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too young for this | mark estapa

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warnings: accidental pregnancy, swearing, angsty themes, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

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One time. That's all it took.

You had never been one to go to parties, but your friends decided that you just needed to go. Having been cooped up for the past week after your complete douchebag of an ex dumped you over text.

What an ass.

You and Richie had been together for two years. Two fucking years and all it took was a quick swipe of his thumbs to end it. It happened on a random tuesday, you had just left your anatomy lab when you felt your phone ding. You looked down smiling as you saw his familiar name pop up. Your smile fell immediately as tears began to make your vision blurry. Even with slightly impaired sight, you could still make out the three words he amounted to in your relationship.

Rich<3: we are done.

So it's safe to say you haven't been the jolliest the past week. Maybe a party is what you need to bounce back. Staring at the ceiling of your dorm, you contemplated your options. Ultimately, you decided to give in to the relentless begging of your best friends. Besides, your slutty outfits were practically screaming at you to put them on. Afterall, Richie never showed you off, so you might as well do it yourself.

Peeling on the familiar top and bottoms, you couldn't help but smirk as you passed your bathroom mirror. For the first time in over a week, you actually felt like yourself. The you before Richie. Overcome with newfound confidence, you quickly sent a text to your groupchat.

You: im ready babes! meet me outside?

Jamie: oooo yesss girl! me and alice are walking out now!

Lydia: yall wait for me! i'm just touching up my hair. i'll be out in 5

Alice: btw we are so getting you dicked down tn y/n/n

Rolling your eyes at the last text, you grabbed your bag and headed out to meet your friends. Lydia ended up taking longer than 5 minutes, causing you and your friends to have to sprint to catch the last campus bus. Living across campus really sucked sometimes.

As you searched for empty seats on the bus, you felt your phone vibrate from your bag.

Mark: hey y/n! alice told me youre coming to the party tonight?

You: hi marky

You: yes i am! im on my way with the girls now

Mark: great

Mark: ill be waiting for you 🫣

Mark had always been one of your closest friends. You two met in your mutual college management class freshman year. Alice sat next to you and the three of you quickly became very close. Richie seemed to have a major problem with Mark early on in your relationship. Of course Mark being Mark, he didn't give a shit what your bitchy boyfriend thought of him. To be honest, Mark never liked Richie. So when you called him in tears that dreary tuesday afternoon, Mark was ready to practically murder him.

The squealing of the bus breaks snapped you out of your phone. You put your bag over your shoulder, grabbing onto Jamie as she passed you. You and your friends made a short walk from the bus to the house. The music was blaring loudly, as people were spread far and wide around the property. A few different games were scattered about, a group of guys yelling in distress as they were clearly losing their cornhole game.

You pulled out your phone, sending a text to Mark letting him know you were there. Within seconds, you saw the large boy make his way out onto the front porch. His arms immediately wrapped around you as you ascended the steps.

“ ‘m so glad you’re here y/n/n” his voice was muffled in your hair.

You smiled at the feeling of your full body being engulfed by him. Letting you go, Mark’s hand slipped down into your own.

“I am so so sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to take y/n with me.” Your friends giggled amongst themselves, causing you to send a confused look their way.

“Oh no worries, Mark! I hope you have a fun time!” Alice replied, overly excited.

Fun time? Deciding not to think much about it, you let yourself be guided by Mark’s muscular frame. Even in just a plain t-shirt his tense, thick muscles never failed to show through. Mark turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder to check on you. You sent him a quick smile in return. He managed to weave his way through the dense crowd and into the kitchen, where a few of his roommates were. He entered the kitchen, never letting go of your hand.

Luke and Ethan greeted Mark quickly, enthralled by the view of the football game from the tv. Upon noticing you by Mark’s side, they both sent suggestive smirks towards the two of you. Confused by this for the second time, you turned to Mark. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, not failing to notice the light blush that took over his feature.

“Why are all our friends acting weird?” You said in a low voice, so only Mark could hear you.

“W-What do you mean?” He chuckled nervously, “I think they are acting just fine.” Giving him a slight glare, you rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly. Your gaze fell on the crowd, seeing many familiar faces in the dancing group. Although, your cheerful attitude quickly diminished as you caught sight of a certain brunette. Mark noticed the change almost immediately, turning to follow your stare. Richie was just off to the side of the main group. Typically, it wasn’t new to find him at these parties, but what was new was the blonde he had his tongue shoved in.

A lump formed in your throat. You forced yourself to look away, the pain from the past week hitting you like a freight train.

Mark's jaw ticked, his hand gripped yours tighter. He looked down at you “Do you want to leave, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, a stark contrast from his burning eyes. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head no. You were not gonna let Richie control you, he doesn’t deserve that power anymore.

“I want to dance. Come dance with me, Marky.” Mark was surprised by your request, but led you to the dance floor regardless.

Heat gripped your body like a vice, making you aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You let your body press up against Mark, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Mark found his hand gripping your full hips, pulling them to meet his own. You leaned your face up, only to practically be touching noses with Mark.

The air felt thick around you two. Moving your hips against his, Mark held back a groan.

“Got to be careful, pretty girl. Don’t want you to start something you’ll regret.” Mark’s chest pressed closer into your round breasts. Mark could feel himself grow stiff in his shorts at the feeling. Swallowing harshly, you met his gaze. You gently pulled his ear down to your lips.

“I could never regret you, Mark.”

Richie was long forgotten as Mark gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you up the stairs. He took you to his room, closing the door forcefully, not forgetting to lock it. Mark’s chest heaved, almost like he was out of breath. He pinned you to the back of the door, bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

“You gotta tell me to stop, baby.” He whimpered into your lips. Throwing all caution to the wind, you pressed your lips against his, hard. A moan escaped your lips at the force of the kiss. Mark’s hands began to grip every part of your body he could reach. He wanted you, all of you. He cradled your face, turning your body before walking you towards the bed. The back of your legs hit the mattress, as Mark reached down to grip your plushy thighs. He sat you on the bed, beginning to trail kisses down your jaw.

His right hand traced from your thigh, over the expanse of your torso, taking time to tease the valley between your breasts. His calloused fingers took place around your throat, squeezing slightly. The lack of oxygen sent your brain into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up into his, grinding against his thick cock. He placed his other hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, pretty girl.” He mumbled into your neck. “How bad I need you.”

He smashed his lips into yours once again. The kiss was desperate and sloppy, showing the amount of pure need and want between you two. Mark shoved his tongue into your welcoming mouth, seeking its warmth.

You were becoming restless, the ache in your core increasing with every push and pull of Mark’s hips.

“Please Marky,” you whined, “Want you, fuck, want you so bad.” Your breath hitched as Mark changed the angle of his hips. His cock was pressing deliciously into your throbbing clit.

“Okay, okay, pretty girl.” Mark pulled away, taking his warm body with him. A small whine began to leave your mouth, but was cut short when he hooked his finger around your shorts.

He dragged your panties and shorts down in one go, too impatient to wait. Your hands traced down his toned front, tugging on his own shorts. Once the both of you had eagerly removed the remaining clothing, Mark had begun to line up his cock with your entrance, teasingly dragging his tip along your slit. “Oh fuck, Mark please don’t tease.”

Mark smirked at your pathetic voice.

He began to ease his heavy cock into your core. You moaned loudly at the stretch. “Fuck me!” You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your voice down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan to.” Mark pushed the rest of the way in, releasing a breathy moan at the feeling. He dropped his forehead on yours, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

Mark was admittedly the biggest you’ve had, much bigger than Richie. Reaching spots you never knew existed. “I won’t move until you tell me, baby.” The notion was small but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest.

Nodding your head, “I’m good, Marky. You can move.” At this, Mark began to slowly drag his cock out of your pussy, till just his tip remained inside. He paused for a moment before plunging back in, setting a ruthless pace.

Your moans echoed through the room, Mark’s headboard slamming against the wall. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Mark groaned. "I could be a better boyfriend than he ever was." His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next morning. You threw your arms around his body, nails scraping down the wide plain of his back. Angry red trails lined the hard muscle. You dug your teeth into Mark’s shoulder as his pace increased ever so slightly.

“ ‘m not gonna last, pretty girl.” Mark squeezed his eyes shut, in an attempt to hold off his orgasm. The sound of your moans in his ears made it almost impossible. He brought one of his hands from your hip to rub harsh circles on your clit.

With the added stimulation, you felt your core tighten impossibly fast. “Shit, Mark. ‘m gonna cum,” you panted, “fuck, gonna cum all over your big cock.” Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

Searing pleasure overcame your senses, your walls pulsating rapidly around Mark’s dick. Mark felt himself lose all control, releasing into your warm pussy. His body stilled as he came, a loud groan ripping through his throat. He collapsed on top of you. You laid with Mark’s head in the crook of your neck and your hand playing with his hair. As the two of you basked in post-orgam bliss, you felt a wave of drowsiness hit you. A loud yawn escapes your mouth.

Mark lifted his head to look into your eyes, “You tired, pretty girl?” You nodded slightly. He felt his heart soften at your droopy eyelids and pouty, swollen lips. “You are so fucking beautiful.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession. You hid your face behind your hands, becoming bashful like he wasn’t just balls deep inside of you.

Mark chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to the back of both hands. “C’mon lets get cleaned up, baby.” He slowly pulled his, now softening, cock out and pulled on some boxers. He walked into his bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. Mark gently began to clean around your sore opening. Once he finished and put away the cloth, he gave you one of his t-shirts to wear.

One of the things you loved about Mark was how big he is. Even if people consider you “bigger,” his shirts still fit you oversized. You took the shirt from his hands, pulling it over your head. Mark motioned for you to scoot over, allowing him to lay down. He pulled your body on top of his, almost immediately closing his eyes.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You smiled as you laid your head on his chest, “Goodnight, Marky.”

❥.

The following week went by in a blur. You were able to hide the fact that you and Mark hooked up from most of your friends, other than Ethan. That little shit did not hesitate to chirp you both the next morning. Although you and Mark are “seeing” each other, you haven't made anything official. But you didn’t feel pressured either. Everything had been going smoothly, you continued with your normal everyday routines, except for the part where you have been staying with Mark every night.

Your roommate, luckily, has been out of town for the past two weeks. So you have been able to remain inconspicuous thus far. Being with Mark was so easy, so genuine. You wondered how you ever even ended up with your ex when Mark was there the whole time. But alas, everything good always comes to an end.

Your alarm went off as per usual, Mark’s arm gripped your body tighter to his, “Don’t go.” He whined. You turned your body to face him, taking time to study his tired features. Even with sleep clouding his eyes, he still managed to look as handsome as ever. You hit snooze on your alarm, deciding that your writing class can suck it.

You closed your eyes, basking in the morning bliss with Mark, but before long, you found yourself pushing out of bed making a b-line for the bathroom. You kneeled down in front of the toilet, before emptying the contents of your stomach. You heard footsteps hurriedly follow behind you, as a hand came to hold back your hair.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out.” Mark soothed, using his other hand to rub your back.

Once you had finished, you slouched back. Your body became overly weak after the energy it took to expel your dinner. Mark sat next to you, letting you lean up against him. He brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for a temperature. His eyebrow furrowed, “You don’t feel hot.” He looked down at your face, to find your eyes closed. His chest hurt at the sight of you so weak. He gently helped you up, putting you back in bed. “I’m gonna skip class to take care of you. okay, baby?” He pulled the comforter over your shaking body. You shook your head in protest. Although in your state, it wasn’t as much of an effort as you thought.

Mark went downstairs quietly, as most of the house was still asleep. When he returned he brought a glass of water and a cold rag. “Apparently, we do not have any medicine. I guess Luke used the rest of it last time he was sick. I am gonna go and pick up some more, will you be okay here?” Mark couldn’t hide the worry laced in his tone. You gave him a weak smile and a small “thank you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, before slipping on a hoodie and making his way to the store.

Laying in the peaceful room, your slumber was interrupted by the sound of your alarm. Hitting snooze became your worst enemy. As you turned on your phone to exit the alarm, you saw a notification from your period app. You tapped it, opening the calendar. Panic took over your body.

Period late for 8 days

You quickly sat up, thinking of what to do. There was no way you could be pregnant. It was impossible. Denial flooded your mind, until flashbacks to the night of the party tore through the facade. You needed to take a test, asap. Knowing you couldn’t go to the store, since Mark was there, you did the next best thing. You called Jamie.

You knew for a fact Jamie kept emergency pregnancy tests in her dorm. Girl has her priorities. Jamie raced to the house as fast as she could, not believing what you said over the phone. You told her just to walk in and come to Mark’s room since everyone was still sleeping.

You sat on the bed, stressing out, when the bedroom door opened. Your eyes darted up and your breath hitched. Jamie's head poked around, your body relaxed. Jamie looked at you expectedly. You let out a sigh, ‘Look, it just happened.” She rolled her eyes, “You just happened to fall on Mark’s dick?”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, it just all happened so fast and we didn’t want to ruin anything. But it might not even matter at this point, because I might be fucking pregant.” Your eyes began to well, the thought of losing Mark was too much to bear. Jamie came up and wrapped her arms around you. “Don’t apologize, here,” She handed you the test, “Go take it and we can go from there,” Taking the test in your hand, you walked into the bathroom.

After doing your business and peeing on the stick, you put the cap back on and set it on the counter. You set a timer for 3 minutes. You slowly sank to the floor. Never in your life has three minutes seemed so slow. Your phone finally went off, causing you to abruptly stand up, slightly losing your balance in the process.

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamies asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test.

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck.

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Easy On The Eyes - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt: Because I need a break from other stuff.

Warning: (No Stiles’ were hurt during the making of this fan fiction I love you Stiles :’C) None really just cute shit and awkward and sweet Derek Hale.

Description: You got caught up in the fight between the McCall pack and the Dread Doctors a year ago and now you have something to tell the pack but soon after, everything started going according to your plan...well except the mate part.

ENJOY!!!!

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You sat next to Lydia, your hand in hers as Scott stared at the floor with a look of deep thought. Everyone else in the room was silent as they wrapped there head around everything you had just said. You knew it was a lot for someone to take in but they needed to know from you…not from Melissa once you couldn’t walk and she had to get you a carer.

“Why didn’t you tell us from the start…Y/N the things you’ve been doing and getting involved in…you could’ve died…” Scott looked up sadly and you let your eyes fall to the floor in shame.

“I found out last year…after the dread doctors…I thought it was because…Theo threw me into that pipe…but it wasn’t.” Stiles shot a furious glare at Theo who was staring at the floor with guilt.

“Stop it Stiles. If he hadn’t done that I wouldn’t of found out for years or until I couldn’t walk one day. I’m actually grateful for that injury but I don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life…I want you to turn me while I’m strong enough to survive.” You asked with determination all over your face making sure he knew you had thought about it.

“I don-Are you sure?” Scott asked seriously but before you could say anything Derek let out a huff before speaking up.

“Why the hell are you hesitating? She’s ill Scott! With all due respect if she didn’t want it she wouldn’t of asked.” Derek snapped and your eyes shot up to his face in surprise. You and Derek only met shortly after the Anuk-ite attack due to joining Scott shortly after the dread doctors when they saved you from Theo and his band of merry chimera’s.

Derek was quiet but polite enough despite that Stiles calls him sourwolf, however you found him calming to be around. He didn’t speak to you much but he was always looking out for the pack since he’d been back even the members that were new. It helped that he wasn’t too bad to look at with his black stubble, piercing pale green eyes and god like body.

“Woah there sourwolf! Calm your shit. Scott is obviously going to do it if she wants the bite.” Stiles huffed sassily as he stood to get all up Derek’s face.

“Stiles sit your cute little ass down!” Lydia snorted as she grabbed Stiles’ top dragging him back down to his seat at the other side of her.

“Aww you think my ass is cute.” Stiles preened happily as she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

“When would you like to do it?” Scott asked with a sad smile.

“It’s not like we need to arrange it Scott. You have fangs and I have my body wherever we are.” You snorted with a teary laugh earning a laugh from everyone including the parents of the pack which had been pretty quiet until now.

“Where would you feel most comfortable?” Scott asked with a little more humour this time.

“We can do it at the loft?” Derek suggested absently making you smile at him brightly.

“Why would she want to do it at your grubby loft Derek…seriously are you feeling okay today? She needs to be somewhere more sterile.” Stiles grumbled sarcastically and his dad let out a sigh before smacking Stiles round the back of his head.

“Hey that child abuse!” Stiles screeched and his dad raised his brows.

“You’re over 18…technically its just plain old abuse. Though I’m sure the Sheriff will let me off with a warning.” He informed him with a smirk as Stiles just gaped at him.

“I would actually like to do it at the loft it’s the most secluded place so if I lose control we’re far enough from people that one of your can stop me.” You commented reasonably.

“Good point. Since its winter break we have time to help you learn control before your back at Yale.” Scott replied causally and you suddenly went silent, frozen in place.

“I’m not going back to Yale I’m transferring to the same school as you Scott.” Suddenly Melissa’s voice was booming.

“Like hell you’re giving up Yale! Why would you want to transfer!? You got into a blue collar school on full scholarship honey…” Melissa looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

“Because I’m not happy there! I’m too far away…everyone at that school is either a genius or an asshole! I hate it I miss my pack…I was an orphan before this and now I have a whole family…I don’t want to be away from you guys.” You muttered sadly as you stared up at the closest person you had to a mother these days.

“Are you that miserable there?” She asked, guilt written all over her face.

“Yes…” You muttered slowly and she just nodded before walking over to you and dragging you up to wrap her arms around you.

“Okay honey.” Melissa whispered soothingly into your hair as you clung to her like a life line.

“I would like to do it tomorrow…my health isn’t too bad right now but that could change on any given day and I don’t wanna risk it.” You stated calmly as Melissa pulled away from you and everyone nodded quietly.

The rest of the night was perfect, you all had dinner while talking about classes and how relationships were going. Malia and Scott were still together, Lydia and Stiles were going strong, Mason and Corey are enjoying their first year at college together. Melissa was still seeing Chris surprisingly, Noah was still single but you’d told him about the new owner of the diner that found the Sheriff attractive earning a groan from Stiles and a laugh from everyone else.

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You stared at the loft doors with serious determination, your heart racing a mile a minute as your fingers twitched against the cold hard metal handle. You nod to yourself as you yanked the door open to see Derek and Scott stood around the table in the lofts entrance.

