#thats why its put into its neat little pile in the side here

[photofi]

Since corrupted chosen is up for asks

Chosen how do you feel about Victim? And also the Dark lord?

" ..But,, hes not here... "

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Young Love: Peter Parker x gn!Reader

S.S: Most of these stories that I put on here are just my own imagination running wild so bare with me! Hope you guys like Peter Parker fluff!

Warnings: none really, extreme fluff andd some kissing, if thats a warning....

Word count: 1339

MASTERLIST

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Peter pulled me along, his hand gripping my own, as we entered the Stark Tower. He gently led me into one of the open elevators, pressing on of the hundreds of buttons on the wall lighting up the floor number. 

I had learned about his identity when we had begun dating when I had accused him of not wanting to spend time when he always switched plans up last minute. It was a little shocking but I adjusted quickly to the information. He spent many of his afternoons at the Tower upgrading and adjusting his suit and we would do our best to plan time for dates around time for him to upgrade his suit. Which usually worked, except today.

Peter had gotten a text during our final class from Mr. Stark asking him to stop by to upgrade his suit. Obviously he had to agree, meaning that our after school date would have to be pushed back. I insisted that  I would wait for him at the apartments but he decided against it and took me to Stark Tower with him.

“Good Afternoon Mr. Parker. Should I inform Mr. Stark that you are here?” the Scottish A.I., that Peter obsessed over consistently, asked.

“Uh, no thanks Friday.” He almost sounded anxious 

“Very well. I will keep your presence unannounced.”

“I thought you were here to work on your suit though? Won’t you need Mr. Stark’s help with that?” I ask quietly.

“I am. He doesn’t know the changes I've done to the tech so he won't be really helpful, just kinda nosey.” His hand reached behind his neck, “Plus he doesn't know about you, nobody does. And I know if they found out they’d poke and prod about it.” his hand rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh?”

“I just want to try and keep my private life out of my Avenging life. If that makes sense.” His nervousness radiates from him as he tries to explain.

“Here I was hoping I could meet the team.” I joke, placing my free hand on his arm. “I get it though. You don't want to put me into harm's way or whatever.” He nodded as the doors opened to a corridor with glass doors on each side. 

As we passed by the few doors, each led into large laboratory space. They were dark and empty minus a few scientific machines lining the back walls. We got to one of the last doors and Peter pushed it open, the lights illuminating the room at the movement, exposing the mess of the lab.

“You should really keep your workspace clean,” I state, examining the piles of papers, beakers sitting out stacked on top one another, and equations messily scribbled onto a clear board, as Peter continues to tug me along to a table that was a little less cluttered than the others.

“Ya, ya I know. ‘A clean space means a clear mind’” He quotes our Chemistry professor, with an almost perfect impression, as he shoved aside a stack of papers. “Whatever.” He sent me a smile before dropping his messenger bag to the floor and taking a seat on one of the stools.

I copied his actions, pulling a book from my pack before it settled on the floor, and sitting across from him. He pulled a tablet sitting next to a stack of miscellaneous things and tapped the screen that immediately projected a hologram image of his suit.

“Pretty neat huh? Mr. Stark has the best tech!” He said, once seeing my astonished look as I watched the hologram spin. 

Peter quickly got to work, his tongue stuck out and his brows furrowed in concentration. I smile, taking in the sight, before opening my book to the page I had left on.

After an hour or so of silence and reading, I closed my book, marking my page, and moved around the table next to Peter, hopping up to sit on the metal top. He looked up at me with his sweet honey brown eyes and smiled.

“Bored yet?” he asked, leaning against the back of the stool.

“Not in the least. I just wanted to get a better view of your cute face. The hologram was blocking my vision.” I flirt, causing his cheeks to flush pink.

“Well, I’m glad you did cause I couldn’t see you through the hologram either.” Now it was my turn to blush at the comment. He stood up, standing in front of me, his hands placed on either side of my hips, and gave me a tender kiss.

“The A.I. is called Friday right?” I ask, leaning back, my hands supporting against the table.

“Ya, why?”

“Can she play some music? It’s kinda quiet.” 

“Ya, she can. You like radio music?” I simply nod, anything but the silence would be fine.

“Friday, will you put on the radio?” Peter asked, directed towards the ceiling. ‘Chasing cars’ began filling the spacious room, resonating off the walls.

“This is such a good song,” I say quietly, closing my eyes and quietly humming to the melody, reminiscing on childhood. I reopen my eyes to see Peter watching me and smiling. “What? I like the music!” I exclaim with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t judging! I was just admiring,” he stated, his hand going up in surrender.

“Whatever Spider-boy. Finish up your tech so we can go have our date night.” I say leaning forwards and taking his shirt in my hands. I gently pulled him towards me giving him a gentle kiss.

“Alright fine!”  He said taking his seat with a lovesick smile. 

A few minutes passed and the sound of the door swinging open startled Peter from his concentration and tore my eyes from Peter. He turned around and he stood from his stool, and anxiousness radiated from him as Mr. Stark made his way to us.

“Mr. Tony- Iron Stark- Man.” he stuttered, moving towards me and clearing his throat. “Mr. Stark, what’re you doing down here?”

“I didn’t get a notification from Friday so I figured I’d come to check myself.” Mr. Stark moved closer to Peter, his arms crossed against his chest. “Who’s this?” His head gestured towards me still sitting on the lab table.

“This is, uh, they’re a friend. They uh they-” Peter tripped over his words. I hopped down from the metal top and reached my hand out.

“I’m Y/N, a friend of Peter’s. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. Sorry for intruding on your space.” he took my hand hesitantly looking me up and down.

“Are they here for a reason or just wanted someone with you?” Stark pointed at Peter, who was wringing his hands.

“I, uh, they, we had plans after class.” He admitted.

“Like what?” Mr. Stark prodded with a small smirk.

“Homework.” Peter squeaked. I had to cover my mouth, suppressing my laughter.

“Mhmm.” Mr. Stark hummed, eyeing Peter. “You suck at lying, kid.” 

Peter's eyes widened and his mouth opened like a fish. “No, I- no sir. I wouldn't lie to you.” he tried to cover, earning a small chuckle from me.

“Who are you?” Mr. Stark turned to me. I looked at Peter and his look of defeat crossed his face.

“Y/N L/N, Peter's partner,” I stated knowing the truth was going to come out one way or another.

“Well, that’s news,” Mr. Stark looked slightly astonished. His eyes analyzed me, deciding if I was right for his “son”. “When your done, the team is having a game night. Bring Y/N with you. I’m sure everyone would love to meet them.”

“We had plans,” Peter whispered as Mr. Stark started walking out of the room.

