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Fucking Redneck! Part 2 DarylxFemreader +18.

Hi! I’m here again, I know this week I’m posting a lot of things, sorry for the spam xD (This weekend are coming a few more things, sorry!) But when I started to think about this second part I just couldn’t stop to write. I don’t really comfortable how I finished it, but my mind was starting collapsed, thinking new things and I didn’t want to leave it unfinished so... Here it is!

I hope you like anyways!! Sorry for my english, it isn’t my fisrt language!

Fucking Redneck! Part 1

Fucking Redneck part 2

Daryl Dixon x female reader.

Warning: M, smut, oral sex, prison sex. +18

N/A: second part from Fucking Redneck, we have Daryl's POV and a little bit jealousy?

Summary: she wants to help Randal, because she thinks that the boy isn't bad, but Daryl doesn't want to see her near him. What's wrong with him? What he cares?

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Daryl isn't like that, Daryl doen't used to act like that. He never needed to do, but when you punched him once again he couldn't control himself. You were always in his mind, since the first day you showed up on the Greene's farm, Daryl discovered himself thinking about you, always with an eye looking at what you were doing. At first he tried to avoid you, he left Hershel’s house, not just because the man wont him there, but he wont to see you near him. You took him like your patient and every moment that you had free time you showed up your face in the room where Daryl was resting and it made him pretty uncomfortable. So when he felt better he left the house returning to the camp with the rest of his partners. However it didn't change anything because you continued visiting him and changing his bands and stitches.

Daryl has eyes in his face, he's no stranger to women, and it doesn't mean he doesn't like them either. He just doesn't know how to move around them. He's never been able to feel completely comfortable around them, his mother figure died when he was very young and his brother's friends couldn't be said to be very nice to him. But he has looked at Andrea, at Lori, when they arrived at the farm his eyes were fixed on Maggie, who immediately had a bond with Glenn and Daryl was curiously relieved. He also had Andrea's sister Amy in his sights, but he never really felt comfortable being so young, the same was true of the young Greene girl, her big, blue, frightened eyes caught his attention, but he quickly pushed all such thoughts from his mind. She's just a child. Yet you got into his head from day one. First because you were annoying, then because the smile that would come across your face every time you checked that Daryl's wounds were healing as they should to him made his stomach squirm in a strange way. So he decided to drive you away with grunts, snorts and cutting looks, but nothing seemed to dampen your spirits.

Until you found Sophia, or rather her walking corpse. Your spirits faltered a bit and Daryl felt defeated, he thought he could have saved her and she had been there locked up all this time. Anger got the better of him and he decided to walk away from the group.

That was the first time you dared to hit him and that surprised him even more. There were many things that caught his attention about you, physically, but your character was what managed to unbalance him whenever he thought he knew you completely; you were wild when you had to be, something took hold of you and you lashed out like a bull, always in the right way against the right target, however when you were calm you were kind, you laughed easily and you were even characterized by a slight stuttering product of the nervousness that invaded you when you wanted to tell something very fast and your brain worked faster than your mouth. It was those little things that got Daryl's attention, and he felt a confused need to protect you. However, that night when you lunged at him and hit him, the feeling that came over him was noxious, lascivious. He wished he could have caught you and confronted you, but he wouldn't have laid a finger on you. At least not to hurt you. He had never felt that way before with a woman.

He also wasn't quite sure if it was your words that made him react and go back to the group or he wanted to apologize to Carol for the way he acted, only to learn that Rick had brought a boy there who had been abandoned by his group. Randal. The decision was to eliminate him as his group was dangerous, but you and Dale disagreed.

Then you lost Dale and you completely collapsed.

Dale was a good man who didn't deserve that ending, Daryl knows that too, seeing you in the river trying to get the image of his death out of your mind gave him a confused feeling. He wanted to help you, but he didn't really know how to do it and certainly when he opened his mouth to say something, what came out of it was anything but helpful. You took your anger out on him again and Daryl was unable to control himself then.

Desire.

That's what flooded him the very moment he managed to trap you under his body and his knee pressed the right button. Almost literally. Hearing you gasp and feeling you tremble was what prevented him from being able to hold back any longer. He felt your slight resistance as a warning that maybe he was confusing things, but when he squeezed his knee again and you responded positively, he knew you were on the same page.

Now Hershel has given you permission to stay at his house. Daryl still prefers the camp, he doesn't like the constant buzz in the living room at night, he prefers the solitude and quiet of his tent. He stands on the porch of the house nibbling his lower lip nervously. His mind can't stop thinking about what you two did at the river, he doesn't know if he should apologize to you or just let it go. You haven't made mention of it, you've gone on with your own mourning, helping to move the campsite around, inside the house, the girls have noticed the hickey Daryl left on your neck unconsciously and every time his gaze crosses Carol's, the woman looks at him amused and he reddens up to his ears. He feels stupid because he's not a fucking teenager anymore, he already has hair on his balls and yet there he is, forming a whole speech in his mind so he can talk to you.

When he sees you walking away from the house with a few things in your arms and you walk into the hayloft where you're holding Randal until you decide what to do with him. His brow furrows and he bites down harder than he expects to, on his fingernail. He hisses and hops off the porch holding the crossbow on his back, going exactly the same way you've gone. He stops abruptly when he hears soft laughter coming from inside the haystack. He would recognize that soft, gentle gesture anywhere. He knows you're trying to be nice to the boy, he doesn't know the reason, but you're trying to make him feel comfortable with you. Daryl frowns harder, something twists in his gut, why would you want to be nice to someone you don't even know? He's one of the bad guys, he's admitted himself that he's part of a dangerous group, so why? A burst of anger and rage seizes him and he opens the haystack door violently.

You freeze as you see him appear through the door, eyes wide open and Daryl is breathing heavily through his nose, his nostrils flaring with each breath and his crossbow held high in the air.

“What the hell is goin' here?” grunts without lowering the crossbow.

“I'm helping him, he's hurt.”

“That ain't yer problem.” He barks and you frown, ignore him and carefully continue to treat Randal's wrists, which are raw from the rubbing of the handcuffs.

Daryl tenses his jaw once again, incredulous that you can be so stubborn. He lowers the crossbow hanging it back on his back and approaches you. Laughter is still ringing in his ears and anger bubbles under his skin. It's frustrating and he doesn't want to feel this way. He doen't know how to make it shut up. He walks over to you and grabs your arm, with a yank he lifts you up and pulls you out of the haystack, you kick and protest trying to let go, but Daryl holds your arm like his hand is an iron pincer. Daryl has to use all his strength because you've dug your heels into the ground and he's practically dragging you because you've left your body in dead weight. Daryl screams in pain as your teeth dig into the hand holding you and he releases you abruptly. Your body loses balance and you fall backwards on your ass. Daryl looks at your scarred teeth in his hand and turns to look at you. You are still on the ground, and the anger is evident in you, but also in him.

“Yer crazy!?” He yells and you snort.

“Am I the crazy here? Really!? What's wrong with you, asshole!?” You yell in return.

“Yer helpin' the enemy!” He grunts looking at his hand again, your bite is turning red and a bit bloody.

“For God sakes, it's a child!”

“He ain't yer problem!” He yells at you once again and you take a breath trying to control yourself.

“Daryl… Randal isn't dangerous, Dale wanted…”

“Dunno talk ‘bout him! Ya ain't belong to our group!”

“That didn't seem to matter to you when you fucked me!”

“It was a mistake!”

“Oh! Sure it was!”

Daryl's jaw tenses when he hears your response. He knows he hasn't been able to control his mouth in time either, but hearing those words come out of your mouth still ring in his ears. You suddenly relax, Daryl also seems to deflate a bit, but he still frowns as he can't stop thinking about how you were helping the kid in the haystack.

"Let's go. Don't come by here again." He growls and grabs your arm again, tugging you slightly.

"W... What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!" You demand wanting to let go. "Who do you think you are to order me anything, you think because you fuck me you have the right to talk to me like that!?"

"Shut up!" He yells back and looks around, the last thing he needs right now is for everyone to know. You frown as you watch him look desperately everywhere.

"Do I disgust you that much that you don't want anyone to know?" you ask him hurt and Daryl's eyes widen again.

Something snaps inside Daryl, he doesn't know how to deal with the words that just came out of your mouth. He doesn't feel disgusted by you, in fact it's quite the opposite, in any case he would feel disgusted with himself for assaulting you like that in the river, but he doesn't know how to express himself, he's never been good with words and when he's under pressure even less so he growls in frustration, letting go of your arm.

“Ya a stupid bitch!” He grunts and he turns away, feeling the anger rising in his stomach.

But things don't get any better, when Randal escapes and soon after Daryl discovers that it was Shane who let him out and he killed him himself. Rick is out there with him, you want to go looking for them, but a gunshot in the distance freezes the blood in your veins. And not only that, a horde of Walkers is approaching the farm. Panic sets in from one moment to the next, the barn is on fire, the dead are surrounding the house, Carl has disappeared... everything is in complete chaos. Daryl manages to get out of there with the motorcycle, he sees Rick pass by with Lori and Carl in a car, Maggie and Glenn are also riding together. He is nervous because he stays behind checking that everyone is getting out of there, but he doesn't see you. A pressure digs into his chest. He bites his lip and shakes his leg desperately. T-dog drives by with the blue van and they stop.

"Daryl! She's been left behind! She was surrounded by Walkers!" yells Carol at him and needs no more information.

He starts the engine of the bike and turns around going back to the farm, he knows that the noise of the bike can attract the attention of the dead, but he doesn't care. He just wants to find you. He spots you on the side of the farm, running away from several Walkers and speeds up to get to where you are. He can see a gesture of surprise and relief on your face at the sight of him, there are traces of tears on your dirty face, but now is not the time.

“C'mon! I haven't all day!” Daryl screams and you practically jump on the back of his bike.

Daryl doesn't stop as you get out of there, he even speeds up again. On the same ride you get well on his back and dare to go around his waist pressing yourself against his back. When the farm is far enough away and there is no sign of any Walkers nearby, Daryl diverts the path of his bike by stopping on the side of the road. There is a small rest area and he leaves the bike there. He gets out of his seat, running his hands over his face. He is frustrated and scared. He doesn't like feeling this way, he feels he can't think clearly. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as you get off the bike too, looking around nervously, rubbing your arms in an attempt to comfort yourself. Daryl walks purposefully towards you, fists clenched, heart racing.

“Yer hurt? Bites? Scratches?” He asks approaching you.

“N… no… they didn't catch me…” You mumble nervously, your eyes again filled with tears. “But… Andrea… she…”

“Dunno care Andrea now.” He cuts off your words and you look at him surprised.

Daryl holds your face in his hands and leans in to kiss you. The surprise is evident on your face, of all the things you expected Daryl to be able to do in a situation like this, kissing you was the one you never would have imagined. He can't pull away, as your lips meet the images of the river come back to his mind and his whole body reacts as your hands rest on his waist and your mouth opens, giving him access. His hand tightens in your hair and the other goes down to your waist to press your bodies closer together. You gasp and Daryl tenses for a moment, then pulls away, his breathing ragged and pupils dilated.

“Yer okay?”

“Y… yes… I'm just…” You aren't sure what to say.

“Let's go, we have to find the others.” He says to you and you nod.

You return to the bike and without saying anything you set off again towards the road where you hope to find the rest of the group. Luckily the others are there waiting for you. After agreeing on what you are going to do from now on, you set off, Daryl makes room for you on the back of his bike and you continue your journey together. The hunter has insisted on it, after what happened at the Greene farm he doesn't want to lose sight of you as much as possible. The following months become hard, Daryl hunts what he finds to try to keep the group, in the houses they find they have already looted the supplies or there are so many Walkers that you can't even stay there to rest.

That night Daryl is standing guard at the camp you have managed to set up among some ruins on the side of the road. He's had a strange conversation with Carol, doubting Rick's leadership, and now he can't stop thinking about it. Rick is keeping you alive, why should he be doing anything wrong? What was the woman expecting him to do? He growls low and bites his thumb. He tenses under his poncho turning his head and discovers you at his side, arms crossed, wanting to keep your body warm, winter is coming to Georgia and if it catches you on the road, you'll be screwed. Even more so with a baby on the way.

“What’re ya doin'? Go to sleep.” He says to you and you shake your head approaching him. “What?” He asks you with a frown when he sees that you don't open your mouth.

“You kissed me… again.” You finally say and Daryl feels all his body tense. “You said that was a mistake and you kissed me later…”

“You said it was a mistake too.” He says with a husky voice, looking down avoiding your eyes.

“Of course I said it, what’s suppose I have to say when you look at me like that?” You tell him with a frown and running a hand over your face. Daryl sees your frustration and understands you, for he feels the same way, he is not able to deal with what is tormenting him, there are too many things on his mind and he is not able to put them all in order. He gets up from the stone he is sitting on and walks towards you, he doesn't really know what he is going to say to you, nor how the words that are jumbling around in his head will come out of his mouth.

“I… I don't think it was a mistake… I wanted it to happen but… not like this, I…” He keeps stammering, a stutter prevents him from expressing himself as he would really like to. You continue to stare at him, waiting. “Yer always on my mind and… I tried to pushed ya away ‘cause…”

“Are you trying to say me that you like me?”

“I dunno… I never felt… like this before…”

“And what’s about Randal? You were jealous?”

“No. Maybe…” Daryl looks down once more shaking his shoulders in a vague response. He can almost feel you smiling and that again bothers him. He doesn't like you teasing him, he's not good at it and he feels trapped.

“It's okay, Daryl, I understand what are you trying to say, but you can't talk to me or treat me like this, I'm a human and I have my own feelings, you know? I'm not going to pressure you, if you really feel something for me… just tell me when you’ll feel ready, but please don't push me away from you… we can be friends too… don't you think?”

Daryl hesitates for a moment, but finally nods his head with a small grunt reaffirming his gesture and you smile. Daryl sees the hesitation in you and his heart races as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek.

“Good night, Daryl.” You mutter and return to the group, leaving the hunter with his guard.

After a few more days of searching, you finally find the prison. It's full of walkers, but you manage to clear the outside courtyard and get a decent meal. In the distance you see Daryl and Carol talking on top of the bus you have placed at the gate so the walkers can't get to you. You smile because you're glad to see that the redneck finally trusts the rest of the group enough to dare to make friends, plus you feel a strange and beautiful friendship forming between the two of them and you like that. You have a quiet dinner, even Beth starts to sing, calming the tension of your tired bodies. The next morning you clean up Block C and although it is unpleasant to know that all those people have died there in the worst way, you now have a roof over your heads. Daryl doesn't seem comfortable with sleeping in a cell, so he stays in the hallway on the second floor, with a few sheets and using his own backpack and quiver as a pillow, but for the most part you're all fine.

Until chaos breaks out once again.

You have found some prisoners in the mess hall who are trying to survive as best they can. Some of them have no intention of starting a war with the group, but others are unable to leave their past behind. Rick has to make the decision to get rid of them, but they manage to take the walker yard again and you are forced to fight for your lives once more. When all the chaos passes, Carl and Maggie show up with a baby in their arms, but Lori doesn't come back with them. Grief and despair take hold of Rick who seems immersed in his own madness for the next few days. You all strive to care for the little baby as she travels from hand to hand being coddled and fed. Daryl looks very tender with the baby in his arms.

However, something else is bothering the hunter and he is not able to hide it. After they helped save the block, Axel and Oscar have become part of the group, although not everyone trusts them. Daryl keeps a close eye on them, Oscar is quiet and doesn't talk much, but Axel just hangs around the women in the group and he doesn't like it. He's even seen Carol call him out for getting too close to Beth.

That morning you are busy at the gate killing walkers who crowd the prison gate wanting to get to you. It is one of the tasks you take turns, keeping watch, killing walkers, taking care of the baby and looking for supplies that you can't find in the prison as you don't trust yourselves to go too far from C block, in case you find yourselves surrounded by walkers again. Axel is with you helping you, or rather giving you conversation more than helping. The man hasn't interacted with anyone of the opposite sex for too long and it's obvious he has his own needs, you are amused by his desperate attempt to get one of you to like him, but he always fails.