You gave Scott a small smile before sending a nod to Derek in thanks for letting you use the loft. Scott gave you a sad smile in return like he was giving you some sort of death sentence but for you it was going to be a better life.

“Are you sure?” Scott asked on last time as you lifted your top so Scott could bite your abdomen.

“Yes I’m sure.” You huffed with a humoured smile as Derek let out a growl.

“Okay I got it Derek. Jeez you’re really demanding for a beta.” Scott snorted playfully before he bent down and bit your waist gently. You heard yourself let out a scream but after that everything went black.

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“-she’ll wake up soon just stop pacing.” You heard a voice say at the side of you but you couldn’t open your eyes.

“I know but it’s been 24 hours Scott this isn’t normal…They either get stronger or get weaker…I’ve never seen someon—her heart rate changed…Y/N?” It was Scott and Derek.

You sniffed the air and suddenly the scent of something hit your nose and you eyes shot open. You sat up and looked at Scott with a frown. You stood up cautiously and began sniffing Scott which made his eyes widen. You frown as you realised as much as you could tell he was your Alpha that wasn’t what smelt so good.

You head spun round instantly and you eyes locked with Derek. It was him…why did he smell so good? You thought absently as you turned around completely and walked over to him. His eyes flashed blue at you making your flash in return.

“You smell so good…” You whispered as you started circling him as you smelt his body.

“Derek what the hell is happening?” Scott muttered with wide eyes from across the room.

“I may have failed to mention I was 98% certain she’s my mate…but only when your wolves can you detect it from both sides…” Derek chuckled awkwardly as he blushed under your constant attentions but never moved away.

“Mate?” You perked up at the word and nuzzled against Derek’s neck as he allowed you to hang off his neck like a monkey as you practically climbed him like a tree.

“Okay this is because she’s a new wolf…she’ll learn to control it eventually…maybe I should go until she can control it?” Derek whispered and you instantly started growling.

“Mine.” You snapped as Scott tried to approach.

“I have zero intention of stealing Derek, Y/N you can keep him.” Scott muttered as he got closer but the second he took one step you launched, so before you could make contact, Scott let out an almighty roar than made even Derek’s knee’s wobble as you cowered low to the ground.

You blinked and suddenly felt a little more yourself thought you could still smell how good Derek smelt but now you knew better than to climb a man you barely knew like he was Mount Everest. You looked at Derek in horror and then at Scott with an exasperated look to why he let you climb Derek before doing his alpha roar.

“S-Sorry Derek I d-didn’t mean to do that…” You stuttered until you remembered what he’d said.

“It’s okay…I get the urges but I’m a born wolf so…I can control it. I’m sorry I should’ve told you before you took the bite but…your health…” Derek looked so guilty so when you started laughing he looked…shocked wasn’t a word that could do his face justice.

“You don’t have to apologise…you being my mate would’ve just been another reason for me to turn. What girl in the world doesn’t fantasies about having one man or in this case werewolf made to be her perfect match? It helps that you’re easy on the eyes and have a six pack.” You joked and Scott looked horrified by what you had said like you said the wrong thing but suddenly Derek started laughing and Scott looked even more worried and you suddenly remembered this was the first time you’d seen the older man laugh and it was the most beautiful thing you think you’d ever seen.

“You broke Derek.” Scott snorted as Derek finally stopped laughing.

“Shut up Scott.” Derek grumbled and suddenly he was back to his usual stoic self.

“Yeah Scott shut up.” You teased as Scott’s phone started ringing. The second he answered you heard Melissa’s voice over the phone asking his a million questions.

“She’s awake mom. Yes you can come over.” Scott huffed as his mother hung up so she could make her way over.

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Within twenty minutes the whole pack was in the loft with smiles but all the new smells made you uneasy so you involuntarily moved closer to Derek and you almost thought you’d gotten away with it too but Lydia’s voice echoed through the loft and everyone was looking.

“What was that?” She sassed as she pointed between you and Derek.

“What was what?” You muttered innocently as you fought the urge to creep closer to Derek again.

“You know what. You moved closer to Derek. Scott’s your alpha and we’ve known you longer…yet you moved closer to the one wolf you know less than anyone in this pack.” Lydia stated like she had you pegged.

“No I did not.” You scoffed as your eyes flickered to Derek who looked strangely amused.

“You just gonna stand there and let this interrogation ensue? I will take you down with me.” You hissed softly and he just smirked, his arms crossing defiantly.

“I’m Derek’s mate. He hid it from us.” You threw him straight under the metaphorical bus and he looked terrified.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Derek grumbled as everyone stared at them in shock.

“I can’t believe you weren’t gonna help me. Some mate you are.” You huffed with a childish glare and suddenly Derek let out a whine and your eyes shot open fully.

“Aww I didn’t mean that I’m sorry.” You sighed sadly and he nodded with a blush on his face.

“Sourwolf has been tamed…It’s a miracle.” Stiles cheered sarcastically and Lydia slapped his arm scoldingly.

“Why does everyone think its okay to slap me?” Stiles whined with an exasperated sigh.

“Because you never learn to keep your mouth closed.” Lydia sasses back making Stile shrink instantly.

“Congratulations if anyone deserves a mate in this world its you dear nephew.” Peter stated with a sad smile.

“I don’t know much about wolves but I’d say we should probably leave them to talk about it together…alone. Let’s go you supernatural young adults and fellow pack parents.” Melissa shouted sassily as she round everyone up but not before pulling you into a motherly hug.

“I’m happy this went better than anyone had expected. I like Hale, he’s loyal and in this world that all I can ask for you. I know I didn’t give birth to you but I have loved being a mother figure for the short year you were still a kid…” Melissa whispered softly, tears in her eyes as she wiped the already fallen ones from your face.

“I could be 30 and you’d still be the only person I’d ever consider a mother. Thank you for everything you have done for me.” You sobbed happily as she pulled you into another hug.

“I’m kind of glad you’re coming home. I’ve missed you…Scott wont let me paint his nails.” Melissa chuckled humorously before pulling away.

“Me too…I love you.” You muttered through a laugh.

“I love you too kiddo. Also Chris got back from France while you were sleeping. He brought you a present.” Melissa called over her shoulder as she turned to leave.

“Someone’s trying to earn brownie points?” You giggled and she shot you a wink before leaving out the loft door, Scott pulling it shut as he turned green with disgust as he tried to ignore what he’d just heard.

The second everyone had driven off you turned to Derek with shy smile. You had no idea how you supposed to act now everyone was gone. He was your mate but you barely knew one another and that was evident by how still Derek was.

“Was it hard not acting on your impulses?” You whispered as you resisted the urge to reach for him.

“Very…It doesn’t help that you’re so sweet to everyone…” Derek grumbled and you frowned softly as if asking what he meant but he shook his head.

“If we’re going to be mates…maybe should be more open with each other?” You suggested gently and Derek let out a sigh but nodded in agreement.

“When other wolves or supernaturals come near you…my wolf see’s them as competition…since we’re not completely mated.” He admitted awkwardly.

“S-So if I hugged Liam?” You asked nervously and Derek let out a growl in reply earning a smile from you.

“Okay…got it. How do we mate completely?” You asked curiously making Derek’s eyes widen.

“Exchanging bites…during a full moon…usually done during…ya know.” Derek flung his hands around like you knew what he meant and you caught on pretty quick but you didn’t let him know you just turned your head to the side looking at him innocently.

“I’m going to hell.” Derek groaned and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.

His eyes shot up at the sound when he finally realised you knew what he meant. He shot you a glare, his arms crossing angrily as he stared you down. You gave a sweet smile in return, as you approached him slowly. He froze as you got closer as if he was trying to stop himself from touching you.

“I’m not that innocent Derek. You mean we need to bite one another whilst in the midst of some passionate full moon sex?” You snickered and Derek flushed but nodded in reply.

“Sounds kinky.” You giggled as you chest your chest against at Derek’s arms that were still folded.

“Once we mate…we’re together forever… you understand that right? If one of us dies then other will likely have to be put down…” Derek spoke seriously and your eyes widened at his words.

“W-Why?” You whispered fearfully.

“Because its documented that the few mates that have lost their other half go feral…but most mates die at the same time of old age usually.” Derek stated sadly as he reached for you only to pull back at the last second.

“Oh…well don’t die on me then.” You whispered with mild humour but mostly seriousness.

“C-Can I…never mind.” Derek huffed under his breath.

“Kiss me? Hug me?” You asked as he blushed.

“I’m so down for either.” You added and his eyes widened momentarily before softening.

Instead of words Derek’s arms circled your waist as his lips pushed against yours with a firm yet loving pressure that made your wolf howl. You gripped his t-shirt as his right hand cupped your cheek so gently you hardly believed it was the same, full shifting vicious black wolf that you’d seen in battle, yet it was. As he pulled away you let out a little whine before sending him a pout which made him smile happily.

“Yeah…nope…you’re gonna have to bring that right back on in here wolf man.” You stated as you pulled him down, Derek smiled into the kiss but happily obliged with you commanding request.

“Yep you’ve ruined me. Never letting you out my paws now.” You chuckled sweetly and Derek shook his head at your confidence before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Come on its only 8 how about I take you out for dinner?” Derek asked, a smirk slipping onto his face as his eyebrow raised in a playful way.

“Are you asking me on a date Derek Hale?” You giggled equally as playful.

“If you call the local Italian place a date.” Derek muttered with a slight blush on his face.

“Let’s go DerBear.” You giggled as you skipped towards you door.

“Yeah that’s not gonna be a thing.” Derek grumbled as he grabbed his keys.

“Mhmm yeah it is my lovely mate.” You argued as you ran off ahead of him.

You knew this was just the beginning for you and Derek but you couldn’t help the amount of affection you could already feel for the older man. He was sweet with you which probably helped since you knew he wasn’t one to be over affectionate even with Scott who he loves like a brother but you couldn’t help but be happy it was only you who could have him like this.

You couldn’t wait to find out what your lives had in store for you and your mate.

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: After what occurred at the hockey formal, you need to avoid Aegon at any cost. Easier said than done

rating: Explicit (detailed warning below the cut)

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 6: Consequences ~ next chapter

warnings: p*ssy eating, use of vibrator, oral s*x (female receiving), overstimulation, p*ssy slapping, fingering, multiple orgasms, crying

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Sara was right. You needed to end things with Aegon.

But how?

You spent the remainder of the hockey banquet glued to Cregan’s side. Aegon was easy enough to avoid, as he was actively engaged in conversation with Lydia Tyrell. Which for some reason sent your stomach turning. How could he hook up with you so easily and then go talk to her like nothing happened?

Though you suppose you were doing the same with Cregan.

He even invited you to his apartment.

“We could watch a movie,” Cregan suggested, his eyes hopeful, “I’ll promise not to hog the covers.”

You bit your lip at the enticing offer. But the dull ache between your thighs answered for you.

“Maybe another time?” you told him gently.

You didn’t miss the flash of disappointment in his eyes. You reach out and touch his arm, the muscles of his biceps rippling beneath your touch.

“I promise, I’m just tired,” you told him.

Cregan smiles at you.

“Of course, we’ll do it another time,” he tells you, taking your hand in his.

He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before bidding you goodnight.

As you returned to your apartment (without Sara who decided to stay over Jace’s) you slumped into bed, fully clothed.

“Shit.” you spoke aloud, “SHIT!”

The following day was spent tracking down Aemond Targaryen. You had run into Helaena in the dining hall, though find yourself almost unable to maintain eye contact with your friend. You felt so guilty, knowing that she had warned you. Knowing she would likely castrate her brother if she ever found out. You couldn’t do that to her.

“How was the formal?” she asks, violet eyes wide and curious.

What, you think I’m not a gentleman?

Aegon’s voice echoes in your mind, his touch lingers on your skin. You’d showered three times the night after the formal and still you can feel him. It made your heart ache.

“It was okay, pretty average,” you tell her, heat rising to your cheeks, “Have you seen your brother?”

“Egg?”

“What?” you ask nervously, “No, no Aemond.”

Helaena raises an eyebrow at your reaction. Helaena doesn’t miss a thing. She reads people like it's her job.

“Um, the library I think?” she says and you turn quickly to make your departure.

“Thanks, Hel, love you!”

“Yeah, love you too!” she calls, brow still furrowed.

She stands watching you leave, watching as you nearly run into Tony Greyjoy, causing him to drop his tray to the floor. Helaena raises her eyebrows as Tony glares at you.

“Weird,” she murmurs before returning to her lunch.

As you enter the library, Aemond is easily spotted at the first table when you enter, a pile of books strewn around him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, barely looking up as you stand beside his chair.

“Y/N,” he says, acknowledging your presence.

“Hey,” you tell him, emptying the contents of your book bag on the table.

Aemond drops his hand from his face, looking up at you with an expression of annoyance.

“What’s this?”

“Your philosophy stuff,” you tell him, “If Aegon comes looking, just give it to him.”

Aemond frowns.

“I thought you were tutoring him?”

“Yeah um, our arrangement kind of ended,” you tell him, “Just let him have this, yeah?”

“Why can’t you give it to him?”

“No reason, it’s just yours, I thought I’d give it back to you first,” you tell him, getting more annoyed the more he questions you.

Aemond looks you up and down before sighing.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“What?” you say, a little too loudly, “Why would you say that?”

“You did,” he confirms, nodding, “Great. Yeah, I’ll get these to Aegon.”

“Aemond please don’t-”

“Relax,” he cuts you off, “it’s none of my business.”

You close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing. Aemond curls his lip at your reaction looking you up and down.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

“Sure,” he says, returning to his books.

Weirdo.

You leave the library in a hurry, racing down the front steps. You must have the absolute worst luck because what are the odds Aegon is heading toward the library right now? Silver hair messy, a pair of black sweats, and a white t-shirt on Aegon smiles when he sees you. Arryx is with him, saying something that Aegon doesn’t bother listening to.

“Hey!” Aegon calls but you lower your head and turn to walk in the opposite direction.

Aegon frowns slightly watching you hurry off, head down shoving your AirPods into your ears. You don’t look back, heart pounding and cheeks flushed.

“Huh. She’s avoiding me,” Aegon says, a smile on his face when he says it.

“What dude?” Arryx asks.

“Nothing,” Aegon says, laughing to himself.

You want to avoid Aegon by any means necessary, including future hockey games. Sara nearly dragged you there by force.

“Aegon is not ruining hockey season!” she insisted, grabbing your arm.

Cregan found you before the game, placing a quick kiss against your lips.

“There you are,” he says smiling at you, hair secured in a low bun at the base of his skull.

He looks incredible with his hockey gear on, the gold jersey catching the light. In his hands he holds his white practice jersey, the name Stark across the back along with the number 10.

“Wear it?” he asks, with a lopsided grin adorning his handsome face.

You nod, blushing as he kisses your cheek before returning to the ice. The game tonight was against the Lions, a notoriously tough team from an elite neighboring university. It took money to get in there, and the team practiced year-round. It was bound to be an interesting game.

Though your mind was hardly on the game as the team took to the ice. You kept watching Aegon, trying desperately not to. Trying instead to focus on Cregan in the goal. But somehow your eyes kept drifting to the number 29.

Aegon was an animal on the ice, moving on his skates as though he was flying. Easily dodging past players, yelling obscenities, and getting into more than one physical altercation with other players.

It wasn’t until near the end of the game, Aegon began to push his luck, taunting one of the other players until he was slammed into the plexiglass. Your eyes widen as Aegon grins, as though he’s not being held against the wall of the rink.

Aegon’s eyes meet yours; you’re close, just a couple of rows away from the edge of the rink. He holds your gaze for a moment, his smile faltering as he drags his eyes over the jersey you wear. Your cheeks flush scarlet as he brings his gaze back to your face before the referee tugs the player off of him and he’s whisked away.

You stand on shaky legs, trying to leave behind Sara. She frowns.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“I need some air,” you tell her, “Just find me after!”

You stay outside for the remainder of the game, hands shaking in the cold. Shit. You’re really feeling something. You just have to stay away from him. Stay away from him, and be with Cregan. Then everything will be fine.

The following days go by without incident. It seems like you’re doing a good job at avoiding Aegon. You spend time with Cregan on campus, even going with him on a solo date to the movies. But you’re taking things slow with him, trying to keep things light.

A knock startles you as you’re watching Netflix. You’ve been camped out in your apartment for the most part, trying to avoid Aegon. Assuming Sara forgot her keys again, you hurry to the door and fling it open without a second thought.

Aegon smiles at you as you open it, placing his hand on the door when you attempt to close it. A frown appears on his face as you struggle to close the door.

“When did you become so rude, bunny?” he teases as you huff in annoyance.

“I’m busy,” you tell him.

“With what?” he counters.

“Stuff,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Mhmm okay,” he says, rocking on his heels, “Well I only need a moment of your time.”

You look him up and down.

“What do you want?”

“The philosophy flashcards.”

A flash of pain goes through you. Just study stuff. Sure. Makes sense. Aegon is only into one-time hookups. Got it.

“I gave everything to Aemond,” you tell him.

“Not the flashcards.”

It's true, you kept those for yourself. Hey, you need to pass the class too.

“No, I need the flashcards,” Aegon tells you pouting, “C’mon those helped the most and I know you have them.”

You stare him down for a moment, but the pleading look remains on his handsome face.

“Fine,” you tell him.

You lead him into your room, despite your better judgment. You can hear him following behind, his soft steps echoing your own. You open the door and hurry over to your desk, eager to get him the flashcards he needs so he can leave. Thankfully, with your back turned he can’t see the blush forming on your cheeks.

“I think these are all the ones I have,” you say, shuffling through them while turning around.

You nod, confirming your thoughts before holding them out to him.

“Thank you,” he says, his fingers brushing against yours while smiling.

You give him an awkward smile back. He flips through the flashcards.

“If you have any more questions, you should ask Aemond,” you begin to ramble, “I gave everything back to hi-”

“Do you have a vibrator?” he interrupts.

You choke on your last word. Aegon looks up at you innocently between his silver lashes.

“What?”

“A vibrator, do you own one?”

He says it like it’s a perfectly normal question for him to be asking you.

“Why?” you ask him, eyes wide.

Aegon tosses the flashcards back on your desk.

“Because I want to play a game,” he says, his head shaking slightly, as though he’s surprised you even asked.