“Well, now you have more plans. I expect to see you both up there in like 20 minutes.” He sent a playful smile to the two of us as he exited the lab.

“So much for keeping your Avenging and personal life separate,” I said quietly watching Mr. Stark walk down the hallway.

“Ya no kidding.” 

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S.S: Tell me what you think! I hope its alright! Thanks for reading!! Feel free to message me with anything!

[ao731]

Ever since I was little, I’ve had trouble sleeping. At best I get 4 hours of sleep. And when I do get some REM sleep... my dreams are weird. I’m a believer that your dreams can tell you about yourself. But somethings...I think I’d rather not know.

I work in a hospital now. And as you would expect, its been stressful over the past year. Its caused me to have really intense stress dreams. With how absurd everything has been, sometimes when i wake up... i cant unravel what was real... what was a dream. Sometimes, I call out sick. Too disturbed.... just needeing a mental health day. So i figure i'll write it out here. Worst case, I get it off my chest. Best case, maybe someone can tell me what they think.

So last nights dream started in an apartment. Shaped like one i lived in as a kid. But with all the furniture and colors I’d enjoy as an adult. A pretty yellow kitchen table. A multi-colored rug. Big sailors chests and bigger sofa’s and beds. Cozy and lived in and warm. But I could feel it wasn't my apartment.I’d never been there. It felt so inviting and familiar but new and exciting. A place I wanted to be but hadn't had the chance before.

 I was invisible... sometimes this happens in my dreams. I'm watching from an audience perspective, but then it will switch to me being one of the "characters" of the dream. If I dont get to far into the dream. If its closer to one of those 4 hours of sleep days, then sometimes I can control it. 

So I’m invisible and I’m a man. I'm a bisexual cis-female irl but in my dreams I'm male sometimes. IDK why, I don't really stress my gender identity or sexuality much. Maybe I’m wrong about my labels but its w.e.. I dont try to change those things in my dreams. Sometimes I’m a woman, sometimes a man. Whats important is that usually in my dreams I’m fixing something. My waking life is always fixing something and it bleeds into the dreamscape. I realize that this is so unlike my usual dreams. There is no anxiety. No task. I’m just looking around this nice space and I’m at peace.

So I’m male this time and invisible. And I’m not the only one here. I realize there a man in the kitchen. I know him and I’m so happy to see him. I start watching my "boyfriend." But I don't have a boyfriend IRL. When I wake up later I will realize he looks like Kieran Culkin from Scott Pilgrim. I’ll find it strange bc I’ve never had a crush on him. Barely ever seen him. The last time I saw Scott Pilgrim, I was crashing at my sisters house. Nursing a New Year Hangover. We had drank wine and I hadnt had to fix a thing. Rare peace. When I’m awake I will think maybe that peaceful hungover feeling had something to do with it. That space of clinging onto a night of tingling skin and loose limbs and quietly watching a movie is why I’ve used this man’s face. 

So anyway, I’m invisi-stalking my boyfriend. Lets call him Not-Kieran. He's looking hella stressed. He knows I want to come over later to see him. Hes frantically cleaning. But in a way I’m comfortable with bc I come from a "We cant let anybody know we SIT" family yet we NEVER invite ppl over. Anyway, I’m watching him clean and I’m just so happy just looking at him. I’m amused at first that he thinks i deserve all the trouble of cleaning but then i start getting concerned for him. 

He's mumbling to himself. Smacking his palms against his head every so often. Apparently his coworkers and family are stressing him. Not-Kieran is not Out to them. This comes as a shock to me. It feels wrong hearing his secrets. But i stay invisible. i don’t choose this. i don’t have control over it. He wants our relationship to be more serious but cant tell anyone about me. he seems so upset and i want to comfort him. i don’t want to be invisible anymore but i cant become a character. Something is stopping me. Something does not want me to interfere. I can feel it in my chest. Something bad is going to happen. i stroke his face and tell him its ok. i love him and i don't need him to change things for me. i don’t want him to feel pressured. i want to tell him, that i just want him to be happy. but I’m nothing but a ghost to him.

Then Not-Kieran starts talking to someone at the door. I cant see them. But I know they are aggressive. I’m nervous and upset as they start to yell at Not-Kieran. From what i can make out they are saying he's becoming agoraphobic. How didn’t I realize this. Everything seems fine when we are together. But I have trouble remembering what together is really like. I just know for some reason this feels wrong. This feels surprising. The Man at the door knows something is wrong with my boyfriend. They know something before I do. How does he know when I dont. They know something is wrong with my boyfriend. But they don’t know what. They are tired of waiting to find out. 

They come inside and I still cant see their face. No. They dont have a face. Just a space where a face should be. A place I instinctively know I should not look at. They come inside and they are still yelling. Still aggressing by boyfriend. He’s accusing him of being sick. Or is my Boyfriend admitting he’s sick. I cant make sense of the argument. I get the impression that something is changing about Not-Kieran. He’s not physically different just something is dark in his eyes. Something is tilted in the way he holds himself. Something is sharp in the way he gestures with his hands. He’s not the gentle often worried person I know him to be. 

Then shit gets real.

Not-Kieran picks up a knife and stabs the Man Without a Face. He keeps going. There is blood everywhere. But there was blood there before. Why didnt I notice there was blood everywhere before. He wont stop stabbing him...then he stops using the knife....He starts using his hands....his teeth. There’s blood everywhere. My boyfriend is covered in this man’s blood and organs. He’s ripping into this man who knew something was wrong before I did. Then he stops. He stops and says “Oh not again” 

He pulls up the sunny yellow kitchen table cloth and theirs a body underneath. Warm. No. Not a body...body parts. He removes the cushions on the sofa and reveals more body parts. He doesnt open the chests. The freezer against the far wall. I know. I know whats in them. 

What happened to my boyfriend. I’m not repulsed by him. I’m not disgusted. There is blood everywhere but I keep trying to look in his eyes as he flutters around the room. Hands smack against the sides of his head. “Oh, not again...oh not again.” such a soft sweet voice. And why does it still feel like something bad is going to happen. That feeling in my chest. It wont go away. How could anything be worse then this? My boyfriend is a murderer. No, no. Something is wrong with him. Something changed him. I dont want to believe he could do this but his hands are covered in blood. I cant rub away the splatter across his cheek. The darkness has left his eyes but I know it could return. 

How can this be a surprise when somehow I know these old bones. Like flashes. Little movie clips, Sepia toned reels of eat part in the pile. Each person they once were. I know what he’s done. Know he’s been doing this for a long time. Somehow I know he eats them. Days after the kill, like a feral animal in the woods finding a carcass. Know the things he denies. He likes holding a piece thats cold against his tongue. He likes putting the pieces, the parts that used to be a person, into neat little piles and licking at warm blood. 

