#my little maggie-bean

[trash-city]

*squeaky* ^._.^

[lunajay33]

Just Us🩶

Summary: In a world full of walkers y/n was able to escape with her best friend, but maybe that friendship turns into something more

Pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader

A/n: This story starts when the group is on the road after Terminus but I’m gonna make y/n and Carl 18 just to speed along the story!! This is also my first Carl Grimes series! This story includes 18+ scenes, pregnancy and more

•Masterlist•

The prison felt like home, a place where we could make permanent and we did…..for a short while but then the governor came along ruining everything splitting my family up in every direction but who ever above was on our side and we found each other. We worked together and escaped and survived Terminus and now here we all were….well who survived, we lost Beth and the next day we lost Tyrese, it was hard on us all but especially Daryl, Maggie and Sasha but we still had our group that had to be worth something right?

We were walking down a road that felt like it went on forever, all the cars empty of gas, no food, barely any water, just us scattered on the road and the hot Georgia sun beating down on us

“Hey you doing okay?” Carl asked nudging my shoulder

“Oh ya I’ll be fine, just……hungry, how this beautiful little bean?” I asked rubbing Judith’s cheek as she was in Carls arms

“She doing pretty good, she’s small enough she doesn’t need much food plus she’s not burning it off cause she’s being carried all day” he said as he adjusted her

“I can take her for a while” I said holding my arms out for her to give Carl a break

“You sure?”

“Of course you know I love babies” I said smiling as I held her to my chest as she babbled nuzzling against me

“I think she likes you more than me” Carl laughed

“I must just have that motherly vibe she wants” I said teasing him knowing how protective he was of her

Carls Pov

Seeing y/n hold Judith made my heart beat fast, she’s been my best friend since grade 2 and having her be with me during all this chaos was a blessing, she was my light and peace through all the gore and despair

But along the way, I don’t know when but she changed from being my fun loving best friend to this woman who was beautiful and caring and would do anything for the ones she loved, but I couldn’t ruin what we had not in this world

But the image before me, my little sister in her arms, and how quickly Judith took to her as if she was her mother, y/n always had that caring motherly aura about her even at the prison she’d try to help the kids but now we were 18 and maybe I wanted more with her maybe with this little time we had I should tell her

Y/n Pov

Carl had been glancing at me all day, I had caught him a few times and his cheeks would become beet red and I thought it was adorable, I’ve always found Carl charming in his own way, he was kind and always made me feel included when we were younger, and when people came back from the dead he became very protective and it just made me even more fond of him plus he’s insanely cute so that’s a plus

The group found a barn to sleep in for the night it was nice compared to sleeping in the wide open, atleast this was a bit of shelter and a layer of protection even if it was old

Everyone was scattered around, I was sitting by the little fire with Carl, Rick, Daryl and Michonne while Judith was still in my arms sleeping soundly against my chest

“You tired?” Carl asked from beside me

“A little but I don’t wanna move and disturb Jude” I said as I gently played with her wispy hair

“Here lean on me” he said moving closer so I could lay my head in his shoulder

He laid his head on top of mine, he was taller so his shoulder was at a comfortable height so I wasn’t breaking my neck

“Thank you” I whispered feeling the tiredness fully from the days journey

He wrapped his arm around my back holding my waist and pulling me closer, then I felt him brushing my hair back keeping his hand on my cheek for a bit before he pulled it back

I looked up at him seeing the red was back on his cheeks that warmed my heart, our lips were so close I could feel him breathing

“I’ll protect you y/n, always” he whispered running his hand back through my hair gripping it gently, I could feel my heart beat in my chest, my wrist, everywhere

“Carl promise me……..promise you’ll never leave me”

“I promise as long as you do the same, don’t know what I’d do with out my ray of sunshine” he said smiling as he laid his forehead against mine

This moment was so tender, loving and gentle I’d do anything to just stay in this little bubble of us forever but noooooo other people had to pop it

“Okay love birds calm down” Michonne said making some laugh as we both pulled back a bit blushing like crazy, I laid my head back on his shoulder a little embarrassed hearing Carl clear his throat obviously embarrassed as well

“Says you Michonne” Carl said and that shut her up as I saw Rick smile as he looked at her with such unspoken love, they were bound to be together

Even in when we were all in despair love was the only thing that kept us going, that kept us walking and searching for something, love is all we had and for me it was everything, my love for the group and my personal relationship I have with each one of them, and my deep love for Carl it made me feel safe knowing he was there

“Good night Carl”

“Good night sunshine”

I woke up the next morning finding myself in Carls arms with Judith still in mine cozy between our chests, everyone else still seemed to be asleep so I gently traced my finger over his cheek, his little freckles and tracing down to his pink lips feeling his little huff of air when he’d snore, everything he did made my heart swell more

“Having fun?” My heart jumped not expecting him to wake up

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself” I said hiding my face against his chest as he ran his hand up and down my back

“It’s fine, thought it was cute” he said laughing quietly under his breath

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat it” he said poking my side

“Fine…..”

“How’s Jude?” He asked looking down between us both seeing her curled up sucking her thumb

“Good, still as cute as a button” I said booping her nose lightly

It was silent as we both admired her, she was so naive to everything in the world and still has that wonder about her, she was lucky she had so many people love her

“I miss my baby sister, I remember when my parents brought her home she was so little I wouldn’t leave her side, I helped my mom take care of her, always couldn’t wait to have a baby of my own and now I don’t think I’ll get that and I don’t even know where my family is”

“I’m sorry, maybe they’re out there safe and if we find somewhere safe you can always have a baby don’t give up on that, i remember how you were with her is that why you spend so much time with Judith because it reminds you of Lily?” He asked as he rubbed my cheek

“Maybe…….i just miss her so much she was my best friend before you swooped in” I said trying to lighten the mood

“You know I’m glad you spilled your lunch on me that day, if not I’d never have met such a beautiful best friend”

“We don’t really act like best friends” I said feeling those butterflies in my stomach only he gave me

“Ya I suppose not, I just can’t help it…….do you not like it?”

“If I didn’t like it I would’ve told you Carl” I said smiling softly

Later that day a guy named Aaron found us, told us about this place called Alexandria and with some convincing Rick agreed and the next day we were rolling up to the gates of this supposedly safe protected community, I looked at Carl as he was sat next to me in the back of the car Rick was driving

“You ready?” He asked squeezing my hand

I nodded as I picked up Judith and we all got out gathering by the gate as it opened, showing a little town, unscathed this whole time, nice houses kids running around, the people looked clean but we were still a little wary

“Dianna will see you each and get to know the group but while you’re all waiting you can look around!” Aaron said as he and his husband left

Everyone had their interviews and after all that we found ourselves in a nice big house setting up bed in the living room

I laid down a big comforter and some pillows to make it more comfortable, Rick had taken Judith making me feel lonely, I was so use to holding her

“Mind if I sleep next to you” Carl said smiling as he started to make himself comfortable anyways

I laid down next to him facing each other as I lifted a throw blanket to cover us both up, everyone else was getting settled for bed as well around us still hearing the murmuring of little conversations

“Do you think we will be okay here?” I asked biting my lip nervously

“I don’t know……but I know that if we are all together then we will figure this out”

More parts to come! If you like this and wanna be notified of the next part lmk and I’ll add you to a taglist!!:)

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[dangerkittenclaws]

Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

 IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards. 

