “She’s doing her best, okay, she doesn’t deserve to be mocked by you.” huffing the frustration, you snapped at him, “Just, stop making fun of my persona. I don’t make fun of yours.” Edwards jaw set and the air around him prickled. You stepped on a nerve, and that idea after all this brushed away bickering made your skin cold. “I don’t have one.” He growled. Swaying on your fears, gambling how to treat the situation, you murmured, “That’s not what Harvey Bullock had to say.” “Oh?” The smirk he gave had such a bitter edge you could taste it. “Asking around about me were you?” Ed shifted, looming over you and pointing at your chest like he wanted to rip out your heart. “Now you listen, the man I was before-” An insistent cough grabbed the tension. Ed’s glower crawled to the thugs, chests puffed with consensus. With a last warning look, he pushed his glasses back up and faced them with an impatient smile. “Butch Gilzean.” All your fear rushed out with a hard victorious clap of your hands. “HA! CALLED IT!” A reluctant smile made its way on Ed, some of that angry air slipping. “Two thousand for the name, but... would another five be enough to hire you for myself?” The whole room raised a brow to that. The leader gave an impressed upturn of his lip, “Buddy, for five thousand I’d even tap dance and sing for ya. Though mind ya, the vocals might shatter some windows.” “Noted.” Ed tried to give you the okay to hand over the money but you were hesitant, leaning in and whispering out the corner of your mouth. “Five thousands a lot don’t ya think? I only managed to steal like eight.” That earned you a look of indignity. “We’ll plan to rob a bank when we get home, would that make you feel better?” Your face shifted as you thought. Giving an agreeable shrug you walked up to the big men with big guns, plopping the roll of cash in their hands. Rushing back to Ed, the leader unwound and flipped through the bundle. “They’re all twenties and tens.” He was downright disgusted by the scene. With your cheery ditsy aura, you explained, “Oh! When you pull out a hundred in public, people want to get in your business wondering where you got hundreds. But when you pull out twenties and tens, well that’s business as usual!” The leader hummed in surprise, looking down at the bundle before offering you a flirty smile, “That’s awful smart of you little lady.” You twisted, bashful and cute, finding Ed frowning at you in disbelief. How many times did you break out of character tonight, and they wanted to believe in the ditsy persona instead? A chuckle escaped you at the irony you saw so often, bubbling one up from Ed after he got over the shock.

#edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma imagine #gotham imagine #my stuff #Now You're a Real Criminal

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kittenwritesstuff · 6 years

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Leash-ed

Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairing: Archie Hopper/Jiminy Cricket x reader Genres: platonic fluff, mild angst Words: 1.415 Summary: You and Jiminy were friends in the Enchanted Forest and, after the Curse is broken, you find each other again - requested by Anonymous

Enchanted Forest

A fit of giggles bubbles out of your mouth as you come to a stop, changing to heavy panting as you bend a little, resting your hands just above your knees.

A quiet buzz reaches your ears and a moment later you notice Jiminy landing on a tree stump, his breathing labored as well. He looks at you with playful sparkles in his small eyes.

“How is it possible that trouble always finds you?”

“It never leaves me, Jiminy,” you say with a mischievous grin and Jiminy rolls his eyes.

“But the adventures we have! Imagine the stories you’ll tell your grandchildren.”

“I don’t suppose crickets can have grandchildren, Y/N,” he notes, dead-serious, and for a moment you feel incredibly stupid.

It was easy to forget that Jiminy wasn’t a person. He was always caring, kind, and supportive and you quickly bonded, opting to spend plenty of time together. Mostly on fooling around and angering other inhabitants of the Forest.

From time to time, Jiminy would sit you down and talk with you for hours. Without any mistake, he could guess when you needed it the most and always found a way to solve what was bothering you.

He’s been a valuable friend to you, the only real one you’ve ever had.

“Jim-“

“I was just joking,” he teases and giggles and you scoff, sticking out your tongue at him.

“Besides, if I was a human, I wouldn’t be able to fly. I enjoy flying.”

“Well, I can only imagine,” you shrug and just as you’re about to add something more, heavy footsteps catch your attention.

You glance at Jiminy with an excited gleam in your eyes.

“Run!” he urges and takes off first, you following suit immediately as you dart forward, your friend coming to your side in seconds.

A huge grin doesn’t come off of your lips. It never goes off when you’re with Jiminy.

Yet, a time came when you had to part ways. Jiminy wanted to settle down, whilst you couldn’t give up your adventures. You were sad, of course you were – you weren’t sure if you’d see him ever again. The Forest was vast, and knowing your restless nature, you couldn’t bet a coin on anything. The possibility of not meeting Jiminy again was bigger than that of meeting him, and, not without tears and broken heart, you came to terms with it.

