#ok Rick is trying way too hard here

[daydreamerdrew]

The Avengers (1963) #7

[sinsandsweetness]

Rickyl but they’re just mean, like real mean. Consensual obviously but they’re just kinda like use you for stress relief. Free use kink and all that jazz.

notes- I wanna be their free use housewife so bad... Thank you anon I so fuck with this. (Would do nsfw head canons for this if y’all wanted) Also I know you said mean, but I chose to keep it a little bit tame for this one. I can do mean though if you rlly want…

warnings- free use kink, throat fucking, sex, smut, slight degradation but also praising? pet names, slight daddy usage (only 2 times I think) <3

STRESS RELIEF

They entered the house all huffy and scowling. Slamming doors shut with their twitching faces. Clearly pissed off. Both of them. You figured it had something to do with Negan, given all the Savior drama going on lately.

They’d both been pretty on edge as of late. And It really wasn’t taking much to set Daryl off. You’d learned that the hard way. Rick could keep it together a little better. But not by much. So you debated with yourself what to do. You tried to wait until they calmed down, fidgeting with your nails as they loudly stormed up to your bedroom. Waiting and listening to their muffled conversation from the bottom of the stairs. Unable to make out any real words, your curiosity got the best of you. So you went upstairs, your soft footsteps were silent on the cushiony carpet. Quietly knocking on the bedroom door, you asked if everything was ok. Not knowing wether you should actually go on in or leave and give them some space. Rick pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something about the Saviors under his breath. Daryl shook his head and sighed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked sweetly, walking further into the room. Trying to be the supportive little angel you worked so hard to be.

Neither answered. Just clenched their jaws and fought off their tempers. Not that you did anything wrong. But some days, they could be… mean. A little bit anyway. When they were seeing red and weren’t thinking clearly before they spoke. When they’d snap at you after a long day and their words end up making you bite your lip and your eyes gloss over. They never meant it. Not really. And they always felt bad after. But it happened here and there. You’d never blame them. They just have a lot on their plates. So you take their apologies as well as you can. As well as you take everything else that they give you.

You looked up with doe eyes. Trying to get a read on the situation. What you could tell for sure, was that they did not want to talk about it.

But… they did need to let their frustrations out somehow.

The two of them a shared a look that you’d come to recognize pretty well. The muscles in their face starting to relax the slightest bit at their silent agreement. Imagining the filthy things they were about to do to you.

“No. No talking.” Rick shook his head. Finally answering your question.

You swallowed. Feeling like maybe the room was closing in on you. Just the littlest bit. The way the two men seemed to stalk even closer. Closing in on you.

“Could use your help though. With something else.” Daryl said, chewing the inside of his lip.

“W- what’s that?” You stutter. Pathetic. They hadn’t even touched you yet.

But you knew what was coming. That strange, far away look in their eyes. Focused on one thing and one thing only.

Using you.

“Strip.” Rick ordered, pulling at the hem of your shirt as you tear it off. You, being the good girl you are, were eager to please. Quickly taking your jeans off and kicking them to the side before Rick shoved you by the shoulder, forcing you to bend right over the edge of the bed.

Before you know it, you’re a absolute mess. Drunk off their cocks. Off the way they can’t keep their grabby hands to themselves. How they shove you around til they have you where they want. And fuck you exactly how they want. For however long the want. It never mattered.

You were too in love for it to ever matter.

Drool was running down your chin as your jaw went slack, allowing Daryl to fully fuck your throat to the exact pace he needed. Both hands fisting your hair as his breaths got shorter and heavier. Grunting as he switched between throwing his head back and looking down, trying his absolute hardest not to take his eyes off your pretty face.

And Rick was behind you, fingers digging hard into your hips as he pulled you back against him. He hadn’t even bothered to take your panties off, instead just pulling them to the side. Lace stretching and tearing as he pounded into you. His eyes widened as he let out the sweetest little whimper at the sight of your creamy substance coating the base of his cock. Slapping your ass with a sharp sting. Earning yet another muffled moan from your throat. He started to fuck you faster and harder, with zero regard to your comfort or pleasure.

You didn’t mind. You never do. This was for them. Not you. They’d make up for it another time. For now, you were just their pretty little sex doll, used solely to blow off some steam. You loved it. Fuck did you ever love it. Their filthy broken up sentences, praising you for how well you took them.

“Our good little slut. Always takin’ us so well, ain’t you?”

“It’s like this pussy was made for us. Just for us to use and abuse, ain’t right baby?”

And you’d gag around Daryl’s dick even more, trying to answer with a “yes.” “Yes daddy. Made for you. Both of you. Only you.” They loved that. The fact that you agree with them. That you’d do absolutely anything they ask. And even better, that you’d let them do anything they want. That you were forever getting off on being your daddies little fuck toy.

Rick kept slapping your ass, delivering quick short blows to the tender skin as you squeaked in pain. Tears threatening to fall as the two of them fucked the life out of you. But even then, not a word. Not a complaint to be heard. Everything was okay, perfect even, now that you were making your boys feel better. And that’s all that mattered. That’s what you were there for.

They picked up their pace at the sound of all the dirty noises escaping you. Fucking you even harder until they both came with a groan. Filling you up with their seed. Forced to take their loads, you swallowed every drop that Daryl gave you as you felt Ricks starting to drip and run down your leg.

You watch their chests as their breathing starts to even out. All three of you lazily slumped onto the bed. You situated right in between them, thinking about how badly you still have to cum. About how you were so fucking close when they stopped. Thinking that you should have said something, and let them draw it out of you. Even if it meant a few extra spankings for being a selfish little slut.

You squeezed your legs together to try and relieve the need. Daryl noticed first. Both of them finally coming down from their aggressive little high, minds able to focus in on you again.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He teased. Knowing that you were probably a little too shy to tell him.

Daryl would grab your hands, pulling them from between your legs. Whimpering as silently as you could manage, at the loss.

“You need more, angel? Is that it? We gotta get you all filled up again?” Rick would chime in, both of their words causing the heat to rise to your cheeks.

“What do you want, sweetie?”

You couldn’t answer. Eyes shifting between them and settling on the blanket in front of you.

“Tell us.” Rick grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

You tried to shake your head. To shove the feelings down and away.

“Tell us, or it’s not happening.”

“Need… need to cum.” Your voice barely even a whisper. Eyes fluttering closed in embarrassment.

And they both let out a quiet laugh. Ricks hand coming down to cup your cunt, the friction of his palm against your panties never failing to make you moan. Daryl started at your breasts, groping you so that your nipples rise in to sensitive little peaks.

“You didn’t really think we were done now, did you?”

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[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 3

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Chapter 3: I’m sorry and Thank you

Summary: It’s time to bury their dead, take decisions and say goodbyes. The tension is thin in the camp and not everyone can control their emotions or how they deal with it. Hard decisions are made and a shot is take in hopes that everyone have a future. Y/N and Daryl have their first little fight in this one.

Warnings: swearing, death, violence, little angsty, fluffy, little mention of suicide that if you blink you’re gonna lose it, maybe some characters are ooc, idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)

Word count: 4,179

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

Everybody started to work early, cleaning, reorganizing and getting rid of all the bodies. You needed to burry Amy, but Andrea would not let no one take care of her. You could imagine the pain she was feeling because you felt that too when you lost Rick. Amy was so young, she was sweet and gentle, she didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it.

You tried helping with whatever you could, unfortunately you were not strong enough to help carrying the body of the dead. So you were trying to make sure everyone had water to drink or something to eat, even if it’s just a little.

You were at good distance with Carl and Lori, helping them to put things in order, when you saw Rick holding a gun on Daryl’s head. Fuck. You walked the faster you could and put yourself between them. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Y/N, get out of the way.” Rick said, seeing you were not going to leave he lowered his gun. “He was going to kill Jim.”

“He was bitten! He’s a danger to everyone!” Daryl argumented, you turned around and looked at him.

“Jim is our friend, one of us… we can’t just kill him. We take care of him, he’ll eventually die and… when the time comes we… we do it.” You said, a little unsure of your own words, but that was what was the human thing to do.

“Never thought you were this dumb.” He almost spitted the words at you.

‘And I never thought you were an asshole.’ That’s what you wanted to say, but you didn’t, you just rolled your eyes at him and left. Things were under control, no one pointing guns at each other, your mission was done. That was a stupid fight and a stupid insult, but you couldn’t ignore the sting you felt at those words.

It didn’t take long for Amy to turn and Andrea have to kill her, it was heartbreaking to watch. When everything was over you had tears in the corners of your eyes. Also, you heard Carol had to kill Ed, you didn’t watch it, but you knew what it meant. Even if he was a human being, he was a monster… and now Carol and Sophia were free.

After that you buried your dead, while the zombies had already been put in fire. You said your goodbyes to Amy and hoped she was happy wherever she was. Everybody were going back to camp descending the hill, you passed through Daryl and gave him a look, that you didn’t know if it was sad, angry or upset.

“Ya defend not killing the living, but if ya could, ya would kill me right now.” Ok, so your look was the second option, angry. You just continued walking and ignored him. “ ‘m sorry.”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Sarcasm covered your words. “Maybe I’m dumb, but not SO dumb”

“I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” He said walking by your side. “I was wrong, can we be good again? I hate how ya’re looking at me.” And he did, he could get those eyes from everyone and not give a fuck about it, but for some reason, a reason that he didn’t know, or didn’t want to admit, he couldn’t get that look from you.

You stopped and turned to him, you saw worry in him and that was not usual of him, not about the little you knew about him.

“Don’t do it again. Don’t call me that thing. It sounds silly, but…” ‘it brings back bad memories’, you were going to say, but didn’t have the courage.

“I’m never calling you that again. ‘m gonna think about other insults next time.” He tried a joke, and you tried to remain serious, but he could see the corners of your mouth curving a little while you battled against the smile. You hated that people would make you angry, but as soon as they wanted forgiveness, you would laugh or smile, instead of giving them the cold shoulder like normal people would do. Some said you had a good heart, but sometimes you thought you were a fool.

“Ok, Dixon. We’re friends again.” You said offering him your hand. He looked at your hand and thought for a moment. “Come on, shake my hand to seal it. I don’t have the whole day, if you don’t take it right now I’m going to…”

And he took it. He took your right hand in his and you were not expecting to feel this way to a simple handshake. His grip was firm, but comfortable. His hand calloused and warm, engulfed your hand that was so little compared to his. You felt comfort, protection and another feeling that you couldn’t describe, but made you lose your words.

“Ya’re going to what?” He still had a hold in your hand, maybe because you were holding his back and thinking about never letting go of his.

“Don’t matter. It’s done. We sealed our friendship, so I don’t need to threaten you anymore.” Reluctantly you let go of each others hands and continued to descend the hill.

“Oh, was that a threat? You don’t look threatening to me.” He mocked you.

“You better keep your eyes open D.” You answered liking the way his initial felt on your tongue and how it was said so easily. “I may look harmless, but I can be dangerous too.”

“Of course, as dangerous as a Puppy”

“Remember that puppies can bite and scratch.” You said lightly elbowing him.

“My clothes magically appeared clean and folded in my tent. It was you, wasn’t it?” He knew it was you, he just needed a way to talk about it and thank you.

“It was the least I could do…”

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem D.”

Later that day, after a lot of discussion, was decided that everybody that want would go to CDC early in the morning. You were not sure if there would be anything there when you arrived, but you also knew you couldn’t just stay in the quarry forever, more walkers would come. You couldn’t risk losing more people. You slept in your tent with Luna to keep you company, at 3 in the morning you woke up and couldn’t sleep. You really tried, you were tired, but you were not able to sleep again. You turned around back and fort on your tent, until the sun started to rise.

So you changed your clothes, put everything you had on your bag and left the tent to start disassemble it. The thing was, you didn’t even know how to assemble it, Shane had done everything for you, so now you were having a hard time.

“Do ya wanna some help?” You heard Daryl’s voice by your side and you almost jumped out of your skin. “Sorry, didn’t wanna scare ya.”

“Please, I have no idea what I’m doing.” You confessed shamelessly. In fact he didn’t even waited for your answer to start helping you.

“I realized that from distance, anyone could see ya struggling from miles away.” He joked, but it was not completely a lie, your struggle was very clear.

“Well, Lucky me, you offered help.”

After everything was ready to go, you started to say goodbyes, Morales and his family decided not to follow with you. A stupid decision in your opinion, but there wasn’t anything you could do about.

“Y/N, Carol and Sophia are coming with us. Do you mind going with Shane?” Rick came to you right before living.

“Actually, I’m going with Daryl. I figured it’d be better for Carol and Sophia to go with you.” You answered taking both Rick and Daryl by surprise.

“Are ya?” Daryl didn’t have time to think before the words left his mouth, and then you gave him the look that told him to play along with you. “I offered ya early, but ya never gave me an answer. I thought ya weren’t going with me.”

“Of course I am! Daryl Dixon giving me a ride? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You grabbed your bag to put it in Daryl’s truck, Rick gave you a knowing look. He knew you were avoiding Shane, he just didn’t know why, but he knew you too well to not notice. Also, he saw how Daryl was surprised. “Luna, are you coming with us or do you prefer going with Carl?”

“Nah, she’s coming with us. My offer is only open if she comes with us.” Daryl stated, and you couldn’t resist but laugh.

As soon as you hit the road, Luna was all over the place. She wanted to go for the window and feel the air with her tongue out like any normal dog. She sat on your lap, forgetting she isn’t a lap dog, and you needed to hold her just in case, because she tried a few times going to Daryl’s side and you were not dying by a stupid car accident in the middle of the apocalypse.

“So…why didn’t ya want to go with Shane?” Daryl threw the question at you after Luna had calmed down.

“Cause Luna wanted to go with you.” You gave the excuse shamelessly. He snorted to your lame excuse.

“Bullshit! Spill the real reason, that’s the least I get for playing along with ya.” He took a small glance at you and returned his attention to the road.

“Okay… never took you for one that likes gossip but…” he gave you an annoyed look as if to say ‘just say it’. “I had a fight with him, when you guys went to Atlanta. In front of the whole camp actually.”