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together. 

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going. 

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.” 

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again. 

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips. 

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence. 

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators. 

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you. 

“Damn your long legs.” 

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush. 

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light. 

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom. 

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside. 

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening? 

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you. 

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it. 

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts. 

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this? 

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm. 

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck. 

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake. 

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath. 

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts. 

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve. 

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly. 

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again. 

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time. 

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference. 

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning. 

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you. 

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch. 

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him. 

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips. 

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation. 

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back. 

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust. 

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy. 

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!” 

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?” 

“Either?” 

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both. 

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.” 

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away. 

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.

[creacherkeeper]

when you didn't even know you needed a second chance

{the good bones, maggie smith / summer doorway with african lilies, phyllis dodd / sputnik sweetheart, haruki murakami / ashe vernon / phoebe wahl / creacherkeeper / braiding sweetgrass, robin wall kimmerer / love poem with apologies for my appearance, ada limón / @korocore / i am offering this poem, jimmy santiago baca}

[ID: ten images, 8 of text and 2 paintings, in a litstack

1: [...] though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

2: a realistic painting in soft colors of a potted african lily plan sitting outside the open doorway of a home. beyond the door there are more plants in a garden

3: I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

4: So maybe this time, love doesn't kick down the door-- / doesn't rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. / Maybe you can't smell the smoke because, / for once, / nothing is burning.

5: There is a little house somewhere, surrounded by green cedar boughs, where we are eating oatcakes with honey, dipping them in our tea three times for good luck. Somewhere I am sitting with you in stillness.

6: Calm, for the most part. Also tired, also worried, also nervous, also scared, also sad, but those things were just … always swimming around inside her somewhere. Sometimes they were quiet, sometimes they were bigger. They’d been quiet the last few days. It seemed another emotion had replaced them, a subtle sort of ache around her chest, a pang of longing that she had long come to recognize. / She really missed Morel.

7: [...] found her barefoot in the garden, planting beans and helping me fill my pail with earthworms that were severed by her shovel. I thought I could nurse them back to health in the worm hospital I constructed beneath the irises. She encouraged me in this, always saying, "There is no hurt that can't be healed by love."

8: I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I'm wrong, it is that I love you, but it's more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through the curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it.

9: a painting of many pastel flowers. the flowers are painted using thick brush strokes to give the petals a raised texture

10: I love you, / I have nothing else to give you, / so it is a pot full of yellow corn / to warm your belly in winter, / it is a scarf for your head, / to wear over your hair, / to tie up around your face. / I love you,

end ID]

[poppadom0912]

Men Suck

Characters: Kelly Severide x Sibling!Reader

Warnings: Abusive/toxic relationship, injuries, blood, hospital treatment.

Summary: Kelly finds out he should've trusted his gut.

A/N: This is kinda new for me, my first time writing a sibling fic for Kelly. Hope it's okay!

*****

Naturally, whenever you brought a boy home, Kelly played his role as your big brother a little too well, always presenting himself as all macho and scary so boys would back off and never talk to you again.

But Jacob, he was different.

The first time you formally introduced Kelly and Jacob was one night at Molly's. You just finished your shift and Kelly invited you for a free drink, something about not seeing you for weeks now due to firehouse drama.

Kelly like usual was ice cold towards the man and he had a very good reason. The moment he noticed you walking into the bar, the man close behind you, he knew something about him was off.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself, his face permanently looking smug and the callouses, old scars and healing skin on his hands sent immediate alarms.

Of course, in the beginning you were as careful as could be but then a month went, then six and then a year and you and Jacob were still together and dating. But, it was seven months in when everything starting to unfold.

Your shift ran over one night and the ED was understaffed and Maggie said she needed all the nurses she could have, so she asked and without a second thought you accepted, helping through the rush of the multi-vehicle car accident.

You were completely shattered, wanting nothing more than a hot bath and to go to bed, falling into the arms of your boyfriend. Alas, it wasn't that simple.

The veins in his neck were sticking out, his knuckles white from the grip on the bottle of beer yet his face was completely straight, too straight.

No matter how valid your excuses were, he just kept going and long before you knew it, your body went limp into his arms so you wouldn't hit the floor, alerting whoever lived downstairs.

From then on, you made sure to tread very carefully every time you set foot into your shared apartment. You constantly made sure that you were home before it got too late no matter what you were doing.

Eventually, people at work started to realise you weren't being you. Suddenly, you were jittering and flinched at the smallest thing, something you never used to do. You used to be the opposite, nothing scaring you because of the tolerance you built up as a child.

Everyone in the ED was so concerned that they even looped in Dr Charles and Ms Goodwin, the psychiatrist already noticing your unusual behaviour before he was told by your concerned colleagues.

You brushed off all of their concerns, saying you were completely fine and everything was great.

Then, someone snitched. You couldn't confirm who it was but anyone who knew Kelly, which was basically the entire staff, called him and spilled the beans.

From then on, Kelly was always in your ear, constantly asking if you were okay, if you wanted to hang out with him, if you wanted to have dinner and stay the night but you always made excuses. It wasn't like Jacob would let you spend the evening with your brother anyways.

All you wanted was for this nightmare to be over and for it all to go back to normal.

*****

Last night was the worst it's ever been. You lost track of time and when you eventually came to, you felt like the reincarnation of death.

You had been left to bleed out on the floor, still dressed in the clothes you wore when you left work, your shoes still on your feet.

Groaning, mustering up all the energy you had, you pushed yourself up and tried to stay silent, trying to hear if Jacob was home but from the corner of your eyes, you could just about make out the empty shoe rack.

He literally left you to die.

Still disorientated, wincing when your body pulsated in several places, you started cursing yourself out. Why did you let it get so far? You should've left him before the second date when Kelly expressed his hatred for the man.

Your eyes dragged across the room, trying to look for anything you could use to help your situation. Still sitting on the wooden floor, you propped yourself against the armrest of the sofa so you were upright. Taking the tissue box from the coffee table, you used as much as you could before the box was empty, holding the white squares against the parts of you that were bleeding.

But, you ran out and you were still bleeding. Before long, you'd pass out against from blood loss and if no one found you, these were going to be your last moments before dying.

This was the only time you were going to be thankful for Jacob. For some reason, he had the home phone on the table besides the sofa which meant that right behind you, within your reach was a phone.

Stretching backwards, you cried out, your fingers violently shaking as you struggled to grip the phone but you were relentless, grabbing the object with all the might you had left.

Pressing in the numbers of your brothers number, you tried to keep your breathing steady as the phone started ringing. As time went on, everything got more blurry, everything hurt more and the more you wanted to close your eyes and take a quick nap.

