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queenofthefallenangels · 3 years

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My Dirty Little Secret Part 1

Negan/ OC/ Carl Grimes

Walking Dead AU

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, blackmail, age gap

Summary: Lexi and Carl had been friends forever. Ever since she moved to Alexandra with her family after her father's death when she was ten. Over time, she developed a crush on him that she thought he never returned. Until one day in Carl's bedroom, Carl kissed her. The kiss turned into something hot and heavy. It was all going better than Lexi had ever expected. The problem is, Carl has a girlfriend. It would have most likely remained a secret if someone hadn't walked in on them. Now Lexi will do anything to make sure, she isn't the reason Carl's relationship falls apart.

Tagged: @abadamn

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28677084/chapters/70303101

Part 1- Lexi’s POV

Carl’s hand ran through my hair as he deepened the kiss, pushing me on the bed. He climbed on top, hovering over me. I had never such a soft lover before. I didn’t have much experience with boys. I had made out with a few others besides Carl. Their movements were all awkward and didn’t know what they were doing. Kissing Carl was how I saw kissing a boy should be. His tongue rolled across my bottom lip as he begged for an entrance. I allowed him in inside, tangling my tongue with his. He let out a soft groan. His hand moved from my hair down my waist. I could feel his hard-on pressing against me.

He slowly began to lift my shirt up, pulling my breasts out as he did. He cupped them into his hands. I leaned into movement arching my back.

“Carl,” A voice came from outside his room as they opened the door. “Your dad wanted me to check on you and see how you-” The voice belonged to Negan, Carl’s dad’s friend and neighbor. He was peaking inside the room. His mouth had dropped when he saw Carl ontop of me with me half way undressed. I quickly pulled breasts back into my bra before pulling my shirt down. “Carl Grimes, what the hell do you think you are doing? You have a girlfriend. Did you forget about Isabella?” He shook his head.

“Alexi, what the fuck are you doing here?” His voice boom sending chills down my spine. I opened my mouth. “I don’t fucking care.” His anger caused me to shut my mouth and look down. “Get out of here.” He snapped his fingers at me, pointing to the door.

I nodded as I slowly walked out of the room past Negan. He shut the door right behind me. I could hear him yelling through the door about what Carl’s dad would think. I couldn’t help, but feel guilty. It was my idea to hang out together like we always did. We had been best friends for years. Of course, I didn’t think this would have happened. I had a crush on Carl for forever, but I didn’t think this would come of it, it never had before. The worst part was I knew he had a girlfriend. I knew he was a taken man, but I still did it anyway. I still let him kiss me just to get a taste of his lips. I let my emotions get the best of me that I didn’t even think of his girlfriend. All I could think about was myself.

I walked downstairs, shaking from everything that happened. I could still hear the yelling from upstairs. Negan was threatening to tell his girlfriend what had happened tonight. I felt hot tears in my eyes. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have come over tonight without Rick here. Maybe than this wouldn’t have happened.

I heard loud foot steps go down the stairs. My heart racing as they came closer. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Negan asked his voice still harsh as he spoke.

I didn’t fully understand why Negan was so mad at Carl for this. I could understand if Rick had been the one that had found us, but not Negan. Negan was known to be a playboy around town. He cycled through girls like most men cycled through underwear. He should have been high fiving him for achieving something like this. Or at least so I thought.

“Sir, please don’t tell Izzy what happened. It was my fault not Carl’s.” My eyes focused on the floor, but I could still feel his hazel eyes on me. His tall body looming over my small one. I was short. I always had been. I barley scrapped the five foot mark.

“Please, tell me how this is only your fault. I would love to hear this.” He said as he put his hands on either side of me on the counter. He had me trapped in.

I gulped. My focus remaining on my toes. “He...I…” I began, but could never finish. “Please, I will do anything to keep you from telling her.” I begged him.

His finger hooked onto my chin forcing me to meet his eyes, “Anything?” One of his eyebrow were raised as he looked at me with a questioning look. “Anything I want. Are you sure about that baby doll?”

I nodded. “Please.”

“Well, darling, I suppose there is something you can do for me if you are willing.” He said. Something was in his voice that I couldn’t tell what it was. It sounded like it had gained some husk and gravel to it. It made my insides turn. What had I got myself into?

“You are eighteen, right?”

I nodded, “I turn nineteen in November.”

“Perfect.” He said as he moved his hands from the side of the corner. “Now, I promise I won’t tell a soul about what I had seen today if you help me out.” He undid his zipper and button on his pants.

I bit my lip, “You are joking, right? You can’t possibly mean...this.” I was shocked. “There is no way.” I said shaking my head.

His grin didn’t falter. “Oh, well, if that’s how you feel. I guess I will be telling Isabella what happened here today.”

I was fucked. I couldn’t let Carl go down like this. If he wanted to tell her than he should. Not from this man. I wouldn’t want to hear that from Negan. “I am not very good though. I am sure there has to be some other way to do this.” I sputtered out. “I can mow your lawn or something. Clean your house. There has to be something else.”

“Tic tok, baby doll.” He said as he pulled his already erect penis out of his pants. My eyes widened at the sight. “I can be a patient man, but I ain’t going to wait around forever while you think of excuses. So, either you get down on your knees like a good little girl or else.” He ran his hand against his length. “I will even be nice. All you have to do is open your pretty little mouth.” His other hand reached for me as this thumb ran across my lips. “I will do all the work.” I hung my head and gave up. I slowly got down onto my knees, my stomach twirling in knots as I took at it. He was still stroking it as he watched me get down on my knees. His smile was smug as he began to push forward pushing passed my lips. His hands attached onto my bleach, blonde hair, winding it into his thick fingers. I gripped onto his thighs as I felt him do a soft thrust into my throat. He did a couple more soft one before he started going into it harder. I dug my nails into his thighs doing my best to relax my throat, but it was hard. I wasn’t used to a guy his size and his experience. I had only done this with one other guy and he was sloppy. Negan on the other hand, was sending chills down to my clit. I could feel myself getting turned on again as he pressed on. I tried my best to suck on it or do something besides be an empty hole for him, but I honestly couldn’t keep up.

Soon, he pushed himself in furthest he has gone before. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth as he spilled his seed down my throat. I did my best to swallow it all, but some still ended up dribbling down.

Once he was done, he simply zipped up his pants. “Well, this has been a pleasure, but I must get going.” He said as he fixed his pants. He gazed down at me as I tried my best to get up my legs still unsteady. “Your secret is safe with me.” with that he left out the door.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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Toons for Our Times: The Casagrandes: Four Course Catchup

I take some time to catch up with everyone’s faviorite mexican-american family with a four course meal of shenanigans.

Mexican Makeover: The thorny issue of racial identity erasure is handled via a lot of costumes, spicy food and a second Sergio, which suprisingly isn’t my own personal hell. Then again giving rusty a brother wasn’t either so there’s a precident. Uptown Funk: Carl goes full Zach Morris, minus the white privlage, and marries Adelaide to get a free train ride, then let’s his hallucinations talk him into nearly killing everyone. At least the Leprechaun in the sandbox isn’t telling him to burn things anymore. Bo-Bo Business: Hector won’t respect Bobby’s genius new ideas so Bobby sets shop at the near by hong’s market and procedes to nearly get murdered by bunnies. Dear god Anya was right. Blunder Party: Ronnie Anne and Sid host their first event as a couple, a sleepover campout on the roof with their running crew. Adilade and Carl crash it causing their sibling and cousin to send the two on a dangerous scavenger hunt. As you do. Context for what’s going on the page image under the cut.

So yeah I originally wasn’t going to add the Casagrandes to regular coverage.... but what can I say. I had way more to talk about with the recent crop of episodes than I thought, the show often airs with loud house so it increases my coverage output and most importantly.. i’ts just damn good. While still having some kinks to work out, like forgetting to use CJ, the show is just really charming and uses i’ts premise well. So yeah when the show, at least according to the wiki, so expect full coverage of both this years halloween special and the show in full when it comes back in november... and with bobby being hypnotized into thinking he’s a cat apparently.. so yeah i’d be watching anyway, so why not go all in. .So with that out of the way we’ve got a lot of ground to cover so, Golpeteo de pitter, which is spanish for pitter patter... maybe. If google translate mangled that I apologize.

Mexican Makeover:

Like with our last bit of loud house coverage, we start with the least of the episodes first. That being said this one isn’t TERRIBLE, just a waste of a good concept and something intresting to explore. It’s also a real shame given this episode is written by Lalo Alcaraz, the writer of the comic strip La Cucaracha who works as a consultant on the show and previously wrote my favorite episode of the season, Croaked!, which we’ll be talking about soon. But he seems like a great guy, but everyone dosen’t bat a thousand. This episode centers around Rosa, whose mother Mama Lupe, and her parrot sidekick Paco, coming to visit. Paco is a recolor of sergio which actually explains a LOT honestly, as I now feel Sergio is the Quaks to Paco’s Squaks.

As in the crappy recolor who dosen’t have as many skills. As you can tell I don’t like Sergio much. He’s annoying, not very funny and only rarely has his moments and also spent one episode constnatly being obnoxious to Bobby, who as we’ve discussed and will soon discuss some more, is my boy. My precious baby boy. So bullying him is the equilvent of slapping me with a dueling glove. So yeah Paco is better than Sergio, being more laid back, less obnoxious.. and voiced by, of all people, legendary cartonist and the namesake of the parrot sergio, Sergio Aragones. I grew up with the guy in middle and high school as he frequently, and I belivie still does, work for parody magazine MAD Magazine, and while I haven’t read it also did 80′s indie comic Groo the Wanderer with Mark Evainer of Garfield and Friends Fame. The guy’s really damn funny and it was a real treat to find out he’s involved here, especailly since the namesakes for the loud pets have all sadly passed, so it’s nice at least one pet namesake between shows gets to guest star. But my fanboying aside, Rosa is worried she hasn’t been making her family Mexican enough and thus goes a bit absolutley nuts. She steals the kids clothes and replaces them with various traditional mexican outfits, which is a bit psycotic, and gives us a shot of carl’s ass when he compalins about his underwear being replaced, which...

Yes thank you wayne. I’m sure even some of the 7 year old’s watching this don’t want to see a fellow 7 year old’s butt. Stop that. There’s a reason the parent show stopped the gag of having Lincoln in his underwear all the time and it wasn’t just because only chris savino thought it was funny. It’s especially creepy given after Savino’s sexual harassment, John K’s reveal of being a pedophile and whatever Dan Schinder did they refuse to talk about to the public but has ciruclated around, you TIHNK the’yd be more congizant of not showing borderline child porn. I mean it’s one thing to have a kid in underpants for a gag it’s another to have a close up of his butt. Just stop. Stop. So the episode goes as you’d expect, Rosa keeps pushing things harder without explaining herself, including trying to force the kids to speak in spanish, feeding them extra spicy food and againt eh whole replacing their clothes thing.. which\ do look nice though and we do get that blessed image of bobby up top. The kids eventually confront Rosa who reveals she just dosent’ want to give her mom a heart attack, they go along with it with Sergio feeding ronnie anne spanish, which is nice continuity as her not knowing i’ts come up before, and everyone putting on a show.. which goes horribly wrong with super spicy food understandably not being built for a 80-100 year old woman, and while i’ts nice Bobby’s buddy par, we’ll cover their episode at some point too, shows up he also heavy metals so hard it knocks her over and destroys the painting, which yeah of course. Rosa comes clean and Lupe.. is entirely fine with it and feels that culture is more in values than in what you know about it, though she will teach them a few things because knowing where you came from is still important. Also Paco returns and.. why coudln’t both he and Lupe stay. For all my issues with the episode besides Carl’s butt shot, which we’ll get to in a second, I do really like Lupe and Paco is better than sergio in every way shape and form apart from the name. just color him read and have him smother sergio in his sleep and we’re up a better parot.

Final Thoughts for Mexican Makeover: This one was eh. I saved my thoughts on the main plot for here because it IS a topic worth talking about: loss of cultural idetntity, especailly for first or second generation, as our main kids and their parents are, kids, how to ballance the cultures, what really matters.. it’s all good, deep really senstiive topics that i’m in no way qulaified to entirley judge because i’m very much white and am not going to whitesplain topics that I have no personal experince with. But I can at least say they could’ve done MORE with this. For one thing Maria was absent, and it would’ve been REALLY intresting to get her take on it since Croaked! established she didn’t really give Ronnie Anne at the very least much of a lesson in their heritage. You can’t really BLAME HER: She works a demanding job, ended up having to raise them alone, and is tired a lot. As I said i’ts a VERY complex topic that’s created some VERY brilliant works around the subject, and while i’m not asking for “Moonlight... for Kids!” I am asking you to explore something like this. How aclimated the kids are to white culture is a topic worth exploring and could’ve been a special and while yes I know, it probably would’ve been “A Very Special Episode”..sometimes you need to tackle complex topics for kids. The Proud Family was also a screwball comedy, but it tackled the civil rights movement, xenophobia and other heavy subjects from time to time.. it also thought music piracy was the root of all evil but as I said no one bats a thousand. And it wouldn’t lack jokes as Alcaraz’s career is in satire: He knows how to write jokes about heavily charged topics and be clever about it on the freaking comics page, and given The Casagrandes like it’s sister show is basically a comic strip in animated form, he has the right format tow ork with it just ultimately becomes instead the cliche “person is coming time to hide everything we’ve been doing plot”, which has never been that good and is even worse on top of a more interesting idea. I don’t expect the show to be super deep all the time but I expect better than broaching a clearly difficult subject and not really giving it any weight.

Uptown Funk: Now we’re past the one I was eh on because I knew how it’d turn out, and somehow got even less on board as it wasted a good concept and good ideas, and to the one out of the four I was most pumped for. And of all things it was a CARL episode. I passingly mentioned last time I didn’t like Carl, and that opinon’s started to change. I’m still not a huge fan, his voice is grating and he STILL hasn’t given up on Lori seasons later after Clyde long has and the other show long regonized this was a bad idea. Buuut i’ve come to realize he has his moments, with Monster Cash, which i’ll cover very soon for Halloween Havoc, and this very episdoe which is utterly fantastic. Though part of that is also the supporting cast, who were the reason I was pumped. I talked abotu the Changs Breifly in my Operation Dad review but since Adalaide and Stanley are more promenent here and Becca will be, if not in person, in Croaked!, i’ll gladly dive into them. The Changs are the Casagrandes next door neighbors and EASILY one of the best parts of the show. A lovely interacial nuclear family, the four are all really likeable and distinct. I’ve talked about Sid before, so we’ll save more of that for in a bit. Stanley her dorky dad voiced by Kim Jeong who works as the subway conductor for Great Lakes City. He’s just a treat, in both sense of hte word, and really sweet interacting with his daughter and has a tendency to make small apperances due to Ronnie Anne and Sid riding the subway wherever they need to go. As i’ve said it’s nice to see Ken Jeong get to play a goofy, normal-ish dad and be funny without having to either play an over the top lunatic, weirdo or asshole. I love community but Chang could be a lot but this Chang is alright.. and probably dosen’t speak to his community college student brother that often for his family’s saftey. He does have Rabi Chang, his other brother over a lot though. Look if Teen Titans go can be jammed into the same multiverse as ok ko and steven universe, this show can take place in the same unvierse as community.

Becca is stan’s wife and the head zookeeper at the zoo as well as the runner of their various shows, voiced by melissa joan hart and while not around as mcuh as her husband, is still a delight and it’s a delight to have clarissa back. Also together with her husband they make one hell of a couple to get sandiwthced between.. and no shame there, and yes i’m aware they have kids, i’d be happy to help raise them. I”m no asshole.

Anyways speaking of those kids, we lastly have Adalaide, the star of this show and an adorable 6 year old and as Sid calls her “A sass bucket” which is accurate both for 6 year olds in general, and for this one, though like most kids her age she flips from being adorable to entirely blunt when warranted. She also has a Frog, named Froggy II. We’ll get into what happened to Froggy I and how she met Froggy II in October.

So yeah two of my faviorite side characters, I consider sid main, PLUS one of my other faviorites Vito in a supporting roll. What’s not to love? As for the plot Carl brushes off Adalaide, because he’s a little jerk festival, but changes his tune when he overhears Stanley offering to have Adilaide join him on the train even see the control. Carl being a fanboy for trains among many other things which I shall list now: Things Carl’s a Fanboy For: 1. Money 2. Petty Schemes 3. Zack Morris 4. The Ladies 5. AC Slater 6. Luchadores 7. Trains.

He naturally has his eyes light up like a christler buliding and given numbers 2 and 3 on the list quickly comes up with a scheme to get that train ride, since Stanely offered her a plus one. Granted he could’ve PROBABLY just asked Stanley for a ride and being the upstanding guy he is, and given Carl’s also a train nerd and stanley is their king, he would’ve said yes, but this is the same boy who thought his adult cousin’s same aged girlfriend would want to go out with him when said girlfriend lives in a house with at least 3 girls close to his age instead she could set him up with. The boy is more of a short term planner, like most schemers in fiction really, he sees the dollar signs like eddy from ed edd n eddy and has some good ideas, but not the more obvious solutions that aren’t as scheme based around him. I swear if this kid didn’t have a moral center this would be him in 50 years

I mean the only reason the boy hasn’t used sharks or explosives is because his parents and grandparents won’t’t let him.

Anyways Addie is skepteical for about 5 seconds and my one real complaint about the episode is it felt like she was genuinely skeptical, and playing him slightly with their games.. but it turns out nope she just genuinely bought it. But as smart as she is she’s also only 6, and her being adorably trusting works just as well. So they play games. They have a tea party, with carl wearing a truly glorious peacock that I guarnatee sid has worn both for playing with her sister and just to feel fancy. They then play with Froggy.. which gets uncomfotable as Adaladie forces Carl to kiss him, and then basically goes full on “NOW KISS” when it fails to turn froggy into a prince and Froggy runs because he wisely dosen’t want to make out with Carl, and is omly passable and not disturbing instead because she’s 6 and dosen’t know better. They then play chase froggy, which Carl wins but gets flies thrown at him in hte process so does he really? They get to their final game superheroes, with carly playing his faviorite el falcone.. but also being the hostage while Adalaide saves him because this is 2020, she don’t need to be no damsel in distress. And this to me is why the episode works.. Carl IS a huge jerk here, manipulating a younger child who just wants to be his friend to get a train ride he could’ve gotten just by asking her.. but he gets put through the ringer, and most of his “humilation” is stuff that isn’t that bad: Tea is alright, there’s no shame in wearing makeup or a veil, and being rescued by a woman is awesome. It’s just Carl’s own baby’s first toxic masuclinity that makes these situations minus kissing froggy uncomfortable, so it adds to it as Addy’s doing nothing wrong really and any pain on carl’s part is an accident on hers. She’s just an imaginatiee little lady and he’s jsut a jerk. But they pair well together his underserved ego with her adorablility and creativity and as we’ll see smarts. Part of the reason I was so excited is their one real scene togehter in monster cash, when Carl is throiwng everyon’es money back at them which is also the best bit of the episode and we’ll get to that when we cover it her response is a stern “Don’t you even dare” and he hands it back to her because you don’t mess with Addy.