"Hey, you!" You both hear Daryl's voice approaching you. "Go back inside, yer on watchtower duty." He says to Axel growling at the end of the sentence. Axel seems to hesitate for a moment, but finally gives him the iron bar and walks away leaving you two alone. You watch Daryl's frown as he watches the man walk away, biting his lip.

"He was just helping me." You tell him earning a snort.

"That one doesn't want to help ya, why are ya always surrounded by men?" he growls in annoyance and you raise your eyebrows letting out an amused chuckle. Daryl scowls at you, he doesn't see the humor in it. “What?”

“No, nothing… It’s pretty funny seeing you jealous…”

“I ain’t…” He mutters and bites his lower lip in frustration. “It’s his fault, he’s always around ya, like a prick, What’s the matter with him? He was a vulture in other life or what?” He grunts once again and you laugh hard.

“Sorry…” You say when you see him frowning. “But Axel is harmless. I mean, he's been alone for a long time, surrounded by men, I think he's feeling a little overwhelmed now and trying to.... I don't know, be a gentleman."

"Oh sure, a gentleman, he just wants to fuck someone."

"Yes, but as I say he tries to conquer our heart first." You laugh again and Daryl clenches his jaw in disgust. "Two days ago he thought Carol was a lesbian and wen she said him that she wasn’t he hasn't left her alone since that… He's afraid of me, he doesn't talk much with me."

"Yeah, I just saw that." Daryl says with a teasing tone.

"I guess it's also because you're always around me and looking at everyone with that face." You shrug and Daryl shoots you an angry look and you laugh. "Yeah, that one."

"Shut up..." He mutters lowering his gaze, feeling his anger slowly deflate.

You smile leaving your task of keeping the walkers at bay. That morning there isn’t too much movement around the prison, so you can be safe for another day. You place the iron bar on your belt and walk over to him, stroking his cheek affectionately. Daryl feels himself flinch under your touch and his fists clench. He is unable to control himself when you are near and it frustrates him. He looks up to face you seeing you still smiling for him and something twists inside him.

Rick is slowly coming to his senses only to be rammed by a new threat. Gleen and Maggie have been kidnapped by a psychopath and a wounded woman has appeared by the prison telling you about a town, not far from there, where the "Governor" is a sinister man, the people seem to live in peace and harmony, but there are many things hidden. They are the ones who have taken Gleen and Maggie. Rick prepares a patrol to go in search of them, Daryl has become his most trusted man, so he is not going to leave him alone at any time, the new woman, Michionne, also goes to show them the way, Oscar also joins the cause although Rick isn’t totally convinced of this. They are going out that same night and you approach Daryl. You touch his arm, concerned, and he looks at you biting his lip.

"Be safe..." You ask squeezing your hands nervously. "Come home, please." You ask again, staring at him. Daryl falls silent, his heart beating too fast, wanting to say something, but his mouth refuses to cooperate. He grunts and nods, reaches up to brush against your arm, but you can't control yourself and hug him, hiding your face in his chest. Daryl's whole body tenses under your touch, but he succeeds in squeezing your shoulders kissing the top of your head.

"I'll be back, don't worry." He promises you.

But Daryl doesn't come back.

Daryl has found his brother and he’s his family. No one wants him in prison and he isn’t going to give him up again. He knows he isn’t acting consciously, that his real family is in the prison, that Merle has abandoned him throughout his life so many times he can't count them anymore, yet he is unable to abandon him. He is his brother. As they move away from the rest of the group Daryl endures the taunts and insults Merle has in store for each of those he considers his friends. His mouth starts to fill with shit when he talks about Gleen and Daryl explodes because he doesn't know shit about any of you. Then in his mind you pop up and he stops. He shouldn't be there. He's promised you he was going back to the prison and yet there he is, in the middle of the woods with a total asshole he can't even call a brother, who allied himself with a bunch of psychos instead of going after him, instead of helping Andrea get out of there he was following everything the Governor said to the letter. It was pathetic. He snorts loudly and shoves his brother's shoulder who looks at him confused.

"What yer doin’ man?"

"I'm going back to where I really belong." He grunts without stopping walking. "Ya can do whatever the hell ya want, like always." He sentences leaving his brother behind.

You are in your cell hugging your legs nervously. Your head is resting on your knees and you feel that you are unable to control your tears again. Daryl is gone, and that has broken you more than you thought it would. You had really hoped that he would return to the prison, maybe not with you, but with the rest of the group, he had earned his place in a big way, everyone wanted him there and yet, from what Gleen and Maggie had told you, he had put his own brother above any of you. You'd understand if Merle wasn't... well, Merle. Axel has tried to talk to you, not just him, Carol is also hurt by the archer's abandonment, but you don't want to see anyone. You have no right to feel that way either, you know Daryl didn't formally confess, he was fighting his own feelings and you gave him the space he felt he needed, you asked him not to treat you differently and he had tried by making your living together more pleasant for both of you.

You sniffle through your nose and wipe your tears away in frustration. You startle when you discover a figure leaning against your cell door and your heart stops.

"Who made ya cry?" he asks you hoarsely, with a smile that reflects apology and you laugh in a gasp.

"An idiot..." You joke seeing his smile widen and he gives you a sidelong glance.

"Sorry..." He mumbles and dares to enter your cell with hesitant steps. You get up from your bunk and walk over to him hugging him, not caring if he is uncomfortable with it or not. He owes you, for making you care. "I'm back, girl." He whispers in your ear and your hair stands up in goose bumps.

You pull away and you know that maybe you're crossing a line that Daryl can't afford yet, but you don't care. You stand on tiptoe and kiss him holding onto his shoulders. Daryl's body tenses again, but he responds to your kiss by grabbing your cheeks and taking a step forward, the two of you standing in the center of the cell. You gasp against his mouth and his tongue tangles with yours making the kiss more intense. Daryl's hands tighten on your waist like a pincer, you stroke the back of his neck, tugging at the slightly longer locks hearing him growl against your mouth. He slowly pulls you back until your back slams against the bunk structure. You need a moment to breathe, his mouth moves down to your neck, kissing and biting your skin, you gasp and close your eyes at the sensation, your hands run down his back pressing your fingers lightly against his shoulders as his teeth close a little tighter on the curve of your neck and his lips suck on your skin leaving a small mark. You spread a few centimeters apart so that Daryl manages to remove the various layers of shirts you're wearing and lays you down on the cell bunk. He watches you from your position, your breathing agitated, your cheeks flushed and your skin marked by the line of his kisses and the trace of his beard. He hesitates before shedding his vest and tank top and you gasp in surprise. After that day you healed him at the Greene farm you had never seen his naked torso again. You discover some new scars, but you don't stop to ask. Not now. Daryl awkwardly gets rid of his boots and his pants and stands completely naked in front of you. You bite your lip with desire, roaming his body with your gaze. Daryl walks over to you, you try to get rid of what's left of your clothes, but he takes over. You groan as he pulls your legs apart and bites your cunt on the rough fabric of your jeans. A giggle escapes you as you feel the man's desperation as he growls and nearly rips your clothes from your skin. He crawls until he is completely on top of you and kisses you desperately, bites your lips, bursts inside your mouth with his tongue making you gasp and sigh arching under his body as he starts rubbing his hard cock against your cunt covered by the fabric of your panties still feeling you getting wetter and wetter.

"Daryl..." You gasp his name getting his attention. His gaze is darkened, his pupils dilated and there's a strange smile on his mouth that makes you shudder beneath him.

"I'm here, girl..." He growls again, settles on top of you reaching a hand between your bodies, stroking you over the fabric of your panties, you moan and bite your lip, you spread your legs wider to give him more access and he joins in to rip the fabric protecting you. "Yer so wet for me..." He says sliding his fingers through your folds feeling his fingers getting wet every time he moves them up and down all over your pussy. You moan again and wiggle your hips against him, wanting to feel his fingers inside you. "Yer so desperated..." Your whole body vibrates as his breath brushes against your swollen muscle, sending gentle shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You bite your lip and close your eyes in anticipation of what's to come, wishing he would.

“Please, Daryl… I need you…” You beg and the hunter grunts against your pussy and opens his mouth catching yours folds with his lips sucking all your wetness. You moan loudly and arch up, thrusting your hips against his mouth. His tongue runs along your folds and his lips suck on your clit, he licks and lightly bites your sensitive muscle making you tremble under his touch and your fingers close tightly around his hair. “Daryl!” You moan again bitting your lower lip.

“Ya taste so fuckin’ good” He grunts and you feel your cheeks blushing.

His mouth plays and has fun with your pussy making you wetter and wetter, your gasps and moans louder, you shudder under his body feeling like you are on the verge of your orgasm, Daryl's fingers grope the entrance of your cunt and slide slowly, without resistance, he moves them in and out and you can't hold on any longer. You moan louder and arch against his fingers feeling yourself cum clutching the sheets of the bunk as your mind becomes a mess and your vision dims seeing little sparks of light. Daryl's tongue picks up your cum sucking on your clit once more before crawling over you and seeking your mouth kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue and gasp at the taste.

“I want…” You start saying feeling all your face red, but he shakes his head.

“Not now.” He just says and he puts your legs around his own waist.

The tip of his cock brushes your entrance and he stares at you, you bite your lip nodding your head, giving him the permission his gaze is asking for. Daryl slowly pushes slowly entering your pussy, which dilates with every inch he pushes inside until he is completely encased inside you. You both gasp in pleasure, your walls tighten around his cock feeling it throb inside you. Daryl grunts and holding onto the sheets begins to move on top of you. You moan arching under his body as his cock touches a g spot and you hug his shoulders moving in time with him, clenching around him each time you feel him thrusting in and out of you, snatching grunts of pleasure that turn into soft moans hidden in the hollow of your neck. Slowly Daryl's hips begin to move faster, his breathing becomes erratic and his thrusts become more and more irregular and jerky inside you feeling on the edge. His hands sink under your body to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him, feeling him deeper if possible. His last onslaught hits your g-spot and you moan arching up, hugging his shoulders, clawing at his skin, cumming on his cock, clenching around him bringing him to his own climax, feeling him fill you completely.

You don't know at what point you've fallen asleep, but you wake with a start when the smell of humor hits your nose. You open your eyes to find Daryl sitting on the edge of the bunk, his back to you, smoking absentmindedly, oblivious to the fact that you've woken up or it seems. You lie there for a moment, staring at his scarred back. It isn’t the first time you've seen it, but it’s the first time Daryl seems to have allowed you to do so willingly. They are very old signs, he clearly never had an easy life, but that has made him strong over the years. You bite your lip and slowly sit up behind him, making just enough noise for him to know you're awake, for him to cover if he needs to, but Daryl doesn't move. You sit on his back wrapping your arms around his chest kissing every scar on his back. You feel him tense for a moment, but he doesn't move, he lets you trace each mark with your lips, feeling his skin go goosebumps at the warm touch of your lips, your hands caress his chest, run over the scars on his belly and chest, Daryl sighs and tosses the cigarette to the floor of the cell, resting his hands on your legs dangling on either side of his body.

"I can't leave ya..." He mumbles and you look sideways at him, saying nothing. "This is where I belong now... With everyone, with ya..." He bites his lip feeling like it's hard for him to talk about it. "If ya..."

"Yes, yes I want to be with you, Daryl, I don't want to be separated from you anymore..." you whisper against his back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I ain’t goin’ anywhere." He promises you and you both smile.

Thanks for reading! I hoped you enjoyed it!!

I’ll see in the next story!!

#normanreedus #norman reedus #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #darylxfemreader #smut #secondpart #oneshot #prisonera #twd #twd fanfiction

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day 1 who do you think you are - character recs

Creator’s Week 2021 for @roswellnewmexicocreate - Day 1 : Character Recs

This is my favorite fandom event, and my third year doing it. The last year was really difficult, and fanfic more than ever was my escape from it. Shout out to all the writers, commenters, and lurkers who kept fandom going during it.

Rosa Ortecho:

heal it or break it all apart by @adiwriting : (7,600) All Rosa’s ever done is break things. Her entire life she’s destroyed everything she’s ever touched. So it’s really no surprise when she comes back that her powers do the same. Alternatively- 4 times somebody tries to get Rosa to seek help with her powers and one time she decides to help herself. GEN

why i like it: I pretty much love whatever Britt writes, but in the light of how season 3 is going, I found myself returning to this fic more than a few times. She really captures the fierce but vulnerable Rosa in this beautifully.

Kyle Valenti:

at every occasion i’ll be ready for a funeral by @bydayornight (1,330) Kyle goes on a vacation after the events of 3x04 and meets an unlikely beach companion. GEN

why i like it: Christine has become one of my new favorite writers, and has been a season 3 coda writing machine. Here is where we all would like Kyle to be - lounging on a beach without a care in the world (with that RNM twist! lol) She also does a brilliant job with the Kyle and Michael vibes here.

Maria Deluca:

Butter(bar)flies by @andrea-lyn (4,447) When all of Maria’s people fly away for new opportunities, she needs to find new ones. The lost decade and what should have been. MILUCA

why i like it: Manda has written some of my favorite stories, and even has dragged me into Ted Lasso, but this little lost decade AU is one of my favorites. She captures the flirty vibe of season 1 Michael/Maria, and inserts it into a time when it really makes sense to me for that a friends-with-benefits-relationship should have begun, to give weight to a choice for Michael. Maria is wonderfully characterized here, and it really makes it clear how a real love triangle should have been structured.

Liz Ortecho:

heart of lightning (a roswellian tale) by @bitch-ass-aliens (20,095) When Ser Elizabeth Ortecho of the Roswellian Court is sent by Queen Isobel to retrieve the heart of the missing King Maxwell from a fearsome lightning dragon guarding it, she knows success could bring her one step closer to completing a quest of her own. Ten years ago, a mage named Ophiuchus curse her sister with eternal slumber, and Liz has been searching for him ever since. Saving the king could be the key to learning Ophiuchus's true identity and saving Rosa. But the dragon is not what it appears to be. Soon Liz finds herself needing to guard her heart from feelings forgotten long ago as she and her friends journey back to Roswell, King Max by their side, with more than just the fate of Rosa hanging in the balance. For Ophiuchus's plans are bigger and more dangerous than any of them realize. ECHO

why i like it: This was part of the RNM Big Bang last year and as a fellow participant, I did my best to read and feedback the other submissions, which meant reading something that wasn’t Malex 😂🤯 - suz made it easy, writing a beautifully detailed medieval AU that retold the story of Rosa, Noah, and Max’s S1 sacrifice, through the amazing POV of Ser Liz. This story had everything I love about Liz- her devotion to her family, her bravery in doing hard things, and her love for Max.

Max Evans:

highway to the sun by @angsty-nerd (22,236) Noah’s heart is failing, and Max is on the verge of death. His final wish is to see Liz one last time, so he and Michael road trip to Los Angeles so that Max can say his goodbyes. ECHO

why i like it: Another part of the 2020 RNM Big Bang - Instead of a focus on Liz in this Echo story, we’re deep in the psyche of Max Evans, who is trying to tie up loose ends before he dies. I love the atmosphere of the road trip, the sadness of the clock that Max is trying to run out, and the whole Michael/Max brotherly bond in this story. It’s got all the sweet elements of some of my favorite romantic dramas - like “Beaches” or “Dying Young”, but mixed with the sci fi of RNM. Even though it was written pre-season 3, I really love how it ties up season 2 here.

Alex Manes:

i’m just like my mother, we both love to run @meneatyoghurt (5,211) After what his dad does, he runs and runs and runs. A look at Alex's relationship with running, from track and field to leaving Roswell. MALEX IMPLIED

why i like it: Alex is one of my favorite characters on RNM, mostly because of how hard he tries in spite of his flaws. I love a good story that focuses on why it’s a struggle for Alex to be present, and doesn’t shy away from the fallout of his actions. This is a gorgeous look into Alex and his tendency to run to feel safe, and how that affects his relationships, and why he wants to stop. I just have a lot of feelings about Alex, especially after reading this.