What the fuck?

“A game?” you ask as he steps closer.

“Mhmm,” he says, fighting a smirk now.

“What kind of game?” you ask, as his fingers ghost against your waist.

“How many times can I make Y/N come, before her roommate comes home?” he tells you, very matter of fact.

Your jaw is on the floor.

“You’ve never played that game before?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“No,” you manage to say somehow.

Aegon only smiles, pulling you toward him.

“What if Sara comes back early?” you ask as he leads you to your bed.

“I texted Jace,” Aegon says, hands already shimmying your sweats from your body, “he’s got her preoccupied.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Jace is helping you distract my roommate?”

“He likes her a lot,” Aegon tells you, removing your panties.

You look away from him, feeling awkward.

“Lucky Sara,” you breathe, feeling Aegon’s breath on your center.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs, spreading your folds with his fingers.

Your cheeks burn at his filthy words.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you snap, feeling bratty.

Aegon cocks an eyebrow at your snide remark.

“I don’t,” he tells you, gathering some wetness on his thumb before beginning to massage your clit, “besides, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen. It would have been a lie to say it to anyone else.”

“Aegon,” you hiss, back arching ever so slightly at the minimal pressure.

You’re not sure if you want him to keep talking or stop.

“What?” he murmurs, a half smirk on his face as he looks up between your legs.

“Shut up,” you tell him, gripping your comforter, cheeks burning.

You feel a sharp smack against your clit and you yelp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“This can go one of two ways,” Aegon purrs, circling your clit once more, “I can treat you like the good girl I know you are, or the bad one you’re pretending to be.”

It’s hard to breathe.

“The top drawer,” you tell him, “of my nightstand.”

Aegon grins and moves toward your nightstand, rummaging through it until he finds the small pink silk bag. Revealing the small hot pink vibrator he turns it in his hands.

“Pretty small,” he comments.

“Gets the job done,” you tell him, heart beating erratically.

Aegon moves his eyes toward you, flashing another grin. His fingers press the buttons and the vibrator springs to life.

“Have you made your decision?” he murmurs, crouching between your legs.

“What?” you ask, jumping slightly as Aegon presses the vibe against your clit.

He swirls it around, gathering some of your juices before rolling it against the sensitive button.

“Are you my good girl, or my bad one?” he asks, violet eyes darkened with lust.

He dips the vibe lower, right around your entrance letting the pulsations flutter against your clenching hole.

“Aegon,” you whimper, letting your hand run down to tug on his hair.

He pulls away from your grip, angling the vibe back up so it sits directly on your clit. The vibrations pulse at a delicious speed and you can feel your orgasm tingling in your abdomen, building and cresting into a pleasurable wave about to crash.

“Are you going to cum?” Aegon asks, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you manage, legs shaking as your orgasm crashes over you.

Aegon pulls the vibe away, letting your high spread throughout your limbs.

“That’s one,” he murmurs, “Keep count, would you?”

Your brain is fuzzy but you manage a nod. You expect to feel the tingling of the vibe on your pussy but instead are greeted with a stinging slap against your sensitive mound. You cry out, abs clenching together at the sensation before Aegon’s hand slides down your soaked pussy, stroking where he previously slapped.

“Shhh,” he coos, letting his fingers curl into you.

A tear runs down your cheek as he begins fingering you, the lingering sting from his slap still aching as he uses his free hand to press the vibe back against your clit. Pleasure washes over you, your head lolling back onto the pillow once more.

“You know, I think I decided for you,” he tells you, “You were acting like a bad girl after all.”

Your heart pounds with his words, fingers clawing against your bedsheets trying to find any semblance of reality to cling to. All you can focus on is the curling of Aegon’s fingers in perfect tandem with the pulsations against your clit. A soft moan leaves your lips.

“You have fun at the game?” Aegon asks, “You've been having fun with Stark?”

“Aegon- fuck!” your words come out in a squeak as your second orgasm takes you by surprise, washing over you.

Aegon removes his fingers, delivering another harsh slap to your throbbing pussy. A sharp whine escapes you and Aegon holds your thighs down to keep you from bringing your knees together.

“Answer me,” he growls, dipping his fingers back in your dripping center.

“Wha-?” you half sob as he touches the vibrator ever so gently against your throbbing clit.

“Have you been having fun?” Aegon repeats slowly, as he curls his fingers against your sensitive walls.

“What do you mean?” you cry out, leaning up on your elbows to look at him.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says, tilting his head and watching his fingers go in and out.

You’re going to come again; you almost don’t want to, knowing the pain that will undoubtedly follow. It’s no use though, with how well he curls his fingers, the way he presses the vibrator against you. That’s three, three orgasms holy shi-

“Ah!” you cry out as his hand slaps your tender pussy once more.

“Say you’re sorry,” Aegon says casually, dragging his finger through your soaked folds.

Tears blur your vision as he drags the vibrator against you, the same path his finger took. You don’t know how much more of this sweet torture you can take. Aegon looks up at you and then, watches a tear roll down your cheek.

“C’mon, say you’re sorry for avoiding me, bunny,” he tells you, voice rough as gravel.

You’re practically panting, nipples straining against the fabric of your t-shirt, sweat making your hair cling to the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lower lip wobbling.

“Sorry for what?” he asks, violet eyes wide and innocent.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Aegon,” he repeats, adding his name at the end, and raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Aegon,” you manage.

He smiles, looking like a cat who finally got his cream.

“I forgive you,” he says, before leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your center.

He tosses your vibrator on the bed, forgotten, as his tongue works its way inside you. The metal of his tongue ring is a brutal juxtaposition to the warmth of his tongue as he fucks you with it; curling his tongue against your spongy inner walls. His nose teases your overly sensitive clit and almost embarrassingly soon you’re nearly screaming his name, soaking his face with your fourth orgasm.

As Aegon pulls away, you slump back against the bed feeling utterly exhausted. Aegon stands up, moving over to place a kiss on your lips. Aegon doesn’t kiss like Cregan; there’s no gentleness to it. It’s all hot, desperate want; as though he needs the air in your lungs in order to stay alive.

You moan against him, fingers ghosting up his sides, underneath his shirt. When he pulls away he’s smiling, that Aegon smile he always wears. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it,” Aegon threatens, standing up to leave.

You don't know what comes over you next.

“Promise?” you call, and Aegon stops in the doorway.

He turns slightly, head tilted a wolfish grin on his face as if he’d like nothing more than to flip you over and have his way with you right now.

“Fuck around and find out,” he tells you, “Later bunny.”

Oh, you are in trouble.

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thepringlesofblood · 5 days

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little tidbits of Ragh, Porter, Jace, and Kalina lore from the past two seasons that you probably forgot about

SPOILERS for freshman & sophomore year obvs, as well as up to ep 16 of junior year [which is when I am writing this so if shit changes that's why]

Ragh got the Kalina disease from Porter

Kalina said Lydia Barkrock's name in FHSY - she says "I'm going to go kill Lydia Barkrock"

(source: 2:18:52 of ep 6 of FHSY)

What Ragh saw on prom night freshman year that made him a threat to Kalina: Jace and Arianwen talking to a third, invisible person. Then Porter steps in and does a type of barbarian healing spell that involves blood transfer, infecting Ragh. Then, as Ragh is walking home, Kalina threatens him, as he can see her now. So. BOTH JACE AND PORTER ARE AND HAVE BEEN EXTREMELY SUSPICIOUS INDIVIDUALS FROM THE START.

(source: 49:53 of ep 4 of FHSY)

We have never properly addressed the fact that Fig (and Emily Axford) did not start hating Porter completely out of nowhere. The triggering event was the Corn Cuties Incident at the very beginning of freshman year. In the immediate aftermath, after they go get Vice Principal Goldenrod (aka Kalvaxus), he orders Jace and Porter to keep watch over the crime scene. Fig rolled an insight check to see how Porter was reacting to the whole situation (Jace immediately started screaming at the sight of all the corn and blood and bodies). Brennan tells her 'Porter doesn't look all that surprised'. This is the spark of the Porter distrust.

(source: ep 3 of fantasy high, 20:49 for the insight roll, 32:30 for Jace & Porter going through the crime scene while Riz is hiding and observing)

will update with anything we learn, no guarantees on when tho

speculations meta under the cut

now i hear you screaming crying throwing up saying that Porter has actually been kind of cool lately, and I understand. personally i have not forgiven him for not signing gorgug's mcat in the first place, but i can see gorgug has, and thus many of you have. he does have some good things to say about the importance of anger and being able to channel your aggression.

however, I thought Vice Principal Goldenhoard was kind of cool before the finale of season 1, and I thought A Certain Frosting-haired Motherfucker was kind of cool before ep 9 of acoc - Brennan is excellent at making you trust people you should not be trusting. Also, although we know Porter wasn't in on the palimpsest plan [he gets sucked into one], that doesn't mean he wasn't in contact with Kalina at all.

there's one scenario I can think of in which Porter would be innocent, which I consider to be unlikely but possible.

We're post-Prompocalypse.

Jace has to be evil for this to work. imo Jace is demonstrably some level of evil (the talk w Kalina and Arianwen) but just in case you're on the fence. He also has to know that Porter is infected.

Porter is there, and does not know that he is infected.

If he hasn't been collaborating with Kalina, why would he? It's established that the Shadowcat Plague has no symptoms other than "you can see Kalina", and was spread far beyond just Fallinel.

[e.g. in fhsy, they do a livestream of Kalina, and responses are mixed between people who can see her and people who can't (1:11:38 ep 17)] so he could just have it by happenstance.

Alternately, it's possible that Jace infected Porter at some point over the course of the school year. I'm not saying they fucked (I mean they could've but I don't think that's what happened). It's established that spit can do it too - in the nightmare forest, Kalina tries to get Kristen to bite Riz to reinfect him (20:44 ep 17). Sharing a cup, a bottle, a fork, a whistle, anything your mouth goes on could've done it. Or Porter could've done the blood-sharing healing spell to Jace at some point.

Regardless, Kalina tells Jace that Ragh needs to be infected, Jace tells Porter to go heal Ragh, keeping himself uninvolved.

otherwise it is just too coincidental that Ragh is infected exactly when Kalina needs him to be. Either Porter's in on it, or was manipulated by Jace.

and then Fig's dirty 20 insight check to see that he doesn't look surprised would have to just be him going 'yeah it makes sense that arthur aguefort would do something this batshit, just another day at aguefort adventury academy'

#dimension 20 #d20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #fhsy #fhsy spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #original post #look i've been on fig's side since day one #and im still on it for the most part #ref

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I'm gonna miss one of my classes because I stayed up late to watch the finale of Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies and couldn't sleep afterwards... WELP, ANYWAY.

what a fucking good episode.

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 10 AHEAD!

I've seen people saying they didn't like it that much because it was more relosution of past problems than anything else, but I did love it. The race didn't get to me nearly as much as I thought it would because after being presented with Cynthia and Lydia's situation, and the whole Olivia marrying that predator, I honestly had more things to worry about than any of that, but it was sort of fun.

Anyway, the whole song in the beginning of the girls telling Olivia not to marry that creep ("he's literally just a guy, hit him with your car" vibes) was just amazing. Everyone's vocals were great but holy fucking shit, ARI?? ARE YOU FOR REAL? THE TALENT.

We got a little more of backstory for Lydia and got some sort of hint regarding Cynthia's mom (my theory is she left them when Cynthia was young and sometimes she calls If she's in need of something). I'm loving to get to know these characters better, honestly.

The whole coming out scene between Nancy and Cynthia broke me. Like, literally had me crying and pausing the episode because I couldn't see anything behind the tears! I'm so goddamn glad Nancy talked to Cynthia and accepted them as they are (not that I ever thought she wouldn't), and seeing Cynthia cry, no, sob like that in Nancy's lap was so heartbreaking because their friend accepted them but it's still the fucking 50s and it's scary as hell.

AND THE MIRROR HOUSE SCENE?? WITH CYNTHIA SEARCHING THROUGH FOR LYDIA AND BEING VERY CLOSE BUT THEN AGAIN VERY FAR, UNTIL THEY CONNECTED AT THE END AND FINALLY GET THE RESOLUTION WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!! MY HEART MELTED. THEY'RE ALL IN, LYDIA!

God, I just love love love the mirror house song and scene, it was so well done (I SCREAMED OKAY?? THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING). And Nancy not only preparing Cynthia to go in but encouraging her and even entering the house to make sure Lydia knew Cynthia was serious about their feelings? AMAZING. NANCYCYNTHIA BESTIES, YES.

I also sort of liked that Hazel is now a Pink Lady and sort of didn'? like, I love the message and I totally think If anyone else deserves a chance to be a Pink Lady, it's her... but like, the other four are so connected already because of everything that's happened between them. I'm not saying Hazel couldn't fit into that, but with a bond like theirs it's normal that she'll probably feel left out at least a little bit and that's not what I want.

OHH, AND THE LITTLE NODS TO GREASE AND GREASE 2 WERE SO GOOD. Potato's "speech" to keep things intereseting with Nancy mirroring Sandy's to Danny from the first movie made me cackle and I just looooveeee that they included the Pink Ladies' Pledge, not only the pledge in on itself but also that little part of the song from Grease 2. I loved it!!

The only thing that really bothered me from the episode was the cliffhanger in the end. Because I was expecting like, a cliffhanger and we got, well, name dropped. Which is not bad I guess, I just don't give a shit about whoever this Zuko is and what his relation to Danny is so I'm sort of hanging here for season 2 because If this is the main plot, I'm gonna be tuning in mostly for my favorite characters. Not saying the plot won't be good (because these writers are fenomenal), but it's not as interesting as of now for me personally.

WELL ANYWAY, I'M GONNA GO TO SLEEP NOW BUT I STILL WANT A SEASON 2, YOU HEAR ME PARAMOUNT?? LET'S GO.

#cynthia zdunowski #nancy nakagawa #lydia rotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies spoilers #grease rotpl spoilers #rise of the pink ladies spoilers #rotpl spoilers #grease rise of the pink ladies #grease rotpl #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #olivia valdovinos #jane facciano

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detachedminxsfics · 7 months

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Spit Pt. IX

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Characters: Negan x Alexandrian F!Reader, The Commonwealth

Summary: Your temper lands you in hot water with the Warden leaving you and Negan to find a way to relieve some tension. Set in the events of S11 E22.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: NSFW - Physical violence, vaginal sex, very brief blood play, xtra DILFy S11 Negan

A/N: Oh boy. It has been MONTHS since I last updated and I always think that people are done with this fanfic until one of you comments every now and again and reminds me just how loved this fanfic still is. 😭 So here's me trying to push past writers block and get this outta the drafts with the hopes it'll motivate me to finish the next part sooner. 🤞

The beam of a flashlight being shone directly at your face startled you from your surprisingly deep sleep, the focused light burning your freshly open eyes leaving you squinting and blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the light-induced shapes floating in your vision. You sat up and instinctively shielded your eyes.

"Alright, alright shit. I'm up." You snapped, and the soldier finally moved on and directed it elsewhere.

You didn't remember much after you got off the bus, the temporary amnesia causing you to observe where you were. They'd set up buildings throughout Alexandria to serve as accommodation for the 'prisoners', yours being a small barn jam-packed with uncomfortable bunk beds filled with springs that had been digging into your back all night.

"Move it, prisoner."

You stood to your feet, resisting the need to shoot the soldier a cold, murderous glare and let your feet carry you outside. It was freezing. Whilst he led you to a designated area you found your mind wandering as you tried to ignore the disturbing truth that you were being held captive in your own home. He was trudging you down a path you'd walked thousands of times over several years, a path walked side by side with people so close you considered them family, and the cruel persistence of some sort of homesickness takes up the forefront of your mind. You were home but it wasn't yours anymore; it was alienating to say the least. The only thing you were relieved by was seemingly no sight of Maggie, Lydia, Rosita and a few of the others. They were still out there somewhere, and they'd find their way back to you all soon enough. He led you to a point in the woods outside the perimeter and ordered you to haul logs to and from the wood chopping station, your destination being a rather large wheelbarrow around half a mile from where you had to retrieve the logs in the first place. How convenient. You propped the first hunk of wood on your shoulder, wincing a little from the way it weighed down on you and caused a sharp pain to shoot through the crook of your neck, and started to walk. You largely underestimated how the added physical task would encumber you and just how much that would prolong an otherwise relatively short trip, the ache forming in your neck getting more intense by the minute. With your eyes having been fixed to the ground and the assortment of leaves crunching beneath your boots you glanced up, your breath hitching when you saw him. Negan was on his way back, his empty hands and the direction he was heading in suggesting that you'd been put on the same post. His eyes wandered towards yours, locking in an intense, concerned stare. The strain on your body was written all over your features and when he got close enough he prompted you to stop, carefully putting his arm out in front of you.

"Hey hey, just put it down."

You narrowed your eyes at him, and some of the fear from the thought of being seen talking to him fed your brusque and unappreciative tone.

"I got it, move Negan."

Negan rolled his eyes and reached out to lift it from your shoulders, propping it onto his own and causing your grip to naturally loosen on it. You hissed at the sudden removal of weight from your shoulder, the relief undeniable, and your eyes met his. He supported the end of the log with one hand, his free hand lifting to pass over the side of your neck and to your shoulder, applying a slight pressure that alleviated some of the tension in your muscles whilst a soft smile teased at his lips.

"There's no use in you pulling a muscle. Go get a smaller one and I'll take this. Hell, I'll even walk you back."

You briefly surveyed the surrounding forestry to ensure you couldn't be seen and then shook your head with a small laugh.

"I can't ask you to do that. Besides, you're not getting any younger, Negan. You probably need the slack more than me."

It was a playful insight, but plenty of sincerity as to whether Negan should be going out of his way to help you or not.

"I weren't asking, I'm telling baby."

When he stood before you like this, the eyes that once cast sheer terror over you now kind and full of light. And his lips, the ones that once smiled as he bludgeoned your found family to an early grave now tempting, the need to feel them moving against yours wildly contrasting their otherwise dark past, his dark past, it left you submerged in utter conflict. The further you plunged into the rabbit hole that was the man before you, the closer you got to having to explain this to the one person you loved most, the woman that Negan had undoubtedly devastated for life in one night. It was an impossible task.

"C'mon, let's make a move before we get our asses caught."