Snapping out of your reverie, you inhaled sharply at the voice that suddenly spoke, coming from the phone laying in your grasp.

"Severide." You felt tears fall down your cheeks, your sobs echoing, causing your chest to be in immense pain as your body shook.

"Kelly." You breathed out. Just hearing his voice brought you peace and all of a sudden, everything was perfect and you could go now.

"Y/N?" Kelly said in alarm, not recognising the number on his phone but he knew that voice, not liking how you sounded though. Your cries were loud and clear through the phone and it made his heart clench. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

His questions brought the common room to a standstill. Everyone was eating brunch, having missed breakfast because of a call. All their eyes watched Kelly who was frozen in his seat, his phone to his ear.

"It was- Jacob's gone." You breathed out, trying to swallow back your tears so you could tell Kelly everything. "He- I'm hurt Kelly."

That was all Kelly needed to hear to know that Jacob did something, he hurt you. Kelly swore he never saw as much red as he did right now. To know that that scumbag lay a finger on you and he inflicted pain onto you, Jacob would be six feet under the next time next time Kelly saw him.

"Okay, I'm on my way Y/N." Kelly said, letting everyone in the room know that they needed to go. It didn't matter if it wasn't an official call because Kelly's little sister needed help and that was the only explanation needed.

*****

Driving at record speed, Kelly ran past the elevator and went up the stairs, going straight to the floor the apartment you shared with Jacob was. On the drive over, you stopped talking to Kelly and all he could think of was the worst.

Courtesy of Jacob, Kelly was denied a key to your place meaning that he had to kick in the door, kicking it repeatedly with his boot till it fell off its hinges.

Despite being unfamiliar with the layout of the apartment, Kelly ran in and felt his heart drop when his eyes found you unconscious up against the sofa.

Dropping to his knees, water building up behind his eyes, Kelly gently placed his fingers on your neck, waiting with bated breath for a pulse; letting out a sigh of relief when it was weak but it was there nonetheless.

"Y/N. Hey, open those eyes for me." Kelly whispered, pushing your hair from sticking on your forehead to behind your ears. He let his eyes scan your body, his own aching upon finding you littered in wounds, bruises and scars, some of which will permanently scar your skin.

Your groan was just about audible, Kelly's head snapping towards your head. A smile graced his lips when your eyelids fluttered, you were waking up.

"Hey, keep those pretty eyes open for me." Kelly begged you, your hand in his when Sylvie and Gabby finally entered the apartment. And your hand would stay with his until he was forced away by your colleagues at Med when you were taken to surgery.

*****

Your senses slowly came back, one by one. You easily recognised the smell, the sounds and the material of the blanket sitting on your lap and the bed you lay on.

Swallowing back a groan, you felt the needles poking in your skin. Peeling your eyes open, you blinked away any tiredness and scanned the room.

The room was dimly lit, the lights turned down so no ones sleep was going to be disturbed. Trying to move your fingers, one hand was connected to a bunch of needles and monitors while the other was being clutched in a warm hand.

Following the hand, your smiled at the salt and pepper hair. Kelly's head resting on your bed and he finally slept after god knows how long. He was still dressed in his uniform letting you know he hadn't moved an inch since your arrival.

"Kelly." You whispered, poking his cheek. "Wake up."

With a few more pokes, becoming more forceful as you went on, Kelly sat up in alarm, his eyes wide in confusion. "What, what's wro-" He cut himself off, you being the first thing he looked out.

You could physically see Kelly relax, letting out the biggest sigh of relief to see you awake and talking, way more alert than you were before.

"Gosh kid, you scared me." Kelly said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. All he wanted to do was wrap you up, keep you to himself and never let you go. His job as your older brother was to protect you and he failed.

"Men suck." You said with a slight smile, looking into Kelly's eyes that were identical to yours. "I should've listened to you."

"Don't blame yourself." Kelly shook his head, wanting you to know that you were definitely not to blame. "I should've been more annoying. Should've forced Jacob out and as far away from you."

"Don't blame yourself." You mocked Kelly, scoffing when he started to blame himself, guilt eating him up so much he was nearly drowning.

"Thank you Kelly." Your smile brightened, loving the comfort he brought he with small gestures like he was now, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand like he used to when you were a kid struggling to sleep.

"No problem kid." Kelly smirked when you frowned, hating that he still called you that even though you were a fully grown, functioning and full time working adult.

"Anything for you."

[aloysiavirgata]

Prompt: M&S playing Cards Against Humanity with the Gunmen. Scully’s deal. The white cards (you pick the black card): Two midgets shitting into a box, Pixelated bukkake, Making the penises kiss, Meatloaf, the man.

She’s high.

She’s really fucking high, the way Agent Scully never could be but in the way Doctor Scully gets from time to time. Agent Scully doesn’t get to vote on these decisions anymore. She never had any fun.

Well, very little fun. She was sad a lot. She made questionable choices.

“Still way too weird,” Frohike says, eyeing her.

“Like that time in Vegas,” Langley says in his adenoidal voice, as he does every time she is stoned.

She remembers Vegas a bit, would absolutely murder someone for a cigarette right now, Christ.

“I would absolutely murder someone for a cigarette right now,” she says, cheerfully.

“Murder them later. Come on, Scully.”

“Meatloaf the man,” she murmurs, then cracks up, tears running down her cheeks.

Mulder groans. “That’s the third time you’ve read that one out loud! Pick a card.”

She frowns at him, wounded. Sticks her lip out with Shirley Temple verve. “I’m weighing my options.”

The Gunmen sigh in unison.

“Get your woman in line,” Frohike grouses.

Scully throws a corn chip at him, misses by a yard.

“I’m like a sniper,” she whispers loudly. “I snipe.”

“How high are you?” Mulder hisses at her.

“About 5’2,” she hisses back.

Mulder flicks her ear. “I’m counting to three. One -“

Scully chews her lower lip, then proudly lays “Making the penises kiss” on the table, face up. “A romantic, candlelit dinner would be incomplete without…” she reminds them. Helpfully.

“BYERS IS THE CARD CZAR!” everyone shouts at her.

Scully, unperturbed, pats Byers on the cheek. “You’re doing a good job,” she says. “I’m proud.”

Byers sighs and dips a piece of celery into the bean dip. “Thanks, Scully.”

She beams. “Two midgets shitting in a box, that’s…what’s it called if it isn’t racist but still very bad about specific people?”

Mulder considers this. “Offensive? Derogatory? Condescending?”

“Yes,” she says, solemn. “Those. Do we have any corn?”

“What was her last one?” Frohike asks. “She never read it.

“Pixelated bukkake.”

“Mulder!” she exclaims, scandalized. “That one isn’t appropriate.”

He guffaws. “For whom?”

She nods her chin towards the Nativity. “The baby Jesus.”

Langley cackles.

Scully frowns at him. “Even pixelated, Ringo. The Blessed Infant shouldn’t be exposed to oral sex. Kissing is G rated.”

Mulder puts his head on the table. “I quit.”

“No,” she says, aghast. “You retired! Skinner said so.”