Addy then brings up pretend marriage and while Carl has his first , and probably not last, panic attack over comitment he does realilze this can be used and gets his train ride over it, with the two taking Froggy along as their baby. But being Carl, he’s not ready for marriage to a strong judge on the supreme court who makes him change the diapers and humilaties him in public, whcih i’d be more upset about if again he didn’t deserve it. We also have VITO! Local itallian, the Mercado’s best customer and Hector’s only friend. He also has his two winer dogs with him which.. yes. Just yes. And they have matching hats and sweaters because Vito is the best. Hedecides to toss froggy and book it for the train car. Adalaide realizes she’s been played and is understandably pissed but sadly, needing to find her friend her husband threw, dosen’t storm into Stanley’s conductor car and throw him off the train.

Instead Carl geeks out with Stanley over the train, which means he probably is meant to marry into this family, and Stanley’s glart awards. When Stanley’s called away to deal with the frog fracas, Carl is left told not to touch anything. So the obvious happens.. Carl hallunciates a bunch of pre school level choo choos who tell him to press the button. I love .. everything about this. It’s just pure hilarity and insanity and I’m here for it and a really creative, and insane gag and a nice take on the shoulder devil trope.

Naturally Carl, being Carl, presses the big button which turns on the ac and then blasts Stan’s train mix. Which sadly isn’t just this over and over and over and over again.

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With Carl possibly banned from trains for life he naturally turns to his wife for help, who is none to happy with his bullshit, and not willing to help him because why would she? But Carl.. genuinely apologizes. It’s why I mentioned he has a moral center. Unlike say Zack morris 80% of hte time or Eddy from Ed Edd N Eddy at his worst, Carl can FEEL human emotions like guilt, and while he does need Addy’s help to not get in massive trouble, you can tell he genuinely feels bad about hurting her and is only asking because she’s his only hope and for the sake of the various passengers who if she dosen’t step in will go off the rails on a crazy train, she agrees. Turns out though Addy is pretty badass on top of being adorable, and uses Froggy II as a grappling hook, then turns out to have inherited her dad’s knowledge of trains, which was foreshadowed earlier as she said she’s gone with him a lot and was bored at his offer and won two time junior glart awards.. which given that likely includes teens and tweens, is Valeria Richards levels of acomplished. God damn kid. Kudos. Stanley gets understandably mad at carl But Addy covers for him and since she saved her dad’s awards, Carl can live.. and come back sometimes. Carl, first through his action figure then himself apologizes for being a jerk toa ddy and manipulating her.. a genuine one that shows he means it and finds she’s pretty cool. Gues this marriage CAN be saved. And so we end this episode as you’d expect.

No.. for one thing i’td be leprechaun-train monstrosity. For another the happy couple team up as superheros and thwart froggy being hit by a train , who greatfully smooches carl who, having grown, takes it in stride. Happy end

Final Thoughts: I love this one. It was funny, intresting and had carl develop as a character while fleshing addy out and giving us some great stanley stuff. It made having a jerk as the protagnist here work and made me go from begrudgingly liking carl to actuallyl iking him. while he’s pretty terrible here he suffers for most of his actions and learns from it, and he and Adelade ahve a great dynamic that we thankfully do indeed see again this very marathon. But first. IT’S BOBBY TIME.

Bo-Bo Buisness It’s my first episode starring Bobby on this blog and i’ts been TOO long and there will be more to come I promise. As i’ve made no secret of Bobby is my faviorite character here, and as you can tell that’s a tight race, and is just.. great here. The move to the city fleshed him out by giving him drive with his desire to run the mercado, franchise it, and go to buisness school to do all of it properly, while keeping his loveable sweetness, stupidity and relationship with Lori which has gone from deeply unhealthy to awwwwwwwww.

So naturally I was on board for another Bobby Bonaza, and this one like most of his eps is pretty good: This time around it focuses on Bobby’s hard work ethic and youthful energy..and it leading him AWAY from the mercado. Bobby tries setting up free wifi and a table like a cafe in the Mercado, but Hector flatly refuses and refuses anthing Bobby comes up with, citing his 30 years running the place sucessfully, while Bobby cites his less than a year of it and his book of ideas, though Hector refuses to budge. And what I like here is that while hector IS still the bad guy here, it’s not in a one dimensional “Jerk for the episode’ way this show’s sister episode tends to fall into. Or treating a character being a jerk like their the wronged party, or.. you get the idea. Point is hector has SOME points: He has run a small buisness in a huge city for 30 years, beating out gentrification, racisim, big buisness and other threats to run at thriving mercado, even with another market across the street. He also owns a sizeable apartment with room for two diffrent families, 5 adults, 6 kids, a dog and an asshole, and his wife is super for the building as a whole. He’s done MARVELOUSLY for himself and deserves to be proud and his stubborness likely comes from just how much he’s been able to acomplish while others fell around him. However.. Bobby is still sympathetic. It’s very clear working here is his dream job: His plan for his life is to expland the place into a franchise and run it himself one day, he’s the clear sucessor and Hector wont’ be around forever.. probably for a LONNNG time still, and his ghost will probably haunt the place with Rosa’s scolding him, but since ghosts can’t own property probably, someone has to take over. Bobby is his clear sucessor and his ideas aren’t bad.. poorly exceuted in this case, but not bad. As we’ll see in a bit the table idea can work, bobby just didn’t think it through and Hector could’ve HELPED HIM with it and as we’ll see most of the ideas Bobby ends up doing elsehwere are just common sense for this day and age and the one that isn’t is the one that does him in. But Hector, likely seeing any change as a threat to his bottom line and his legacy, rejects him out of hand. H’es likely scared that his protege can do BETTER, or worried that one wrong move could cost him his life’s work. I also find this ironic since a few episodes ago, though I still need to see it, Bobby himself had the same problem letting go and letting someone else control the buisness with his sister and cousins running the place while he had his anniversary with Lori. Bobby DESERVES to be given his shot.. and so when he decides to quit the mercado in a huff and take his table and his ideas with him.. you agree with him. Sure he’s leaving the family legacy.. but if Hector wont let him make it his own or appricate how much fucking work he does or love he has for the place, then what legacy is there? That got heavy. We get a great joke next as bobby makes a metaphor about the dinosaurs.. then wonders what happened to them and like me on any given day stops to google it.. and since he uses a laptop unlike me and my desktop computer or phone, and his table, he inadveratly sets up a table outside.. which fixes the problems with his idea, if by accident and impresses Mr.Hong the owner of a nearbye market who could use a fresh faced go getter like bobby and hires him right on sight and agrees to start putting his ideas in.

And the wifi table.. is a huge sucess and putting it outside gave the customers more room, so it fixes the one flaw in his plan, and serving out cafe and snacks I can’t prounounce or spell properly, bobby shows his idea WOULD have worked: instead of creating loiterers it simply gives customers like Vito, who pretty much lives at the Mercado anyway so why not, a place to sit, eat and check their email and stuff, and bobby’s a good enough salesman he can convince them to eat and given the mercado already has a customers only policy on toilets.. they could’ve just made the table purchase only, and once per hour, and their regulars would’ve lapepd it up. Hector refuses to accept this though and stews and drives sergio and carl away.. which yeah if you can out asshole Sergio, you may be the bad guy here. The two feud over dinner to their family’s confusion, and to Rosa’s annoyance and dope slaps when she spills her hard worked on food over their petty sniping but bobby’ sstar continues to rise with a music video for hongs including that bit seen above, rapping and just.. whatever the fuck that video was it was the third best rap in nick history behind that “nnnnnnick” rap and this.

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So yeah with the comeerical, Hongs has tons of customers, and Hector stews more. However things can’t be good forever, as the last 4 years have proven they can be bad for an especially long time but good? Sadly no, as Bobby gets what he always wanted: The keys to the store.. maybe not the store he wanted but still and gets to run hongs solo. Sadly though Bobby ends up fucking up, letting people bring their pets which wrecks the place, and ends up with bobby getting swarmed by an ever multiplying batch of bunnies.

As Bobby is cuddled to death, his exact words, Hector finally relents and saves the boy from literally drowning, and the two get the rabbits out.. but well with social media and all that hong knows what happen and bobby’s fired. But back at the Mercado, Hector rehires bobby, and genuinely apologizes. I do feel it comes a bit quick.. but I guess after your grandson almost got bunnied to death, you rethink your life choices. Bobby admits he was in over his head while Hector genuinely admits Bobby has good ideas and he was being a stubborn jackass and decides he can use them after all. Starting with the commerical where the two perform a nice mexican song, the whole family adorably dresses up like various mercado items as seen at the veyr top and we also get this.

Yes, yes to all of this. And we’re out.. for a moment then back in but you get it.

Final Thoughts for Bo Bo Buisness: While not the best Bobby episode, that would be the one that introduces Par and again i’ll get to that one, this one is still pretty good. While I do feel Hector turns around a bit quick, otherwise it’s funny enough and has enough character stuff with bobbby, even if i’ts mostly just from knowing him in this series to work out. I”m not ANTI-nonsense episodes, I just don’t want them there when ther’es clearly a way heavier issue your steping around. This wasn’t the BEST the series has done comedy wise but it was fun enough. Alright one more...

Blunder Party:

And we end on another pretty good one. And oddly for this show it’s the only Ronnie Anne focused one of the four. Usually she’s dead center but it seems the series is getting comfortable enough, much like it’s parent show, to ease out of focusing on just one character as the viewpoint and letting the others breathe. Still this was a good un and let’s talk about it.

It’s Party Time and Ronnie and Sid are having a sleepover on the roof. Their first party of a couple.. i’m so proud of by baby gays.. or gabies as I call them. I mean.. yes i’m not subtle with my shipping but they act less like close friends and more like two tiny lebisan awww factories. Anywho the whole crew’s here, which as with a lot of things this episode let’s talk about them: Casey, Nikki and Sameeer were introduced in a loud house I haven’t seen and naturally carried over to the show proper, showing up when Lincoln visted in an episode I will defintely cover at some point, and accepting Ronnie Anne wasn’t a born city kid. They have neat designs, are nicely diverse, and while lthey do need some fleshing out, given that like Lincoln’s own friend team squad they show up in a good chunk of ronnie anne episodes, we got time for that so we’re good. There’s also new addition Laird, the school’s own screech powers, and your standard awkward dork whose not that great. So yes even this group has a waste of a character, though he’s not AS bad as rusty or useless as Liam, just feeling a bit less essentail than Ronnie Anne’s running crew, who match her general vibne, and Sid whose her soulmate.

But as the pizza arrives via Sergio, because he has to be useful at least once, our heroes soon find the party crashed by Great Lakes City’s newest power couple: Carl and Adelaide! Looking like their fucking team rocket. Seriously I had other options for this episode, including bobby sliding around on his back comically, so it says something just how great that iamge is and how fucking gloriously smug yet awesome they look.

The two want to join and even outdo the big kids at stretcing and flinging pizza, but as many little siblings like myself know all too well, the big siblings don’t want you there. I can’t count the number of times I wanted to hang with my brothers friends, but he refused frome lementary all the way up to high school. It was maddening. SO I sympathize with them, but i’ve grown tor ealize grown up kids want to have their own time and fun so I sympathize with both parties: Carl and Addy just want pizza and games and to hang with the big kids and Ronnie Anne and Sid just want to host a party as a couple without watching their siblings.

However Carl forces a compromise.. by using his special mood.. whining loudly and summoning Rosa.. whos eriously just.. teleports behind the kids. I thought only Lucy could do that in this unvierse. Respect.

Rosa however is resonable. While she dosen’t want the kids to be excluded, and it’s understandable and nice of her: The kids just wan’t to feel included and Rosa is resonable enough to say they will have to leave eventually wehn it’s time for bed. A fair compromise. Also i’d wonder why Adelaide is here but I assume the Chang Parents had her come over there, which Rosa being the lovely person she is agreed to. I didn’t get into her above but I do like Rosa a lot as a character as she’s a resonable authority figure.. but liable to slip into her own foibles, and is kind and loving with her family if strong and strict when she needs to lower the boom. Mostly on Hector who i’m amazed survived last episode and getting his own grandson to leave in one piece.

But yeah I mean I can only imagine what’s going on there...

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Also sex obviously, but since I obviously can’t and won’t show you that, have this video to jodeci’s freak n you instead and let your imagination fill the blanks if you want.

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I will use this song any time I can. Anyway, Sid being the peach she is tries to convince Ronnie anne all is not lost. Earlier she used a metaphor saying how they had all the perfect ingredents like a smore, and now adds pizzza.. which ot be fair a pizza smore, but using bagles or something sounds great, but pizza on a smore sounds like my own personal hell.. though Sid likes it so i’ll let it live.. for now. That’s also why Sergio is alive. FOr now.

But even sid has a limit and the power couple soon break those: An attempted scary ghost story session goes bad as they break poor sameer by predicting eveyr story he has even the one the poor kid wings, and he and his prehinsile hair are sad. Cheer up kid at least you can probably go live on Krakoa at some point. Free health care, free housing, living on a giant paradise. Good stuff.

The two then ruin an attempted dance party, which unlike the above which was just bad timing, this time their just obnoxious as addy wnats to ballet, and Carl wants to... put it to his butt whle playing fart noises. Okay for starters.

Secondly if he wanted to do that he could’ve got a cd of Nickleback cheaper and no one would’ve noticed.. then again they might of thought the poor boy had Dihera. Somehow this isn’t the last draw. Nikki, being a real one, holds a gross drink contest which carl spits out on the crowd.. which really WHAT DID YOU ALL EXPECT. This is how those things end. WIth spit up and fury.

Anyways enough is enough, so our ambigiously gay duo hatch a plan and send the little kids on a scavanger hunt. So while the Ronnie’s Running Crew have fun, and spot bobby and his best buddy par and bobby flop on some mangos and slide around on mango juice all episode as a result, the dream team work on getting that list done. From getting one of Hector’s nosehairs to Mr. Nakamura’s faviorite sweatervest (which takes a while) , to Carlota’s diary they do it with flair. Of note is the two having to steal Sergio’s crackes.. and nearly getting murdeered by the parot who seriously looks like he’s about to skin a child.. thankfully when HE does a shining by crashing through the door, he just gets stuck so no child murder tonight. Horay! Well until Carlota finds out her diary missing then this happens.

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But things get dire when the kids think they see the smaller kids get stuck in par’s truck. Thankfully bobby knows where his best friend is at all times, because he’s consdierate and knows where he’s headed next, and the kids end up following him, while Sameer stays behind to distract with his hair puppets since Rosa wants to little ones to go to bed.

Sid and Ronnie anne and co head to the dump , shenagins insue and they think they lost their sibling and cousin.. only to find them, the two having gotten a mango that looks like Vito and won.. and Sid and Ronnie apologizing and admitting their scam. In a nice bit though while Carl gets upset, Addy quickly points out they DID ruin their fun, and crash the party, and Carl begrudingly admits he’s wrong. Again, keep them married show. Carl needs Addy to keep him honest and Addy needs carl to hide the bodies of her enmies. They make a good pair, just like their big sis and cousin.

Anyways, Ronnie Anne and Sid ask to have the kids for just a bit longer to repair them and again this is why I repsect Rosa. She finds out the kids disobeyed her or at least found a loophole but isn’t mad and gets both sides learned from it. Our kidlets get a giant ass smore for their heroic efforrts, Nikki returns Carlota’s diary in secret to avoid their deaths while Sergio is arrested for attempted murder of two minors. A good night all around. Bobby joins in to close out, which isn’t met with any resitance because who dosen’t love bobby, while Hector wakes up to the vito mango and wonders what happened to him.. okay apparently Vito’s been turned into a non-sapient piece of fruit before and I want details show. Final Thoughts Finally: A pretty good one. Carly and Adleadie continue to prove to a hell of a combo, whie the proven dream team of Sid and Ronnie Anne work well off their younger counterparts. It overall leads to a fun episode with lots of great gags.. and also bobby sliding around on his back comically like he’s a goddamn roomba and I am hear for it. Just overally really good stuff and a really fun plot. This really feels like stife of the party done right. Both sides screw up but make up instead of one just getting their way because protaganist. And overall this batch of episodes was really damn good and I look forward to watching the series reguarlly from now on. Until then, just one more day then this blog gets all spooky! SO stay tuned, stay safe and go team venture! Play us out nickleback! WAIT WHY DID i SAY THAT NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO

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ducktracy · 4 years

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26. freddy the freshman (1932)

release date: february 20th, 1932

series: merrie melodies

director: rudolf ising

starring: n/a

i love that title card! obviously the title cards will improve as the years go on instead of being black backgrounds with white text. here we have freddy the freshman, a very popular tune used by carl stalling in the underscore of some cartoons. i know porky’s garden and boobs in the woods use it, just to name a few. the titular freshman freddy becomes a big hit at the party he crashes, and eventually goes on to play in the big football game.

this is our eponymous freshman, freddy. isn’t he cool with his beanie and oversized glasses? i love that they designed him the way they did. i was expecting a jock letterman type, much like the dover boys, not this dinky little dog. i’m not sure if that was intentional, but good on them if it was.

freddy seems to be the talk of the town (and thinks rather highly of himself). he putters through the streets, surrounding by an audience who cheers him on. he sings “rah, rah, rah cha cha! that’s our college yell! baggy pants, crazy dance, it’s freddy, can’t you tell?” as always, the music is syncopated and catchy. we get some gags of freddy slapping his car (with the engine springing out of place at one point).

dance sequence time! this time, we’re at a party, where everyone is joyously dancing to an underscore version of “freddy the freshman”. once again, gifs do little justice, but i love the visuals above. very smooth and amusing! the underscore is lush and catchy as ever.

our hero arrives and crashes the party, literally. his car explodes into bits and pieces just outside the shack. he greets “hi-ho, everybody! hi-ho!” and instantly receives a shower of cheers.

we launch into our musical number of “freddy the freshman”. he saunters through the shack (much like foxy in lady, play your mandolin!) and at one point, his fur coat divides into a bunch of kittens, who sing the chorus of “freddy the freshman, the freshest kid around!” very clever, but also morbid!

no college party is complete without your letterman jock (ah, there’s what i was looking for in the beginning!) bully. freddy meets with his girl, who thinks he’s swell. the horse, not so much. freddy asks the crowd to give a college yell, prompting the horse to snarl “RASPBERRIES!”. enter this great gif above. freddy tackles him, and is greeted by applause! i love the tactility of rubber hose cartoons, how they melt and bend and squish. the animation may be in its baby steps, but it’s much more fun to watch than what we’ll be dealing with in the 60s cartoons (shudder).

finally, it’s time for the game. oh, by the way, there’s a football game! it was probably mentioned, and maybe i missed it (and the dialogue is a bit hard to distinguish), but it certainly seems random like hey, by the way! the football game is here!

