#as another carol says: we see him come and know him ours

[queenlucythevaliant]

We see him come and know him ours

Russia: "Carol of the Russian Children," traditional // Kenya: The Nativity, Elima Njau // France: "Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella," Nicolas Saboly // Haiti: Madonna and Child, Ismael Saincilus // Australia: "The Three Drovers," William James // China: Tryptic by Lu Hongnian // Canadian/Algonquian: "Huron Carol," Jean de Brébeuf

[ashtheketchum]

Hey, no pressure but when can we expect the next chapter of A New Family? I really love the concept of Daryl x Single Mom Reader!

A/N: As stupid as it sounds, questions and messages like these always make me happy. I never expected so many people to like this story! I always try to publish one chapter per week by the way ;D (Picture from Pinterest!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Taglist: @lowkeyhottho

Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Typical TWD Content

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PoV (Y/N):

After the walkers were taken care of, we decided to go to the CDC. At first Shane was against it, as were some others, but Jim then convinced them. Not because he spoke well to them, but because he was bitten. When we found this out, we headed to the CDC. However, not everyone wanted to go there. Morales and his family wanted to go their own way and we accepted it. Rick gave Moales another gun and some ammunition while the others separated from his family.

(D/N) and I kept our distance, we didn't have any real contact with Morales and his family, so we didn't say goodbye. "Okay, we're leaving!" And with those words we set off to the CDC.

Rick, Carol, Lori, Sophia and Carl rode together, Dale, Jim, Tdog, Glenn, Andrea and Jacqui rode in the RV. I actually wanted (D/N) to go with one of them, but there was no more space. We sat with Daryl in his car. It had a huge loading area on which he had placed his brother's motorcycle. We had put our bags next to it because they would have taken up too much space at the front. While Daryl drove, I sat between him and (D/N), who was sleeping. She rested her head on my arm and I stroked her hand gently.

There was silence between Daryl and me. I didn't know what it was like between us now. He insulted me, then apparently wanted to spend time with (D/N). Then he snapped at me and then saved my and (D/N)'s life. It was confusing. I briefly thought about how (D/N) sees Daryl and I had to smile slightly. I sighed briefly in amusement, which Daryl probably noticed. ,, Wha´? Why´r ya laughing?" He asked, not annoyed, but more curious. "I didn't laugh…" I then said quietly and then turned my head away.

Daryl gave a brief snort of amusement. ,, F´course not…" Strangely, I couldn't hear any annoyed or offended tone in his voice. Maybe he was a little calmer now and I could tell him. It wouldn't really change anything anyway. “(D/N)… said that she sees you as a new father…” I then murmured quietly. A sad smile crept onto my lips and I looked down at her. She was breathing very calmly and had now laid her head on my lap. Daryl remained silent, although I could feel him tense briefly. ,, Wha´? Why tha´?" If I only knew that, Dixon.

Shrugging my shoulders, I looked out the window again. The streets were quiet and we didn't see a single walker. You might think that there wouldn't be any more, but this picture is deceptive. "I don't know…" I then sighed quietly.

Before Daryl could ask anything else, we suddenly saw the RV and Rick's car stop. Daryl stopped too and Rick motioned for us to come out. Just as I was about to unbuckle myself, Daryl moved his hand in front of my face. "Stay here, I'll go…" He just murmured quietly and he walked out. I stayed quiet for a moment, actually I didn't even have to listen to him, but if Daryl gave me the order not to do anything (which had never happened before), then there was probably a reason for it. So I stayed seated and watched the other group members talk.

Lori and Andrea looked at me briefly before tilting their heads towards me and speaking. For a while, I felt very uncomfortable, what were they talking about me? Did you want to get rid of us? Daryl spoke briefly before moving back to us. He opened his door and slammed it again. “Everything okay…?” Daryl remained silent for a moment. "Yeh… Jim wan´s ´ta stay here and be dropped off… we should say bye…" Daryl then said.

His answer chastised me a bit. Jim had lasted a really long time, but I expected him to give up now. He probably suffered terribly. "What did Lori and Andrea say?" This question slipped out of my mind. I didn't really want to ask, but somehow I had a right to know if it was about me. "They asked if ya should also say bye ta´ Jim… Andrea sai´ that ya and (D/N) should do tha´…" Daryl explained briefly. "I said that ya should decide for yarself."

I was grateful and pissed. Why did Andrea take the right to decide over me and my daughter. However, I really wanted to say goodbye, out of respect. "It's okay… but thanks, Daryl…" I murmured quietly. I gently lifted (D/N)'s head to get out. I didn't want her to have to say goodbye, she wasn't ready for that. Daryl got out from his side so I could climb after him.

Rick and Shane sat Jim by a tree and we said goodbye. It took a lot of people away, Jacqui even gave him a kiss before she walked away. I then knelt down next to Jim and I nodded at him gratefully. "I hope you won't be in pain anymore…" "I won't… and take good care of your daughter…" He coughed quietly. I smiled lovingly at him before standing up and distancing myself again. After everyone said goodbye, we continued driving until we hit a traffic jam. (D/N) was awake again by now and I explained the situation to her with Jim before we all got out and listened to Rick.

(D/N) was a little sad, but she didn't cry because of the news with Jim. I didn't know if she was angry that she couldn't say goodbye or disappointed. But it didn't feel right for me to let her do something like that.

Since there were a lot of cars here, we had to somehow find resources to help us. Food, medicine, clothes, water and more. Just anything you could find. So we split up a bit and started looking. (D/N) and I went with Tdog. How the others divided up was different. "Maybe we can find new clothes or even medicine." (D/N) said, looking around too. "Let's hope so, little one." Tdog agreed with her. Tdog and I searched in the cars while (D/N) stayed outside and instead looked under them or looked around.

I found some clothes and a bottle of water. Smiling, I got out of the car again and I showed this to (D/N). She smiled brightly and reached for the fabric I had pulled out. It was a t-shirt, her size and she seemed to like it. "Can I keep this?" I acknowledged her question with a nod. “Walker!” Tdog suddenly said. Immediately we saw the huge herd coming towards us from the distance and we ran between the cars to the others.

“Mom!” (D/N) suddenly shouted. I immediately turned around and I saw (D/N) lying on the ground, blood flowing out of her leg. She had cut off a part of the rust. I immediately ran to her and I picked her up. My clothes soaked up her blood before it continued to drip to the floor. Breathing heavily, I kept running before Lori grabbed me and told me to hide under a car.

“Come on, get under the car, honey!” I said to (D/N), who slowly went under the car. I climbed after her and looked at her wound under the car. It was a deep cut, but it wasn't big. I looked deep into her eyes before tearing off some fabric from my top and wrapping it around the wound. In the background I could already hear the walkers running past us and (D/N) pressed her hands to her mouth to keep quiet. We were now trapped under the cars and (D/N) was bleeding non-stop.

[lizzieislife94x]

Naughty Girl (w.m)

Requested<3

Wanda Maximoff x G!P reader

Y/ns POV :

"Baby do we need to go to another one of Tony's stupid parties can't we stay in bed and cuddle watching movies " I pout to my girlfriend of 2 years as she does her make up "baby we have to go come on it will be fine, we can have a few drinks and dance the night away" she smiles, I groan and sit up to get my suit "ok fine" I silk in defeat after I fix my suit top covering my breasts and touch up my make up I walk into the bathroom and freeze at the dress Wanda has on its red and "see through wow" I say startling Wanda I can't help but giggle "sorry baby didn't mean to startle you just wanted to know how my suit looks and got distracted by your dress you look so fucking sexy" I say walking towards her leaving gentle kisses on her cheek "you look incredibly hot baby let's go before Tony throws a hissy fit at us for being late" I blush at the compliment and take my girlfriends hand walking downstairs "baby I'm gonna go speak to Nat ill catch up with you in a minute " I smile and press a gently kiss to her lips as I nod "ok wands I'm gonna go and get a drink so I'll be at the bar" I head to the bar and order a whisky letting my eyes land on my stunning girlfriend "hey this seat taken y/n" I look up to see Carol smirking and roll my eyes "no be my guest Carol" I sit uncomfortable as she gets closer tracing her hand down the front of my shoulder "you look sexy in suits y/n" I don't know what to do in awkward situations fuck "eh uh thanks Carol your dress is nice" I smile politely

Wandas POV: 

"Omg nat you should tell him how you feel Bruce is always looking at you with heart e..." I completely stop talking as my eyes land on y/n what the fuck is happening why does Carol have her hands all over MY girlfriend I swear I'm gonna throw this bitch out the window, I watch as her hands rests on her arm while she giggles and y/n continues drinking her drink "hey wands your hands are glowing red what's wrong" I snap out of my thoughts and look at Nat as she looks over at the interaction "oh shit I see, I'm sure it's not what it looks like you know what carols like she always tries to hit on y/n" I know there's nothing going on but I don't like the way she's touching what's mine "I know there's nothing going on nat but I don't like the way she touches what is mine so I'll come find you later"I say as I walk towards the bar "Wanda don't do anything" I hear Nat yellas I walk over to my girlfriend and rest my hand on her shoulder "is there something you want carol" I look at her with a blank expression "baby it's OK nothing happened" y/n says snaking her arms around my waist calming me a little "just testing your girlfriends loyalty " I hear y/n laugh a little to loud "Carol no offence but I'd never cheat on wanda let alone with you " before Carol can reply I grab y/ns hand and pull her towards our bedroom "baby nothing happened I felt super uncomfortable the full time " she defends herself I stop outside our bedroom door looking her straight in the eyes "no one touches what's mine ok and her hands where all over you" I state walking into the bedroom and she follows locking the door as soon as she turns I push her against the door in a bruising kiss biting her lip and I mumble against her lips "I think I need to remind you who you belong to y/n" I state in a stern tone and the moan that leaves her lips makes me smirk, I look down to notice the huge bulge in her pants "did that turn you on? Do you want me to remind you who you belong to"she gulps and nods "yes baby" I smirk and squeeze her bulge earning another moan from my gorgeous girlfriend "well you've been a naughty girl so your not getting it that easy your going to suffer" I drag her to the bed and push her down "strip now y/n" she wastes no time in stripping naked I can't help but bite my lip at the sight of her cock standing at all its glory, I walk to the drawer and take hand cuffs out and some silk ties "arms up y/n you don't get to touch till I say so" she whines and complies as I hand cuff her hands above her head and tie her ankles at the bottom of the bed "mhh such a good girl for me" she looks so vulnerable and sexy"fuck Wanda I'm yours" she moans and I strip taking my dress off slowly followed by my bra and panties the look on her face is such a turn on fuck "I'm gonna take a seat on your face and your gonna make me cum ok" I whisper into her ear seductively making her moan, I climb up and position myself above her face sinking down slowly "fuckk y/n use that tounge baby" Holy shit she teases my clit for a bit before sliding her tounge down my slit to my entrance "oh goddddd baby right there fuckkkk" I grip the headboard tight my knuckles start to turn white but Holy shit the pleasure this woman can give with her tounge alone I start to grind into her face as my orgasm approaches "fuck baby I'm cumingggg" I moan loud as my whole body trembles above her, I climb off and sit on her stomach "mhhh fuck baby that was amazing " I say breathless leaning down to kiss her 

Y/ns POV:

I kiss her passionately and moan "baby can I cum please " I beg I need to cum so fucking badly I look at her with puppy eyes my dick is gonna explode "nope naughty girls don't get to cum" she smirks as she lifts her ass and sits on top of my dick grinding gently "fuck baby please put it in I need to feel you around my dick" I beg but she ignores me and continues to grind on my hard cock I feel the orgasm waiting to bust but I can't cum fuck "mhhhh fuck y/n fuck I'm gonna cum" she grinds harder and faster as my dick slides back and forth through her dripping folds "fuckkkkkk " I feel her cum cover my dick as I moan helpless "please please fuck me baby I need to cum" she looks at me for a minute and uncuffs me turning leaving her ass in my face as she unties my ankles I lean up and grab her ass and bite gently as I flip her onto her back "I'm gonna fill you so fucking much I have so much cum sitting waiting to be unleashed " I moan out as I slam my dick deep inside her tight cunt "fuckkkkk" she screams "shit baby so tightttt" I moan into her ear as I start fucking her hard and fast after a few minutes I feel my cum shooting deep inside her "oh fuck" I groan slowing my thrust as she cums all over my dick."Fuck baby that was amazing but remember your mine" I smile and nod cuddling close to my gorgeous girlfriend.