There are tears of silent laughter running down Frohike’s cheeks. His shoulders are shaking.

“How long is Maggie keeping William,” Byers asks, watching as Scully makes a sandwich of two pieces of cheddar cheese and half of a strawberry.

“Noon at least,” Mulder says into the napkin holder.

“Meatloaf the man,” Scully squeaks, and laughs hysterically into Byers’s shoulder.

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Can you write something where the reader is 6 months pregnant at the Ketucky Derby. Jack is very protective. And Jack also wants to show your baby bump to the crowd. Your shy, but you'll do it for Jack. Can also add Drake being protective also.

Kentucky derby • Jack harlow

SUMMARY: jack and reader announce pregnancy at Kentucky derby

GENRE: fluff

PAIRING: jack Harlow x wife reader

WARNING. pregnant reader,

Jack harlow masterlist

AUTHOR NOTE: this is a cute concept. I love it. Thank you for requesting. I honestly don't know how to put drake in this to be protective so I'm just going to do it another way.

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You were six months along in your pregnancy. No one but your close friends and family knew. None of Jack's fans knew About your pregnancy. You enjoyed the privacy you had gotten the past few months, the world not knowing made it easier on you to get through it without stress Now that you had only a few months left you were ok with showing the world that you were expecting a little bean.

Jack was very much a fan of showing you off to the world. Multiple times he wanted to post you and your bump cause he was obsessed and wanted to show you off, but he knew that's not what you wanted right now. But now that you were ready to announce it he was excited. He couldn't wait to show you off.

"you ok baby?" Jack asked as he walked up to where you were sitting. "Yeah I'm fine." You smiled at him making him smile back.

"you need me to get you anything? Some water, some food?"

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. He was always like this with you ever since day one of finding out you were expecting. "No I'm fine baby. Thank you."

Jack left you alone and walked away, but as he chatted with others he couldn't help but keep an eye on you. He loved how beautiful you were sitting there talking to Neelam and Maggie. It seemed like he had somehow fell more in love with you when you got pregnant. Seeing you carrying his child and watching them grow every day made him feel so warm inside. He just couldn't wait to see you as a mom.

A few minutes went by before someone made an announcement that they were all going outside. Jack moved across the room to where you were. His hand went to your back instantly making you smile.

"you doing good?" He whispered in your ear as you made your way outside. "Yeah, I'm doing great." Jack Kissed your cheek and you both continued walking till you got to the balcony that overlooked the crowd. Jack didn't hesitate to bring you to the front where everyone could see you.

You grew shy at all the cheering and eyes on you. This wasn't anything new if you were being honest, but it was still weird.

Jack wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. His hand went down and touched your swollen belly (it was something that he always did). Jack couldn't help smile, this is what he's been dying to do. Show you off to the world.

"you look beautiful mamas." Jack kissed your cheek again making your face heat up. "I know." You laughed nervously and tried to move from his grip, but jack wasn't having it.

"hey, stay. I wanna show you off."

You mumbled an ok and stayed in Jack arms. Jack made conversation with the crowd and showed you off as much as he could. While there drake and Jack couldn't help but bicker about the the gender of the baby.

"she's having a boy. I know, I can tell." Drake said with a ton of confidence. You laughed as jack rolled his eyes. "It's definitely a girl. I don't know what you're talking about."

"nah man. Y/n, what do you think?"

You looked at drake and then Jack. You sighed and shook your head. "I think it's a boy."

Jack grunted at you taking drakes side. "If it's a girl I want an apology from you both." Jack wrapped his arms back around you as you all laughed.

--

The night soon ended and you and Jack made your way back to your hotel room.

"you had a good time today?" Jack asked you from the bathroom where he was taking of his suit. "Yeah, it was great." You took a seat on the edge of the bed and kicked off your shoes.

"it was nice to go out and not have to hide you know?" Jack mumbled an 'uh huh'. You stood up and started pulling your dress off of you. Jack came up behind you and helped you pull the dress off until it pooled on the ground. You stepped out and walked over to your suitcase where you pulled out one of Jack's oversized shirt. You pulled it on and walked over to the bed. You crawled under the cover and sighed. Jack soon joined you, he mocked your sigh making you laugh.

"now, I'm hungry."

Jack couldn't help but laugh. "Wanna order something?" You nodded. "Yes. A burger will do."

"ok I'm going to order a burger just for you baby."

You smiled. "Thank you!"

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Emily’s Halloween

“Fox, look! I want to go to that house!” a young voice said loudly

“Now Emily, he doesn’t like to be called that. He’d prefer to be called Mulder” Scully said gently

Emily sighed “Sorry Mulder” she corrected herself. Even though she was only a toddler, she knew better than to argue with her mother. Scully was definitely a loving parent but she could be firm when it was needed.

Mulder laughed. “Scully, it’s okay” he replied “I can make an exception to the ‘no Fox’ rule” he smiled as he adjusted Emily’s headpiece. She was dressed as a pumpkin and her little headband that her Grandma Maggie had made for her was slipping off of her head as she bounced from house to house, holding hands with her mother and Mulder as she collected candy. It was getting late and the bucket was getting so heavy that Emily was about to need somebody else to carry it for her if it got any heavier.

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About an hour ago, they had decided to call it a night. Emily was so tired that Mulder ended up picking her up and putting her on his back, which Scully found adorable. She had taken a bunch of photos of the occasion and snapped a few of them both grinning as he walked them home. After a bath, some warm pajamas, and a bedtime story, Emily was sound asleep.

“Thanks for doing this, Mulder” Scully said as she sat down on the couch to watch Halloween with him. Since Emily was asleep, it was safe to change the channel to something more adult. Of course, Scully had the remote in one hand in case Emily decided to sneak downstairs for just one more Snickers bar.

“Anytime, Scully”

“I think Emily is glad you came too, you know, she loves spending time with you” Scully said as she put her head on Mulder’s shoulder.

“She’s a good kid.” he said “and anything for you, Scully. You know that.”

“I appreciate it though” Scully said “We both do” Something about seeing Mulder interact with the little girl made Scully’s heart leap. He already made a perfect father and she loved that. He kissed her on the top of her head. She grinned.

It wasn’t long until Scully and Mulder were curled up on her couch. She was resting her head on his chest. Walking around with Emily wore both of them out. At points, they had to check to see if the other was still awake. After the movie ended they looked at each other. They shared a smile.

“Hey Mulder”

“Yeah?” He replied

“Trick or Treat?” Scully asked

“Umm…” he thought carefully. “I’ll go with ‘treat’?” He said

Scully then just gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Happy Halloween, Mulder.”