nevertheless. an old cat fires the starting pistol, prompting a mouse to pop out and blow a whistle. the jock horse initiates the game by kicking the football directly towards the audience, something i imagine looked really good in theaters!

a pig player has his mouth open, and swallows the football whole (much like the hippo swallowing the cannonball in bosko the doughboy). freddy kicks him in the ass to regurgitate the football back out, resuming the game. as crude and overused as it is, the gag amuses me because of how unsettling it is to think about!

because it’s a cartoon, this isn’t your average football game. a wiener dog shields freddy from any offensive attacks as he runs to score the touchdown. however, because all football fields have them, the dog crashes into a tree in the middle of a field, wrapping itself and thusly unwrapping itself from the bark. another gag includes a giant dogpile—once the dogpile is over, a lone turtle stranded on its back slips out of its shell and puts it on haughtily.

i love how absurd this is. we now cut to a lake in the middle of the football field, where freddy chases a duck who caught the football via raft. absurdity and surrealism, the best way to go for comedy! they both reach land, and freddy tackles the duck’s legs (which are extremely tall). the duck makes it over the end zone line anyhow and quacks in his face.

now we cut to the cheerleading section, which is plagued by stereotypes. three jewish crows hold hebrew pennants and dance, cheering on the team. but that’s not all! an effeminate rooster saunters over and joins the cheering section with a stereotypical feminine voice and mannerisms. obviously, this didn’t age well. it’s obviously offensive and cringeworthy, and even if you could somehow get past that, it’s still not very funny to begin with.

nevertheless, the game ravages on. a lion has possession of the ball while the crowd chants “hold that lion! hold that lion!” freddy LITERALLY holds the lion, pulling on his tail in an attempt to slow him down. instead, he tumbles backwards as he pulls off his “pants”.

cut to an announcer, who’s excitedly narrating the game. in the midst of his fervor he stops and whispers “are ya listening’? hmmm?” our first (or one of them) celebrity reference! this is a reference to radio personality anthony “tony” wons, who would often give that exact catchphrase. i love the celebrity references in all of the 30s-40s looney tunes shorts! some people don’t because of how dated they are, which is true. i had no idea who tony wons was until just now. but i always find them so fascinating, because if i don’t get the joke, it’s still FUNNY and carries on (which isn’t the case today. i feel like if you miss the joke, you miss it completely nowadays). finding out what the references mean and digging around for some background information is always very exciting to me (and explains why i listen to bing crosby and frank sinatra on a regular basis, thanks carl stalling for your beautiful underscores!).

enough blabbering on. freddy manages to catch the ball, and it’s up to him to score the touchdown. to keep his skull getting bashed in (just look at those protective leather helmets!), he fashions a fence into a protective hamster wheel and barrels down the field, his foes bouncing off like flies. there just so happens to be a clothesline present in the middle of the field, and with some bizarrely fun visuals, freddy hops into a pair of underwear (a gag pitched by clampett, maybe? everytime there’s something “crude” i think of him) and uses a stick to row himself down the field. one of the players squeezes him, and he pops out and slides into a pair of pajamas hanging on the field, sagging down and running on the grass. he opens the buttflap and throws the football down, scoring the points. iris out.

this is certainly an... interesting cartoon. it doesn’t have much plot to it (though it is a merrie melody where the focus is on song), so to me it comes off as “here’s a party! and here’s the football game!” the song “freddy the freshman” makes for a VERY catchy underscore (as carl stalling would assert by using it in a number of cartoons), and there were some fun visuals like the horse untangling his legs while dancing, and the entire end scene with freddy scoring the touchdown. the biggest complaint i have is the scene with the jewish crows and the gay rooster—it’s very stereotypical and breaks up the flow of the plot completely. thankfully, the whole cartoon isn’t ruined by it. it’s only a 10 second thing, but it still needs to be addressed.

overall, this cartoon was pretty barebones, there have certainly been better merrie melodies. but the visuals are fun and the gags are absurd (i love that there’s an entire lake in the middle of the field), so i’d give it a leisurely watch.

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#lt #freddy the freshman #long post #reviews #antisemitism m #homophobia m #just in case it’s not as... i don’t want to say as BAD because it’s still bad regardless but #it’s mot as severe as some stereotypes i’m sure we’re going to run into #(unfortunately)

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A Thousand Second Chances - The life story of Eddie Brock

from Venom (2018) Issue # 2

I just spent a week speed-reading through every single comic appearance Eddie Brock has made in the 30 years since his creation and I fell in love with his character hard and fast. In order to process all that I’ve learned myself, I feel like I need to write down his life story with thoughts and important moments. Figured I might as well make this public since it might help out other new fans who don’t have the time and madness to dig through 30 years of comic history. Any older fans reading, feel free to correct me if I’m getting my Marvel lore wrong, I am VERY new to this and hopelessly overwhelmed.

This fully ignores ‘Venom: Dark Origin’ because it frankly just contradicts every other mention of backstory. It also thus ignores Mary Brock, the sister who was invented to justify the Nova crossover issues and who doesn’t appear outside of these two things, because she frankly doesn’t fit the rest of the lore either.

Content warning for suicide applies everywhere here, it’s a topic that comes up time and time again in Eddie’s life.

This got... long.

Eddie is born as the son of Carl and Jamie Brock. Unfortunately, Jamie passed away during Eddie’s birth, leaving his father emotionally cold towards him. The family is wealthy so Eddie is always well-provided for, but he never receives any affection. In order to win praise, Eddie studies hard (top grades) and gets into sports (beginning his lifelong passion towards muscle training), but nothing is successful. His dad did apparently make some worrisome statements though. (from: Lethal Protector, except for the panel which is from the Maximum Carnage arc)

At some point in his childhood Eddie gets into a car accident that cost Carl a lot of his fortune. Nothing is specified about this as of yet, but it looks like the current arc might go into detail. (from: Venom 2018)

Eddie gets into college and when the Watergate scandal happens, he is inspired to change his career to journalism. This places his birth year around 1950, I suppose? (from: Lethal Protector)

After college, Eddie gets a job at the Daily Globe, where he works as a successful investigative journalist.

At some point here, he meets Anne Weying and they begin a relationship. She describes him as ‘smart, witty and boyish’ (though he’d never show it in front of his father). He used to love taking her to fairs and amusement parks. The two get married. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

During his work for the daily globe he encounters a creature named Krooba. This is some weird bonus story and I only mention it because this panel is honestly hilarious. (from: Marvel Flashback series)

Then the Sin-Eater murders shake New York and Eddie interviews a source who claims to be the culprit - but just as Eddie reveals their identity, Spider-Man catches the real Sin-Eater. Eddie is disgraced as a journalist because he fell for a compulsive confessor. He loses his job with the Globe due to this incident. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

This also fully destroys his relationship with his father whom he now doesn’t have contact to anymore. Anne says he lost his boy-ish charm here and started seeming a little mad. Their marriage falls apart. (from: Lethal Protector)

To make a living, Eddie now has to write made-up stories for gossip magazines. He describes these as ‘venomous’ and that descriptor is the reason for his later pseudonym ‘Venom’. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

He starts body-building excessively during this time in hopes to relieve the tension. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Through all this he blames Spider-Man for his downfall - this is not logical, but hey, blaming others makes things easier. Eddie is a person with an astounding one-track-mind and a tendency for splitting.

Eddie can’t handle the misery of his current life and grows strongly suicidal. However, he is also a practicing catholic and struggles with the fact that suicide is considered a sin. Thus he goes to the Our Lady of Saints church to pray for forgiveness before ending his life. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

In front of the church he hesitates and is encouraged to go inside by Deadpool, who is totally oblivious to Eddie’s actual intentions. Yes, really. (from: Deadpool: Back in Black)

In the church, Eddie encounters the symbiote that Spider-Man brought back to earth as his suit and which he then subsequently rejected after finding out it is a living creature. Both Eddie and the symbiote hate Spider-Man, so they take this as basis to bond together.

Important here is that it is literally canon that Spider-Man inadvertendly taught the symbiote how to love (from: Web of Spider-Man) and that the symbiote wants to try and make their relationship with Eddie more mutual than the one with Spider-Man (from: First Kill). So take THAT as you want.

In the first day of being together with the symbiote, Eddie takes down some criminals who murdered his neighbour and establishes his vigilante killing style through it. (from: First Kill)

Eddie makes first attempts to kill Spider-Man (whose civilian identity he knows thanks to the symbiote’s memories) by pushing him in front of a train and trying to throw him off a roof. (from: Web of Spider-Man)

There’s some weird special story set in this timeframe about how he gets the advice of some veteran he interviewed on the job once to do this. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Then he attacks Spidey directly and they fight in the church.... and well, Eddie dons a priest costume for a while, just... because aesthetic. He does have a flair for the dramatic.

This is probably the appropriate time to mention that from here on Eddie is always naked. Every time you see Eddie Brock wearing clothes, it is the symbiote assuming the shape of clothes. Eddie wears underwear at best and even that is often not present.

Eddie loses this battle with Spidey and is sent to The Vault, a super high security prison. Escaping from there, he kills a guard who happens to be an influential person’s son and well, it bites him in the ass later. Important here is also that Eddie absolutely always laments it when he ‘has’ to kill innocents. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

In trying to get to Peter after this, Eddie visits Aunt May a few times pretending to be Peter’s friend. It is hilarious. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

The next attempt at besting Spider-Man is ended by Spidey pretending to accept the symbiote back, which the symbiote is actually excited about, much to Eddie’s dismay. However, the bond with Eddie is too strong for the symbiote to simply sever it and both symbiote and Eddie pass out from the strain of trying. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

This is a good time to mention that in the 2003 Spectacular Spider-Man run it is revealed that actually Eddie had terminal cancer All Along and knew he’d die without the symbiote, so part of him wanting to kill Spider-Man is a wish to eliminate host body competition and thus survive. I personally absolutely think this is an asspull that undermines a lot of the first 20 years of characterization, but eh.

Eddie goes back to The Vault and has not one but two run-ins with the Avengers when attempting to break out. Neither attempt is successful and in the end he uses the symbiote’s abilities to fake his own death in order to successfully escape.

A huge battle over who gets to kill Spider-Man happens and Styx touches Venom... the symbiote takes the brunt of this attack to protect Eddie - and thus they seemingly die for him. And this is like written in 1990. Eddie literally cries about it. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Now a normal human, Eddie is sent to the normal human prison Ryker’s Island where he is cellmates with the serial killer Cletus Kasady. Eddie works out a lot in the cell and it drives Cletus crazy - he brings that up again more than once. Big mad about the muscle gains. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Though Eddie also just plain beats Cletus up during this time because Eddie hates people who kill innocents. This might have contributed to Cletus hating his muscles. (from: Carnage 2016)

The symbiote isn’t dead and returns for Eddie! They break out! Also the symbiote literally gives birth during this process, no biggie. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Venom and Spider-Man fight again. Venom actually gets Spidey unconscious in this battle but instead of killing him then, he... kidnaps Spidey to an abandoned island to have another fight. Eddie just gotta be that extra. During this fight Spidey fakes his death and escapes. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Eddie decides to live happily ever after with the symbiote and just stay on the island. They’re very happy together. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Sometime here, Darkhawk gets stranded on the island, fights Venom, gets spared by Venom. Life’s like that. (from: Darkhawk)

Then he meets Wolverine inside of Wolverine’s nightmare because sometimes Marvel is ???? like that ??? (from: Marvel Presents)

Eddie’d probably have happily stayed on this island forever, had the child the symbiote gave birth to not bonded to Cletus Kasady, creating Carnage. Spider-Man realizes that Eddie, knowing symbiotes, is probably a big help in fighting a symbiote-bonded killer so he reveals himself to Eddie again and gets him off the island to fight Carnage. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Once Carnage is defeated, Eddie just gets sent back to The Vault.

There is some weird episode here where Matt Murdock is his attorney and he tries to get free by pleading insanity and pretending the symbiote died. That fails of course. (from: Trial of Venom)

Then an even weirder episode happens where Venom encounters a bunch of villains and then just ends back up in jail anyway.

Which he then breaks out of and hears Spider-Man’s parents are still alive. This really gets to Eddie because in his mindset (which the symbiote only enhances - they influence each other mutually for the worse at this point) Spidey is a corrupting force and thus he needs to protect... his parents from him.... so he kidnaps the Parkers..... (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Spidey had ENOUGH of Venom at this point and tries to think of new ways to get him to stop already. Thus he contacts Anne and gets Anne to talk to Eddie. Eddie still very much loves Anne. It still takes Spidey saving Anne from falling debris and Anne’s subsequent explanation that Spidey IS saving innocents to make Eddie back off. But hey, he backs off!

And moves back to his birth city, San Francisco. Here a lot of things start happening very rapidly. Eddie encounters an underground city of social outcasts. A family member of the guard he murdered put together The Jury to kill him in retaliation. Life Foundation wants his symbiote. Spider-Man is there. Lethal Protector is a ride and I truly recommend it.

Life Foundation extracts symbiotes from Eddie’s symbiote to try and weaponize them, Spidey and Venom battle them together.

In the end, Eddie also saves the underground city from Life Foundation and moves in there as their protector, much to the joy of local resident Elizabeth who wanted him down there all along.

Then Eddie temporarily goes back to New York because Carnage is back. After getting badly beat up, Eddie comes to Spidey for help and... just goes to sleep on his couch. He changes into pajamas and all.

To stop Carnage, Spidey, Venom and the Black Cat form an alliance but Spidey remains strongly opposed to Venom’s muuuch more pragmatic view on life and death. He isn’t called lethal protector for nothing. Much moral debate is had. Maximum Carnage is a fun arc.

Then Eddie goes back home to his underground city and demonstrates his one-track mind in his solo series Funeral Pyre, where he tries very hard to help an undercover journalist trapped in a gang and still fails, creating Pyre in the process....

During some Daredevil issues, Eddie tries to steal a serum to erase Venom’s weaknesses but in the end doesn’t get it.

During some Silver Sable issues he... exists and helps her gang, I guess.

Then he appears in some Darkhawk issues where they rematch.

Back to solo-series; in The Madness, Eddie gets infected with a sentient virus, making it three people in his body. The virus is pretty crazy and assaults and frightens Eddie’s almost-girlfriend Beck, who is overall already convinced that the symbiote makes Eddie more mad. She states she can’t date him due to this and the two remain simply friends. Eddie gets rid of the virus in the end and returns it to where it came from.

The Enemy Within comes next and it’s just... goblins in San Fransico. Eddie teams up with Morbius against those goblins. Many goblins.

Then Venom fights Hulk because why not. (from: Venom vs Hulk)

Soon after, Venom appears in a few Iron Man issues because he believes Tony Stark’s business practices to be corrupt and tries to kill him for it.

In The Mace, conflict arises in the underground city and causes Mace and Venom to fight one another. Namely, people from the underground city attack others, who attack in retaliation - once Eddie learns that some of his people started this mess, he kills the offending underground city residents (and keeps it secret from Beck who asked him to spare them).

Venom then teams up with Nightwatch for a short appearance in the Nightwatch series.

During Nights of Vengeance both Elizabeth and Beck get kidnapped, inviting other characters to speculate on Eddie’s love life. Eddie states he won’t date either woman as he is too dangerous to date anyone. There’s also aliens who take over minds in this comic. That’s the actual main plot of these issues.

Now it’s time for Eddie’s next return to New York! Carlton Drake and his Life Foundation are working on something called The Arachnis Project (which is also the name of this arc) to create spider humans - hearing of this, Eddie travels to New York to get revenge against Life Foundation for the events of Lethal Protector.

The Jury has started working for Life Foundation in the meantime, though the events of these comics cause that connection to sever. However, they’re still in the same facility, so they do run into Venom there. Jury and Venom try to kill each other while Spider-Man desperately tries to stop any death on either end from happening.

Also Life Foundation gets defeated, obviously. Eddie returns to San Francisco.

Only to come back to NY shortly after due to news about the prison Carnage is held in.

Here, Eddie runs into Peter’s clone, the Scarlet Spider. In battle with him, Eddie gets separated from his symbiote and both of them get taken into custody to be studied, setting up the events of the Separation Anxiety mini-series.

Separation Anxiety marks the first time the reader ever gets to hear the symbiote’s thoughts and the majority of these thoughts are “Eddie” as the symbiote is desperate to return to him.

During this period of extended separation from the symbiote and with nobody to talk to, Eddie begins to reflect on his actions as Venom and starts second-guessing all the murders they committed. For the first time, Eddie is plagued by feelings of guilt.

Eddie gets broken out of this facility by the surviving symbiote-host-combos created by Life Foundation who seek Eddie’s help on how to communicate with their symbiotes. All of them are struggling to not get overtaken, making Eddie’s mutual relationship with the symbiote seem extraordinary.

Meanwhile the symbiote also breaks out and rushes to find Eddie, bond with him again and, in their worlds, ‘become whole, become Venom’. The symbiote does find Eddie in time to save him from Scream, one of their symbiote ‘daughters’.

But after being reuinited, Eddie tells the symbiote that he needs some time to think on his own to really figure out what of their actions was his choice and what was the symbiote’s. (the cap is from Planet of the Symbiotes which picks this back up.)

Before this storyline goes to its conclusion, Carnage briefly returns and travels over the internet, an ability which the Venom symbiote learns as well in the fight against Carnage. He returns back from San Fran to New York again for this. During this arc Eddie also makes a big mistake and almost kills an innocent man named Clive because he mistook him for being a malicious junkie. (from: Carnage Unleashed)

Then in Planet of the Symbiotes we then return to the break-up story. Eddie’s doubts about his own choices continue on strongly and get reinforced by Spider-Man to a point where Eddie rejects the symbiote. The symbiote, in emotional pain after this temporary break-up begins wailing. This wailing can be heard so far in the galaxy that it actually alerts the other symbiotes to the existence of earth, causing them to begin an invasion.

During this invasion, Eddie’s symbiote returns to him and reveals that for their species, they are considered abnormal because they seek to have a relationship with a host rather than dominate them.

The solution to the invasion is to let out an even more powerful mental scream to overwhelm the symbiotes with despair - Eddie and his symbiote fully bond again to achieve this and thus save earth. This is the arc that the movie presumably took Venom betraying his species for Eddie from.

Then during Sinner Takes All, we meet Anne again! There is a new Sin Eater around and she is being targeted - obviously, Eddie can’t let that happen and sets out to protect her. To heal her injuries, he lets the symbiote bond with her but doing so unleashes violent urges in Anne. She temporarily turns into She-Venom and murders a group of men who were attacking her. Once returning to her senses, Anne is horrified and gets away from Eddie - only to be taken hostage by an assassin who came to take revenge on Eddie for Clive, the person he almost killed during Carnage Unleashed. In the end, Clive himself calls off the manhunt on him, claiming vengeance wouldn’t make him feel any better.