But you missed him. Every day of your long journey ended up with a thought of Jiminy and how much better and funnier would it be with him.

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Storybrook

You outstretch your arms above your head to flex a little. Perdita, your dog, watches you curiously, tilting her head to the side.

“Just give me a moment, we’ll go for a walk soon.”

A happy bark comes as approval and hurrying up, and you slide out of bed to start getting ready for the day.

First, coffee. You can’t imagine not having a hot steaming mug of black goodness in the morning. Once it’s ready, you leave it to cool down a little as you head to take a shower and dress up.

Before you took Perdita in, your morning routine was prolonged as much as it could be. Now, having a dog to care for, you learnt how to ready yourself in no time and you became a master of quickly-put make up.

A few sips of coffee later, you have a leash in your hand, and on the other end of it, a very impatient Perdita.

She moves her paws in place, almost pleading with her eyes as you put on your shoes. You shove a jacket on your shoulders and leave your apartment, Perdita pulling the leash to make you go faster.

Sometimes you aren’t so sure who is walking who.

After Perdita tends to her most urgent needs, you head to the nearby park, for a longer walk. Luckily, you have a day off today.

Well, frankly, everyone has a day off since the recent unexpected event kind of turned the town upside down.

Emma managed to broke the Curse and all of you suddenly remembered your previous lives. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, at least to you. You wouldn’t mind carrying on as a simple baker, happy with her lonely existence, accompanied by a dog.

You didn’t long for anything more before the Curse was lifted. But now, as you recalled your adventures, the loss of your loved ones, parting with your best friend… how can you have something more, how can you find something more stuck in Storybrook?

Everything was lost, never to be regained again, and after a long time, the feeling of emptiness found its way to your heart again.

You wished the Curse was left on so that you could continue, unaware of what happened in the Enchanted Forest.

But it was only wishful thinking, and you know you have to, somehow, get used to your new situation, whether you are happy about it or not.

Perdita barks but you don’t pay attention. You’re lost in your thoughts, trying to somehow put two versions of yourself into one, fuse two stories into one, absolutely not minding the path in front of you.

Of course, a rock is unnoticed until you topple over it and come down, fortunately able to move your hands forward to kind of cushion your fall and prevent from landing on your face.

You let out a frustrated huff and hiss when you feel Perdita’s wet nose nudging your cheek.

“I’m okay, girl, I’m okay,” you assure her as you get on your feet again, cleaning your palms from the gravel.

Perdita barks again and pulls the leash, leading you to the bench. You sit on it, even thou you’re not actually hurt. However, you know your dog well – she won’t leave you be until you let her take care of you as she wants.

“Are you happy now?” you ask when sniffs your palms and licks them a little. She sends you an odd look and before you can react anyhow, she darts somewhere behind your back.

“Perdita!” you yell after her, your tone low and scolding but she doesn’t stop. She disappears from your sight and you sigh.

What a perfect day.

Ignoring the slight stinging, you move your hands to cover your face as you try to gather your thoughts. Obviously, Perdita didn’t run away from you. She’ll come back, that’s certain. Maybe she spotted something more appealing than her injured human?

You let out a shaky breath just as a crunch of gravel lets you know that someone is approaching. You recognize your dog when Perdita lowers her head to look at you and a wave of relief washes over you.

“You had to go and scare me, huh? Where did you rush to?”

She barks happily, wiggling her tail and only when someone clears their throat, you lift your gaze.

“Hi, are- Y/N?!”

You frown. You are positive you have never seen the man standing in front of you, although he seems to look familiar. His eyes are gleaming with joy as he gazes at you. You’re getting more and more confused with every passing second.

“I’m sorry but-“

“You don’t know me, of course. I wasn’t me when we met. I’m Jiminy. Well, Archie in Storybrook, but Jiminy in the Enchanted Forest.”

“No way…” you mutter as you jump onto your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He chuckles at your eagerness but hugs you nonetheless.

“I thought I’d never find you again!”

“Me too! You went to have your adventures, and I haven’t seen you in Storybrook either, I thought you didn’t come here with the rest!”

“Apparently we just never crossed paths. Which is weird given the dogs,” you tilt your head slightly to the side where Perdita and Archie’s dog are getting quite familiar with each other.

“Pongo, be a gentleman. Take the lady for a walk first,” Archie mumbles and Pongo lowers his head, seemingly ashamed, before nudging Perdita’s side and leading her to an open field.

Meanwhile you untangle yourself from around Archie’s neck and resume sitting on a bench, patting the stop next to you.

Once again, a wide bright smile creeps onto your lips, your heart filling with delight. You won’t be alone anymore.

Archie takes a seat next to you and flashes you a warm smile.

“We had so much time to catch up with…”

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