AN: hope this was OK if you have a request message me ill do my best word count is 1.3k

[afro-hispwriter]

In the Past(1)

Season 10

Summary- no one knows the reason why you and Daryl broke up until he tells Carol 

Warnings- language, mentions of childbirth and past pregnancy, Leah

Word count- 1.5k

1 2

*REPOSTED*

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"Daryl, why did you and y/n end things? I realized neither of you ever said anything." Asks Carol as they sat on the porch of the cabin. Daryl looked back at her and shook his head before turning back to look out into the woods.

"It don matter no more."

"Of course it does, you two have been together for years and then I get a letter thinking all was well but it says weeks after she gave birth to your child you two called it quits." 

"It was time for it to end."

"Bullshit, come on tell me, I won't say anything when we get back." Daryl sighed and scoffed. The memory makes his body feel heavy. The sadness turned to anger.

"Alright you wanna know, she fucking left me because of my mistakes." Carol raised an eyebrow and stood up to stand close to him.

"What happened?"

4 YEARS AGO

"Fuck fuck fuck." You breathed out as you gripped Michonne's hand as another contraction hit. "Where's Daryl?" Michonne daps your head with a wet cloth and shakes your head.

"We can't get ahold of him." She says and you close your eyes and shut your mouth to stop a sob. 

"Y/n your fully dilated we gotta get ready to push." Says Siddiq and takes the gloves off his hands.

"No, Daryl needs to be here, it's his kid too."

"I understand that but if you don't push soon there is a risk of losing you and the baby, and I don't think Daryl wants to come back here and find out his fiancé and baby died." Says Siddiq and you groan knowing he was right.

"How long do we have!" You ask and wince at the pain.

"30 is all I'm going to give you." He points at you and you nod and shudder.

"Try Daryl again please." You ask him and he nods. "What the hell is he doing that's so important?" You were getting angry at this point. You knew you should have convinced him to stay when you got closer to your due date, then maybe you wouldn't be stressing over that.

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"Daryl, Daryl come in." Daryl ran over to the walkie-talkie when he heard Siddiqs voice.

"What's wrong, y/n and the baby ok?" He asks.

"Man we've been trying to reach you for hours, y/n has  gone into labor." Daryl felt his world stop.

"Fuck, ok I'm on my way." Daryl slid the walkie-talkie on his belt and grabbed his crossbow.

"Leaving so soon?" He heard her voice behind him. He sighs and looks back.

"Ya, she's in labor, ill be back." He says and walks out the door in a hurry without looking back. He didn't see the anger in her eyes at seeing him leave for you. Again.

Daryl walked fast until he looked back at the cabin.

What if I don't go back and just stay with y/n and our baby and forget her... no not now, soon.

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"Alright he said he's on his way but for me and you both know he's more than an hour away, y/n you have to push." You flopped your head on the pillow before nodding.

"Ok." Michonne started putting pillows up behind your back while Siddiq prepared his tools.

"Ok on 3. 1,2,3." He says and you push with a scream. "Good, again." 

"I'm going to kill him." You grit and push. Michonne chuckles and shakes her head.

"I see the head two more pushes you got this." Says Siddiq and you give him a thumbs up.

Two more pushes and lots of cussing later. Your baby boy was born. He cried loudly as he came into the world.

"Here you go." Says Siddiq and hands you your son. Michonne stands back to leave you some space. 

"He's beautiful." She says and you nod, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"He looks like Daryl." You chuckle and they laugh. They took your son to clean and dressed him as you rested.

"He's hungry." Says Michonne and hands you him.

"I bet, hey when Daryl gets here please make sure he gets here quick." Tou smiles at her and she nods.

"Not gonna kill him are you?" She jokes and you smile and shake your head.

"Not today at least." Once Michonne left you took your breast out and your son immediately latched on.

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It was an hour later when you heard familiar heavy footsteps coming to the door. The door burst open revealing an out-of-breath Daryl.

"'m sorry." He says and approached you until he stops when he hears small coos.

"We'll talk later not today. Go meet your son." You smile at him and he nods. He slowly approached the cradle and looked down to see his son squirming. Daryl held his hand out and brushed his son's cheek.

"He's so beautiful." 

"Pick him up." You say and Daryl tensed. "You won't hurt him, just pick him up and support his head." Daryl reached down and picked him up doing just as you said. He slowly made his way to you and sat on the bed by your legs.

"I love you, and I'm so sorry."  His sorry was saying something else. Upon seeing you and his newborn son he realized he truly had something to come back for. 

"Daryl it's ok, I love you too." 

-PRESENT-

"Wait so you didn't tell her?" Asks Carol and Daryl shook his head.

"She just had ma damn kid I couldn't start that."

-PAST-

2 weeks later

"Archer you're getting so big buddy." You coo at your son. The door opens revealing Daryl, you notice he looked sad but then you see a dog run behind him.

"Umm Daryl where did this dog come from?" You question him as the dog sniffs you.

"Found em out there a few months ago."

"Oh well, he's adorable." You say and scratch him behind the ears. You look up at Daryl who was biting his thumb. "You ok?"

"Gotta tell you sum." He says and gestures for you to sit down. You sit down and so does he. "I ain't been completely honest with you, I met someone, a woman couple months ago." You raised an eyebrow wonderful where this was going.

"We became more." You felt you're heart drop.

"Excuse me, what do you mean became more?" Daryl could see you getting agitated.

"More than friends." 

"So you cheated on me?" You stand up and look away from him. Daryl didn't respond. "Was I not enough?"

"Of course you are it's just I used her as a distraction." You scoff at his words and turn to face him so he can see the tears that had started spilling from your eyes.

"A distraction, Daryl Dixon if you needed a distraction you come to me, you come home, you don't go off and now destroy our family." Daryl tried to reach out to you but you took a step back. "After everything I've done for you, this is what you do." It hurt, you never thought he would betray you like this... or at all.  "You know what Daryl, leave." You point to the door and his head raises.

"Nah, what about-." He starts but just points to the cradle.

"We'll talk about it later, I just can't with you right now." You say and wipe your eyes. You reach for your hand and take off the ring. "I don't need this anymore." 

"Y/n please she left me."

"And I'm doing the same. What did you expect me to stay with you just because she left you? It doesn't work that way, please leave before I do something I'll regret." Your tough facade was dropping as your hand shook. Daryls face scrunched up and he wiped his eyes as tears threatened to fall.

"Dog come on." He says and walks out quickly and closes the door behind him. He walked down a few steps before he heard your sobs.

The things that have happened, the things he would blame himself for and people would reassure him it wasn't his fault.

But he knew what just happened was.

-PRESENT-

"We've been co parentin ever since." Carol sighed and bit her lip.

"Do you still love her, Y/n I mean, unless you loved the other?"

"Of course I still love Y/n, and Leah,  I could never love her the way I love Y/n," Daryl says and leans against the glass wall. "I still carry the ring."

"Does that mean you'd take her back?"

"I know I would but would she its been years."

"I think she still loves you too, you just need to get some courage and talk to her Pookie." Carol teased him and he shrugged.

"I wanna mess it up again."

"You won't."

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I don’t remember this being so bad

[fearlessreid]

Bad Idea, right?

a/n: yeah yeah steve won the poll, enjoy.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: you and king steve have been broken up for 6 months, will that distaste you feel for him manifest into sexual tension when you see him at a party?

warnings: SMUT 18+. swearing. unprotected sex (pls wrap it up, especially with your ex) piv sex

2K words (not proofread)

obv based off of olivia’s song

Six months ago I broke up with ‘king steve’, he would tell you that it's because there was a ‘lack of chemistry’ which we all know is a lie, the real reason is because all he could care about was partying and his stupid, stupid hair.

Im sitting at my vanity applying lip gloss, getting ready for another one of carol perkins end of year summer kickoff parties, it's honestly just an excuse for the jocks to hook up with the band geeks and then blame it on the alcohol.

“Okay so Tommy is going to be there, despite it being carols party and they broke up right after prom” my best friend, heather rants. I nod my head and continue applying my makeup. Heather continues “But Tommy told me to keep an eye out for him so I think he wants to hook up and- you are so not listening”

I sigh “I am, I just have bigger things to worry about” I say and heather scoffs “right because worrying about being at a party with steve harrington for the first time in months is so important” she sasses and I roll my eyes.

“Oh please like I could give a shit about king steve and his hair that would explode if I held a lighter to it”. Heather laughs “you totally give a shit,” “nope now hand me the hairspray”

At the party, I stand by a staircase, nursing a cup of jungle juice in my hand, watching across the room as Heather has her tongue down tommys throat.

A hand taps my shoulder and I look at the culprit. Peter Marco, the cute boy from my algebra class, once upon a time, long before Steve harrington, I had a crush on peter, that crush being fizzled out by the charm of king steve.

He smiles, his dimple showing “hey, haven't seen you in a hot second” he says and i smile back, “yeah, I took a break from the whole party thing”. For the next half an hour, I talked with Peter, he's cute and he's funny, he's the type of guy I should want.

Our peaceful conversations get interrupted by a boy yelling “king steve is in the building” and everyone starts chanting and cheering. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen, I did not need this.

I down at least 3 more cups of jungle juice, the sugar is rotting my teeth and the alcohol is going right into my bloodstream, it's only 10:00 pm and I am completely wasted.

I walk to go use the bathroom. My head is spinning. I bump into someone and the next thing I can comprehend is their drink now on my dress, my light pink dress. I look up and his eyes burn into mine, the man of the hour, Steven William Harrington.

“You absolute idiot look what you did” I yell. I pushed past him and ended up in the second floor bathroom. I locked the door and took a wet towel to try to scrub the drink out of my dress.

There's a knock at the door. “Occupied” I called out and took a seat on the toilet seat. “Open up” Steve calls from the other side of the door. I roll my eyes “go away” I yell and go back to scrubbing at my dress.

“I brought a tide stick, let me in” he says, an undertone of annoyance. I hesitantly open the door and let him in. He comes in and closes the door.

I sit back down on the toilet seat and he bends down on his knees and tries to take out the stain with the tide stick. It doesn't work and I sigh frustratedly. “I'll pay for dry cleaning, don't get your panties in a twist”

His comment makes me scoff “you see? Comments like those are why I dumped your ass”. “You're wasted” he says and i laugh “so what”, he sighs “so i'm taking you home, I haven't drank anything tonight”

I shake my head “i'm not going anywhere with you, plus im here with heather”. Now it's steves turn to laugh “heather left with tommy like 15 minutes ago, let me take you home, no funny business, i promise”

I get into his car and we drive in silence and we pass my street “steve that was my street “what the fuck”, he smiles and shakes his head “youre parents would kill you if you showed up this sloshed, and i meant what i said, no funny business”

My eyes burn into him “fine”

I walk into the Harrington home and the memories start flooding in, the good and the bad. Steve guides me to his room and lays me on the bed. “You'll take the bed, I'm staying in the guest room” and explains. “Stay” I basically beg

I make room for him on the bed and he lays next to me. He's taken off his shirt and changed into his pyjama pants and I steal one of his shirts to sleep in.

All I can notice is his pants low on his hips, his toned v line. my thighs press together. The rational part of my brain is trying to talk but all im hearing is ‘blah blah blah’

I can feel Steve's eyes on me,he's right next to me, I feel the heat of his body lingering on mine, the tension is unbearable.