Here continuity gets a little confusing because the next comic, Along Came A Spider, takes place soon after Planet of the Symbiotes and makes reference to Eddie not having talked to Anne since. This is why most continuities place Sinner Takes All before Planet of the Symbiotes, but that doesn’t quite make sense either due to the progression of Eddie’s and the symbiote’s relationship. Ah well, it is a mystery.

Anne is now under police protective custody, but the police also want her help to capture Venom. When Eddie calls, the symbiote travels over the phone-line and partially merges with Anne, which ends up also merging Eddie’s and Anne’s minds. Eddie immediately sets out to find her and retrieve her from the police.

On the way out, Venom gets into a fight with Spider-Man, which gives the police time to arrive and arrest Anne. When Anne calls Eddie from custody, she begs him not to come and bust her out, which he agrees to... but sends the symbiote through the phonelines instead, turning Anne into She-Venom once more.

Once the symbiote is back to Eddie (after some more fighting), Anne announces she wants nothing to do with him anymore because she never wants to get close to the symbiote again. She tells Eddie that only if he resists the symbiote and stops his vengeance quest, she’ll talk to him again.

Then Anne gets tangled up again anyway, as Rune frames Venom for murder and Venom has to save her once more. (from: Rune vs Venom)

Next there is a serial killer on the loose in New York! The police strongly suspect Venom to be the culprit, but it turns out to be Xenophage, eating everyone who has a symbiote inside them. (from: The Hunted)

While running from the police, Eddie temporarily assumes the identity of a skater and joins a group of skater kids under the name Rad Eddie. (from: The Hunted)

Eddie defeats the Xenophage. (still from: The Hunted)

Then comes The Hunger, one of the gayest comics from the 90s for sure. It starts out with Eddie and the symbiote holding hands at the movies. But Eddie once again has reason to suspect that the symbiote is making him more violent.

When Venom winds up actually eating someone’s brain instead of just using this threat as a catchphrase, Eddie is horrified. Seeing that Eddie will refuse any further brain-eating, the symbiote leaves Eddie. Eddie gets captured by Dr. Paine and experimented on.

Eddie finds out that the symbiote needs a chemical that is in brains but can also be supplied in other ways. Before he and the symbiote can fully bond again, Dr. Paine kidnaps the symbiote to also experiment on.

Of course, Eddie saves the symbiote and also finds out that chocolate nourishes his symbiote just as well, so he buys them heartshaped chocolate. (all from: The Hunger)

Then Venom gets pulled into some other dimension along with Wolverine, Scream and the skater kids from before. (from: Tooth and Claw!)

Next, Eddie gets finally captured by the police after all and put on trial. Matt Murdock takes over his defense again. When the prosecution calls Carnage for a witness, Carnage breaks loose and Venom, Daredevil and Spidey have to subdue him. In the end, no verdict ever comes as Eddie is secretly recruited by the Overreach Committee. (from: Venom on Trial)

Eddie is pretty delighted with his new James Bond gig. In License to Kill, we get to see him on a mission in great detail. Important here is that the Committee planted a bomb in Eddie’s chest as an emergency insurance to keep him in check.

Venom’s next mission is to protect a formerly corrupt government leader at a speech in a church. For this, Eddie goes undercover as a nun but instead of using the symbiote’s full shapeshifting abilities, he just takes his normal looks, puts on a nun costume and calls himself Sister Edwina. Iconic. (from: Sign of the Boss)

The next mission is... a pretty big misunderstanding. Eddie’s superiors use convoluted language to tell Eddie to scare Jonah J Jameson a little but Eddie thinks he is meant to kill him. In the subsequent clash with Spidey, Eddie hits his head hard and forgets Spiderman’s civilian identity and also the exact reasons for hating him. (from: The Venom Agenda)

The committee now decides that Eddie is way too much of a loose cannon for their taste and they want to get rid of him. While everyone takes too long to decide who should press the killing button, Eddie escapes the committee, but in the subsequent fighting the symbiote is seemingly killed. (from: The Finale)

Eddie without the symbiote is absolutely miserable and once more pretty suicidal. This is the beginning of an era, however, which makes the symbiote out to largely abuse Eddie. So when the symbiote returns, Eddie initially tries to get away from them to avoid more pain, only to be forcibly united with them again anyway. Venom then goes to visit Carnage and... eats his symbiote. Yeah. (from: Peter Parker: Spider-Man)

Venom then joins and subsequently turns on the Sinister Six. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Eddie finds himself missing Anne and wants to start over with her again. When he visits Anne, she is a paranoid wreck. As Spidey, now in a black Venom-esque costume again, swings by her window, she falls into panic. Eddie misinterprets that Spidey is what scares Anne and goes to fight him, but while he does that, Anne commits suicide. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

As Eddie grieves at Anne’s grave, Senator Ward shows up and steals his symbiote. Eddie gets arrested and sent to prison. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Now we’re entering territory of Venom (2003), the worst Venom comic. I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but the majority of it is about another symbiote anyway. At some point during this Eddie gets his symbiote back and fights the other symbiote.

Proving further that 2003 is the worst Venom year, we go on with a comic where the symbiote eats the adrenaline off people (not even what they ate before) and also with the reveal that Eddie has cancer and his cancer made his adrenaline amounts more appealing to the symbiote. To save Eddie’s life, Peter makes him rebond to the symbiote against either of their will. (from: Spectacular Spider-Man)

Then Carnage has another child which he wants to kill while Venom has other plans for it. (from: Venom/Carnage)

The symbiote gets stolen again during Spider-Man/Red Sonja, but it’s overall not that consequential.

What IS consequential is that Eddie is now back to having moral qualms with the symbiote... so he... decides to auction the symbiote off to super-villains and give the money gained to charity. Without the symbiote, his cancer will advance and he’ll die. (from: Marvel Knights: Spider-Man)

Finding out that the person he sold the suit to kills innocents indiscriminately, Eddie attempts suicide once more. He is taken to the hospital and narrowly survives cutting his wrists open. After that, he is kept in the hospital due to his cancer. (from: Marvel Knights: Spider-Man)

In the hospital, Eddie has reoccuring visions of the symbiote urging him to kill. When he finds out May Parker is in the same hospital, the symbiote tells him to kill her. Eddie does comply with killing a nurse, but stops himself before killing May. He tries to commit suicide once more, only to be saved by Spider-Man. (from: Sensational Spider-Man)

Eddie starts working Martin Li’s homeless shelter, where May Parker also works. A touch by Martin Li, who is actually Mr Negative, heals Eddie’s cancer completely. This also turns Eddie into Anti-Venom - the literal opposite of Venom, a hero who’s touch cures and is harmful to the Venom symbiote. Though Eddie tries to kill his old symbiote, now bonded to Gargan, the symbiote refuses to kill Eddie when Gargan wants it to. Love is a word that is used again. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

Eddie now starts over as a hero as Anti-Venom, healing people and busting drug cartels. (from: Anti-Venom: New Ways to Live)

Eddie is the first one to find out Martin Li is Mr Negative and tries to fight him. He is also the one to reveal Mr Negative’s civilian identity to Spider-Man, temporarily teaming up with him and Wraith to take the crime lord down. (from: Amazing Spider-Man)

At some point here, Eddie offers miracle healings with the Our Lady of Saints church as his headquarters.

When everyone in New York starts developing Spider powers, Eddie heals people from them. In the end, his Anti-Venom powers are all used up in order to large-scale cure the crisis. (from: Spider Island)

Meanwhile the symbiote is bonded to Flash Thompson and the two work as government agents.

Having had enough of symbiotes alltogether, Eddie sets out to kill symbiotes and hosts that are still around. (from: Venom 2011)

Against his will, Eddie is forced to fuse with the Toxin symbiote. (from: Venom 2011)

The FBI recruits Eddie to help them against Carnage. This is the comic that I like to summarize as ‘Let’s Go Lesbians Let’s Go’. In it, Eddie, two latinx lesbians, two black women and some other dude stop Carnage and an elder God. It’s a really good run.

For the first time, a comic makes Eddie accept culpability for his actions as Venom!! Also during this story, he loses the Toxin symbiote. (from: Carnage 2016)

When Flash Thompson and the Venom symbiote are separated, Eddie helps contain the symbiote (which had been going around with a criminal named Lee Price) and then breaks into containment to re-unite with it. Here is where he starts calling the symbiote ‘love’ and ‘darling’ all the time. Sadly there is no real explanation for his change-of-mind on the symbiote. (from: Venom 2016)

The symbiote and Eddie now actively negotiate trust and such in their relationship, it’s very good. When Eddie finds a dinosaur in the sewers, he brings it back to Alchemax which created it. In exchange for bringing the rest of the dinosaurs back, Alchemax chairwoman Liz Allan agrees to study the symbiote to see what is wrong with it, since it appears sick.

During this dinosaur quest Eddie meets and bonds with Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur!

Meanwhile at Alchemax, medicine for the symbiote is created. It turns out that remnants of Anti-Venom in Eddie’s body are making the symbiote sick. (from: Venom 2016)

Theeeeeen Eddie gets pulled into a parallel universe to battle an alien species called Poisons which kills hosts and permanently bonds with symbiotes. (from: Venomverse)

Back on earth, Flash comes to collect the symbiote, which struggles to choose between Flash and Eddie. In the resulting struggle, Flash turns into Anti-Venom instead. Venom, Anti-Venom and Spider-Man team up against Lee Price, who broke out of jail. (from: Venom Inc.)

Then the Poisons return and Eddie has to join the X-Men on a space journey to fight them. (from: Venomized)

At some point in between here, Eddie gets a job at The Facts Channel under the name ‘Mr. Sym’. Later Jonah J Jameson calls him out on how dumb that alias is.

The symbiote is about to spawn again and the FBI wants to interfere with it. Through trickery by Alchemax, Eddie and the symbiote manage to keep their baby. (from: Venom 2016)

The symbiote’s first host returns to earth and wants the symbiote back, who refuses and wants to stay with Eddie. By threatening their child, the first host manages to take the symbiote away anyway. Eddie bonds with the child symbiote, Sleeper, to go get his symbiote back. In the end, Sleeper lobotomizes the first host and uses his body to travel the universe. (from: First Host)

Due to causing way too much trouble, Eddie is now refused entrance to Alechemax. (from: First Host)

Jonah J. Jameson calls Eddie to protect Mary-Jane while Spider-Man faces a crisis with another arch nemesis. To defeat this nemesis, Eddie even lends the symbiote to Spidey. Flash dies in this big fight and Eddie afterwards attends his funeral. (from: Amazing Spider-Man #800)

The symbiote once more acts overtly violent and the resulting struggle in life results in Eddie losing his job at the Facts Channel. (from: Venom 2018)

Eddie Brock kills a god. (from: Venom 2018)

I don’t want to sum that run up any better than that, it is heartbreaking and should simply be read and personally experienced.

If you need issue numbers, this guide is your friend.

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 50- Long, lonely nights

The days seemed to drift slowly by…

You'd have expected that with each day that passed, for Blake, things would get easier, with memories of her short time at the Sanctuary slowly drifting away.

But they didn't.

Things of course went by as usual at Alexandria. Rick, Sasha, Michonne, Rosita, as well as others, would go out, day-to-day, try to find guns, or at least try and scavenge enough food to keep the Saviours at bay for their next offering.

But as the hours and days ticked by, Blake felt herself becoming more distant and withdrawn from the type of life she had so been used to here.

It had been strange, at first, to be back….with faces, some she recognised, some she didn't, all whispering behind their hands about her…gossiping, speculating….mainly about David's death…but sometimes Blake had caught sentences slip from people's mouths…callous and uncaring…

"I don't know….he always seemed nice to me…"

"Yeah…you don't know…maybe she's lying…..I mean, he seemed like a good guy…and if he did hit her, well, maybe she did something to deserve it…."

"What? Like betray us?"

"Well you never really know about some people do you…?"

This had been one example of a conversation two middle-aged women from across the street had murmured to one another, when they had thought Blake had been out of earshot.

But talk like that was common here. For what else did anyone have to gossip about these days? Although that still didn't make it hurt any less.

It seemed like no-one trusted her anymore, and they were probably right to. She, above anyone else, in both this place, and back at the Sanctuary, had held Negan's favour. And that was a rarity in this world.

Not only had the dark haired Saviour let her live, but he had given her a room, a view, a life, even pizza, for god's sake…

She knew the ins and outs of the Sanctuary far better than anyone else here did…and yet she was still feeling tentative about giving up any information to Rick.

For she knew what would happen….even if the people here did manage to storm the Sanctuary, then what? Their numbers would still be no match for the vast amounts of burly Saviours Blake had seen at the factory whilst she had been there, let alone the number of people Negan had at his outposts. It would be suicide.

And so Blake knew that she would keep her mouth shut, and reveal little to nothing about her stay there to Rick, or Michonne, or in fact, anyone who asked.

And they had asked. Again and again and again. ENDLESSLY.

At first, their words and questions were kindly, with a faux pretence of caring.

But after a day or two they became almost desperate…begging her for any scrap of information that might be able to use to help their cause.

"Are you sure there's nothing you can tell us about Negan?" Rick had asked tiredly as he had come to Blake's door one afternoon, under the pretence of coming to bring her some fresh vegetables they had traded from the Hilltop.

But Blake had stood there, one hand on the door, lips pursed, not wanting to let him inside.

Rick was a good guy, she could tell that. But she still wasn't about to give up any of Negan's secrets to him.

And even if she did, what exactly would he do with that information anyway?

Did Rick really want to know how firm Negan's mattress was, or how sweet he had been to a two year-old kid?

What Blake knew about the Saviour was probably of no use to anyone anyway.

"I told you, Rick," Blake had sighed. "I didn't really have much to do with him…"

Apart from sleeping in his bed, of course….

She had given a small gulp.

"Anything you might have seen…anything at all that could help us," Rick pushed.

But this only made Blake huff and roll her eyes in irritation.

"They kept me in a cell most of the time," she lied, her eyes drifting down momentarily, away from Rick's questioning ones. "I'm sorry but I've got nothing for you."

And that had been the end of that. But Rick hadn't given up.

By the end of the third day alone, he had already sent over Tara, Sasha, Gabriel, even Carl and Judith to see if they could ween any information out of her.

But Blake had just smiled, reassured them she was fine, fixed them up with some drinks before sending them on their way with excuse after excuse.

It wasn't as if she wasn't grateful for their company, it was just their motives seemed rather questionable at this current time. And if Blake was honest, she was tired of all the bullshit.

And so, for the third and fourth day of being back here, Blake had stayed inside with the curtains drawn, not answering the door to anyone who had called over.

Keeping, very much, to herself.

Alone. Just as she wanted it.

It had, of course, been hard adjusting to life back here in her large, echoey, pristine house, without David here alongside her.

They had come here together, many, many months ago now, and Blake had thought she had been happy here with him back then, despite the bruises and marks he had left on her skin….dreaming that maybe they could live out the rest of their lives here together.

But it had only been when she had broken free of this surreal little dream-world, had Blake truly seen the extend of the damage David had done to her. The lies, the hurt, the pain, the constantly trying to convince herself that things would get better….

Blake, on her second day back here, had immediately taken what she could find of her ex-fiancé's few possessions and chucked them out into the trash. For why would she have to put up with reminders of him everywhere she looked, huh? He was not part of her life anymore. He was a mere speck on her existence.

As Negan had said, over and over again…Blake was a queen. And she needed to remember that.

But it was admittedly, hard to get by there, in that house, without anyone, and after the sixth day had passed, Blake had ventured out one warm evening…just to get some fresh air….running into Aaron and Tara who had been about to ascend the step up towards the home Aaron shared with his partner Eric.

"Hey! Blake…wait up!" Tara had instantly called after her, as Blake had parted her lips giving a brief and nervous sigh, hoping that this was not another attempt to bombard her with questions about the Saviours.

The caramel-blonde woman had neatly stopped in her tracks, staring up at the pair as they lingered near to the lit porch, looking over at her concernedly.

"Hey…" she uttered quietly back, brushing her long hair back over her shoulder and walking tentatively towards them.

Aaron glanced at Tara briefly before, biting his lip and nodding back towards the house behind him.

"Tara was just coming over for some spaghetti….." he said in a soft, kindly voice. "You…uh…you wanna join us?"

Blake's eyes drifted suddenly down to her feet, feeling a sudden lump in her throat.

"No…I uhhhhh…I should probably get going…"she uttered in a shy sort of voice, making to turn away. "Thanks for the offer though."

For all of this…having dinner together, making polite conversation…it was killing her.

"Tomorrow then?" Aaron had pushed, stepping suddenly forwards, and drawing Blake's eyes back around to the pair.

But Blake had given another hard gulp, pausing for a long second. "Maybe…." she had muttered back, before walking swiftly away.

With her currently finding that being back here, well, it was all too much, too fast.

And after checking that Tara and Aaron had gone inside, Blake had doubled back to her house, gone inside and bolted the door, before bursting into tears, placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs. Felling so, so alone…despite having people reaching out to her.

For these were not the people she wanted right now, as selfish as that sounded. She wanted only one person. Someone that was probably shacked up with one of his many wives right now…probably not giving a shit about Blake or what she was doing.

Then why-oh-why could Blake not seem to do the same. To stop herself thing on the dark-haired bearded Saviour, every second of every day.

He was the first thing her mind was drawn back to when she awoke, and the last face she pictured at night…and it hadn't been long, lying in bed…with the windows flung wide open on a hot and humid night, wearing nothing but her underwear and lying across cool, white sheets, that Blake's hand had travelled down into her panties…now soaking wet with thoughts and memories of Negan's hard form, pressed up against hers.

She had moaned out gently and closed her eyes, as delicious thoughts of the dark-haired man's lips lingering over hers, drifted through her mind, as her fingers slid over her throbbing clit, so so desperate to feel his touch again.

And it hadn't taken long, maybe a few moments, for Blake to come utterly undone…breathlessly, moaning out his name.

But night after night of that wasn't enough…she yearned for Negan….more than she ever thought she would.

Yes, thoughts of losing Mia were utterly heartbreaking, and hurt her every day, but at least the little girl was well looked after by her two guardians. Safe and loved.

But losing Negan, she had chosen this path…to leave him like that…and that was a regret that Blake could right now, do nothing about.

Even if she was to take a car and go back there, that was no guarantee he would still want her. Maybe she had just been something to entertain him for a while, just like each and every one of his wives had been at some point. A conquest. A game.

And so, as the days drifted by, like clouds in the sky…Blake knew that if she didn't learn to settle in and belong here soon, she would lose all hoping of ever doing so.

So it was the ninth day of being back, after over a week of shaking off invites and conversations, that Blake had gone over to help Eric with taking the inventory of the food stuffs they still had in storage. He had reluctantly stepped in to fill the role after Olivia's death, and had admitted to Blake in passing that morning that he hadn't been doing so well with it, asking if she wouldn't mind helping him out.

It might have a been a small stab at trying to get some more information out of her, but Blake after pondering on it for an hour or so, had gone back over to help the auburn-haired man with his task.