Michael Guerin :

looking for yourself out there by @haloud (6,670) It’s early; it’s a weeknight. Michael can only be here to get blasted or for Marco himself, and both of them know it.It’s been a while since this was a game, for Michael. The flirting he did with Maria was something else, a class all her own. Sex, and the lead up to sex, for the longest time was either life-or-death or it was a helpless, hopeless lashing out for any human contact. (It was either Alex, or it was Maria, or it wasn’t.)So this is nice. MICHAEL/OTHER

why i like it: I privately think hal understands Michael Guerin like no other, and their fic is just a delight for anyone who wants to look under that macho cowboy exterior to see him. One of the things we both agree on as Michael Guerin fans, is that Alex is not the male exception for Michael. And while the show will probably never deliver a Michael/OMC storyline like they have with Max/Jenna, Isobel/Blair, Liz/Heath, Alex/Forrest - that’s what fanfic is for and this story is so satisfiying. If you don’t come away from this story loving Marco and wishing he was real... I don’t know what to tell you. I was so inspired by it, I wrote my own Michael/OMC story.

Isobel Evans:

future starts slow by @foramomentonly (4,799) The bartop is sticky, but Maria's skin is clean and soft.This is how it starts. Brushes of fingers as Maria passes over a glass of wine; her cool, dry hand cupping Isobel's wrist as she reads her palm; Isobel's fingertips pressed to Maria's temples, wisps of curls caught around her knuckles as they practice combining their powers. MARIBEL

why i like it: It’s just facts that Maria and Isobel have incredible chemistry, their banter is off the charts, and I love this sexy story of Isobel approaching Maria for more after they’ve been circling each other for a while. It’s a gorgeous look at two strong women who very rarely let down their guards, but for each other, they do. The sex is really hot, but I think what lingers most with me is how this story rewards the swan dive of hope, Isobel after a lifetime of “being who she should be” becomes who she wants to be, a woman who loves fiercely but not destructively. Of course, Maria is no wilting flower here, which makes it all the sweeter.

If you like any of these recs, please leave a comment on the story- a ‘this was awesome’ is enough to propell an author into the stratosphere with happiness, so don’t worry about coming up with a unique, never before shared insight- sometimes a keyboard smash and emogi makes all the difference!

#rnmcreate21 #character recs day 1 #maribel #rnm-echo #gen recs #fanfic recs #roswell new mexico #RNM

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Welcome all amazing readers! Today I want to tell you about my first ever novel WIP. I wrote it back in March of 2021 and finished at 56,000 words in the same month! Recently I worked a bit on it and revised it a little and now it is sitting at 58,661 words. I am proud of it, but I know it needs work.

Hope you enjoy this WIP Intro!

The Book Cover

Reason for my WIP Intro:

I am creating my WIP intro, because I want some beta readers. I am in general looking for feedback to my stories and trying to put my story out there in the world and let people know they exist!

Title:

Tales From Deep Within The Bellwoods Forest (I know what you are thinking, longest title ever!) Its my first novel in five years that wasn't supposed to be a novel, go easy on me :)

Genre:

This I am a bit foggy on. I would say horror, but at the same time it isn't that much horror in it. I am going with Supernatural horror

Status:

It is my 1st draft (with plans to rewrite in the future to make it better.) It is complete, but it is very unedited and it needs a lot of work.

POV:

The POV is told in first person from my main character Andrea Lynn Burwin (warning: this story contains switing POV's)

I feel the need to throw in that this story is basically a part 1 to a part 2. I am currently working on the 2nd book, which I will also do a WIP intro for later on.

Synopsis:

In this first story, we see two girls who are sisters. They set out on a not so special day to find themselves something to do. It is on a Friday afternoon on a cool autumn day and it is only a few days before they are back in a concrete classroom prison cell.

While out among the town’s playground, the two find something very eerie and interesting. Before you know it, the two has separated from one another lost in their very own worlds. While they each chase something different following their own random thoughts and curiosities, they both stumble upon the same thing. Deep in these woods where no birds sing and only crows caw you will find a mystery beast and some may say he carries a set of large sharp claws.

While one is lost all to her own, the other has someone’s company she quite enjoys. Together they have a mission to conquer the night and survive these Bellwoods and the beast that lies within them.

Setting:

The setting takes place in a small town called Bellwoods. It is the type of town where everyone knows mostly everyone. It sits in the center of a lot of woodlands, forest, and many miles of mountain ranges, rivers, creeks, and wide open feilds. The year is 2028, but not much has changed considering it is projected 7 years into the future. It is nothing fancy how most futuristic books are, everything for the most part is basic and I hope that doesn't disappoint you.

Story Tropes:

Siblings being siblings, early romance, break-up, two lost loves coming back together, and uniting family members along with family problems. Rebuilding relationships.

If you would like to meet the three main characters and learn about them, please read below the cut!

Meet Andrea Lynn Burwin - The Curious Emo Writer:

Andrea is 15 years old and loves to write, sketch, and paint. She can be a bit sarcastic at times, but once you really get to know her, you will find she is a sweet, kind, and caring free spirited person who tries to do her absolute best and gives her all with everything she does. She has not had an easy life growing up, even though it wasn't the worst in her younger years, as Andrea got older she became a target for her family. Andrea hides so much so well and wesrs a grest big smile over the emotional overwhelming frown she wears every single day. For an introvert you can't exspect much, but Andrea is more going out than most introverts. She finds beauty in natures and loves to be alone out in the world to watch and see. You can tell when she is lost in deep thought and overthinking, fighting her demons. Her strength comes from her family. Growing up, the only person she ever truly had is her little sister Sheela. She always done her best to take care of Sheela, but we can't forget they are siblings. Sheela can get to Andrea sometimes, but that never stops Andrea from watching out for her baby sister and protecting Sheela with her life. Andrea is a lover and a fighter, but she is still only a teenager. It takes her having a wake-up call for her to fully grasp life and figure out what is happening around her, to stand her ground, and take her place in her life.

Meet Sheela Macy Burwin - The young adolescent just enjoying life:

Sheela is just ten years old and very out-going. She loves meeting new people and be surrounded by lots of people. She thrives in parties and social gatherings. She does her best to live up to the exspectations of her older sister and guardian watching her, but she also wants to live up to her potenial and be the best she can be. She tries to follow her older sister's footsteps and wants to be just like Andrea. She loves exploring and learning new things, she watches her sister daily in hopes of growing up someday and be just like Andrea. Andrea thinks otherwise, about being a great role model and such. Andrea wants her sister to be better, but how can Sheela be better?

(Both girls grew up without their parents around, naturally Andrea grew up to be her own person, but Sheela can only see Andrea as the only mother figure she has.)

She wants Andrea to be proud of her and tries anything and everything to make that happen as if it is her goal. Sheela's chance to be anything more than a snot nose kid sister has never arrived. The world sees her as a young ankle biter copying her older sister to annoy Andrea, but that lies far from the truth. One day she will prove herself to be so much more.

Meet Kye Ben Roberts- The hard working traveler/explorer:

Kye is 17 and loves nature. Even though Kye is an introvert he loves being alone out in the world travling and exploring his surroundings. He admires nature and can get lost for hours looking beyond the blue skies and green grass. He has had a rough bringing up, but still manages to find the silver lining to keep moving forward. He apperciates his life, being alive, and having people in his life who cares about him. He works everyday after school working to help support him and his grandpa. His grandpa raised him from 14 years of age til now. When given a great opprutunity we get to see Kye jump on a great offer and is relieved to have it. Kye is a fun loving free spirit who can spot his wrongs and does his best to make them right. He loves someone in his life very dearly and up on making a mistake he regrets, now all he wants to do is fix his mistake and regain what he has lost. He is a soft, kind, and caring soul, but even though he paints a smile on his face and acts tough and brave, there is so much more than meets the eye. You dig a little deeper and you will soon find the real true Kye.

I just want you to keep in mind that I am looking for feedback and beta readers, if you are interested please message me for the link. It will be grestly apperciated. Hope you enjoyed this WIP Introduction!

That concludes this WIP Intro! I hope you liked it and I can't wait to meet new people and find amazing readers and writers. Thank you so much for taking the time to stop and read my post! :)

#writingonesdreams #writeblr intro #writing wip #writerblr #writers block #writing #writers of tumblr #writing community #writeblr community #writblr #wip intro #kg-wille #writerscorner #writersontumblr #writersoftumblr #writeblr #my writing #wipexcept #creativewriting

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nobody-knose--archive · 2 years

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OH AND on that note can you share more about your fullerenes characters 👀👀

to start, i've got some ocs from a damn while ago called adrian & daniel, based on adrian from temporary boyfriend. i typed up a decently long thing about them a while ago but can't find it anymore so basically, the year is 2002 and adrian capaldi (he/she/it/they) could kick anyone's ass, and daniel matthews (he/him, she/shells, e/em, blank/blanks) is some nervous schmuck who tends to prefer written communication to verbal. after some shenanigans in which his friends egg him on a whole bunch to arrange some kind of date with them, they actually start up more elaborate communication over letters, at first, then, once adrian's introduced it to em decently, online forums & chat rooms! they hang around queer servers mostly, having fun on the wonders of digital communication. daniel's black & jewish, and adrian is of scottish descent.

more recently (& far less developed, as in i am going to make up all their names on the spot right now), how about arlet cisneros ibarra (she/her, ble/bleeps, byte/bytes, zi/ziz), the titular tetris girl of that very song, and her girlfriend fatima saleh (they/them, she/her, ve/vim, pri/prer). figures of legends in two completely different social spheres. nobody ever sees them like, hanging out together, but whenever someone asks out arlet zi's like nah i have a partner, and fatima is frequently going oh man thanks for the free dress my gf will adore it, and so on. arlet is mexican & puerto rican, fatima is liberian.

in contrast, the two guys from abigail- logan engels & ryan yang, they/he criss/cross & he/ze/xe respectively -are never apart from each other. ever. they're the number one slightly annoying, incredibly affectionate, and dysfunctional-seeming gay couple you'll ever meet. they are most commonly seen: bickering whilst cuddling in public, offering unwarranted relationship advice to the hets, and fucking it up in gay bars. i'd say they also date abigail but that's up to june because she's more his oc. regardless they are bi4bi solidarity And hostility. logan is wichita native and ryan is (east) chinese.

i don't have much to say about grace, other than: protagonist/pov character of glamour, transfem she/ey, the girlfriend of not my girlfriend. the (not referred to as such but, c'mon) not my boyfriend of not my girlfriend is adam (transmasc he/vae/it, mouse/mouself), extremely t-not-4-t-because-they're-both-acespec-and-arospec solidarity with grace. the specific line "no, but thanks for asking, she is not my girlfriend" i imagine takes place at a party where some fuck took a look at adam & how much it was hanging around grace, decided to hit her up through him, and misgendered em in the process, to which an extremely emphatic She is not my Girlfriend is like. the only response adam could think of making. mouse is a bit of a mess <3. both of them are african american, adam of sudanese descent.

what else what else. more miscellaneously i like to imagine every hapless guy who's just kind of a pov for songs like andrea, rosemary's baby, secretary of state, geo, and so on (mostly better dating through technology songs. huh) just kinda hangs out sometimes to lament about the struggles of life, girl-related or not. except the gravitational pull guys. they never suffer because they have physics.

the pov guy from satan is a baby (that lives in the sun) is like 6 years old and definitely one of the dudes' younger brothers (maybe they share older brotherhood of them or something) and they also have a younger sibling who's like. 3. and watches the teletubbies a lot. terrifying hir older sister. one time they tried asking their teacher for help with the teletubbies problem but their older brother told their teacher ahead of time to prank them and instead they just ended up crying and because of that i think their older brother took them to one of the Hapless Fellows meetings as compensation. it all worked out in the end because the baby sibling got put watching sesame street instead. god knows why ze was watching a british show in the first place.

#welcome to questions answered #grace (song) could presumably be from grace (character)'s point of view but idk man that's a love song i won't bother with it #tis i #weirdly enough characters like madeline & anna i haven't bothered to make up at all. i feel like i could if i tried hard enough #but i wouldn't really want to nor do i think it'd be super interesting currently #anyway boy i sure write a lot of anxious dudes with their incredibly ass-kicking casually genderqueer buddies.#i mean it fits the fullerenes' songs but also this is a general observation about my ocs as a whole #(i'm aware this is a hella old ask however i've been busy lately. the oc-making inspo only hit right now. and it sure hit hard)#the fullerenes #admittedly unspecific dialogue

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Part 1 - Hate and Pain...

Okay...I will be honest here...I didn't change much in this part, I just added 2 - 4 more sentences. But let's be a little more honest...

Your name will be Destiny Andrea Dust, you have dark blue eyes which can turn into red or even black when you are angry, pale skin and black hair which have dark blue color in the ends in front of your face. There is more than just Morro x Reader love. Some characters will find love too, which are my characters. So here is now the thing...Because my phone always writes 'Do, be, gone' or something like that, when I wrote Y/N or E/C etc... I gave you a name and all that... If you don't like it, change it to your liking ! That's all ! Enjoy !

No one’s POV.....

It was dark and raining outside, she went home from her 'work', completely done for today. All she wanted was getting home and throw herself into her best friend....the bed. She hated to admit it, but she needed to sleep. She had nightmares about a little boy, who died many years ago...They hunt her every time, no matter what.

They appeared everywhere. In her sleep, by day dreaming, taking naps...just everywhere ! She tried to avoid sleep and all that as much as she can. And then there was something that fills the top of her cask. She lived with the ninja and their Sensei ! Great...just fan - FUCKING - GREAT !! She hated them all, even Sensei Wu. He is the most she hates !

And it has reasons why she does, a very good ones ! She clenched her hands into fists of anger and hate as she thought about the reasons again. Wu showed her, in the past, how much he cared, oh HELL he DID !! He didn't saw, what she saw ! He never liked her ! He and the Ninja think she were heartless, because she never cared about wounds or others' deaths, banished ones and whatever, which were 'close' to them and her. She didn't even cry about Garmadon as he got banished into the Cursed Realm.

The reason is, she can't cry.

She lost feelings. Her soul is breaking. The dark, evil psychopath would break out, if her soul changes into blackness. All the colors her soul had....are gone... She could only feel hate, thirst for revenge, disappointment, and...she misses....them... she misses everything from the past she had...

"IT'S ALL WU’S FAULT !!", she screamed into the night.

She went insane, after she lost everything what meant something to her. No matter...guess she still has to walk to the, not - yet - opened tea shop, called 'Steep Wisdom'. He wanted to open it tomorrow. She growled at the thought of it, helping HIM OF ALL PEOPLE having a tea shop !!

She rather dies painfully and slowly. Kai is the worst of all people, even Jay is now better than anyone. He talks much..yeah, but he left her alone. Kai didn't. He flirts with her, annoys her, calls her 'cute' names she hated, he stalks her and he even forced her to kiss him 6 days ago !!! It was enough. Time for a change...

'NO ! I won't kill him !!'

'Why not ?'

'He will get his punishment soon enough and that not from my hands.'

She smiled at that thought. With that she went into the shop, in her room and climbed out of her window to the roof. She laid there and looked at the clouds, they were blocking her way to see the stars. She sighed. It stopped raining and she thought about what Garmadon had said to her, before she and the Ninja went on Master - Ass - Chen's - kindergarten - island.

Chen took Garmadon away from her. her only hope to be stable with her soul.

She isn't even from Ninjago, she ran there because her Mom ran here to safe herself. She was 400 years old in her realm. The realm is called: Transylvania. Yes ! She is a vampire, but just half, so nothing can hurt or kill her...almost.

In Ninjago, when she came there, she was 4 years old...now she is almost 90 and she still looked like 18 or 15 and it will stay like that for a looooong time. No matter what Wu says or thinks. He doesn't believe in Vampires. And he doesn't even know that he and Garmadon are half Vampires too. HA ! GAAAAY !!

But still....that doesn't fill her hole in Her not beating heart. She wanted to be with someone, until she lost that feeling of being lost. She now was lonely and she takes it as okay. She is about to lose the fight.

Garmadon is gone. And the boy she loved so much...is long gone...he is dead and she knows that...

'Oh brothers...why didn't you just listen to me as I said this will happen ?'

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She fell into the painful memories of the past again. She didn't want to remember it ! But her head made her see it all again. .....her dead friends,....her dead Mother,.....her brother getting banished,......the boy she loved.......