“Fuck it” i mutter under my breath, i straddle steves hips and his eyes widen “what are you doin-” i cut him off by placing my lips on his, he tenses but melts into the kiss, his hands finding my waist.

The kiss heats up as I grind my hips into his. Steve pulls away and I whine. “You are drunk, we can't” he says and i shake my head “i sobered the minute i walked into this house” i say and peck his lips.

Steve contemplates and is at a mental war with himself. He mutters a “fuck it” and smashes his lips back into mine and my hips immediately find his again and he lets out a groan.

“This is such a bad idea” I mutter against his lips. He flips us so he's on top and pushes my shirt up and kisses down my chest and stomach until he reaches the waistband on my underwear. “Steve please we don't have time for that just put it in me” I beg, Steve nods and takes off his sleep plants to reveal his cock.

My mouth waters at the sight “fuck ive missed your cock so much”, steve smirks and takes off my underwear to reveal my glistening cunt. He groans at the sight and lines up his cock with my folds as he rubs the tip of his cock through them.

My back arches as I moan “please steve, no teasing”. He slides it slowly into me and we both moan at the feeling. He allows me to adjust until I give him the okay. He pumps slowly and I wrap my legs around his waist bringing him closer. It shouldn't feel this intimate, I can't hear my thoughts screaming. This is a bad idea.

His thrusts get sloppy. Signalling that he's close and he sneaks his hand down to my clit and starts rubbing at the nub.

Steve cums first, his hips stuttering and he breathes heavily as he cums, I finish seconds after him, my body tensing with pleasure.

As we both come down from our highs, my thoughts run wild, what the hell just happened.

Steve pulls out of me and watches his cum drip out of me. As the post orgasm haze dissipates my eyes widen “steve we forgot to use a condom”

He freezes and panic sets into his face “oh fuck”

[taylormarieee]

~Stranded~

Summary: You and Rick are on a run for supplies needed at the prison, when a herd of walkers is heading your way. You both find yourselfs stranded in a warehouse.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Rick Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings:Oral(Fem!Receiving),PiV sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Praise kink, Pet names(Sweetie, princess, sweetheart.),A lil sexual tension if u squint, Fingering, That's it... Enjoy!

You wake up to the sound of knocking on the wall. Startled you pull your knife and sit up only to be met with blue eyes that belong to the one and only Rick Grimes.

"Psst, hey come with me to go on a supply run." He says. "Yea sure ok." You say rubbing my palm down your face. You get dressed putting on your baggy blue jeans and your oversized Nirvana band T-shirt.

You grab your gun holster and your knife holder and wrap it around your thigh. You put a back up knife in your shoe and cover it with your jeans.

You walk out to meet Rick grabbing your bag on the way out. You say your goodbyes and walk outside the prison. You see Rick standing by the car talking to Carol.

"Ready to go?" You say walking towards the trunk. Squinting your eyes to look at Rick.

"Uhm Yea let's go. We'll talk later Carol." He says walking to the driver's seat. She nods and walks away. He starts the engine and you guys set off.

"It says to turn left here down this road." You say point at left against the windshield. You feel the car turn left and you continue staring at the map.

"Keep going straight and we should reach the warehouse on our right." You say closing the map.

You both see the big warehouse and Rick stops the car getting out. You step out the car. and. pull. out you knife as rick pulls out his gun.

"What happened to being quiet and not attractin' walkers eh?" You say chuckling. "Well I got no knife, so guns my best option." He says smiling.

"Hm, If you say so officer!" You say running towards a pole and banging your knife on it to attract any walkers inside.

After about 5 minutes of waiting only three walkers come out. One goes for Rick and the other two go for you. You grab the first one trying to stab it but you fall.

Its jaw thrashing at you wanting to take your flesh but you act quick and stab it in the head.

As you try to go for the other you hear another gunshot and its head drops next to you and blood splatters on your cheek.

Rick walks up to you and reaches for your hand to pull you up, and you gladly accept his hand. He pulls you up and you stumble a little too close to him and your noses touch.

You both stare at each other while still holding hands. You clear your throat and back away from him a bit.

"Shall we?"You awkwardly say. gesturing towards the door of the warehouse. "Uh yea yea. We should hurry anyway, any walkers nearby coulda head those shots so let's go. Ladies first!" He says smirking.

"How knight and shining armour of you!" You say laughing, walking through the doors of the warehouse.

You. both search for food,supplies,medicine, whatever you could find or get your hands on. As you both found stuff like clothes and food and even some supplies and medicine you both decided it was time to go. You guys start to exit you notice a herd of walkers coming your way. You start to panic not knowing Rick was coming up behind you.

"Hey today was a good run don't ya thi-" He was cut off to you pushing him back inside and covering his mouth so they don't see or hear you guys.

"Shh, a herd is coming. Looks like we're gonna have to lay low here for a little while, ok?" You say removing your hand from his mouth. He nods and drops his bag, and you both make yourselves comfortable.

It's been 20 minutes and the herd still hasn't left. You fiddle with your fingers while rick watches the herd. You take quick glances at him every once in awhile admiring his broad shoulders, His amazing hands and the veins protruding and flexing whenever he gripped his gun, and his luscious hair. God how badly you wanted to play in his hair.

He walks over to you and you watch as he walks over. ~God why was Rick Grimes so attractive~ You thought. "Looks like we might be here a lil while longer. So make yourself comfortable" He says smiling.

"Wow! They are really annoying, now I have to be stranded here with you." You say chuckling

"Is that really a bad thing? I kinda thought this would be fun!" He says teasingly. Smirking at you and slightly moving closer.

"No... It's not so bad." You say chuckling. "Well then good." He says smiling at you.

"Hey... Can I ask you a question?" You say, "Yea sure, what is it?"He says getting closer to you by the second.

"Are you and Michonne like... A thing?" You ask fiddling with your fingers. Ricks eyes widen and he stares at you being completely silent. You take his silence as a "You have crossed the line with this question" so you immediately start back tracking mumbling apologies.

"Rick, omg I'm sorry I didn't- i mean i wasn't trying- ugh I'm sorry for assuming. You guys probably aren't, Sorry for being nosy!" You say fastly out of embarrassment. Heat rushes to your face as a feeling of embarrassment washes over you.

"Just forget I even asked ok. I feel embarrassed, so just forget it." You say looking at your rings. Rick takes your chin in his hands and looks into your eyes. His beautiful blue eyes piercing into yours. He glances at your lips before diving in.

Your lips move smoothly together in one swift, rhythmic motion. He forces his tongue between your soft lips and moans into your mouth. Your hands go straight for his chest. He grabs you and props you up on his chest. You can feel the tent in his pants as you slowly start to grind on him.

Your soaking through your black lace panties as you pick up your speed, causing the man beneath you to groan. He holds your back and sets you down on the cold, warehouse floor. He goes straight for the button and zipper and pulls your pants on you revealing your underwear.

So needy for each other. you start to fondle with his belt and he stakes off the belt strap holding his gun. Once he removes both articles of clothing he moves towards your neck, kissing and marking you with hickeys. Your. hands go straight for his beautiful, brown curls.

You've always wanted to touch and feel his hair. Beautiful, soft locs blowing in the wind and glistening in the sunlight. His smile always glowing and lighting up any room. His bravery always mad you tingle. How he talked down to our enemies, how protective he was, he was just so attractive and he made your mind all fuzzy with dirty thoughts every time.

He runs his warm hands up and down the curves of your body, feeling and savouring every minute. He hooks his finger around your lace panties and slowly pulls them down. He removes his lips from your neck and slowly slides down to your dripping and aching cunt.

He flattens his tongue on your entrance making you whimper.

"Shhh Princess, we gotta be quiet remember? Don't want walkers knowing were here now do we?" He says smirking. All you can do is nod your head as he starts to lap up your juices. He pokes and prods his tongue at your entrance, teasing you while rubbing your clit in figure eights.

Sending shiver through out your body. You put your hand over your mouth to suppress your moans and whimpers. He feels you pulsing and continues to go faster. He adds one finger inside you and you try your very best not to scream his name right here right now.

He shove it as deep as he can as he flicks his tongue on your clit. Flicking and sucking on the little bundle of nerves making your brain fuzzy and your eyes cross. You feel your orgasm approaching fast and start to shake extremely. You close your legs around his head so hard shoving his face farther with you hands tangled in his hair.

You whine his name in a drawn out whine as you cum all over his face and fingers. He continues to lick and slurp up all your giving to him and groans in your cunt. You release his hair from your grip and open your legs for him.

He comes up to kiss you. and you can taste yourself on him. "Damn sweetheart, you taste good." He says grinning. You cover your face in your hands as heat rushes to your face.

"Don't be embarrassed sweetie, You did so well for me. Think you can be a good girl for me again?" He asks, You nod. your head removing your hands from your face. "Words baby, I need words." "Yes, Rick, I'll be a good girl for you." You say whining as he pushes. the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Good Girl." He says before slowly shoving his whole length into your pussy. You clench around him over and over as he penetrates you.

"Damn, if you- Oh fuck- If ya keep doing that, babygirl I won't last." He groans fully bottoming out. He stops for a second to let you get adjusted before kissing you. You tap him on his shoulder signaling to him that he can move. At first he takes it slow but your whimpers and whines made his brain all fuzzy and he picks up speed.

Thrusting into you with full force making your body jolt up and down. Your moaning and whining, not even caring if the herd can hear you anymore. His thrusts become erratic and faster. He's lost his rhythm and you can tell he's gonna cum.

"Rick, cum inside me please! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum rick! Please baby!" You moan, feeling your second orgasm approach. "Planning on it baby! Oh fuck." He groans shooting his load straight into your cervix. You can feel the warm spurts of his cum shoot into you.

You moan before grabbing his neck and kissing him. He groans in your mouth and holds you. He pulls out causing a tiny whimper out of you and then just holds you next to him.

"Does that answer your question?" He asks chuckling

"Hih, what question?" You ask confused for a second. Rick laughs a bit before staying silent to let you think.

"OH! Yea, it does." You say shyly. He lets out another laugh before tapping your waist. "Looks like the herds gone, better get going." He says getting up and putting on his clothes. You get up and put.your clothes on too. You're looking for your underwear and look up to see Rick holding it for you.

You scrunch your nose and snatch them from him and he chuckles. You guys head for the car and drive off laughing and making jokes the whole way there. Nothing was awkward between you to. Runs with him became more frequent and little night makeout sessions became a hobby. You loved Rick and He loved you.

When you guys got back to the prison everyone came out asking what took so long. You two glanced at each other before you spoke up.

"Rick saved me and shot his gun atractin' a whole herd of walkers. So we had to lay low. We got enough food, clothes, medicine and water. So it was a good run." You say looking at Rick then back at the group.

The all nod their heads and help carry the supplies in the prison. "Rick!" You call out as he walks away with Judith. "Yea?" He says smiling. "Meet me in my cell tonight, yea?" You ask smiling. He nods and you walk away giggling to yourself.

Who knew being stranded at a warehouse would end with you and Rick Grimes having sex? Always first times for everything right?

I hope y'all enjoyed because I know I did! This is Fic No. 1 to my 100 follower Celebration so 2 more are on the way!

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[nattinatalia]

Jack and the reader getting matching pajamas for a family photoshoot with Jacks family (maybe early stages of their relationship.)

A/N : It was supposed to be something short and simple, but once I started I couldn’t stop and now well, see for yourself Lmao I took it places it shouldn’t have but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ enjoyyyy 💕

It was always nerve wracking meeting your significant other's families and close friends, but it was more nerve-wracking when you were going home with your significant other for the holidays. It’s more intimate and it makes you know this was the right path into being in a serious relationship.

You and Jack have been dating almost a year now, even though you had already met his parents, grandparents, his brother and his close friends- the one’s that matter that is- it was still worrisome because it wasn’t just any holiday, it was Christmas Eve and if this isn’t as serious as it gets, you don’t know what was.