Until he remembers he’s a man. Until he remembers that something has happened to him. That he is diseased and he cant go out. Can’t go out and shouldnt invite anyone in. Ever. Until he remembers and he cries. The kind of cries that wrack his body. He pulls at his hair. Smears more blood across his cheek and he cries. Cries like a child. Wet and weak. Like his body is hollow and he cant stop. He cant stop crying he cant stop smearing blood. The blood is everywhere and it always has been.

His hair has grown out. It’s suddenly days later. I’ve never been invisible this long. Never been a ghost this long. Never had to witness someone else’s sins this long. Never been powerless to stop his hand from shaking. He’s sitting in a pile of body parts. Trembling, he chews on them. And lays them out into piles. Then changes the order of the pile again and again. Chewing, arranging, crying. I still want to tell him...It’s ok, I just want you to be happy. Maybe my body feels the horror, feels repulsed by him. Maybe my body is sick but I’m a ghost and I still love him.

He beings to speak again. Just the same small and sweet tone he uses with me. But he cant see me. Can’t feel me touch his face. He’s talking to someone else here. I turn and sitting on a chair is a corpse. Its dry and burnt black. Skin like a dehydrated mushroom. Yet wet in places like something pulled from a swamp. It’s hair is twisted and matted hanging limply around a shriveled face. Nude and yet it’s body is so barely recognizable. Was it a woman. A man. Maybe I’m not supposed to know. It has no hands or feet. Just gestures with its stumps as it answers him. It speaks to him so lovingly. I know this man...this creature...though I’ve never seen them before. They werent in the perverse reel of carnage and cannibalism. I know him anyway and I know they love him. Do they love him just as much as I do?

 They’ve been here the whole time. Saw him with the Man With No Face. Saw him with countless others. He’s been here the whole time. But I didnt see him. I didnt see the blood. I didnt see this man that loves my lover. But I get the impression that he’s seen me. That he sees me still. His eyes have no pupil no color. Just a midnight dark orb in a shrunken skull. But those eyes turn in my direction as he speaks to Not-Kieran. Speaks in a soft lovely voice. Soothes him til he stops crying and beings to clean up the piles that were ppl. Speaks calmly and warm as my boyfriend rubs blood off his cheek.

The Shriveled man in the chair knows I still love him. He knows I know his secrets now. Knows I will be by this afternoon just for the chance to touch his face.

[bladengineer]

Bladebreakers: College Edition

anyone who’s already read my fics knows exactly what i’m about, so lets get straight to business about the college headcanons im about to slap yall with

also all under the cut bc this went way too long lmfao Hilary and Kenny should follow shortly bc it got really long and im just. oops

Kai is the first to go which is like. logical considering he’s the oldest and most driven out of all of them

not to mention he had the entirety of Hiwatari Corp. about to be put into his name as soon as he reached 18 and he’s just like aw man here we go

to be honest? he’s not keen on taking over the company, never has been (excluding the time where he felt obligated to under his grandfather’s influence) and the thought of actually having too just kinda. embitters him

so he gets himself sucked into the whole Business classes to get himself the necessary qualifications – and despite being bitter, he doesn’t half-ass shit so he studies on the regular

it isn't until Max wrangles him into finally giving his own interests a go and he changes his path to a History Major with a Minor in Business

he is so much happier

History, specifically Ancient History, had always been an avid interest in Kai’s books so he basically dives into his new studies with his own brand of stoic enthusiasm

its also the sole reason why he’s been amassing so many books in his personal collection at home, Hilary had implored him to buy bigger shelves after Max nearly broke his neck tripping over a loose pile

Kai likes to study alone, preferably in his private study (Tyson keeps making fun of him for having a private study at the age of 18, what are you, a grandpa? damn rich kid lmao) with soft instrumental music playing – he’s especially fond of rainy ambience music

of course, Kai is often seated at the back of the classes, but is indisputably one of the best students with very insightful and well-researched essays, naturally, most of his professors adore him

except a select few traditional-minded professors – they’re still bitter that Kai stood his ground when they had overlooked Cleopatra’s history and reduced her to the Ancient Sex Symbol and Kai was ready to cut a bitch at the blatant disrespect towards an Ancient Political Mastermind

the majority in his class has a fat crush on him but thats nothing new

Max, for a long time, had a bit of a dilemma as his parents urge him to start choosing his preferred path; was it going to be Engineering like his Mother or Mechanics like his Father, and honestly? the poor boy was so torn

in the end, he confessed he wanted to do neither – he loved Beyblade but it wasn’t something he wanted to dedicate his life to forever

instead, his heart had always belonged to the ocean and he dreams of being a Marine Biologist

his father was very supportive, while Judy had her doubts so it took a little convincing – in the end, her son’s joy was more important to her and she too gave her blessing for him to pursue his dream

Max goes on to major Zoology, directed towards marine animals, and takes up a minor in Engineering because hey, it pretty much runs in his family and it stayed an avid interest of his

his university wasn’t too far of from Kai’s own, so sometimes when he stays over at Kai’s he gets a free ride to class

he returns the gesture by always providing the best butter croissants for breakfast (they’re still warm too!)

Max usually studies in the campus library, noise-cancelling headphones on, bopping silently to whatever music he’s listening to as he reviews his notes for the next exam

he researches a lot for his topics and has collected so much trivia about the ocean and its inhabitants in general

Max: did you know jellyfishes have no brain? Kai: Max don’t bully Tyson Tyson: excuse me?

the professors love Max tbh, he’s always fully engaged within class so they usually let him get away with things mainly bc he’s just their Favourite

pretty sure half of the university knows of Max in some way or another, being a social butterfly and all and maybe having flooded the campus once by accident

Ray also had a hard time deciding what to do and what to study; being from a rural village with traditions certainly made him question wether he should pursue a modern career or stay within his community

the White Tigers were quick to kick his ass over it however, booting him straight to Kai’s doorstep and telling him to do what he feels was right for him

now, he’s managed to get himself applied to one of the prestigious university for culinary arts – he’s not too sure yet which path he wants to take in terms of culinary skill

he loves cooking and working in a kitchen, however after many work experiences he has found that working at the command of someone else wasn't exactly to his tastes, not to mention, he’d like to dabble in more traditional culinary arts

as of now, Ray particularly enjoys the sweeter side of cooking, preferring to create intricate pastries and confectionaries, often stemming from his chinese roots but also applying his skill within the japanese side of things

his homemade mooncakes are honestly to die for

next to his obvious passion for cooking, he’s also taken up classes in horticulture, mainly bc he’d love to grow his own ingredients and create his own sets of spices and various artisan products

since his career path is very labour focused, he often practices at home and takes inspiration from various chefs all around the world. his bookshelves are full of recipe books and general insightful cookbooks