In your memories....

"Destiny ! I love you !"

She stared at the boy, turned around and walked away, acting like she never heard him say these 3 words.

Other flashback.....

"You are such a useless, dumb, little girl Destiny. You disappoint me. Just like your pathetic Mother.", her Father whipped you the whole time and says these words.

But not just her, he even whipped her Sister for that.

"You are such a failure on this Kingdom and family. And that's why you, Destiny will marry Victor Vipes."

That was the reason why she ran away. She didn't find her Sister as she had the plan to escape, so she needed to leave her behind.

Next flashback....

"Mom, where are we going ?"

She and Garmadon went with their Mom somewhere.

"We go search a way to heal Garmadon, dear."

She smiled at Garmadon, he smiled too, but it went quickly away as they heard someone talking and rustling in the bushes. Garmadon held onto her.

"Destiny, hide with Garmadon in the trees. Try to follow me in that way."

They did as they got told. Then they saw HIM. Her Father. He found their Mother. A fight broke out, but as always, her Father played dirty. He called Zombies and these held her in place, until the sun rose up. She screamed in pain and her Father disappeared. In the end their Mother was a statue with the Zombies, out of pure stone. Garmadon cried and she just looked at her shocked. The two went home and told the First Spinjizu Master what happened. He cried too and started to hate her.

Another flashback.....

"Dest ?"

"Yes, Andre ?"

"Truth or dare ?"

"Dare me, Motherfucker.", she told him, playfully.

"I dare you to kiss *****."

She stared at him and then at all the others around herself. Her cheeks went red of embarrassment. She did the dare anyways.

Another flashback again....

She read the newspaper and gasped shocked.

"GARMADON !!!"

She heard fast footsteps. Suddenly the door swung open.

"What is it Destiny ?! What happened ?!"

She gave him the newspaper. He looked at it and read it, his eyes widened in shock.

"No...No ! NO !"

In the newspaper stood:

Yesterday was a very strong storm. 4 people died. One was identified as Andre, better known as **** ******. He got shot in the heart by an Archer who hunted foxes. The other person was identified as ********. He got run over by a truck and his brain is missing... The next person was identified as ******. She was on her way to her house in the forest, but got catched and buried alive by a landslide. She had many broken bones and her body was twisted in all directions. And the last person was identified as ******. His death is unknown...

Garmadon went pale and cried. He then called Wu.

"WU !!"

Wu ran inside and got the newspaper thrown into his face. He took it and read it. He was shocked. As he looked up, she and Garmadon looked at him with angered and disgusted faces. He threw them out and let this happen to them.

Next flashback....

"DESTINY !! HELP ME PLEASE !!! I AM SCARED !!"

"HOLD UP I WILL GET YOU OUT OF THERE !!"

With time she realized, that she couldn't safe him and he didn't know it. She didn't had the guts to tell him.

"I DON'T WANNA DIE DESTINY !! PLEASE HELP ME !!"

"I PROMISE I WILL GET YOU OUT THERE !!!"

She tried in vain to dig a hole in the ground. Now he knew that she can't safe him.

"DON'T PROMISE SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN'T KEEP !!!"

"Dest...if this is my end...I want you to know that....I love you..."

"I LOVE YOU TOO YOU DUMB LITTLE MORON !! I WILL GET YOU OUT THERE !!"

"No...stay there and go...it's over for me...I can't breathe much anymore..."

"GO NOW !!! I DON'T WANNA LET YOU SEE THAT !! I DON'T WANT YOU TO SUFFER LIKE ME !!!" (*****)

"WHY ARE YOU SO STUBBORN ?!" (*****)

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU !!!" (Destiny)

"...." (*****)

"***** ?"

He was unconscious. Lava ran in his direction.

"NOOO !!! ***** YOU NEED TO MOVE !!! WAKE UP PLEASE !!! I BEG YOU !!!"

He didn't wake up, the lava burned his legs, he awoke and screamed in pain. She teared up and called his name over and over again. She stretched her arm in a hole to his direction out, to heal him and safe him, but nothing happened. She lost him for ever. All she could do was watch him burn and die.

"I will wait for you and you for me ! I come back ! I promise !"

He screamed with his last strength at her. She just kept saying 'no'. And then she screamed....

"MORRO !!!!"

MASTERLIST !!!

#Ninjago #Lego Ninjago #Morro #Morro Master of Wind #Morro x Reader #Season 5 #possession #NOT FOR KIDS !!!#Blood x Gore #CUTE BEANS STAY AWAY FROM THIS

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2020 Creator Wrap

()2020 Creator Wrap: Favourite Works

Tagged by @lambourngb.

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Just letting you all know right away, I’m cheating and doing 6. Because I don’t want to choose between the last two. Listen from oldest to latest.

1. Shades of Green - Witten for the RNM Remix this year and it was a remix of Shades of Blue by @unbreakablejemmasimmons. Probably one of the most hopeful fics I have ever written, I loved the way it flowed and ebbed, and it worked perfectly with the original in my mind.

2. When You Walked In (the air went out) - Alex is a vampire and, being an alien, Michael's blood is like catnip to him. First of all stealing the title from the song from True Blood made me giggle endlessly. As did the ballsnifing which made Alex hi. Cracky, angst and kinda fluffy. I wrote tidbits on this for ages before it just suddenly unfurled in my head and became what it is today.

3. Could’ve Had a Family - The one where Max and Isobel tell Michael the secret the’ve been keeping from him. This is angsty even for me, and I know I have made many tears fall because of it, but by god I love it. I wrote this when I needed to get emotions out of my head (it got posted on the 29th of March *cough*) and I was so frustrated and angry that I took it out on the one character I knew could handle it, Michael. It became a story of loss, but also about love.

4. not complete without you - Where Nicky loses his immortality before Joe and they live out the rest of his life together. My most popular fic to date, and all at the fault of @andrea-lyn who gave me this fantastic idea that she didn’t want to write herself. Well I took to the idea like a duck to water and just submerged myself in it. It’s brutal, painful, but in my opinion oh so beatiful. They do go together in the end, I did not seperate them so I wouldn’t get killed.

5. You Take Me Home To Glory’s Trone - TOG Pacific Rim AU co-written with @andrea-lyn. This was so much fun! Immortals manning great big machines to fight Kaiju, me getting to angst as Booker, Manda’s exceptional writing alongside my not so shabby one, what a joy this was. And the end result was amazing, a story I reread often myself.

6. i know he knows he’s killing me for mercy - The Malec Hannibal AU wriiten for the RNM BigBang with @winged-fool. I think both of us knew that when we started this it would be a creepy, uncomfortable, dark AU but did that stop us? No. I wrote the prologue from Dr. Michael Guerin’s POV of the night they killed his sister, and from then on out both of us knew that we would do everything we could to pay homage to Hannibal, Malex and The Finer Things Club. This was a labor of love, hard work and murderous intent, heh.

Tagging @winged-fool, @andrea-lyn, @bestillmyslashyheart, @christchex, @bisexualalienblast if you want to do it, and everyone else not tagged that wants to too!

#2020 creator wrap #my fic

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roaringgirl · 3 years

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Books read in January

I am keeping this as a little record for myself, as I already keep a list (my best new year’s resolution - begun Jan 2018) but don’t record my thoughts

General thoughts on this - I read a lot this month but it played into my worst tendencies to read very very fast and not reflect, something I’m particularly prone too with modern fiction. I just, so to speak, swallow it without thinking. First 5 or so entries apart, I did quite well in my usually miserably failed attempt to have my reading be at least half books by women.

1. John le Carré - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (1974): I liked this a lot! I sort of lost track of the Cold War and shall we say ethics-concerned parts of it and ended up reading a fair bit of it as an English comedy of manners - but I absolutely love all the bizarre rules about what is in bad taste (are these real? Did le Carré make them up?).

2. John le Carré - The Spy Who Came in From the Cold (1963): I liked this a lot less. It seemed at the same time wilfully opaque and entirely predictable. Have been thinking a lot about genre fiction - I love westerns and noir, so wonder if for me British genre fiction doesn’t quite scratch the same itch.

3. David Lodge - Ginger You’re Barmy (1962): This was fine. I don’t have much to say about it - I was interested in reading about National Service and a bit bogged down in a history of it so read a novel. As with most comic novels, it was perfectly readable but not very funny.

4. Dan Simmons - Song of Kali (1985): His first novel. This is quite enjoyable just for the amount of Grand Guignol gore, and also because I like to imagine it caused the Calcutta tourist board some consternation. Wildly structurally flawed, however. Best/worst quote: ‘Hearing Amrita speak was like being stroked by a firm but well-oiled palm.’ Continues in that vein.

5. Richard Vinen - National Service: A Generation in Uniform (2014): If you are interested in National Service, this is a good overview! If not, not.

6. Sarah Moss - Ghost Wall (2018): I absolutely loved this. About a camping trip trying to recreate Iron Age Britain. Just, very upsetting but so so good - a horror story where the horror is male violence and abuse within the (un)natural family unit.

7. Kate Grenville - A Room Made of Leaves (2020): Excellent idea, but not amazing execution - the style is kind of bland in that ‘ironed out in MFA workshops’ way (I have no idea if she did an MFA but that’s what it felt like). Rewriting the story of early Australian colonisation through the POV of John Macarthur’s wife Elizabeth.

8. Ruth Goodman - How to Be a Victorian (2013): I mostly read this for Terror fic reasons, if I’m honest. I skimmed a lot of it but she has a charming authorial voice and I really like that she covers the beginning of the period, not just post-1870.

9. Gary Shteyngart - Super Sad True Love Story (2010): I read this on a recommendation from Ms Poose after I asked for good fiction mostly concerned with the internet, and I thought it was excellent - it’s very exaggerated/non-realistic and that heightening of incident and affect works so well.

10. Brenda Wineapple - The Impeachers: The Trial of Andrew Johnson and the Dream of a Just Nation (2019): What a great book. I had to keep putting it down because reading about Reconstruction always makes me so sad and frustrated with what might have been - the lost dream of a better world.

11. Halle Butler - The New Me (2019): Reading this while single, starting antidepressants and stuck in an office job that bores me to death but is too stable/undemanding to complain about maybe wasn’t a great decision, for me, emotionally.

12. Halle Butler - Jillian (2015): Ditto.

13. Ottessa Moshfegh - Death in Her Hands (2020): Very disappointed by this. I don’t really like meta-fiction unless it’s really something special and this wasn’t. Also, I’m stupid and really bad at reading, like, postmodern allegorical fiction I just never get it.

14. Andrea Lawlor - Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl (2017): This was really really hot! I will admit I don’t think the reflections on gender, homophobia, AIDS etc are very deep or as revealing as some reviews made out, but I also don’t think they’re supposed to be? It’s a lot of fun and all of the characters in it are so precisely, fondly but meanly sketched.

15. Catherine Lacey - The Answers (2017): This was fine! Readable, enjoyable, but honestly it has not stuck with me. There are only so many sad girl dystopias you can read and I think I overdid it with them this month.

16. Hilary Mantel - Wolf Hall (2010, reread): Was supposed to read the first 55 pages of this for my two-person book club, but I completely lack self-restraint so reread the whole thing in four days. Like, I love it I don’t really know what else to say. I was posing for years that ‘Oh, Mantel’s earlier novels are better, they’re such an interesting development of Muriel Spark and the problem of evil and farce’ blah blah blah but nope, this is great.

17. Oisin Fagan - Hostages (2016): Book of short stories that I disliked intensely, which disappointed me because I tore through Nobber in horrified fascination (his novel set in Ireland during the Black Death - which I really cannot recommend enough. It’s so intensely horrible but, like Mantel although in a completely different style/method, he has the trick of not taking the past on modern terms). A lot of this is sci-fi dystopia short stories which just aren’t... very good or well-sustained. BUT I did appreciate it because it is absolutely the opposite of pleasant, competently-written but forgettable MFA fiction.

18. Muriel Spark - Loitering with Intent (1981): Probably my least favourite Spark so far, but still good. I think the Ealing Comedy-esque elements of her style are most evident and most dated here. It just doesn’t have the same sentence-by-sentence sting as most of her work, and again I don’t like meta-fiction.

19. Hilary Mantel - Bring up the Bodies (2012, reread): Having (re)read all of these in about 3 months, I think this is probably my favourite of the three. I just love the way a whole world, whole centuries and centuries of history and society spiral out from every paragraph. And just stylistically, how perfect - every sentence is a cracker. I’m just perpetually in awe of Mantel as a prose stylist (although I dislike that everyone seems to write in the present tense now and blame her for it).

20. Muriel Spark - The Girls of Slender Means (1963, reread): (TW weight talk etc ) As always, Hilary Mantel sets me off on a Muriel Spark spree. I’ve read this too many times to say much about it other than that the denouement always makes me go... my hips definitely wouldn’t fit through that window. Maybe I should lose weight in case I have to crawl out of a bathroom window due to a fire caused by an unexploded bomb from WW2???? Which is a wild throwback to my mentality as a 16 year old.

21. China Mieville - Perdido Street Station (2000, reread): What a lot of fun. I know we don’t do steampunk anymore BUT I do like that he got in the whole economic and justice system of the early British Industrial Revolution and not just like steam engines. God, maybe I should read more sci-fi. Maybe I should reread the rest of this trilogy but that’s like 2000 pages. Maybe I should reread the City and the City because at least that’s short and ties exactly into my Disco Elysium obsession (the mod I downloaded to unlock all dialogue keeps breaking the game though. Is there a script online???)

22. Stephen King - Carrie (1974): I have a confession to make: I was supposed to teach this to one of my tutees and then just never read it, but to be honest we’re still doing basic reading comprehension anyway. That sounds mean but she’s very sweet and I love teaching her because she gets perceptibly less intimidated/critical of herself every lesson. ANYWAY I read half of this in the bath having just finished my period, which I think was perfect. It’s fun! Stephen King is fun! I don’t have anything deeper to say.

23. Hilary Mantel - Every Day is Mother’s Day (1985): You can def tell this is a first novel because it doesn’t quite crackle with the same demonic energy as like, An Experiment in Love or Beyond Black, but all the recurring themes are there. If it were by anyone else I’d be like good novel! But it’s not as good as her other novels.

24. Dominique Fortier - On the Proper Usage of Stars (2010): This was... perfectly competent. Kind of dull? It made me think of what I appreciate about Dan Simmons which is how viscerally unpleasant he makes being in the Navy seem generally, and man-hauling with scurvy specifically. This had the same problem with some other FE fiction which is that they’re mostly not willing to go wild and invent enough so the whole thing is kind of diffuse and under-characterised. Although I hated the invented plucky Victorian orphan who’s great at magnetism and taxonomy and read all ONE THOUSAND BOOKS or whatever on the ships before they got thawed out at Beechey (and then the plotline just went nowhere because they immediately all died???) I had to skim all his bits in irritation. I liked the books more than this makes it sound I was just like Mr Tuesday I hope you fall down a crevasse sooner rather than later.

25. Muriel Spark - The Abbess of Crewe (1974): Transposing Watergate to an English convent is quite funny, although it took me an embarrassingly long time to realise that’s what she was doing even though I lit read a book covering Watergate in detail in December. Muriel Spark is just so, so stylish I’m always consumed with envy. I think a lot of her books don’t quite hang together as books but sentence by sentence... they’re exquisite and incomparable.

Overall thoughts: This month was very indulgent since I basically just inhaled a lot of not challenging fiction. I need to enjoy myself less, so next month we’re finishing a biography of Napoleon, reading the Woman in White and finishing the Lesser Bohemians which currently I’m struggling with since it’s like nearly as impenetrable Joyce c. Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man but, so far... well I hesitate to say bad since I think once I get into I’ll be into it but. Bad.

#book club

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crossbowking · 5 years

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The Road Ahead : Chapter 18

Chapter Index HERE

Summary : (Set in the beginning of season 1) Anna Brooks lost everything after the world ended — the last remaining part of herself being her older brother, who she lost contact with after communications dropped. While en route towards Atlanta to find him, Anna’s truck breaks down, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel new world. Now, Anna must face her fears head on as she struggles to deal with devastating loss, constant danger, and finding her way in a land that now belongs to the dead. But sometimes, a glimmer of hope can be found disguised as a short-tempered, hard-headed redneck who may just save her life in more ways than one.