“Baby, seriously, relax.” Jack rubs at your shoulders, “You’ve met them all before and they love you.”

You sigh, “I know but I've never done the whole family picture thing.” you lift the pants to show him, “Nor the matching pajamas.”

“It’s just a picture and clothes.” he shrugs.

You raise your eyebrows at him, “It’s not and you know it. Unless you do this yearly with every other girl you bring home.” You shrug “I’ve heard the stories, thank you Grams Harlow.”

Jack chuckles, “Look at you showing your jealous side, I like it.” you roll your eyes and swat his arm, “Nothing to worry about baby, I promise you it’s just my parents and Clay, but also remind me to have a word with my grandmother, she needs to be on my team and tell you how much of a good guy I am.”

You snort, “She loves me more.”

There’s a quick knock to Jack’s childhood bedroom door, “She’s right you know?” his grandma yells, “I’m team YN, and if you ever hurt her, I’ll hunt you down.”

Jack shakes his head, “I believe you grams.” he goes to open the door for his grandma.

“Good” she nods and faces you. “Come on, Maggie and I did something and we want to know what you think of it.”

“Grandma, you can’t steal my girlfriend from me.”

You smile and head towards her, “It’s okay, I’m stealing her from you.”

********

Jack's mother and grandmother had made you hot chocolate, but just not any hot chocolate. It was your entire childhood, chocolate abuelita. They definitely made you feel all kinds of emotions since your grandmother would always make it for you during the cold weathers or the holidays.

“Is it good? Jackman called your grandma for us and she gave us some steps to follow.” Maggie asks you.

You blow on the mug, take a sip and sigh. “Oh yeah, this is definitely good.” You smile, “You ladies did a wonderful job.”

Making hot chocolate shouldn’t be a big deal to make right? Well in this case, not everyone makes their chocolate abuelita the same, some just add milk or water. But your grandma? She adds a whole lot of other things that make it one hundred times better.

“Alright.” Clay announces, “Let’s get this photoshoot out of the way.”

Maggie raises her eyebrows at her youngest “What’s the rush?”

“Jack wants to keep Y/N tradition of watching movies and playing board games. Apparently she does this with her siblings and parents.”

You blush and throw a glance to Jack, “We’re in your parents home, I have no problem doing things differently. Let’s have Christmas the Harlow’s way.”

Jack shakes his head “You’ll regret that.”

“JACKMAN.” Both his mom and grandmother yell.

You chuckle and take another sip of your hot chocolate.

Clay then whispers in your ear “We sing carols all night long, so let’s do Christmas your way.” He looks at you with a pleading look.

You shake your head, “We compromise.”

“Excellent idea.” Maggie says. “We’ll take the photos, then before each movie we sing our songs.”

Both Clay and Jack glare at you, “That sounds like a great idea.” You stand up and grab Jack’s hand, “Come on, let’s take these pictures.”

You guys spend over two hours taking pictures, only because Jack and Clay kept whining about their spots in each set.

Urban was getting annoyed, simply because he had his girlfriend- your best friend, waiting for him back at his apartment. He wanted out immediately and he kept throwing glances your way to help him out.

“Okay, I think we got plenty of pictures.” You say, “Urban has plans and we’re sort of keeping him from them.”

Maggie gasps, “Oh my, I’m sorry son, why didn’t you bring her with you?”

Jack, Clay and yourself chuckle while Urban goes red in the face “W-who?”

Maggie raises her eyebrows, “You think I don’t know all about you and miss trouble maker? Y/N’s best friend?”

Urban scratches his neck “I- I didn’t think I could bring her over.”

“URBAN WYATT.” Jack’s grandmother snaps, “How long have we known you? Aht, don’t answer that, you bring over whoever is keeping you company. You are family end of the story.”

“Yes ma’am”

You smile and feel a tug to your hand. You look to your left and notice Jack is pointing to the hallway.

You follow him quickly “Jack, we’re not having sex while your family is out there getting ready to sing Christmas songs.”

Jack chuckles, “That’s later tonight baby.” He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you in close, giving you a few pecks.

You look up at him, feel him getting hot and fidgeting. “What’s going on?”

“I have a surprise for you, but I don’t know how you’ll react.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Okay?”

“This is our first Christmas together.” He starts.

“Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath, “I love you, there’s no denying that.”

You smile, “I love you too.”

“But-“

You cut him off immediately “But? But what?What’s going on right now?” You push back and lean against the wall.

Jack goes wide eyed “Babe no.” He goes up to you. “This isn’t a breakup speech.”

“Can you just tell me then?”

“You told me you always spent Christmas with your family, even with your busy schedule, you would make time to go be with them.” He says.

You nod, letting him continue “So if this relationship is going to work, we both have to put one hundred. I don’t like the fifty-fifty, it’s all in or nothing. So, I called your brothers and they immediately said yes.”

You start getting emotional, “Y-yes to what?”

He smiles “We’re spending Christmas Eve here, and tomorrow morning we’re going to your family. I know for you it’s traditional to celebrate on the 24th but since we’re here, I couldn’t change it last minute.”

“Babe.” You whisper and shake your head. “What about your family?”

“They understand and it was actually moms idea. I couldn’t keep you away from your siblings. I know how much they mean to you.”

You jump on him immediately and start peppering him with kisses. “Wait.”

“What?” He laughs.

“You’re going to spend Christmas with my family?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“We’re going to them?”

He chuckles “Yes.”

“Sooo, you’re going to Mexico with me to be with my family-my entire family?”

“Uhh, yes?”

You chuckle “Oh they are going to eat you alive gringo.”

“Wait what? I’ve met your dad and brothers.” He asks, confused.

You nod, “Yeah but all my tíos and cousins will be there. You’re meeting the entire family.”

“N-nooo, your brothers didn’t mention any of that.”

You smile, “Baby, we’re Mexican, there’s a tío and cousin in each corner. Plus, the 25th is usually a recalentado and drinking, so my entire family will definitely be there. This is why I make sure I’m there on the 24th, only spend it with my parents and siblings.”

Jack nods, takes a deep breath “I can handle that.”

“Are you sure? We can back out.”

He shakes his head “We’re going, plus, I need to meet all of your family if I plan on marrying you one day.”

“I- you can’t say things like that and not mean it.” You glare at him and start walking back to the living room.

“I do mean it.” He stops you at the entrance of the hallway, “I promise you, I’m going to make you my wife one day and then we’ll have mini versions of us running around the house wanting to bake cookies and cakes because you make the best desserts ever.”

You let the tears flow, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“It’s a promise, now look up.” He says, and you notice the mistletoe hanging there. “Give your future husband and baby daddy a kiss.”

You chuckle and do just that.

It wasn’t an easy road, but Jack definitely kept his promise and you were the happiest person on planet earth.

******

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[ewingstan]

We sort of touched on it in a prior post, but you’ve gotten a fair few details on how Mark and Carol raised Victoria by this point.

From what details you recall, how does her handling/raising of Kenzie fall into compare and contrast with those details?

Wooh. Hm. Well, I think she has Kenzie's ultimate wellbeing in mind more than Carol probably did while raising her and Amy. At the same time, when Victoria's first reaction to Kenzie getting publicly pilloried was "lets get you in front of cameras to argue your case, and also while we're at it lets keep our cape-network plan from falling through by jumping on the public-Scion-reveal grenade" I thought well. Yeah that's something Carol's daughter would think to do huh.

Its a dangerous relationship they're in. Victoria legitimately wants to keep Kenzie safe and stop her from overworking herself. She also really wants this cape group thing to work. She'd probably not consciously let the latter get in the way of the former, but she will let Kenzie fight as a hero if it seems like that's what Kenzie wants. The problem, of course, is that Kenzie wants what Victoria wants. Kenzie will act in whatever way will make the people around her happy, and so if she thinks Victoria wants her to be a hero (which you don't exactly need to be an observation tinker to notice), she's gonna make being a hero her whole thing. Not to mention that Kenzie also knows Ashley wants her to be an active cape, Sveta enjoys being on a hero team, etc....

I'll also say that the way Victoria's treating Chris.... kind of reminds me of how Carol treated Amy growing up? Victoria sees him as her responsibility: he's a member of the group Dr. Yamada asked her to shepherd, and he's a kid, and now that Dr. Yamada's gone that responsibility is even greater. Victoria is burdened with Chris in the same way Marquis burdens Carol with Amy; sure, Victoria does it a lot more voluntarily.... but she's also doing it more because she agreed to care for "the group," not for Chris. Chris is a responsibility that came packaged with what she wanted to do. And while the care she has for Kenzie seems to come from a place of genuine concern and affection, her keeping tabs on Chris feels strictly procedural. She's responsible for him, she'll keep tabs on him, nothing more to it. There's a lot of resentment and some frustration that boils into how Victoria treats Chris as a result. Insert your arrested development "I don't care for Chris" image here.

Hell, despite otherwise having pretty wildly different viewpoints when interacting with people, Victoria ends up resembling Taylor a lot in how she thinks about Chris, because it matches up so well with how Taylor thought about Regent. Its another case of "That guy I'm not as close to as the others, the dangerous one, the one whose probably a sociopath waiting to be let loose." I remember thinking that Chris seemed like "the Regent of the group" in my early reading, but they're really not so alike personality-wise, or even in terms of their place in the team dynamic; they're just positioned the same way in the mind of each text's narrator.

I read Taylor's reaction to Alec as one part fear-response to people who seem to delight in other's pain for no obvious reason, and one part a reaction to all the stuff she doesn't like about herself projected onto some twink in leggings. Her fixation on the idea that Regent must just like hurting people, that its just the kind of person he is, comes from the same scared confusion about why her best friend and the whole of the school started torturing her for no apparent reason. Its a reaction from a person who still categorizes everyone as bullies or victims, and is distressed about whether there's more to that and where she is on the spectrum. In her mind, he's a kinda evil dude that likes to hurt people because hes a bully and that's what bullies are, but actually maybe he's fine to hang around with? Which is getting churned in her head alongside her pledging to protect people by becoming a horrifying warlord and making long arguments to Pariah and Flechette about how villains can be helpful and heroes can be bullies. Taylor's relationship to Alec and her distance from him is symptomatic of her evolving views about who people can be, what power can be used for, and why people act the way they do.

Of course, Taylor conversely forms one of her strongest emotional bonds with someone who reminds her of her bullies even more than Alec does. But I think this makes sense for the same reason Chris and Kenzie could both remind Victoria of Amy but inspire such differing treatment. Bitch's first encounter with Taylor was a seemingly random attack that Taylor directly compares to the trio's assaults: she instinctively looks for a reason to hold back like she did for them, and then finds freedom in not having one. But while Rachel at first seems to directly fit the "bullies because she's a bully" model, Taylor learns pretty early on that Rachel has perfectly understandable reasons for her behavior, and that she can be predicted and made into a close ally if she just pays attention and puts in the work. Taylor's relationship with Alec is her sticking to the idea that the world is bullies and victims, and you have to find your place in it without understanding it because there's nothing more to understand. Taylor's relationship with Rachel, meanwhile, is her finding out the world isn't just bullies doing bad things because they're bad people. Rachel is the possibility of understanding the world, bringing it to heel, learning to love it and make it love you.