“The bruise, in his face, was that ya?” He asked, looking at you for a brief moment, and you nodded in response. “I knew it. Couldn’t be a walker, it looked like something ya would do.”

“How did it look like something I’d do?” Did he take you for the type to go punching people around? Maybe he thought you were kind of a badass? No, not possible.

“The bruise is just the height you’d be able to punch, no way you could hit him on the eye.” Well, none of the options you guessed, he just stated you were short, which you really kind of was. But you couldn’t let it pass like this and gave him a light punch on his arm. “Easy Puppy, I’d rather die fighting zombies than in a car.”

“You just called me short!” you stated as a justification of why you lightly punched his arm.

“And didn’t lied.” He smirked and then put his right hand on Luna’s head for a brief moment. “Why did ya punch him?”

“He lied. He told us Rick was dead.” You answered and Daryl said nothing, probably thinking about what you said. “I mean, any idiot can see if a person is breathing and if the heart is beating.”

“Well, it’s Shane. He’s a different kind of idiot.” What was he probably trying to say? “Maybe, he didn’t knew the difference at the time. I’m not trying to defend him, I don’t like him, you know.”

“I know… it’s just… I’m angry.” You said. Funny, because Daryl had told you the same thing to you, but of course your fight was very silly compared to the reasons behind your quarrel with Shane. “Do you think I should talk to him?”

“Is it going to make ya feel better? If yes, do it.” He didn’t even had to think to say that and he didn’t like Shane at all. That was one of those moments where you saw how good he was, and you wish people would see through his rough demeanor. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” You didn’t realize you were staring at him for a long time.

“Sorry, I was thinking about what you said.” That was not a complete lie, but not even half of the truth. “But I don’t need a picture if I can look at you everyday.”

You wanted to talk more, but you were tired, your half slept night was charging it’s price. You didn’t know when you slept, but after 2 hours you woke up the car was slowing down until stopping. Luna was laying in your lap awkwardly, half her body was on the car seat and her head was on Daryl’s lap.

“Morning Sleepyhead!” Daryl took a small glance at you.

“Hey… sorry, I didn’t want to sleep, but I was tired.” You ran your hands on Luna’s back. “Why are we stopping?”

“Don’t know, guess it’s a problem with the RV.” He took Luna’s head from his lap and talked to her as to a child, you didn’t even paid attention to what he was saying you just thought that was adorable.

You broke the moment putting a harness on Luna, so you could leave the car. As soon as you left the car your eyes found Shane and you decided to take the opportunity to talk to him.

“D., can you look after Luna for a little while?” You asked him, giving your best puppy eyes, without even noticing.

“Alright Pup, go and do what you need to do.” He said grumply taking the harness. “Go, before I regret it”

“Okay, thanks.” You gave a little smile and left in Shane’s direction.

When Shane saw you walking in his direction, he thought there would come trouble, because any moment you two talked, you would fight. He regretted all the fights, but it was as if he couldn’t control himself, in this world… he couldn’t be soft, gentle or unprepared. He couldn’t also let anything bad happen to the one’s he cared, even if he had to make some sacrifices along the way, and that was what scared him the most. He felt like he was losing his humanity and he didn’t see any other option.

“Shane, can we talk?” You finally approached him, expectations very high and afraid of the outcome.

“I don’t want to fight Y/N…” well, you didn’t want this too, but it didn’t depend only on you.

“Me neither. I just wanna my nice big bro Shane back, you know…” You said, eyes on the mark you had left on his left cheek. “I’m sorry, for the punch.”

“I probably deserved, a cop that can’t tell the difference between the dead and the living…”

“You were probably nervous, I can only imagine the chaos the hospital was and… and you said they were shooting everyone in there, you were probably also afraid.” You said and took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, I was angry and shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“I’m sorry, I have been an asshole lately.” He admited.

“Lately?” You mocked him. “Let’s be good again, I don’t punch you anymore and you don’t piss me off. You know, just like you and Rick, I grew up and I don’t need you to protect me from everything. You should be the cool big bro that encourage me to do reckless things that Rick wouldn’t want me to do.”

“Just like… hanging out with Daryl Dixon?” He suggested and he knew he was entering a delicate topic because you already fought before about it.

“Yeah, he’s a good person and my friend. You should encourage me to make other friends, the world went to shit and the people is all we got.” You chewed the inside of your cheeks hoping you would not start fighting again.

“You know, I only act like this, because I don’t want you in the same situation you had with Paul.” He confessed, and in part it was true, you were never the same after Paul, after all the psychological abuse. It took months for you to go back to your normal self, and a german shepherd puppy to make you smile and live again. But on the other hand, it was also his prejudice against the Dixon Brothers.

“I already told you, it’s not like this.”

“I see the way you look at him. It’s the same way you used to look at Jack Jones.” He stated, and you remembered your first crush at school. You never had the courage to tell him what you felt.

“I surely don’t, I’m no teenager and… hey maybe I could have avoided all this situation with Paul if I had told Jack how I felt…” You tried to deny, but you knew that maybe he was right… maybe you had a crush on Daryl. “Just let me live, please Shane? If I die tomorrow, I want to know I lived to the fullest. I don’t expect to find love or anything in a world like this, but I want to be with people I enjoy being with and protect the people I love.”

“Don’t say no sense. You’re not going to die, I’m not letting you die.” He stated. “It’s ok, you can be friends or more than friends with whoever you want, but let me know if anyone hurt you…”

“Thank you Shane.” You hugged him tightly. “And please… let go of Lori, you’ll only hurt you and her. I say it, because we’re family and I love you.”

You left his embrace and you saw the hurt and sadness in his face, maybe a little anger too, but you hope he would not blame you for this and listen to your advice.

“Go to your boyfriend before he comes here and kill me.” Shane played after he saw the way Daryl was looking at the both of you.

“Shut up Shane!” You gave him a punch on his arm before you left.

“By the way, I’m proud of your punchs, you really learned how to beat someone properly.” He kind of yelled at you, and you just laughed. Well they really taught you how to beat someone and how to make it as painful as possible.

After that Shane left with T.Dog to try finding replacement parts for the RV. You go to Daryl and take Luna from him, you could not ask for him to do more than he already did. “Thank you.” You told him.

“ ‘s nothing. It’s always good to pass some time with Luna.” He replied taking a cigarette and lightening it. His curiosity taking the better of him. “Are ya feeling better?”

“Yes, I guess. Things went well. Thank you for the advice.”

Jim was getting worse over the time, you thought he would not make it to the CDC and in truth, you knew nobody survived from a bite, you never saw one single person survive it. Rick was new to all this shit, so he had hope, but you knew Jim would not make it and that nobody could in fact help him.

The RV was fixed, but now you got another problem, Jim was bad and he had decided to stay behind. Rick tried to convince him otherwise, but he had made his choice and you should all respect. It was sad leaving him behind, but you couldn’t stop any more time, you needed to keep going. You entered Daryl’s truck, a heavy silence following the both of you. He started the car, his forehead frowned and the eyes on the road. You could feel he regretted his actions towards Jim.

“You were not completely wrong.” You finally said taking him by surprise. “You just had the wrong approach.”

Silence. Not the comfortable one.

“The most compassionate thing to do in a world like this, would be to not let the people we like turn into one of those…”

“Why?” He asked, eyes on the road, not even giving a glance at you. Your were took by surprise and didn’t know what he meant. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because this whole situation made me think and… I know you have your own thoughts about it too. We can’t be so radical, but we should think about doing something to not let each other turn.” You wanted to look at him, you wanted to hold his hand, but you couldn’t, you knew you had crossed lines when you told him those things. You didn’t even know if he considered you a friend that could discuss this kind of things and tell when someone is wrong or right.

“Yeah, ya know a lot of shit.” The bitter comment left his mouth seconds after what you said.

“Daryl, if I ever get bit, I want you to end it for me.” You didn’t know what made you say it, but you just ignored his comment and threw this bomb on him. He almost hit the brakes the moment the words left your mouth.

“What the fuck?!” He cursed. “Don’t ask me something like that. Yar not getting bitten.”

“You don’t know.” Seeing Jim like this made you think. You didn’t want to die alone, you didn’t want to turn, you didn’t had the courage to do it yourself and you didn’t want Rick, Shane, Lori or ,in the worst scenario, Carl to do this. “Promise me”

“I ain’t promising you shit!” He didn’t understand why he got so angry at what you said and asked, it should be something normal to ask each other in a damn Zombie apocalypse. But the thought of you getting bitten… it bothered him in more ways that he could admit. “Stop talking no sense. We’re not losing anyone else to those fuckers.”

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing were becoming and habit that you didn’t want to keep, but how could you stop when you were afraid you hurt people.

“Ya don’t need to be.” He answered than he looked at you for some seconds before landing his eyes on the road again.

You decided against opening your mouth again, you pet Luna’s back and stared out of the window. When you were not looking Daryl stared at you for a little longer than what he should while driving. He over reacted, he knew it. He could not be good with his feelings and also short tempered, but he knew when he let it took the best of him. He had already lost Merle, he knew he was alive, but he was alone. Again. That wasn’t the first time Merle let him alone, and he didn’t know how it affected and made Daryl feel. In a world so big like this, maybe they’d never see each other again and he would never know. At the moment, you were the only friend he had. Could he call you a friend? And even though, there was other people that were polite to him, you were the only one that would talk more than 2 words to him. Not that he made a big effort to have a conversation to others, but you seemed to not care his short answers. The thought of you being bitten and he being left alone again, felt as if a giant rock was put on his chest. He didn’t like all this thoughts, but he couldn’t just stop them. His right hand went to Luna’s head that once again was on his lap, and he could not help but grow fond of the dog.

It was almost night when you arrived at the CDC. The place was a cemitery, there were bodies everywhere and some walkers too. You all got our of the cars and went to the entrance of CDC. All was closed, with heavy strong metal doors. You knocked, called, pleaded but there was no answer. Some started to not believe anymore on the possibility of the CDC having someone in there, but you couldn’t stop believing. You were already there, it was getting dark and it was not safe being outside. When you had lost hope, Rick saw the camera moving and you continued asking for help until the big metal door opened and you could see the big iluminated hall inside the building. You filled your lungs with hope and could breath relieved that you would have a place to stay.

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[spookyscaryskidnpump]

my thoughts on spooky month 6

copy pasted from a page and a half of google doc. crying. spoilers inbound.putting it under the cut cuz its super long. also swear warning.

Ok to start off LILA. LILA MY GAL NO UR DOING UR BEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Im crying im actually fucginf crying. She's trying. So hard. Skid is trying so hard. THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST PLEASEEEEE. Father Gregor can go EAT SHIT. THEY'RE TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS GODDAMNIT.

Susie… Susie no… please… she deserves better istgggggg. What happened to their parents? Are they actually just busy? Are they DEAD? Holy shit what if they're dead. Poor Pump, poor Susie, god please just let these kiddos be ok. PLEASE. ABUELO WONDER IS TYING SO HARD BUT SUSIE KNOWS IT ISN'T REALLY FROM HER PARENTS IM CRYING. SUSIE NOOOOOO

FATHER GREGOR I HATE YOU. ok well he obvs did some good but STILL. GREGOR. STFU GREGOR. I get that hes trying but U CANT JUST SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT JUDGEMENT AND THEN JUDGE HER HER FUCKING HOUSE GOT BROKEN INTO!! YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING CONTEXT!!!! ARGHFDGHJSGHJKAGHSD. Also DAMN IS HE A CULTIST NOW?? IS HE DEAD?? WHAT?!?!?!

ROYYYYYY ROY MY BOI NOOOOOO poor guy :( i understand why he hates the kids they DID kinda ruin him so. At least he knows theyre trying now :( and ross n rob just ASSUME he did something bad isnt helping here!!!! I get that theyre also trying to help him and its nice to see him opening up to them about stuff (even if we dont get to know what specifically PELO WHY) but PLEASE get this kid an anger management class or smthn PLEASE. He needs SO MUCH THERAPY. I dont think hes gonna get therapy because im pretty sure his parents are Part Of The Problem but STILL.  Also FUCKER LITERALLY GOT POSSESED BY A DEMON?????? THATS GOTTA BE TRAUMATIC TF

Side note i love ross and robert dearly and i appreciate them doing their best to help on both sides i love them smmmmmm AUGH

KEVIN AND RADFORD FRIENDSHIP REALLLLLLLLLL i am SO fucking happy about that!!!! Also Kevin having conflicted feelings on the kids FAIR. Similar thing to Roy except hes an adult with a semi-functional support network and is able to understand that theyre just dumb kids and they dont actually mean any harm. He’s harsher on the hatzgang cuz theyre teens and old enough to know stealing is wrong but Skid n Pump are little kiddos they dont know better. Also him disapproving of father gregor REAL THO. also HE GOT POSSESSED TOO?? TRAUMA CENTRAL HOLY SHIT

PATTY DESERVES TO HAVE A GUN ACTUALLY. Also JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST JOHN ANGST! IS HIS KID DEAD? IS HIS DAUGHTER OK HOLY SHIT. ALSO THEM HELPING THE KIDS PROPERLY IM CRYIG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

WHAT WAS EVERMORE DOING WITH THE HOBOMEN???? HELLO??????

I SAW THAT CULT NECKLACE UNDER IGNACIOS SHIRT. I FUCKING SAW IT. CALLED IT BITCH!!!!!!

Rick just has the WORST luck lmao

STREBER IS ALIVE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DEXTER NO PLEASE AUGH…… HIS MOM TOO……

JAUNE AND ROSS’S DAD… HE'S REAL HE EXISTS!! I get ur trying jaune but that is NOT the best way to comfort poor lila… AT LEAST SHES TRYING THO I APPRECIATE HER

THE ENTIRE NEWGROUNDS ENDING?? THE THIEVES AND THE CANDY DEALER IN CAHOOTS WITH THE CULT???? HELLO??????