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I want to thank my friends for giving me the courage to post this, I don’t feel I’m a strong writer so please be gentle. I’m just a sensitive bean and somewhat newish to writing Xf fic 😂

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Feeling shitty so I'm gonna treat myself to MAG 84

MARTIN K BLACKWOOD MY BELOVED

oh my god he's so plainly nervous omg this is such a difference to jon

the way jon does his whole pompous ass speech listing way too much information to look like he knows what he's doing but martin is way more pragmatic the way he just gives the necessary information

its so funny that the apparent least skilful of the archive crew is taking up the statements and doing it better than jon

he's really getting into it, he's doing the voices and everything

at first i couldn't get over how Martin he was but it sort of fades as he gets into it

is margaret carnegie someone i'm supposed to keep track of?

hoarding, dirt, the dump

corruption vibes

rat butler that's so fucking funny kids are so creative with their insults

loved the scary stories? i guess that part wasn't what scared him but i think it does raise an interesting point about what avatars do with people who get joy from a fear - do they hate those people? see them as challenges to make the joy turn sour?

what the fuck is she doing with gordon??

the way he said rot oh my god

baked beans????? lol

ew

EW

EW WHAT THE FUCK

FUCK THE FUCK OFF MAGGIE

GORDON WAS FINE????????

GORDIE'S DUMP.

oh my god that means someone did that to maggie before her, how long had this cycle been going??? who was the original?? was she priming him to become her all this time??? why him?? and who will be gordie's next victim?? wow i wonder what happened to the statement giver, it would've been interesting to see what he did next

oh god poor martin

his whole brush with jane prentiss and the worms and the corruption and the next time he's doing a statement its another one about fucking worms

that's so creepy horror institute of them i bet elias somehow made this happen

he's doing better than i thought he would be tbh

the biggest thing he's worried about is if it was a good job or not

i guess he still wants jon to come back and scold him about some mistake he made in the recording

HE STILL CALLS HIM THE HEAD ARCHIVIST. HE IS REFUSING TO ACCEPT ANYTHING ELSE. HE BELIEVES IN JON MORE THAN JON BELIEVES IN JON REALLY.

ABSENT. fuck. hd

tim if he feels like it - HA that's so tim and also literally me

i actually once had a similar experience to that

hmm yet another thing i have similar to Tim

he doesn't have jon's emphasis on rigorousness cause he doesn't feel the need to prove himself, he thins all he can do is get it done so that's what he's doing

what's this little slip up with i vs we? did he drag tim with him? was tim so unhelpful that martin did it himself so he was gonna be like yeah fuck this i did it myself but then he stopped himself and was like no we did it together?

classic inside bitch outside nice person martin

pneumonia - newspaper pulp?????? cancerous growths???? insect legs???? fuck off oh god SOMEHOW STILL MOVING ew ew ew

IT WENT MISSING

GORDON TOOK HER????

i think it's interesting how martin doesn't have the same scepticism as jon, which seems obvious cause he's had multiple run ins with the paranormal, he'd have no reason to disbelieve that it could happen but what's interesting is that he believes it happened to him. yeah i think the fact that he's dealt with worms before and the anxiety of not being believed probably makes him inclined to believe him or even he's just got way too much to worry about rather than whether or not someone's statement is fake

i wonder if anyone's got any good archivist!martin headcanons i feel like that would be so cool

melanie king!!!!!! why is she looking for him???

SHE GOT SHOT IN INDIA????? HER WAR GHOSTS???

it's so cool that throughout all of that, she's come to jon to talk about it cause he's the only one who understands

i guess he has that sort of charm about him

the statement is so disoriented its clear she was looking for jon and jon only but still martin offers to take her statement

he's trying to be as helpful as possible despite everything

jon's missing, they think he killed someone - i love his non-accusatory language

ha accidentally bore them to death - I LOVE YOU MELANIE

HE DIDN'T ha he's so indignant

i'm so happy that jurgen leitner's legacy has become "old man who got pipe murdered"

YEAH if jon were to ever murder someone, he'd do it in the most convoluted, worst way possible, like try to poison someone and end up accidentally counter acting it in some way or some shit like that

oh god they don't know about the not them and sasha oh no that's gonna be devastating when they do find out

god the institute really is where you come when you're desperate and out of options

he listens - i think that's the first good thing i've heard someone say about jon in the entire podcast oh my god

martin trying to be helpful again

ELIAS FUCK YOU FUCK OFF

martin's so nervous around him!!! i guess he's still the big boss and he's lied on his CV

HE KNOWS GHOST HUNT OF COURSE HE FUCKING DOES THIS CARTOON VILLAIN OF A MAN HONESTLY I BET HE WATCHES ALL THE PARANORMAL STUFF EVEN THE SHITTY ONES LIKE GIGGLING AND KICKING HIS FEET JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT

he even kept up with the fact that ghost hunt ended as well the bastard

"showed surprising promise" even his compliments suck

oh my god all of this is just a wink wink to jon. she doesn't know how much promise she actually had, she doesn't know how deep the paranormal stuff goes

martin's trying to get her to leave YES YES he's smarter than people give him credit for

he's such a snickering evil bastard oh my god he knows jon will come back or daisy will kill him so he doesn't need to worry about filling vacancies until daisy tells him otherwise

FORMAL QUALIFICATIONS AREN'T EVERYTHING, MARTIN

HE KNOWS. OF COURSE HE KNOWS. OH HE'S SUCH A DICKHEAD.

god he's desperate like what do you think you're gonna say to try and stop someone from taking a cursed job in front of said boss of cursed job while you are in the same cursed job

THE STATIC INCREASES

problem, martin?? FUCK EIHBCBIKLBRWILNW

MARTIN TRIED TO STOP HER. THE ANGER. ANGRY MARTIN SUPREMACY. HE WAITS UNTIL HE'S ALONE TO BE MAD. EVEN HIS ANGER IS TO SERVE OTHER PEOPLE. WOW.

Amazing episode. I hate elias. I may hate insects more. Ew.

[harlowsbby]

Venus’ first Halloween! 🥺

Halloween with the Wyatt’s 🎃

“Urban why is my baby dressed up like a chicken?”

It was Venus’s first ever Halloween and you of course wanted to go all out for her. You spent weeks planning and tons of money into making her first ever Halloween a good one.

“Why not? Doesn’t she look adorable.”

“She does look adorable but I had bought her a pumpkin costume that’ll look so much cuter.” Venus looked between Urban and You her doe eyes watching her parents bicker on and on over which costume was the cutest when she looked over to her side and saw Phoenix putting on his ninja outfit.

Urban and You were to busy bickering that you didn’t notice Venus had gotten down from the couch and was crawling over towards Phoenix who sat comfortably on his bean bag chair and eating a couple of gold fish crackers Urban gave him.

His eyes lit up at the sight of his baby sister he placed his goldfish to the side.

“Venus what are doing?” Phoenix asked her and of course he knew she didn’t understand him yet but he’s been trying everyday to get her to talk. Venus was a very bright baby she definitely understood a lot of things.

She pointed towards her outfit and started tugging on it.

“You want it off?” As if she understood what Phoenix said she nodded her head and Phoenix helped her take the chicken outfit off leaving her in her little onesie.

“Well Venus if you don’t want to be a chicken for Halloween what about a pumpkin? Like mommy said.” Her face scrunched up immediately and she rolled her eyes at Phoenix. Venus most definitely had your attitude and it’s something Urban was dreading when she got older.