Similarly, Victoria's relationship with Chris is a reflection of everything she internalized from the Wretchening, while her relationship with Kenzie is her reacting against those internalized lessons towards something more hopeful. Chris is a medical freak who becomes a horrible misshapen monster on a regular basis and who suffers horribly for it, yet keeps choosing to do so. He's wretchening himself at the slightest provocation—he's impatient to wretchen himself! Add to that how his emotions rule him to the degree that they physically transform him, and that he shows absolutely no desire to reign them in, and its pretty clear why Victoria is often so negative to him. He's a powderkeg waiting to go off in a horrible way like his sister was, filled with strange and offputting desires turned into strange and offputting flesh, and unlike Amy he doesn't even have the decency to shamefully repress it. Chris is Amy as the deviant who qua deviancy will inevitably be a danger to everyone around him. Kenzie, meanwhile, is Amy as the sister who gave too much of herself. Victoria's shown at times that she hasn't forgotten how she loved Amy as a sister, how she wasn't inherently evil. She spoke with regret about not listening to Amy when she begged Victoria not to hug her. And she's pretty much said in-text "I don't want Kenzie, who I love as I once loved my sister, to exhaust herself to the point that she becomes lost in the way my sister did." Victoria looks at Chris and is reminded of all her fears of what strange and dangerous people will do, of her belief that bad people do bad things because their bad people. Victoria looks at Kenzie and remembers that's not true, and that she can do something about it.

[crepesuzette2023]

When people find I’m Paul’s brother, they sometimes ask what his views on love and marriage are and what the real truth is about his romances. Well, let’s put it this way. I can’t envisage him getting married for quite a while yet although Paul’s the kind who just might decide to get married suddenly. He likes to talk about marriage – and particularly its problems, to John and Cythnia Lennon, as we call her. By now, at least, he knows all the snags – and all the advantages. What about his much-publicized romance with Jane Asher, then, viewers? Last year it was hinted in the press that their holiday in the West Indies was really a honeymoon. Those reports, I can tell you, were pure nonsense. But it’s a fact he’s very fond of Jane who first got to know him when he was a comparative nobody – a hopeful bloke in a maybe-up-and-coming group called the Beatles. At that time she was a fairly big name in theatrical and pop circles through her appearances in Juke Box Jury and other TV programmes. She and Paul have known each other for about two years now and have knocked about on-and-off during part of that time. They genuinely like each other and our families are very good friends. But that’s as far as it goes. What kind of a girl is he looking for? That’s a tough one. She would have to be good-looking. And intelligent. That goes without saying. He certainly likes girls who have artistic interests. For a while he went around with an art student called Celia. But she couldn’t stand the pace of being his girl friend and gave him up. Before that he met another artistic type, Carol. She made a nice change from the type of girl he was mostly meeting then. They usually only wanted to talk about discs and the Top Ten. What do you think a Beatle does when he takes a girl out? Lives it up? Wines and dines? Dances? Tours the night spots? I don’t say Paul doesn’t enjoy going out on the town now and then. But when he took Carol out, they both jumped on a bus and went to see an art exhibition! I know he was very impressed by her: she knew a great deal about paintings and artists in general and could talk very intelligently and sensibly about the subject. I think you can be sure that when Paul gets married, it won’t be to just a pretty face.

Mike McCartney about Paul in the long portrait he wrote about him for Woman's magazine, August 21st, 1965. Paul was 23, Mike was 21.

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ will byers goes missing in the small town of hawkins, indiana

warnings ❧ female!reader, cheesy & sappy steve, shit writing

word count ❧ 1.9k

additional notes ❧ the first chapter of my first story — it’s not great | thank you for reading ´･ᴗ･`

“No, absolutely not! No!" I giggle, snatching the unfinished mixtape from Steve's hand. "You can't add that!"

Steve and I are leaning up against his bed, shoulders, and knees touching, as we assemble a mixtape of our favorite songs from '83.

"Why not? It's perfect!" Steve reaches for the mixtape, but before he can take it, I swiftly pull my hand above my head, out of his reach.

"Because it's creepy, Harrington! It's basically a song about stalking!" I reply as Steve leans closer to me in an attempt to grab the mixtape again.

"Is it a little strange? Sure, but it's also romantic. When I heard it for the first time, it reminded me of you." Steve argues.

My cheeks heat up and I'm suddenly unaware of how close we've gotten. I notice Steve looking down at me, our noses almost touching. As we maintain eye contact, I can't resist glancing at his soft lips. I mentally scold myself, he's your best friend, damn it.

Get yourself together.

Unable to hold back an awkward cough, I turn my gaze away from Steve, sighing, and reluctantly hand the tape back to him. Steve smirks at me triumphantly and adds "Every Breath You Take" to our mixtape.

"See, I knew you'd come around eventually, Henderson. It's hard to resist such persuasive charm as this." Steve flashes me one of his famous "King Steve" smiles, and I can't help but shake my head and give into my urge to laugh.

Steve and I spend all night making our '83 mixtape, enjoying each other's company, laughing and teasing as we go.

In the midst of our playful banter I glance up at the clock on Steve's wall, I realize that I'm late for my meet-up with my brother Dustin. I was supposed to be meeting him at the Wheeler's so that after the boys' campaign ended we could ride our bikes home together.

"Oh shit," I whisper double checking the time on Steve's watch by grabbing his wrist. "Shit, shit, shit!" I say louder this time.

I quickly stand up, snatching my jacket and shoes, which were scattered around Steve's room. Steve abandons the rest of the mixtape, hot on my heels as I swiftly exit his room and hurry down the stairs towards the front door.

"(Y/n), it's late, why not just stay the night?" Steve suggests as we both rush down the stairs.

"I wish I could Steve, but I have to meet up with Dustin," I say softly before I arrive at the front door.

I whirl around one last time to face Steve, my body close to his, as I wrap my arms around him and we exchange a brief hug. I savor our warm embrace, wishing I could stay but knowing my obligations to my brother, I let Steve go.

"We'll finish the mixtape another time, I promise," I say before opening the door. As I finally step out the front door, I turn back with a smirk to bid Steve a final farewell. "I'll see you around, Harrington! Don't miss me too much!"

"In your dreams, Henderson!" Steve returns my smirk with a certain fondness in his eyes, before turning and shutting the door behind him, leaving me to face the dreary bike ride ahead.

I take a deep breath, mount my bike, and set off in the dark cover of the night to the Wheeler's.

When I'm nearing the house, my mind inevitably wanders to Steve. We've been best friends since he found me sitting alone in the first grade, but something changed as we grew older. He became "King Steve" and friends with Tommy H. and Carol. Total assholes. Despite that, we're still best friends, but things aren't the same. Especially now that he's dating Nancy Wheeler, who I consider one of my closest friends. Even though I try to be happy for them, this pang of jealousy stirs in my chest when I think of them happily in love. But I'm nothing more than Steve's best friend, so I swallow my feelings and accept the reality that they're together.

When I approach the driveway, I dismount my bike and spot Dustin and his friends bickering. As I draw closer, I start to make out what they're saying.

"She's got a stick up her butt." I hear my brother say plainly as he munches on what looks to be the last slice of pizza.

"Yeah, it's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington," Lucas says picking up his bike and getting ready to ride home.

"Hey!" I say defensively as I finally reach the boys, "Steve's my friend, you know!"

"Hold on, where were you?" Lucas questions with a quizzical look on his face.

"She was at Steve's" Dustin answers plainly before returning to his conversation with Mike.

"Oooh, Steve" Lucas teases adding a suggestive tone to his voice. "You love Steve," Drawing out the "o" in love and then making kissing sounds for added effect, clearly amused by his own antics.

I narrow my eyes at Lucas, but I can't help the smile that sneaks its way on my face. My lips curling in a pleased grin.

"Piss off Sinclair," I roll my eyes with a grin still firmly plastered across my face, "Like you even know what you're talking about." Denying Lucas's ridiculous accusation, letting my faux annoyance show.

"Whatever you say, (Y/n)" Lucas responds, his skepticism radiating from his tone and the look on his face as we both mount our bikes.

"Yup," Dustin says to Mike as he climbs on his own bike, "She's turning into a real jerk."

"She's always been a real jerk," Mike adds, not bothering to hide his disapproving tone as the rest of us flick our bike lights on.

"Nuh-uh, she used to be cool," Dustin argues as we start our way down Mike's driveway, "Like that time she dressed up with (Y/n) as an elf for our Elder Tree campaign."

"Four years ago!" Mike shouts at us from across the dimly lit driveway.

"Just saying!" My brother shouts back in response, having the last word, just as we reach the end of Mike's driveway.

"Later," Lucas says to Mike before catching up to Dustin and me making our way home.

As we're riding home under the stars, I close my eyes for just a second, enjoying the cold breeze flowing past me. It's such a refreshing feeling, with the wind in my hair and my bike zipping along the dark and empty street. In this moment, the world seems to slow down, a pang of nostalgia creeping to the surface as I'm reminded of a simpler time in my life when I was Dustin's age. Those carefree days with Steve by my side seemed so distant now, now that things have changed between us. Tonight, being with Steve in his room had been the closest thing to returning to the way our friendship was in the past. It was nice to relive those memories, even for a moment, to remember what we once had.

"Goodnight, ladies," Lucas teases with a sly smirk and his attention now firmly focused on me. With a wink, he adds, "If you get tired of Harrington, you know I'm always available." With a roll of my eyes at his antics, I suppress the grin threatening to escape onto my lips.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin teases back as Lucas departs from our group to his house. Dustin then turns to Will and I, "Race back to my place?" He asks, "Winner gets a comic." I raise my eyebrows, questioning my little brother's statement.

"Any comic?" Will asks with wide eyes displaying his disbelief.

"Yeah!" Dustin says confidently.

"Let's do this, little bro." I say with a mischievous smile.

I lock eyes with Will and give a confident nod, both of us thinking the same thing. We take off, pedaling as fast as our legs will let us in attempt to get a lead on Dustin.

"Hey, Hey!" Dustin calls after us, "I didn't say go!" Dustin tries to catch us, not succeeding in the slightest, "Get back here!!" Will and I burst into laughter as we race ahead of Dustin, exchanging a quick high five. "I'm gonna kill you!"

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" Will shouts back as he speeds up and quickly getting ahead of me. I giggle at my brother and his friend as we approach my house.

"Bye, Will!" I call out watching him pass my house and cruise down the road.

"See you later, (Y/n)!" Will replies before I make the turn into my driveway, and head inside.

As I walk through the door, I notice my mother and our cat Mews curled up on the couch together, with a soft smile I place a blanket over top of the two. When I go to give my mother a good night kiss on the forehead Dustin obnoxiously opens the front door.

"Son of a bitch," Dustin says clearly frustrated from his loss, I jerk my head over to where he stands by the door.

"Shh!" I whisper-yell placing my finger to my lips, nodding to our mothering sleeping soundly on the couch.

"Oh, sorry," Dustin softly murmurs, making a grand display of tip-toeing across the floor to his bedroom. I roll my eyes at him, but follow closely behind. Before we split off to our separate rooms I turn back around to face Dustin, and notice he already turned too.

"How was Steve's?" Dustin asks awkwardly averting his gaze to the floor.

"Good," I whisper with a soft smile, my hand resting on the doorknob to my room, "Really good."

"Good night sis," Dustin says before opening his bedroom door and stepping inside, "I, uh, hope everything works out between you two,"

“Good night, Dustin,” I say softly, stepping into my own room, closing the door behind me, “Me too.”

I shrug off my jacket and carefully place it on my chair, then I kick off my shoes. With a little sigh, I cross over to my bed and plop myself down. I take a moment to reflect on todays events, my mind wandering as I let out a content breath. I reach over to my dresser and grab my Walkman, placing the headphones over my ears. I turn on, “Time After Time,” and slowly drift off in a comfortable sleep as the song fills my ears.

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Troublesome Twin:

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 910 I think I added to it a little lol

They got to the arena and Y/N stiffened as she looked around, leaning on Coryo.

He softly pulled away and looked down at her. “Stay here okay? I’ll be back.”

“Are you kidding?” She asked. “I’m going with you!”

“Love, you’ve already been hurt a lot. I’m not going to let you risk yourself anymore.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be okay. I’ll be right out with Sejanus. Just stay here.” He kissed her head and walked away.

“Enjoy the show,” Y/N heard as Coryo walked in. She couldn’t take it anymore, before the peace keepers could close the gate she went in too. “Enjoy the show.”

Coryo turned and saw Y/N close behind him. “What are you doing?” Coryo whispered, walking over to her. “I told you to wait there.”