He started a slow walk back, and you smiled a little before following shortly after.

For what it was worth, the day was running quite smoothly. It turns out Negan managed to sweet talk Ezekiel into forming some sort of union, and you'd gotten willingly roped into the plan they'd laid out. Negan was in charge of the piece of cloth mapping out the footpath of the soldiers and detailing the times of their shifts, a responsibility that you were surprised they had trusted him with. So when Magna pulled you aside and whispered an update on the soldier's positioning before moving on you knew it was your job to pass the information onto Negan, something you weren't surprised by being tasked with considering you'd been mostly working on the same post all morning, which placed you closest to him. You bide your time, sparing the troops in the surrounding area a quick glance to see where their attention was directed, and then seized the moment the second the nearest's head turned. Negan was standing by the workbench, back facing you as you moved to him in fast steps, your fingers closing around the crook of his arm as you leaned in.

"Two in the perimeter and four inside." You whispered into his ear.

He kept his line of sight straight ahead to seem more inconspicuous and muttered an 'okay', your fingers trailing down his arm to trace over the sleeve of his black hoodie as they lingered for a little longer than they should have, and then you parted from him. It was only a brief trip in Negan's direction, but supposedly long enough to make the nearest geared-up lackey feel as though you were slacking. You'd been sifting through a heap of junk nearby, your job being to separate any rock and place it in a bucket lying on the ground next to you. Twigs and the occasional rubble would dig into your knees whilst you knelt on the forest floor, the leaves it was blanketed with doing nothing to alleviate the both physical and mental discomfort of the repetitive, tiresome task you'd been repeating for at least the last hour. So when you returned to the spot you'd made for yourself on the ground to discover a soldier pointedly waiting for you, the narrow of his eyes just daring you to take accountability for your unfinished work, you knew you were in for it.

"This is yours, right prisoner?" He gestured down to the bucket on the ground with the tilt of his head, and you gave a silent, composed nod.

You should've seen it then, the cruelty flitting through his stare. Carelessly he raised his boot and kicked it over, a slight clang ringing out as the sole of his shoe collided with the metal, and the tumbling of rocks poured out onto the ground at his feet. Your hard work. Your fists clenched, the resentment coursing through your veins. He just looked at you like you were an idiot.

"Well, go on prisoner. Pick it up."

It was sadistic, as though he got off on the power of forcing you into having to get on your hands and knees to fix the mess he made like you were some kind of animal. You kept your mouth closed, demonstrating some restraint. Besides, the silent glare you gave was perfectly 'go fuck yourself' enough, it hardly needed to be paired with words. When it was obvious you had no intention of getting onto the ground he stepped forward enough to reach past you and grasped the collar of your shirt, using the grip on the fabric to yank you down to the ground, the material choking you slightly on the way down. You landed on the floor with a thud, sticks digging into your skin from having fallen with flattened palms to protect your face from a similar fate, the now broken skin on some parts of your fingers making you hiss. You took a moment just to find your bearings, your stare fixed on the scattered rocks in front of you as you processed what had just happened, and then felt it. Rage. Your hands shook, and all your composure was gone in a moment.

"You put your hands on me again and I'll break your fucking fingers." It was flat, straight to the point.

You were giving him an out, an opportunity to avoid the temptation of the rocks in front of you, and what it would feel like to crack it against the skull of his pitifully empty head. There was a pause, and you glimpsed up at him curious as to the nature of his silence. You shouldn't have, the bastard was smiling, practically ecstatic with having provoked you into losing your shit.

"That kind of talk is perfect to earn a talk with the warden, prisoner. Anything else?"

You snapped. You had enough sense not to bludgeon him to death, but not enough to not pounce on him. You tackled him to the ground, hovering above him similar to the confrontation you'd had with that man in the Claimers all those years ago, except this time there'd be no turned tables, no chance of letting him overpower you. He wasn't even wearing his helmet, the opportunity practically presenting itself. You delivered your first blow, bringing your fist down against the side of his face, then another, and another, until you were wildly bringing your knuckles against his face over and over, the adrenaline numbing the soon-to-be ache in your knuckles. Despite the sound of ringing in your ears, the white noise muting and dampening your senses, you could discern the many sets of quickened footsteps approaching you, the warning of an oncoming storm of soldiers, but you didn't give a shit. The feel of arms hooking under yours to hoist you away from the altercation was the last thing you expected, your initial means to thrash and attack whoever would attempt to stop you getting lost with the feel of his arms wrapping around your body, and you turned your head to confirm exactly who those limbs belonged to. Negan spared you a worried glance before directing his attention straight ahead, watching the soldiers flood in to assist their bloodied and beaten comrade on the floor, and kept you tight to his chest. He knew this would go wrong, and that getting involved meant putting his head on the chopping block for you.

"Her!" One of the soldiers yelled with a pointed finger, the assertion springing three of them into action as they stormed in your direction.

Negan took steps back with you still in his arms, your feet clumsily following his as you made a collectively hopeless attempt to delay the confrontation, but to no avail. The first soldier to reach you raised his baton with the hopes of cracking it across either one of you, hopeful that the impact would split you two up, but Negan had other ideas. He spun you in time with the swing of the steel instrument, and you felt him jolt against your back as the steel met his, the sensation of pain working through his spine.

"Negan!" You tried to claw his arms off of you to suffer the rest of the soldier's frustration, but it was no use.

Negan was determined to endure the worst of it all and to keep the focus of the most volatile and vicious soldier. The delivery of the second hit finally buckled his legs, the pain drawing a groan out of his throat as he sunk to his knees still shielding your body with his, but the third time was a charm. His arms fell from you, and you scrambled forward as the other two rounded Negan to reach you. You felt the first kick, the steel toe cap of a combat boot slamming against the middle of your back making you grit your teeth, and then it went from one boot to a pair, the two of them just kicking the everloving shit out of you. Though only lasting a quarter of a minute you felt every slow, agonising millisecond of the assault up until the moment you heard a shout, and everything slowed to a stop. It was so silent you could practically hear a pin drop. The kicking ceased and you managed to lift your head enough to see what had halted them. The warden. He often stood on an elevated area of the ground by his office to oversee the operation and ensure things were running smoothly, and well, this wasn't exactly smooth sailing.

"That's enough! Bring the girl, and we'll deal with that one later." The warden commanded, the order leaving the two soldiers to roughly haul you upright, the denim clinging to your knees dragging along the ground as they held you by your arms.

For the half a second you had you lifted your head to take a glimpse at Negan he had his head turned to look at you, eyes ablaze with solicitude as the soldier above him kept him pinned to the floor with a knee on his chest, his gaze never leaving yours. You tried to fight the oncoming headache as the ground passed beneath you, the many shades of autumn leaves becoming but a blur with the pace at which they heaved you along. There was an aching in your spine, a sharp pang of pain that had you hissing on occasion, though you could do nothing but wait to be dropped wherever the warden wanted you.

Eventually, the leaves turned to floor, and you were lifted and dropped rather harshly into a wooden chair, the carelessness with which you were placed making you ground your feet against the floor to remain in your seat. The soldiers walked off without one word, closing the door behind them and leaving you in an empty room. You could make out that this was where the warden resided, which wasn't difficult to figure out due to the rather apparent commonwealth flag hanging over a portion of the back wall. It was their very own indication of having conquered your home causing it to be posted up all over the place and hung proudly over the gated entrance to Alexandria. If you ever got out of this mess, you'd burn it.

"You have been quite the handful, prisoner."

The sound of the warden's voice made you aware of his presence, the door behind you clicking shut as he made his way inside and then walked past you to stand behind his desk.

"Yeah, I tend to have a knack for that." You remarked, the comment etching irritation into his features.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" He started whilst rounding his desk to stand in front of you. "This was found after your friend's rather pathetic display of heroics."

He tossed the piece of cloth Negan had been using to keep track of the soldier's routines at you, and you grabbed it as it slowly descended towards your chest. You made a point of looking at it with furrowed, confused brows.

"Okay? I've never seen this before, I don't know shit about it."

The warden let a small patronising smile paint his lips, almost as if he was entertaining your lie for a moment, and then it faded.

"And I don't believe that for one second. So you tell me which one of the people in your little rebellion is responsible for this, or you're never gonna see any of those people again."

You clenched your jaw, narrowed eyes shooting daggers at him, and said nothing. Your silence caused him to look off to the side contemplatively and let out a long sigh, his gaze averting back to yours after a moment.

"I'm disappointed. I admire your loyalty, truly, I could use more people like you. But you're prioritising the wrong things."

The mere suggestion that you'd be suited to help run an operation like this made you bite your tongue, your only retaliation being the way you threw the cloth back at him.

"So, we done here?"

The warden hated that he hadn't made you cower, hated how resistant you were to his intimidation and threats, and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get off the hook with an attitude like this. There'd be consequences to come for your defiant actions, and it was just something you'd have to wait to discover the extent of.

"Fine. My men will take you back."

He waved his hand to signal the two soldiers stationed at the door to come forth, and you were being hauled up by the arms before you knew it, your shoes scuffing against the floor as they dragged you back out. You heard the warden muttering something over a radio on your way out, from what you could make out something along the lines of another one of the commonwealth's locations, and presumably, that being wherever you were next headed. Shit. After bringing you back to your post, with Negan unnervingly nowhere to be seen, you worked right through till the lunch break. Your back was sore with the incident that occurred in the morning, thus the somewhat free reign during the rest periods and the nagging pain shooting down your spine driving you right back towards the barn you'd woke up in to sit down on your bed, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you felt your weight shift off of your feet. You closed your eyes and propped your elbows on your knees, your head tipping into your hands and allowing you to cup them over your face. This place wouldn't break you. It couldn't when you'd already been broken so long ago, with Rick having picked up the pieces left of your past and put it back together with his promises for the future and all inspiring leadership monologues. Not that you resented him for that either, but Rick was gone now. Everybody was. All you had left was Maggie. Often when you closed your eyes you could still hear the way she sobbed as Glenn choked on his words, his life slipping away before her very eyes. The way that after all of it, the hours upon hours of the gravel digging into all of your knees, she was still the first to stand. You remembered holding her as she sat by Glenn's unmarked grave back at Hilltop, and the heavy next few weeks that would come to follow. Her grief and the way everything had been taken from her so swiftly haunted you, but her resilience? Well, it gave you something to stand for, to believe in.

"Thought I might find you here."

You'd been so invested in your thoughts you'd barely registered the sound of approaching footsteps, and the man whose voice that belonged to. You lowered your hands from your face and lifted your head, the sight leaving you yet again awash with irony. The cruel reminder that you sought refuge in the man that brought you and the woman you'd do anything for so much torment, and yet seeing him brought you more relief than you could ever fathom. When you didn't reply he lowered himself down onto the space beside you with a sigh and leant towards you, his fingers delving under the hem at the back of your shirt. You winced as his fingertip passed over a tender area, and he paused once you did.

"I know, baby. Just, just let me see."

A small nod prompted him to continue to roll your shirt up your back, and the material of your tank top underneath followed suit. Eventually, he had everything rolled up at the top of your back to expose your bruises, patches of discolouration and barbaric contusions from where blood had leaked out beneath your skin. You heard his breath pause, and then the way it got slightly heavier, in a shaky, wrathful way.

"That bad, huh?" You teased, the silent response that followed and the fact that he was out of sight not providing much reassurance.

The sudden feel of lips pressing against your shoulder blade startled you slightly, your surprise causing Negan to wrap his arm around your waist to soothe you. His hand caressed your hip as his lips connected with your skin again, this time focusing more on the middle of your upper back, every repeated press of his lips making you relax more into him.

"I should be the one doing that, considering the beating you took for me."

He only hushed you, his breath fanning against your skin as he mumbled from behind you.

"I'd do that shit again in a heartbeat, over and over."

He pecked your skin once more, and then carefully rolled your clothing back down your body. After that, Negan shifted more towards the edge of the bed as he returned to the space beside you, and he was quick to raise one of his hands to softly cup one side of your face. Negan used the touch to guide you to him, his lips pressing against yours for the first time since your day together in the commonwealth. Having been so starved of him you quickly found yourself practically swallowing him, his tongue dominantly slipping into your mouth as you stole each other's breath. Not only was he kissing you just to feel you again, to breathe you in, but to seal the underlying promise in his words with a kiss. Negan didn't have anything left in this world besides you, and that gave him something to fight for. Neither of you had ever been the type to fall so deep, even less likely were you the kind to plunge into the very abyss that was the rabbit hole of needing someone, of allowing yourself to be so dependent. It equally frightened the both of you.

"Negan, I need to tell you something." You whispered as you chased your breath, your foreheads touching, the tips of your noses brushing.

Even through the thrilling rush of feeling his mouth on yours again it was rather easy for Negan to notice that your head was elsewhere, that something was playing on your mind.

"I'm listening." He husked in response, the warrant for you to continue making you screw your eyes shut and sigh.

"I don't know when. Could be tonight, tomorrow, but they're moving me."

Negan immediately leaned back, narrowed eyes pairing with furrowed brows to form one hell of a scowl.

"You know me, I didn't play nice with that asshole. He wanted me to give up the person responsible for the map and well I just, couldn't."

Your eyes momentarily flitted elsewhere to avoid his harrowing stare, and when you finally resumed the long, excruciatingly intense gaze he held you in you watched the fire roar to life in his eyes. It was something you hadn't seen in a long time, not since that night. But it wasn't with the intent to hurt you this time, it was meant for you. Despite the cold, inferno blazing in his irises his hand reached out and brushed over yours, his palm resting on the back of your hand as his fingers closed around it.

"I don't give a damn about the kind of screwed up crap I gotta do to stop that from happening, but I promise you, I'm not letting that happen."

You shook your head slightly, your eyes threatening to fill with tears when his hand squeezed yours.

"No Negan, don't you dare make promises you can't keep." You warned, an underlying bite to your tone that made Negan's nose briefly scrunch up as he grimaced.

"Well, tough shit. I'm gonna try my damned hardest, and there ain't a thing you can do about it." Negan snapped back steadfast, a calm hint in his voice that indicated the frustration was coming from a place of protectiveness.

A tense silence fell, and you paused just to stare at one another, everything in this moment characterising the very essence of your complex draw to one another. You were glaring at him like you wanted to kill him, jaw clenched as you tried to refrain from pushing him away. Similarly, Negan had narrowed his eyes, his jaw set and the occasional rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slow, his eyes wholly focused on you. And yet, your fingers remained interlinked, your hand squeezing his as though you were pouring all that anger into his palm.

"You wanna know why I wanted to take a look at your back?"

His thumb idly swept over your knuckles as he awaited your reply.

"Why?" You responded plainly with a small sigh.

"Well, aside from the obvious, I needed to know what that asshole should look like before I'm done with him. Every bruise, every mark, even the smallest bit of red to your skin, he's gonna feel it. All, of it. And then more." Negan spoke low, occasionally punctuating his words with pauses, and the familiarity of it all gave you chills.

The last time you saw that look in his eyes, the last time he spoke with such venom and made such violent promises, was the night he bludgeoned two of your friends to death. You could still hear the way the gravel ground beneath the soles of his boots as he paced back and forth, his mouth running with all the ways he was going to terrorise the group, and the way your breath got caught in your throat when he promised to beat one of you to death. This time your breath caught but not out of fear, rapture. Your lips were on his before you even fully realised what you were doing, the sudden affection prompting Negan to rest his hand on one side of your face, the other using your still connected hands to pull you towards him and into his lap. After a few days without being so intimate with one another the mere feel of his hand on your arm or his skin touching yours was enough to electrify you, and you couldn't get enough of him. Your free hand dived down to unbuckle his belt, the tugging of the leather causing Negan to break the kiss with a surprised, amused breath.

"As much as I would love to screw around, this ain't the time or place. Besides, you're not exactly quiet sweetheart."

The comment drew a small chuckle from the both of you and you persistently shook your head, your smile fading a little as you parted your lips to speak.

"I know, but I could be gone by tomorrow morning. Negan, this could be the last time we see each other."

The thumb of the hand cupping the side of your face started smoothing over the top of your cheek.

"Don't say that."

"Negan, please." You interjected, the brief pause as he did nothing but stare into your eyes and let your words sink in allowing you some time to slip in a persuasive tease.

"Besides, I think screwing in not so appropriate places is kinda our thing by now."

He contemplated it for a moment, his eyes locked on yours as a singular thought loomed in his mind, and then grinned.

"Alright, but we gotta make this quick."

You nodded with the enthusiasm to take something, anything from him, and resumed your pursuit in undoing his pants. His mouth was on yours again in no time, the metal of the buckle on his belt clinking as you let the leather rest on either side of the fly on his jeans. One of his hands took hold of your hip to urge you to lift up so he could unbutton his pants, fingers hurriedly hooking into the waistband of his jeans to push them down his hips and over his thighs, his mouth still claiming yours all the while. You hesitantly allowed your lips to part if only to tilt your head down and steal a glance at the deep lines resting across his pelvis, one of your hands rushing to greedily trace the v-shape resting above his boxers with your fingers. You got a little lost in it, the way your mind wandered prompting him to tilt your head back to look at him with a lift of your chin, his thumb moving up to rest on your bottom lip, lightly pulling it downward.

"We're on a time limit here, baby. Now I'm all for going out on a high, but not when it means taking you with me."

You let a small smile spread across your lips.

"There's no way I'd rather go."

He shook his head with a chuckle, lips brushing against yours as he leant forward and spoke against your lips.

"That's my girl."

You had little time to process the ownership he'd so affectionately branded you with, his lips crashing back against yours as his fingers worked to remove your jeans. You kicked off the denim that had eventually gathered at your ankles the quickest you could, your panties crumpled carelessly somewhere in the heap. Negan placed his hand on your waist, the other caressing over your hip and stopping to apply a slight pressure. He guided you down onto him, the removal of his boxers having happened somewhere in the events of the removal of your own clothing, which you were now aware of. A small gasp escaped your lips as you sunk onto him, stretching around him the further you got. That was nothing compared to the sensations to follow, however, the feel of fullness as your ass rested against his thighs, knees on either side of his hips and breath heavy as the sudden intrusion became all too surreal. He gave you some time to adjust, a small mercy, and then lifted his hips with a groan. The movement had you throwing your arms around his neck, one hand sliding up the nape of his neck and getting lost in his hair, fingertips ruffling the strands of hair towards the end of his slick.