And to Blake's utter relief, Eric had merely thanked her and the pair had got to work, taking notes side-by-side in silence. And for that Blake had been truly grateful.

It was hard now to open up to these people who she had once considered almost family, who now felt almost foreign to her. But perhaps she felt the same to them.

Was she more a Saviour now that one of Rick's group?

Did she hold herself differently now? Was she more confident? But maybe none of that had anything to with the Saviours anyway… maybe it instead, had everything to with David's demise.

Blake had gone back to help out Eric for the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, until Blake found that she had been back here for two long weeks.

The days had peeled themselves slowly by, but her work kept her busy now, each day, with a couple of people calling in to talk and catch up with her, as she went.

And that act alone had helped Blake build up her confidence again. To chat to people…..to go for dinner with Tara…to join in with conversations about everyday things….like none of the last few weeks had even happened. Forgetting about that life. About those events, if only for a moment.

But then the nights came again. And then she missed him.

Negan.

As she touched herself…. as she tucked her head silently into her pillow…..as she awoke from horrible nightmares about David and walkers, glistening with sweat, breathing hard.

She needed him…and wondered, somewhere, somehow, two long weeks after she had left the Sanctuary, if the dark-haired Saviour needed her as well…

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Negan had returned from a run earlier that evening, his t-shirt soaked with walker blood, Lucille dripping red in his hand, his eyes dark and frightening to anyone who saw him.

Negan over these past couple of weeks had taken no shit from anyone, becoming more of a recluse, a haunting figure amongst the hallways of the looming factory, only descending on the rest of the Saviours when there was damage to be done…people to be punished…when he needed to step up take control and make sure those fuckers knew who was boss.

He had become far more ruthless, seeing the unsure look in Simon and Dwight's eyes two days ago, as he ironed one of his higher-up general's faces for insubordination.

Eugene had paled at this, as had his wives, as they had all stood in the towering hall, watching Negan roar with fury, taking out his wrath on those around him.

At his words everyone had flinched, no one had made eye contact with him, no one even daring to speak until the deed was done, and the dark-haired Saviour had sloped from the room.

He was undeniably bitter…undeniably angry….

…and he had a feeling he knew why…

It was killing him.

At least when Lucille had left his side, he had had other pressing thoughts to distract him. A fucking apocalypse for one thing. But now, it was just Negan alone with his thoughts.

Tonight Negan had dumped his pile of bloody clothes, as well as his barbed-wire covered baseball bat down onto the floor dismissively, before going to take a long, well-needed shower.

Naked, he turned on the faucet, instantly feeling the hot steam rising up, and filling the entire bathroom with a humid mist.

The water burned his aching skin as he swiftly stepped beneath the flow, but right now, Negan didn't care, as he held his face up towards the stream of warm water, closing his tired eyes and running both hands down his bearded face, letting out an exhausted sigh.

It was quite in here.

And Negan was alone, again…unable to help his thoughts from drifting back to three long weeks ago, when he had been stood in this shower with somebody else.

He imagined her now, Blake….tall, with round hips, pert tits, and that slender collarbone that Negan had once peppered with open mouthed kisses. She had tasted like honey and the sweetest, ripest of fruits.

Negan groaned as he felt himself stiffen, thinking about her…about the way she had turned to him, pulling on her lips excruciatingly slowly, and whispered bad, bad fucking things into his ear right here in this cubicle.

He let his hand drift down to his, now, hard cock, feeling it throb in his hands, as he bit down hard on his own lip, imagining just what he could have done to her here, up against this wall.

He pumped at his length, as the water flowed over him, panting now, glancing down past his tight and tanned torso, and down to his cock, his head now purple, dripping with pre-cum.

But Negan's thoughts were entirely on Blake now, remembering back to when he had caught her wearing just his t-shirt and a pair of lacy panties.….as he jerked himself off, building speed, parting his lips, a frown littering his brow.

….he grasped tighter, as he thought about how it had felt to have her wanting him, just as much as he had wanted her, over there on that wash-basin counter…as her mouth had met with his, hungrily…

Negan panted hard as he worked his own cock expertly, his chocolate eyes staring downwards, desperately wishing that it was her mouth wrapped around his length right now and not his own hand…

Negan closed his eyes yet again as he pictured her here…just as she had been, on that day, in here with him…imagining what it would have been like if she had got down obediently on her knees, and sucked him….

Negan let out a low guttural grunt, as he felt his cock twitch in his hand….

Once..

Then twice…

…before he groaned, pressing one hand to the shower wall, as his knees buckled slightly, and he felt himself cumming, the ejaculate washing away down the drain as quickly as he unloaded it, as he held himself there, in the moment, his eyes closed…..

…..wondering to himself if somewhere, somehow… Blake was thinking about him, just as he was thinking about her…..

#negan and blake #repost #purge

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His Amazing Fantasies (A MCU origin story)

Chapter 1

Like costume superheroes? Confidentially, sometimes we in the comic mag business refer to them as "weirdos in tights," or "long underwear characters." However, not all heroes run around in their underoos. Some of them go out fighting crime while donning a shiny suit of armor, or just their average, comfy civvies. You've seen them all: Big, glamorous, bold figures in their adult years, handling adult responsibilities like it's no problem. And, as you know, they're about a dime a dozen! But, we think you may find our Spider-Man just a bit... ...different.

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[*December 4th, 2015*]

"Keep crying, little virgin!"

That was the roar of Carl King, the most toughest and feared kid in the 8th grade, and possibly the whole middle school. Although his body wasn't well-shaped, this boy collected the strength of a level one boxing champion. He could have any girl he ever wanted. He could have any friend he wanted. Carl was dominant of the school grounds. Lord have mercy for whatever crook who tries to cross his path. Oh, but the story isn't about him, nor is he the protagonist of our tale. This is really the tale of a boy named Peter Parker.

Wimpy, weak, short, geeky, scrawny, doormat, glasses-wearing Peter Parker. The one who didn't know how to make himself friends, and isn't the most masculine fella you've ever seen. Right now at this moment, he is tied to a goal post, shedding tears of pain, while Carl flung footballs straight at him. His backup men were laughing out of amusement. One was recording the show on his phone, without regarding how poor Peter would feel. While putting him through this pain ride, they'd laugh at him, taunt, and even bring his uncle into it. Carl had a knack for tormenting the weak, pint-sized, girly men for his own pleasure. Of all boys he's taken a crack at, he was Peter Parker's "biggest fan."

That's not all he's done to Puny Parker. He'd take food off of his tray whenever he was still hungry. Him and the gang would steal his clothes before he gets out of the gym shower, just for laughs. He would give Peter a beating for failing to help him ace a grade he's been aiming for. His torture towards Peter wasn't just physical, but emotional as well. He degrades Peter for being non-masculine, being a Star Wars nerd, respecting minorities, and having an uncle that looks like "the guy from Sea Biscuit and Great Gatsby." He laughs, and the school laughs with him. Peter restraints himself from fighting back. He knows he'd never stand a chance. The principal has done nothing to stop this because of the old slogan, "boys will be boys."

Nobody wants to take a walk in Peter's shoes. He was not the best at conversation starters. He had trouble talking to girls, or any gender for that matter. Boys would throw insults at him, including some inappropriate slurs. He wasn't a favorite to just about almost everyone in the 8th grade, due to being too smart for his own good. Peter never had any friends. Not because other teenagers can be unwittingly so cruel to the young man, but because Peter is too timid to jump at that chance. Poor boy lacked the confidence. Well, he had an online friend named "Harry Osborn." If only he could hear from him again after a year.

"Sally... Hey. Ya know, there's this new Star Wars film out-" "Oh my god, Parker, are you trying to ask me on a date? This better not be a date! I don't wanna be seen anywhere with you!" "Uhhhhh... No. I was just letting you know that there's this new Star Wars film out, called the Force Awakens. It received quite positive." "And you think I would be interested in some nerdy little kids movie because...?" "I'll-I'll leave now. Sorry for troubling you. (And it’s not just for kids)"

The kids all giggle as you walk by They're making faces, they catch your eye You ignore the things they do Hide the pain you're going through You're hiding well You're hiding well

No ones got a crush on Peter No one wants him on their team Kids can be cruel, when the kid isn't cool No ones got a crush on Peter No ones got a crush on Peter

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After a hard day of school, he finds himself some relief when he gets home. The caring presence of his Uncle and Aunt. As soon as he walked in through that door, he was greeted by a friendly tackle, followed by a noogie, from none other than Uncle Ben himself. It was one of his most loving greetings during every Friday, since that is the day of his day off. Ben just can't wait to see his favorite nephew again.

"How was school for you, old champ?" "Not this again. Doing fine as always, Uncle Ben! Now let go!" "Ohhhhhh, you can do better than that, Pete-O!" "Aunt May!"

Boy, have they been good to him. When his parents had died, just about the time he was too young to remember what they looked like, Ben and May took him in and did whatever they could to be the caring family every child deserves. They made sure he was happy, and they also made sure he wasn't spoiled. Though they didn't have that much money, they sacrificed everything to get Peter where he is now. He was smart then, and he's much smarter today. It'll only be a matter of time when he passes the exam that will enroll him into Midtown High, a school for intellectuals like him. Ben and May gave him company when he needed it. They comforted him whenever he was feeling down. They treated him like he was valid, no matter what other kids thought of him.

After shaking off the shenanigans back there, Peter went up to his bedroom to put away his school things. In his room, there were posters of the Avengers, merchandise, and he even kept the old ridiculous toy helmet he wore when he was nine. Peter had his first encounter with Ironman when he was wearing that helmet, and he kept it ever since. He sat down on his bed, and looked through the news on his phone, just to find any current events happening with the lovable hero alliance. He admired them so much. In fact, he wanted to be just like them. It was a dream he had since he was very young, and it still sticks to him to this day.

He didn't want to be a big, broke loser anymore. Not some guy who just lets everybody walk all over him, forced to take a punch from Carl every day. No, he wanted to be out there standing in the spotlight. He wanted to be a part of something big. It wasn't the whole heroics that interested him, but the fame, the popularity, and the powers. Anyone who's ever made fun of him would bow before him. If he possessed strength greater than the Hulk, Carl would think twice before coming at the nerd. Imagine flying through the air, lots of sight to see, with the wind in your face. Or he doesn't have to have powers. He could be a high tech inventor like Tony Stark, and possibly equip his own suit of armor, with plenty of weapons. He'd wear it everywhere. Working with the Avengers meant big money, all for the taking. he could repay his aunt and uncle for sacrificing everything they did to get him started.

Unfortunately, for young Peter, those will always be dreams. It would take some miracle to join the Avengers. Or at least be gifted with a special talent that would get him in. He can't turn into a jolly green giant, conjure up voodoo spells, or wield a shield. Worst, him and his family need the money more badly than you think. Both May and Ben are working part time jobs. He hardly sees them anymore. They don't spend time together like they used to. They're making the most of it, never having time for themselves. They deserve better than that. If he can't be an Avenger, he could always work for Tony Stark, if that'll ever be possible. The job would pay well, and he'd still get some recognition. He'd give his soul just to have a short conversation with Mr. Stark.

"Peter, dinner's ready! I know you'd never wanna miss out on Friday takeout night!" "Heh. What's on the menu?" "Hope you're craving Filipino barbecue!" "(Actually, I was craving pizza.) Be there in a sec, Uncle Ben!"

Square boy You gotta get cool, get cool Square boy You gotta get cool Square boy You gotta get cool, get cool Square boy You gotta get cool

Peter was a boy An average, all American, US male Mindin' his own business in this crazy world But the world wouldn't leave well enough alone Alone, alone, alone

He had some problems with the girls He didn't quiet know how to strike up a conversation No, he couldn't communicate with the feminination Oh, it's a nation you could say he was an egghead

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[*August 5th*]

7:25 am on a Saturday, and Peter was already up. After one quick trip to the bathroom, he then followed the sweet aroma down the hall. Aunt May was making her famous wheatcakes, while Uncle Ben helped set the table. Peter and May then had their first conversation of the day.

"Wheatcakes? Don't you usually make those for a special occasion?" "Well, it's a special occasion today!" "It's no holiday, and none of our birthdays... Oh! One of you got promoted!" "Not even close." "Someone died!" "Peter!" "Someone you hate, I mean." "Why don't you just sit down, enjoy your breakfast, and then the answer will be handed to you on a silver platter."

As Peter sat down, Aunt May planted a slight peck on his cheek, then placed his breakfast down in front of him. Ben poured the orange juice for his nephew. Peter drizzled some maple syrup all over his hotcakes, then dug right in. For a whole 4 minutes, everyone just ate in silence. Some occasion this is turning out to be. Uncle Ben then handed him a bunch of napkins, telling him he had syrup on his face. As Peter grabbed the napkins, there was something hidden within. It was a brochure for The Museum Of Atomic Science.

"This is-!!" "That's right. I thought we'd have the chance to spend time together in a long time. Besides, it might help your young mind stay inspired. My young nephew deserves best." "This is so cool, Uncle Ben! But this looks rather expensive. How were you able to afford it?" "Eh, I decided to take up full time on my shift." "Full time?" "You mustn't worry so much, boy. It's all for educational purposes, right?" "Yes. I guess your right. Thank you, Uncle Ben. Thank you so much."

The two then hugged it out. Full time? That means Peter will see less of his uncle now. He really wish he would just stop doing this. He doesn't have to do all of this.

"Care to join us, May?" "Oh, I wish I could, honey, but I have to leave for work in about two hours. You boys go ahead, have your fun." "Hahaha. C'mon, if you didn't wanna go, you could have just said so." "Hey! What makes you think I wouldn't wanna go? It sounds like an interesting event! With all the... ....technology, and sciencey stuff." "Yeah, yeah. We'll give your best regards to the atom smashers."

After Peter finished his breakfast real quick, he immediately rushed to the bathroom, showered, groomed himself, and then put on a fresh set of clothes, along with his favorite science-themed t-shirt. It wasn't just the thrill of visiting the museum that made Peter excited, but also spending time with his only father figure every once and awhile. Speaking of father figure, it took Ben about 40 minutes to get ready. After he was done, the two got into the car together. Ben started the engine and they were off.

Peter looked out the window throughout most of the drive. Geez, the crime wave in New York sure is getting worse. Muggers, robbers, carjackers, and the cops are barely lifting a finger to stop this. Aside from the criminal activity, he also caught glimpse of Carl tormenting a local 8th grader, forcing him to eat garbage. Now looking away from the window, Peter changed the radio to the news station, just to hear if there's anything going on with the mighty Avengers recently. After a 23 minute drive, they eventually made it. Peter stepped out with a huge smile upon his face. But, forgetting to watch were he's going, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Watch it, you skinny little twink!" "Sorry! I'm terribly sorry, man! This is all on me!" "Hell yeah, it is! And what were you even smiling about, little boy? Huh?" "I was just excited to go-"

The fight was then broken up as someone called the angry kid's name.

"Flash, stop trying to pick a fight with random kids!"

The angry teen then took his leave, and giving Peter the bird afterwards. Boy, New Yorkers sure are mean. When Uncle Ben asked if he knew that guy, Peter said he don't, but he hopes he doesn't run into him again. Peter decided to just shrug off that commotion and move on. Pretty soon, they entered the museum together. It was a lot bigger inside than the young boy expected, and the air was fresh too. So many inventions to look at, so little time. To the small ones, to the really big ones. To the old, ancient ones, to the new ones. Some were rare prototypes, and some were just non-working replicas. Peter took out his phone, and began snapping pics on whatever invention he came across, including the cafe and gift shop. He even took himself in the photos with them. Photography was one of his hidden depths. While looking at every displayed machinery, Peter would educate his uncle with trivial facts.

Uncle Ben suggested they dine out at the museum's cafe, but before Peter was ready to, he wanted to check out one last invention first. It was an old radioactive ray from 1962, sponsored by General Techronics Corporations, a company that faded away by the early 1980s, courtesy to Stark Industries. As cheesy and simple as it looked, it was groundbreaking for its time. The machine had been turned on, showing off its beam of radioactivity. Peter seemed to be one of the only people interested in it. People sure are loosing respect to history. Despite how old the ray was, it was still working, and still safe enough for spectators to observe up close. The radiation was too weak to harm any human being. Peter took out his phone and positioned it for a photo.

Elsewhere, a lone spider was crawling her way on the floor of the staff's lounge room. She then squeezed her way into the air vent, but unaware of the heating system activated, her light body got carried away in the warm breeze, bumping into the walls a few times on her trip. She got blown out of the other vent, the one behind the old radioactive ray Peter was taking pictures of, and flew straight into the beam. Set in slow motion, the eight legged arachnid began to struggle as her tiny body absorbed the beam's radioactivity. After that, she made a safe landing on Peter Parker's shoulder, without him noticing. She started to crawl her way down. Finished taking the last photo, he put away the phone in his pocket, ready to join his uncle for a coffee. Then suddenly...

"OW! Son of a-!"

Peter felt a hot sting on his hand. Panicking, he swiped it off. It was just a spider. A little spider. Although that bite felt like it belonged to a tarantula. Peter set his eyes on it a little longer as he watched it fall onto its back, and then die. She wasn't dying from hitting the ground, she was dying from all the radioactivity her small body sucked in. Peter stopped looking at the arachnid as he heard his uncle call him. He walked towards the direction of the cafe, and when he looked back at the spider, he could've sworn he saw it glow. Peter snapped out of it as a random spectator accidentally stepped on its carcass.

A few minutes later, as the uncle and his nephew were waiting for their orders, Peter was feeling a little ill. His blood felt like it was getting hotter, his head ached, and his stomach was churning. He tried to act as though he was okay, to prevent this family outing from cutting short. Peter thought back at that spider for awhile. Despite its size, that bite had so much pressure to it. It was like getting impaled by a flu shot. And its body... Why was it glowing like that, specially while it was dead? Could this be a new, undiscovered feature of arachnids? Is this spider poisonous? Is he gonna die? No, he thought, I can't die! There's so much in this world he hasn't accomplished yet. Like becoming a scientist, meeting the mighty Avengers, or spending the time he wanted with his whole family. Peter swears he's going to check this in with a doctor eventually.

Their orders soon arrived to the table. Uncle Ben order the club sandwich with an iced coffee, while Peter just had some plain water. Ben looked at him awkwardly for it. To excuse his illness, Peter told Uncle Ben he's trying to watch his "athlete figure," although Ben tried to convince him that he's skinny enough. However, one sip of water was enough to push his queasiness at its limit. Peter sealed his mouth shut, heading to the nearest bathroom. Some of it couldn't stay in his mouth, and leaked through his hand. Unfortunately, Peter couldn't find the men's room, nor could he even make it, so, to his greatest embarrassment yet, he spilled the contents of his stomach onto the neatly polished floor, in front of all those spectators.

The two had to leave the museum, even before they could buy a souvenir. Not because Peter was feeling sick, but because they got kicked out for messying up the floor. Uncle Ben wasn't mad or upset at all. How could he be mad at his favorite nephew?