“I couldn’t leave you.” Y/N explained, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. “I can’t lose you.”

Coryo let out a breath as he saw the tears in her eyes, looking around to make sure they were safe for now. “Just stay right next to me.” He ordered, wrapping his arm around her and holding her close as they walked to Sejanus.

“I thought they’d send my ma.” Sejanus let out.

“Yeah, I wish they had.” Coryo let out.

“You need to go, Coryo, Y/N.”

“I’d like to. I really would. I want to get Y/N out of here. But I promised I’d get you out.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re our friend.” Y/N replied.

“I have to do this. I had to go where the cameras are.”

“You think anyone’s watching this?” Coryo let out. “Gaul cut the feed. Tributes kill you in here, she’s just gonna say you died of the flu.” They heard a metallic sound and Y/N leaned more into Coryo, as he looked around and tightened his grip on her. “You need to decide right now. Do you wanna fight these tributes, or do you wanna fight for them? Because if you wanna make a real change, you need to stay alive to do it.”

“How can I make a change from out there?”

“You’re rich,” Y/N explained. “Smart. You care. You’re the only one who stood up to Gual in that class, right?”

The sound got closer and Coryo and Y/N got more tenses.

“We’re dead if we don’t leave right now,” Coryo explained. “Come with us. Spend your fathers money, do some real good. Or just be another dead body in Gaul’s war.”

“Please,” Y/N begged, not wanting to watch another classmate die. “Trust us.”

“I-“ Sejanus started but was cut off by a yell and someone running at them.

“Go! Go!” Coryo yelled, squeezing Y/N’s hand as they all three ran. Y/N was wheezing trying to breath, but her lung injury was making things a lot worse. “Run!”

Sejanus screamed as he fell down trying to make it over the terminal. Y/N couldn’t breathe anymore and struggled to hold on. “Come on, get up! To the gate!”

Y/N tried to get Coryo’s attention but she couldn’t breathe, let alone make a noise. Before she knew it, her hand slipped and she fell to the ground trying to breathe as the boy (Bobbin) was running to her.

“Y/N!” Coryo called, turning around, seeing her pale face as she tried to breathe and get away. He went running to her.

Y/N looked at him with fear and tears in her eyes as he grabbed a wooden stick. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” Coryo let out.

The boy tried to attack Y/N but was stopped by Coryo hitting him until he fell. Y/N watched as Coryo hit him again and again until the little boy fell to his death. And then she watched something take control of her love as he hit the boy again. Sejanus looked terrified of Coryo but Y/N was thankful for him.

“Y/N!” Coryo whispered as he got to Y/N. “Did he hurt you?”

Y/N shook her head and looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “I want to go home.”

“I know.” He let out. They heard a noise and looked up to see Carol and her group coming at them ready to kill. “Can you move and breathe?”

“I can now.”

“Okay,” Coryo let out, helping you up and over the terminal, looking at Sejanus. “Come on, get up!”

They went running as Coral and her group gained up on them. Y/N let out a shriek as she fell to the ground in pain.

“Y/N!” Coryo yelled, picking her up and running to the gate. “Open the gate! Open the gate!” Coryo let out a groan when he felt something impale his shoulder. 

The gates opened and the three quickly got out. 

“Watch those screens gorgeous,” Coral let out. “‘Cause I may have missed you tonight, but your songbird’s next on my list.”

“Coryo,” Y/N breathed.

“I’m right here,” he breathed, putting her down. “What happened?”

“My leg,” she trimble, looking down at her leg to see a dagger stuck in it, blood seeping out.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Sejanus let out. “Coryo, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. For all of it.” A car pulled up and Sejanus watched as his parents got out. “My father. Let the buying begin. “Ma! I had to do something.” He cried running to his mother. 

Y/N looked back at her bleeding leg then back to Coryo and noticed that his shoulder was also bleeding. “Coryo, your shoulder.” She trembled. “It’s bleeding.”

[liminal-zone]

JAMES T KIRK, DEAD WIFE.

Spoilers for Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, up to 2x9

So not a lot of people are talking about this (the state of trek fandom in 2023 is such a surprise to me, having lived through 2009 especially, but also the last decade of the 1900s), so IMMA TALK ABOUT IT. 

My one complaint about Strange New Worlds is that it is way too straight, but lol at me, my one very strong shippy feel is a straight pairing - let’s fucking go:

SO. THE USS ENTERPRISE SECURITY CHIEF LA’AN NOONIEN SINGH, DESCENDANT OF KHAN (from the <s>90s</i> 2020s) FELL IN LOVE WITH HER OWN EDITH KEELER IN TIME TRAVEL HIJINKS: A CAPTAIN KIRK FROM A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE WHERE HIS LIFE IS AWFUL <s>and spock hates him</s> AND HIS BROTHER IS DEAD. BUT HE IS STILL A GOOD MAN. SUCH. A GOOD. MAN. 

(and specifically, he’s such a good man in that HE COMES FROM A DARK TIMELINE, he’s from SPACE!, he’s never lived in Iowa! His brother is dead! And he could be mirror kirk but he isn’t! He’s a good honorable man shaped by different traumas, and he fell in love with her because she’s a great fish out of water, holy shit, GET THAT FISH OUT OF THE WATER)

and then romulan mary queen of scots from reign shoots this Kirk dead and the GOOFY TIME TRAVEL AGENCY FROM DS9 (The Department of Temporal Investigations) is like “lol la'annie, babes, you can’t tell a soul about this” and La’an, our poor dear traumatized tightly-wound perfectionist, can only weep into her pillow. 

but as the tweet by twitter user campy alien says: 

SO NOW SHE IS FACED CONSTANTLY WITH THE REAL JAMES TIBERIUS (tiberius? that’s the worst) KIRK and he’s not her kirk and he’s not anyone’s kirk (is he carol marcus’ kirk? ha ha not for long)

And it’s just buckets of angst (affectionate).

(re the title to this post: in the musical episode, she has a fantasy of smiling at her kirk under a white sheet in bed and WE KNOW THE TROPE, PARAMOUNT. THANKS FOR GIVING US, DEAD WIFE JAMES T KIRK. 13 out of 10, no notes.)

I think this would all be nonsense if it wasn’t for how Paul Wesley is playing Kirk (and the writers are writing Kirk) as this very GENTLE KIRK (Pine, Shatner; not defined by gentleness). He’s deeply charming and romantic and fun and yes full of himself and just a very gentle interested heroic person in the periphery of the current USS Enterprise. Makes sense that he would inherit the chair, makes sense that this Kirk would get cocky in a few years, makes sense this Kirk would fall in love with every woman he sees, <s>doesn’t yet make sense how this Kirk and this Spock would fall in love, that’s another post to make; also as your resident kirk x bones, i’m tapping my gd foot (slowly, i love m'benga!!)</s>. AND I LIKE THAT A LOT. (I live in a house divided, my wife hates him.)

Because there are knives in La’an under that tightly wound surface and there’s just a wonderful bruise there to press on. THIS KIRK IS NOT HER KIRK, AND WILL NEVER BE HER KIRK. HER KIRK IS DEAD AS IF HE NEVER EXISTED AT ALL. How do you process this and move on? Loved to see her tell Kirk about it (loved to see her christen him as Jim) and hope to see how this progresses. 

Final thought (for now): La’an being a new character with a Very Famous Name; where does she end up when a changed USS Enterprise goes on its five year mission (without a security chief apparently)?

[mrssoapmactavish]

maneater - chapter one

"if you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far"

this is the 'first' part of the andromeda series! still working on an official title for it all, but when it's set in stone, that'll be how you can easily find these works :)

mdni at all times! ageless/empty blogs are not welcome here!!

steve harrington had always had a bit of a thing for the emotionally distant women, even if no one would dare point it out to the boy. maybe it's the abandonment from his parents, but it's most definitely not the healthiest thing in the world for him, in fact more often than not leaving him heartbroken, such is the case with the last 'girlfriend' he'd had, nancy wheeler.

after barb's disappearance, she had gone from interested like the sweet, naive schoolgirl falling head-first for the captain of the basketball team like his parents would've hoped for him– if they were actually around, mind you– to detached, then eventually very obviously palling around with jonathan byers.

after accepting the fact that nancy was never really his to begin with– and accepting the heart-aching sting of unrequited love, another emptiness in his life that swallows him whole with loneliness– things had mostly re-stabilized. he was back to hating classes, having tommy and carol still chirping in his ear like nothing had happened. like him and tommy didn't get into a fight last year around this time, before steve had been back into the endless cycle of girls throwing themselves at him, basketball, and feeling oh so alone.

and now, lo and behold, the year he's bound to graduate and he's been applying to colleges and universities left and right, he saw billy hargrove and his two sisters.

sure, he already had a bone to pick with billy himself– the kid had the whole bad-boy thing going on, all the girls that hadn't had a chance to get swayed or swooned over king steve were utterly enamored– but he was pretty indifferent about the young redhead, knowing that the kids would eventually have something to say and he'd get an earful secondhand from nancy.

no, his interest was in the dirty blonde in the leather jacket with cherry-red lips and a furrow in her brows.

she'd been cold and detached when he had first approached her. fine, cool, he totally gets it. but seeing the way billy had given him the nastiest side-eye for greeting his sibling? it lit a fire in him, something he hadn't really felt for a while, and seeing her in his first class of the day stoked it, the flames licking within him, even if he can feel the sting of guilt knowing that this new student is just as interesting to him as nancy had been.

his eyes were locked on her, even as he pretended to laugh along with whatever stupid jest tommy had made that had carol smacking his shoulder and lecturing him, and the way she shifted her balance from foot to foot in front of the class as the insufferable chem teacher continues to ask her about herself.

"we moved from orange county. me, my brother, our half-sister, step-mom and our dad." her tone is full of boredom; she'd rather be anywhere but here, he can feel it coming off of her in waves, but his curious mind swirls at all the possibilities of what she'd rather be doing.

the thought of the girl in a cheerleading uniform just didn't fit. no, she's not the type of girl to spell out a cheer, to shake those ruffled pompoms and get the crowd roaring with excitement. nor was she the sports type; the idea of seeing her in short volleyball shorts is being filed away for later, though, don't get him wrong.

no, the first thought that comes to his head about what she would be doing is something steve harrington would've avoided a year ago.

it's strange to him; he'd never been a big fan of heavier music, always preferring catchy, danceable songs about love, parties, and other light topics, but he could close his eyes now and hear music blasting from an amplifier. she's the type to smell like vanilla and cinnamon, mostly to cover the smell of nicotine from sharing a pack with that ratty brother of hers.

the longer he watches her clash against the teachers' attempt to integrate the outsider into the class community, the more he can imagine of her. the type to drink beer at a party, to hang around whatever friends her brother had because the girls bore her with their chatty nature and mindless gossip.

as much as he wants nothing to do with the 'hargrove' name, he'd give up as many practices as possible to get so much as a glimpse into this girls personal life.

watching the girl walk with confidence but no real anger in her gait to the back of the class, sitting herself down at a table with no other students to be left the hell alone, steve finds himself staring down at his watch. he could swing skipping practice today, maybe, just to see if she'd talk to him more.