MOLOCH IS GONE. he deserved it but also THE KIDS ARE SO SAD ABOUT IT? Like they don't really get it but they just watched someone they thought was their friend DIE. HOLY SHIT.

finally. SKID AND PUMP. KIDDOS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok for real tho theyre so much more self aware than the fandom and bulk of the show give them credit for?? Like Skid is VERY aware of his dad being dead/possibly missing and legit just doesn’t wanna talk about it. He knows what death is and he finds fun in it to cope. My poor sweet boyo… and PUMP. PUMP ANSWERING THE CALL AUGHHHHHH HE WANTS HIS PARENTS BACK IM CRYING. SUSIE AND ABUELO ARE DOING THEIR BEST AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD AND AAAAAAAAAAUGH. Also him getting possessed by Moloch while having Star-Eyes basically debunks the theory of the Star-Eyes being a form of possession which is FASCINATING. Anyway that scene with Susie and Pump got me misty eyed and then during the ending with Skid and Lila i actually genuinely started crying. I just want them to be happy. Please let them be happy. Please. PLEASE.

[its-a-me-mango]

Hi I've had several people ask me for my opinions on the movie so instead of answering them all individually, I'll give my honest opinion here. (There's a few focused one I'll answer but this is just my general feel for it)

Ok so, I'll be honest, not my favourite SMG4 movie, don't get me wrong I still enjoyed it, I enjoyed it a lot, but as a few people said, it felt more like a long SMG4 episode than a movie. I think if you see it like that then a lot of the flaws with it kinda melt away, at least to me lol.

We know the team can do absolute bangers (Western Spaghetti is still my favourite SMG4 movie you can fight me on it), I think they just missed the mark a bit this one, especially for someone as important as Mr Puzzles. You'd think if this was a finale to him they'd maybe, I dunno, show him more? It's hard for me to say personally what I would do differently, but I think what they did wasn't the best for him. I'm hoping he shows up again maybe, that'd be nice and would make the movie feel less anticlimactic for me and probably a few others.

Then again we've seen him non stop for like a month so I don't feel like complaining too much lol.

The gags though were super fucking funny and that's what I love most about SMG4, I ultimately don't care if the story is lacking, as long as I'm having a good time then the story can do whatever the hell it wants. I'm not a South Park fan AT ALL and even I was crackling at the South Park skit. The references and jokes, the live action bit, MEAT MALLET?! It's stupid shit like that that makes me love watching SMG4.

I do genuinely think a lot of you would be happier if you took SMG4 less seriously, no offence to any of course it's fun to take silly shitpost shows seriously, but at the end of the day they are shitpost shows, they're meant to be stupid and make dumb jokes, again this felt way more like an SMG4 episode than a movie and I'm fine with that.

Anyone saying SMG4 fell off or were horrifically let down or something like that is being silly, you can say you didn't vibe with the movie it's ok, subdue your expectations and watch Bob make a pickle rick joke with me, you'll understand my vision then.

I get the impression they wanted the movie to be more silly and stuff instead of serious like previous movies, Mr Puzzle is a villain yes but he's a horrifically cartoonish one. His main goal was to control the world though the TV or something like that, like compare that to Wren's goal, there's a clear difference in tone between the both of them.

Regards, I still enjoyed the movie, yes it was a bit over hyped but it wasn't a total letdown for me, it gave us Mr Puzzle characterisation which is nice, again it was REALLY funny, and I always love to the see the team try new and silly ideas! I hope they do more weird and wacky stuff like this in the future because you can tell the team was having fun with this! That's more important to me than anything else.

Also that song was an absolute BANGER, certified bop!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[r0b1ns]

Could you do a Rick Grimes male reader story where reader catches Rick masturbating and leads reader asking to give him a blow job and smut

Here it is, sorry it came out short, I need more experience writing Rick, hope you still like it.

SURPRISE

RICK GRIMES X MALE READER

CW: n/sfw, AMAB reader, one or two curse words, blow job, a little rough

WORD COUNT: 800+

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"hey, you know where Rick is?" You asked Michonne as you passed the children area, where she was playing and looking after Judith.

"Probably at home, I took Judith on me so he gets to rest a little"

"Thanks, have fun" you smiled and started lightly jogging to Rick's house, The sand and concrete squeaking under your shoes, the light breeze messing up your hair. It was quite this afternoon, the guys went for a supply run yesterday, everyone has food for now, everyone's happy.

You were about to knock on the door when it opened and almost went flying into your face.

"Oh sorry, you ok? what are you doing here?" Carl asked, he had a bag on his shoulder, looking like he was going somewhere

"Just came to check on your dad. Going somewhere?"

"Oh yeah, I'm meeting with Enid, just forgot something at home" he stated as he stood awkwardly at the door.

"Ok well, have fun" you said your goodbyes, going in separate directions.

The house was quite, too quite. You'd expect Rick to be doing something, he wasn't one for sulking around, but just as you were wondering if he went out you heard a grunt from upstairs. Rick's room.

You panicked and ran up the stairs, was he hurt? You though maybe it was a walker, but your worries faded when you entered the room.

There he was, Rick, as you expected. But what you did not expect was to find him laying on his bed, supporting his weight with his one arm, and the other slowly stroking his cock.

The sight sent a sudden heat to your bottom, but you soon been brought back to life when Rick noticed you at the door, standing there and staring at his "hand".

You made eye contact, the air was paralyzing. You couldn't move, but he could.

He didn't cover up, or try to get you out of the room, what you thought he'd do when he came dangerously close to you, but instead you felt his warm hand on your cheek, stroking your lips with his thumb.

"I heard you at the door, didn't know you were coming" he smirked and glared at your lips, where his thumb was still resting.

You couldn't say anything, you weren't sure why, because of the embarrassment, or because the man you were dreaming of for months was standing right there, completely naked and touching you?

Probably both.

Than you felt a pair of dry lips on yours, they tasted good, like the last dinner you had. they were chappy, but also surprisingly soft.

You didn't stop to take a breath, as Rick grabbed your shirt collar and led you to his bed, where he was pleasuring himself earlier. He squeezed your ass with his firm hand, wrapping his other around your neck and holding up your face.

"Why don't you help me, and I'll help you" he looked down, and only now you noticed your erection, uncomfortably pressing against your jeans.

You let out a cry when he pinned you down on the bed, lifting up your shirt and kissing up your stomach and chest, reaching your nipples. You let out a moan, feeling the warm tongue circling and sucking on it, the heat in your stomach becoming unbearable.

This sensation didn't last long, which disappointed you, instead Rick stood up, leaving you laying there alone and cold.

"Come here" he tapped on his thigh, spreading his legs a little.

Of course you obliged, going down on your knees on the hard and cold floor, grabbing Rick's muscular thighs to balance yourself.

"Go ahead pretty boy" he took your chin between his two fingers, and his cock with his free hand, guiding you to him. The nickname made you feel some type of way, wishing you'd hear it again.

You slowly took his tip into your mouth, earning a groan from him. You could taste the bitter pre cum that was leaking from it on your tongue.

You slowly bobbed your head up and down, going deeper inch by inch. You could feel a thick vein going up his length, feeling his head pocking the back of your throat making you gag.

"You're doing a good job, keep going" he said stroking your hair and than suddenly gripping it making you moan. It sent vibrations to his cock, making him tighten the grip and let out more grunts.

Your scalp burned, throat aching, and tears threatening to fall out. You enjoyed it, it made you so unbelievably hard you could barely focus on keeping your teeth out of the way.

"Fuck, yeah...come on"

You felt his cock twitching in your mouth, and his grip on your hair tightening even more, if it was possible, and if not for your throbbing cock, or Rick's, deep down your throat you'd be afraid your hair will be ripped out.

If not, he'd sertanly have nail marks on his thighs for a few days.

"Im- I'm coming..fuc-" he cried out and before you knew it a warm sticky sensation went down your throat, almost making you choke. But you stayed there to suck and clean every last bit of his cum, after all you're a-

"Good boy" Rick let out a breath, taking out his sticky and softening cock out of your mouth.

"Now. Should I return the favor?"

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!GIF IS NOT MINE!

[ppcocainislifeee]

Carl grimes x fem reader -comic books 

Hi, this is my first fanfic. This has been in the drafts for a while. I made this like a couple months ago at like midnight so if there’s any thing you don’t understand I am so sorry or if there’s some thing that you can’t read I’m really sorry💋💋

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you and Carl have been friends since the farm but best friends since the prison. It’s been a while since you and the group got to Alexandra.

something in the friend group started changing. instead of just staring at a distance you would actually go up and talk to him.

you were really talkative and he love that about you.

After everything happened with Negan and he lost his eye. You were one of the only ones there who helped him along with his dad, Michonne, and there’s a part of the group.on your 19th birthday.

He got you a necklace but not just any necklace, a necklace that you seen in a store but felt too bad to take. he was a great friend like that(was he really just a friend tho) so on his birthday, you decided to surprise him with something special to him.

A Deadpool comic you haven’t seen him read.As you walk up to the door to the house The door flies open and it’s Mr.grimes leaving on a hunt to see what they can find.

“Oh hey I did see you there” Rick saus surprisingly.”ah sorry I was just about to knock is Carl here? I have something to give him you know he actually got me something for my birthday!” You say surprised but also excited. “Umm i’m pretty sure he’s in his room at this time-“ he looks behind you and says” all right sweetheart I have to go tell Carl I’ll be back” he says to you as he walks past you and put his hand on your shoulder as he walks away. you smile at the way that you think Carl would react to the gift.

as you walk in the house, you put it all behind you, and you basically make a sprint to he’s room, when you got there your food with your jean belt loops and waited a little bit before heading him. “Huh? Who is it?” he says, in a confusing manner, “it’s me ( ) can I come in?” The door Open quickly , “( ) you know you could’ve just walked in right??” he says he ushers you to come in.

As you do you get the slight nervous feeling in your stomach.”so I got you something” you drag the so out a little as you say that and pop down on his bed. “What? why?” He says, as he sits down next to you“ because you got me something” you say smiling.

He brushes at the site of you smiling, you gave him the gift that was poorly wrapped him, and whatever paper you could find.” don’t question me on my rapping abilities. OK I did my best.” you say laughing a bit as he opens it you seen his face light up,”hole shit! No way you got me this! How? where? I don’t have this one yet, and I’ve been reading them out of order…what how did you know I don’t have this one?” I asked you in an excited voice.”wellll I had to snoop a little bit” you say biting your lip, he looks at you for a moment, staring into your eyes.

You’re getting embarrassed little bit ”is there something on my face?” You say because using someone in a movie say that.”omg can you-“ “Can I kiss you” he says Breaking you from your speech, use at there a moment, stunned. I thought about it for a minute(actually, more like two seconds) “oh shit my bad I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable” he starts profusely apologizing as do he stands up

Stand up quickly after him”no! I mean no you did make me uncomfortable I was actually perfectly fine” you say trying to calm down”Noo i’m sorry do you want my closest friends I don’t wanna ruin th-“

before he can finish a sentence, you kiss him hard. you kissing passionately as his hand moves to your waist and up your back. “Mhm” you can prove you more seconds, until you need to pull back for air. “i’m perfectly comfortable with you right now” he looks at you in disbelief and you see a shin in his eye, “sooo does that mean you like me?” he says grinning wide “nooo not at all” you say, hugging him tightly laughing at yourself “awww man y guess I’ll kiss you again and try again”

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AHHHH I can’t believe I’m gonna post this, but ykk YOLO anyway, just a reminder you’re beautiful anyway you are and if you don’t think so, kiss me💋💋

[jo-harrington]

Dearest, wonderfulst of them all. I'm coming in here with a monster tucked under my arm.

The Manticore. Please. It's one of my favourite beasts.

<3 <3 <3 for you.

Somna!!! Ok this one I was noodling for a while because I was like “ok. Ren faire ren faire ren faire.” And it was gonna be really special and a little grandiose (I was feeling a type of way with the end of summer.)

But the thing about Eddie and this OC (or Reader character if you’re not reading the series) is that they find heaven in the most simple places together. They find it in each other.

So I hope you enjoy this one. It's not big angsty, it's just a little soft silly thing. Big kisses for you my love.

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

August 1984

“So what are we looking for again?”

“Rick's birthday is coming up so anything Green Bay Packers—”

“Ew.”

“—and maybe some flannels for Wayne. How about you?”

“Maybe some books. Some records for the both of us?"

"No Van Halen though."

"I swear to God," you muttered under your breath. "I mention them one time."

"Hot for Teacher is a bullshit song and you know it," Eddie grinned mischievously as he slammed the door of the van shut.

He knew just what it took to get under your skin sometimes; pick at the tiniest throwaway thing you'd say and turn it into a whole to-do. Keep pushing and pushing until you tried to tell him off because then he'd get to emphasize "but you love me" until your hard stare turned soft and you'd agree because...you did.

You did love him. Loved him for all the good things and the bad; loved him because he was an idiot.

He was your idiot. Proudly.

Today, though, was not about mischief.

You were both on a mission.

You'd driven all the way up to Fort Wayne for the Allen County Flea Market at the Fairgrounds. It was a once-a-month event where hundred of people brought their prized possessions, their antiques, and their trash to try and offload it for as much cash as possible. And he had plenty to spare, after he'd made his appearance at all of the end-of-summer parties that had been thrown by everyone of college-going-age in the tri-county area.

So why not have a little day out, treat the most important people in his life to something nice, if...a little worn. Worn was ok.

He was a little worn too. So were you. And Wayne and Rick. His friends. He'd never felt such a sense of belonging as he did with all of you. All sorts of pieces that seemingly didn't fit together or belong...that had been patched together to create something epic. Unstoppable.

His family.

After perusing a few booths together, you parted ways to hunt for your own treasures, and he greedily accepted the soft farewell kisses you pressed to his lips.

One, and then another for the road, and a third for good luck.

He prompted it, but it was typically your saying as you stole a few smooches before you left him for the night or for work, and hearing him say it made you beam brightly.

It made him glow from deep within.

Once you were out of sight, he clapped his hands and let destiny take him where it would.

Got a couple things for himself and Wayne, enough that he could convince his uncle that they didn't need to go back to school shopping for much of anything outside of the obvious pens, pencils, and notebooks from Kmart. No new shoes or shirts.

He could keep the that overtime pay from the plant tucked away for a rainy day, or maybe fix the heater on his car that he'd been hemming and hawing about since February.

He even found Wayne a sturdy denim jacket with a suede collar that, he was sure, would be perfect once the cool weather rolled in.