Max had suggested to him to make videos of his dishes, mainly for self-improvement, but also being able to put them online to start a crowd interest for his work

its going pretty well actually, his videos have become quite popular since they are aesthetically pleasing, the food looks tasty as hell and also a wide crowd of older people have voiced their joy in seeing more traditional confectionary being made

his friends secretly love their birthdays nowadays bc without fail, Ray always gifts them homemade foods, from neat boxes of handcrafted chocolates to cute jars of sweet jams

he knows, he always takes time to create flavours he knows they will appreciate

Tyson, surprisingly, knew exactly what he wanted to do, and it wasn’t anything to do with Beyblade

Hilary: WHAT ARE YOU SICK Tyson: i- no? i just– Ray: hold on maybe he’s running a fever Tyson: would yOU GUYS JUST LISTEN–

look, he loves Beyblade, it’s something he’ll treasure all his life, something he’ll still pursue in the future, but

it won’t be what he wants to do full time

instead, he majors in Anthropology in order to pave his way into Archeology and everyone is so proud they start crying

next to his Major, he also minors in Business, mainly due to his longstanding position within the BBA, with whom he stays as a particular poster boy and star

next to his work with the BBA, he occasionally helps out in the Dojo and everyone kinda realises? that this guy is literally holding down two (2) whole jobs while also studying and if that isn't hardcore my dudes i don’t know

then again, he’s grown a lot and his interest in his father’s career had always accompanied him since he was a kid – however, his studying habits are still all kinds of atrocious and the only reason why he can even halfway ace his exams is bc he refuses to go down quietly, actually is really critical and analytical is he puts his head into it, and the fact that he employs Hilary to stand vigil with a rolled up magazine to smack him back into focus should he slack off

otherwise, he’s friends with most people in his class and regularly exchanges notes with them and even has become a favourite with a select few of his professors

most just find him exhausting but can’t refute his elaborate essays, which are both thoughtful as eyebrow raising

he attends the same university as Kai (much to his chagrin) and they stick together just as much as they bicker (one-sidedly) just like old times – however, they are both ancient history buffs and its one of the very few topics that they can be heard talking about in actual peace without Tyson going apeshit when Kai loses interest in the conversation

Tyson and Kai are also those college students who pull ridiculous all nighters to study

Max once got so nervous for an exam he made a terrifying concoction of Red Bull and Instant Coffee to stay up and study

he aced the exam but he cannot for the life of him remember what he did in those 24hours bc as soon as he went home he crashed for nearly 32hours straight

Tyson and Ray who were present at the time refuse to speak about it and when asked about it, they kinda just. disassociate for a minute at the sheer horror they had witnessed

Kai rarely ever communicates with classmates yet somehow gets always invited to all the frat parties

who are those people? he doesn’t know

[jojotier]

lil masterpost of some of my favorite golden trio interactions that ive written vfkjv

seriously if you’re a fic writer and you haven’t tried to write these three interacting, I suggest you try. at least once. Seriously, writing them always leaves a smile on my face...

Some more that were so long that I decided to like, at least put it under the cut to save everyone the space and breathing room:

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“He’s a cute guy- always wondered what it’d have been like to meet him, you know, take him out somewhere fancy…” Shiraishi wiggled his eyebrows and Asirpa nigh instantaneously appeared to smack him over his bald head with a wooden spoon. “Hey-! What’d I say?!”

“Don’t be weird, Shiraishi!” Asirpa huffed, wagging the spoon in her hand. “Or else we’re going to have to crack your egg head over a pot and have you for breakfast!”

Shiraishi whined, “Mannnn why are you two always bullying me?! I’m the oldest! If anyone should be bullying anyone, it should be me bullying someone!!”

“But you won’t! Because you know what’s good for you,” Sugimoto teased, pouring himself and Shiraishi a cup of coffee.

Asirpa said from her place beside Shiraishi, “Pour me a cup too! Black, please.”

Sugimoto felt a sudden, terrified shiver run down his spine. “... Are you sure about that, Asirpa? That’s… this is a really bitter brand, so-”

“Black,” Asirpa repeated, slowly raising her spoon. She tapped it on her other hand, eyes blazing. Sugimoto felt sweat drip down the back of his neck. “What is it, Sugimoto? Do you not think I can handle it, Sugimoto? Do you think I’m too much of a child? Sugimoto? Well? Are you saying little Asirpa is too much of a baby to handle coffee in its natural state? Sugimoto, are you saying-”

“Alright, alright! I’m pouring you some now…” Sugimoto said, pouring her some of the coffee while trying to bite back a laugh.

Shiraishi’s eyes widened in vague awe. “Man… black? I thought you’ve never had coffee before,”

“That’s because I never have.” Asirpa nodded, moving back to the little kitchenette to take the cup from Sugimoto. “ Huci never bought it much, and my aca used to say that it was too weak to even bother with. Watching you two load it down with sugar and cream, and knowing Sugimoto has a weak tongue-”

“Hey-!” Sugimoto said, slightly offended.

“- I’ve decided that it can’t be bitter at all. You’re both just weak.” Asirpa declared, before taking a giant, ill-advised gulp of her coffee. Shiraishi started to say something, but it caught in his throat, leaving him to just make a weird noise like a dying whale. Asirpa stood stock still for a second, black coffee dripping a little onto the corner of her mouth, as she took a shaky swallow. She looked up at Sugimoto, tears in her slightly squinted eyes as she tried to give a smile that didn’t look like she was in immense pain. “S. See. Not. Bitter at all,”

Sugimoto bust out laughing, trying to rein it in a bit because maybe it was a bit of an asshole thing, to laugh at a kid, but even still… it was pretty hilarious. “Really! Really now! I see that face you’re making- you think its as bitter as we do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!” Shiraishi joined in, laughing a bit himself.

“Do not- look,” Then Asirpa, face flushing, tried to drink the rest in a few fell gulps. A little bit of the hot, bitter drink dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt as she finished, looking like she was regretting pretty much all of her life choices. Asirpa made a face and squinted, sticking out her tongue. “Ugh… I think I burned my tongue….”

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“... So it’s an ugly thing that’s a pile of junk, is what you’re saying,” Shiraishi snickered a bit. “So antiquated that not even JAXA wants to knock this thing into the gravity and get it down out of this airspace!”

Asirpa’s cheeks puffed out slightly in disdain. “... I’m not giving that a response. This is still neat!!! You just have no taste.”

“Oh no, yeah, it’s pretty neat,” Shiraishi ceded, glancing back out at the station. He snickered under his breath some more. “Lots of historical significance, probably… looks like an old-timey soup can.”