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick, Peter?" "I wasn't sick. I mean, I was feeling fine before, and now I'm not. I don't know how it happened. It was just so sudden, I swear." "It could be a stomach bug, or a little too much excitement. I remember the time your aunt got queasy when I first proposed to her at Cony Island. She appeared to be a little too happy. Heh heh. Or maybe it was from having five funnel cakes after riding the roller coaster."

Peter would laugh if he wasn't feeling so damned sick.

"I'm so sorry our trip was cut short." "No need to apologize! Things happen when we least expect it! It was all fun while it lasted. We could probably do this again some other time. ...if they're ever ready to forgive us for that accident."

Peter wasn't ready to tell Uncle Ben the real cause of his illness. These symptoms have all the traces of a certain glowing spider. If he told him, he would have worried him. He doesn't want Ben to fear his only nephew dying. Maybe this flu is only temporary. All he needs is a good rest, and maybe some hot fluids. If it lasts longer, now would be the time to visit a doctor.

Night falls out! Takes my hand Sleeping costs, but this brain seems to work overtime Yes, this brain seems to work overtime And with sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Comes the awesome dreeeeeeeeeeeeeam

Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeam DREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM

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cxgan · 6 years

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Kinktober 2018 Day 2: Begging & Watersports

SHIP: Cegan [Carl Grimes/Negan]

SUMMARY: FILTH. PURE UNADULTERATED FILTH. Companion to my fic Nicotine [modern!au, Carl and Negan in the kink community if you haven’t read it]. Set two years into their relationship. Carl is nasty and likes nasty things done to him and Negan is always happy to oblige.

WARNINGS: watersports (if you don’t know what that is please urban dictionary it and then proceed with caution), age gap (both over 18 tho)

W/C: 1743

A/N: @God I’m so sorry I have strayed so far from your light. loljk I’m not. I originally wasn’t going to put this in the cegan tag because I don’t want y’all to think I’m gross but then I decided ah fuck it. So just deal with my filth and if you don’t like it don’t read it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Beg for it," Negan's voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom similar to the way it bounced between the spaces of Carl's ribs and filled up his lungs, suffocating him.

The Dominant had always had the ability to make Carl blush - it was something he was really quite proud of much to the boy's dismay... But it had been awhile since he had been able to reduce him to this much of a humiliated mess and the submissive could just tell that the older male was eating it right up. His ever present smug as hell grin was enough evidence of that. He supposed the older male had the right to be a little cocky in that moment - two years together had made it so Carl was very difficult to embarrass after hearing almost every piece of dirty talk Negan had in the book. He still flushed bright red at times and stammered when he didn't know what to say back, but this time... this time he truly was embarrassed instead of just putting on a cute show. Because this was different. This was dirty. And he wanted it.

And god damn it Negan was going to make him beg for it.

"Daddy, please, please don't make me say it," he grit out in a whine, ripping his gaze away from the other man when he couldn't handle looking into that arrogant expression anymore. He was too ashamed at the entire situation. "I already said I wanted to do it," he damn near whispered out. "Why do I have to beg?" The fact that he was naked, on his knees in the shower, bright red and achingly hard for what was to come was horrible enough.

"'Cause maybe I like hearin' that pretty little voice say all the nasty, filthy shit that I know goes on in that noggin'a yours." To emphasize his point, he leaned down and literally knocked on the top of Carl's head which made the boy shoot a daring glare up at him. "Oh boy, wouldn't look at me like that if I were you. Not in your position. I'll fuckin' make ya drink it if ya piss me off enough. Heh. Get it. Piss me off?" Carl would have shot him another glare for the stupid pun but was a little more scared of the ramifications so he kept his expressions to himself, opting to count the lines in the stone beneath his knees as a more solid distraction. "Now do what I fuckin' said."

"Please," Carl started, voice raw and wavering just a little bit. For a moment he almost considered pleading with the man again to not say it but he knew he had to if he was going to get what he wanted. He stared at the thick leather boots before him and gnawed at the inside of his bottom lip. "Give me..." he continued, nails digging into his flesh where his hands rested on his thighs. "Your... p-piss..." the last word was stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper as he clenched his eyes shut. This was so humiliating. Wrong on so many levels. So why was his dick harder than ever where it rested flush up against his belly? He had been humiliated a lot over the last few years in the older male's company, but this... this was on a whole new level.

"Sorry, what? Couldn't quite hear ya there, sugar. You're gonna hafta speak up. And fuckin' look at me when you're talkin' - you know damn well I hate that shit."

Carl whined in frustration - a low, pathetic sound that forced it's way up his throat without warning. He steadied his breathing and tried to focus his vocal cords into properly working this time. He cleared his throat and finally opened his eyes to look up at his Dominant, trying his best not to glare at the smirk he was met with. "Please piss on me, Daddy," he said softly. It was louder this time, a little more sure of himself but no less embarrassed by what he wanted.

If it was possible for Negan's grin to grow it definitely did. Carl tried to hold back his whimper at the sound of the older man undoing his belt and jeans. "See, was that so hard, baby doll? All ya had to do was admit how much of a dirty fuckin slut you are and Daddy'll give ya what ya need." He tugged his half hard cock out of his underwear and the boy instinctively licked his lips, wiggling his ass in anticipation. Negan chuckled, stroking himself a few times just to tease the kid. "Gonna be a lot. I've been savin' it for ya." And if it was possible for Carl to turn a darker shade of red, he did.

"Here it comes," Negan grunted, positioning himself over the boy. The hot, yellowed stream of piss fell from the man's cock head like a god damn waterfall, and Carl whimpered when it struck his chest. It streamed down his torso, coating him in the wet warmth and his hand twitched against his thigh. Negan seemed to notice, though, and grunted out a quick, "Go on and touch it, boy." And almost immediately he wrapped said hand around his aching (and now dripping) cock.

Negan had been right, there was... a lot. So much that Carl was surprised it was still coming (not that he was complaining). It was so wrong. So dirty and horrible on so many levels but that just turned Carl on more. He pumped himself eagerly as the stream continued to splash against his chest and trickle downward, covering his hand and cock in the process before dripping off of him and sliding down the drain.

The humiliation of it all was overwhelming. He had never felt more filthy in his entire life than he did in that moment, jerking off like a fucking teenager while his Dominant relieved himself all over him. "Yeah, you love this shit, don'tcha, kid? Fuckin' nasty. My dirty little slut, playin' with his teeny cock while Daddy pisses all over him." Carl moaned at his words, and without much thought or warning his head fell forward and the stream was directed toward the top of his head, soaking into his hair and dripping down his face when he finally looked back up. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" Negan exclaimed, clearly shocked that the boy had gone so far. Carl was a bit shocked he did it himself but as the liquid hit him in the face (his eyes now closed, of course) and the scent and feeling took over him he almost came and had to rip his hand away from his dick to stop it. He bucked his hips up and whined at the loss of contact. "You really are a fuckin' dirty whore, god damn, baby. You're fuckin' disgusting - hard as hell and moaning like a little bitch cause I'm pissin' on your face - fuck." The stream faltered for a second and Negan grunted, causing the boy to open his eyes and look up at him curiously. "I ain't done. Open your mouth."

Carl gave him a sharp look followed by one of hesitancy. Yeah, he was gross, but he didn't know if he was that gross. Negan chuckled. "You ain't gotta swallow it - not yet at least - but c'mon, you just made me piss on your face. Ya can't tell me you don't wanna taste it." Maybe it was curiosity that had him slowly opening his mouth, maybe it was the fact he just trusted the man above him with everything he was. Regardless of what compelled him to do it, he closed off his throat and braced himself for what was to come.

The stream that started up was slower than before, and the moment his mouth was filled up he spat it out rather harshly, coughing and gagging. He didn't know if it was the taste or the action that he thought was more vile but whatever the case he spit it out as soon as he could. Negan, the useless prick, laughed above him. "Aw, c'mon, sugar, it ain’t that bad." Carl glared at him and wiped his mouth off. "You'll get used to it." He was met with a sultry wink that had his stomach flip flopping at the prospect.

The older man finished himself off on Carl's chest and the boy resumed his furious pumping of his own cock. Exhaling in relief, Negan tucked himself back in his jeans and Carl was a bit disappointed he didn't have his dick to look at anymore. "Can I...?" Carl managed to get out, slumping to the side and pressing his head into the stone wall of the shower. He was literally dripping with urine, that fact both making him a little nauseous and spurring him on even more.

Negan ignored him and walked in place a few times, his boots squelching. "Fuck, this is disgusting." He bent over and with practiced hands undid his boots in under a minute, stepping out of them and out of the shower itself to protect his socked feet. "Cum on those," he gestured toward the boots he left next to the boy. "And then clean the fuck out of them. First with your mouth, then with whatever. I don't give a fuck. If you do a good enough job there might be a reward. And then take a fuckin' shower." Carl was nodding along like a damn robot, less focused on what he was instructed to do and more on the fact he had been given permission to cum. On Negan's boots, nonetheless. And then lick them clean. Was he in heaven? Probably.

"Be a good boy, and then come find me when you're done. Alright?"

He was a bit sad the man wasn't staying for the show but at this point he wanted him to leave so he could get on with it. "Yes, Daddy," he grit out, grip tightening around his cock.

The shower door slowly closed but it opened one last time last minute. "And Carl?" The boy looked up, eyes glossy and biting his bottom lip. "I always knew you were secretly a piss slut." And with that he shut the door, leaving the boy to almost immediately start cumming and yelping when he almost missed his target.

TAGGING: NO ONE OMFG I am not subjecting my readership to this filth if they do not want to read it. k thx.

#cegan #narl #carl x negan #negan x carl #im the worst thanks #nicotine;#kinktober 2018 #HEY DAD DONT READ THIS ONE

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rapeculturerealities · 6 years

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The site where former Stanford student Brock Turner sexually assaulted a young woman known as Emily Doe in 2015 is a mulch-covered slope next to a basketball court, dotted by a few trees. It is still there, largely unchanged, though the area it abuts, where there used to be dumpsters enclosed by a wooden fence, has since been turned into a small commemorative park.

I was there on a beautiful spring day in March; a water feature now trickles next to two benches surrounded by landscaped vegetation and a low stone wall. A plaque bearing Doe’s words was to be installed there, too, an attempt at a sort of commemoration that did not materialize after the university and the victim could not agree on what it would say. If you didn’t know about Turner’s crimes, you might sit here and listen to the quiet fountain in the sunshine, looking out across the basketball court at Lake Lagunita, the mostly dry drainage basin around which members of the campus bike and jog, without knowing why this little park exists.

“I think when people hear ‘campus rape,’ some people, they have a mental picture that’s probably wrong, but it’s really wrong in this case,” Michele Dauber, a Stanford law professor and sociologist, said to me, as we walked over from the spot on the slope to a path on the other side of the basketball court, along the lake. From there, we looked back toward the crime scene from the approximate vantage point of the two Swedish graduate students who were biking in the area when, according to one of them, Carl-Fredrik Arndt, they saw the then-19-year-old Turner “thrusting,” over what appeared to be a motionless body. It was a disturbing enough sight that they ran over to Turner, who they say bolted, leaving his victim, still unconscious, lying in dirt and pine needles, naked from the waist down, save for her boots. “Whatever comes into your mind when you hear campus rape, this is not it,” Dauber continued. “This is the stranger-danger-in-the-bushes scenario that your mother warned you about.”

The assault occurred at around 1:00 a.m. on a January night in 2015, near a Kappa Alpha fraternity party that Turner and the victim had both attended; there were few lights in the area. (More have been added since.) According to the incident report, it was there on the ground that the then-22-year-old Doe’s dress was lifted up, her underwear removed, and her bra exposed. Police suspected that Turner had photographed her breast (evidenced, the prosecution said in its sentencing document, by a message he received in an app called GroupMe saying, “Whos [sic] tit is that”), and she was digitally penetrated, according to a police interview with Turner. Doe woke up in the hospital around 4:00 a.m. She had no memory of the assault, nor of the several hours preceding it, as recorded in the police report. Though Turner, at one point, while questioned by police, said that he couldn’t remember how he and Doe ended up on the ground, a year later he testified that Doe had uttered yes or sure three times, affirmatively consenting to various aspects of their encounter.

After two days of jury deliberations, in March of 2016, Turner was convicted of three felonies, including assault with intent to commit rape. He faced a maximum of 14 years in state prison; the prosecution asked for six.

If those convictions indicated a cut-and-dry version of the night’s events, the sentencing two months later blurred it: On June 2, 2016, Judge Aaron Persky sent Turner to county jail for only six months—of which he served just three—and gave him three years probation, citing the “severe impact” prison would have on the once heavily recruited athlete (who, the probation report also said, had already “surrendered a hard-earned swimming scholarship”). Turner was also required to register as a sex offender. Persky, himself a Stanford alum (and a former captain of the club lacrosse team), said that Turner had expressed remorse, and that “up to this point, he complied with social and legal norms sort of above and beyond what normal law-abiding people do.” That leniency inspired Doe to publicly release the victim’s impact statement she had read in court, a document detailing more than a year of her struggles with physical, psychological, and emotional trauma incurred by the assault and trial. It, and the outrage that it provoked, subsequently went viral.

It also inspired Dauber—a tenured law professor at Stanford, a family friend of Doe’s, and an outspoken critic of Stanford’s sexual assault disciplinary process—and a group of like-minded supporters to come together over one shared goal: to recall Judge Persky.

On June 5, Santa Clara County voters will have the chance to do just that, and to choose between two other candidates who are running to replace him: Cindy Hendrickson, currently an assistant district attorney, and Angela Storey, a civil attorney. This is an enormously rare occurrence: A recall is allowed under the California Constitution for elected officials (superior court judges serve six-year terms), but the movement against Persky marks the first judicial recall, in any state, to make it on a ballot in 36 years. (The last successful judicial recall in California was in 1932.)

For Dauber and the other volunteers who have spearheaded the effort, a vote for or against recall is a vote for or against the way that American society has normalized sexual violence against women, which is to say it’s a vote against rape culture itself. Critics of Persky’s sentencing say that he clearly identified with Turner as a white man (in a state where, as of 2014, the ratio of black to white prison inmates was 8.8 to 1), and as a former Stanford athlete, in determining whether or not to send Turner to prison and for how long. Persky gave Turner less than a tenth of the time desired by the prosecution, but it’s worth noting that Persky also sentenced Turner within the bounds of the probation report, which suggested “a moderate county jail sentence”; recall supporters believe that report was also biased toward Turner, and that the judge should have made a better final call. Both Persky and the probation officer cited Turner’s remorse as a reason to sentence him less harshly, despite a sentencing memo submitted by the prosecution that claimed Turner had misrepresented his own innocence and lied about being exposed to drugs and alcohol for the first time at Stanford. This was central to the remorse he expressed: In a letter to Persky, Turner said that he regretted the “party culture and risk taking behavior that I briefly experienced in my four months at school.”

“[Persky] saw a young man with a bright future,” said Dauber. “He didn’t see what was before him. He saw, instead, an image that was untrue and refracted through the lens of bias and privilege.” This sentiment, that Persky’s empathy lay more with Turner than with Doe, was also expressed by critics after a statement Turner’s father made in court was made public: he characterized the assault as “20 minutes of action,” and any time in prison as “a steep price to pay” for it.

The recall campaign has unearthed additional cases in which Persky, they say, also adjudicated leniently for defendants of similar social status—cases where the accused are all male, largely white, and/or connected to a university or to Silicon Valley, though a report by the California Commission on Judicial Performance, which the recall campaign dismisses as “one-sided,” concluded that there was insufficient proof of Persky’s judicial misconduct, including accusations of bias. And it has sparked a contentious battle not only between recall proponents and defenders of Persky, but also with members of the legal community, who worry that a recall threatens judicial independence, no matter whether the sentencing was fair or not; and with public defenders, who say that black and brown defendants will suffer the most from a rash of harsher sentencing, if judges start to fear they will be recalled for the opposite.

Yet the recall has vaulted over every hurdle it has faced so far, including gathering more than 90,000 signatures (far more than what was required to get the measure on the ballot) and seeing Persky’s attempt to block the election by citing a procedural error rejected by an appellate court. Its organizers are a cadre of mostly women volunteers, some of whom are sexual assault survivors themselves, who were outraged on behalf of Emily Doe in 2016, watched Donald Trump win the presidential election a few months later, and have since seen the #MeToo movement blaze through the halls of power elsewhere in America. They are now seeking a reckoning on their home turf, taking on two behemoth institutions: Stanford University and the law.

#Persky #Turner #victim blaming #rape apologia #Standord #recall #judge

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crystallinecrimsonmoth · 3 years

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Future Serial Killer [ongoing]

Chapter 16

‘Carl’s very, very sorry for tearing the stitches. Aren’t you, little lamb?’

Carl whimpered at Negan’s tone of voice while Doc took out the ruined stitches to replace them, burying his face in his older boyfriend’s shoulder as a few tears of pain slid down his cheek.

‘Really, really sorry.’ He whispered, wishing his life would end when the needle went into his leg and started threading the gash closed.

He nuzzled further into Negan as the pain increased, leaning into the hand that stroked through his hair and trying to focus on that feeling rather than the needle in his leg.

‘It’s not that bad, Negan, the wound is still healing so the stitches haven’t affected that. He’ll be fine.’ Doc smiled up at the man and patted Carl’s knee to comfort him, backing up when it made a low snarl leave Negan’s lips.

Ada watched with a wary gaze when Negan snarled, worried about that temper being around her friend, but Carl was so cuddled into the man’s chest that she wondered if he was a threat to him at all. The teen seemed so comfortable in his arms, willing to cry in front of him and let Negan stroke his hair, something she had never thought was possible considering how closed off Carl had been when she first met him.

Carl snuggled into Negan’s neck with another small whimper as the stitches were finished and a fresh bandage was wrapped around his shin, letting him move his face enough to kiss his forehead. He looked up at the man, his eye still watery from the pain, and smiled when he smiled.

‘Feeling okay, little lamb?’

The teen narrowed his eyes, still not happy with the nickname, even if he was half-drugged and feeling the intense burn of his stitches as the medication he’d been given earlier wore off more than it already had.

‘I’d feel a lot better if you didn’t keep calling me a sheep.’ He huffed, jumping down off the table onto his good foot and testing the balance of the injured one.

It stung but it was bearable, so Carl put the barest amount of weight on it so he could limp without Negan’s help. Negan watched with a proud expression, about to stand and follow the teen before Ada walked up to him, standing in the way of his exit.

‘If you hurt him, I’ll hurt you. He’s my friend, and you killed his entire family. I don’t trust you for shit, so be careful how you treat him.’ She warned with a serious tone that made Negan smirk and stand up so he could use his height to intimidate her.

Being even shorter than Carl, Ada had a lot more of a height difference to use for intimidation.