He got Rick's birthday gift and continued to peruse the booths along his path, finding a few useful items along the way: a coil of guitar strings still in the packaging, a set of cooking knives that might have been chipped and dull but still probably more useful to cut vegetables with than the set of steak knives that were tucked away in a kitchen drawer back home, and a plan black sweatshirt with some moth holes that could, realistically, be saved by some strategically placed band patches.

He had been contemplating whether he was willing to endure your wrath if he surprised you with a copy of Women and Children First from a pile of old vinyls--

A grander gesture would be to convince the guys to add Could This Be Magic to the setlist of Corroded Coffin 2.0's first outing at the Hideout. Jeff could test his mettle on acoustic and Eddie could dedicate the song to you.

--when he found the jackpot.

It was a dusty book with worn edges, title on the front cover printed in a heavy gothic script and embossed with gold foil.

A Modern Bestiary for the 20th Century by Professor Hellen Magnus and Doctor Pellinore Warthrop

Eddie's hand shot to it immediately, intrigued, and he spent a good few minutes flipping through the pages. He vibrated as he went page by page, eyes scanning over one creature or another.

Harpies and gargoyles and sea serpents.

He thought of all the Hellfire sessions that would benefit from this book. It really felt like an ancient tome with all of the scientific diagrams and breakdowns of each creature's skeleton, brief summaries of associated myths, and place of origin. References to other books that he made a mental note to ask about at the library.

And then, right in the center of the book, there was a fold out spread that featured a full color illustration of a Manticore.

His favorite.

He'd seen it in a book about heraldry once upon a time when he created a Munson Family Crest for the Middle Ages unit in 6th Grade History. And he'd been obsessed ever since.

The ultimate protector and most dangerous foe with the head of a human and the body of a lion, and a venomous scorpion tail. Symbolizing undefinable strength and power. So it was funny, how he had been thinking of the way his family was patched together earlier when this was waiting for him just hours ahead.

Fate was funny that way.

And funnier still...when he drew his eyes across the page once again and saw, scribbled in the corner in...colored pencil or crayon...he couldn't say for sure...was your name.

"No..." he squinted and pulled the page closer to his face. "Can't be."

It was a child's handwriting for sure, wobbly and unsure, but that was you.

For a second, Eddie didn't even...consider the implications of this being your book or how the book ending up here of all places. Stranger things had happened. Fate worked inn mysterious ways and all that.

He just felt...triumphant.

"Finally I'll get a leg up on you sweetheart," he said as he dug into his pockets for the cash to buy the book. "No more telling me about mysterious monsters and creatures. I'll know more than you soon enough."

You found Eddie sitting in the back of the van after you finished your shopping, the tote bag that you had the foresight to bring with you overflowing with books and records and even a rolled up poster that you were sure he'd like for his bedroom. His legs were crossed and he was flipping through the pages of a book that vaguely looked familiar to you.

"So, success?" you began to announce your presence. Eddie jumped a bit, startled and he shoved the book off to the side. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. "What? Is that like...some like...weird book with sex positions in it or something? Studying to surprise me later or..."

"No! Well...studying yes, but not...I mean if you wanna..." he trailed off and raised his eyebrows suggestively. You slapped the back of your hand against his arm and laughed. "No, it's just this really interesting book I found. I'll tell you all about it on the drive back."

"Ok," you marveled at his enthusiasm. "I can't wait to hear all about it."

You dumped your bags in the back and slammed the doors shut as Eddie did his typical gentleman's act by racing around to open the passenger's door for you.

He bowed deeply and kissed the back of your hand, luxuriating in your giggles.

You wouldn't be laughing for long.

Once he was settled behind the wheel and he was sure of the directions back to Hawkins, he got the most devious look on his face. Positively devilish. His head dropped lazily to his shoulder and he dragged his eyes from the road to look at you.

"So, sweetheart, angel, cheese on my burger, love of my life," he buttered you up. "Tell me what you know...about The Manticore."

[thesoftboiledegg]

OK guys, I have a confession to make today: I am a dudebro. The tech geniuses in my Elon Musk discord sent me here to infiltrate Tumblr. I chug a Toxic Rick energy drink every morning even though it makes my bones rattle and spiders crawl at the edges of my vision. I go to Birdrick threads on Reddit, comment "is rick gay," get two downvotes and leave. Every day, I pray that Rick will say "I'm not arguing, I'm explaining why I'm right" in the show so that I can point at the shirt that I'm wearing with the same phrase on it and say "Haha, it's official now! You to want hear me say it out loud? Huh? You want me to throw that badassery right in your face? Fuck up my McDonald's order one more time, and it's coming at you!" Do it, Rick. Do it for me.

I've jacked it to Rick a few times, but I only did that because it was funny. In fact, it was funnier than everything in seasons 4-6 combined. I think that Rick and Morty has been the worst shit on TV since season three, but I haven't stopped watching it. Instead, I watch every new episode and make rage-fueled videos in my $1,000 gaming chair. This week's topic: Rick and Morty has gone woke. What was up with that joke in season five about the cops being racist? The cops aren't racist! They kill ALL races equally, Jesus Christ.

Anyway, back to Birdrick: I KNOW that Birdrick is platonic because I tell my male friends that I love them all the time. That's not romantic. In fact, I say it while looking directly into their eyes, thinking about all the great times that we had together, thinking that they should leave their bitch of a girlfriend because I know more about Rick and Morty than she ever will. I think about how hilarious it would be if we went on a long vacation and shared a hammock and watched the sun set, the light glittering on the waves as insects start to hum in the grass. Haha, it's all a joke, bro.

Once, I was DJing in a club and trying to figure out how to play Kanye West's entire discography at once when a guy handed me an acid tab with Morty's screaming face on it. I flew off into outer space and floated around until Rick picked me up in his ship. We made out for a while so that he could teach me how to make out with all the hot alien babies on Neptune. Of course, I already know how to make out with babes because I kissed a chick wearing a Rick and Morty hoodie once. She was clearly shit at it because I didn't enjoy it, and I should have known better because girls, queers and Tumblrinas don't actually like Rick and Morty. They just pretend to like it because they want male attention.

Oh, I'm sorry--CIS male attention. Is that woke enough for you? And by the way, libsharts: Rick is a CIS MALE. I would know because he runs around naked in every other episode, and I made a compilation of every scene for hard evidence. Cry about it all you want, but you're not going to win this debate. No one's looked at Rick Sanchez naked more than me!

Anyhoo, Rick called out the woke crowd in the season one classic "Raising Gazorpazorp," which brilliantly deconstructs feminazi bullshit, especially Rick's speech at the end. Something about Rick's voice really sells it. Something about the way it's so gravely but familiar at the same time, like rain hitting a tin roof while we're sipping iced tea on the porch. Do you ever feel like you're only going out with girls because all your bros are doing it?

HAHA uh, Birdrick is a sack of puke and just the thought of it makes me shit rage diarrhea. (Uh oh, was that too CRUDE for the purity police? Well, get used to it, because I have to.) If I ever see a Bird Person cosplayer on the streets of LA, I'm going to hit him with my Tesla, killing him instantly. I'm hoping that it might explode a little bit for maximum damage. In fact, I'm just going to program my Tesla to hit every pedestrian that resembles a human-sized bird. It's in Elon Musk's genius hands now!

So what the fuck has happened to Rick and Morty? That show was great before they hired women writers. I'm pretty sure that they hired a bunch of queers, too, because only a gay man would come up with that suit and tie he wore in season six. He looked way too good in that outfit. Which one of you homos designed that shit? Jesus Christ, get out of the writers' room and let the straight men take control again. If I ever win a giveaway or something and get to visit the studio, I better be surrounded by men!

Season one was just winner after winner and winner. We need to get back to the original show--the REAL show--where Rick was a cool-headed and rational scientist instead of the weeping "wah wah I'm so sad morty" baby we're stuck with now. I would know because I'm basically the real-life Rick. I say what I want, when I want. Don't like it? Too bad. You just don't want to hear the truth. Rick Sanchez walked so that white men with beards could run...to their Teslas and run over Bird Person cosplayers, killing them instantly.

And Rick USED to tell the truth. Love is a chemical reaction, nothing means anything, existence is pain, marriage is bullshit (ESPECIALLY when you're married to a female), everyone's too politically correct now, it's stupid that we can't call stuff "retarded," "PICKLE RICK!!!!!", focus on science, girls are too sensitive about everything. Wubba lubba dub dub! Shit, what does that mean again? I'm so used to saying that at parties when someone hands me a Rick and Morty bong and I just smoke whatever's in it because that's what Rick would do. I think I smoked oregano a couple of weeks ago. My nostrils have been burning ever since, but I'm sure it's fine. Nothing can kill a man who pounds Toxic Rick energy drinks!

Haha, wouldn't it be funny if I left the last two words off that last sentence? That would be the funniest shit ever. I'm crying with laughter!

People didn't understand Dan Harmon's genius when they whined about the show, and it apparently made him so depressed that he gave up and surrendered to the woke crowd. Christ, I hate the Internet. I only get on here to check Reddit, scroll through Elon Musk's Twitter feed and see if Dan Harmon updated his Instagram. He reminds me of Rick a lot. They're both geniuses, but the major difference with Dan Harmon is that he's got that scraggly beard. It's probably scratchy when you make out with him. I took a bunch of molly at a party once and kissed a guy who looked like a lumberjack because I thought he was a lady lumberjack, and his beard was pretty scratchy. I said "Wow, that's what kissing Dan Harmon is like!" And he said "Want to go back to my place?" And I said "Fuck no, you're not ACTUALLY Dan Harmon." LOL!!!!!!!

Remember when I mentioned McDonald's at the start? I've been in Mickey D's this whole time, and if you're wondering how I had time to type this, it's because the 16-year-old fucktards behind the counter don't know what they're doing. (And yes, I'm getting McNuggets! Haha! #szechaunsauce) Rick wouldn't put up with this shit. Not only is he a badass, but he's got badass friends all over the galaxy who would back him up. I had a dream a month ago where Rick was hanging out with these buff guys that were probably his personal bodyguards. Some weird stuff happened, and when I told my therapist about it, she said "It sounds like you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "No, I didn't," and she said "You just loudly and audibly said that you had a dream about Rick having sex with a group of men," and I said "Haha, I was manipulating you! I'm a master manipulator like Rick! It was a social experiment! What made you think about gay sex anyway? If I said 'And then Rick got gangbanged by a bunch of dudes' and you immediately thought 'Wow, it sounds like you had a gay sex dream,' that's on you, honey! Hear me? THAT'S ON YOU!!!'"

So, uh...

Let's close this off with a classic: Wubba lubba dub dub! Haha. Anyway, since you Tumblrites love analyzing every frame of every episode because it makes you feel like you "get it" (spoiler alert: you don't), why is this GIF so hypnotic? I've been watching it for twenty minutes and can't figure it out.

Lord have mercy.

[i-only-want-endless-happiness]

Dear pjo fandom

I just read the sun and the stars and i was so happy to come here and see all the little cute fan arts and what i find is a bunch of adults complaining about a child books series istg this fandom is one of the most toxic ones out there.

Now i could tell you that if you want to consume a product whatever it is movies,books,tv shows ecc that's explicitly for kids/preteens you have to approch it with the right mentality which is letting your inner child enjoy the product if you're 20+ something, cause of course the adult you won't feel the same wonder, and sure kids products don't have to be bad or bland and there are other things out there aimed at kids that are better than tsats BUT it's not a bad book, mark oshiro did such a good job at portraying healing and trauma, they also did an amazing job at presenting to middle schoolers the idea of romantic relationships being not all roses and flowers and unicorns, human relationships are hard no matter the kind, it's something difficult to accept and to deal with especially when every single fairy tale you read as a kid teaches you that there is a happily ever after, that after adversities everything gets solved and goes fine, when you grow up you learn that nothing is further from the truth than that, i could also tell you that of course the concept is extremely simplified but again it's a book for kids/preteens, i could tell you to not go for something you know it's not targeted to you if you want approch it in a cynical way, i could give you as example that reading tsats and wanting maturity out of it is like going to watch a disney animation movie and then complaining they sing too much. Cause now you have to tell me when rick riordan has been mature or not cringe in the whole entirity of the pjo saga? He literally wrote a dam joke after killing off a 12 years old, added a judo flip to a romantic reunion of two characters that haven't seen each others for almost a year, wrote a romantic declaration from a 20 years old something to a 16 years old girl, wrote about gods falling for the stupidiest shit said by teenagers demigods, made percy at 12 years old won a fight against the fucking god of war and i could go on so if that has been ok with you till now what is even the point? The truth is y'all are not complaining cause the book feels immature/cringe/ooc ecc y'all are complaining cause you hate will and you hate him cause you ship nico with percy,jason,leo or who knows who and that's ok you don't have to like will or solangelo you can ship whatever you want (i'm an "anomaly" in this fandom i never shipped percabeth, i started prefering percy and rachel and i ended up loving the idea of annabeth and piper, still i can be objective enough to read a whole saga where percy and annabeth are the main couple and not shit on it just cause i don't ship them together) of course you can complain about this book but at least make an effort and think of valid reasons. The real problem is why did you decide to buy and read a book that focuses as one of the main plots on a relationship you hate so much, if you can't stand them as a couple why did you read it in the first place? This book is not perfect it lacks things and there are topics that needed to be handled better sure, but it's not bad,ooc or cringe, cheesy maybe but not the kind of cringe you are trying to make it pass. The real deal here is you don't really care about any of those things you just hate the ship the book revolves around and again that's fine but just be honest it's way more respectful than taking away the work af a queer author that tried to settle more the idea of a queer couple being normal and equal to a straight one to a group of young people who are living in a society that still is against queer people.

Damnit shut up, do it for the gay kids

A former kid (still queer tho)

(if i made mistakes forgive me english is not my first language)

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Salvation - Six Months Later (Reader)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Six months after the end of Salvation, Reader thinks life with Matt couldn't get any more perfect -- except then it does.

Warnings/Tags: None. This is pure fluff.

Word Count: ~2500

A/N: Thank you for reading!