"You're so damn pretty when you're taking my cock." Negan breathed, your slightly parted lips allowing the dirty sentiment into your mouth, to which his tongue readily followed.

You took it, letting his tongue past your lips and not even bothering for a play in power, tongue languidly moving with his. You rolled your hips in time with the movements of his own, practically bouncing on him once he cupped your ass and fastened the pace. It was everything you needed, a sinful, consuming fuck that'd swallow you whole amidst the misery of it all. At every dead end, every wrong turn, every bleak and dim day to ever lower your spirit, he was there one way or another. Because through it all the man who had taken so much from you, who had taken everything at one point in time and destroyed the very man who saved you, gave you so much. He made you feel what you needed to feel, touched you in the ways you needed to be touched, and held you in the ways you needed to be held. The universe works in mysterious ways, and creating a void that can only be filled by the same man who created it is most certainly one of them.

"Mm, fuck Negan you feel so good." You whispered between repeated kisses, the flattery encouraging Negan to bury his head in the crook of your neck and press his lips against your pulse point.

"That so? Cause it's like I've died and gone to pussy heaven." He drawled with a small chuckle as he smiled against your skin between the kisses he littered your neck with, the vulgarity of his words as Negan as ever.

His lips sucked and teased the skin on your neck whilst one of his hands wandered to your back, fingers lifting the hem of your shirt and delving beneath the more tight-fitting fabric of your tank top. His hand alternated between drawing circles on your bruises, a light touch to soothe the tender skin, and smoothing over the affliction in its entirety with the careful movements of his open palm pressed flush against the violet, blood-tinged skin. The tenderness of his touch mixed in with the unrelenting and persistent thrusts that filled you to the hilt over and over had you succumbing to an intense and sudden release that you'd hardly even noticed had been building. Negan's efforts to bring you to a quick, euphoric release paid off as you squirmed on top of him, the continuation of his hard thrusts only dragging every sweet second as the pleasure of your orgasm crashed over you. You bit down onto your lip so hard you were bound to draw blood, the teeth you dug into your bottom lip acting as a way of suppressing the screams you were so desperate to release. In the haste of being moments from release he guided you off of him as he removed himself from you, hot wet spurts landing on your abdomen whilst he let out low, rough grunts as Negan worked through his own long, unsparing high. You slumped against his chest, your breath faltering as you screwed your eyes shut and prepared to return to the outside world, for it was no longer recognisable as home. The only thing left that felt like home was him, as much as it turned your stomach. You were so wrapped up in your mind you barely felt the fingers running through your hair, and the fingers of another hand passing over your jaw to coax your head upward. When your eyes met his a small smile appeared on his lips, and then they were on yours. It was then as your lips moved against one another that you recognised it, the tang of metal as he kissed the taste of your blood into your mouth, and smeared it onto his. It was just like the first time, but things were so different now. He broke the kiss with some protest, your heavy breaths filling the air around you.

"As much as I'd love to keep kissing that pretty mouth, and hell, a second round, we are about to go unaccounted for. We can't afford that kinda level of shit hitting the fan." Negan croaked through gradually steadying breaths.

Whatever light may have been illuminating your irises dimmed at the reminder of what was waiting for you outside the confinement of these four walls, and Negan caught the shift in your expression immediately.

"Hey, cut that shit out. You're not getting moved, I'm not letting your hot ass go anywhere."

You snorted your laughter and rolled your eyes at the light-hearted comment, playfully placing your hand against his chest and pushing him away.

"You just never stop, do you? I gotta find your off switch."

Now it was Negan's turn to snort, shaking his head as he snickered to himself. You climbed off of his lap and stood to your feet, your hands gathering some of the makeshift bedding they'd provided you with and using it to wipe away the droplets slowly working their way down your stomach. After a few moments you were both fully clothed and ready to return to the chaos, though the feel of his hand closing around your forearm interrupted you a step from exiting the barn. You came to a halt and turned to face him, and were taken aback by what you found. It was like you'd swapped places, the solace previously whirling in your eyes having transferred into his, though he did his best to conceal it. A momentary slip of his eyes lowering to the ground was enough to give him away.

"You know I meant every word in here, right?"

You paused to search for words that wouldn't come, the idea of trusting his every word and promise he makes of your safety leaving you tongue tied. All you could muster was a small nod, the gesture small enough that it didn't have to have so much weight to it. That was enough for Negan, his hand unfurling from your arm and freeing you from his clutch.

You held the gaze you shared with one another for a moment too long and then stepped out into the cold.

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Ight so you mentioned about getting high with Enid, and it got me thinking...

Imagine Sophia didn't die. Lydia and Henry are there. And ofc, Carl.

Cept' they're all the same age right. And it's just all TWD teens getting to experience (sorta) typical teenage shit, ykwim?

Just playing silly games together, getting high, getting drunk, teasing Enid and reader, telling eachother some of their secrets, telling ghost stories, etc.

I hope this makes sense lol :)

i’m so in love with this request. Sophia held such a place in my heart :’)) i hope you enjoy! i’m definitely gonna try and do this request justice bc i have a vision in my head that i really wanna adapt into this story. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: weed & alcohol. one sexual joke. (please smoke and drink responsibly !!!)

A/N: hope you all enjoy! and as always, requests are open! just read pinned to see all rules if you want to request 🫶🏻🫶🏻

“alright!” you shouted, the biggest smile on your face. you held up a case of beer, “guess who managed to sneak into Daryl’s stash?”

everyone cheered, making you laugh. Lydia ran up to you, “how did you manage to do that?!” she asked, looking at you with disbelief. “i have my ways,” you smirked.

you brought the case over to your small circle of friends. Carl, Enid, Sophia, Lydia and Henry. they were all here with you.

you sat next to Enid, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you handed her a bottle. “you practically risked your life for us,” she joked lightly. you shrugged, “i’ll find a new one for him.”

Lydia sat back down next to Henry. you watched with a soft smile as he wrapped his arms over her, kissing her head.

it was rare to have a night like this. so rare in fact that this is the first night you guys were able to finally all be together, acting like nothing bad was just right outside the gates of your home.

Enid tapped your shoulder, when you turned around she held out a handful of joints. your smile grew wider. “you’re the best girlfriend ever, do you know that?”

“i do.” she smiled cheekily. you pushed her shoulder. “guys! Enid brought some joints as well, we all get one each.” you announced. everyone gasped and reached to grab their own.

“this is seriously like, the best night ever.” Carl said, taking a sip of the beer. “i mean, we’ve never gotten to hang out like this together. if you think about it, it’s really the first time we’ve been able to act like… what we actually are. just teens.”

that’s all you guys were. teens who were forced into this broken world at such an early age. none of you got to grow up the way you were supposed to.

everyone was silent for a moment, taking in Carl’s words. “then let’s make the best of tonight.” Henry smiled, holding up his bottle of beer. you all agreed, clinking your bottles together. it felt like a cliche, but that’s what made it even better.

after everyone’s third beer, Carl sighed. “god, i remember the day this shit started.” he sighed. “my… mom rushing to pack my clothes, all of our pictures. before i really knew it, we have a camp by the quarry.”

“that’s where the three of us met.” Sophia said, pointing between you, her and Carl. “you guys met that long ago?” Lydia asked.

you all nodded, “yeah uh, Sophia was with her mom, Carl had his, i uh… lost mine already at that point, but Glenn found me in the woods. brought me back with him to their camp.”

“wow. so you guys have been through like… everything together.” Lydia said. “pretty much. yeah.” Carl chuckled.

at this point, everyone had started to feel the effects of the beer kick in. “okay, let’s play a game.” Enid said, clapping her hands. “if we want to get a true teen experience, we need to play something. like Never Have I Ever.” she said.

“that sounds fun.” you told her, “yeah! lets do it.”

“okay, rules, if you’ve done what someone asks you have to drink. for example, if i asked everyone if you ever fell into a pile of dead walkers and proceeded to stay there for five minutes because you were… comfortable… Y/N would take a drink.”

you stared at her, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your laugh as everyone roared in laughter around you. “now why would you say that.”

“because you quite literally did that.” she responded. you pushed her shoulder again and took a sip of the beer. “okay, i have one.” you spoke up.

“uh oh.” Carl mumbled.

“never have i ever had a sex dream in front of half our group and proceeded to moan my name for three minutes straight.” Enid’s eyes widened as her face flushed red. “you did what?!” Sophia laughed.

“you are evil.” Enid told you. you smirked and shrugged, “take a sip, sweetheart.”

“okay, okay.” Carl said. you lit your joint, gesturing the lighter towards Enid to silently ask if she wanted hers lit too. she nodded and held out her joint for you to light it.

Carl’s mouth formed into a smirk, “never have i ever been late to a community meeting because i was too busy having sex with my girlfriend at eight in the morning.”

it was silent between the six of you, and then you and Enid slowly took a sip of your beers. “there’s no way.” Lydia said, staring at both of you with shock.

“i’m not appreciating the fact that we’re being targeted.” you said. “you guys started it.” Carl said. “okay, we need to think of something else before they expose everything about us.” Enid laughed, taking a hit from her joint.

“oh, i know what we could do.” Sophia said almost mischievously. “classic sleepover activity. ghost stories.” she proposed.

“oh yes. lets do it!” Lydia said. “i have one. i have literally never stopped thinking about it since it happened. you were there, Henry.” she started.

“remember the abandoned asylum we found?” she asked him. he thought for a moment before his mouth dropped open slightly. “oh yeah! that was so scary.”

everyone had started to light their joints as well, getting prepared for the stories. “it was a few months ago. me and Henry snuck out of Hilltop to just walk around. like how you and Enid do. we ended up at this really scary looking building that turned out to be an asylum.”

“where was it?” you questioned before she continued the story. “i think it was by the Target we used to go to for runs.” she answered.

“but anyways- we walked inside and this place instantly had a vibe to it that clearly was not welcoming. but we went further in anyways. there was this one room that we walked into, and Henry decided he wanted to try and summon something,”

Lydia gave Henry a look as she said that, and he put his hands up in defense, making you all laugh. “tell them what you did.” she told him.

“i uh,” he laughed. “i started to throw insults in the air. like ‘dumbass ghost’ and shit like that. and to be fair, i was pissing it off a lot. but um, after around five minutes i said something along the lines of ‘you’re too scared to face us” or some shit, and precisely two seconds after that, there was a vase that was behind us, it fell over and shattered completely.”

“famous last words.” you joked. “you forgot the other part.” Lydia told him. “the other..? OH!” Henry pulled his sleeve up, showcasing two scratch marks. “that also happened.”

all of your eyes widened, “what?!” Sophia yelled. “it scratched you?!” he nodded, laughing. “yeah, we got the hell out of there after that obviously. but yeah. do not go into that asylum. i can already see Y/N and Enid planning it.”

“oh fuck no. we are not going there.” Enid said, despite your whine. “but it sounds cool!” Enid shook her head, “you’re actually insane.”

everyone started talking amongst themselves, but you couldn’t help but take in all of your surroundings. your best friends sitting in yours and Enid’s house. the one that you owned together, which was something you never thought would ever be possible again.

you’d never thought you’d make it this far, and if you did, you figured you’d be miserable. but you’re not. everything was coming into place so perfectly. having a girlfriend you knew you couldn’t wait to marry, still having Carl and Sophia by your side throughout all of those years in the apocalypse, taking in Henry and saving Lydia. you finally had what you lost so many years ago.

there was no better feeling than the one you felt right now. maybe it was because you were drunk or high, but you wished this sense of euphoria would stay forever. you hoped you could all still be together like this years from now.

“hey,” Enid said softly, nudging your shoulder. “you’re out of it. what’s wrong?” she asked.

you smiled and shook your head. “nothings wrong. i’m just… really happy.” you admitted. “and god i love you. so fucking much.”

Enid giggled, leaning in to kiss your lips. “i love you too, pretty. so, so much.” you hummed against her lips, “wish we can stay like this with everyone forever.”

“then let’s do it.” she said. “it will always be us. forever.”

“forever.” you repeated. “yeah. that sounds good.” you smiled, leaning in to kiss her once more, ignoring everyone’s fake gags and groans.

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd #carl grimes #sophia peletier #henry sutton #lydia twd

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cookies-and-music · 2 months

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Ghost. - part 9: Toxic.

I suggest listening to Mery on a Cross by Ghost reading this.

Part 1 here - part 10 here .

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

WARNINGS: Captain America wouldn't approve the language

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

To solve the chaos that had erupted at the TVA and set everything right before it collapsed, a series of answers were needed, none of which anyone present had; therefore, while Loki and Mobius were busy trying to find X-5 and consequently Sylvie, Lydia was tasked with finding Renslayer and Miss Minutes. A burden that had come along with her promotion to analyst.

"We haven't found any trace of Renslayer's tempad," Lydia approached briskly, accompanied by Casey and B-15, to Mobius's desk where he and Loki were busy with X-5's tempad, "but we traced the recipient of her last message: Miss Minutes."

"Moreover, Renslayer and He Who Remains are in cahoots," Loki nodded, "I found out while I was in the past."

"What a woman... full of surprises," B-15 scoffed.

"What... are you two doing?" Lydia leaned in close to Loki. Not because she desperately wanted his proximity, especially after believing him dead, partly because of her. Absolutely not. It was to get a better look at the tempad, of course.

"We're trying to figure out how this modified tempad of X-5 works," Loki turned to her, and Lydia could hear his breath with every syllable he uttered. Not that it affected her.

"A man accustomed to using 80s technology and an alien god from Asgard?" She asked amusedly, glancing from one to the other.

"Hey, look, we're doing just fine," Mobius retorted.

"No, not really," Casey shook his head.

"I think my team could get better results," she reached out with a smirk, her hand open towards Loki, who exchanged a glance with Mobius before handing the tempad over to Lydia.

"Also, I'd like to be present when you question X-5" She passed the object to Casey.

"What?" Mobius spread his arms.

"He might have relevant information about the Minus/Renslayer issue, which is my case."

"Our case" B-15 emphasized.

"Sure" Lydia rolled her eyes, and Loki shot her a glance, amused at how she was turning work into a personal competition with Mobius, "anyway, it's a request you can't refuse, Mobius," she smiled, "it would be unprofessional."

Mobius rolled his eyes, "Am I ever going to get rid of you? How do you manage to worm your way in everywhere?"

"I'm very flexible."

Loki's imagination projected a couple of images of how flexible Lydia could be, but he pushed them back before anyone could notice.

---

"Bred is an asshole, so don't let him provoke you," Mobius had said, but it was very difficult. And Loki had just offered the opportunity to sting by saying his help was needed because there were "lives at stake."

"Lives at stake," Brad repeated. "You've got a lot of nerve... everyone here knows what you're doing, you're just trying to make up for all the terrible and horrible things you've done in life. You're pathetic."

Lydia clenched her jaw but didn't speak. Provocation, it was just provocation.

"I've read your file. You're the problem. Every time we've found one of you. You think you're special, but you're not. No matter what you wear or what lies you tell, in the end, all you do is destroy those around you," Brad glanced towards Lydia. She just looked at him with disgust before glancing at Loki, who kept his low.

"As it happened with your mother."

Lydia snapped.

"You ugly piece of shit," she managed only to take a step towards him before Loki blocked her with his body.

"You know that's what he wants," he said into her ear, "don't let him win." Lydia shifted her gaze to him and took a deep breath, trying to internalize all the calmness his blue irises conveyed.

"Don't listen to him, Princhett," Brad jeered, drawing her attention again, "what does he know about victories when all he can do is losing?"

Loki grabbed her chin, bringing her eyes back to him. Lydia swallowed and nodded slightly. She could handle it, she was fine. She was a professional.

"Stop trying to be a hero, buddy. You're a villain, and you're good at it."

Loki let her go, turning back to Brad.

"Thanks, Brad.” Loki let out a bitter laugh “Thanks a lot. I'm very touched. You're right. I've done terrible and horrible things," Lydia clenched her jaw again, to contain herself, "Yes, maybe that's who I am, they know it well. It's the real me... a loser," he smiled bitterly "I always have been and always will be."

Lydia glanced from him to Brad, trying to understand Loki's strategy.

"And perhaps I was... holding back something," he dangerously approached Brad, "maybe I was just waiting for the right moment, a moment like this, to do terrible and horrible things," he looked down at Brad, "to you."

Lydia hoped he would punch him. She really wanted to see that smug bastard's face distorted. No, it wasn't professional, but it was fair.

"So I'll ask you again: where is Sylvie?" He stressed her name.

"You're too fixated on her," Brad sneered.

"Okay, that's enough," Mobius grabbed Loki by the shoulder, pulling him towards Lydia who approached him, putting a hand on his arm. Not to stop him but to let him know she understood the discomfort he felt.

"You need a psychologist," Brad sneered, watching the scene, "I know one who does couples therapy, or maybe group therapy would be better since there are three of you."

She could have killed him. How much would it cost her? She was dead in the sacred timeline, and the TVA was about to collapse, she had nothing to lose.

"There's too much tension here," Mobius tried to lighten the mood, "Brad, cooperate with us, and we'll send you back to your beloved timeline, as if nothing ever happened. What do you say?" he offered with a smile.

"Would you?"

"Of course, I promise."

Brad let out a fake sigh before bursting into laughter, "Did you see? Damn Mobius, you should be an actor."

"I'm not, I'm an analyst."

"No, you're not!" Brad blurted out, "You're not an analyst because none of this is real. Do you know who you are at least in the timeline? The TVA isn't your real home. Do you have any idea who you've left behind? What your life could be like? You know they've taken our lives, you need to wake up."

"I'm awake."

"No, you need to wake up."

"I'm awake," Mobius repeated, this time more annoyed.

"You're asleep until you wake up, you're nothing. I'm nothing. She's nothing. I don't even know where to start," he looked at Loki, "You're nothing, and until you wake up, you're nonexistent, you're-"

Mobius jumped on him, with a speed Lydia could never have predicted, punching him square in the face.

"It's you who's nothing!"

Loki grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him away as Mobius continued to curse.

“You heard me? You’re nothing”

Lydia followed them out, letting B-15 close the door behind them.

Mobius walked away from the room quickly, still swearing about how Brad was, in short, an asshole.

"Is he okay?" Lydia looked up at Loki who shook his head, sighing.

"I'll go see. I'll update you later; I need to ask you some things."