Pairings : Daryl x Original Female Character

Warnings : Slow-Burn, Language/Violence/typical Walking Dead themes

Author’s Note : Oh. Hi. *crickets*

I KNOW I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN MONTHS. LITERAL MONTHS. I’M SORRY. BUT THIS WRITING SHIT IS LIKE...HARD. I hope y’all remember wtf has happened in this story because I had to go back and reread because I was LOST. So hopefully this shit makes sense. (I’ll insert a recap to refresh everyone’s memory.)

I’m sorry. I’m gonna go hide in the corner now.

Shoutout to @wilhelmjfink for creating the awesome cover pic for this series! Love you bb.

THIS CHAPTER IS DARYL’S POV, ALSO.

Okay, that is all.

xx crossbowking

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Recap...

- Anna was attacked by Merle (hopped up on coke, mind you) en route towards Atlanta in search of her brother, Ben. Their parents died at some point during the journey and Anna now wears their wedding rings on a chain around her neck.

- Daryl swoops in and saves Anna from Merle, fixes her truck, and they have a moment *swoon*. He offers her a place in his group but she declines, putting her family first and continuing for Atlanta (even though he already told her the city was destroyed).

- Anna spends the night in a shitty gas station market, has a flashback of her childhood/a sneak peek into her relationship with Ben, and cries herself to sleep *aw bb, it’s ok*.

- The next day, Anna stumbles across a herd who traps her on the roof of the market...all hope seems lost. Until gunshots from the city draw some of the herd away *aka Rick escaping the tank*. A storm rolls in, providing the small amount of water Anna needs to make it to the city. A car alarm sounds from the city shortly after, drawing more of the herd away *hm...whoever could that be? Possibly a cutie patootie driving a red sports car?...*

- Anna makes her escape and continues for Atlanta. She parks her truck and makes the trek to her brother’s apartment with no trouble. Once there, she finds a walker trapped in his bathroom, but luckily, it’s not Ben. She finds a note from him addressed to her saying that he left for Fort Benning after the city was overrun. Anna stays the night and decides to try for the army base next.

- Anna scavenges the following day, gathers supplies and heads back to her truck before nightfall. She runs into Rick’s group (leaving the city after trying to find Merle) attempting to hotwire her truck, has a not so pleasant reunion with Daryl, but decides to drive the group back to their camp *she owes Daryl, give her a break*.

- They return as the camp is getting overrun by walkers. Anna helps defend the quarry and saves Carl, almost dies, but *dun dun dun* is saved by Daryl once more.

- Rick offers Anna a place in the group but she’s set on searching for her brother and heading to Fort Benning. She’s still unsure why Daryl is being so cold to her.

- Stays one more night with the group, contemplating next move. Daryl gives Anna his dinner after she gave Sophia hers, only furthering Anna’s confusion regarding the archer. *make up your damn mind, Dixon!*

- Anna decides to join the group to the CDC. If CDC is a dead end, Rick promises they will try for Benning.

- Daryl is being a jerk face again and Anna is #overhimandhisissues.

- They make it to the CDC, meet Edwin Jenner, and have an interesting dinner. *group finds out Anna’s mom had cancer, but ultimately died from a walker bite*

- Everyone gets drunk *ayeee gettin’ crunk*

- Anna and Glenn bond while everyone else turns in for the night *supposedly* and she finds out more about the archer/Merle/what happened in Atlanta the day she ran into them.

- She learns that Daryl and Merle got into a huge fight/brawl and is pretty sure she’s the reason it started. Realizes that Daryl is a moody lil’ bitch because he blames her for the way things ended with him and Merle/the fight they had/the mean things he said to his brother.

- Shane pops up outta nowhere, all sorts of fucked up, and basically attacks Anna because he’s a horny lil’ psychopath. Daryl hears the struggle and yet again, *shocker* saves Anna.

- Daryl stays in Anna’s room *cue awkward tension* and she spills out some sort of apology *which Daryl ignores* instead bringing up the fact that she didn’t find her brother. She shares the note she found/her plan to head for Fort Benning. Daryl is like “psh, ya ain’t gon’ make it, ya dumb ho” and Anna’s like “psh, you’re so fuckin’ rude omg” and Daryl storms out and Anna’s all like “JUST BC U GAVE UP ON UR BROTHER DOESN’T MEAN I’M GIVING UP ON MINE” and Daryl’s like “ow...dat’s some cold shit” and leaves.

- Anna can’t sleep because GUILT. Anywho, the next morning everyone has breakfast together, Shane apologizes to Anna/threatens her to keep her mouth shut in the same breath.

- Then, cue the group trapped in the CDC/building about to explode.

- Group gets out, Anna’s a dumb lil ho and runs back inside for her backpack *LEAVE HER ALONE SHE COULDN’T LEAVE THE PICTURE OF HER AND BEN/HIS NOTE TO HER BEHIND*

- Anna almost dies, but whoohoo, she lives! Daryl runs back into the field and carries her semi-unconscious form away from the wreckage.

There. Now everyone’s caught up.

AND...HERE WE GO.

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Previously…

Black spots suddenly danced in Anna’s vision, her stomach rolling, her body’s aches and pains dulling as her legs began to give out, unable to keep up with the archer’s determined pace. She squeezed her eyes shut, her drooping head lolling against Daryl’s shoulder as the world began to fade.

The last thing Anna felt was the archer sliding his arm up her back, slipping it around her shoulders instead as his other arm cupped behind her kneecaps, swiftly swooping her off the ground.

And then everything went dark.

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Now...

The desolate road spilled out before the caravan of survivors, its winding roads and towering trees seemingly endless. Abandoned cars littered the sides of the road, some doors till strewn open, others covered in blood and grime. There wasn’t another soul in sight — it was as though the entire world had been completely wiped clean, forced to begin again from scratch.

The survivors traveled along cascading backroads, steering clear of highways and more populated areas as they navigated out of the city and into the rural countrysides of Georgia with no set destination in mind.

Daryl lost track of how long the group had been driving, the minutes and hours seeping into one another as the sun reached its highest peak and began its slow descent. His hand rested lazily atop the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh, fingertips drumming anxiously against his knee.

His mind had been ticking nonstop since the group had escaped the Center for Disease Control. The explosion had drawn in a massive herd, bigger than any horde Daryl had ever seen before. There hadn’t been time to reconvene, to figure out a different course of action, to make sure —

A soft whimper suddenly drew Daryl’s attention to the passenger seat, his gaze settling on her.

Anna Brooks.

The archer sighed, pulling his eyes away from her sleeping form, focusing back on the road ahead. He rested his elbow against the doorframe, the side of his thumb finding a home nestled between his teeth. He gnawed absently on the side of his thumbnail, his thoughts refusing to settle, his nerves standing on end.

In the midst of all the chaos, during the group’s last ditch effort to escape the impending blast, Daryl hadn’t even realized that Anna was no longer with the group. His jaw clenched, the backs of his teeth gnashing together — how could he not have realized?

He could still feel that pit in his stomach, the feeling of dread that’d shot through him when he’d spotted her climbing out of the CDC after Dale and Andrea. It felt as though all the air had been sucked from his lungs, leaving him paralyzed, only able to sit and watch as she ran for her life — and there hadn’t been a damn thing he could do about it.

The explosion had drawn in the dead, giving him no time to make sure she was uninjured, to make sure she was okay. He didn’t think, he didn’t hesitate — he just ran back for her, the heat from the blast surging over his exposed flesh as he spotted her trapped beneath an unmoving walker, her hammer lodged in its skull.

Although she’d been disoriented when he’d found her, unsteady and dazed as he’d pulled her to her feet, the most important thing was that she was okay.

So he’d carried Anna’s weakened form back to his truck as she drifted in and out of consciousness. And when Lori emerged from the RV, frantically motioning for him to leave Anna with her and the others before they departed, he blatantly ignored the offer — he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, for some reason. He had to keep an eye on her, had to make sure she kept herself out of trouble. The damn woman had run back into an imploding building — who the hell knows what else she’d do?

No. No, he needed to keep an eye on her. He didn’t trust anyone else to keep her alive. That was what this boiled down to. He didn’t trust anyone else to —

Daryl clenched his jaw, grip tightening around the steering wheel as he forced himself to focus — to get a fucking grip. What the hell had gotten into him? This wasn’t who he was. This wasn’t what he did. Everything had been so simple before — before losing Merle, before the CDC, before he met her. Over the course of the last few days, Anna Brooks had somehow managed to worm her way into the forefronts of his mind, had crawled her way beneath his skin, and now he couldn’t seem to quiet the demanding need to keep her alive.

What the hell had gotten into him?

Daryl still thought about that day back on the road — the day he first met her. She’d seemed so vulnerable, so terrified — cowering beneath Merle’s grasp, his knife pressed against the hollow of her throat, a small trail of blood seeping from her pierced flesh. It wasn’t the first time he’d walked in on Merle tormenting some poor unsuspecting victim — but there’d been something different about her. The moment her big, brown eyes locked with his, he found himself intervening before he could think twice. There hadn’t been a moment of hesitation when he pointed his crossbow at his brother’s head — not even a flinch.

And that is what had freaked him out the most.

He sometimes wondered what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten involved that day. What would’ve happened to Anna? How far would his brother have gone? Merle had been out of control that day — had been for a long time before that too. The drugs hadn’t helped either, instead heightening his already brusque demeanor.

Merle hadn’t cared about anyone or anything — Daryl wasn’t even sure if his brother ever really cared about him. He knew that Merle’s inevitable downfall would happen from his own recklessness, his own actions and choices, and he’d been trying to prepare himself for life without his brother for a long time coming.

But in all the various ways Daryl had pictured his final moments with Merle, what he hadn’t expected was for there to be a brutal fight, a harsh exchanging of words, and an overwhelming swell of guilt vast enough to swallow him whole.

And it all came to a head after that day on the road.

The day he met her.

Daryl stormed through the growing underbrush of vines and leaves, stepping over an exposed root as he pushed forward, driven solely by frustration. He heard a sudden thud behind him, followed by a string of muttered curses, but still pushed forward, ignoring the racket.

“Damn roots be poppin’ up outta nowhere, swear ta’ Christ,” Merle’s gravelly voice echoed from behind.

The archer glanced over his shoulder, spotting Merle kneeling on the forest floor, grunting as he pushed himself back onto his feet. But Daryl didn’t slow his pace, didn’t respond, didn’t offer to help — nothing. He didn’t trust himself not to snap right now, the anger coursing through him growing with each step he took closer to camp, further away from the scared girl with big brown eyes and a beaten down pickup truck.

Daryl gnashed his teeth together, grip tightening around his crossbow. What a shit-fucking-day it had been. He’d volunteered to go hunting, to try and rile up some food for the group waiting back at the quarry. But then Merle had decided to tag along last minute, his brother itching to be out in the wilderness, away from the cautious eyes that watched his every move back at camp.

And it had all gone downhill from there.

Merle’s boisterous persona had done an outstanding job in alerting every living and nonliving thing within a mile of their approach, leaving the pair empty-handed by the end of their long day. Daryl’s frustration had only grown with each hour that passed, the thought of coming home with nothing forming a pit in his gut. The brothers were already on thin ice with the group, one wrong move away from being kicked out on their asses — no thanks to Merle, he might add.

They’d scoured the vast forest, waded through the babbling creek just a few miles from camp, and even checked out a couple cottages and sheds they’d randomly stumbled upon — but there’d been nothing, everything within a five-mile radius seemingly wiped clean.

“Mind slowin’ your roll there, baby bro?” Merle called after him, his voice becoming more and more distant with the increasing space Daryl was putting between them. “Ain’t the athlete I used ta’ be,” he snarked lightly.

Daryl rolled his eyes, although Merle couldn’t see from where he trailed behind him.

“Hey, what’s the fuckin’ dealio?” Merle snapped, his footsteps quickening. “Ya ain’t still pissed at me, are ya?” he pressed, an incredulous laugh booming from deep within his gut. “Aw, c’mon, Darlina —”

“Hey!” Daryl snapped, halting abruptly and turning on his heels, coming face to face with Merle, who’d finally caught up to him. “Ya gonna draw in every walker around if ya don’t shut your damn trap,” he hissed, eyes narrowed into slits, Merle’s jeering expression only angering him further.

“Ah, let ‘em come!” he scoffed, holding his arms out at his sides. “We can take ‘em, you an’ I!” he continued, the volume of his words increasing, echoing throughout the otherwise silent forest.

Daryl huffed a breath, shooting his brother a look of contempt as he turned on his heel and stormed forward, leaving Merle behind once more.

“Hey, what’s got your panties all up in a twist, huh?” Merle mocked, catching up and falling in step beside the archer. “This ain’t ‘bout that skirt from earlier, is it?” he accused tauntingly.

Daryl stiffened, his body going rigid at the mention of the girl from the road, but he refused to give his brother the satisfaction of a response.

Yet somehow, Merle knew he’d struck a chord, a lopsided sneer coming over his face as he nudged Daryl in the ribs with his elbow. “C’mon, is that it?” he teased, snickering softly. “Ya pissed at ol’ Merle for layin’ claim on the bitch ‘fore ya had the chance? Ya see, I knew ya was —”

“I said shut up, Merle!” Daryl suddenly growled, turning to shove his brother to the side, coming to a swift halt. “This ain’t ‘bout the damn girl. It’s ‘bout how ya can’t keep ya damn mouth shut, alright? Ya scared off any decent game we might’ve found out here — an’ now we’re goin’ back ta’ those people with jackshit!” he snarled, standing toe to toe with his brother, fighting off the urge to smack that arrogant look off his face.

“An’?” Merle shot back simply.

Daryl faltered, brows furrowing. “An’ what?”

“An’ that ain’t our problem, brother,” he scowled, some of the humor fading from his expression. “Ain’t our responsibility ta’ make sure those pricks don’t go hungry, am I right?”

Daryl scoffed, his brother’s selfishness not surprising in the slightest. “Ya know, maybe if ya spent a lil’ more time with your head out a’ your ass, we wouldn’t be in this fuckin’ mess ta’ begin with,” he spat, turning on his heel once more.

“My head spends jus’ the right amount a’ time in my ass, thank ya very much.”

“That you or the drugs talkin’? Hard ta’ tell the damn difference these days,” Daryl shot back over his shoulder before pressing forward.

“Yeah, yeah,” Merle called after him, following suit. “It’s medicinal — doctor prescribed an’ all!” he snarked.

Daryl exhaled heavily, prayed for strength, and pushed onward, suddenly hearing the soft murmur of voices growing from the approaching camp. He quickened his pace, hoping to be able to sneak back into his tent before anyone noticed his return. But much to his surprise, when the trees parted and the quarry came into view, he spotted the entire group sitting around the unlit fire pit in hushed conversation, all heads turning his way as he appeared.

Daryl paused, eyeing the group warily, feeling a pinprick of guilt hit him when most of their gazes traveled from his face, down to his empty hands, their hopeful expressions falling. The buzzing conversation quieted, a tangible disappointment spreading throughout the group as they realized that there would be yet another meager meal for dinner that night. The archer clenched his jaw, lowering his gaze slightly, feeling uncomfortable with all the sudden attention on him.

“Y’all miss me?” Merle’s voice suddenly boomed, breaking the quiet. Daryl glanced up at the group once more, noticing how almost everyone began either rolling their eyes or turning their gazes away, one person audibly groaning. Merle let out a low whistle. “Tough fuckin’ crowd,” he murmured as he moved to stand beside the archer.

Daryl watched as Shane leaned over to whisper something in Lori’s ear before he pushed up from his chair beside her and made his way towards the brothers, rubbing a hand roughly through his tousled hair. “Nothin’?” the officer asked softly, placing his hands on his hips, directing his question towards Daryl.

The archer merely shook his head once, readjusting the crossbow slung over his shoulder.

Shane muttered a curse under his breath, staring off into the trees behind the brothers. “Y'all were out there all damn day an’ ya didn’t find nothin’?” he pressed, his expression tense.