Y/F/N Y/L/N sang softly to herself as she headed upstairs towards her boyfriend's apartment. "So this is love, mmm mmm mmm mmm, so this is love, mmm mmm mmm mmm, so this is what makes life divine… I'm all aglow, mmm mmm mmm mmm, and now I know, the key to all heaven is mine…"

If someone had told her two years ago that she would be in a stable, loving relationship (and most importantly, safe and happy) she probably would've laughed in their face, but here she was, on her way to meet up with Matt after work.

He had been teaching her Braille after work and on the weekends for the past several months, and Y/N was finally starting to recognize the Braille letters without a guide.

As she made it to Matt's door it opened to reveal the man himself, still clad in his business suit from work but sans jacket and tie, with the top button of his shirt undone.

Y/N grinned. Although she had long since come to terms with the fact that her boyfriend was Daredevil, she was still somewhat getting used to his heightened senses, including his ability to hear when she was nearby. "Hi, love."

"Mmm. Hi." Matt gave her a kiss. "You're in a good mood."

Y/N nodded. "Yep, I finally finished that book edit I had been working on, and I also got the discovery we received yesterday from Banks, Conway, and Reed sorted and organized while you were in court this afternoon."

"Hey, that's great, sweetheart." Matt moved out of the doorway so she could enter. "Ready to practice reading some Braille?" 

Y/N nodded as she stepped inside. "Yep. I've been studying hard."

She pulled the elementary Braille workbook she had been learning from out of her bag.

Matt shook his head. "I thought we could try something a little different today."

"Oh, okay. What do you have in mind?"

"I figured we can move on to just having you read some Braille copy and telling me what it says."

Y/N put the workbook back in her bag and set it on the kitchen island. "Yeah, okay, we can try that."

"I've been really impressed with your progress, sweetheart. You're learning pretty quickly."

Y/N's heart fluttered at the praise. "Well you know, it's because I have a really good teacher."

Matt grinned. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm. The best." Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt's waist and gave him a kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too." Matt gave her another kiss. "Be right back." 

Y/N moved to the sofa as Matt went to his bedroom and came back with a small stack of printed Braille paper.

Matt set the stack down on the coffee table and sat next to her.

He read the top sheet, then slid it over to Y/N. "Ok, try reading this one."

Y/N concentrated as she tried to decipher the text. "Never gonna give you up… Never gonna let you down… Never gonna turn around and desert you."

She narrowed her eyes. "Matthew Murdock, did you just Rick Roll me in Braille?"

Matt grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "You goof."

Matt swapped the top page for another one. "Okay, now this one."

"The writ of… Habeas Corpus is… a recourse… in law through which… a person can -- can report an unlawful detention… or imprisonment to a court… and request… that the court determine… whether the detention is lawful."

Matt nodded. "Very good."

He had her read through a few more legal documents before taking a deep breath and sliding one final piece of Braille paper in front of her. "Okay, try this one."

Y/N closed her eyes this time as she ran her fingers over the raised bumps. "Y/N," she slowly read out loud, "will… you… marry… me?" Wait, what?

Her eyes flew open and she turned towards Matt. "What? Are you serious?"

Matt huffed out a nervous laugh. "Very serious."

He stood then moved in front of Y/N, pulling a red velvet square box out of his pants pocket as he knelt down on the floor. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful, custom-made ring. "What do you say, sweetheart? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Y/N's mind was still reeling. "Yes," she breathed.

A huge smile spread across Matt's face. "Yes?"

Y/N let out a watery laugh and joined him on the floor. "Yes, Matt. Yes, of course I'll marry you."

Matt took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. "We both know all too well that life is short, so I don't want to wait to get married. However long our forever is, I want to spend it with you as my wife."

Y/N cupped Matt's face in her hands and pressed her lips to his.  "Yes, absolutely, I'm in. How soon are you thinking?" 

Matt grinned. "Honestly I'd have already booked us a flight to Vegas so I could marry you tonight if I'd have thought you'd have agreed to it, but I know Foggy would kill me if we got married without him and Karen there."

Y/N laughed. "True."

"The waiting period for a marriage license here is only 24 hours, so we could actually go to the clerk's office tomorrow and get married on Tuesday at the courthouse."

Y/N shook her head. "As tempting as that sounds, it honestly would feel kind of weird being married by one of the judges you argue cases in front of, especially if it wound up being Judge Haynes since he just sentenced my ex-boyfriend to 40 years in Rikers less than a month ago. Besides, I know you probably always had your heart set on getting married in the church, so no matter how simple our wedding ceremony is, do you want to see if Father Lantom can marry us instead?"

She couldn't help but smile at the almost imperceptible flicker of relief that flitted across Matt's face as he pulled out his phone. "I'll call him now."

Matt found Father Lantom's number and hit the dial button, then put the phone on speaker. 

"Matthew? Is everything alright?" Father Lantom said in greeting.

"Hi Father Lantom, yes, everything is fine," Matt replied. "I'm actually calling with good news -- Y/N and I are engaged and we'd like you to perform our wedding ceremony."

"Oh, well, congratulations to the both of you. When were you two looking at getting married?"

"As soon as possible -- this week, preferably."

"Ah. I see." Matt could hear Father Lantom shuffle some papers around. "Well normally there's counseling and workshops and other things you need to do, but since it's all really up to the individual parish I can make an exception to a majority of it. Let's see… I can fit you in before afternoon Mass on Saturday, but can you both meet with me at some point this week to fill out paperwork and do the required portion of pre-Cana?"

Y/N gave Matt's hand a gentle squeeze. "Would tomorrow afternoon work?" she whispered. "We can get our marriage license before going over there."

Matt nodded. "Is tomorrow afternoon good for you?" he asked Father Lantom.

Y/N could hear Father Lantom flipping pages in his planner. "4 o'clock?"

"Yes, I'm sure that will be fine."

"Okay, good. Congratulations again, Matthew. See you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Father. Goodbye."

He hung up. "Want to FaceTime Foggy and Karen to tell them the news or wait to tell them in person tomorrow?"

"Let's tell them now."

Y/N waited while Matt grabbed his glasses, then they moved to the sofa. 

"Oh hey, you want to try to get our wedding bands tomorrow afternoon too?" Matt said. "I think the jewelry store right down the street from the church is open until seven during the week."

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

"I'm also thinking we could all have dinner at Mimi's after the ceremony since we're not going to have a traditional reception either. We could stop by and pick up something for dinner and make reservations while we're there."

Y/N grinned. "Honestly, my love, that sounds perfect. What better way to celebrate our marriage than at the place we had our first date?"

"Good, then that's settled." Matt pulled up Foggy's contact and tapped the Facetime button. "Okay, here we go."

Foggy answered after a couple of rings. "Hey, you guys, what's up?" he said in greeting.

"Hey, Foggy," Matt replied. "Is Karen around? Y/N and I want to talk to the two of you about something."

"Oh, yeah, just a sec. Hey, Kare! Matt and Y/N are on Facetime!"

"Okay, be right there!" Y/N heard Karen call out from another room.

She appeared in the frame a few seconds later. "Hey guys," she said as she sat next to Foggy on the sofa. "What's going on?"

Matt took a deep breath. "Well, we have some news…"

He took Y/N's hand in his and raised it to his mouth for a kiss, showing off her ring.

"Oh my God, congrats you two!" Karen said happily.

"YES!" Foggy cheered. "It's about time. Y/N, did you know Matt's been carrying that ring around for the past six months?"

"No, I didn't!" Y/N turned to Matt. "Really?"

Matt ducked his head. "Yeah, actually. I bought it the day I realized I was in love with you and picked it up the day we actually said it for the first time. I've just been waiting for the right time to propose since I didn't want to do it while your ex's case was still open."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Aww, Matt, baby… "

Matt gave her hand a loving squeeze before turning his head back to his phone. "Anyway, we're getting married this Saturday afternoon at Clinton Church."

Foggy chuckled. "Wow, you two aren't wasting any time."

Y/N shook her head. "As we all know entirely too well, a long life is not guaranteed, so Matt and I want to spend whatever time we have left on this earth together as husband and wife."

Foggy nodded. "That makes sense."

"We want you two to be our witnesses," Matt added. "No matter when or where we get married, we want the two other most important people in our lives to be there."

"Absolutely," Foggy said. "We wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Yeah, we'd both be honored," Karen chimed in. "And we can help with whatever planning you need us to do to make sure everything is set by Saturday."

"Actually, Kare, would you go dress shopping with me?" Y/N said. "I'm not planning on wearing a traditional wedding dress, but I figure I'll still be able to find something suitable at the department store." 

Karen nodded. "Yeah, sure. When did you want to go?"

"Probably Tuesday after work? We're meeting with Father Lantom and getting our marriage license and wedding bands tomorrow, so I can't go dress shopping then."

Karen grinned. "Yeah, sounds great."

"Thanks."

Foggy checked his watch. "We gotta run because we're having Sunday dinner with my family, but we'll see you guys tomorrow. And congrats again!"

Matt grinned. "Thanks."

"Yeah, thanks," Y/N added.

Karen waved. "Bye!"

"Bye!" 

"Okay, so it's settled," Y/N said as Matt hung up and repocketed his phone. "On Saturday afternoon we say 'I do'. That gives us, what, 5 days to figure out where we're going to live after we're married?"

Matt chuckled. "Actually when I think about our life together I always imagine us at your place. It's bigger and has more space than my apartment, and it's closer to the office." 

He grinned and pointed at the window. "Plus there's the perk of not having a giant neon billboard outside your window."

Y/N laughed lightly. "Well that's true. I'm fine with that if you are. We're at my place most of the time anyway."

Matt nodded. "I think that's probably the best option, at least for now. We can decide later if we want to get another place together, and we can rent out my apartment until we eventually sell it since it might not go too quickly."

"Okay. Want me to see if I can find some blackout curtains that'll fit the window? It might help it sell faster, if that's what you're worried about."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, sweetheart."

"So how are we going to consolidate our furniture? We might be able to turn one of the spare bedrooms into an office for you, maybe put your couch in there? I don't know how we're going to get it up the stairs though unless we hire movers."

Matt shook his head. "I'm gonna leave my apartment furnished, so all we'll have to move are my personal items. It's not like I have a lot of stuff."

Y/N's eyebrows raised. "Wow, you really have thought about this, haven't you?"

Matt smiled softly. "Spending the rest of my life with you? Yeah. Quite a bit, actually." 

Y/N bit her lip. "What do you think about adding you to the deed on the townhouse? Think Foggy can do that for us sometime next week?"

"Yeah, he's got some experience with quitclaim deeds from back when we were interns. I was planning on adding you to the deed here so we can have joint ownership of my apartment anyway, but you just finished getting everything transferred from your aunt's name to yours, you sure you don't want to wait on that?"

Y/N shook her head and linked her fingers through Matt's. "I want our home to be our home. Besides, I'm going to wind up getting my name changed on the deed anyway, so while I'm doing that I might as well add my husband as co-owner, right?" 

"Oh right." Matt gave her hand a light squeeze. "That's a very good point… Mrs. Murdock."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Mmm, Mrs. Murdock. I kinda like how that sounds."

Matt grinned. "I like how it sounds too, Mrs. Murdock."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Keep it up and I'm going to wind up dragging you into your bedroom to show you exactly just how much I like it."

Matt raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Is that a threat or a promise, Mrs. Murdock?"

"Okay, that's it, mister." Y/N stood and pulled Matt up, letting out a shriek of laughter as her fiancé scooped her up into his arms and carried her off to his bedroom.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Hello Darling - Part six

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 5

Warning: swearing, implied smut

Summary: everything comes full circle for Negan and Raven

A/N: I had a ball of a time bringing this story to life, thank to @ravenrose18​ for giving the opportunity tell your story 💖

song - Hold me while you wait by Lewis Capaldi

It took some time and a lot of hard work... and hard work it was. But eventually Raven managed to get some sort of a compromise between the Sanctuary and the other communities.

Rick and the others didn’t trust Negan, but they trusted Raven and they knew in order to secure the safety and future of their people; they had to do whatever was needed to do so, even if it meant working alongside the devil himself.

“Still can’t believe you made all of this possible” Rick remarks as they watched Saviors alongside members of Alexandria exchanging loads of supplies.

“You’re beginning to sound like Negan” Raven chuckles softly as Rick side-eyed her with a scoff.

“He mentioned something similar to me a few days ago while inspecting the gardens at the Sanctuary. To be honest, I'm just glad that any more unnecessary bloodshed was prevented.”

“You and me both” Rick nods in agreement.

“To be honest, it still pisses me off sometimes that we have to work with that asshole.”

“Why do you think I’m present for the exchanges instead of him” Raven comments.

“It’s better to be working with him instead of working for him, don’t you think?”

“You’re right...” Rick sighs out.

“Just wish that the start to this hadn’t happened the way it did.”

“You and I both” Raven agrees with a sigh of her own.

“How’s Maggie taking it?”

“She ain’t that happy about any of this” Rick replies.

“Still wants Negan dead more than anything, I’m trying my best to get her to understand why we’re doing this. Talked about possibly leaving, it’s just too much for her.”

“I understand” Raven nods.

“That’s why I thought it better to do Hilltop’s exchanges here as well. The less she’s around the Saviors, the better.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe she’ll ever come around on this arrangement” Rick comments.

“He regrets it” Raven responds.

“If he had known she was pregnant, he never would have killed Glenn. I regret it too... If I had been with, then I could have stopped it.”

“Ain’t know use in thinking of what ifs” Rick remarks.

“We made the decision to attack that outpost, and now we have to live with the consequences. By the way, thank you for bringing Daryl back.”

“Least I could do to make things right” Raven shrugs in response.

Rick places a hand on her shoulder then.

“Even so, thank you...”

“Thank you...” Negan remarks placing a kiss to the side of Raven’s hair as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“For what?” Raven asks, tilting her head up to look at him.

Negan points a hand out at the expansion of the Sanctuary in front of them.

“For making all of this possible, for creating and keeping the peace.”

“It was nothing...” Raven shrugs in response.

“Nothing?” Negan scoffs.

“You prevented a bloodbath on both sides. United communities together that were once enemies.”

“I did what anyone else would have done” Raven comments.

“No, they wouldn’t” Negan responds.