Shit.

Lydia nodded, smiling in his direction, before Loki ran after Mobius.

---

Lydia spent the whole afternoon at the desk, unable to work, spending hours tapping the pencil on the wood. Her head kept reminding her of how Loki had tackled her with his body. They had never been so close. They had never touched so much.

Then he had approached Brad, and the tension she had sensed before had only increased when Loki had donned the villain's mask. Could it be true that she, the one of the sacred timeline, had really fallen in love with him, as Loki had claimed? Lydia shook her head, what she had seen in the footage was a confused, delirious, and fragile Loki, while the one she had seen a little earlier exuded power.

And then there was what Brad had said. "There’s three of you."

She wasn't in anything, not with Loki and least of all with Sylvie. And even if this absurd triangle were real, was Lydia the other woman? No, it was unfair. She had known Loki first, and then he had declared himself to her, sort of. And she had rejected him... more or less. Well, not really, she had rejected the him from the past. But she had, in fact, insulted the present him.

And if this particular interest in Loki was only due to the fact that he had distanced himself? That his focuns was on someone else? Was it possible that she was that toxic?

Her brain was exploding, and after a while, her eyelids began to droop, and Lydia decided to give up, burying her head between her arms on the desk.

When he arrived, Loki found her still asleep.

He smiled, his expression softening. Lately, Lydia had returned to having a scowling expression, always serious, like the Lydia he had known on Earth, while asleep she seemed to radiate so much tranquility and peace. Maybe it was really him making everything worse, ruining everyone's lives.

Loki reached out, caressing her head, and Lydia jerked awake, opening her eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Lydia blinked for a moment, focusing on him.

"Don't worry, I wasn't sleeping," she yawned.

"No?"

"I was resting."

A chuckle escaped Loki, disappearing immediately, leaving a sad expression on his face.

"Are you okay?".

"I was thinking about Brad's words," he leaned against Lydia's desk, supporting himself with his hands, "when I met you here at the TVA, your life was going smoothly, and the same was on Earth, before I met you-"

"Loki," Lydia put a hand on his, "you shouldn't give weight to what Brad said; he was trying to provoke us. He knows our stories and what can hurt us, and he uses it to his advantage."

Loki covered her hand with his other one and looked at her, smiling faintly. With Lydia, he felt like he had someone on his side, not alone, but he had felt this before, and in the end, it had been just a deception.

"How did you know... about my mother?"

Shit. She knew that question was coming. The horrible put-down Brad had said to Loki, she was not supposed to understand what it was referred to.

Lydia widened her eyes, withdrew her hand from Loki's, clutching it with the other and lowering her gaze.

"When I thought you were dead, I felt very guilty and... well, you could say I missed you... I wanted to see you, and the only thing I had of yours was the file," her cheeks colored slightly red, and if she had raised her gaze, she would have seen the same embarrassed expression on Loki's face, "I know it was a terrible invasion of your privacy... I’m sorry about that" she timidly raised her eyes towards him.

"It's okay" Loki shook his head, "in fact, maybe I'm glad... that you've seen the real me."

"There's no real you, Loki. There's only you, here and now. Ignore Brad, please, he's just an asshole, one who looks through the keyhole, sees brown, and thinks it's chocolate when it's just shit."

He laughed, nodding.

"By the way, any news? How's Mobius?"

"He's okay, for now... I think," Loki swallowed, "as for Brad, he confessed to knowing where Sylvie is."

Lydia clenched her jaw, nodding.

"We need her, Lydia. When I was in the future, I saw the TVA collapsing, and she was there. She must know something" he leaned towards her.

"I didn't say anything" she vaguely said, keeping her gaze low.

"I know you didn't exactly start off on the right foot, you two, but there's no room for likes or dislikes here."

"Where is she?" Lydia looked up at him.

"In a McDonald's in Oklahoma, on Earth," Loki paused for a moment, "Do you want to come?"

"I don't think I'd be very useful" Lydia shook her head, "but I have a request."

"Anything."

They looked at each other for a second that seemed endless and yet too short.

"A milkshake" she said after a moment, "strawberry flavored."

"I think I can do that."

---

But when Loki appeared in the control room upon later that day, he didn't have any disgustingly sweet strawberry milkshake; instead, he brought something much more indigestible for Lydia. Sylvie.

Guys, thanks a lot for the support you've shown me, again feel free to leave a heart, a comment or to reblog, this really helps a lot. I had reached a point were I thought this ff was completed. I changed my mind and hopefully we'll have an happy ending. Actually, I've really no idea how it'll end. I'm but an humble narrator of other's adventures.

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whyeverr · 8 months

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So that's the story of how Tyler and Octavia spent the night of Lydia's birthday discussing a lot of big relationship stuff. I guess they've been so focused on the future of New Promise, they forgot to check in on their own shit...

She's been clear from the start that being a mom comes first, but it's one and done for her — for so many reasons. If they're getting serious, that's something Tyler needs to understand and be at peace with. He can step up and be a (step) dad to Lydia, but if he wants to have a biological kid of his own—something Octavia thinks anyone should think long and hard about in the uncertainty of post-apocalyptic life—he needs to know now that that's never going to happen with her.

Tyler is... trying to play it cool but feeling anything but 🤕

#rebuild a city #ts4bacc #2_12 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #tyler fuentes #octavia li #cw: family planning

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evewritingsteve · 1 year

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wrong place, wrong time

jesse pinkman x reader warnings: kidnapping, normal breaking bad stuff

summary: You are Lydia's daughter, and just so happen to be kidnapped by Mike. Takes place in the episode before they do the train heist

note: not my best but i needed to get this concept out of my head, enjoy xx

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“Well Lydia, we’ve got the kid so I suggest you come out of hiding and talk this out like the adults we are. You got 4 hours to get over here or little miss y/n gets to meet an unpleasant end. Your choice.” You hear the man hang up the phone, sighing a little. “Well y/n, let’s hope your mother has a little empathy for her secret daughter.”

You’d reply, and say you weren’t really a secret, just the result of a teen pregnancy, but the gag in your mouth unfortunately stifled any smart remarks. Maybe it was for the best, you didn’t have the best danger meter. Opening your mouth would probably get you hurt.

But you weren’t hurt, surprisingly, despite the circumstances. Being kidnapped automatically brought your brain to violence, but so far, they hadn’t been overly rough. Certainly not nice, but no harm had been done. You thanked whoever was listening for that. You were hoping this was all for ransom, that your mom would pay, you’d walk out of this fine, and this whole thing would be a terrific story to take back to graduate school.

Hopefully.

You were bound to a chair, rope chafing your arms and legs. You wiggled again, hoping for some give. From what you gathered about the kidnappers, they were old as shit. One sounded too anxious and the other just sounded annoyed. At first you had been terrified, but as the adrenaline wore off you felt yourself growing more annoyed than anything.

You’d been in the chair for hours, and the phone call the first man made was one of the first times you had heard them speak in hours. You were bored. You’d think being kidnapped would be more action and less anxious waiting. Not that you were complaining.

You hear a door open and steps making their way closer.

“Yo who the fuck is this?” A younger male voice cuts through the silence.

Another one? Jesus.

“Change of plans,” the annoyed older man speaks and you desperately try to see through the cloth covering your eyes. “Can’t find Lydia but her daughter was there so now here we are.”

“Her daughter? What yo we’re fucking kidnapping random people now?”

“Jessie!” The anxious one yells and the room goes silent.

“Both of you, outside, now.”

So the younger one was Jessie. You definitely weren’t supposed to know that. You hear them leave and somehow the silence is scarier now than when they were in the room. You close your eyes. God mom, you better have a ransom money stash.

“What the hell was that? Saying Jessie’s name? You’re going to get us caught Walter!” Mike jabs his finger into Walt’s chest, fuming.

“I didn’t ask to kidnap an innocent college student Mike! This- this is insane! What are we doing?”

“Yeah what are we doing?” Jessie throws his hands up, still clueless.

“Lydia planted that tracker on the methylamine. When I went to her house to have a little talk Lydia was gone. She knew I was onto her and decided to run, but her daughter just so happened to be there. I’ve dealt with Lydia before. She’s skittish. So we take her daughter to get her to come talk to us so we can put an end to this ordeal.”

“So what, this chick is our hostage now or what?”

“Yes Jesse. As soon as Lydia gets here we’ll cut her loose and deal with the real problem. The kid is just collateral that we have to deal with now. As long as she doesn’t see our faces this doesn’t have to end with anybody’s death but Lydia’s. Capisce?”

“Fuck. Alright I guess.” Jessie puts his hands on his head, following Mike when he gestures for them to go back in.

When they open the door, they all stop. Lydia was already there, undoing the last rope holding you to the chair. You both stop and look up when you hear the door, slightly panicked.

So much for the blind.

“Mike what the hell? My daughter?” Lydia stands, helping you do the same. Your eyes are wide as you scan the 3 men’s faces, growing more confused by the minute. Your mom knew these people? What the fuck is she involved with?

The one that you’re going to assume is Mike, makes his way over to your mom, grabbing her arm and throwing her on to the chair you were previously occupying, dragging her and the chair to a nearby table. You jump out of the way, Mike ignoring your mom’s protests, pulling out handcuffs and locking her to the table.

“You,” He points at you, grabbing the gun on his waistband, “Stand next to her and don’t move or I swear it’ll be your last.”

You make your way over, giving your mom a questioning and slightly terrified look.

“Jesus Lydia you just had to make this harder on me.”

“Mike we can talk this out but let my daughter go. I didn’t plant that tracker, I swear to God, she knows nothing of this just please, let her leave.”

“Mom-”

“She’s seen our faces, Mike, we can’t just let her go with that information!” The other older man speaks up. The younger one puts his head in his hands. It seemed clear to you that he was dragged into this, and for some reason that put you at ease a bit. They all begin to argue with each other, and you glance at your mom again.

“She’ll get on a plane right now.”

They all pause.

“She’s doing graduate school abroad, she can get on a plane right now and be out of the country in a few hours. Please Mike, she barely knows anything right now, definitely not enough to put you guys away. Just, please Mike.”

“Mom I can’t leave yo-”

“Shut up Lydia.” Mike thinks for a while. He didn’t want to kill you. He saw his granddaughter in you and knows he would never forgive himself if he had to kill you to save himself. It was risky, but something told him you really wouldn’t say anything.

“Alright Lydia. We’ll take her to the airport. But you need to understand one thing,” he turns to you, “I have people everywhere y/n. The second you open your mouth, I’ll know. And then it’s game over for you and everyone you love.”

You think of your little sister and suddenly realize you’re going to have to take this to the grave. Not that you even knew the entire story, it felt like you walked into the middle of a show and missed all the important parts. But still. Silence was the only answer.

You simply nod your head in response.

“Jessie, I would like you to take this young lady to the airport, buy yourself a ticket so you can wait at the gate with her and make sure she gets on the plane. Come back here after. Lydia, you’re gonna make a little call for us.” Mike tosses Jessie the keys, along with a pair of handcuffs.

“Are these for her?” He gestures to the handcuffs and then to me. If it weren’t for the situation at hand, you might have blushed.

Mike gives him a look and Jessie almost rolls his eyes. “Alright man shit.”

He makes his way over to you, mumbling an apology that confuses you even more. It seemed like Mike was the only serious one here, the other two almost acted like they were hostages too. You feel the handcuffs tighten, and you give your mom a final glance.

“Mom?”

“It’ll be okay I’ll call okay?” A pit sits in your stomach at the expression on her face, so you try to give her a small smile, not trusting your voice. You really hope she didn’t get herself into something she can’t control. Jessie gives you a small nudge and you can’t fight the tears that fill your eyes.

Once you’re in the car, Jesse says something about the handcuffs looking suspicious and takes them off. You grab at your wrists and flinch as the car is locked from the inside. At this point reality was setting in hard. Now that your safety seemed more or less intact, you were nauseous over the thought of your mom still down there for God knows what.

The car starts moving and your breathing becomes shallow. Jesse takes notice and steals a glance at you.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright okay?” It didn’t even sound like he believed his own words.

“What the fuck.” Is all you can reply. “What the actual fuck?” You laugh a little, about to go into hysterics over the entire thing.

Jessie looks at you, even more concerned. He had been through some shit and the only time he laughed was when he was really about to lose it. You're trying to control your breathing, and he feels bad, but he can’t help but notice how pretty you are. He can’t believe that you somehow got wrapped into this. It didn’t seem right. He feels horrible.

At this point you're no longer laughing, just sniffling and trying to stop yourself from sobbing.

“What are they going to do to my mom?” You look at Jessie. You were never close with your mom, she was distant and cold but always provided for you. She was your mom at the end of the day. Despite being in boarding schools most of your childhood, she was always there when you came home to visit. She couldn’t just be taken from you like that. “What about my sister? What will she do?”

“You have a sister?” He sounds surprised. You faintly wonder if you should just shut your mouth, and not volunteer anymore information, but some part of you feels like Jessie isn’t going to use this information maliciously. Still, you don’t respond.

“Listen, I promise nothing will happen to your mom.”

“How can you possibly promise that?”

He goes silent and you realize that he probably can’t make that promise.

The rest of the car ride is silent and you spend some of it observing him. He seems almost shy, despite the rough exterior and style he possesses. For a split second, you wonder if, in different circumstances, you two would have crossed paths and been friends. Maybe flirted. The reasonable part of your brain stomps that out, and politely reminds you that he was somehow involved in your kidnapping.

The car rolls to a stop at the drop off spot. Once again, you’re confused.

“Don’t you have to come in with me? You can’t park here.”

He looks at you, slightly startled. He half expected you to jump out of the car and run to the nearest security guard. He spent half the ride preparing for his life to be over because of the pretty daughter of a criminal. “Oh, uh, I guess I didn’t think of that.”

You stare at him for a beat.

“I won’t run to tell anyone. Honestly getting out of America as soon as I can sounds nice right now for what it’s worth.”

He turns in the driver's seat, fully looking at you for the first time.

“I know.”

“You believe me?”

“I’m a shit kidnapper huh?”

Despite the situation, you find yourself laughing a little.

“Sort of.”

You both sit for a minute until he raises a hand to scratch his head sheepishly. “Look uh, you can just go. I think it’ll be weird if I buy a ticket and don’t get on the plane.”

You looked at him, shocked that he was actually agreeing to let you go.

“Oh, okay,” you go to open the door, pausing to look at him one last time. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a real bad guy. It just seems like you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” You give him a small smile, leaving without waiting for a response.

You run across the street, nearly missing an impatient car. You feel like you’re on autopilot as you step through the automatic doors, trying to find the nearest help desk to book a flight. Your brain was in override, trying to make sense of everything that happened. You only hoped that once you landed, your mom would answer the phone and everything would be okay.

You almost gave in when you saw a security personnel walking by, but thought of Jessie. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew going to the authorities would somehow cause more harm than good. You only hoped that Jessie’s sincerity was real.

Jessie watched as you ran to the doors, seeming more dazed than scared like he imagined you should be. He didn’t understand your final words to him, he was implicated in your fucking kidnapping for fucks sake. But there you were, saying that he wasn’t a bad guy. A car honked behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. He put the car in gear, making his way back to the shitshow he really didn’t want a part of.

He picks his phone up when he hears the familiar ringtone.

“Yo.”

“Jessie, is she gone?”

“Yeah, we’re good. What’s going on?”

“We have to rob a train.”

Oh fuck.

reblog, like, tell your momma (aka me)

#breaking bad x reader #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman #x reader #breaking bad #mike erhmantraut #walter white #kidnapping tw #jesse pinkman imagine #jesse x reader #breaking bad fanfiction #evewritingsteve

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stilesstilinskiwifey · 1 year

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Falling in love with Derek Hale

(This takes place in season 1 the day after Scott and Stiles were in the woods)

Derek Hale x FEM! Stilinski reader

Summary: You’re Stiles sister which he is protective of. When he and Scott drag you in the woods to look for scotts inhaler you meet a beautiful green-eyed man who takes an interest in you

Warnings: None

(BTW!!! I will not be using Y/n! Her name will be layla!)

Third POV:

Layla was getting ready for her first day back at school after summer vacation.

As she put her shoes on, she heard stiles groan while going to the bathroom to get ready.

She rolled her eyes as he cursed to himself about the woods or something.

Of course, she knew he snuck out. He’s not very quiet when trying to leave the house.

Layla heard the toilet flush, and stiles come out of the bathroom. He knocked on her door.

“Lay? You in there?” She heard him ask

“Yeah just getting ready” She replied to him

“Okay! tell me when you’re done, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs” He yelled while running down the stairs not waiting for a response

Layla was finished putting everything in her bag and went downstairs.

She was downstairs she grabbed an apple and bit into it

She walked out the door and walked up to stiles jeep and got inside.

“You ready or did you forget something” She asked him

“I didn’t forget anything” he said with confidence

He checked his pockets and his face fell

“Shit! I forgot my phone” He said jumping and running out of the car and went back inside the house.

Layla laughed to herself

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When stiles pulled into the school parking lot layla looked around looking for a certain strawberry Blonde. When she couldn’t find her, she texted her asking where she was

Lydia replied faster than she ever has before.

She had replied that she stopped by the store to get something to drink and was on her way now

When stiles parked, Layla jumped out the car and ran to the front of the school

When she saw scott there she ran to him checking his face and making sure he was okay.

“Lay-Layla! what the hell are you doing?” Scott asked confused as hell wondering why she was so worried

“I heard you on the phone with stiles yesterday! You were bitten by something and didn’t go to the hospital! You bloody idiot!” She said smacking him over his head as stiles came their way

She was about to hit him again when stiles grabbed her hand to stop me

“Enough with hitting the poor boy. he looks like a poor puppy” Stiles told her

Layla looked at scott and felt bad for hitting him

“I’m sorry scotty” She mumbled

“It’s fine, I would hit me too if I was in your position” He laughed

She started to smile and laughed too

Stiles looked at them and went back to talking about what bit scott

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a wolf” Scott said

Layla blocked what they were saying and got lost in her thoughts

She snapped out of it when she felt someone pull her

She looked at who it was and saw it was lydia

“Finally” She muttered

“Hey! I was thirsty and needed something before school” Lydia said smiling

Layla laughed as stiles said something about lydia

When lydia ignored stiles. layla laughed harder and stuck out her middle finger

He stuck it back at her with a straight face

“Why do you hang out with them?” Lydia asked her

“Because you decided to leave me alone with them” Layla replied back

Lydia ignored that comment and waved layla goodbye as they didn’t have first period together

Layla had math while lydia had science

——————

Layla waited outside for Scott and stiles to show up while listening to music in stiles jeep.