“Ya got fuckin’ eyes, don’t ya? What’s it look like?” Merle snapped, taking a small step towards Shane, drawing the man’s attention away from Daryl. “Ya think ya can do any better, how’s ‘bout ya get off your lazy ass an’ get out there yourself, Officer Asswipe,” he bit out challengingly, puffing his chest slightly.

Shane scoffed and for a moment, Daryl thought he was about to start swinging. But instead, he just shot Merle a dirty look and turned away, making his way back to the fire pit where Lori and Carl sat.

Merle suddenly clamped his hand down on Daryl’s shoulder, leaning in close. “Ain’t our responsibility, brother,” he rasped once more, tightening his grip as he lowered his voice further. “Don’t be forgettin’ why we’re here in the first place — why we been playin’ ‘nicey-nice’ with these fine folks all this time,” he whispered darkly.

Daryl glanced at his brother, the dangerous sneer on his face unsettling. Without another word, Merle huffed a laugh, clapped Daryl roughly on the back and pushed past him, making his way towards his own rickety tent.

Daryl watched his brother walk away, feeling the weight of his words spread like fire through his veins — he hadn’t forgotten why they were there. How could he? It’d been the only thing he could think about since they’d joined the group.

Merle had come up with the idea — of course it’d been his idea. And Daryl had just…gone along with it. He hadn’t protested, hadn’t tried to talk him out of it. He hadn’t even put up a fight.

Did that make him just as horrible as his brother? Or worse?

Daryl scanned the camp, his eyes lingering for a moment towards where Carl and Sophia sat, tucked underneath their mother’s sides, eyes wide and innocent as they quietly listened to the resuming chatter. These were decent people — good people. And he and his brother were going to rob them blind come the following night, leaving them defenseless against the looming threat of the dead.

Daryl grimaced.

Worse. It definitely made him worse.

But then suddenly out of nowhere, images of the girl from earlier flashed through his mind and he stilled. He wasn’t sure why or how she’d weaseled her way into the forefronts of his thoughts, but before he knew it, there she was. He could picture the distrust marring her tense expression, the look only fading after he’d proven to her he meant no harm. He saw the light that’d rekindled in her tiresome eyes after he’d successfully fixed her broken-down truck, the way her smile brought life to her whole face. He remembered the way her gaze softened as she thanked him, politely turning down his offer to join the group back at the quarry.

He’d felt like he’d finally done some good, like he’d done something that actually mattered for once in his life.

That was the type of man he was. Not…not this. Not some sorry sack of shit, blindly following his big brother’s destructive footsteps. That wasn’t who he was. And that wasn’t who he was going to be, damn it.

Feeling a new sense of resolve wash over him, Daryl straightened up and marched forward, searching for where his brother had wandered off to. It only took a few seconds before he found his brother lounging in a picnic chair outside his ramshackle tent, sharpening his hunting knife as he whistled softly.

Daryl saw a flash of that same knife being held to the girl’s throat earlier, but quickly pushed the image away, it only fueling his anger.

Merle glanced up at Daryl’s approach, giving him a quick once-over before he focused back on his weapon.

Daryl cleared his throat quietly, scanning the area to make sure there were no wandering eyes, no potential eavesdroppers. “Hey, we need ta’ talk,” he murmured lowly.

“So, talk,” Merle shot back gruffly, taking a moment to observe the knife’s sharpened edge, using his thumbnail to test the blade.

Daryl huffed a breath, growing more and more impatient towards his brother’s indifferent attitude. He quickly surveyed the campgrounds once more, double checking that this would be a private conversation. When the coast seemed clear, the archer crouched down in front of Merle. “Shit don’t feel right, man,” he rumbled, giving his brother a pointed look.

Merle suddenly scoffed, the corner of his mouth raising into a smirk. “That kinda sounds like a ‘you’ sorta problem, don’t ya think?”

“Nah, ya ain’t listenin’ ta’ me,” Daryl growled, his frustration mounting as he shot up to his feet. “We can’t do this — it ain’t right. They’ve — they’ve got kids here, ya know?” he pressed quietly, urging his brother to see reason.

But Merle simply stiffened, tucking his blade back into the holster of his jeans, regarding Daryl silently for a long moment. “So?” he finally rasped, face set in a stony expression as he folded his hands in front of him.

“So?” Daryl shot back incredulously.

“Ain’t on us if those lil’ shits starve, now is it?” Merle shrugged carelessly, no trace of humor in his gaze anymore. “We ain’t their daddies, are we?”

Daryl faltered, his response not entirely surprising but it did little to soothe his ever-present hostility.

“Don’t matter none,” Merle continued when Daryl remained silent, a hint of a sneer creeping across his face. “Ain’t like those Rugrats gonna last long enough ta’ starve ta’ death anyways,” he jeered, leaning coolly back in his chair, shrugging nonchalantly.

And Daryl had heard enough. Talking his brother out of an idea was like talking to a brick-fucking-wall. Merle could do whatever the hell he wanted — Daryl would have no part in it. So instead of playing into his brother’s antics and giving him the reaction he was poking for, Daryl turned on his heel and stormed away, muttering harshly beneath his breath.

But he’d only made it a few feet before Merle’s rasping voice stopped him dead in his tracks. “Ya got somethin’ ta’ say ta’ me, ya best be sayin’ it ta’ my face, lil’ brother,” he suddenly hollered and Daryl could hear the growing impatience in his voice. It was then that he realized that his brother’s shout had silenced every other conversation spread out amongst the camp, all eyes suddenly ping-ponging between the two brothers apprehensively.

Daryl clenched his jaw, turning around to find his brother now standing upright, his arms held out at his sides, clearly attempting to provoke him. But the younger brother remained steadfast, biting his tongue as he shot his brother a dark look.

“It seems ta’ me ya got an awful lot ta’ say, so why don’t ya go on an’ share with these fine folks,” Merle continued, egging him on, the sudden attention only stroking his massive ego as he turned to address the entire group, as if putting on a show. “My baby brother ain’t a man a’ many words — I’m sure y’all have caught on by now,” he placed a hand mockingly over his heart. “But my oh my, sure looks like there’s jus’ somethin’ real important an’ all that he needs ta’ get off his chest. Somethin’ he’s jus’ dyin’ ta’ share with y’all,” he finished boldly, motioning for Daryl to take over, his eyes challenging. “So, c’mon then, brother. Share with the class.”

Daryl’s gaze narrowed, feeling his blood begin to boil as he shot daggers in Merle’s direction, moments away from losing his composure.

“Let’s jus’ take it easy, alright?” Shane suddenly intervened, coming to stand between the brothers, holding his hands out. “Let’s jus’ be adults here, now,” he hissed quietly, giving each a stern look. “No need for this.”

“That’s right, Officer,” Merle quirked a brow. “That is exactly right,” he rasped, his words holding a heavier meaning as he leveled Daryl’s stare coldly.

“Alright boys, put your rulers away,” Lori suddenly chastised, coming to stand beside Shane, arms crossed over her chest, expression stern. “You’re scarin’ the children, now. Let’s just — let’s just start gettin’ dinner ready, alright?” she urged softly, hoping the brothers would hear reason and stand down.

But when neither of them spoke, each brother glaring at the other, eyes alight in some sort of silent struggle for power. “Enough,” Shane interjected once more, the tension radiating off the brother’s affecting the group as a whole. “I ain’t gonna ask either of ya again —”

“Alright, alright, relax cowboy,” Merle finally scoffed, waving Shane away. “Put a cork in it. We’ll play nice. No need ta’ get all dramatic, now.”

Shane shot Merle a dangerous look before he shook his head, running a hand over his face as he grabbed Lori’s elbow and gently pulled her away. Daryl remained unmoving, chest heaving as he waited for his brother to move first.

Merle whistled lowly, slowly turning on his heels, seeming like he was finally standing down. But then suddenly, he glanced at Daryl from over his shoulder, snickering softly. “Hey, ya think Officer Dickweed’ll let me borrow his handcuffs sometime? Jus’ in case I run into that piece a’ ass from earlier, ya know? I’d like ta’ be a lil’ more prepared next time,” he murmured lowly, an unsettling gleam in his eye.

And Daryl saw red.

Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself suddenly throwing his crossbow to the ground and launching himself at Merle, tackling his brother roughly to the ground. He heard vague shouts echoing from around him, could feel someone tugging on the back of his shirt, but all he could focus on was Merle’s taunting expression.

He was able to throw in one solid punch, feeling a swell of satisfaction as Merle’s head snapped to the side before he was yanked off his brother and hauled backward. Daryl struggled against the restraint, watching as Merle was pulled to his feet, Shane and Morales fighting to hold him back as well.

“Daryl, stop!” Glenn’s voice suddenly broke through the noise. “Just relax!” he urged, grunting as he and T-Dog struggled to hold the archer at bay.

“— let go a’ me, damn it!” Merle growled, his face twisted as he tried to wriggle free.

“Enough!”

“Break it up!”

“Shane —”

“Ain’t none a’ this concern none a’ y’all!” Merle snarled, still fighting against Shane and Morales, his eyes zeroed in on Daryl. “This between me an’ him,” he growled, jabbing a finger in the archer’s direction. “C’mon, Darlina — how’s about we settle this like men?”

“‘Well, what a’ sorry fuckin’ excuse for a ‘man’ ya are, then! Ya do nothin’ but shit for this group!” Daryl snarled back, all of his pent up rage spewing out of him. “Could’a done somethin’ useful today — but instead I find ya out there gettin’ high an’ doin’ some stupid shit ta’ an innocent girl, actin’ like a damn prick! Ya ain’t nothin’ but nothin’, Merle! Do ya get that by now? Huh?”

Merle movements stilled as he regarded his brother threateningly. “Ya best watch your mouth, boy,” he rasped darkly, his eyes narrowed as Shane and Morales slowly released him, still keeping him at arm's length. “Don’t be forgettin’ who you’re talkin’ ta’, now. Don’t be forgettin’ whose blood ya got runnin’ through ya. Ya don’t wanna go on an’ piss off the only family ya got left, the only family who ever watched out for ya an’ stood up for your pathetic punk ass!” he growled, the anger in his words growing.

Daryl scoffed, yanking out of Glenn and T-Dog’s grasp before marching over to where he’d thrown his crossbow down. He grabbed his weapon, ignoring the heavy silence that’d settled over the camp as he regarded his brother once more, feeling nothing but contempt. “Ya jus’ a fuckin’ waste a’ space,” he spat between heaving breaths, slinging his bow over his shoulder, the words feeling bitter on his tongue yet he couldn’t stop them from slipping through his lips. “A good-for-nothin’ addict — jus’ like dad.”

Daryl ignored the subtle flash of hurt that snaked its way across Merle’s face before his expression hardened. No one spoke, all eyes suddenly trained on him as the two brothers stared each other down once more.

Then, without another word, Daryl turned on his heels, shoved away the mounting swell of guilt that suddenly hit him, and stormed back into the darkened forest.

Daryl jolted back to reality, a metallic taste suddenly seeping across his tongue. He quickly pulled his thumb away from his teeth, noticing the blood now trickling down the side of his thumbnail. He sighed, wiping the blood away on his jeans as he focused back on the road.

Those were the last words he ever said to his brother. He hadn’t expected that fight to happen, hadn’t expected for those insults to come from his mouth, but Merle had always had a way of pushing him — and Daryl finally snapped.

But now his brother was gone and he’d never get the chance to mend things. His punishment for what he’d said was to wallow in the guilt that’d stay with him for the rest of his life — however short he had left, at least.

Another whimper drew his attention back to Anna and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Her brow was creased, lips turned down into a slight pout, eyes shut tight and crinkled around the edges. Sleep brought her no peace — she still looked just as weary, just as troubled, as she did when she was awake.

Daryl fought back the urge to reach out and wake her.

He sighed softly, forcing his eyes back on the road, away from the girl sleeping beside him.

When Daryl had found out what happened in Atlanta, that Merle had been left behind, handcuffed to the roof like a fucking animal, his first instinct was to lash out. That always seemed to be his first instinct for some reason. But he’d gone back for his brother — he’d made the trek back to that dead-ridden city to save him and what did his brother do? He cut off his own fucking hand instead.

Dumbass.

If Merle had just waited a little while longer, if he hadn’t been so damn impulsive —

Daryl grimaced. He’d seen some nasty shit in his life — but seeing his brother’s sawed-off, cold, limp, stump of a hand laying on that roof…well, that had to take the cake.

His stomach churned just thinking about it.

Still, his brother was tough — toughest son of a bitch Daryl had ever known. And he knew that Merle would never just roll over and give up…so the archer did what he did best and he tracked his ass.

And that had been a dead-fucking-end.

The only thing Daryl was sure of was that Merle had somehow made it out of the city alive. He had to have been the one who stole the truck that he, Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog had driven down to the railroad. It had to be him.

So now, Daryl was left to live with the unknown — the fate of his brother was something he’d wonder about until the day he died. Maybe Merle had succumbed to the effects of his injury, crashed the truck, and bled out somewhere on the road. Maybe he found his way back to the quarry and realized that the entire group had upped and left him, that his own brother had upped and left him. Maybe he’d made it somewhere safe, found a new shelter, a new group of people to take him in.

Daryl scoffed under his breath. Merle had a better shot of winning the fucking lottery than he did finding a group of people who’d put up with his bullshit.

Just because you gave up on your brother, doesn’t mean I’m giving up on mine.

His grip tightened around the steering wheel as Anna’s words echoed through his thoughts, their argument from last night settling like a pit in his stomach.

A fresh wave of fury washed over him as he remembered Anna’s desperate shouts, Shane’s greedy advances, and the blistering red heat that’d coursed through him when he came out of his room and saw her pinned up against that wall.

He could’ve killed Shane right then and there.

Daryl’s eyes darted up to the rearview mirror, spotting Shane driving his Jeep directly behind him in the caravan of vehicles, the man’s face twisted with tension, eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead. But he must’ve felt the archer’s gaze on him because suddenly, his eyes flashed up to meet Daryl’s in the rearview mirror. The two held one another’s stare for a long moment before Shane finally looked away, letting his arm dangle outside the open window of his Jeep, his fingertips drumming against the door.

He should’ve killed Shane right then and there.

Anna shifted in the passenger seat, curling inwardly, arms wrapped around her middle as she tried to find comfort against the glass window she leaned against. After a moment, she sighed softly, her even breathing resuming as she settled against the door.

Daryl let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He was hoping Rick would pull the RV over sooner rather than later for the group to reconvene, giving him a chance to escape the small confines of the car and the inevitable tension when Anna finally woke up. She’d tried to talk to him about what happened between them back at the CDC, but it hadn’t been the right time — it never seemed to be the right time.

So he’d brushed her off — but not for the reasons she probably thought.

As memories from the night before swarmed his vision, something suddenly made itself startlingly clear. The truth was, she’d been right — he had given up on his brother.

But not her — he hadn’t given up on her.

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A/N : Season 2 has begun!

We got to see a little flashback about that brutal fight Daryl and Merle got into, part of what has been fueling his hostility. As well as some of his conflicting thoughts. What’d you guys think of this chapter?

Next chapter will also be from Daryl’s POV -- we’ll be seeing a flashback of the night before and what exactly happened to Daryl after his and Anna’s argument. And then we will be switching back to dear Anna’s side of things.