“What? Venus you can’t be ungrateful mommy and daddy bought that costume with their own money. If you don’t want to be a chicken or pumpkin what do you want to be?”

She pointed to Phoenix’s headband and he smiled before taking it off and placing it on her head but it fell off slightly due to it being slightly larger.

“You want to be a ninja like me?” She squealed and nodded and Phoenix gave her a toothless grin before picking her up well attempting to pick her up. He huffed and waddled over towards Urban and You.

“You’re getting heavy Venus I can’t keep picking you up.” She whined as if she understood that he was implying that she was a bit heavy.

“Okay okay gosh I’m sorry.”

“Urban my baby is not looking like a chicken for Halloween that’s so ugly she’s gonna be a pumpkin and that’s that.” You stomped your foot and glared at him.

“Well I don’t want her looking like a big round pumpkin Y/N!”

“Mommy! Daddy! Look.” Urban and You stopped bickering and looked down at Phoenix and Venus.

“Venus doesn’t wanna be a chicken or pumpkin she wants to be a ninja just like me!”

“You wanna be a ninja my little princess?” Urban coo’d at Venus as she babbled on about whatever and smiled at Urban and You.

“How about we be a family of ninjas?” You suggested and Urban and Phoenix both nodded their heads in agreement loving the sound of that.

Thankfully with the help of Neelam you managed to put together four ninja outfits and you all most definitely won best family costumes at Maggie’s Halloween party later on that night.

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[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

A/N: Getting close to the end guys! Does anyone have any ideas for another series or blurbs? Open to suggestions.

Chapter 20

10k stayed in and out of consciousness, so much to the point I was starting to worry. Eventually, by luck, we met up with Warren and the others. 

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Warren spoke, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. 

I shook my head, “All good” though I’m not sure it was. 

“How’s your little girl?” She smiled fondly at the memory of her. 

A small smile tugged on my lips, “She’s good, talking, being a menace” which earned a chuckle from Warren. 

“Where is your daughter now?” Hector, who I managed to learn they had beef with for a while but was now on our side. 

I winced, “it’s a long story, but she's with this couple that took us in. Very fortified place”

Hector nodded and mumbled something about that being nice as Doctor Sun Mei glanced back at 10k who slept, she said nothing but looked skeptical. 

“What can you tell us about Murphy town?” Warren asked. 

I shook my head. “Not much, there’s a lot of security, a zombie moat, and these people just listen to him”

“Now that’s odd” Warren grunted, I nodded. 

“That’s all I got before he knocked me out” I stated 

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

I nodded, “yeah, woke up in a psych ward, that’s how I met up with doc and 10k”

“Oh you’re gonna wanna hear this!” Doc piped up and went on to tell the whole story, I snorted, laughing at some of the funny parts. 

“Sounds like you guys have been up to quite a bit” Addy pipes up. I nod. The ride continued swapping stories of zombies, family before, and just what we wish the world was now. 

Warren pulled to a stop at a lookout that gave us a good view of Murphy's little village. If it came to a fight I don't know if I'd be able to go down swinging. I promised I'd make it back to Em. 

I sighed quietly, taking a look at 10k who was still passed out. Good, sleep it off. The more time I have to plan out this conversation the better. 

Warren decided to set up camp here, so we sat around a low-burning fire eating beans Maggie packed for me. I stood taking what was left of my bowl over to the opened trunk of the car where 10k lay. Though instead of asleep, his eyes were open staring at the roof of the car. His head turned my way. Fuck. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked, voice still groggy from sleep, or drugs, or Murphy, hell maybe a combo. 

I took a breath, “been here a while” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the trunk. 

He looked at the bowl in my hand and then back up to my face. “Come to really put a knife in my chest?” He deadpanned. 

No emotion was shown in his eyes, I glanced over to see if anyone was listening, if they were they were doing a good job hiding it. 

“I came to apologize, and save your ass” I offered up the bowl of beans, he crossed his arms over his chest in rejection so I set it on the edge of the trunk beside him. 

He stayed silent, either not wanting to listen or telling me to continue. Regardless I continued. “I was selfish, I chose Emma over you and the mission and I’m sorry.”

He loosened the tightness of his arms but his face remained stoic so I just went on, “Every waking moment I think about you, about us. fuck you’re in my dreams too. I was stupid and you can hate me all you want, I deserve it.” 

He remained silent, as tears threatened to spill. Heat ran its way up from my cheeks to the tops of my ears. I could tell he was in contemplation, I knew him all too well. “I would’ve gone with you,” he said, firm and truthful. “You could’ve just said something, everything could’ve been okay. All you had to do was just fucking say something!” His fist hit the carpet inside but still made a loud enough noise that made me jump. 

He went on, “The little savior act isn’t going to fix things. I should’ve known you would’ve picked that thing over me. I was happier thinking you were dead” 

I couldn’t stop the tear that fell down my cheek but I wasn’t about to cry in earshot of everyone else. I simply nodded and walked away, noticing we had gathered an audience. 

My feet carried me past the group, ignoring Warren calling out for me. This is exactly how I figured it would go. I should’ve just stayed at the farm. Crawling into one of the tents we set up, I laid on the sleeping bag and sobbed, Not caring about anyone hearing me. 

I sobbed, knowing you fucked up was one guilt but hearing it was a whole other level. I almost hadn’t heard Addy enter the tent. “Y/N, you wanna talk?”

Shaking my head earned a sigh from her, then some rustling and a sudden warmth at my back. I didn’t stray from her touch when she wrapped around me.

Addy rested her nose on the top of my head. A hand in my hair, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t think he means what he said,” she said lowly. So they had heard. 

I shook my head but she just shushed me, “Give him time, it’s obvious he’s not in the right mind at the moment”. It didn’t matter to me, somewhere deep in his mind he meant that. She held me, soothing me as I cried. Even as I fell asleep. 

That morning I woke alone, not that it bothered me. I was becoming used to waking up alone. I didn’t want to leave the safety of the tent. Leaving meant facing the group. Facing 10k. I couldn’t do that, though there wasn’t much choice in that matter. I’d have to leave eventually. 

Before I could even think about getting up Warren made her way into the tent, biscuit in hand which she offered out to me. I took it with a small smile. 

“He ran off” was all she said, I knew though. I just nodded and so she continued “We’re gonna fight, it'll be messy. I know you got that little girl to take care of so if you wanted to leave” Did I want to leave? I felt indifferent about fighting.

“If you find yourselves out our way, stop by,” I said, she nodded. I’m sure she knew what my choice was going to be. I told her how to find us, “when 10K gets fixed-“

She smiled, “I’ll send him your way, give that little girl a hug for me” I nodded and smiled, turning on my heel to face the tent. 

I didn’t waste time gathering my stuff. When I was done, I went to say my goodbyes but saw Addie talking to Warren who held a sullen expression on her face. 

Doc grabbed my attention as he said “I hate to see you go again” I turned to look at him. 