Sugimoto snorted at that, a wide grin splitting over his face. “Come on, that’s mean. It looks like a tin bucket from one of those cowboy movies, at least- the ones that hold all the bullets.”

“Those buckets aren’t historically accurate- bullets weren’t really that big…” Asirpa corrected, tapping at her watch’s interface. Then, her head dipped down a bit, what stray hairs that remained free from her braid falling in her face as she bit her lip, looking absolutely goofy. “... Looks kind of like a big asinru, though…”

“Hey, look!!! Sugimoto look!!” Shiraishi leaned forward, hands gripping on the railing and feet braced against it as his face lit up. “She talks so big but she thinks that ship looks funny too!”

“It’s your fault!” Asirpa uselessly tossed one of the plastic maps at Shiraishi. It went like five centimeters, and then uselessly fwumped onto the ground with a weird sound, not unlike the sound one got when shaking out a laminated paper. Asirpa chose to ignore that. “You have me thinking of tin can shaped things-!!” Shiraishi started laughing, chest shaking a bit as his grip tightened on the railing.

Sugimoto snickered a bit, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Last I checked, only you can have yourself thinking things.”

Asirpa tried to toss a map at Sugimoto, throwing it like a frisbee to see if that would get any lift. No dice. It went an even closer distance and fluttered uselessly down, sliding away from Sugimoto entirely. Shiraishi guffawed, and before Asirpa could open her mouth, there was a solid thunk. Shiraishi yelped as he hit the ground, still slightly red-faced from laughing. He’d fallen off. Sugimoto gave a hearty laugh at that.

“See,” Asirpa said, looking at Shiraishi, “this is what you get. Karma.”

Shiraishi whined, rolling over onto his back with a pout. “Let’s just get this trespassing over with…” Both Sugimoto and Asirpa giggled a bit together.

~~

“Well, we figured since it was New Years, it’d be nice to drop by-” Sugimoto started to say before being slightly tilted off balance, shoved vaguely to the side. A second face appeared, slightly lower than Sugimoto’s face and flushed lightly. The smell of sake on this stranger’s breath nearly made Tsukishima recoil, knuckles turning white as his free hand clenched into a fist.

��Heyyyyy, Tsukihime-san!” The bald stranger grinned, head seeming to bob from side to side. “It’s so good t’ see you- great to meetcha, I’m Shiraishi Yoshitake-”

“Where’s the dog.” came a third voice, and soon a third face, belonging to a girl much shorter and younger than the two above her, peered into the gap.

“Asirpa, please,” Sugimoto laughed a little, trying to hide the smile behind his hand, “don’t make it look like that’s the only reason-!”

“But you said yourself that you wanted to pet the dog, Sugimoto,” Asirpa’s eyebrows rose as she tipped her head back, staring at the scarred man in the door.

“Well-!” Sugimoto’s face flushed a bit as well, giving a bit of a sheepish look. “I also wanted to say hi to the owner, of the dog.”

Tsukishima glanced over the three of them. It was unlikely that Sugimoto had ill intent, bringing both a drunk and a pre-teen along with him. He kept his pocket knife in his pocket and opened the door just a bit wider, looking to his impromptu guests and remembering Nugget in the living room, whining underneath the table. “Sorry. My dog doesn’t like being around a lot of people- he’s easily spooked.”

“The dog or you?” Shiraishi snickered a bit, seemingly trying to peer over Tsukishima’s shoulder into the apartment. Tsukishima reconsidered not thinking about the merits of “accidental” greeting stabs in the future. Except there wouldn’t be a future, because Tsukishima didn’t want to deal with visitors. “Noah Fence, dude, but you’re like- this super hermit! I don’t think anyone’seen you outside this apartment... Tha’s what I heard from other people-”

The girl, Asirpa, turned around and kicked Shiraishi in the shins. Sugimoto followed suit, smacking Shiraishi upside the head while glaring at him. Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed as he went to close the door anyway. “Good night, Sugimoto. Asirpa.”

“Wait! Wait,” Sugimoto shoved his hand in the door hastily, trying to fold in on himself so he could hold up a package wrapped in paper the same shade of blue and white that the headband that Asirpa wore was. Of course, the designs were much different, looking more like silver leaves and boars. That’s right- it was the year of the boar soon, wasn’t it?

“We made too much mochi and yokan,” Asirpa explained, peering up at Tsukishima.

~~

“Awww, but Asirpa~” Sugimoto gave a mock pitiful whine, pushing his lower lip out like a child. “How am I gonna give miso to Huci to go with the feast?”

“We don’t need any of your poop near our shit,” Asirpa said, turning up her nose. At that, Shiraishi lost it and rolled onto his side, chortling the entire while.

Sugimoto gave a delicate gasp. “Asirpa, language! Who taught you to say that? Did Shiraishi here rub off on you,”

“I taught myself to say it,” Asirpa stuck out her tongue, but she knew no one was being serious about it. Sugimoto wasn’t the type of person to become faint just because someone younger than him said something mildly uncouth, as she’d done many times before. Sugimoto chuckled himself, a wider grin breaking out over his face.

Soon, the laughter died down again, and Sugimoto rested his cheek harder against his hand. It wasn’t nearly as cold and oppressive as before- but there was still an odd undertone, to the quiet that surrounded them. Something left unsaid.

“Man.” Sugimoto sighed, looking wistfully at the fire, “I wish I still had my miso. We could’ve used it with dinner earlier.”

It was quiet for a few seconds more before Asirpa suddenly remembered- in her coat… She didn’t remember if she’d used the last of it before, in the meal they had outside this place, but she still reached into an innermost pocket and pulled out the small metal tin. Shuffling around to Sugimoto, she presented it to him and opened the lid, showing just the smallest trace of brown miso in a corner.

Sugimoto’s eyes widened, a happy smile coming onto his face. “Oh man-! You did keep it! I would’ve thought for sure you were gonna use it as anosoma box or something, for anything you find-”

“Oh come on, that’s so gross!” Asirpa felt her eyes burn at the mere thought of it. Or maybe they burned because she was squinting so hard it looked as if her eyes had receded back into her face flesh. Sugimoto snorted, trying to keep his giggles in as Asirpa silently worked through how to even respond to that. After a moment, her face loosened back into a more contemplative expression.

“... Besides. You liked it so much that you would try to make my poor old Huci try it- so we had to keep it for when you came back.”

[what-lee]

don’t push it cowboy, part 2 (carl grimes x reader)

You have been on your own since the beginning, always keeping yourself away from people. So when a boy in a sheriff hat came fighting into your life you were more than surprised.

pairing: carl grimes x reader

warnings: violence, and swearing

a/n: QUITE A LONG PART IM SORRY! Unedited I hope you guys still like it :) want a part 3???