“This day and age, people are selfish; only thinking about the here-and-now, not about the future. I was guilty of it myself.”

“I’ll take the recognition then” Raven smiles faintly in response.

“C’mon... have something to show ya.”

“What is it?” Raven enquires as Negan led her to his bedroom.

Negan shakes his head at her.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Ok, fine...” Raven rolls her eyes with a faint smirk.\

I’m waiting up, saving all my precious time

Losing light, I'm missing my same old us

Before we learned our truth too late

Resigned to fate, fading away

*

“No way...!” Raven gasped out in surprise at the romantic scene laid out in front of her.

“Hope ya like it?” Negan sheepishly remarks.

“I love it!” Raven exclaims excitedly, turning around to fling herself at him.

“You even remembered my favourite song...”

“It was the last song we danced to...” Negan comments staring down at the ground shyly.

“I’m surprised you remembered that night” Raven remarks, attempting to get him to look her in the eye.

“It was the last happy moment we had before shit went sideways” Negan finally looks up with teary eyes.

“Negan...” Raven cups his face in the palm of her hands, wiping away the tears with her thumbs.

“Don’t do that. Remember what we agreed on?”

Negan nods as she holds his gaze on her.

“Concentrate on the here and now, not the past.”

Linking her arms around the back of his neck, Raven gently smiles at him.

“How about a dance?”

*

So, tell me, can you turn around?

I need someone to tear me down

Oh, tell me, can you turn around?

But either way

Hold me while you wait

I wish that I was good enough (Hold me while you wait)

If only I could wake you up (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

“I can’t believe you actually have this song...” Raven comments as she rested her head on Negan’s chest while they slowly danced to it.

“It was one of the only two things I had left to remember you by” Negan utters against her hair as he placed a kiss into it.

“Our tattoo?” Raven mutters staring up into his eyes then.

“Our tattoo...” Negan returns the stare with a head nod.

“I want to see it” Raven murmurs out then.

Without a word, Negan lets go of her then; taking a step back, he removes his jacket.

“Take the shirt off” Raven instructs him.

Silently staring down at her through his lashes, Negan slowly removes his shirt as well.

Silently stepping forward, Raven reached to stroke the tattoo on his outer bicep; their tattoo, the matching rose and raven tattoo they both had.

Negan remained deathly still as he silently eyed her next move, nearly choking on his own spit when Raven places a soft kiss onto the tattoo.

*

Tell me more, tell me something I don’t know

Did we come close to having it all?

If you’re gonna waste my time

Let's waste it right

I wish that I was good enough (Hole me while you wait)

If only I could wake you up (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

With an almost devilish smirk, Raven reaches to remove her shirt but Negan halts her with his own hands.

“Are you sure...?”

After months of taking things slowly between the two of them, she felt that now was the right time to take the next step in their relationship.

“Yes...” Raven utters out, reaching up to cup his cheek.

With lust filled eyes, Negan stares down at the hand he still had on her shirt.

“May I?”

Biting into her lip, Raven silently nods.

*

I wish you cared a little more (Hold me while you wait)

I wish you’d told me this before (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

Removing Raven’s shirt, the first thing that Negan’s eyes land on was their matching tattoo. Kneeling, almost trance like; he gently traces the lines of the tattoo, pressing a soft kiss to it.

Gasping out softly, Raven tilts her head back, grabbing hold of Negan’s hair as he continues trailing kisses along the contours of her torso.

Taking it as a sign to continue, Negan unbuttons her pants, slowly peeling them down her legs while pressing kisses against the exposed skin.

Stepping out of her shoes and pants, Raven gently tugged at Negan’s hair to get him to stand. The two stood silently staring into each other’s eyes for a few minutes until Raven wrapped her arms around Negan’s neck to pull him down for a kiss.

“You’re overdressed” Raven remarks after breaking the kiss.

“Guess I am” Negan flashes her a dimpled smirk.

With an eagerness, Raven makes herself comfortable upon the bed as she watched Negan remove his clothing.

“You liking the show?” Negan snickers out at Raven clapping her hands when he had removed his pants.

“Been awhile since I’ve had a strip show, so yeah, I’m enjoying myself” Raven giggled.

“Lil minx...” Negan growled, making his way onto the bed.

Raven’s giggles are instantly cut short when Negan grips hold of her legs, dragging her underneath his body with a strong tug.

*

This is you, this is me, this is all we need

Is it true? My faith is shaken, but I still believe

This is you, this is me, this is all we need

So won’t you stay a while?

“She knew” Negan utters out into the quiet room.

Lifting her head from his chest, Raven furrows her brow in confusion.

“Lucille...” Negan answers her silent question.

“She knew about the strong bond you and I had. I think she knew it all along.”

“Knew what?”

“That we loved each other more than just being friends” Negan responds.

“I never gave any indication for her to think so” Raven murmurs apologetically at the thought of having hurt Lucille in anyway.

“Neither did I...” Negan faintly smiles, stroking her cheek lovingly.

“But she knew, and she knew we would never betray her in any way or form. That’s why she made me make that promise...”

“What promise?” Raven sets up in confusion.

“She wanted me to move on with my life after she died, wanted me to have a second chance at love... with you.”

“What...?” Raven stared at him open mouthed.

“She was so pissed at me for not having gone to find you when the outbreak happened. Said I was blowing my second chance at happiness.”

“It would only be Lucille to be mad at you for that...” Raven giggled shaking her head at the thought.

“That what I loved about her most” Negan nodded, laughing as well.

“I loved her for that too” Raven smiled in agreement.

“She was always the reasonable one between the three of us.”

“The wises too it seems” Negan chuckled in agreement.

“In some way I feel like she’s behind me finding you again. She guided us back to each other.”

“I think so too” Raven smiled at him.

Negan smiles in response, gently brushing the hair out of her face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Negan” Raven smiled back at him.

“We never got to dinner” Raven giggled staring at the table that had been laid out in the center of the room.

Tipping down, Negan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Sleep baby, it’s fine, tomorrow’s another day.”

*

Stay a while (Hold me while you wait)

Stay a while (Hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while?...

“Lucy Smith, get your butt in this house this instant!” Raven yelled at her six-year-old daughter.

“But Mama...” the little girl groaned in displeasure at her mother’s orders.

Raven shoots her a silent warning, and finally the little girl departs from her friends to make her way over.

“Did you teach your little brother a swear word?” Raven enquires.

Folding her arms behind her back, Lucy innocently rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“And what word would that be Mama...?”

“Don’t be a smartass” Raven scolds her.

“Who’s swearing now...?” Lucy innocently scoffs at her mother’s words.

“Says the one that taught her three-year-old brother the word ‘fuck-face’...?”

“I leant it from Papa...” Lucy shrugs with an innocent grin.

“I warned your father about that” Raven frowns in displeasure.

“Warned me about what?” a raspy voice boomed through the living-room.

“Your ‘sweet angel’ of a daughter taught our three-year-old a swear word” Raven turned around to shoot daggers at her husband.

“No shit...?” Negan remarks with a shit-eating grin.

“What word?”

“Negan!” Raven gasps out in annoyance.

“Sorry baby...” Negan grins sheepishly at her.

“Fuck-face” Lucy answers nonchalantly.

“Oh, that’s a good one” Negan giggles at his daughter’s remark.

“I give up!” Raven sighs, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Aw... c’mon Mama... don’t be like that...” Negan stalks her with an apologetic smirk.

“I know the dead walks the earth, but I would still like our children to have some manners” Raven pouts in displeasure.

“They have half my DNA...” Negan wraps his arms around her with a chuckle.

“What did you expect?”

“That my half would provide them with manners” Raven grumbles.

“Sorry baby...” Negan flashes her a sheepish grin.

“Can’t stay mad at you now, can I?” Raven mumbles staring deep into his eyes.

“Nope” Negan snickers, tipping down to capture her lips in a kiss.

“Love you...”

“Love you too” Raven responds breathlessly.

“I love you both!” a voice suddenly pipes in.

Remembering the presence of their daughter, Negan and Raven both chuckles out at her remark as Negan picked her up into his arms.

“We love you too, baby-girl" Raven and Negan smiles, each pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Raven couldn’t be happier with the way things had worked out; she had managed to bring the communities together, managed to stop Negan’s tyrant behavior, and managed to build a stronger, better Sanctuary along with him.

Negan and she had two beautiful children together, and together they would watch them grow to become remarkable beings in the new world their parents had built for them.

It seemed that Lucille had been right all along; Negan and Raven were meant for each other and because of her, they got a second chance at love.

[misspearly1]

When Two Worlds Collide Series

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Arthur Morgan 

Chapter Three: The Lady They Both Want

WC: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Joel’s POV & Readers POV. This is more of a filler chapter. Mentions of female masturbation. The guys are getting along now and they’re both very interested in their female companion. Friends to Lovers. Eventual Smut. Love Triangle. Alternative TLOU & RDR2 Universe. Mentions of guns. Light amount of jealousy. Bounty Hunting. (And the usual outlaw stuff).

AN: Ahhh! I really enjoyed writing about Joel and Arthur getting along here. They’re finding common ground now at last. The next chapter will be the kinktober fic, so lookout for the reblog tomorrow! Hope you enjoy the read, thank you.

People sometimes forget the value of the little things in their life. It happens, and it’s ok to forget from time to time, but Joel really forgot about those little things, and it really never occurred to him before just how easy everything was back home. It never occurred to him just how hard it would actually be to adapt in a world where someone like Arthur Morgan thrives. 

It’s a different way of life here, and it was most shocking to the man to realize all of those little things that he so dearly misses were a luxury. For example, there are no cars here in this otherworldly dimension. They have been invented, but they’re so incredibly rare that Joel is yet to see one driving around, and he doesn’t particularly favour traveling everywhere he needs to go via horseback.

At least it’s better than walking though, he thought while sitting atop his horse. 

It took a hot minute for Joel to get used to the saddle again after it had been a shameful amount of time since he went riding. It was a struggle in the beginning, but he eventually got the hang of it again and now he rides like it was as easy as breathing.

When he was just a young boy, he used to visit his grandpa's ranch and his parents taught him how to ride a couple years after he learned how to walk, so he felt lucky and thankful for even remembering how to ride a horse, otherwise he would’ve had a much harder time getting around with Arthur as they work day in and day out thieving from undeseving rick folk. 

That’s another thing Joel didn’t think would be so hard: trying to earn a living. It’s a hell of a lot more difficult gathering money here, and it makes him realize that much more about how easy his life was back home. Of course, he had his fair share of difficulties much like everyone else does and there were a few bumps in the road that he didn’t think he’d be able to overcome, but generally speaking, his life was pretty good compared to most. 

The man thinks about all of the good things he once had, and took advantage of, whilst waiting for Arthur around the outside of his campsite. He watched from afar as the members of the Van Der Linde Gang went about their usual daily business and made the most of everything they did have. Albeit, it wasn’t much and they weren’t living an easy going or unproblematic life, but they had each other and their loyalty was unlike he’s ever seen before.

Arthur’s gang didn’t need a roof over their head. They lived freely and comfortably off the land. They were one big happy family without that blood related bond and Joel can understand that. He, too, has friends that are like brothers to him. They would take him in without hesitation and put clothes on his back and food in his stomach should he ever fall on hard times and need the help. 

Having said that though, he feels a strong pang of sadness in his gut just thinking about his friends and how they’ll probably be searching the whole of Austin, Texas after his sudden disappearance. He can’t even bring himself to think about his little brother as the pain is too much to handle. Tommy will be worried sick and heart-broken, probably beating himself up over the possibility of never seeing his big brother again. And his parents would be even worse.

This is, undoubtedly, what Joel struggles with the most: trying not to miss his family so much that it makes him depressed. He couldn’t afford to spend too much time thinking about all of those scary what ifs. He had to remain calm and cool-headed. Not only for himself, but for you too. 

It’s been almost two weeks now in this otherworldly dimension, and yet there’s still no answers on finding a way back home. Arthur did send a letter off to that man who talks like he’s from the future, but it’s just a matter of waiting until he hears back from him.

While Joel has been putting on a ‘brave face’ and trying to stay positive and hopeful for your sake, he has found some form of comfort and release by working alongside the cowboy. You were right about taking a chance on trusting him. He’s been nothing but generous and helpful ever since that day by the pond, even though Joel is almost certain that Arthur is only helping out because he’s attracted to you. But that doesn’t really matter though. It shouldn’t matter. 

What’s most important is making sure you’re safe until he finds a way to get home. Then, and only then, will he ease up a little on being so overprotective over you. He can’t help but feel that responsibility to take care of you and provide everything you want or need. It’s his fault you’re even here to begin with and it’s become his duty to fix everything and make it right again. The man knows how hard this has been on you. He sees you lose a little hope every day that you're stuck here, and although he knows you don’t hate him, or blame him for all of this happening either, he feels responsible. 

Despite the fact Joel didn’t really like how much Arthur was attracted to you at first, because there is a fear he’ll take you away from him, he can’t deny that the cowboys presence has helped lift your spirits. You’ve slowly but gradually become less frustrated and anxious about this whole situation. It’s become a little easier for you to cope. You’re still worried, of course you are, but you’ve not been so emotionally overwhelmed and swallowed up by the fear of never finding a way home.

To put it simply, you’re becoming the very thing that Joel was trying to be for you, which is cool, calm and collected while providing help wherever and however you can. You can’t deal with the emotional guilt around robbing folk, and he understands why, so he and Arthur take care of that sort of stuff instead. Besides, he prefers it that way anyways. It’s much easier for him to know you’re safe and secure back at camp instead of being out here doing the sort of things he and Arthur do.

So that’s what you have been doing this last week; keeping busy and making yourself useful with setting up the temporary campsite every day. The location near the pond is long forgotten about now. It was moved to a much safer and more discreet location yesterday morning and it will probably stay there for a few days before moving again.

The campsite is set up along the shoreline of Flat Iron Lake, just beneath a couple trees hanging over the embankment to provide some cover and it’s also just a short ride away from the Van Der Linde’s hideout in Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur chose that spot to stay close in case of emergencies. His gang doesn’t know about Joel and you, but Hosea Matthews does.