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movies watched in 2019

happy death day 2 u - i expected to hate the first one and adored it. i expected to find this completely meh and i liked it quite a lot. so if this becomes a franchise proper, i’m down, as long as it’s the same clutch of characters. i was surprised that it was written by a completely different dude, because *overall* the writing was on point with the original. (i emphasize the overall because there were some moments and scenes that were mildly painful. it’s not *as* good as the first one, but it’s still worth seeing.) jessica rothe continues to be the best thing in these movies - i know she’s done dramatic work before (i’ve been meaning to see lily and kat for a few years now), so her ability doesn’t surprise me in and of itself; the fact that she brings so much to a couple of silly, self-aware horror comedies does. at one point, i teared up - and at one point, i was full-on sobbing. and that, more than anything else, is what makes these movies work. she’s clearly having fun in the bitch and badass moments, but there are a handful of emotional beats in this one that she knocks out of the park.

i’m not a sci-fi person, so i didn’t give a damn about why any of this was happening in the first place, and the horror subplot was a bit perfunctory, but i don’t think it was supposed to be a mystery on the level of the first one, and it still works. the tone is in keeping with the first, the writing and acting are still enjoyable, and if there IS a third i hope they manage to bring samar and ryan back into it, because they’re goddamn funny, at least in smaller doses. as long as jessica rothe is back, i’ll probably see it in theaters if it gets a theatrical release. i adore her.

the tale - i think my mother put it best when she said it was brave of her to make this in the first place, but it just wasn’t very good as a film. i don’t know if i’m allowed to dislike this movie on tumblr, but i just wasn’t impressed with it. everyone involved clearly believes in it, and there’s nothing especially wrong with it, but i wasn’t feeling it. i’d read a book if she wrote it, but as a film, it was pretty tedious.

halloween - if you’re complaining about continuity in this franchise, you surely realize you’re wasting your time by now. if you’re going to continue enjoying these movies, you have to just roll with it, and i’m capable of doing so, much as i love the original. and this is much better than h2o (not that that’s hard, really) and the rob zombie remake (which i did genuinely like). jamie lee curtis brings her a-game to everything, and i don’t think i’ve ever disliked judy greer in a film (hell, she was the one good thing in what women want). it’s executed well enough; it’s not on par with the original, but very few things are. i can think of ONE example of a horror franchise where the first installment wasn’t the best one.

bird box - i hated this movie. so much. i hated the book, too, but that usually happens for me when men write a woman’s pov, so i gave the movie a shot. no. still terrible.

zodiac - why have i seen this movie so many times?! i mean, it’s not bad. i’m not huge on fincher, but it’s good. but it’s SO LONG.

nancy - andrea riseborough needs to be better known in the states. the woman deserves an oscar. for literally any movie she’s ever done, she’s deserved it. the movie itself was well-written and well-acted, but the ending was a bit unsatisfying. not that i can think of a better one; it did suit the film.

boy erased - actually somewhat less depressing than i expected. i’m not super into gay issues movies - i just got my fill as a teenager - but it’s a story that needed telling and i’m glad it got as much praise as it did.

abducted in plain sight -

talk about a wild ride. every time i thought, okay, this has to be as weird as it gets, it got weirder.

black mirror: bandersnatch - in which black mirror itself becomes the tech it warned us about. very droll. thought it was okay at best.

fyre/fyre fraud - i literally can’t remember which one was which. both entertaining though.

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It’s Time for Kyrsten’s Opinion: Books Finished in September Edition

Hello all! As September is finishing and October is right around the corner (!!!) I thought it’s time to make a post for the books I finished in September. As you can see above I read 6 books in the month of September (4 five star books, 1 four star book, and 1 2 star book), and one book that is not pictured I did not finish. Below the cut are my reviews of the books read including the one I did not finish in the order of most enjoyed reads to least enjoyed. Please note if any of the books have content warnings!

Have you read any of these books, what was on your TBR for September and what did you get through, what is on your October TBR?

1. My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix; 5/5 stars (CW: animal abuse, violence) - It’s 1988, Abby and Gretchen are best friends and when they and two other friends go skinny dipping and take acid one night, the timid and kind Gretchen completely changes. Everyone thinks that Gretchen is going through some normal teenage emotions, but Abby thinks something much more sinister is going on with her friend. This book was actually the last one I finished in September but one of my favorites. It was such a good way to kick off the fall season with a spooky book. There were definitely parts of it that made me uncomfortable and the ways that Gretchen changed at points was so subtle that I could see why no one would notice them right away and the ending was so good and corny (much like other 80′s books/shows/movies). I would not recommend this book to younger readers, mostly because of the language and some of the scenes were a lot to read, but for someone who was trying to get into the mood for the spooky season I would say go for it.

2. Foolish Hearts by Emma Mills; 5/5 stars - Claudia over hears the most popular couple in her school break up at a party and is a new victim for Iris, who is “brutally honest” (but really means rude), when the two have to work on a year long project together, a production of a Midsummer Night’s Dream, they begin to bond and form a relationship that some might even consider a friendship. I went into this book with such low expectations, I honestly thought I was going to hate it so imagine my surprise when I laughed out loud at some parts, almost cried, and did not want the story to end! I thought Claudia was hilarious and as much as I did not like Iris at the beginning, by the end she was great. I even loved the love interest, Gideon and his friend, Noah. Gideon and Noah are seniors in high school and best friends and are not afraid to show their platonic love for each other, which is awesome to see because men, especially boys at this age re not usually ones to show that they appreciate their friends. I thought the way the teenage characters spoke to each other was so realistic and their reactions to certain situations were spot on. I saw a lot of myself and my group of friends when we were in high school in this group of friends.

3. How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake; 5/5 stars - Since she was two years old and her father died, it has always been Grace and her mother, Maggie. Unfortunately for Grace, since she was two years old and her father died it has always been her and her mother, Maggie. Maggie is not a stable person, she has put her child in many difficult positions time and time again, she has taken her to bars, moved her into homes with men she has started dating only to have them kicked out months later, she has driven while intoxicated with her child in the car. Grace knows this is wrong, but this is just the way that her mother is - has always been. Grace is more of a mother figure to her own mother than Maggie has ever been. When a new girl, Eva, moves to town into Grace’s best friend, Luca’s house after her mother suddenly passes away, Grace and Eva quickly bond over the absence of a mother in their lives and develop a relationship that exceeds friendship. So many times when we have abusive parents in books, they are physically, emotionally, verbally, or sexually abusive but I found Maggie to be a beast in YA fiction we have yet to really encounter - a mother who is generally a good person to her daughter. Grace knows her mother is not always stable, but believes she is a good person deep down. Maggie does not put her hands on her child, does not call her names, but she is without a doubt an abusive parent. She puts her daughter in harm’s way and does not think anything of it, which is what I thought was great about this book.

4. Hawkeye Vs. Deadpool by Gerry Dugan; 5/5 stars - It’s Halloween and Hawkeye and Deadpool need to team up to fight a group of vigilante’s who are dressing as superheros and causing chaos throughout the city. This was my first time reading a Hawkeye comic and I loved it, I had read other Deadpool books before but this one was especially hilarious. I love Deadpool so much and have enjoyed the comic of his I’ve read so far.

5. Kids of Appetite by David Arnold; 4/5 stars- Kids of Appetite starts with the murder of Mad’s uncle and the death of Vic’s father. VIc’s dad dies and his mother is with her new boyfriend and his two awful children and when she gets proposed to, Vic runs and meets right with a group of kids who ran from their own homes and together form a group, The Kids of Appetite. While I loved the idea of family being not what you come from but what you create, I was not as into this book as I have been with Mosquitoland. I thought how Vic saw Mad was very manic pixie dream girl-ish and could not be less enthused. I feel like a large portion of her part in the book was to further Vic’s plot and I wished I knew more about Mad. She just screamed manic pixie dream girl in Vic’s POV and while it was her own POV I loved her. I just wish she was perceived better, especially by Vic.

6. Catalyst by Laurie Halse Anderson; 2/5 stars (CW: abuse and incest) - Kate Malone is an honor roll student, star track runner, preacher’s daughter, and on a one way track to MIT (just as soon as she gets her acceptance letter). Until her life has a pretty big wrench in her plans, her neighbor’s home burns down, and the girl who lives in it - the bully of the school - Terri Litch needs to move in. I picked this book only because it was a Laurie Halse Anderson book and hated it. Speak is one of my all time favorite books, so when I read Catalyst and was less than thrilled I was super surprised. I thought the character, Kate was unlikable, her friends were terrible, and the only person who I felt bad for was Terri and every character did the most to make it seem like she was the villain. I will say I absolutely lost it when I was reading this book and sobbed on the couch, but that does not necessarily mean that it was good by any means. I would not recommend this book at all to anyone who was a Laurie Halse Anderson fan.

7 (kind of). How to Hang a Witch by Andrea Mather; DNF - Sam is moving to Salem, home of the infamous witch trials, with her step mother. Sam does not believe in ghosts or monsters or haunting, but the town certainly does. When it is found that Sam’s (insert like a hundred greats here) grand father was the person responsible for hanging the most witches in the town, another group of kids who are (you guessed it) the (insert so many greats here) grandchildren of the witches who were accused and killed in Salem, tensions are high and Sam very well may have to become a believer in order to break a curse placed on the town that puts the people she loves in the cross-hairs. I did not like what I read of this book. I read less than 150 pages and even that felt like too much tbh. Sam was unlikable, her step mother was unlikable and essentially it was an instant love story and Sam and the kid that lived next door knew each other for like fifteen minutes and broke up and got back together three times in those fifteen minutes. The ~descendants~of the witches were. . . terrible. They were so obnoxious and if I wanted to watch a cheesy movie about witches I would watch Hocus Pocus or Halloweentown.

#booklr #books #book reviews

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wordsfromafangirl · 6 years

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The Originals s5

Now, I won’t boast about being an expert on anything Vampire Diaries or The Originals, but I did watch The Originals up through the last season. I’ll be honest I ran out of interest after season 3. I started watching it on Netflix and my little sister goes, “Don’t you know this is a spin off from the Vampire Diaries?” I sighed and said, “Yes, I know. I sort of jumped on a partial bandwagon, okay. I mean really, the only reason,” I tell her. “Is because I totally fell head over heels for Klaus Mikaelson.”

Since that was the case, I needed or rather wanted to have a little more backstory especially for the shit Klaus pulled in Mystic Falls, so I did watch those specific VD episodes he was in. Anyway, the way I get excited about TV shows come with a process of sorts. Most of what I watch can be found on various streaming websites, but I’ve always had the habit of making sure my ultimate favorites are on my shelf in DVD form as well. So when I got excited about The Originals, I bought 1-3 on DVD in case there was a time in life I had no Internet to use those streaming avenues. But when season 4 hit my excitement level went way down.

I wasn’t at all uninterested in seeing Hope Andrea Mikaelson/Marshall come to fruition as a character, but I was unimpressed with the route they took with her mother, Hayley. I keep trying to see it from a writing POV, mind you I’m not an expert in television writing, but I feel like the idea of Klaus making such a large sacrifice for Hope and the family could have come without Hayley’s death? That’s the biggest disappointment about the end of the series. Was it necessary for her die at the expense of yet another enemy Klaus pissed off? Don’t get me wrong, just like Caroline, Camille and even Hayley I still freaking love Klaus too, but really come on! They could’ve had her survive and truthfully I’d much rather have had the series end right at that dinner table where we just add back Hayley, then of course Kol can bring Davina. To me that there would be the pinnacle redeeming moment for Klaus and everyone at that table, coming together despite all of the shit they’ve been through.

If Hayley survived then Elijah also would not want to kill himself alongside of Klaus. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe that all the elder Mikaelsons mostly Klaus and Elijah would probably die together side by side, but just not with the steps the show took to get there. Does that make sense? Elijah’s memory wipe was kind of ridiculous too when I really think about it. Also how season 5 came full circle to Klaus taking on all of the Hollow, when in fact that could’ve been done in the first place, because honestly I’d rather have Hayley alive, no memory wipe or split up Mikaelsons. Honestly, if there are special objects like witches chains, make up some shit to hold that Hollow down? Just saying, because when it comes down to it I saw zero point in Hayley Marshall’s death except as some catalyst to inevitably have Elijah and Klaus kill themselves.

None of it makes sense. Putting Hope in such pain from losing her mother was the incentive Klaus needed to make such a sacrifice that would lead to a path of redemption? That’s the only way? I mean, Klaus is a hybrid psychopath there is no getting around that. He created most of his enemies and most of the family issues, but I think through Hope he was already learning little by little?

On a side note, I do enjoy the little happy ending Freya and Keelin get when Vincent agrees to help them have a child. That was something I didn’t actually see coming and made me super excited. In the end, I was disappointed because I didn’t think any of this had to happen the way it did. There was so many other writing choices to make? Like I mentioned it came full circle and the Hollow was placed into one Mikaelson, so why couldn’t that have happened at the beginning? Either it was Klaus or Elijah this happened to and we just had a season of family and friends trying to get the Hollow out of them. I know you want to keep a bit of realistic belief to what is happening even though it’s supernatural and fictional, but there had to be something you could put the Hollow in that wasn’t a person? Or did I just completely forget how the thing works in the first place? Probably, but don’t care, because when it comes down it I’m just miffed about Hayley’s death.

This always and forever would’ve been greater and deeper on so many levels if Hayley had actually been there:

#random post #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #the originals #hayley marshall #she deserved better #long post #sorry

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Ash vs Evil Dead: the Meza Brothers talk Apparently Dead – Exclusive Interview

The 12th of March was a normal Monday like many others and I had just finished watching the 3rd episode of Ash vs Evil Dead. While I was amazed at the thrilling fast-action paced episode, I was a little bit pissed about the Nielsen ratings from the previous week and about rumors of cancellation of my favourite TV show. I was going to sleep when suddenly I received a message from my friend Andrea Turel Caccese.

“Hey Ema! The Meza Brothers, directors of the 3rd episode, are on Reddit talking with fans. If I were you, I would ask them for an interview!

Exactly. The Meza brothers, directors of the 3rd episode and also great fans of the franchise, were on REDDIT asking fans for feedback about their episode.

So, challenge accepted, and I asked them to do an interview. Incredible – but true – they accepted and here were are, ready to reveal all the secrets of the “Apparently Dead” episode.

But first of all, a short introduction. I invite you to visit the Meza Brothers official website as it contains many interesting information about their careers. Andres and Diego Meza-Valdes are two brothers that created a bunch of horror shorts and have participated in film festivals winning awards for their efforts. Their movie “Boniato” was a nominee at the Sundance Film Festival in 2016 in the Short Film Grand Jury category. At the Viques International Film Festivalthey won in the Best Horror Short Film category.

So, here we go with the interview.

NAQB: You stated on REDDIT that you are Evil Dead huge fans. How did you fall in love with the franchise?

The Meza Brothers: We started out falling in love with Army of Darkness first. When the movie came out in 1992, we convinced our mother to let us see it at a very young age because the original poster looked like a comedy more than anything else, but we knew that it was much more than that. We were immediately struck by the mixture of slapstick comedy and dark action and how dynamic the movie was visually. As soon as Ash waved his boomstick around to unsuspecting villagers after an epic fight in a monster pit we knew it was an all-timer for us. From there we transitioned our love over to Evil Dead 2 as teenagers, and it surprised us how much more horror played a bigger role in that movie, with less of a focus in the comedy. Plus, as budding filmmakers, all the behind-the-scenes stories of the making of the movie (shooting in a school gym, blowing cigarette smoke around to simulate a foggy interior) inspired us to think we too can make something that cool. We would film our version of Evil Dead 2 in our backyard using some of those methods (not the cigarettes) – and obviously to a lesser result. Then came Evil Dead in college, where we were surprised to find some of our fellow students hadn’t even heard of the Evil Dead franchise. Shocked, we forced our film school to allow us access to the campus cinema to do midnight screenings, and the first one we did was Evil Dead. We wanted to prove to our filmmaker friends anything can be done – even with a shoestring budget. Something all aspiring students in film school should look up to – of course no one showed up – but at least we had the chance to see the original Evil Dead on the big screen.

NAQB: Have you a favourite moment or movie of the trilogy?

The Meza Brothers: There are too many moments in each of these movies to pick out a specific one.

NAQB: What was it like directing Bruce & the other cast members?