Y/N= your name

  The metal from the top was so cold you could feel it threw your shirt making you slightly shiver as you continued to shoot at the walkers along with your new group. The herd had dwindled down quite a bit since they have come into your line of sight. There was not even half as many walkers as there was before when Rick said, “ok we shouldn’t waste anymore ammo and they don’t have a way out, we only have one extra car so anyone thats uncomfortable walking should go in the car.”

You and Carl where still on top of the truck putting away your guns when Rick yelled up saying “y/n are you good to walk?” you nod.

“Carl?” he looks at you “are you sure your group is okay with a random stranger joining your group?”

“don’t forget a random stranger who can’t drive.” he says with a chuckle looking back to his rifle, you hit his arm playfully.

“come on we have a long walk ahead” he says and you follow him down the ladder on the back of the truck.

You join the group of people walking with Carl next to you when Rick walks up next to you. “y/n can I ask you a few questions before we get to Alexandria?”

“sure.” you respond turning to look at him

“How many walkers have you killed?” he asks

you consider it for a second then answer “honestly too many to count..”

“How many people have you killed?” he asks

you exhale and bite your lip before answering worried about what they may think of your for your answer  “4” you look at the ground after answering

“why?” he asks finally making you look up

“2 were bit the other had already turned, and the last on attacked me…” you answer looking at the ground kicking a pebble as you walk, you don’t like thinking about them. You suddenly feel something brush your hand lightly and you turn to see Carl trying to take your hand but obviously being a little nervous. You take his hand and he squeezes your hand reassuringly you squeeze back before turning back to Rick.

“The last guy” you stopped for a second “I don’t regret, and I don’t think I ever will.” You answer honestly.

“Okay we will get you settled in back at Alexandria, i’m sorry for your loses.” he says and you nod as he walks away.

You continue walking next to Carl holding hands but not talking, you didn’t know what it meant but you weren’t ready to try and figure it out right now.

  You arrive back at Alexandria and Rick tells you to follow him, you hand the weapons you borrowed from the armory to Carl and walked with Rick towards one of the houses.

“You can stay here with my family and I,” he pauses for a second as he walks you up the stairs “this will be your room the bathroom is down this hall if you wanna get cleaned up, and I think we might have some clothes that will fit you-“

“i’m sorry did you say cleaned up,” you pause “as in a shower?” you say with a with your mouth slightly agape not believing what you were hearing.

“Yeah we have running water here” he says with a chuckle and a laugh, before you know what your doing you give him a huge hug and to your surprise he hugs back.

when you pull apart you say “I’m sorry its just been a while since i’ve had any of this” you say laughing

“no problem at all, now go.” he says pointing towards the bathroom with a chuckle and you both smile.

When you get into the shower and the water starts hitting your face it’s one of the best feelings ever, you smile while putting your face under the spray from the shower head, you could get used to this, maybe just maybe.

  When you step out of the bathroom you walk to the room Rick had assigned you, you open the door to see a room similar to yours before the world went crazy. A dresser, desk, night stand, a small closet and a bed. An actual bed not a tree branch or the pile of blankets you would make to sleep in when it got cold, a real bed. In a neat pile on the bed was a pile of clothes, a pair of black jeans that might just fit you, a flannel, and a fresh pair of socks.

You pull on the new clothes and start to towel dry your hair while sitting on the bed going threw the stuff in your backpack, the backpack you’ve had since the beginning, when you here a knock at the rooms door, and then Carl peeks in “hey, can I come in?” he says

“sure” you say looking up at him

“whats all this?” he says motioning to your stuff from your backpack.

“basically everything i’ve owned since this all started” you say with a laugh

he sits down on the end of the bed, one of the only places that isn’t covered in stuff “can I look at this?” he says motioning to a photo frame you had with a photo of you and your family inside you nod as he picks in up.

“wow, is that you?” he says pointing to the small Y/H/C haired girl in the photo

you hit his shoulder lightly “whats that supposed to mean, I was a small kid I know.” you say and you both laugh

he sets the photo frame down and reaches into his pocket which catches your attention causing you to look up at him as he pulls out a small folded up piece of paper and starts to unfold it. You turn your head slightly trying to get a better view of what it is when he hands it to you, you understand what it is, its a photo of a man that resembles rick. a women with long black hair and between them a small boy with short brown hair.

you look between him and the photo a few more times before saying “the only thing that I’ve seen change is the hair and height” you say laughing a bit and he chuckles

“and the eye…” he says sounding almost upset

you turn your head slightly trying to get him to continue.

“your the only one that doesn’t acknowledge it you know? he says

“your missing an eye that must suck but I don’t think of you any differently for it.” you say with a small smile.

he laughs slightly but its almost like a pity laugh for himself and for some reason it bothers you, it bothers you that he thinks him missing an eye makes him any less of a person.

you pick up the photo of him and his family and place it next to yours then you hold up the photo and point to the women in the photo which you kind of figure is his mother.

“do you think she would care?” he looks up “she obviously loves you look at her I don’t think you missing an eye would change that.” you say

“well i’ll never know…” he says looking down at his hands and fiddling with his fingers. Then it hits you, she didn’t make it you think about what to do for a second before you move forward a bit and give him a hug. He freezes at first not sure what to do and your about to pull away when he starts hugging you back “I didn’t know I’m sorry” you say still hugging him

“Its fine you couldn’t have known.” he says

You pull apart and smile at each other when Rick walks in, “y/n Michonne and I are making food I bet your hungry.” he says then glancing over to carl.

“thank you,” you look at him and give him a small smile “for everything.” you say

he nods then opens the door more for you to walk out, carl follows behind as you walk into the most beautiful kitchen you have seen in a while.

“hi,” a woman behind the counter says “you must be y/n i’m Michonne”

You smile “nice to meet you” you say

“oh sorry you must be starving here” she says as she pushes a plate towards you and you sit down at the table, the first one you have sat at in a while

Carl sits across from you while Michonne sits at the head of the table.

“so whats your story?” she says after a few mouthfuls of food

you look up at her after a second turning your head to the side you swallow the rest of your food before you begin your long story.

“I was with my family when it first started, I was too young to shoot a gun or know anyway to survive. We started outside Chicago when my family decided it would be safer on the road than in our neighborhood. We started driving towards Atlanta and met up with a small group there. We were good for the first few months,” you pause for a second all the memories rolling back “the first few months were good until everyone got a little too comfortable with the situation and walkers attacked our camp in the middle of the night, most people were bit or ran off. My family didn’t make it,” you pause once more looking down at your hands then you continue looking up at Carl then back to Michonne “My mom turned first then my siblings, I couldn’t leave them like that.” you could feel the tears picking at your eyes so you skipped ahead. “I’ve been on my own since then, I kept to myself except for one time when a group attacked me.” you took a death breathe “I killed one of them and the rest ran. Thats why I was pretty on edge when I first met Rick and Carl.” you explain.