Layla stole his keys when he wasn’t looking so he’s probably freaking out looking for them

Bobbing her head to the music the door suddenly opened and when she looked at the person, she saw a very angry stiles standing there

“Really Layla?! I was panicking and you had them the whole time!” He yelled

“Sorry Bro, you know I’m just better at taking things and people not noticing” she replied

“Yeah, Yeah. Get out the drivers side and go to the back, you’re coming with me and Scott to look for his inhaler” he said

“No I’m not” she replied fast not wanting to go to the woods

“Well I’m your ride home, so it’s either come with us or you’re hitchhiking home” he said with a sweet smile, his words anything but.

“Fine” she said rolling her eyes and hopping out of the car, going to the back

——————

Scott, Stiles and Layla were walking in the woods searching for Scott’s inhaler

They all stopped at a spot where Scott said he saw the body

“You sure it was here” Layla asked

“Yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, oh wait IT WAS!” He said and screamed the last part

“Damn sorry” she said putting her hands up defensively

While they were searching for his inhaler, Layla was spacing in and out of her own world when she suddenly felt eyes on her

She turned around and saw a man just standing there

A very handsome man

She hit both Scott and stiles to get their attention which worked

As the man said something about this place being private property, Layla was too busy checking him out

And it seems that Derek was also checking her out

They both stopped looking at each other when stiles stood in front of her, blocking her view from Derek

He turned to her and looked at her with a serious face

“Too young” he reminded with a straight face while Scott talked to the green eyed man saying how sorry he was and they were just looking for something

They turned to leave, not before the green eyes man threw something at Scott.

They walked away after but Layla stopped and panicked

“I lost my phone” she said panicking

“It’s probably in the jeep” stiles said

“No! I had it on me over there, I’m going to check” she said about to walk away

“I’ll go with you” stiles said

“No it’s fine. Just go, I’ll be there in a minute” she said walking away after stiles agreed.

Walking back she went where they saw the green eyed man and searched the on the ground for her phone

She kept searching till she saw shoes right in front of her

She slowly looked up and saw the stranger from before

He was holding her phone!

“I think you dropped this” he said as he looked at her with a look that would make a girl fall in love so fast

He held out his hand for her to grab so he could help her up which she accepted

“Thank you” she mumbled shyly as she grabbed her phone

He gave her a nod

“I’m Derek. Derek hale” he said sticking his hand out again

She wondered why his name sounded so familiar

Then it clicked

Derek hale, his family are the ones that burned to death 6 years ago

“Layla…. Layla stilinski” she said shaking his hand

“Pretty name” he said with a side almost smile

“Thanks” she said sheepishly

“I should get going, and so should you” he said letting go of her hand after realizing he was still holding it

“Yeah you’re Right. See you around Derek” she said turning to walk away

“See you, Layla” he said walking away

When she got back to the jeep, stiles was asking her what was wrong and why she looked so shocked

She replied just saying that she was still shocked about the whole body situation which stiles believed and let it go.

Layla smiled and looked out the window think about Derek

Not knowing Derek was also thinking about her.

——————

This is bad!!! I know but I’m not good at writing 😭 sorry! And nobody’s probably gonna read anyways so! But if you do! I hope you enjoyed

#derekhale #teenwolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale x you #derek hale imagine #derek hale x oc #fem reader

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teecupangel · 10 months

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the post is getting Too Long on my blog and it’s breaking my poor phone so. WHEE. new one!

gang sails off into the distance! and by “distance” I mean they’re high-tailing it into the Assassin servers in order to regroup and recuperate and figure out what the fuck to do now since. well. hey, they retrieved Desmond and they’ve kept him safe! uh. now what. if there were other Assassins’ memories in Abstergo, how long until they gain sentience as well? and how the fuck did Desmond and Jacob find a movie projector on the ship?

Desmond is still kind of reeling from everything that’s just happened, and to his surprise, despite the whole awkwardness surrounding Uh Fuckin Everything, the Kenways are willing to take him in, altho Edward somewhat morbidly jokes that their dysfunctional family being an improvement over his is really kind of sad when he thinks about it. then he offers to let him take a turn at the wheel—he needs to go see what they’ve done to the captain’s cabin anyway, he wasn’t able to since the collision and it’s probably messed with a few things.

they do need a base to operate out of for the time being. Davenport Manor is suggested, then somewhat reluctantly shot down bc of the two Templars around who are immediately like yeah uh No. Café Theatre is too cramped, although in a pinch it could do. the Frye twins’ train has little to offer in the way of bedrooms. Monteriggioni is considered and makes it into a top five list, only losing bc an entire town is a little too big and prone to glitches. (Desmond is a little peeved about it.) eventually everyone settles on finding a version of Great Inagua in the Assassin servers and regrouping there so they can figure out their next move. and maybe Edward is a little bit smug over it.

I do like the idea of Desmond teaching the gang how to really break shit in Abstergo, like—Juno is still in there, and there’s a possibility there might be more sentient data representations of dead Assassins (and dead Templars) rolling around now in the servers. Ezio shudders to think of Juno at the same time that Shay does, and they’re both concerned about the idea of Juno being able to simply possess somebody, and if she’s able to do that in the digital realm, there’s the lingering possibility of her being able to do that to an actual flesh and blood person. which nobody wants! so that’s on their priority list. and also all the other possibly-sentient people who might be running around the servers.

Arno and the twins and Henry listen to all of this, then sit in contemplation. then all three of them are like. oh shit we have to check on our simulations bc Lydia and Elise might also be gaining sentience and god KNOWS what they’re doing right now without us. who wants to come with, we’ve got spare clothes for you. (aka: how to justify the legacy outfits lol.)

The “Too Long Post” which was about the playable characters in Abstergo’s games gaining sentience for easy reference. (And considering we ended it after they got away, we can count that as Arc 1 XD)

Honestly, I think the only valid locations for their homebase would be the Great Inagua or Davenport Homestead because they also need to park their ship (depending on who you ask, it’s either called ‘Aquila’ or ‘Jackdaw’) and the Seine river would be hard to navigate while the Thames is chock-full of other ships and boats and the moving train means they can’t always get to the ship quickly. Also, they all try to fit in the mansion that Edward had ‘commandeered’ but it becomes clear that there is a division. Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton took the rooms nearest to Desmond. Haytham took the room furthest away from everyone and Shay took the room to his left. Shao Jun took the empty room nearest to Ezio while Aveline took the empty room nearest to Ratonhnhaké:ton. Jacob’s the only one who went ‘whichever room is free’ and Arno took the room furthest away from Shay which sorta put him between Jacob and an empty room that Evie took for herself. Jacob joked of Jayadeep just sharing a room with Evie so he took the room on the other side of Jacob instead, making Jacob roll his eyes. Edward just took his old room (which was the largest room). So… they might be in this together but they’re definitely not exactly the bestest of allies at the moment.

Desmond taught them what he knew, things he didn’t know when he was alive but he just… knew once he ‘woke up’. He doesn’t even know if these skills came from his memory of Clay or from his memory of Dionysus (holy shit, his Isu ancestor was the god of wine and debauchery? What the fuck???) but he wasn’t going to reject such a boon. He’s quiet about his life though, only sharing a bit if anyone asked about what they saw.

And the only one who asked was a worried Shao Jun because Shay was keeping his distance and the others either didn’t have such a bad memory to watch (Aveline, Evie and Jayadeep) or didn’t even see any memory (Jacob and Arno).

The ones connected to Desmond though… Desmond told them everything. Even Edward who was just in the room with the three people who had the biggest urge to find Desmond and Haytham who Edward believes had been affected just as much by the time they started to piece Desmond back together. Edward provided the alcohol back then (although Altaïr did not partake) and they finished more than five bottles of Edward’s hardest liquor. He was especially worried for Haytham who grabbed an entire unopened bottle and just started topping his glass with it and ended up finishing it and still requesting his glass to be filled afterward.

Are we talking about the Juno in Desmond’s dataspace or the real Juno in digital space? Because if it’s the real Juno and this is set after Syndicate BUT before the comics where she died, then Juno is out in the real world (which would give us an excuse to have our sentient Assassins travel into other corners of the internet XD).

However, I do like the idea that they’ve unintentionally created Juno 2.0 from Desmond’s memory of her (and also a bit of Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s memories). This also gives Ratonhnhaké:ton a reason to want to take her down since she… technically didn’t lie but she absolutely used Ratonhnhaké:ton and gave him the short stick in that deal. (With her past misgivings to Ratonhnhaké:ton, Edward would be on board and maybe even Haytham once he learned how everything had been set into stones because of the path the Isus have chosen the world to walk to, including how the Kenway family ended).

You know what would be fun? If they made the grievous assumption that the data are gaining sentient while they were gone BUT the real reason why they’re slowly gaining sentient is because all sentient data (them) are still connected to the virus that started this all. Now, the virus was fast-acting in Abstergo because it was meant to fuck shit up there but the virus also have a failsafe that makes it dormant when it knows it’s no longer in Abstergo’s servers. But… the virus itself might be dormant but constant exposure to it will still affect data.

… wanna make Arno have a bad time once more? Élise is slowly waking up and she starts remembering…

The many times Arno repeated her death, together with the pain and rage that consumed her during those days, not knowing Arno repeated that memory over and over again to try and save her.

You gotta wonder… if Élise would even be happy to see Arno once more when her most lived memory was her death.

(Also… Lydia would be fine being sentient since she loves her grandaunt and granddad who raised her but… remember… Jack the Ripper is also in the servers).

#ask and answer #continuation #sentient animus data au #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #aveline de grandpre #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The night of the hockey formal. Chaos ensures of course, because nothing's that easy with this group!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ series general language & mature themes (p in v, fingering, kissing, praise, unprotected, slight hair pulling).

note: hope you enjoy my loves 😘

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 5: Formal ~ next chapter

“How’s the studying going?” Helaena asks, looking up from her book.

You’ve been sitting with her in the student lounge for about an hour now, staring at your phone. Aegon’s text messages have been on your mind for a while now. Not that he’s been responding. He’s been MIA since the neon party.

“Y/N,” Helaena says as you continue to stare, brows furrowed together.

Helaena closes her book loudly, but still, you fail to look up. Where is he?

“Y/N!” Helaena says, louder this time.

You blink rapidly, locking your phone and smiling apologetically.

“Sorry, what Hel?” you ask.

“How’s studying? With Egg?” Helaena asks.

The feeling of his lips on your returns, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth. The cool metal of his tongue ring. His lips. Fuck, his lips. An ache grows between your legs, and your mind flashes to the memory of riding his thigh.

“Studying’s going great,” you manage to say, forcing a smile on your face.

You send Aegon another text.

“Are you excited for formal?” Helaena asks, eyes flickering from your face to your phone, “Who’s got you so grumpy?”

“What?” you say looking up, “No one, shit, just Sara. Um-” you rub a hand over your face, “Yeah, yeah formal should be fun!”

“Egg looks forward to it every year,” Helaena muses, “I hear he’s taking Lydia Tyrell.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, but you try to ignore the hot flash of jealousy that rolls through you. Helaena’s brother. Off-limits.

“That’s nice,” you tell her, “They make a cute pair.”

“Yeah,” Helaena says snorting, “For however long Egg holds onto her.”

You frown.

“What do you mean?”

Helaena closes her book, folding her hands on top of one another.

“Aegon is a manwhore,” she tells you, “He chooses a pretty, desperate girl, lavishes her with attention, and then throws her to the curb when he’s done.”

Your throat tightens at her words.

“He chews them up and spits them out,” Helaena continues, “My brother’s not the nicest guy to fool around with. Not that any of my friends have to worry about that. I’d kill him.”

Shit.

You force a smile.

“You would?” you ask nervously, and Helaena nods.

“Did I ever tell you about Cassandra? My best friend in high school?”

You shake your head and Helaena sighs.

“Aegon broke her heart. Shattered it into a million tiny pieces. She never spoke to me again,” Helaena tells you.

Your heart nearly stops beating at her words.

“My best friend,” Helaena says, enunciating the words, “Aegon doesn’t think about anyone but himself. Love him, but he’s got issues.”

Nervousness swirls in your stomach. Helaena tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, sighing and shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Hel,” you tell her.

“Me too,” Helaena says, placing her cheek in her hand and reading her textbook.

It’s settled. You need to pursue this thing with Cregan. Aegon is off-limits.

Later in the day, you and Sara get ready together doing your makeup in front of your floor-length mirror. Sara chose a skin-tight red dress that looks amazing on her.

Your dress is in deep forest green, hugging your curves perfectly. Sara’s eyes bug out of her head when you exit your room.

“Cregan’s going to cream his pants,” she says, wolf-whistling at you.

“I sure hope so,” you say, snickering slightly.

You look your arm through hers, grab your purse, and exit the apartment. You’re supposed to meet at the hockey house, Sara offers to drive blasting your favorite songs all the while. When you park, you feel your skin prickle with nervousness, all the hairs on your arms standing at attention.

Some guys stand outside, dressed in suits, sharing drinks. You spot Jace and Cregan standing on the front steps as you exit Sara’s car. She calls out to Jace, waving at the pair. You notice Aegon talking with some teammates, not acknowledging your arrival.

“We got a limo together, to take us all,” Jace tells you, kissing Sara’s cheek.

Cregan eyes light up as you appear, scanning you up and down. A wolfish grin appears on his face and he wets his lips.

“You look great,” he tells you.

“So do you,” you say smiling.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Aegon says, arm slung over Lydia’s delicate shoulders.

He’s wearing an all-black suit, his silver hair slicked back. He gives you a sideways grin before looking away quickly.

You all pile into the limo together, knees bumping against each other in the crowded space as music blasts from the speakers. Neon lights flash and a disco ball reflect the light in all directions.

Though Cregan and you make conversation you can’t help but watch Aegon and Lydia, who sits perched on his lap, with a ring-clad hand tightly gripping her upper thigh. His fingers play with the edge of her dress, slightly disappearing underneath it.

Your eyes flicker to his face and you meet his violet eyes. He’s looking back at you. Flustered at being caught staring, you quickly lower your gaze, cheeks burning.

The ride is pretty quick, and you don’t look at Aegon again.

You all start to exit the limo, walking in pairs into the hotel. It’s fancy as hell, with a huge spiral staircase and grand chandelier sparkling in the foyer. Aegon has already disappeared inside, you catch a glimpse of Lydia’s auburn hair, Aegon’s hand pressed against her lower back.

Cregan takes your arm, beginning to lead you up the stairs when your stomach drops.

“Shit,” you mumble, slapping your side.

“What’s up?” Sara says stopping, arm linked through Jace’s.

“I left my purse in the limo,” you tell them, smiling at Cregan apologetically.

“I can get it for you,” he says smiling.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “I’ll be just a second, you guys head upstairs without me.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, squeezing your hand.

You nod, and they continue up the stairs without you.

You walk back down the steps, goosebumps appearing the longer you’re in the cold air. You find the limo pretty quickly in the parking lot, the driver standing across the lot smoking a cigarette.

“Excuse me,” you tell her, “I left my purse inside.”

“No problem,” she says clicking the unlock, “go right ahead sweetheart.”

You give her a kind smile and continue walking to the limo. The door opens are you poke your head inside. The lights are still going, but no music plays now. It’s sort of spooky just multicolored lights flashing over the leather seats.

You duck, but it's still incredibly spacious as you slide down the seat to where you had been seated with Cregan in the back. With no one else in the limo, it’s very roomy. Your purse lays squished between the cushions and you sling it on your arm when the door shuts behind you.

Your head whips around, panic slicing through you until you see who it is. Aegon slouches against the seat, manspreading his legs as he leans his head back on the headrest of the seat. He watches you as he taps his fingers on the door.

He’s wearing rings again.

Stop that. Bad girl. Go back to Cregan.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, not moving.

“What are you doing?” he playfully mimics, raising a brow and smiling widely.

You hold up your purse.

“Sure you’re not avoiding Stark?” he asks, wetting his lips.

You let out a sharp breath, laughing slightly.

“And why would I be doing that?”

“You tell me.”

You roll your eyes.

“I don’t have time for this Aegon, Cregan’s waiting for me.”

You start to scoot down the seat toward him. There’s no way out without passing over him.

“Mhmm,” he answers, rubbing his eyes. He leaves his palm on top of his eyes.

You stop scooting as you reach the corner next to him.

“Are you avoiding someone?” you ask referring to his date.

Aegon splays his fingers on his face, peering at you between the cracks of his fingers.

“Maybe,” he says, lower lip jutting out into a pout.

You chuckle.

“Lydia Tyrell not doing it for you?” you ask, hoping the bitterness you feel isn’t evident in your tone.

“She’s nice enough,” he murmurs.

A moment of silence happens between you, the tension is palpable in the small space.

“She’s probably missing you about now,” you tell him.

“Told her I needed a smoke.”

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t.”

You laugh despite feeling bad for the abandoned Lydia. Aegon watches you laugh, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You could have come alone,” you tell him, but he snorts.

Silence again. You feel the need to keep talking.

“How’s your studying?”

“You’re seriously asking me about studying right now?” he asks, hand falling from his face to his thigh.

“Should I be asking about something else?”

“You tell me, bunny.”

You stare him down for a moment, those violet eyes looking into your soul. Don’t be a pussy, you hear Sara’s voice in your head.

“Why did you kiss me?”

He smirks then, as though he was hoping you’d be brave enough to ask.

“To help you with Stark.”

“No,” you clarify, “At the neon party. You didn’t need to, but you did it anyway.”

Aegon continues to stare.

“Maybe I just wanted to kiss you.”

Your face flushes. He’s wearing that damn earring again. Two of them. Both hoops, the one lower on his lobe holding some animal’s tooth. The multicolored lights dance across his features and it suddenly feels warm, too warm, like you’ll suffocate.

“Cregan is waiting for me,” you tell him, moving to leave.

Aegon takes this as defeat, nodding as you begin your exit. There’s no way to get past him, not without going over him. He leans up as you move one leg over him, basically straddling him. His hand glides over your leg and you freeze, hand gripping the headrest to help your balance. Your hair is brushing against his face, and you meet his eyes. He’s right in front of you, close enough to kiss.