The Meza Brothers: Bruce was always a hero to us. Even aside from Evil Dead, we were gigantic fans of his mid-90’s show Brisco County Jr. We would watch that religiously, even arguing with friends at the time that Bruce would make the perfect replacement for Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones. We even named our dog after his horse on the show, Comet. Flash forward to now and we are directing one of our heroes. In one particular moment, we had completely rearranged the coffin fight scene from what it was in the script. Originally, it was written for most of the action to happen in the viewing room. Both Ash and Candy would get flung around the room in the scuffle, and eventually the fight would end in the coffin, where Bruce would yank Candy’s head off with a fireplace poker he found. We felt that the fight needed something else, something fans (us) haven’t seen. So we rewrote it to take place inside the coffin the whole time, playing on the claustrophobia of having a deadite attack you in close quarters. Additionally, we added the funeral photo frame gag as a way of Ash disposing of Candy. We had always looked at Ash as the “Jackie Chan of horror” using anything around him to get rid of the threat – even if its not always the most practical tool. Whatever gets the job done. We were nervous, but anxious to show Bruce our storyboards. Who knows how he’d react. He looks through the pages of boards, looks back up at us, laughs and says “that shit is funny right there!”. From then on we knew if we brought creative and original ideas to the table we had Bruce on our side.

The rest of the cast members were also great to work with. Being that we were similar in age with all of the other actors, we set out to have more informal hang outs with them to get to know them a little better. We met with Ray Santiago at a great little bar he recommended, and drank the night away with him and his co-star Hemky Madera, who plays Brujo on the show. Similar with Dana Delorenzo and Lindsay Farris – we had an unforgettable night with those folks sharing war stories over drinks and pizza. It was great to chat with these guys as people outside of set, to really understand who they are and what makes them tick, and see if they have any insider information on their characters or the trajectory of the show that we could use to inform our decisions as directors. We found out Dana was a phenomenal writer, she always had amazing suggestions for scenes or little line tweaks that make the scene way better (she added the “snuff film” line in the chapel when the Ghostbeaters reuinite with Ash). Arielle [Carver-O’Neill] was also great – and shared in our proud nerdiness of Marvel movies and video games. We ended up hanging out with her at our AirBNB, watching fair slingshot videos to bet who was the one on the ride who was going to pass out first. it became a game we played regularly. She is so much fun and a great friend.

NAQB: In this episode Ghostbeaters visit the cabin site… without the cabin. As fans how did you feel about directing an episode in this “sacred” location in this particular “setting”? And as directors?

The Meza Brothers: As a fan, the way that scene was prepped was a dream come true. In it, we knew there was going to be an opportunity to tip our hat to the fans since we’d be revisiting the cabin site we’re all familiar with and love. Walking into the prop department, the awesome team had all the iconic props layed out on a blanket on the floor. We literally just walked around and picked what we wanted. We saw the grandfather clock and we yelled “That one!”. Saw the curvy lamp and said “Definitely this”. It was a fanboys dream.

NAQB: I loved the scene in which the demonic force hit and swept away Dalton. It is a cool homage to the Evil Dead 2 scene in which the kandarian demon throws Ash through the woods. How did you realized this scene/effect?

The Meza Brothers: As the night was getting long and the sun was coming up (all the wood scenes were shot late into the night in the bitter cold of New Zealand, and we even got rained out a couple times) we knew we had to get our shots of the evil force POV. With 15 minutes left in our shooting schedule and obviously very little time left, one of the amazing crew members quickly grabbed the camera and ran into the dark woods by himself. It was a crazy visual to see a tired crew member run into the dark abyss of seriously creepy woods. Without him we would have never gotten the shot needed to serve as the background for the effect. Later on in production, we hoisted Lindsay on wires in the air in one of the studios and had him react to the evil force. From there, post-production magic took care of the rest. it was very simple at the time, and even easier now with the advancements in technology, but we wanted to homage the original evil force scene that you are mentioning. We even had it on set, showing the crew members what we wanted. We are happy fans have picked up on the reference.

NAQB: What was your favorite scene to direct?

The Meza Brothers: The cop out, easy answer would be to say that all of them were our favorite, but they really were. We are huge fans of the horror genre and fans of the franchise – so we were soaking in every moment. On set, every time there was a gore effect in play, there we would be, literally jumping up and down by the monitors with excitement. Even in the moments that were insanely stressful (and they always are) we would turn to each other and say “Can you believe we are here?”

If we have to pick out specific moments there were two. One was the funeral scene where Ash exits the coffin in front of all the unsuspecting guests. That day we had 50 very patient extras and Bruce was firing on all cylinders. There was so much to that scene that had to be cut, a lot of great comedic moments. We had hit our stride as directors with Bruce, and we were bouncing ideas off of each other back and forth, creating new dynamics to the scene that didn’t show up on the page. Bruce is a consummate professional and always hit his marks, lines and his timing – every time. But that day, he was a little loose and having some fun improving with us. That scene also featured the Ghostbeaters with Ash for the first time in the episode, so as fans of the show from the very beginning, it was awesome to see all of them together on screen, and to be able to work with the Ghostbeaters was definitely a pinch-me moment.

And then the scene with Arielle inside Cheryl’s bedroom. We are particularly proud of that Crimson and Clover scene because we developed that from scratch. We knew Brandy as a character needed to have a real moment where she connects with Ash, not so much as the deadite slaying madman the town knows him to be, but as a person – and her father. We had talked to Arielle about that specific scene from the moment we landed on set. She did a fantastic job.

NAQB: How much time does it take you to direct an episode? Did you have a tight schedule?

The Meza Brothers: This was our first go round doing television but from what I am told it is always tight and hectic. There is a lot to shoot and vey little time. Especially for a show like this that requires so much more than a television show typically requires. There are plenty of visual effects, gore gags, fight sequences. A lot to do but truly all the credit goes to the amazing crew they have out there. They are the true gatekeepers of Ash vs Evil Dead. They are the (bloody) heartbeat of the show. Without their talent and hard work the show wouldnt be what it is. Being as inexperienced as we were was completely concealed by the amazing crew guiding us and protecting us.

Thanks to the amazing Meza Brothers and I hope you have enjoyed the interview.

#Ash vs Evil Dead #Ash vs. Evil Dead #Meza Brothers #Starz #Lionsgate

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Let me tell you a story...Loki x Reader ?

Enjoy the chapters !

Part 1 - The beginning of you and Loki meeting...

Your POV...

It was a cold night in Asgard and I walked through the village. Hello I am Destiny Andrea Dust and I have a twisted lifestory to tell... I was 5 years old, as I walked in the cold night through the village of Asgard. Better said...I just turned 5 that day... I needed a walk outside to clear my mind a little... My new home, from today on, with my new family, almost broke me down. Today...everything went just...too...fast...! I stopped at the castle of the Allfather...Odin... Before I knew, why I was there, I already turned around and started to walk away again. Unaware that someone spotted me.

"Hey ! You ! Stop right there, little girl !"

Someone screamed at me. I started to panic and ran away. The person, however, followed me.

"Stop ! I don't want to hurt you ! I swear !"

'Of course ! As if !'

I didn't stop running, until I stumbled over something and fell into the dirt.

"Oh my...! Are you hurt, little one ?!"

I sat up sobbing, I had a scratch on my arm now.

"Why should you fucking care ?!", I screamed.

"Because I am Odin, the Allfather and King of Asgard."

I froze in place, not daring to move, talk or even turn around. The person touched my shoulder, I jerked back.

"Don't hurt me ! Please !"

I cried now. I was afraid of going to die, right here, right now...

"Why should I hurt you, little one ?"

I am being honest...my new parents punch me and my friend, who's now my adoptive brother, sometimes...mostly in training, but sometimes even just for fun...I guess...they hate my friend Michael (own character) very much...much more than me... They said that I am a Monster and all they told me was that. Why they said that...I will never know... I knew I have powers...but never knew why I was like this and what or who I am...

"My parents hit me sometimes... I thought you would do that too...", now he laughed at me.

"No ! I would never do that ! If I may say that...You need new clothes...miss...?"

I needed to act fast ! Think ! Think ! Got it !

"Luciella, Luciella Dusk."

"Luciella Dusk. Should I walk you home ?"

I didn't like the idea, but I accepted, to not make him suspicious at something. He walked me home, said Goodbye and went away. After I didn't saw him anymore, I climbed up to my window and inside Michael's and my room, got inside my bed and talked with him a little, because he was still awake. He always was awake until I come back from my night walkings.

"You won't believe me Michael..."

"What is it ?"

"Odin, the Allfather, walked me home."

He almost fell from his bed as he sat up very quickly, like someone just poured ice water all over him.

"What ?! The Allfather ?!"

"Yeah !"

"Omg ! How was he ?!"

"He was very kind."

"Cool ! Apropos the Allfather...did I ever tell you that he has 2 sons ?"

"No...do you know the names ?"

"One I know...it's Prince Thor Odinson. The other I forgot..."

"Thor ?"

"Yup."

"Sounds like the god of thunder and lightning...like the other dimensions I visit..."

"Really ?!"

"Yeah..."

"Did you already choose a new name for yourself to cover the other one, so no one finds you ?"

"Yes. It's Luciella Dusk."

"Cool name !"

"Thanks."

"We should sleep now... I wanna go shopping with you tomorrow for new clothes...Goodnight."

"Okay. Goodnight, my friend..."

And with that we didn't talk anymore and slept.

The next day...

I went with my friend and adoptive brother, Michael, to the market very early. Our parents were gone for work and we stole a little bit of money from them to buy some clothes. Michael always ran to some stalls, who sold some clothes. He showed me some, but I didn't like them. He always huffed and started to search again. Suddenly he was out of sight. I was worried, I was all alone...

"Loki ! Come back here !", a familiar voice screamed.

Someone ran into my back, I stood completely still, but the person didn't. I heard a loud thud and groaning shortly after. I turned around and saw a boy. Maybe at my age with raven black hair, he was a little bit smaller then me... Maybe 2 centimetres. Suddenly green eyes looked at me. The boy stood quickly up, took my hand and kissed it.

"I am sorry that I ran into you, my lady. I didn't look where I was going."

He then let my hand go and bowed, I bowed too.

"It's okay.", I said, "It happens. Don't worry about it."

I turned around, ready to go away.

"If I may ask...", I froze and turned around to look at him again.

"Yes ?"

"Why is such a young and beautiful girl, like you, out here all alone ?"

I was a little touched at his careing, I snapped out of it again.

"O-Oh ! I am not alone actually ! I am out here with my...brother ! He is just looking with me for some clothes and went too far away. I am searching him. Don't worry about it !"

"I insist to help, find your brother."

"Luciella ! I found some cool clothes for - !"

He saw me with the boy, he stared at us and then something glowed in his eyes for a second. I looked at Loki again.

"Found him..."

I looked back at my brother, he suddenly bowed. I tilted my head to my right side, I didn't understand, why he bowed to this boy...

"Prince Loki..."

WHOA WHOA WHOA !! My eyes shot wide open, my jaw dropped open too. Prince Loki ?! That was the other prince ! The boy, who ran into me, is the second prince ?! I turned back around to look at the boy, I realized just then, how well - clothed he was, I bowed.

"I am sorry, I didn't recognized you, prince Loki !"

He giggled and reached his hand out to me.

"It's okay. I deserved it. I just ran into you, my lady."

I took his hand to stand up again.

"Luciella. My name is Luciella Dusk."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"HE DID WHAT ?!", Michael screamed.

We looked at him.

"Loki Odinson !"

"Brother !"

I saw Odin again, who looked really pissed off and a boy with blond hair, who mimicked Odin. Loki looked at them and bowed, then stood up again.

"Don't you ever- !", Odin started, but he stopped as he spotted me.

"Luciella ?", he looked surprised, I bowed.

"King Odin."

"Stand up, child."

I did as I got told.

"What are you doing here, my child ?"

I looked at him, nervously.

"I am looking for some new clothes, King Odin."

"Ah... so you took my advise."

"Yes, I did, my king."

"DID I MISS SOMETHING ?!"

We all looked at Michael. I turned back around to face the king and the boys.

"I am sorry, for my brothers behaviour..."

"I am used to it.", Loki said with a soft smile.

"It's okay.", Odin and the blond haired boy said at the same time.

I smiled at them.

"What did my brother, Loki, do ?", the blond haired boy asked.

"Thor ! You didn't even introduced yourself to her !", Loki shouted at him angrily.

"Oh ! I am sorry ! My name is Thor Odinson."

"It's a pleasure to meet you...prince Thor.", I bowed.

"Did something bad happen with you and Loki ?"

"No ! He was very nice to me."

"Luciella...?"

I turned to my brother, who had the money in his hands.

"What is it Michael ?"

"I counted the money again...we don't have enough...Not even for one pair of socks..."

"WHAT ?! THEN WHY ARE WE STILL HERE ?! OUR PARENTS WILL KILL US !! WE CAN'T ASK THEM !

WHAT NOW ?!", I was in shock, fear and anger.

I started to fall on my knees, but before I could hit the ground, someone catched me, Loki.

"Maybe we can help you out, right father ?", Loki asked his father.

"That won't be for free...", Odin said after he thought about it.

I froze. What will he do or want from us ?!

"We don't need your money ! I mean it's our bad luck, if we don't have enough ! You surely need it all yourself ! We just go buy more in a few months...", my friend said, in a sad voice. Loki heard that.

"Nonsense. Father what do you have in mind ? What do you want ?"

"Well...If we go buy for both of them clothes and all that, then somebody of them, needs to come with us and live with us."

I froze. Michael made a move with his finger, I should come to him and discuss this with him. I struggled a little and Loki realized that I wanted to talk this out, he let me go. We whispered to eachother.

"You go, Dest...I am already too broken, for a new lifestart."

"But...he killed my REAL parents..."

"He won't know it. Now go and tell them our choice, you need clothes. We can't afford them, but they can. My family is shit, the money is shit and your life in my family is shit. You need a real family."

"But -"

"No but's. Take this second chance, to stay whole and you. Don't go or run back into your past and fear. Go in the future and dream, plan your happy ending. He won't recognise you, you changed a lot. Now...go..."

I looked at him, then back at Odin and his sons...Michael's words moved me and I finally agreed to it. We went back to them.

"I will live with you, I just need to get my stuff until after 2 days.", I said.

"I almost thought so...it's a deal then.", Odin said to us.

With that we went shopping. Thor got a armor not a real one but still, Michael two new swords and clothes, then he went home, we decided that I go get my stuff tomorrow morning, I got new clothes, some swords, paper, feders to write, daggers and ink bottles Thor and Loki even fought of which colour I should choose on clothes, I chose: black, green and red, if it was a good shade of it. And Loki somehow got...nothing...I felt bad.

"Father ? Can we go t- ?", Loki got interrupted by Odin.

"We go home now."

Loki looked disappointed to the ground. He wanted to go to the library. He told me, that he reads much and needs some new books, because he is already through all of them. I got an idea.

"King Odin ?"

"Luciella, just call me Odin. What is it ?"

"I need to go to the library...", he looked at me in disbelief.

"Hmm... Okay, but then we go home, got it ?", I smiled.

"Okay !"

I took Loki's hand and ran with him to the library. Before we ran together I called to Odin...

"See you there !"

In the library...

"What do you need ?", Loki asked sad.

"Nothing. I did it for you, so you can pick some new books to read, I can't even read... never learned it."

Loki stares at me. Then he started to smile softly and took my hand, he walks with me through some apartments with book kinds.

"You know...I can teach you reading and stuff, you just need to ask me.", he offered after we stopped at a few shelves of books.

"In which apartment are we ?"

"In the part of magic spells and Asgards history books. After that we look for some books in big writing, for you to learn reading. Okay ?"

"...Okay..."

He smiled at me. After 5 minutes he found everything, what he wanted, all big, fat books, and we went more forwards again, we didn't go deeper inside. He found some books, which I can start to learn reading. In the end it were 15 books, Loki needed to drag to the counter and Odin paid for it. Tomorrow I can start to learn reading. I am so happy.

"Oh ! Loki, you need to share your room with Luciella, until we have a room just for herself. Is this okay ?"

"Of course !", we both said at the same time.

We giggled after that a little. We went home. After 10 minutes we were there.

In the castle...

"Well, Goodnight father, Loki and Juliet.", Thor said.

"Her name is Luciella, Thor. But Goodnight you too. Goodnight father.", Loki said.

"Goodnight my sons. Goodnight Luciella.", said Odin and they made their way to their rooms.

Loki took my hand, gently.

"Follow me, Luciella.", Loki said to me.

"Okay !",I answered and followed him.

In 1 or 2 minutes we were there. He opened the door to his room and HOLY SHIT it was big as hell ! And that's where I begin my story.

Part 2

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