“your a survivor y/n, you will be safe with us.” Michonne says and you look up at her and you both smile.

“that smells amazing” Rick says entering the kitchen. You look up and see him carrying a baby, your eyes go wide. She was so small and full of sunshine smiling. “Carl can you hold Judith?” Rick says

“yeah,” he says taking Judith from Rick “Oh y/n this is Judith my sister.” he says looking between you and Judith.

You smile in response

“Do you want to hold her?” he asks

“Sure..” you say unsure she reminded you of your siblings when they were little

You take Judith and bounce her in your lap and she starts giggling uncontrollable and you can’t help but smile.

“she likes you” he says smiling

“yeah I guess she does” you say smiling up at Carl before looking back down at Judith.

  You all finish your food and Carl offered to give you a tour of Alexandria your following him having a normal conversation about nothing in particular when he says “I’m sorry about your family.” he stops and turns to you.

“not your fault.” you say brushing it off

“I know what its like…” you turn your head motioning for him to continue

“my mom didn’t make it after giving birth to Judith,” your face softens as you look up to him he stares at the ground before continuing “I shot her.” You look down at his sudden confession, you reach for his hand and squeeze it then you look up to him and say “you did the right thing,” causing him to look at you in the eyes as if he’s searching for any doubt you have “the ones we love don’t deserve to walk around mindlessly like those monsters.” you meet his eyes once more.

he nods you let your hands drop and get back to the tour pretending that it never happened which is what you both need.

“and back to the house” he says with a small smile

“thank you,” he looks to you “thank you for saving my life.” you say repeating the words he said to you just hours before.

he smiles then says “you didn’t think i was just gonna leave the girl that beat me up in a gas station did you?” you both laugh remembering when you said almost the same thing to him in the tree, before entering the house.

You say hello to rick and michonne before heading up to your room, you were planning to change out of your clothes but once you sat down on the bed you knew you weren’t moving instead you placed your weapons in the side table before falling completely asleep for the first time in a few months, oddly you felt completely safe with these people you just met.

A FEW HOURS LATER-

  Your awoken by a crashing sound, you immediately grabbing your gun and knife making your way to the door of your new room.

When you silently open your door you walk into the hallway to see carl doing the same thing, when he sees you he simply puts his finger up to his lips and points his gun up while moving down the hallway you do the same, before getting to the stairs at the last door Carl takes out a key and locks the door of what must be Judiths door.

You and Carl make your way to the corner before the stairs when you see a man sitting on the top step you and Carl make eye contact and for a second its like you can communicate without speaking. You both nod then Carl brings the barrel of his gun up to the intruders head and says “what the hell are you doing in our house.”

“I’m waiting for your parents to get dressed and no offense kid but I could take you down no problem.” the man says

“How about two of us?” you say while putting the barrel of your gun on the other side of the mans head.

You and Carl make eye contact and a small smile at each other before focusing your eyes back on the man in front of you. Just then Rick and Michonne walk out wearing barely any clothes at the same time the people you recognize as Glenn, Dayrl and Maggie make their way up the stairs weapons raised at the man. Then you say “scratch that how about all of us.” with a smirk

“No guys its ok.” Michonne speaks up first making everyone look at her

“You said you wanted to talk,” Rick says looking at the man “lets talk.”

you and Carl look at each other before lowering your weapons from the mans head. As everyone makes there way down the stairs with the man, Michonne says from behind you “You two make a pretty good team, you were out there within seconds and I didn’t even hear you guys until you started talking.”

you and Carl smile at each other before looking back down at the stairs joining everyone in the dining room as the man known as Jesus explains how the communities can work together and Rick seems very intrigued by the idea. “y/n, Carl suit up,” you both turn to Rick “you two are coming with us.”

you both nod before going up to your rooms to collect your things to head to jesus’s community or as he called it the Hilltop.

When you walk back downstairs everyone is loading up into the RV and another car. You get into the RV and Carl follows Jesus sits right across from both of us. Practically staring us down before speaking “What you guys did this morning was pretty cool,” you look at him skeptically “I didn’t even know you were there until you spoke.” You smile slightly before looking at the floor of the RV for the rest of the drive.

When you arrive at Hilltop you all step out of the RV and car and walk threw the groups and it seems like everyone is staring at you and the group as Jesus leads you all into the big building in the middle of the town. Hilltops leader seems very stubborn and doesn’t want to partner with Rick until he talks about taking out the group known as the Saviors for them. The leader of Hilltop practically laughs at Rick causing you and Carl to stare him down before someone calls for him outside.

Everything happens so fast Rick attacks the 2 people that just showed up to attack the Hilltop leader, Rick seems to be struggling so once again you look at Carl for a sign when you both look at each other you know your thinking the same thing, you jump at the person thats pinning Rick to the ground rolling her over so that Rick is free and your fighting off this full grown woman. Carl quickly helps you get her off but not before she lands a good punch right to your lip, you roll over pinning her to the ground with one arm held behind her back. As you grab your gun from your holster and aiming it at her head, “move and I shoot.” you say as you start to taste blood from your lip from the punch she threw at you.

When you look up Carl has the other man held at gunpoint as a doctor tends to the hilltop leaders wounds Rick gets some hilltop residents to tie up the 2 people you and Carl had just held at gunpoint. You get up wiping the blood away from your lip and holstering your gun. “you okay?” Carl asks

“yeah,” you say wiping the blood off your lip once more “a busted lip never killed anyone” you say with a small smile

“good work you two, thanks for your help with that one y/n” Rick says

you both nod before walking back into the building. Maggie goes in to talk with the leader and when she comes out she says we have a deal for food as long as we take out the Saviors. Its a small win as we still have to do it but we have a way of getting food, and from what I’ve seen from this group taking out a group of horrible people won’t be hard.

Everyone gets back into the RV but once Carl sits down you notice the big red spot growing on his arm under his shirt. “Carl, what the hell your bleeding.” you say pointing to his arm

“One of the guys had a knife he tried to cut me” he says obviously trying to make it sound like a big deal. “well you bleeding out from some idiot with knife kind of sounds like a big deal” you say getting up to grab the first aid kit.