‘I don’t intend to hurt him. I love him, he’s the most perfect creature on earth and I want to give him the whole world, so there’s no need to worry. However, if you threaten me like that again, when your safety here relies on Carl liking you, I’ll make sure to give you the same treatment as my head of security who shot my little lamb. Understand me, bitch?’ Negan snarled, only smiling when Ada nodded and stepped out of the way.

‘As long as we’re on the same page, sir.’

‘Don’t worry, little one, we are.’ He replied before walking out with Carl.

The teen walked a few steps ahead of him just to prove he could, but when they came to the stairs he stopped, looking a little worried. Negan sidled up behind him and wrapped his arms around Carl’s waist, bending down to rest his chin on his shoulder.

‘Something wrong, Sonic the Hedgehog?’ He smirked, teasing him about his earlier confidence that had faded so quickly at the sight of stairs.

He heard a grumble escape his lamb before he spoke.

‘I need help up the stairs, jackass.’

Negan grinned and pecked his cheek, poking his ribs playfully.

‘I know, baby. Hop on my back.’

‘I hate you.’

‘You love me, you soft-hearted little shit.’ The older man rolled his eyes, kissing Carl gently before crouching down so that the teen could climb onto his back.

He tightened his hold around his thighs as he started climbing the stairs and smiled fondly when Carl tucked his face into his neck, going quiet as he got comfortable in the strong hold.

Later on, after dinner, when everyone else had gone to bed, Carl found himself relaxing on his stomach, stretched out like a long noodle on his and Negan’s shared bed. He was comfortable, too comfortable to be living in a world where the dead were eating the living, but he was too blissed out to think about that.

He was half-convinced that Negan had drugged him with something to calm him down after all the crying he did when his leg was being stitched, but he knew it was more likely that his body was taking full advantage of the peace and quiet he had at the Sanctuary. The safety he felt in Negan’s territory was so relaxing, and with the fire that Negan had put on blazing behind the fireplace grate, he was so warm and cosy that he felt like he was melting into the bedsheets.

The raven-haired Saviour beside him was sitting up with a book in one hand, glasses on as he read while his other hand stroked through Carl’s let down hair, comforting him. Negan assumed the kid was asleep, based on his even breathing pattern and the fact that he hadn’t heard an insult from him for at least an hour, so he brushed through his hair gently to try and keep him that way, wanting the kid to get more sleep.

When it came around to bedtime, Negan got up to change out of his jeans, not realising that Carl was still awake. He stripped off his jeans without even glancing at the teen, whose eyes fluttered open at the sound of the man’s belt buckle and landed on the bulge in his underwear.

Carl knew what a dick was, obviously, because he had one, but compared to the bulge he could see in Negan’s boxers, he thought his own was quite measly. He’d overheard a few girls giggling about his relationship with Negan the day before and they’d certainly taught him a lot about what to do when you’re in a relationship with a dude when he joined the conversation, helping him with the stuff his dad had never taught him.

The idea of putting his mouth on another guy’s dick hadn’t ever seemed appealing until he started getting closer to Negan, more touchy, and now as the man tugged down his boxers to pull on some shorts for wearing in bed, Carl found himself drooling at the sight of his older boyfriend’s larger than average length hanging between his legs.

Carl did his best to muster enough bravery in that moment and, when Negan looked above his head as he stretched his arms out, the teen moved quick, wrapping his lips around the head, and starting to suckle.

The groan it gained from Negan was music to his ears and sent a jolt of arousal down to his own dick. He looked up at the older man, his one blue eye wide and innocent as it met the whisky gaze of his boyfriend.

Negan chuckled, running his fingers through the top of Carl’s hair.

‘What are you up to, darling? Where’d you learn how to do that?’

Carl flushed red at Negan’s newest nickname for him and pulled off only for a moment to speak.

‘Made some new friends, they taught me. Said I should know what I’m doing when we have sex for the first time.’ He answered in an innocent tone before his lips were back on him and he was suckling without abandon, listening to Negan’s helpless groans.

The hand on his hair got tighter as he sucked harder, managing to take all of the thick length in his mouth and closing his throat around it. He let out a whine of discontent though when Negan suddenly pulled him off and pulled his hair to keep him away from the dick he was licking like a lollipop.

Dark eyes looked down on him and the man’s other hand came to rest on his chin, stroking his cheek with his thumb lightly.

‘That little mouth was just made for sucking cock, huh? What would you have done if I hadn’t found you out there in the woods? Sucked cock for food and water, pretty little darling?’ Negan purred and Carl snarled at him, teeth bared despite looking debauched with saliva running down his chin.

‘Jackass.’ He hissed, making Negan smirk.

‘Such a dirty mouth.’ He purred before filling Carl’s throat with his cock again, letting the boy moan around him as he thrust into his mouth.

Negan kept going until he came. Carl’s shirt was soaked in his own drool while the man’s salty release filled his mouth, flowing over his taste buds as he moaned from the hard tug on his hair, panting when his boyfriend finally pulled out.

He swallowed, unable to do anything else with how fucked out he felt, and grabbed onto Negan’s arm when his hand left his hair, hugging it to his chest.

‘Have sex with me? Please?’ Carl pleaded with his eye wide, making Negan weak at the knees as he looked down at his boy.

It took everything in him to shake his head instead of giving into the teen, and he kissed away the trembling pout that started on his young face, ignoring the taste of his release on his mouth.

‘You don’t want me?’

Fuck, even his voice was trembling. Carl had let him fuck his face, but he hadn’t realised what he was giving away when he did so. Now he felt so vulnerable when Negan shook his head, and he couldn’t help the tremble in his lip and the tears that welled in his eye at the threat of losing the man he’d given his heart to. The kiss didn’t even register in his mind as he convinced himself Negan didn’t want him anymore, that he was going to drop him outside the Sanctuary gates and let the wild have him.

Negan’s heart broke at the sound of Carl’s question, and he quickly sat down on the bed, smothering the teen with kisses despite the mess of drool and cum on the edge of the sheets.

‘I want you so bad, darling, so bad, but I don’t have ten orgasms in me nowadays. I need rest before I open you up like that, so we’re going to sleep, and I’ll have sex with you tomorrow. Okay?’ He tried to reassure the whimpering teen, managing to get a nod out of him.

Cleaning everything up and stripping the sheets in favour of a warm blanket, Negan curled up in bed with Carl as the little spoon, tucking his face into the boy’s neck as they both fell asleep. He’d take good care of him the next day.

#cegan #future serial killer #chapter 16 #carl/negan #carl x negan #negan x carl

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scramblingminds · 6 years

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Anon, why you do this to me???! I tried to bring the angst but idk so I hope this is what you were hoping for. Enjoy.

Make Peace

It had taken months for things to stabilize after the war. Over the course of only a few days so much got destroyed. Alexandria was nearly reduced to ash and the Hilltop took a fair share of damage but stayed standing. For weeks people from the different communities drifted around, working to rebuild walls and homes. Then it took even longer to get back to trading, since so much of the crops and livestock had been lost.

Somehow, they all managed to survive and life seemed to go on. Ezekiel found the strength to lead again after being taken captive by the Saviors, Carol being at his side seemed to be a large part of it. Maggie was perfect for leadership at Hilltop, she got her hands dirty in every way possible so that it could go back to its former glory. Rick stepped back after Negan was locked away, Carl easily falling into his place and making sure Alexandria was revived.

Daryl had a hard time after, finding a place for his anger. Even after the Saviors surrendered and Dwight took over Daryl just wanted them dead. He knew it couldn't be like that though, a certain ninja made that very clear to him. Slowly, his rage slipped away. It helped to have things to do; rebuild the wall and houses, go on runs to help restock all the pantries across the communities and when one Hilltop resident moved to Alexandria permanently.

It started before the war, in the days after the satellite station. Paul Rovia managed to slide so easily into his life and make him remember feelings he thought he forgot a while back. Paul made him feel good, like he wasn't just a bundle of raw nerves waiting for the next thing to screw up. He made him feel like he was actually able to do the right thing, like letting the Saviors live even after all they did.

Daryl had a feeling that he loved the man even before the real Negan showed up. Those emotions got put on the back burner for a while though. Daryl was focused on not falling to pieces after what happened that morning in that clearing and then when he was in the Sanctuary. Paul was still there through it all, he didn't back away when Daryl snapped or flinched away from touch at times.

Daryl figured that meant maybe Paul loved him too. You had to love someone if you stay by them when you deserved them the least. Daryl often thought Paul deserved more than his twitchy personality and short fuse but Paul didn't leave. That's why it was so easy, that morning after huddling in the tunnels then sneaking to Hilltop, for Daryl to march right up to the scout and kiss him.

They all could die at any moment, there was no sense in denying how they felt. Paul had leaned into it without hesitation, hands coming up to hold the back of Daryl's neck as if to dare him to break the kiss too soon. Paul didn't fight when Daryl told him he had to go after that, Rick needed him and they had to go back into the trenches.

Paul had just kissed him again, long and deep. He didn't tell him to be careful or stay safe or to even come back to him. He didn't need to, Daryl could feel it in how tight he gripped his wrist before letting him go. Daryl wasn't safe or careful but he did come back, Paul took what he could get and that was a bloody Daryl Dixon. Which didn't seem to bother him in the least.

After Alexandria had some life back Paul showed up one day. He had a duffle bag on his back and a smile on his face when he moved himself into Daryl's room. Daryl didn't even question him on it, he just cleared a drawer and let him know the side of the bed near the door was his. They never really had a conversation about it but after that it was clear they were together.

Over time all Daryl's hurt and anger was replaced by the warmth the scout brought in. Daryl never took himself to be the touchy feely or romantic type but somehow with Paul it just came naturally. Paul was a physical person, he reached out for hands or patted shoulders often. Daryl wasn't like that with anyone save for his closest family and then Paul.

So, when Paul came up to see him on his watch Daryl didn't think anything of slipping his arm around his shoulders. Paul was leaving soon for a run with Tara, Rosita and Aaron while Daryl had watch until midafternoon. Paul leaned into his side, leeching some of the larger man's warmth. Winter was fast approaching and the days were getting shorter and chillier.

"I hope we can find some good coats today," Paul twisted around to tuck into Daryl leather jacket, "Some thermal underwear would be good too."

Daryl snorted as he looked over Paul's head as the scout nuzzled into his neck, "Thought ya were some kinda badass but yer bellyaching about a little cold air."

"I am a badass," Paul leaned back just enough to mock glare at the redneck, "I just prefer to be a warm one."

Daryl shook his head, chuckling when Paul leaned forward to nip at the hinge of his jaw. Daryl reached up tugging his beanie down on his forehead getting a grunt of protest. Daryl squeezed him when Paul tried to wiggle away. Daryl grinned as Paul played at pouting up at him before leaning in to kiss his nose. It was a bit cold so Daryl repeated the gesture, not missing how Paul smiled and melted into him.

Daryl trailed his lips over Paul's cheek, nuzzling into his beaded jaw and Paul just pressed closer with a content sigh. They both jumped at the loud wolf whistle that came from below them. Their faces went hot as they pulled apart enough to look down and see Rosita smirking with Tara and Aaron trying to conceal they were giggling like school girls.

"Time to go, loverboy." Rosita jerked her thumb at the cars they hadn't notice pulling up to the gate.

Paul stepped back, fixing his beanie as Daryl dipped forward to give him one more kiss to the corner of his mouth, "See ya later, Paul."

Paul smiled softly as he moved to climb down the ladder, "We'll be back before dark, I'll meet you at home."

Daryl nodded watching him reach the ground and go to the car with Tara behind the wheel while the other two got in the second car. Paul paused just long enough to wave up at him as the gate was opened for them. Daryl waved back as he climbed in and soon they were heading down the road. Daryl leaned against the wall, watching them fade away and admitting to only himself that he really wouldn't mind some thermals.

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Daryl was a bit on edge when it got to be dinner time. The sun was creeping closer and closer to the horizon but they still weren't back. Rick and Michonne could see the tension in him as they ate. Daryl didn't voice anything, he ate and moved to the couch with Judith. He read to her when she shoved a book at him and curled into his lap. Carl was helping Michonne with the dishes when they heard it, the sound of a horn getting closer.

Daryl sat up whispering to Judith, "Go ta yer room like we practiced, ya remember?"

Judith nodded and whispered back, "Yes, Uncle Daryl."

"Good girl," Daryl kissed her temple and nudged her, "Don't move 'til we come get ya."

She nodded again and ran up the stair. He and Rick had been teaching her to go in her room, into her closet and hide to keep her safe. Daryl snatched up his bow running to meet where more than half the Safe Zone was piling around the gate. The horn was getting louder, head light beams pouring up the road.

"It's one of ours!" Scott yelled down and they rushed to get the gate open.

The horn stopped as soon as the car came to a screech halt inside. Aaron was behind the wheel and franticly opened the door. He was covered in blood, his hands shaking as he hurried to get the back door open.

"Someone, help!" Aaron yelled.

Daryl, Rick and Tobin rushed forward. Rosita was sitting in the backseat, more blood drenching her chest and streaking her face, which was set in a hard expression. When they got closer they could see in the dim light the source of the blood.

"PAUL?!" Daryl felt sick. His knees going a little weak and Rick grabbed him to keep him up.

Clutched tight to Rosita was Paul's head, beanie gone and hair one clump of red. He wasn't moving, it barely looked light he was breathing as Aaron and Tobin carefully lifted him from the car. He was limp, face white and soaked with blood.

"Tara went to get Carson," Rosita rushed out of the car, "Get him to the infirmary."

"What happened?" Rick asked as they followed the men carrying the scout.

Daryl didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to fix this. Paul already looked dead as they got him on an exam table. He wanted to grab him but was terrified to touch him. Rosita was grabbing bandages and alcohol off the self before moving to start sifting through Paul's wet hair.

"We had just gotten to a store, it didn't look too bad, only a few walkers but there were people inside, seven of them," Aaron supplied as Rosita revealed a deep gash from his left temple running down behind his ear, "They attacked as soon as we set foot inside."

"They didn't have guns but the ambush was enough to catch us off guard," Rosita cleaned the wound, it was still trickling steadily, "Jesus took out three of them before we even got one each. None of us saw the last guy."

Rosita sniffled, swiping at her cheek uncaring of the blood she left behind as she compressed the wound. Aaron's voice cracked, "Jesus was turning to make sure we were alright then there was a crack and he went down. Guy hit him with something, looked like a cane or piece of wood. He didn't even see the coward."

Daryl could feel his blood boiling. Paul had been protecting the group, which was such his nature and that asshole had snuck up on him. Daryl didn't know he was shaking until Michonne grabbed his hand and squeezed. It wasn't to calm him, that wasn't a possibility but it did help.

"Tara shot the guy and we grabbed Jesus and booked it, Tara should be on the way with Carson by now," Aaron looked over at Daryl, "I'm so sorry, Daryl."

"Did ya hit him?" Daryl looked over to see Aaron shake his head, "Then don't start with that shit, wasn't y'all's fault."

Daryl stayed planted at the end of the bed as everyone started filtering out, giving Rosita space as she tried to slow the bleeding. It was an hour and a trashcan full of gauze later that Carson got there. He took over for the Latina, he whispered to her and she nodded after a moment.

Rosita walked over and linked her arm through Daryl's, looking up at him with big watery eyes as she started pulling him toward the door. He tried to protest, dig his heels in but she shushed him and keep tugging. She closed the door once they were on the other side and Daryl leaned his head against the wood.

"Have faith in Carson, Daryl." Maggie's voice came from behind him, he hadn't even known she had come but it wasn't a surprise.

Daryl didn't have faith in much. He had never been the praying kind or the type who had faith in what he couldn't see. He didn't much believe in people either, not after everything he had been through. Daryl sighed shaking his head as her arms wrapped around his waist.

Daryl could feel her hold him close, her slowly growing bump pressing warmly into his back. Her head resting on his shoulder, not trying to get him to move from the spot. He covered her hand with his as she whispered, "Then believe in Jesus, Daryl."

Daryl swallowed thickly, the pain in his voice plain even to him, "I do."

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Carson was frank, he didn't know the extent of the damage. The wound was easy enough to stitch and clean, getting the scout on antibiotics to prevent infection. The trauma wasn't something he could measure. There was swelling but it wasn't as bad as it could have been and Paul was still breathing on his own. Only time would tell and if Paul didn't wake up to eat he would starve, they didn't have the means for a feeding tube and the fluids he was on would only keep him going so long.

"So, what's the odds?" Daryl asked from where he was sitting next to the bed. The room was packed with everyone it seemed as Carson checked Paul's eyes with a light again.

The scout didn't look any better. His skin was just as pale even with the blood cleaned away. Eyelids looking bruised and lips ashen. Carson had to shave the hair around the wound so get to it easier, only about a half inch of bare skin around the bandage.

"Do you want the honest answer or the sugarcoated one?" Carson sighed, rubbing his eyes either from emotion or tiredness or both.

"No bullshit, doc." Daryl felt someone squeeze his shoulder but he didn't even look to see who. His eyes locked on Paul, on the movement of his chest with each slow breath.

Carson nodded clearing his throat, "It would probably be best to not get your hopes up too high. Make peace."

Daryl felt like he had been hit in the chest, his ribcage was crushing in on him but he didn't move to do more than nod. He felt lost, all he wanted was to ask Paul what he was supposed to do but he couldn't. Paul was laying on that little bed with his head bandaged up and who knows what kind of brain damage.

Over the next few days Daryl barely moved from Paul's side, only to use the bathroom. People came and went, some sitting for hours while others briefly expressed their condolences, like Paul was already dead. Daryl didn't say much, even to Maggie or Rick when they came by. Daryl sat through every range of farewell and each one just made him number.

It didn't feel real, every time Daryl passed out in the uncomfortable chair he wondered if he would wake up in bed with Paul sound asleep next to him. He could kiss his whiskered chin and those kaleidoscope eyes would open. Daryl woke up each day with increasingly bad neckache and still shut eyelids.

By the end of the fourth day Daryl was afraid. He didn't want to bury anyone else, he couldn’t lose someone again. Daryl didn't know how to function without Paul now. Paul who could calm him with a touch or rile him up with just a grin. Paul who helped him find the Daryl he almost forgot how to be. Paul who was so strong and selfless and kind and didn't deserve to be taken out by a coward with a stick.

Tara and Aaron had told him in detail how when they got attacked Paul hadn't hesitated to act. Moving ahead of the others, drawing the three men away from the others and swiftly taking care of them. How he turned to see if they needed them, caring about them being safe more than himself. The new world needed people like Paul and Daryl just couldn't accept this.

Daryl scooted his chair up to the side of the bed, his aching body leaning on the edge as he picked up Paul's hand. His fingertips tracing over knuckles and small scars that came from years of training, he kissed the palm, "Don't leave me, please Paul."

Daryl sniffed leaning to rest his head on Paul's thigh, watching his chest rise and fall, "I can't say goodbye anymore, baby. I'm not strong without ya."