Your other hand is on the handle of the door.

His eyes flicker to your lips, just once, and your thighs give, crashing you into his lap. You gasp, feeling the hardness present between his legs, before he swallows the sound with his lips against yours.

Your hand drops from the door tangling in hair as his hands slide under your ass. One hand snakes up your back, gripping the back of your neck keeping your mouth securely against his.

He tastes the same way he did the other night, he feels like he did that night. His lips are forbidden fruit, and you’re starving. Aegon’s hands are everywhere, sliding up your sides, squeezing at your breasts, your ass, your thighs, just constant pressure. His teeth sink into your lower lip and you moan into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing you closer to him.

His hands drop only so he can reach for his belt. You watch him unbuckle it.

“We don’t have time,” you tell him, as he recaptures your lips.

“Sure we do,” he insists.

You whimper against him, dropping your hands to assist his efforts. Once his cock is freed, you wrap your hand around him and pump his length. Aegon groans as you do so before pushing your dress up around your waist. You’re all uncoordinated, limbs flailing all over the place, and you’re not sure how but Aegon manages to wrestle you out of your panties while you’re still on his lap.

He swipes a finger through your slick folds, grinning as you spasm against him.

“Just fuck me,” you tell him, desperate to be quick.

Aegon playfully frowns.

“We’re not being that quick,” he says, sinking two fingers into your tight heat, “what, do you think I’m not a gentleman? Huh?”

The strangled noise that leaves you only fuels the fire of Aegon’s pride. You can feel the metal of his rings pressing into you, eliciting more erotic noises as he crooks his fingers in you just right.

“You think after all this, I’m not gonna make you come?” Aegon teases.

“Fuuck,” you whine, grinding your hips against his fingers.

“Yeah, fuuck,” Aegon agrees, mimicking you; biting his lip, and nodding his head.

He’s such an arrogant asshole.

Your palm slams against the window as his thumb presses against your clit rubbing even little circles around the slick bundle of nerves. Thank the fucking gods the windows are tinted. Aegon chuckles at the state of you as he works his fingers in your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, this pussy is gonna feel so good on my cock,” he murmurs.

“Aegon, oh fuck,” you squeak, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Soak my fingers, that’s it,” he encourages, unrelenting with his movements, “keep saying my name baby.”

Your orgasm washes over you, sending you slumping against him as he moves to replace his fingers with his cock.

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him, feeling the fat head of his cock spreading your lips.

He kisses your neck, nipping lightly.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

“All yours,” he tells you, and you lift your lips before sinking onto him.

It takes no time at all to figure out Aegon likes to be vocal, not that you expected anything else. It’s all dirty praises wrapped between grunting, gasps, and moans as you ride him. The sounds of wet slapping echo throughout the limo, the smell of sex evident in the confined space.

“Perfect fucking pussy,” Aegon murmurs, hands resting on your ass.

Your dress is scrunched at your middle, tits out. His head is buried between them, voice muffled as he worships them with his mouth. He alternates licking the full mounds before taking your nipple in his mouth grazing it with his teeth and sucking, sending sparks of pleasure tricking down towards your navel. His mouth never leaves you, not even to come up for air, he simply traces his lips over your tits, through the valley between them to make sure he’s giving equal attention to each one.

The sensations are almost too much for you to handle, your thighs tremble, and sharp whimpers and whines leave your bruised lips. Your pussy clenches around him, feeling every vein, every curve of his thick length.

All you can do is moan, head thrown back as you bounce on his fat cock. He fills you so fucking perfectly, better than Jason, better than anyone.

“Oh gods,” you moan, “Oh fuck.”

The tip of his cock is curved so perfectly, nudging against that sweet spongy spot that makes your breath leave you with each roll of your hips.

“That’s it, come all over my cock,” Aegon says, “That’s my girl.”

You’re sent over the edge once more and feel his warm release soon after, as he spills inside of you with a breathy, whimpered, moan. Aegon captures your lips once more in a searing kiss, hands tangling in your hair.

You breathe into each other for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

Oh fuck.

Aegon blinks rapidly and you shy away from his gaze.

You reach for your panties but he stops your hand.

“I think I’ll keep those,” he says smiling, stuffing the lace into his pockets.

Your eyes are wide as he kisses you once more. When he pulls away he keeps his hands tightly on your jaw, just enough so you can’t look away from him.

“Now you go in there, dance with Cregan, and have a fucking ball with my cum dripping down your legs,” he purrs.

Your lips are parted in shock, eyes wide and dumb.

“You hear me?”

“Uh huh,” you answer.

Aegon drags his thumb over the shape of your lips.

“We got to go,” he tells you, as you rise from his softening cock.

You fix the straps of your dress and pull it down to cover your ass as he opens the door. Aegon exits first and holds a hand out to help you out. You take it, rising on shaky legs.

“Let’s go,” he says grinning.

He holds your hand until you enter the hotel, following him up the stairs and into the ballroom. He turns, winking at you, before strutting across the room to Lydia.

Sara comes barreling over to you.

“Got your purse?” she says, her smile faltering as she sees your expression.

“Bathroom, NOW,” you tell her, grabbing her hand.

She follows your lead and you hurry to the restroom.

“What is it?” Sara asks.

You can feel him running down your thighs. Sara raises an eyebrow.

“Sara,” you tell her, “Don’t freak out.”

She freaks out.

“You fucked him? Just now?” she hisses, eyes falling to your chest, “Oh shit, Y/N your chest-”

You rush to the mirror. Dark red blotches are forming from Aegon’s attention. You pull the collar of your dress up.

“Here,” Sara says, digging into your purse, “I put our concealers in here.”

“What the fuck do I do?” you ask as she uses her fingers to apply the makeup, “Shit, Helaena’s going to kill me, Cregan is going to kill me.”

“Do you like him?” Sara asks, “Aegon?”

“Um,” your head is spinning, “I mean. Yeah. But it's Aegon! Helaena literally was just telling me how horrible he is to girls.”

“Girl yikes,” Sara says shaking her head, “I mean, you’ve seen his track record.”

“Fuck,” you tell her, “So I should just forget this right? I mean it's probably a one-time thing, he probably doesn’t even like me-”

“You cannot tutor him anymore, he’s just going to keep fucking you,” Sara tells you, “Tell him to find someone else.”

Doesn’t sound like too bad of a deal, if you’re being honest.

“But-”

“No,” she tells you firmly, “We are not having another Jason Lannister moment. Date Cregan. Fuck Cregan. A nice guy.”

You look at her wide-eyed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she tells you.

“It was really good.”

“Did you come?”

“Yeah,” you tell her nodding and biting your lip.

“Fucking Aegon Targaryen,” she says shaking her head, “Okay, you’re good, let's get back out there.”

You go to the bathroom, wiping the remnants of Aegon’s release from your thighs with shaking hands. Sara’s right.

You make your way to Cregan, he takes your hand spinning you around. You smile. He’s so nice, such a good guy. Jace and Sara dance next to you as a slow song begins to play. You loop your hands around Cregan’s neck, glancing behind him.

Aegon’s leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets. He removes his left hand, slightly revealing the dark green lace of your panties before shoving them back in. Your eyes widen and he winks.

You have a feeling Aegon Targaryen is nowhere near done with you.

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Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • The Whispers just had enough. Had to show them who they’re messing with…and it only brought pain. It takes a lot to kick someone down, but Daryl couldn’t stand there watching the world crumble while you endured it alone • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / PTSD / Nightmares / Mentions of Self Harm / Scars / Canon Violence

Requested by: Anon

I haven’t slept yet Y/N frowns staring at the ceiling and feeling their stomach growl. Or eaten they sigh slowly sitting up and looking toward the window to find it is still snowing.

They slowly and quietly got up from their bed checking the hall making sure no one was awake before going down to the kitchen. Granted it was just Carol and Lydia in the upstairs part with them, while Daryl kept to himself in the basement.

She’s still breaking cups Y/N frowns seeing the broken glass in the sink knowing it was Carol. They started to think about that day again while cleaning up the pieces.

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“Siddiq!” Michonne frowns rushing over to her friend’s tied up body as Daryl gave Carol a worried look instantly giving her the same anxious feeling.

“Siddiq where’s Y/N?” Carol frowns watching as he struggled to speak and pointed outward to the horizon making Daryl take lead on approaching while Michonne helped Siddiq up.

As the small group moved forward, Daryl went on a full on sprint the second he spotted Y/N knelt before…

The pikes.

Daryl froze behind them wanting to assess his kid when he realized who were on the stakes. He left their side running to Carol.

“No!” Daryl blocked her view holding his best friend watching the shock turn into sadness instantly. “Just look at me. Just look at me…”

Y/N continued to shake in their place ignoring the pain coursing through their body as they watch Daryl drop to his knees when Carol did. She held onto him trying her best not to break entirely there…

But how could you sit there? Watching this all unfold…knowing damn well—

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You should’ve done something Y/N suddenly felt pain in their right hand looking down at the blood spilling. “Shit…” it wasn’t smart taking care of the broken glass when their mind is elsewhere. They finished taking the glass out of the sink and into the bin beside them before even caring for the gash on their hand.

The sound of the front door opening and closing rang a bit through the house. But only woke Daryl from his sleep, even if he was sort of already awake when he heard shuffling upstairs. Light sleeper. Dog jumped off his bed before he got up to investigate.

It doesn’t take long for the tracker to find Y/N in the infirmary trying their best to keep quiet given Siddiq is asleep upstairs. Daryl didn’t say a word so he wouldn’t startle them but the fact that they went out of their way to go to the infirmary to get a bandage instead of the bathroom in their place, only concerned him.

Don’t wake Siddiq. Don’t wake Siddiq. Y/N repeated to themselves holding the bandages in its packaging feeling the blood stick. They went toward the door when they locked onto Daryl causing them to gasp a bit. Quick to cover their mouth with their uninjured hand.

Daryl held up his hand with the ‘keep quiet’ sign before getting out of their way to leave the infirmary…and before he could ask question.

“What’re you doing?” He frowns seeing them hide their hand from his gaze. “Let’s clean that up”

“I don’t need—-“

“I know yea don’t need my help, but yea getting it” Daryl scoffs helping Y/N back to their home.

The two were sat at the table in a comfortable silence even if every part of Daryl wanted to ask how it happened. He eventually gets the answer himself but he really wanted to know from them about what happened.

“Mmm…might need stitches.” Daryl frowns not liking the fact that it bled through the first set of bandages. “Stay there” he states going to get the first aid kit they have in their place.

Y/N watched him leave before bringing themselves forward again to stare at the bandage.

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“Too tight?”

Y/N looks up from their lap with a confused look at Michonne who’s currently redressing their wounds before they leave with the Kingdom folk toward Hilltop and then Alexandria.

“Is it…too tight? I don’t want you to lose feeling in your arms. Should’ve kept you with Siddiq but after what happened…it’s best to keep you with family”

“All of you are my family…” Y/N frowns watching Michonne finish up and before she taped it down, they stopped her from looping once more. To avoid taping it too tight. “…it’s cuz Daryl’s afraid isn’t it?”

“You’re his kid. He doesn’t want to lose you either. He’s afraid of such”

“But it’s my fault…”

Michonne finishes up watching the tears spill from Y/N’s eyes as they couldn’t help it. The sobbing came faster just from that statement and Michonne didn’t hesitate to bring them into her embrace.

“It’s not your fault. Neither yours or Siddiq’s. Both of you didn’t see what was coming” She kept her voice low and she was already a calming figure to Y/N. They knew she wasn’t moving until they were okay.

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Thank god she wasn’t the only like that

“What are you doing?”

“Setting up the couch?”

“But why” Y/N watches Daryl get himself situated to sleep in the couch for the rest of that night.

Daryl didn’t want to be blunt about it. Didn’t want to scare Y/N off just because he cares and thinks there’s much more to it than cleaning up Carol’s mess.

“Just in case. Can barley hear anything from the basement”

“Fine…” Y/N left him to sleep, returning back to their room to find themselves like how they were earlier.

Laying in bed

Unable to sleep

Staring at the ceiling

And trying really hard to fight that urge.

“He still sleeping on the couch?”

“Yeah”

“That must be annoying” Kelly scoffs finishing up packing the crate the two were asked to fill with rations for their trip to Oceanside. “Connie can be over protective, maybe it’s just that”

“It’s not…and I don’t really know how to talk about it” Y/N frowns taking the crate leaving Kelly to pack it into the wagon.

Right as they left, Connie came up to Kelly tapping her before giving her sister a worried look.

“Y/N is still…going through something” Kelly signs to her sister as Connie looks over to her friend seeing Y/N triple check the bands securing the boxes.

“We’ll keep an eye on them” Connie signs back with a smile of reassurance before going to get her bag on the wagon.

“I know I ain’t coming til later, but mind checking up on Y/N before you leave for your voyage or whatever it is” Daryl asks Carol while she was occupied getting her belongings on her horse. “Carol?”

“They seem fine to me right now, why do I have to check up on them later?” Carol caught Daryl’s annoyed expression instantly as she quickly turns away to avoid what he has to say with it. “Fine pookie”

The ride to Oceanside was quiet with a few murmurs here and there about the plans Aaron and Daryl have drawn up about training. Y/N watches as the scenery went by and felt their anxiety get the best of them whenever a walker would come into view of the fading tree line.

We are the end of the world

You’ll join us eventually

Y/N groans a bit, leaning over the edge of the wagon letting their arms dangle a bit. Trying to focus their mind on something else but hearing that will always eat at them.

That and the sound of Carol sobbing. She lost her son. Her son. Blood didn’t matter or anything. That was her child that she had lost for…wow.

How many times is this going to happen Y/N choked up a bit gripping their head a second before returning back to their seated position staring at the now moving sky. How can I make up for it?

I can’t turn back time and switch places

But god is that all I want to do

The night before Carol was setting off on this fish expedition, she was watching Y/N carefully. Not because Daryl asked her to. Not entirely because Daryl asked her to. But how Y/N went from being awake that day right as the sun rose doing chores given by Oceanside folk to that evening cleaning up after everyone after dinner. They’ve been working all day and night doing everything that was asked and then some. Even got the shipwrecked walker cage more secured until the training day.

Carol took the opportunity to check on them when Y/N took a second to sit. But as she got closer, Y/N just knew someone was approaching and their whole body flinched causing them to fall out their seat.

“Sorry. Sorry, Uhm. Hey Carol” Y/N scrambles up to their feet brushing the dirt off their hands once rising and quickly pulling their sleeves down. “Did you need me to do somethin’ for you before you turn in?”

“You’ve been doing everything, hun. I’m just checking on you” Carol frowns watching them continue to scramble to collect themselves. “Are you alright? I know we…haven’t talked since—-“

“I’m fine. Really.” Y/N smiles reassuring Carol who wasn’t buying it in the slightest but they both knew why neither of them said any more.

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“You have to stop blaming Y/N. They’re just a kid”

“Seventeen is a fucking adult in this hell. And they got my fucking son killed. They should’ve had his back”

“By laying down their own life? You know how many we found out there and the army they have. They couldn’t have saved us all by themselves” Michonne tried to get to Ezekiel but all he was hearing was excuses through red colored sunglasses. His rage was doing all the talking.

And it wasn’t the only one.

“They should’ve…”

“Carol..”

“They should’ve tried harder”

“Carol listen, Siddiq was also there. He couldn’t have stopped them either—-“

“I DONT CARE ABOUT SIDDIQ. HE HAS A FAMILY, WE FOUND Y/N AS AN ORPHAN” Carol snaps. “THEY DONT HAVE A FUCKING FAMILY TO WORRY ABOUT. NOBODY WOULD MOURN THEM”

There was regret when saying that. Yet as the words fell…Ezekiel regretted everything he said, Michonne stood there shocked at the words that escaped her friend, and Carol watched as Daryl stormed out of the room as he couldn’t believe the words that left her lips.

But when he left the room, all the rage left his body as he dropped to his kneels taking Y/N’s tear stained face into his hands. They were eavesdropping when they should be in bed resting, and every ounce of their body wish they would’ve just listened. Instead of hearing Carol say all of that.

“Hey. Don’t listen to her”

“H-He…” Y/N struggled to just say what they’ve been saying since they survived that night.

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It should’ve been them.

It really should’ve. Y/N frowns sitting on the dock listening to the ocean and taking in the calmness that the silence brought.

They were unexpectedly joined by the infamous Dog that they thought they weren’t seeing until the morning. But the heavy footsteps that followed the pup’s quick paced ones, made it obvious Daryl drove through the night to get there.

“How yea holding up?”

“Don’t you know cuz you always call on the radio in the morning just to check on me?”

“Mhm. But it’s night now” Daryl smiles hearing their annoyed scoff as he joins them on the edge. Dog immediately moving to their other side resting his head in their lap. “He missed yea. Cried every night at the door”

“He just likes me more because I let him sleep in my bed”

“My bed is a couch. He’s a space hog” Daryl kept his smile hearing them laugh to such, especially when Dog sighed. “Watch Carol go?”

That’s when the mood changed and his smile faded when they turned away but nodded. Daryl frowns turning his attention back to the water.

“Yknow. She’s been through a lot” Daryl starts as Y/N turns to him confused. “Lost her daughter. Lost two more she took in as her own. Lost a son. Hell, thinking back to my shit…if this was a contest, I wouldn’t want to go up against her. This new world took a lot from her and she didn’t know how to expel that maturely. It was all happening and it all sunk in.”

“…D, this is—-“

“Y/N. It’s not your fault”

“But—“

“It was never your fault” Daryl frowns turning to the kid seeing them get lost instantly. “Y/N…what happened was never your fault.”

Y/N brought their gaze back to their lap trying to contain themselves hearing him say that. They choked up on their words again trying so desperately to just repeat it again.

They wanted to inflict pain

Ruin people’s lives

The ones who crossed them

They wanted to take the most important thing to them

And rip it from their grasp

They took you for a reason.

To inflict pain.

On someone close to you.

“It was never your fault, kid” Daryl frowns wrapping his arm around their shoulders feeling Y/N instantly rest their head against his shoulder. “I can’t lose yea. You’re my family. And you don’t have to keep hurting in silence. I’m right here”

I’m right here

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