Joel has met with Mr. Matthews twice now, and you’ve had the pleasure of his company more than that. He’s a kind old man, wise spoken and open minded to the bizarre occurrence of falling into a different dimension. Hosea has even pitched in to help out too. He’s been finding jobs to ear some cash and set up a connection with someone in Rhodes who regularly hands out tips for stagecoaches to hold up. That’s what Arthur is busy with right now as a matter of fact. He’s chatting with Hosea in camp and gathering a couple more jobs to be completed for the day before meeting up with Joel. 

Putting his binoculars away when noticing Arthur leaving Horseshoe Overlook, Joel sat on the saddle of his horse and waited patiently for the man's return. They’ve amassed a comfortable amount of money in the last week, but there needs to be a constant flow of cash coming in to supply everything the camp needs. You have plenty of clothes and a copious amount of food now, but there’s only two tents, one bedroll and one blanket. And you don’t have a horse yet either. 

Joel, as well as Arthur, want you to be prepared and ready for every possible scenario, therefore you need guns and ammunition kept in camp, and you need to learn how to use them too. That’s the next order of business; getting you a horse then teaching you how to use a gun, but first, he needs more money to do that.

And since Arthur approached with a hopeful look on his face, Joel assumed there was a handsome amount of money to be earned today, which means they’re going to be busy. “You look very happy.” He pointed out that shit eating grin on Arthur’s face, then jerked his chin outwards in question. “What do we have on the list today?” 

“Take a look for ya self.” He replied. Handing the list over then reaching into his satchel for a pack of cigarettes, Joel scanned the piece of paper and nodded approvingly. He was right to assume there’s a lot of work to do. The list was bigger than the last and it looks like they have a long day ahead of them.

First up was heading into town and collecting all of the bounties from the sheriff, which was four suspects in total and they were worth two thousand dollars all together. Next on the list were two stagecoaches with the time and location of their travels. One of them will be passing through Strawberry this afternoon, and the other will be passing through a place called Tall Trees in the middle of the night. Then, the last couple jobs on the list were buried treasures and where to find them. 

“Hm. This is nice.” Joel nods again and folds the piece of paper before handing it back over to Arthur – who then held out a half smoked cigarette for him to take. Joel accepted the offer and brought the butt of the object to his lips, sucking on the thing a couple times to take the edge off his nerves. He doesn’t smoke regularly. It’s never really been his thing, but he’d indulge with the occasional cigarette here or there whenever he’d be stressed with life and work back home. And since he’s been feeling extra stressed-out these last couple of weeks, he’s smoked more than he usually ever does.

“Thanks.” He muttered. “And make sure to pass my thanks onto Hosea too. I appreciate all the help.” 

“Ah, there’s no need.” Arthur shook his head, waving him off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Hosea already knows you and Y/N are thankful. Old man’s just happy to help.” He took the cigarette back from Joel and puffed on the thing a couple times before flicking it into the grass. “We ready, big boy? I wanna get a chunk of this done before this afternoon. Maybe check on Y/N before heading over to West Elizabeth if there’s time.” 

“Ready.” Joel grunted and rolled his eyes over the pet name. Readjusting his position on the saddle to better suit his comfort, he commanded his horse and started heading east. “Let’s go, sunshine.” He called out casually and stifled a smile upon hearing the man chuckling behind him. 

Joel didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed the cowboys company just as much as you have. He’s a little rough around the edges and they got off to a bad start with each other, but he’s got a sarcastic sense of humour that Joel likes no matter how much he tries to deny it on the inside. They argue and bicker quite a lot, but they also work well together and get the job done without issue. 

The only real underlying issue between them is that you’re the lady they both want.

Much later that day along the Dakota River, Arthur stood by his horse and watched the show unfold as Joel tackled a female suspect to the ground. He tied her hands and feet together behind her back as she tried with all her might to resist, and the man found it rather amusing. She’s a real nasty piece of work who deserved it anyway after kicking him right between the legs earlier. 

“Make sure those ropes are tight.” He instructed acidly, still bitter over the fact his balls were aching. “I don’t fancy another run around trying to catch her.” 

“You couldn’t fucking catch me, ya slow sack of shit.” The suspect – Darla – replied, making Joel chuckle with the use of her insult toward Arthur. He found it funny that she, too, called him a sack of shit just like he does. But he did as the cowboy instructed and made sure the binds around her ankles and wrists were tightly secured. He didn’t fancy another run around either.

Darla is the last of the bounties and she’s been the worst one out of them all. Arthur was kicked between the legs, and Joel’s face was clawed by her hands. “Why don’t you let me go? I’ll show you a better use for those ropes.” She tried to bargain for freedom, but to no avail. 

“Christ almighty. Will yer just be quiet.” Joel sighed heavily, tiredly, then yanked her up off the floor before carrying her over his shoulder. He walked towards his horse and stowed the woman on the back, securing her tightly with some more rope to make sure she couldn’t escape. They’ve learned their lesson once by underestimating her, and they shan’t make the same mistake again. After she was dealt with however, he turned to face Arthur and asked: “Enjoying the show, asswipe? Could’ve helped me out back there.” 

“C’mon now.” Arthur winced while readjusting himself then mounted his saddle with a painful groan. “I assume ya got a pair of balls, right? You know how much that shit hurts.” He gave an unwanted explanation as to why he didn’t help chase after Darla. He was too busy laying on the ground, heaving with pain while Joel hunted her down instead. “Besides, she’s the last one and we got some time to waste before heading over to West Elizabeth, so keep ya hair on and cut me some slack, big boy.” 

“Big boy!” Darla squawked and burst into a fit of laughter, the sound annoying Arthur so much that reached over and yanked on her binds. “Shut the hell up, woman.” He warned, only it didn’t work. She didn’t stay quiet and proceeded to insult the men all the way back to Valentine. They were quickly pissed off by her remarks about their friendship and the use of their pet names for each other, but once they made it to the sheriff's office and handed her over, they savoured every minute of silence on their ride towards camp on the shores of Flat Iron Lake. It was just after midday now and they were not only hungry for food, but hungry for your attention too. 

Approaching camp with a smile on their faces, both Joel and Arthur felt proud of you leaping into action as you assumed they were trouble. You went for the gun and savings box, but relaxed quickly after realizing there was no threat. “Hey.” You waved, but furrowed your brows with concern when seeing Joel’s face. “Oh my…” You sighed then moved towards him and reached out to cup his face with your hands. “What the hell happened?” 

“Just a scratch, darlin’.” He shook his head, assuring you that it was nothing to worry about, but you didn’t take your hands away from his face and he began to lean into your touch as you dragged the pad of your fingers over his cheek. It felt so comforting. Your hands were soft and delicate, but beside you though, Arthur cleared his throat and tore your attention from him. 

You pulled your hands away and spoke to the man, asking him if he was okay and Joel bit his tongue as Arthur explained what happened and didn’t leave out the details about how he was kicked in the balls either. “Oh, you poor thing.” You sympathized. “C’mon. You should rest a while and eat before getting back to work.”

To Joel’s surprise and delight, you turned back to face him and held his hand, pulling him toward the campfire to sit down on the sandy shores around the lake. You grabbed a little first aid kit and opened it up, instructing Arthur to take a seat and relax. “Let me fix lunch for you both, but first I gotta take care of this-” you gesture to the scratch on Joel’s face. “-Don’t want you to catch an infection.” 

Leaning back onto the palms of his hands while you attended to his minor wounds, Joel saw the expression on Arthur’s face in the corner of his eyes and struggled to hide his smile. It spoke of envy and desire, as if he were wishing he had a couple wounds you could attend to.

While you cleaned his face and your fingers dabbed his skin gingerly with a featherlight touch, Joel couldn’t help feel so free and easy, his shoulders slumping with a heavy exhale as he closed his eyes to revel in your attention. He’s been so starved of your company ever since Arthur came along, and as selfish as it sounds, he has missed having you all to himself. 

“You look exhausted, Joel.” You point out and rest a hand on his chest, his eyes opening to look at you. “Why don’t you eat something then rest for a while. D’you think you’ll have time to?” You asked, to which Arthur replied instead. “Plenty of time, Miss Y/L/N. We don’t have to leave for another hour or so. But we’ll be back really late tonight.” 

You turn to face Arthur and don’t see the way Joel glared at him. “Well that settles it. Both of you eat up then lay down-” he smiled with that, feeling a sliver of victory that Arthur wouldn’t have you all to himself either. “-I’ll keep a look out while each of you rest in the tents. Arthur, you’ll have to get your bedroll off your horse. We don’t have another one unfortunately.” 

“Naw, it’s alright.” He shook his head and lay down on his back, resting his hands behind his head before closing his eyes. “I can sleep anywhere. It’s no problem.” You turn back to face Joel now and smile, watching the irises of his eyes expand the longer he looks at you. He smiled as well, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped to your lips either. It was quick, but you caught it and started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “You uhh… You hungry?” You asked bashfully, and he only nodded in reply, his eyes slowly blinking with tiredness… or with something else. 

Moving towards the fire and scooping out some of the stew into a bowl, you also asked Arthur if he would like any, but he politely declined and closed his eyes again, opting to get a little more sleep instead. You moved back to sit beside Joel and handed the bowl over. “It’s hot. Be careful.” You said in a whisper, keeping your voice low so you don’t disturb Arthur or the peaceful silence that had fallen over camp.

Joel had the opportunity right here, right now, to have you all to himself, but you were right. He is exhausted and he does need some sleep for the long day that awaits him. The list isn’t even halfway done and he wants to have a day off tomorrow to spend some quality time with you. 

After eating every last bite that you scooped into the bowl for him, you took the dish and put it to one side before grabbing a pillow. “Rest up, Joel.” You urge him to lay back and place the pillow beneath his head. “I’m not going anywhere and I’ll keep watch.” You reassured as he closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth of his hand resting on the small of your back. 

He didn’t take his hand away, not even after he had fallen asleep and light snores left his lips. It’s like he just wanted to feel that you were beside him; to know that you won’t leave. That’s why you assured you wouldn’t be going anywhere. You’ve spent multiple nights in the tent with Joel before getting a second one for yourself, and during that time you slept together, he would always be so close and feel that you were safely resting beside him. He must be a physically touch kind of guy, and you don’t mind that at all in the slightest.  

Although you felt a little weird to stare for so long, you felt confident that he wouldn’t mind you watching over him attentively. You’ve missed gazing at him while he sleeps. It’s been nothing but a pleasure to have Arthur around, and you really like the man, but you’ve not given Joel the attention you once used to give. He needs it; needs your comfort like he would comfort you during your meltdown. It’s obvious that he’s missing his family, his pets and his friends back home, and you worry for his mental wellbeing because he’s quite clearly trying his darn hardest to keep you safe and happy. 

Later when the time came around to wake the men, you decided to wake Arthur first and offered him some food. He accepted this time and thanked you for the bowl of stew. He, just like Joel, ate every last bite and you took the dish away to be washed. Once you were finished cleaning up however, he approached with an offer that piqued your interest. “Would ya like to learn how to shoot a gun tomorrow? Me an’ Joel will teach you.” 

“Oh yes. That would be really useful.” You nod eagerly, not because you want to learn how to shoot someone, but because you want to learn how to properly use the firearm should you ever need to defend yourself. You can wave the gun around and pretend to be serious about using it on an attacker, but if push comes to shove, you’d miss every shot and very quickly become defenceless.

Arthur is an outlaw. He sure knows his way around a gun, and Joel would regularly visit the firing range with his brother on the weekends. He knows his way around a gun too. But you, on the other hand, do not know how to use a firearm or how to aim with precision. 

“Here.” Arthur moved towards you and pulled out one of the guns from the holsters on his belt. “I’ll give ya one quick lesson right now. First thing you’re gonna do is take a firm stance and plant yer feet in the ground. Like this–” he  showed you first before moving to stand behind you, correcting your position by pushing your feet apart with his boot. “That’s much better. Keep ya feet parallel to your shoulders,” he instructed with professionalism, then stood closer and brought his arms around you to place the gun in your hands. 

You felt your heart skip a beat when he stepped closer, the proximity between you and the man was so small that you could feel his chest mere inches away from your back. It was a breath-taking move that sent a signal straight to your heat naturally with the presence of a big strong burly man so close to you like this. You could feel his breath rolling down your neck as he sighed heavily. “There you go, just like that.” He kept his hands hovering beneath your elbows, re-adjusting your arm ever so slightly to better your aim, only you couldn’t concentrate after hearing him praise you in that thick southern drawl. 

Perhaps the real reason you trusted Arthur so easily is because he’s just like Joel in so many ways. Not only do they work similarly with drive and focus, or share the same sarcastic humorous nature, but their voices are deep and rough, yet equally soft like honey and it always reels in your attention in the very best way.

You gripped the gun with both hands and held your breath with anticipation as Arthur leaned in a little closer to place his hands atop of yours, helping you keep the gun nice and straight. “I think you’ll do just fine tomorrow.” He said earnestly. “I bet you’ll surprise yourself. You got the stance nailed down, sweetheart.” 

“Thanks, Arthur.” You replied gratefully. “I appreciate your vote of confidence, but I don’t know. I’ve never fired a gun before and I think the kickback will probably surprise me the most.” 

“A smaller gun would be better.” Said Joel, the sound of his voice startling as you quickly tilt your head to look at him. He stood with his arms above his head and stretched out his muscles, but his shirt riding up his body a little made your eyes drop to look at the revealed skin. You rolled your lips together and stifled a moan at the trail of hair beneath his belly button. It disappeared into his pants, which were hanging so low on his hips right now that you could see his v-lines and a glimpse of the curled hair above his mound. 

Quickly turning away with fear that he would catch you staring and call it out, you don’t really think Joel would mind all that much, but to save yourself the embarrassment of practically stealing a glance and drooling over what you could see, you turned away before he noticed.

Now that you were feeling aroused and hot with passion, you couldn’t even get back to what you were originally doing and lowered the weapon. “A smaller gun would be better.” You agreed with Joel and handed the weapon back over to Arthur. “We’ll pick this up again tomorrow.” 