“I know, I want to stay and make sure he’s okay but I can’t.” He held his hand up as if he understood, “If I would’ve just stayed-“

“Hey, don’t. None of us could’ve known that Murphy was going to do that.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Murphy set that whole thing up, he knew what he was doing, it wasn’t your fault”

It was like everything clicked together, he truly had planned it all out. Fucker. He deserves everything that’s coming. “You bring him home to me,” I said, pulling Doc into a tight hug.

“We’ll be right behind you kiddo,” he said into my hair, slowly loosening his hold on me. With that, I left. 

Chapter 21

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[thestalkerbunny]

I decided to revisit and draw my Gnomblin (Gnome-Goblin) Rouge/Wizard, Eulogy Jones, as a little kid. But more of his parents really.

Eulogy's father is a gnome called Mortuary 'Mort' Jones. He's a part of the infamous Jones family who are not only the biggest family run funeral service business; but also famous undead hunters. Mort is more of a stay at home member of the family. He prefers staying at home, managing the papers, deal with the family's primary source of finances. He's honestly a very doting father and adores Eulogy, saddling him with a slew of pet names from Lambkins to Green Bean.

Eulogy's mother is another thing. She is a sex worker who lives and works at a Brothel. It was only Mort paying her a rather ludicrous sum to not turn unborn Eulogy into a 'Was/Were' after his paid encounter with her resulted in a positive pregnancy. The second he was born, she dumped Eulogy off on Mort and severed connection as soon as the check cleared. It didn't stop Eulogy as a kid from trying to visit her by paying off the bouncer with pitiful allowance just to sit on his Mother's dressing room floor and watch her get ready. She clearly detests Eulogy and doesn't hesitate to tell him so. Even though she's ravishingly beautiful and rather popular and is most likely going to be the next Brothel Madame-her bedside manners when it comes to Eulogy begs improvement.

Bonus: Eulogy's adoptive daughter, Maggie, learns about his goofy childhood nickname.

Maggie belongs to @jade-wyton

[baronessblixen]

I FIGURED IT OUT.

Okay, so, I gave Bill the benefit of the doubt in my Apologia analysis because, y'know, what do I know? Buuuut I remembered a little detail that made everything entirely unpalatable:

Maggie, I had assumed, was suffering in silence all those months to respect her daughter's wishes. I'd forgotten that she was a gossip, and that she'd spilled the beans about her daughter's infertility the DAY after Scully told her and kept pressing her about the baby's sex in S8 (which makes sense why Scully was deterred from finding out the gender/told no one, because if she can't-- or won't-- tell her mother, then why tell the world?)

How does this relate to Bill? Opening of Gethsemane he mentions he JUST got off his boat and sped (over to see Scully) to make it in time for the party... and ALSO made a point to question (read: mildly interrogate) if his sister had gotten her birthday card a few months ago; and Scully notes how odd that was for him to do... MEANING Maggie told him months ago; and the only reason why Bill hadn't confronted his sister about her cancer, yet, was because he was on a boat and unable to get in touch.

I will, however, give him the benefit of the doubt after Emily because he was (to my recollection) truly remorseful in the church. He also didn't have significant screentime after that, so I'll never know if he took his big foot off the pedal and decided a hands-off approach was the best policy. Again, not that type of series.

But in general: Maggie gossiped, Bill swooped in to assess what was going on, spilled the beans when Scully didn't confide in him (which, tbf, that's gotta hurt-- being left out of his sister's terminal diagnosis and only swooping in in time to see her die incidentally because Maggie gave him the heads up-- for both of them-- thinking her mom kept it private because she doesn't want to think about the deadline only to find out Maggie told Bill and her priest months ago), and ratted their mother out. Twice.

Sooooooooooooooooooo, I wanted to drop in and thank you for your thoughts from yesterday(?)-- got me to think and pull up some rusty quotes. (Now I'm REALLY excited to dig into this messy dynamic when I get around to finishing her family series. Some day. XDDD) Hats off to our discussion~. :DDDD

They really do have a messy dynamic, don't they? I love that cause it feels real. Yes, their mother is a gossip, and Bill tries to be the head of the family, and Scully is too private for her own good - and we never even met Charlie!

I know that wasn't part of your analysis yesterday, but I really hate that Maggie told Bill about his sister's infertility. That's really her thing and something she should have disclosed herself. But I suppose that's how it is with many parents. Still, I hate it. It feels like stripping Scully of her agency.

I always love your meta posts and I love discussing these things too. So thank you for your hard work!!

[frangipanidownunder]

Hi Vicky :) I have a prompt if you've got time and creativity for one... How does Maggie and Scully's first meeting go after they return from being on the run? I love looking at how Maggie relates to the other characters, and she's been fairly popular in the chat recently.... would you write that scene?

I WROTE A THING! This prompt is super old but it caught my attention today so I scribbled this quick fic in response. Apologies for my rustiness.

Belonging

Rated G. Angst. IWTB era.

She arranges to meet her at a café in the next town over. The house is out of the question. She doesn’t feel she belongs there yet. She doesn’t feel she belongs anywhere yet. She hasn’t belonged for a long time. A different Scully, would have once said she belonged to the X-Files, to the team, to the ideals that propped up the unit, to the belief. Would she have pulled up short at considering she belonged to Mulder? At one time, perhaps she did. Perhaps he belonged to her too, and they were two halves of a whole, not just a working partnership, but an embodiment of one force against another. The truth versus the lies. But now she’s not sure. Fox Mulder belongs to his own private thoughts and dreams, to the scribblings in his study, to the unintelligible murmurings in his sleep. She spends her days orbiting his moods, trying not to relent to the gnawing feelings of resentment and doubt. The house was supposed to plant them in the now and offer a starting block for their future together. But if anything, it seems to have tugged open the stitches of his past wounds and he is spiralling into a dark place where she cannot, will not, follow.

She pulls up in the parking lot next to a small strip of shops where the café promises an hour of comfort and escape behind its quaint façade.  At least, that’s what Scully hopes she’s coming for. As she walks past the other outlets offering antiques, artisanal bread and baked goods, home-made toys, clothing that reminds her of Missy, so much so that she has to stop and breathe. She dry-swallows and blinks away memories of a home long ago, where she did belong, a home where boundaries were drawn and aspirations were shared and secrets were whispered in moonlit bedrooms as things to be held in awe, not buried with unspoken horrors and stunted futures.

She pushes open the door, twenty minutes early, enough time to settle and plan her conversation, think about which moments from the past few years to share and which to gloss over. Which to deny outright. Her mind is sifting through towns and motels and cars and arguments and hair-colours and close-calls with cops and receptionists and surrendering, when Maggie walks in. Also early. Also looking pensive, tired, and perhaps, Scully thinks, a little angry by the way she clips across the floor and pulls out the chair opposite to slip off her coat and hang it, rather than hugging her daughter first.

“Dana, honey,” she says at last, holding the back of Scully’s head in her small, still-gloved hand, denying her the feel of her wedding and engagement rings pressed into her skull, “I’ve missed you so much. Where did you go?” She pulls away and holds Scully’s cheeks, the wool from her gloves cool and wiry against her skin. Maggie’s eyes are watery, maybe from the cold, maybe not. She repeats her rhetorical question in a strained whisper that Scully barely hears over the hum of the coffee machine. “Where did you go?”