"this kinda looks like your old girlfriend, hahaha!" - scotty, evil dead (1981)

steve is, quite honestly, indifferent about the fact that he didn't choose to just skip basketball practice today. on the downside, hargrove is here, smirking and snide and really just giving far too much sass, making him seem like a scrawny kid who only got called the captain of the team because he was king steve.

he'd be absolutely fuming and ready to bitch and moan about this all afternoon and evening to anyone who'll listen– tommy, probably, and try to tone it down a bit more when he's around nancy later– if there wasn't a certain cherry-lipped blonde sitting on the stands, flipping through some boring, keep-you-busy magazine.

sure, he knows the girl won't talk much with him, but it means that the very least he can do is focus more on the game, if only to selfishly hope he'll catch her eye and at least be talked to more than a scowled out greeting. he's dying to talk to someone who doesn't know him as the same prick he was throughout highschool, he's realized.

someone who doesn't, hasn't, or never will associate him with that horrid label of king steve. maybe someone who'll look at him, what he does hanging around the school and occasionally chauffering around some of the kids, and see someone interesting. valuable. worth her time.

too bad his train of thought distracts him from keeping his footing, because it makes it much easier for billy to knock him off his feet, leaving steve to slam down against the scuffed gym floor. now that's embarrassing, he thinks to himself, what a way to make a first impression.

he's not sure whether or not billy had seen the glances towards his sister, he assumes it's the reason for the abrupt shove to the ground, especially in a no-contact sport like basketball. one thing he's very well aware of, however, is the pair of eyes on him from high up in the stands, watching his movements. it makes part of him feel elated; the idea of finally catching her attention, even if it's just because of a loud noise and a human concern for pain, sends a ripple of excitement through his veins.

steve is helped up to his feet, but not before billy mutters something he doesn't quite catch or process right away. "should've planted your feet," the californian mutters, then continuing on with the game like nothing had happened, the jeering and taunts continuing.

steve is no fool; knows that billy hargrove is aiming to dethrone him as king of hawkins high.

a year ago, that might have irked him. his popularity was all that kept his facade together, the glue that kept steve harrington from being exposed as a kid, desparately seeking meaningful connection, something he'd never gotten from his parents. he doesn't like seeking external validation, but because he'd never truly gotten it unconditionally from his parents, he knows it's what he needs to survive. and christ, what's so wrong with him that he doesn't deserve even a single attaboy?

but now? now that he and nancy have been slowly falling apart and he's having to face the fact that he's lost his first love, who he's been turning around for, reforming from his old ways for? now that tommy hagan and carol perkins are only faking friendship with steve, all because steve wouldn't let them call nancy a whore for hanging around jonathan byers?

he couldn't care less. as long as he has something to keep his mind off of the loneliness that seeps into his bones, a reason to stay as far away from his empty home as possible, a reason to come to school every day.. he's alright. at least, he hopes he is.

as he puts on the facade of not being affected or rattled by this entire revelation from the floor of the hawkins high basketball court, he notices that billy hargrove's sister watches intently from the stands, no longer bored and flipping through her magazine to occupy her idle hands and mind.

it's strange, how even just that brings a smile to his face.

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 4

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: The group heads out on a search for answers or maybe even a cure. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; descriptions of gore, violence, zombies, death, mourning, injury, infection, abandonment (consensual)

Chapter 4 - The CDC

“Everybody listen up.” Shane called. “Those of you with C.B.s, we’re gonna be on channel forty. Let’s keep the chatter down, okay? Now you got a problem, don’t have a C.B., can’t get a signal or anything at all, you’re gonna hit your horn one time. That’ll stop the caravan. Any questions?”

“We’re, ah… we’re not going.” Morales stated, glancing at his family before he turned back to Shane. The rest of the group had packed their things, the line of cars trailing out of the camp in preparation for the journey. Iris stood with her arms crossed, watching the group. 

“We have family in Birmingham.” Morales’ wife explained, hugging her daughter close to her chest. “We want to be with our people.” Iris wouldn’t say it out loud, but two less children to care for is a significant advantage for survival. These people weren’t exactly prepared for this kind of life. Hell, was anyone?

“You go on your own, you won’t have anyone to watch your back.” Shane warned.

“We’ll take our chances. I gotta do what’s best for my family.” Morales said with a nod.

“You sure?” Rick asked.

“We talked about it.” He confirmed. “We’re sure.”

“Alright.” Rick nodded. “Shane?” He asked, glancing down at the bag of guns.

"Yeah, alright.” Shane agreed. Rick fished through the bag, handing Morales and his wife a gun and a box of ammo. “Box is half full.” Daryl looked none too pleased about the exchange. He scoffed, turning away to prepare his things before he exploded again.

Morales and his wife exchanged goodbyes and hugs with the people in the group they’d become close with, and little Carl even shed a few tears for his friends. Iris nodded to Morales, shaking his hand despite never really speaking. They walked to their own car, and as the group filed into the available cars, they said goodbye to the camp. 

Dale and Glenn led the caravan in the RV, Rick, Lori with the kids in the second car. Jacqui and Jim were in the back of the RV, treating the symptoms of the infection while they drove. Carol, T-Dog and Andrea followed in an old van, then Iris and Shane in Shane’s jeep. Daryl brought up the end in an old pickup truck, his motorcycle carefully strapped into the bed.

“So, what’s your deal?” Shane asked, one hand on the window frame of the door and the other on the wheel.

“My deal?” Iris asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She’d tied her hair back with the bandana, her knives strapped tight to her hips and legs. She’d agreed to ride with Shane with the expectation he would interrogate her about her life, and because she was comfortable holding her own if the caravan was overrun.

“Yeah. Conveniently show up and join the camp, right when we need you, huh?” He asked, eyeing her from the side. The corner of Iris’ mouth pulled upward and she rolled her eyes.

“Rick made me a deal.” She explained. “I helped get Glenn, I back you up, and a good portion of the guns in that bag are mine.” She gestured vaguely to the duffel in the backseat, and Shane tensed. In complete honestly, Iris didn’t know where her loyalties lay, and Shane was very aware of that. These people didn’t know her, and she didn’t know them. If it came down to it, would she really stay?

They rode for another hour in silence, every so often the radio crackling as Shane checked everyone was good. Dale’s voice came up soon after, explaining that he was pulling the RV over. Iris hopped out of the jeep quickly, coming up to see steam rising from the RV’s grill.

“I told you we’d never get far on that hose.” Dale muttered, putting his hands on his hips as he sat back and examined the damage. Rick sighed, adjusting his hat in the hot sun. “I said I needed the one from the cube van.”

“Can you jury-rig it?” Rick asked.

“That’s all it’s been so far. It’s more duct-tape than hose. And I’m out of duct-tape.” Dale replied, making a face.

“I see something up ahead.” Shane called, peering through a pair of binoculars. “A gas station if we’re lucky.”

“Y’all, Jim— it’s bad. I don’t think he can take anymore.” Jacqui warned as she ran out of the RV. Iris frowned at the gravity of the situation. No one had decided what to do with him should he not make it to the CDC.

“Hey, Rick, you want to hold down the fort? I’ll drive ahead, see what I can bring back?” Shane offered.

“I’ll come. I know what to look for.” Iris added.

“You know what the RV engine needs?” Shane asked suspiciously. Iris rolled her eyes. Her entire life, men never accepted she knew anything about cars.

“I was a mechanic, once.” She stated. To reassure herself, she peered through the grate of the RV, nodding. “I’ll see if I can find some other replacements. There’s a hell of a lot of duct-tape in here.”

“Gotta keep it running somehow.” Dale shrugged, chuckling. Iris nodded, offering a small smile.

“I’ll come along too, back you up.” T-Dog offered. Shane nodded.

“Y’all keep your eyes open, now. We’ll be right back.” Shane called. Rick nodded, taking off his hat as he followed Jacqui into the RV. They loaded into the jeep, driving up ahead to the gas station. 

It was old and abandoned, that was for sure. An old clock that looked like a bottle cap ticked loudly through the place. It’d been looted, but there were a few water bottles and packages of jerky that T-Dog filled his backpack with. Iris found a patch for the radiator hose. Not one that was made for an RV, but it would work if she could fashion it properly. She also grabbed another few rolls of duct-tape while Shane waited outside, guarding the door with his gun.

When they returned, Rick was sitting on the steps of the RV with his head in his hands.

“It’s what he says he wants.” Rick explained as they stood around outside the RV. Jim told him he wanted them to leave him here. With his family. How long they’d been gone, Iris wasn’t sure, but they really should limit their liability risks.

“And he’s lucid?” Carol asked, incredulous.

“He seems to be.” Rick confirmed. “I would say yes.”

“Back in the camp, when I said Daryl might be right, and you shut me down,” Dale said quietly, “you misunderstood. I would never go along with… callously killing a man. I was just gonna suggest that we ask Jim what he wants. Iris said the same.” He gestured to her and she nodded. “I think we have an answer.”

“We just leave him here? Take off?” Shane asked, rubbing a hand over his face as he turned to Rick. “Man, I’m not sure I could live with that.”

“It’s not your call.” Lori stated. “Either one of you.” Iris let a small smile play across her lips. She liked Lori. She didn’t put up with the alpha male pissing contest bullshit they liked to play at.

With that, Shane and Rick hauled Jim out of the RV, carefully trudging up the hill at the side of the road and placing him at the base of a thick oak tree. It cast a good amount of shade over the area, and Jim sighed as he practically sunk into the earth. Iris stayed back at the RV while Daryl patrolled the area and the rest of the group said their goodbyes.

None of them were particularly comfortable with the situation, but if it was what Jim wanted, it was for the best. And deep down, Iris knew they knew it was best for their group. It was emotional for all of them, that was evident. Even Daryl went to apologize quietly before they all went back to their separate vehicles. Iris watched Jim stare up into the sky, and he seemed to sigh in relief as the caravan pulled away.

When they arrived at the CDC they were overwhelmed by the smell of the bodies. Iris fashioned her bandana over her face once more as they armed themselves in preparation. Most of them seemed completely dead, but you could never be too careful. Swarms of flies surrounded the place, maggots festering. The roads had been blocked off in a perimeter around the building, barricades of sand bags providing protection to the National Guard whose bodies they now stepped over.

Rick led the way as they passed the bodies, tanks, military trucks. Everyone moved in a large group, keeping quiet apart from coughing as they walked to the building. Carol and Lori continuously whispered encouragements to their kids, who had hands over their noses, mouths and eyes. The doors to the building were covered with metal grates, all of which seemed bolted into the ground.

“Nothing?” Shane asked as Rick rattled the grate. Iris took note of the security cameras around the place, searching for any indication of activity. Shane pounded angrily on the door.

“There’s nobody here.” T-Dog muttered.

“Then why are these shutters down?” Rick asked argumentatively. Iris tilted her head. He had a point. But whoever had been inside could be long dead.

“Walkers!” Daryl called out in warning. Sophia, Carol’s daughter, began whimpering in fear as they all turned toward the dead.

“Watch the noise.” Iris warned as they cocked their guns. Daryl stepped forward with his crossbow, taking care of the closest one, a man in an army uniform.

“You led us into a graveyard!” Daryl snapped, scowling at Rick.

“Shh!” Dale warned.

“He made a call.” Shane snapped back, grabbing a shotgun.

“It was the wrong damn call!”

“Just shut up. You hear me? Shut up. Shut up!” Shane growled, shoving Daryl backward and pointing a finger to his face. He whipped around. “Rick, this is a dead end.”

“Where are we gonna go?” Carol asked, clutching her daughter to her closely.

“Do you hear me? No blame.” Shane continued.

“She’s right. We can’t be here, this close to the city after dark.” Lori agreed with Carol.

“This place will be crawling soon. We’re making too much noise. Even the sound of the cars.” Iris said quietly, surveying their surroundings. They had their backs up against a wall here.

“Fort Benning, Rick. Still an option.” Shane stated.

“On what?” Andrea asked. “No food, no fuel. That’s a hundred miles.” 

“125. I checked the map.” Glenn corrected. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Forget Fort Banning. We need answers tonight. Now.” Lori snapped, trying to console her sobbing son.

“We’ll think of something.” Rick insisted as they all began shouting, pleading with him. Iris kept quiet, watching him. She glanced back at the shutters, freezing.

“Alright, everyone back to the cars.” Shane called.

“Rick. The camera. The camera moved. It’s recording, but it moved.” Iris said loudly, pointing to the camera.

“You imagined it.” Dale stated quickly, shaking his head.

“No way.” She pulled down her bandana, stepping closer. “Someone’s inside.”