“what are you..?” he asks but you cut him off “I was on my own for a pretty damn long time you don’t think i know how to clean up a wound? roll up your sleeve.” you say and he does

Cleaning up his wound doesn’t take to long except for the fact that he kept moving. “Carl just sit still.”  you say

“Your jabbing me with antiseptic how do you expect me to sit still.” he says

Once its clean you still have another 30 minute drive back to Alexandria you were a little tired from the mornings events so you did fall asleep but the fact you fell asleep wasn’t the important part it was where you fell asleep. When you woke up you were sitting at the table of the RV leaning on Carl’s shoulder with Carl’s head leaned against his arm on the table still asleep. You sat up a bit causing Carl to wake up he blinked a few times then looked out the window, you did as well you  were stopped just outside of Alexandria.

“ok sleepy heads wake up.” Rick said in a playful tone

You and Carl both groaned and you stretched before getting up and walking out of the RV.

A FEW HOURS LATER-

  Rick had wanted to take out the saviors as soon as possible and as soon as possible happened to be that night. Rick told everyone they did not have to go if they didn’t want to meaning most of the original people of Alexandria stay behind. You and Carl were loading weapons up into the RV when Rick came up to you both.

“y/n if you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.” he said

“Rick,” you look at him directly in the eyes so he knows you mean it “you guys saved me I will  fight with you guys even if you don’t want me too.” you say fully serious

“We are happy to have you y/n,” rick says with a smile “you two are partnered up for this, I see how good you guys work together.” he says referring to you and Carl.

you both nod then go back to cleaning the guns, you had only known these people for 2 days but it felt as if you had known them forever.

AFTER THE SAVIORS-

  Getting rid of the saviors at the satellite base had been a success you and Carl barley had to speak making the job a crap ton easier. Until the end when you were loading up the RV when a few people taking Carol and Maggie got the jump on you, you fought back trying to free Carol and Maggie until they shot.

The bullet hit you right above your hip Maggie yelled while Carol fought to get out of they’re grip to help you. As they pulled them out of sight you rolled onto your back the pain becoming unbearable. You reached for the walkie you had dropped, grabbing it and pulling  it up to your mouth before you began to speak “Carl, Rick, Dayrl anyone co-..” you got cut off by a sharp pain.

No answer, the walkies were blocked by something. If you were going to get to them before you bleed out you had to walk. You got up with a painful shock when you sat up. You started wobbling to the front of the building. You were trying your best to apply pressure to the gunshot in less than a few moments Carl came out of the building just as you fell over unable to bare the pain. He yelled out then grabbed his walkie and said something into it but you couldn’t hear anything your eyes got heavy as Carl pulled your head into his lap. He was saying something but nothing made its way to your ears. You saw the rest of the group come running next to you guys. Right before you passed out you tried your best to choke out “thaa-nnk y-ou” and then you were out.

  You wake up in a white room blinking a few times to adjust your eyes, you were in the infirmary, you try to sit up but a sharp pain in your stomach stops you. You groan in pain, then you start to remember taking out the saviors, loading up the RV, seeing Maggie and Carol get taken and finally getting shot. You look down and see a certain brown haired boy sleeping on the side of your bed, his hat was placed on the nightstand. You moved your leg a bit waking him up he picked his head up blinking a few times before noticing you were awake. “oh my god, your ok.” he says

“How do you feel?” he asks

“Like I got shot in the stomach” you say trying to laugh

he smiles then the groups doctor walks in “good your awake,” you look at her “how do you feel?”

“fine.” you say then wincing in pain after speaking

“sure” is all she says dragging out the end of it

“where are carol and maggie?” you say brows furrowed worried because last you saw them they were getting dragged away.

“the whole group has been waiting outside, except for carl,” she says glancing over to Carl “he hasn’t left since you got here” she says

you smile at him and he smiles back before looking at the floor.

“is she awake?’ you hear Dayrl say as he walks in.

“yep, everyone you can come in now!” she says

Right as she says that the whole group starts flooding in Maggie runs up to you hugging you and repeating “I’m so sorry” over and over again.

“Maggie, your safe its fine i’m fine. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you both.” you say looking between Maggie and Carol

“the group came back for us we are ok.” Carol says

You smile and nod, overwhelmed by how much love the group is showing you, a small tear escapes your eye and Carl sees it immediately.

“Are you in pain? Should I get Denise?” he says quickly

“no, no i’m fine its just been a while since people cared about me.” you say smiling at everyone

“your one of us kid.” daryl says

“y/n you fought with us, we will protect you thats what families do.” Rick says

Suddenly it all made sense groups don’t work, families do always.

ONE WEEK LATER-

  You had been in that hospital room for a week now. You knew it was cause they all cared but you missed the outside and being stuck in that room 24/7 was gonna drive you crazy. Rick said you could leave that night Carl came to help you, most of your stuff was moved to the infirmary since you practically lived there for a week.

When you both finally got all your stuff into your room Carl said he was gonna grab some water so you were left alone in the room, your room. You looked out the window and in a split second without even thinking what you were doing you opened the window and crawled out onto the roof climbing to the top and sitting there.

From the point of the roof you were at you could see just over the wall, you were looking down the road that lead to Alexandria when Carl poked his head out the window.

“I knew you would do something like this” he says

“like what?” you say faking innocence

“you could get hurt-“ he starts but you cut him off “I could get hurt getting out of bed or even going to the bathroom,” you say

“please don’t treat me like I’m glass that can break at any moment I can’t stand it.” you say laying down on your back to look at the stars

“y/n you got shot..” he says

“Carl you have told me about both times you got shot.” you say smirking sitting up

“you didn’t see me with the bullet wound though, when I saw you bleeding I thought it was going to be the last time I saw you,” he says looking down at his hands

“But it wasn’t Carl i’m sitting right here right in front of you.” He wouldn’t look at you, you ducked your head trying to get him to look at you. You bit your lip thinking.

“Carl,” you breathe out “look at me.” you say

He looks at you and suddenly you understand why he is reacting like this its the same way you did when he got his arm cut but more serious, you’ve known each other for such a short time but in this world thats the only time you have. Now is all you have.

“I’m. not. leaving. you.” you say  looking directly into his eye you suddenly notice how close you are, your noses practically touching. Now is the only time you have keeps repeating in your head. You slowly lean forward tilting your head even though you knew what was happening you still were surprised when his lips were on yours. You kiss then break apart just to get a look at his face before you reconnect your lips he places his hand on your cheek, its like you were both explaining to each other how you felt without actually speaking which you never had to anyway. After a few minutes you break apart but lean your foreheads against each other. “I’m not leaving you.” he says repeating the words you spoke a few minutes before and you both smile

You didn’t know when you were in the gas station that day, but the boy in the sheriff hat would be how you survive and why you wanted to. Him and his group now your family, and in that moment you felt like they could deal with anything the world threw at them. The cowboy and the girl who can’t drive a car and used to sleep in trees.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE A PART 3 WITH A POSSIBLE NEGAN APPEARANCE?