“Everywhere, nowhere,” Scully replies, sinking into the chair and chuffing out a bitter laugh. “But we’re back now.”

Maggie removes her gloves and Scully sees the knots of arthritis in her knuckles, the liver spots, the way her rings clank around her too-thin fingers. “How’s Fox?”

“He sends his love,” Scully says, picking up the menu, unable to meet her mother’s enquiring eyes. She’d left him hunched over his desk and told him she was going to get some plants for the yard. She can see rows of tomatoes and beans and corn, she can hear the gentle give of young carrots being freed from the earth, she can imagine him in a sun-hat swigging water from a canteen as he nurtures life from the soil. But she knows it’s her dream. She can only share it with him in the hope that it seeps into his consciousness and pulls him out of his backward-looking slump.

The waiter comes over and they order the same, black coffee, a slice of the vegetable quiche. They smile, turn at the sound of a baby’s cries from a pram stowed next to a table at the back. It’s mother rocks the handle but the baby doesn’t settle. A hard knot sits in the base of Scully’s throat. The crying ramps up to wailing and the mother scoops the infant from its bed and nestles it against the crook of her neck.

“Tara’s expecting again,” Maggie says, “early days. They haven’t announced it yet, but you’re…” Scully thinks she’s about to say ‘family’ but Maggie says ‘home now, so they can tell you themselves. Bill would love to see you.”

“We’re still settling in,” Scully adds quickly. “Boxes everywhere. You know how it is.”

Maggie doesn’t say anything and Scully can feel a shift in the atmosphere. The baby has quietened. The coffee is delivered and the aromatic steam wafts between them. Maggie’s chin tilts, her nostrils flare slightly.

“You should have told me you were going, Dana. You should have told me and I could have been there for you. Instead, I had to sit, night after night, not knowing anything, going mad with worry that you’d…”

“Mom,” she starts. The baby gurgles and Scully twists her hair over her ear so she doesn’t have to hear its sweet noises.

“No, let me finish,” Maggie snaps in a low whisper. “I thought you were dead. You and Fox. Assassinated or whatever word they use for these sorts of things. It was worse than when you were taken by that…that man. At least I had Fox then, keeping me informed, doing something to find you. This time there was nobody. Not even Skinner would help.”

“He couldn’t, Mom. It would have implicated…”

“I don’t care, Dana.” Maggie’s voice is high and strained and the mother on the other table hugs her baby a little tighter as the waiter clears his throat to deliver the quiches. When he’s gone, Maggie leans forward. “I’m your mother. I deserved to know. Bill went wild. He’s still wild.”

“Bill was born wild,” she says but regrets it instantly. She isn’t in the position to offer character assessments.

“He’s right, you know,” and Maggie doesn’t wait for Scully to ask about what, “that since you met Fox, your life hasn’t been your own. He’s pulled you away from everything you held dear. Used to hold dear. Family, the church, the law. And for what?”

The baby chuckles and the mother laughs too. She wants to scream that she has her own mind, that Mulder is family, that the church is a rock to return to, but not an anchor to weigh her down, that the law is a joke and justice is personal.

Instead, she sighs. “We couldn’t tell anyone, Mom. It was safer that way.”

“For who? Me or you?”

The icy cut of truth in Maggie’s words chills Dana and she sips her coffee, trying to stop the tremble in her hands. The baby giggles again and this time she turns towards it, her, a girl with large blue eyes and a perfect mouth and a shock of dark hair and she feels the familiar sting of tears, the burn in her nose, the squeezing pain her heart of all the things she’s lost. Time and family and careers and faith and…

Scully realises why she’s here. It’s not the comfort of being with her mother. It’s not the escape from Mulder’s exhausting moods. She’s here for reality. To be called out. To be exposed. To be seen. To be loved.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” she whispers, and reaches for Maggie’s hands, squeezing those rings into her palms and feeling the dig of the diamond clasp that contains her mother’s worry and her brother’s wrath and months of self-hatred and self-pity. She lets her forehead rest on the knot of their joint hands. Maggie drops a kiss on her crown. This is where she belongs.

[alyssaswrld999]

Argument and make-up treatment is always amazing - Daryl Dixon x reader smut part 2

Dear Diary,

Talk about being pissed off I mean definitely not me right now. Yeah well turns out daryl has the audacity to yell at me for going to get supplies for the group. But then again I can see why he is pissed at me I mean I did go out alone out there by myself. With the governor out there still lurking in the shadows waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill all of us.

Oh my gosh! I'm a total asshole I mean I was the true asshole of this fight me and Daryl are having. I could have been killed out there and I tell daryl to fuck off because he was worried about me. I'm such a jackass to everyone. Maybe I should talk to someone for advice but I think the only one I can go to that is understanding to Daryl and that knows Daryl better then I do is... oh shit!

I slam my diary shut and realize what I need to do. I need to talk to Merle. I know I know it sounds crazy but it's my best option I mean I really don't feel like talking to Maggie or Rick about it or anyone else. And besides me and Merle need to talk anyways so why not.

It's day time still so that means Merles awake. Now I just need to wait for my watch to be over but technically I'm stuck right now. Bingo I see Glenn on his way over right now. Good so that means my shift of taking watch is over. Now I just have to get Merle alone while avoiding the younger dixon.

I make my way out of the watch tower and tell Glenn I'll see him later. I make my way into the cell block and thank goodness daryl is nowhere around. I see Merle in the little cell he stays in. "Hey Merle can we talk... in private please" I asked. Merle looks over and sees me. He grins at me and stands up. "Sure thing sugartits I know a place follow me" Merle said.

I followed Merle to the boiler room of the prison and he made himself comfy near the work desk. "I need advice Merle and your the only one I have to ask for this particular advice" I said. "Well I'm flattered you think that sugar but I know you didn't just ask me to come down here and speak to you for just my opinion so spill the beans" Merle said.

"Daryl and i had a disagreement and I need advice to make him not pissed off because I need to apologize to him for being a jackass to him earlier" I said. "And let me guess you need my help because I know my brother a lot more then you do" Merle said. I nodded as a yes to what he said.

"I have no problem with that but just for pure deals what do I get in return" Merle said. "You will get a chance to live another day here with me and Daryl and the group where you are fed and taken care for I mean if it wasn't for me and Daryl you would be dead right now" I said.

"Is that right sugar" Merle said smirking. "Yes Merle" I said. "Ok well pure honesty my brother likes you and clearly loves you and the best way to get him not to be mad anymore was to be honest and ask for forgiveness and then take the lead and show him a great time" Merle said.

"Is sex always the answer Merle really" I said. "I know my brother he might hide it but he isn't gonna turn down meat like yourself" Merle said. "Ok thanks Merle I think we are done here" I said walking out of the boiler room.

I make my way back to cell block C and into my cell. I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. Suddenly a knock is at my cell doorway and I look up and see Daryl.