“Look, it’s dead, alright? An automated device. Gears, okay?” Shane said, shaking his head. Rick walked up to the camera, looking straight into it. “Look around this place. You hear me? It’s dead. You need to let it go, Rick!” Rick shoved past him, slamming his hands against the metal shutters again.

“Rick, there’s nobody here!” Lori screamed.

“I know you’re in there! I know you can hear me.” Rick yelled into the camera. Shane was yelling at the others to run back to the cars. The dreaded groaning of walkers got louder with them. “Please, we’re desperate! Please help us. We have women, children. No food, hardly any gas left.”

“Rick. Rick!” Lori pleaded.

“We have nowhere else to go!”

“There’s nobody here.” Lori insisted. “Rick, please!”

“You don’t let us in, you’re killing us!”

“Come on, buddy, let’s go.” Shane pulled at him, the others already halfway to the cars with Daryl leading the charge. Iris stood, staring straight into the camera as they wrestled with Rick. Shane started pulling him as he screamed.

“You’re killing us! You’re killing us! You’re killing us—“ They all stopped as the singular shutter screeched loudly, sliding open. They all whipped around as it thudded, pressurized air moving around, hissing.

They kept their guard up, Daryl covering their backs as they hesitantly walked inside.

“Hello?” Rick called. The building was enormous, an architect’s baby, columns spiralling up to a pointed roof and huge walls of windows trailing upward. The lobby was the majority of spaces, with what looked like offices above. But somewhere, there had to be more. “Hello?”

“Close those doors. Watch for walkers.” Dale warned, Daryl shutting the pedestrian doors behind them. They all stopped, looking around the space, waiting.

“Hello!” A voice called from the opposite end of the lobby. He stood in the mouth of the hallway. The man had scruffy hair and was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, but the grip he had on the military-grade rifle in his hands was confident. “Anybody infected?”

“One of our group was. He didn’t make it.” Rick replied. They all kept their weapons up.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” The man asked.

“A chance.” Rick replied simply. Optimistically. Obnoxiously.

“That’s asking an awful lot these days.” The man replied.

“I know.” Rick agreed. The man’s gaze flicked across each of them, taking in the sight of their group.

“You all submit to a blood test. That’s the price of admission.” The man said lowly.

“We can do that.” The man put his gun down.

“You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed.” He said firmly, gesturing outside.

Iris, Shane, Rick, Glenn and Daryl all ran outside, gathering bags and doing runs from the vehicles. They each took one, finding it easier to be agile when they separated. T-Dog and Dale manned the doors, closing them tight and opening them wide each time they ran in and out. In a few minutes, everything was in a pile in the lobby. Rick gave him the go-ahead, and the man scanned a keycard.

“Vi, seal the main entrance.” He spoke into it. “Kill the power up here.” The grate slid shut over the doors as the key panel beeped and blinked red. 

“Rick Grimes.” Rick introduced, offering his hand to shake. The doctor looked at him warily, making no move to shake his hand.

“Dr. Edwin Jenner.” He replied.

[icegirl03]

Wedding vows | Iceman x reader

This was requested by the lovely @deanscroissant 🩷

Warnings: crying, slight mentions of death.

Fluff,slight angst.

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Charlie is the flower girl,while Carole was the maid of honour. Slider is the best man and Maverick,well he's just existing.

This was a navy wedding,so every pilot was wearing their service dress whites. Highly decorated pilots,commanders, and admirals were invited.

"Everyone stand up for the bride"

Everyone was up and faced to the beginning of the altar,as you entered,beautiful white dress,flower bouquet on your hands,and a long veil dragging behind you. Everyone cooed in awe,but all you could look at was Tom,waiting for you at the end of the altar.

Little Bradley was in a tux following behind you. He was the ring holder.

You arrive at the altar,only to be met with Tom's watery eyes. You knew he was the emotional one,behind the cold image he had created in the navy, the Tom you knew was a whole other person.

You two have been through a lot,you met him when he was at his lowest,and you two became inseparable.

The ceremony began.

Minister: (Addressing guests)

"Marriage is a venerated institution, and one deserving of deep reverence. Today we observe the union of Tom and Y/n in holy matrimony, a commitment they have chosen to undertake with all the sincerity that it warrants."

You two look at each others eyes while the minister speaks.

Minister: "Tom and Y/n, I invite you to express your sacred vows to one another. Please face each other as you declare these vows before God and in the presence of your family and friends."

"Tom, you may start."

Tom had written his vows,he opened the small book with shaky hands and started reading.

"To the love of my life. I've been to many weddings. When I see other people get married I could only think about marrying you,when I heard people read their vows,I could only think about reading my vows."

His voice was trembling,hands were shaky,and his eyes were in the verge of tears. The guests were looking around at each other,surprised.

"I love how you chose me,despite my work and knowing how dangerous it was,and how I could not be here any day. I love you because you chose me,just the way I am, you chose me together with the navy. I have my flaws and you found me when I wasn't at my best."

He was now actually crying,tears running down his face, and Slider patting his back.

"We have been through many hardships together,and I feel the luckiest man to marry you. I can't wait to wake up next to you,and come home to you for the rest of my life. I will always get upset when I leave you when I get deployed,and I will always have your picture on my cockpit. I promise to cherish you,to always give you affection,to make you happy,to celebrate you and celebrate with you,and most importantly, to be your best friend. Because you are my best friend,my better half. You complete me."

Everyone applauded,while you wiped his tears away.

It was your turn to say your vows.

"My dear Tom," he gave you a smile.

"You have always been there for me,you have never abandoned me. I remember the first time we met,I had no idea I would end up with the amazing person that you are. I promise to always welcome you with a smile and open arms,when things become too much. I promise to take care of you when you're sick,I promise to love you even when we're old and tired from raising our 4 kids.."

The guest chuckled

"...you are my saviour,my hero,the best man I know, and you have made me the happiest woman on earth with your love. You're one of a kind,and I promise to cherish you until death do us apart."

The guests applauded

Minister: "It is now time to exchange the rings. The circle formed by each ring is a symbol of your love and eternal commitment to each other. May these rings remind you always of these sacred promises you've made to each other today in the company of your family and friends."

Little Bradley approached with the box that had the rings,earning coos from the guests.

You two exchange your rings with shaking hands.

Minister:" By the power vested in me, by the state of Military Americas and by the Universal Life Church, I pronounce you, Tom and Y/n as Husband and Wife, lawfully wedded before God."

Minister: "Tom, you may now kiss the bride"

Tom approached you and cupped your face and kissed you deeply. He turned and dipped you,earning some "woo's" and cheering from the guests.

Minister: Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honor that I officially present to you Mr. and Mrs. Kazansky !!

The moment you were pronounced husband and wife two military planes flew above you.

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The after party had started, and you started greeting the guests as newlyweds. After greeting all the important admirals and commanders, the two of you move to Maverick, Slider and Goose.

"Now now we never knew how emotional Tom could get, I mean I never expected him to cry so much" Maverick joked.

Tom held your waist and smiled "Mother Goose shut him up before I do,he won't like that"

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I hope you like this! Request are open!

I LOVE comments so feel free to show your feedback! Much appreciated!

[seaweedstarshine]

*Poll inspired by typical ambiguity in the new audio story Victory of the Doctor, which on an unrelated note is amazing!

Evidence for each argument beneath the cut!

Open marriage

The Doctor's wedding to Marilyn Monroe occurs in A Christmas Carol, when he storms off to a chapel with lipstick marks on his face. “I’ll just go and get married then, shall I? See how you like that. Marilyn? Get your coat!”

While he wasn't yet with River then, he maintains this relationship afterwards, apparently with River involved. In the mini-episode Good Night, the Doctor enters the TARDIS with a euphonium, calling over his shoulder, “River! I’ll see you later! Tell Marilyn she’s too late, she’ll have to use the biplane. Take care!”

Another piece of evidence comes from The Wedding of River Song, when they're passive-aggressively flirting.

“Hallucinogenic lipstick. Works wonders on President Kennedy. And Cleopatra was a real pushover.” “I always thought so.” “She mentioned you.” “What did she say?” “Put down that gun.” “Did you?” “Eventually.” “Oh, they're flirting. Do I have to watch this?” (from Kovarian)

I've never understood the innuendo (please tell me what I'm missing), but Kovarian does, and as we know from The Husbands of River Song, the Doctor and River are both married to Cleopatra, so… it's definitely something.

There's also that diary page in The Eternity Clock game that suggests the Doctor, River, and Jim the Fish got blackout drunk at karaoke night and started “some sort of religion of love” which went on to last for centuries.

Serial cheaters

“How can you be engaged, in a manner of speaking?” The Doctor is jealous in Flesh and Stone before he's even kissed her, which doesn't set him up as a person who'd be interested in an open marriage.

“No, wait. That's your husband? That's who you're married to? Not anybody else?” In The Husbands of River Song, the Doctor is clearly not expecting the other husbands. Culminating in the same episode…

“So, King Hydroflax?” “Oh, how many times? I married the diamond!” “So you say.” “Elizabeth the First!” “Ramone!” “Marilyn Monroe!” “Stephen Fry!” “Cleopatra!” “Same thing!”

It appears he is well aware of her other spouses (and that she's aware of his); so perhaps his surprise was more that didn't expect her to be so flagrant about them. It makes him insecure (“I posed as his nurse. Took me a week.” “To fall in love?” “It's the easiest lie you can tell a man. They'll automatically believe any story they're the hero of.”) enough to start an argument about it.

River also expresses her jealousy as an obvious fact, as seen in The Day of the Doctor Novelization (written by Moffat who (along with Alex!!) knows the character best):

“Ow!” “Madame de Pompadour?” “Jealous?” “Of course I’m jealous. Keep your hands off her.”

In The Name of the Doctor, we learn that the Doctor, who has had a number of... sexually-charged moments with Clara (including, but not limited to, Victorian Clara), has avoided telling her that River is his wife. Vastra is uncomfortable with having to introduce them, having “gone a darker shade of green.”

“The Doctor might have mentioned me?” “Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, of course he has. Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.” (from Clara)

Actually both

This could mean many things (i.e. open marriage with boundaries which are violated), but potentially, all the same evidence from prior arguments! With a shade of “Our lives are back to front.”

In the mini-episodes First Night/Last Night, when River, having burst into the TARDIS and pretended to faint, mistakes her past self for another woman the Doctor's hiding from her, she openly expresses jealousy.

“Doctor. Have you brought someone else here? Does anyone agree to wear that dress? Where is she!” “River, think it through!” “This happened the last time we were here. You brought someone else!” “No I didn’t!” “Yes you did, I heard you talking to her!”

However, when a third and significantly older version of River makes the same mistake, she no longer expresses jealousy, but rather curiosity, which could at least signal a shift in how she sees their marriage.

Maybe there was a conversation that happened. Maybe it slipped the Doctor's mind when he forgot Clara.

Actually neither

This could also mean multiple things, but one of those things is this. The Doctor is a widower from the start. Likewise, River is well aware of Doctor's death on Trenzalore, “of course River would know, she's always known,” having been raised to prevent those events, and having refused to be bound by that destiny.

How can fidelity be defined the same way for time travelers? Everyone's spouses are dead somewhen. River understands the paradox of her husband's existence better than anyone. To quote The Day of the Doctor Novelization yet again…

‘Because you live in a time machine. All of history is still happening outside those doors. On a good night that means everyone you ever met is still alive and you can’t wait to see them again. On a bad night, it means everyone’s dead, and you want to charge around the universe, pretending you can do something about that.’ She looked up at me. ‘I know which version of you I prefer.’ 

And there she was, so alive again. I remembered her, twisted, burnt and dead, in the depths of The Library. ‘What if there are people who died because of me?’ I asked. ‘What if there are people I should have saved?’

‘People die. All people, everywhere. We grieve and we move on. That is how we respect the dead. That is how we forgive ourselves in their presence and their absence.’

Please feel free to add anything I missed!