There was a smile on Arthur's face that spoke of mischief and perversity as he drawled in a flirtatious way. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” He winked at you, the gesture making you choke on the moan in the back of your throat before you quickly turned away and busied yourself with something. You needed a distraction, and a moment in privacy to relieve the palpable ache between your legs. Joel and Arthur were both turning you on, and it was driving you feral. It's been a while since you pleasured yourself and the need for relief is growing exponentially.  

Once the men had got themselves prepared and ready for the workload ahead, they each said their goodbyes in their own sexy and adorable ways before leaving camp with a promise to be back after midnight. As soon as they were out of sight, you ran straight to your tent and buried your hands between your legs, mewling softly into your pillow with the wishful dreams of feeling their hands working you open instead. 

However, as soon as Arthur had a moment alone with Joel, he turned to face the man with that same mischievous and perverted smile on his lips then revealed a little secret. “That woman is head over heels for you friend, and you don’t even see it.” 

“No she’s not.” Joel retorted quickly, denying what he yearned for so badly every night. “Y/N and I are just friends. She doesn’t like me like that and besides, it’s you who she’s head over heels for and you’re the one who doesn’t see it.” He said with a slither of spite in his tone. 

“You think so?” Arthur questioned optimistically, to which Joel looked into his eyes and nodded with deject. He truly believed that you were head over heels for the cowboy, and not him, but Arthur persisted. “Well, maybe we both can’t see it, then. Maybe it’s because we don’t believe a lady like Y/N could even feel such a way about us, but I’m telling ya. She likes you. Didn’t you see the way she was looking at ya back there?” 

“And I’m telling you the same thing.” Joel persisted as well. “She likes you. Didn’t you see the look on her face when you winked and called her sweetheart?” 

With sudden realization striking the men simultaneously, they each slowed their horses down to a complete stop and turned to look at each other with disbelief etched on their faces. “Y/N likes the both of us?” They asked in unison, hopeful that it was true. They both wanted you. That’s a fact. But the thought of sharing you and that beautiful attention you give them didn’t cross their minds. 

Until now.

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[wendytestabrat]

why family guy needs to shorten its seasons

ok so i just saw how s22 of family guy is gonna wrap up with only 15 episodes (this season was terrible, but i digress) i hope it stays that way because i think a BIG reason why family guy has gone downhill is bc the writers and staff are burnt out af with the huge episode load rather than it being a lack of talent. like ya’ll be shitting on modern family guy for being bad but then praise modern south park, well in all fairness matt & trey are only making 6 episodes a season now while the family guy writers make like 20 so i don’t think it’s rlly a fair comparison LOL. plus the family guy episodes take longer to make too bc of the animation, they take up to 9 months to a year while matt & trey make the south park episodes within 6 days. so yeah i’ve been wanting family guy to make shorter seasons FOREVER bc i feel like the show would benefit A LOT from making quality over quantity. it’s been hard for me to keep up with family guy episodes these days with how many bad episodes they keep pumping out. it makes it hard to dig and find which ones are actually good and worth watching lol. (which i’m on a mission rn to torture myself with a bunch of modern family guy to find those episodes bc i’m such a martyr like that, i’ll link the blog i did a while back on the top 10 modern episodes below) bc yeah family guy still comes out with good episodes and funny jokes every now and then which shows the writers are talented and do know how to make magic if they rlly try lol. (and i still think modern family guy is wayyyy better than a lot of shows these days) so i think the show just needs to make less episodes that are higher quality than 57382992 bad episodes. i mean literally every other popular adult cartoon these days has shorter seasons too. south park has 6 episodes a season, rick & morty has 10, bojack horseman has 12, even the latest futurama season only had 10 episodes lol, so yeah i think that’s what family guy needs to do too to keep up with the popularity of those shows and become the cool kid on the block again like it once was. (bc yeah back in the day family guy was like the most popular adult cartoon on tv and i feel like it deserves to become that again and has the potential to as well) ik family guy always had long af seasons but it worked in the past when the show was actually good and every single one was a masterpiece. that was something i appreciated abt family guy back then was how we were getting WAYY more consistently good episodes than south park (bc south park seasons have always been shorter than family guy seasons). anyway i hate it when people complain about the south park seasons getting shorter like ya’ll are dumb u do realize matt & trey are old af and burnt out right? LOL stop pressuring two dudes in their 50s who are close to the age of retirement to pump out 473892923 cartoon episodes. i feel like if south park had longer seasons the show could’ve gone downhill as badly as family guy did (and we did see the show getting pretty bad in seasons 20-23 before they shortened the seasons even more) so lets be grateful matt & trey are doing what they need to do to keep the show running and going strong still. anyway here is the list i did on the top 10 best modern family guy episodes a while back if u haven’t seen it.

this video is based bc they put “send in stewie please” at #1 too. people don’t appreciate how much of a masterpiece that episode is lol

[yonemurishiroku]

oooh now im intrigued… what part about percy’s character / actions did you not like? (in response to a previous ask you got)

i never really found anything that i disliked in percy but i did read the books a lot younger than i am now so i def didnt pick up on a lot of things

Hi isa! Before I say anything dumb, I just want you to know that I love you with everything in me and the fact that I left your ask in the mailbox for 7 months and a half does not negate that. I'm an awful terrible human being but my love is real. 🥺🥺

Ok. So. Obviously, I'm trying to justify myself here but like I've spent half a year marinating on this and seriously? this is really hard to tell. Not because I'm scared or anything, but more like I don't know how to word it the right way, and I fear I'd just dig myself a hole (ok, I'm scared).

If you're asking me, what part of Percy's character/actions I didn't like?, well the first and foremost would obviously be that time he strangled Nico. For the obvious reason.

Now, before anyone decides to come up to me with a Percy-defending speech, I'm NOT saying Percy's in the wrong (Well actually yes. They are BOTH wrong and they're BOTH justified - if you were to ask me, but that's another can of worms I don't want to open).

Percy did nothing wrong - no, he didn't - but I just so happen to love Nico di Angelo more than myself. And what Percy did that time displeased me - isa pls understand he hurt my blorbo 😭- of course I wouldn't think highly of him.

And that time Jason thought badly of Nico from hearing Percy's words.

And the fact that he's the reason Nico antagonized himself - which is TOTALLY NOT Percy's fault, I know - but I'm subjective.

(And that time in the birthday message board (wtf Percy?) - but that's new, so we'll just leave it there)

It's all there is about this, actually. The reason I dislike Percy is: I'm subjective, selfish, unreasonable, and hopelessly blinded when it comes to my love for the blorbos - in this case, Nico (and Luke, in some cases...). Did Percy do anything wrong? Debatable. But because Nico is my beloved son, so when it comes down to either Nico or Percy, I would always take Nico's side.

It's more like... a series of actions accumulated throughout the books that brought me to this point of prejudice, I guess... I've forgotten most of them, tbh, it's been a while, so I can hardly come up with specific details that spiked my disinterest. Just little things, I'm sure - but when all is said and done, he's the first character I just know I might as well stay away should I want to preserve my interest in the books themselves.

I'm sorry if this answer doesn't satisfy you, but this is all the coherent thoughts I can form about this... 😭

Another main reason why I can't bring myself to love Percy is, well technically not even his fault.

I don't like his perfection.

No, Percy isn't perfect. I'm talking about how Rick and the fandom tend to... perfect him?

As in: he's too OP. He's the protagonist, of course he's OP. And that's why I usually don't like protagonists. They're too perfect. Everything they do is right. They're praised and loved. Their sufferings were rewarded by glory and adoration. The fandom worships them. They are the best just because they happen to be in the spotlight.

It's like... a cage to me, I think? I prefer the conflictions, the paradox in which I'm free to expand my thoughts in various ways (again, Luke. and Octavian and Jason, for that matter). Percy is too much of a protagonist for me.

Besides, the fandom already loves Percy enough as it is, there's no harm if I don't, right? Is it jealousy? I honestly don't know. I just feel like I should be able to dislike someone just because I feel like it. I'm a creature of love and spite. I can hate just as easily as I love. It's not his fault, still there's no difference.

(Just in case you're wondering, But you do ship Percico? Yes, in fact, I don't hate the ship that much LOL. Pls don't ask why bc I don't know either... There're many times I enjoy Percy's humor, too!! And frankly? I don't know how you can categorize this, but the fact that I have a bunch of Break-Up fics planning to write and none of them is happy should say a lot about my taste for Percico in particular...)

That is to say, I try my best to be respectful when it comes to public fandom space. You would hardly see me badmouth Percy - or any character for that matter - because I tend to stay away from those for whom my tolerance is low. I'd hate it if I have to stir the pot, since I know there're people who love Percy more than themselves, too. There's no need to spoil others' fun.

Please, do understand that I'm NOT saying this to fault you for loving Percy. I'm saying this because I'm selfish, and my selfishness should only be mine to deal with, and that's absolutely NOT your fault nor Percy's fault for being disliked by someone petty like me.

With all due respect, cherish him. Love him the way I have come to love Nico. Because at the end of the day, they're not even real. We're all free to love and free to hate. Let us enjoy what we like best.

(and I'd always love you dear!!!)

[pensat-i-fet]

The Journalist's Footballer- Chapter One (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 1068

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1243021254-the-journalist%27s-footballer-ii-ruben-dias-chapter

Rúben

“Hey mate, why are you still wearing the team’s clothes? Are you staying at the gym again?”, I hear John ask me when he comes to pick up his bag.

“No, I have to do an interview before leaving”.

“Great fun”, he laughs. “Last time I did one I had to listen to the same dude that we got on our last interview together. He almost put me to sleep”.

“God, I hope it’s someone different”, I say, remembering the interview he’s talking about.

“So, you going out today with that girl you told me about?”, he asks, reminding me of my plans for today. 

“Yes”, I say with a smirk.

“What was her name again?”

“Maria. She’s Portuguese too”, I remind him.

“Yes, and she’s really hot. Lucky you, enjoying the single life with your hot models”.

We both laugh at that. 

“But before that, I gotta go to this interview. See you tomorrow, mate!”, I tell John before I start to make my way to the media area.

“Bye, bro. Have fun tonight!”

“Oh, Rúben. There you are!”, I hear our media boss, Tom, say.

“Am I late?”, I ask looking at my watch. Not late, I’m actually 5 minutes early.

“No, you’re on time. She is just really early and getting bored of waiting, I guess”, he laughs.

“She?”

“The journalist who is interviewing you today. I’ll take you to her. She’s really nice, you’ll like her”.

“Christina”, Tom says, “he’s finally here”.

That makes the journalist, Christina, turn around to face us. I offer her my hand as a hello, but I barely notice her handshake because I’m too focused on looking at how gorgeous she is. Yeah, she’s definitely not one of those boring dudes we get on most of our interviews.

I realise she’s looking at me waiting for me to say something, so I let go of her hand and introduce myself.

“Can you please sit there so we can start the interview in a couple of minutes?”, she asks me. Her smile is gorgeous too. I’ll have to try hard to concentrate on her questions and not just on how pretty she is.

“Of course. Um…how is the interview going to be? Anything I should know?”

“Nothing strange. I’ll ask you about football and then, if we have time, I’ll ask you a couple of questions our viewers sent for you. We try to aim for 20-minute videos so we’ll see how it goes. Is that ok?”

“Perfect!”, I tell her, giving her a big smile that she returns. 

“Ok, you ready?”, she asks the cameraman. “Perfect. Hello everyone! Welcome to another video. Today I’m very happy to be in the company of one of the best players in the league, Portugal and Man City’s defender, Rúben Dias. Hello Ruben, How are you?”

“I’m very good”, I answer. “How are you?”

“Happy to be here with you today”, you and me both, then. “So, let’s start by talking about your time at City, you’ve been here for two years now. What are the expectations for this third season…”

Christina

The interview with Rúben flows really well. He’s super articulate and actually answers the questions properly. If all footballers did the same, my job would be a lot easier. 

Him being so ridiculously handsome doesn’t make the job easier, though. I have to check myself all the time, to make sure I’m not drooling. And he seems really nice too. Ugh, the one time I find a guy who can do both, it’s a footballer I have zero chances with.

“Amazing. Well, this brings us to the end of the interview. Thank you so much for your time and your great answers, Rúben. I’m sure the viewers will love them”.

“No worries”, he says.

“And thank you so much to all of you watching”, I say to the camera. “I hope you enjoy the video. Don’t forget to give it a thumbs up if you liked it, and I’ll see you on the next one”.

“Perfect”, says Rick, my cameraman. “I’ll send this to the team to edit. Great job as always, Chris”.

“Thanks, Rick. Have a good rest of your day!”

When I turn, I’m surprised to see Rúben there. Most players just say a quick bye and run away once the interview is over.

“That was a great interview”, he says, offering his hand so I can shake it.

“Thanks. It’s one of my favourites I’ve done. You’re a natural”, I say, laughing. He really is good in front of the camera.

“Which TV channel is this for?”

“This isn’t for tv. It’s for a fairly small youtube channel where we talk about football. It’s just a bunch of people like me, fresh out of Uni and trying to make it”, I laugh. “Wait, would you mind taking a photo with me?”

“Not at all. Are you a City fan?”, he asks me.

“Oh, no. I’m not actually, I support Spurs. It’s just so we can put it on our social media to promote the interview. If that’s ok with you, of course”.

“Sure”.

We then stand next to each other to take a quick selfie and I notice him putting his arm on my shoulder. The contact makes me stop for a second before I lift my phone to take the photo.

“Perfect. Thank you!”, I tell him, going to get my bags to leave. I need to catch my train soon if I don’t want to get back home really late.

“You leaving?”, he asks. Was he expecting me to stay here all day?

“Yeah, I’m going to the train station. I need to call an Uber, actually”, I say, getting my phone from my pocket.

“Don’t”, he says, making me turn to look at him.

“What?”

“I can drive you to the station if you want. It’s on my way home”, he says. But something in his tone feels odd.

“Oh no, you don’t need to worry”.

“I insist. Just let me grab my bag. We can do it on the way to my car”.

I bite my lip, thinking. Well, this job doesn’t exactly pay well. And rent in London is not cheap so saving the money for the Uber will actually make quite a difference.

“Ok then”, I say, smiling at him. “I’ll let you be my chauffeur for the day, Mr Dias”.