Daryl felt the tears dripping onto the white sheet under his head, not caring if anyone came in and saw him. He closed his eyes, squeezing Paul's limp hands, "I don't want to miss ya, too."

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Daryl must have fallen asleep because next thing he knew his back was screaming for him to move. He didn't want to though. The fingers combing through his hair was so soothing, trailing down to rub his neck then repeat the motion. All the last days had been was pain and worry and it felt so nice.

After just a few more moments he gave in and blinked slowly, eyes stinging from the overhead light. They took a minute to focus, the hand pausing to cup his cheek and Daryl leaned into it before realizing what he was doing.

It slowly coming to him that no one should be that comfortable petting him, "You look like shit."

Daryl head popped up at the dry, raspy voice that was followed by a hard cough. Daryl locked eyes with seafoam ones, ones he hadn't seen in almost a week. Paul grinned down at him, awake and in need of water and Carson. Daryl moved to grab the bottle by the bed, the scout taking a small grateful sip.

With a trembling hand Daryl cupped Paul's cheek, the smaller man smiling at the touch and this was real "Yer a sight for sore eyes."

#desus #darus #daryl x jesus #daryl dixon #paul rovia #twd #prompt fill #angst #i tried

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xxaliencuddlesxx · 6 years

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The walking dead - Together - Part 6

this is part 6, hope you enjoy...

Carl x reader

As you and Carl head back to Alexandria you guys hold hands and the sun is starting to rise

"The sun's coming up" Carl said

"We need to hurry" Carl identified

"(Y/N)" he exclaimed "Please... talk to me"

"Their dead..." You whispered

"They deserved it" Carl said trying to make you feel better, it only made you feel worse

"No one deserves to die" You argue

the rest of the walk home was quiet, you still held Carl's hand though, you felt safe with him

When you reach the walls of Alexandria Carl helps you up over the wall and you walk back to his house

You reach his back door

"Please stay" He says quietly

"What do you mean" you ask in a light tone

"Please just come lay down with me, i can't go to sleep if I know your upset, i'll feel better if your by my side" he whispers

"ok"

You follow him inside and you both go upstairs to his bedroom, you take your sweater off and sleep in your tank top and underwear, Carl takes his shirt off, you both climb in to his bed and whisp of to sleep while cuddling

You both wake up to Rick coming in Carl's room and asked why your here, as you sit up you don't only see Rick but you see Glenn and your Mom

"I'm sorry, I had a nightmare" You answered

"Again?" Maggie asked

"Yea, it was a bad one too" You yawned

"I didnt hear you though" Glenn proclaimed

"It was one of the bad one's" You said

"The Panic attack one" Maggie questioned

"Yeah" You replied

They quietly left the room, Rick then suddenly turns back and says "No funny business" and went back to his room

"Okay, let's go back too sleep" Carl proclaims

You execute his request as you lay back down in his arms and fall asleep

You then wake up to Carl still asleep and of course you try to not wake him up while you get out of bed

You then put his flanel on over your tank top and your short's on and head down stairs, when you reach the kitchen you see Michonne and Rick sitting at the table "Hey, (Y/N)" Rick greets

You reply with "Hi Rick, Hi Michonne"

"Did you sleep okay?" Rick sounding worried

"Yea, no nightmare's" You point out

Michonne then iput's "That's good, maybe on my next run I should try to find a dream catcher"

"It might actually help" You say optimistically

"What might help" Carl asks while coming into the kitchen wiping the sleep from his eyes

You reply while hugging him "A dream catcher" you proclaim

"That's pretty cool" Carl says, Carl then quickly asks "Are you gonna go to the Dinner tonight?

"I don't now, You'll have to see?" You answer unsurely

"What are you doing today?" Carls questions

"I'm probably going to work with my Mom in the garden" You reply

"Actually, (Y/N) i was wondering if you wanted to watch Judith while Me and Michonne are gone on a run" Rick inquired

"Oh, for sure! any time I can spend with Judith is well spent time, how long will you be gone" You say cheerfully

"not for long" Rick say's

Carl, why don't you help her with Judith?" Michonne asks

"Yeah why not" He reply's

You think that Michonne and Rick were up to something since their leaving you two alone in the house, Rick has never allowed you in the house together without someone being home

"Okay were gonna head out now, have fun" Rick said trying to hold in a laugh as leaving the house

"What do you think that was about?" You asked

"I have no clue" Carl said also questioning the situation

After watching Judith

You left Rick's house after hanging with Carl and Judith for the day, it was fun, you guys played board games and read comic's

You were out on the street when Ron started to approach, he waved you over

"Hey! (Y/N), what's up?" Ron said while meeting you on the other side of the sidewalk

"Nothing much, just got done babysitting Judith with Carl" you explain

"Oh cool, speaking of Carl..." He pauses for a second until he starts where he left off "Are you guy's a thing?"

"No, I don't think we are atleast" You look off into the distance

"Well, i don't know, anyway's will I see you at the Dinner tonight?" You ask him

"Only if your there" he says obviously trying something on me as he touched my arm

"I'll see you there then" I joke as I walk away going into my house leaving his arm loose from letting go of mine.

Carl's PoV: "Bye (Y/N)" I say as she walks down the porch as I close the door behind her

I go to the window in my room just to watch her walk away and eneter her house, but to my surprise she stops and walks over to Ron

I watch them as close as I can leaning into the closed window

I don't know what they're talking about but (Y/N) is smiling and I start to feel a bit unsettled by the fact

Then as you see your breath fog up the window you wipe it away and see Ron touching (Y/N) arm...

Something just fizzles up from inside of you from the fact that he is trying something on her

I punched the wall as hard as I could and there was now a hole inside my room beside the window, I yell out "Fuck" as my nuckles were now bleading and white from the dust and debris of the wall

I then go to the infirmary to get my knuckles cleaned up

While I was on my way there I saw Ron

I gave him a long harsh stare, he looked back with confusion but then realized why I was pissed and then he frowned at me

I keep walking

I try not to start anything and I head on over to the infirmary

Rosita is standing with a clipboard marking down how much medicine we have when I walk in, she says "Hey Carl, what's up" I point to my hand trying not to say anything

"Omg, what happened" she say's this as she runs to get the supplies to patch my hand up

"I puntched a wall... by accident" I say anxiously

"How do you punch a wall by accident" she asks hoping to get an answer out of me

"I was upset" I whisper as looking down to the ground while she set's the supplies on the table i'm leaning on

"Okay, I don't want to know why but I have a feeling it has to do with (Y/N)" she confidently add's

"And Ron" I admit

"Ohh..." she realizes "This might hurt" she pours the clear liquid onto your hand, it stings a bit and fizzes as I flinch from the pain

"Well just so you know, i'm rooting for you" She smiles, she then bandages your knuckles and she says "I actually have something for you"

"What's that?" I ask

"Advice" She pause's "Go find her something... a gift"

"Like what?" I wonder

"Like a necklace or a braclet... something that makes you think of her, something that she would want" She then gestures for me to go and get her back by looking at the door and giving a slight smirk

I get up and start heading towards the door then look back at her and say "Thanks." I then leave the infirmary and head to the spot where me and (Y/N) usually use to sneak out, I hop over the wall and start heading towards a town I know could'nt be any farther than 10 miniutes away

I come to the town and instantly see a jewlery store, the window at the front is smashed and it looks in bad shape but I am determind to get her back

I climb in through the broken window and start looking through the empty glass cases and tower's

Then I see a box and I open it hoping for some sort of remain... I open the small box that looks like a necklace or a ring could hold it but instead I found and empty cartrage and I wip it at the wall, it falls to the ground making a slight thump when hitting the ground, I leave the store and try looking in houses

The first house I look in was deserted and destroyed, I found nothing

The second and first houses were in okay shape but had been raided, i'm beginning to give up hope

Then I come to the second last house on the street and I caution as I open the brown wooden door, I start to clear the kitchen, then the living room and finally upstairs

The house was empty from any walkers and I was going up the stairs to look in more rooms, I walked into the first room and started checking for any jewelry... but admist there was nothing, I was'nt gonna give up yet so I checked the other room

I opened the door and it was a girl's room, my hope was getting restored

I walk around and find a desk that had makeup and hair products on it, I scan the desk looking for things and I found a pink box with hearts on it

I open the box and there was necklaces and earring's, I pour the contents out of the box and onto the un-touched bed, I pick through the jewelry and find a gold necklace outlined into a shaped heart with a smaller heart in the middle with a white jewel in it, I put the necklace in pocket and I thought that it was perfect

I exit the house and make my way down the street, I remember the box that I threw at the wall in the jewelry store and I thought it was perfect to put the necklace into

I climb into the store again and pick up the box that was laying on the ground it was blue and a bit dirty but i wiped of the grime and took the necklace out of my pocket and I carfully set it into the opened box

As I closed the box out of nowhere a walker stumbles on top of me, the box is knocked out of my hands as I struggle to keep the walker off of me, I then use all my might and flip the walker so that i was on top, I grabbed my knife out of it's sheath and stab the walker in the head

I flop over trying to catch my breath, after a miniute of laying on the ground beside the walker I pick myself up and grab the box with the necklace in it, I put it in my right pocket and I head home

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“What If Someone Sees?” (Rick Grimes x Reader)

This was written for Jessie’s (@grimes-slut) 1k follower writing challenge! Congratulations on 1,000. You’re insanely talented and deserve it, plus many more :)

Word Count: 1,767

Rick Grimes x Reader

Prompt: “What if someone sees?”

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut (dirty talk, slight dom. Rick, hair pulling)

“Rick,” You giggle as Rick’s hands travel up your bare sides, his fingertips leaving you with the slightest of chills. “Stop it. You know I’m ticklish.”

“I wanna take ‘ya somewhere.” His voice comes out low and gruff as his grip on the small of your waist tightens, the white sheets of your shared bed barely covering both of your bodies. “And nah, I like ticklin’ you. You’re cute when you giggle. Don’t hear enough of that these days.”

“Babe,” You sigh out. “It’s around three in the morning and we’ve got a run beginning at dawn, which we’re already going to be exhausted for since we chose to spend our night in… other ways rather than actually getting our sleep.”

“Worth the exhaustion, if ‘ya ask me…” Rick’s teeth nibble on your ear lightly, making you moan softly. “We ain’t get much alone time ‘round here. Prison’s always so full of people walkin’ around, now that the Woodbury residents are here. The cells aint got no real doors, got Judith to take care of… You best believe I’m gonna take the time I can get with you.”

“Yeah, nothing can keep you away from your farming anymore.” You tease.

“Make fun of the farm all you want, but it’s what’s keepin’ us alive here. So quit your teasing.” Rick fake scolds, his lips pressing to your jawline.

“Make me.” You wrap your leg around Rick, allowing you access to pull him in closer to you. “You know, since we’re already gonna be exhausted tomorrow morning…”

“Aw, fuck, baby girl.” Rick growls into your ear. “Get dressed. I’m takin’ you somewhere.”

“Where we goin’?” You giggle again, throwing the sheet off of your bodies and crawling out of bed to put your clothes back on. “I think we’ve been everywhere this prison has to offer. If you’re wanting to clear out another cell block, now is not the time, Rick.”

“Trust me, that aint what we’re doin’.” Rick smirks, pulling his boxers over his muscled legs. “Now, let’s go.”

You’ve barely got enough time to finish throwing your shirt on over your head before Rick is picking you up bridal style, literally sweeping you off your feet. You laugh quietly as he places a kiss to your collarbone, his scruff making the skin surrounding turn a pink color. He sucks lightly on the skin, surely leaving a mark tomorrow.

“You’re gettin’ me all riled up again.” Rick pulls away, using his right hand to open up the cell door. “We’re gonna have to wait until we get where I’m takin’ you. Then we can do whatever we want.”

“What if someone sees?” Your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him in confusion. He’s never been one to have sex anywhere besides your shared cell, not wanting to risk anyone (Carl, in particular) walking in on your private moments together.

“Trust me, baby girl, aint no one gonna see.” He smiles, making your heart flutter. “The east cell tower is empty. I set somethin’ up for us. Was gonna leave it for tomorrow night, for after the run, but I can’t wait any longer.”

“Whatever you say, Grimes.” You grin, allowing yourself to be held tightly by him while he carries you outdoors.

No words are spoken between you two as he quickly walks over to the tower, both of your hearts beating fast. You’ve barely touched him and you can feel his hardening length underneath you, making you only feel more turned on as the seconds pass by, needing to get to that cell tower right now.

As soon as Rick’s feet get to the top of the tower stairs and the door is closed shut behind you, his lips are instantly attached to yours. They move against yours with a rough and fast passion, full of lust and hunger. He lays you down on the ground, a pre-placed blanket being the only thing between you and the concrete.

“What’s all this?” You pull away from Rick, noticing your surroundings. There was a bottle of wine sitting in the corner and about two oil lamps on each side. A few flowers are placed in front of each, and your heart wants to explode out of its chest.

“This was supposed to be romantic,” Rick’s lips find their way to your neck again, making you moan out. “But the romance can wait until after. I need you, right now.”

“Oh!” You squeak out as your jeans and panties are ripped off your legs, thrown into the corner without a second thought. “Someone is eager.”

“Don’t tease me.” Rick growls. He lifts his shirt over his head as you do the same, leaving you completely nude. He brings his mouth down to your breasts, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples as he brings his hand around to twist the other one. You moan loudly as he sucks on your nipple, your hands traveling to his hair and tugging on it lightly.

“Fuck, Rick,” You breathe out. “More.”

He places kisses down your body as he makes his way to where you really want him. His hands grip the inside of your thighs as he spreads your legs, his eyes becoming even more lust filled.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Y/N.” He mumbles, bringing his right hand up to begin to rub small circles on your clit. “You want me to taste you? You want me to make you scream my name, baby girl?”

“Yes, please,” You moan out, moving your hips against his fingers for more friction. Rick licks a long strip up your clit, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you down as you moan his name. He sucks on your clit as he indulges himself in your juices, making you squirm in his grasp. He sets a faster pace with his tongue, seeing as how much you’re enjoying yourself. The pleasure is indescribable. He knows exactly what to do with his tongue.

The second he starts humming vibrations, you know you’re a goner. The familiar feelings of your orgasm ripple throughout you, Rick not ceasing as you ride it out.

He removes himself from between his thighs to look up at you, your wetness coating his beard and a smirk plastered on his face. That cocky son of a bitch. “Turn around.”

You do as he says, turning your body around. Your palms are flat against the ground as your ass is lifted up in the air, Rick’s strong hands holding your hips in place as he aligns himself with your entrance.

“You want me to fuck you, baby girl?” Rick whispers in your ear, only his tip inside of you. “Fuck you hard until you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“You know I want nothing else.” You move your hips into him, his full length sliding into you. Rick hisses, using his grip on your hips to help you move on his stiff cock.

“Just like that,” He groans. “Fuck, Y/N.” He loses his control, slamming his hips into you roughly. You moan out in pleasure, loving how he is when he gets like this. There’s no mercy, only rough sex. And you love it. It rarely happens anymore, but when it does… It does.

He brings his left hand up into your hair, pulling it into a ponytail with his hand and pulling on it ever so slightly while he mercilessly pounds into you. “Dammit, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Fuck, me neither. Don’t stop.” You cry out, your walls clenching around him. He lets out a series of curse words, too incoherent to understand. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you, indicating he’s close.

Your second orgasm hits you suddenly, and you scream out Rick’s name in pleasure, grinding your hips against his. He pulls out suddenly, and not long after, you feel warm ropes of cum coating your lower back.

Both of your breaths are hot and heavy as you collapse onto the blanket underneath you. He uses his underwear to clean the both of you off before throwing it across the room, holding you close to him in a spooning position.

“That was not how that was supposed to go,” Rick admits. “I was plannin’ on makin’ love to you, being a romantic and all. But you just get me goin’, huh?”

“I like it like that.” You smile, laughing softly. “You know that’s how I like it. Not that I don’t like romance, too- I’m sucker for that.”

“Good.” Rick places a kiss on your shoulder. “Because I’ve got something for you.”

He releases you from his grasp, sitting up in the bed and reaching over to where the lamps were. “We can save the wine for another night, don’t wanna get drunk before the run tomorrow. Just don’t tell the others we got it, alright?”

“Alright.” You respond.

“I found this the other day. Thought you might want it.” Rick turns his body back over to you, handing you a small bracelet. It’s nothing fancy, but to you, it’s priceless. Rick’s never given you anything so meaningful before and now that he has, you know your relationship is becoming more serious.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” You smile, and he puts it around your wrist, giving your forehead a kiss before laying back down with you on the bed. “You know, I don’t understand how you can go from ruthlessly fucking me to being the sweetest man on this earth.”

“You bring out two different sides of me, what can I say?” He grins. “I love you, Y/N, you know that?”

“Yeah.” You can’t help but smile. “I love you too.”

“We should probably get back.” Rick sighs. “I got to wake up Carl in the morning to take care of the pigs and get shit ready for the run. Thank you for tonight, though. We ain’t get enough alone time together. We need to do this more.”

“Yeah, we do.” You turn your body around and kiss him softly, not wanting the night to end just yet. He kisses you back immediately, his arms traveling to the small of your back as he rolls on top of you.

“On second thought,” Rick breathes out. “I’m sure we have time for a round three…”

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Chapter 33: A few steps back

Her we are again. I hope you all enjoy chapter 33.

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Lauren joined the tour until the Jacksonville date; she was taking a mini vacation from her album recording, as Anastasia found out one night in a bar from Carl. She hadn’t spoken to Josh since them, but her message with Silver Springs had been loud and clear.

While in Orlando they had two days off, so everyone agreed on going to Universal Studios and have a different day with all the tour crew, which was an amazing group of people. Anastasia had so much fun visiting the The Wizarding World of Harry Potter that for an afternoon, she forgot about the whole Josh issue; she focused on enjoying the Harry Potter ride since she was such a Potterhead.

But Anastasia still hadn’t spoken to Josh. Anxiety took over her mind and Xanax started to be a regular thing, she knew it was wrong but it made her feel so good, forgetting everything around her. She woke up the second morning in Orlando and popped two Xanax like it was routine, Mandy wasn’t in the room at that moment which made it easier for An to do so. She went back to bed and her phone started ringing, she looked at the screen and saw three letters she didn’t want to see: JAK, but without thinking about it she picked up.

- Did I wake you? – Josh asked before An could say anything.

- No – Anastasia answered while the pills kicked in.

- Can you meet me so we can talk? – He asked softly.

- Josh…

- An, please! – He begged.

- Ok.

- I’ll see you at the lobby in ten – She hang up.

That was hell, she was high with the pills and now Josh wanted to talk, she was going to act stupid. “Why did I agree?” she though, “I’m so fucking weak for this asshole”, her mind was having a conversation of her own. She got up while the effect of the Xanax was still mild, and got dressed with a simple t-shirt, a pair of jeans and Vans – It was starting to get hot outside - and walked out and to the lobby.

- So, listen… – Josh started to talk while they were walking near the hotel but Anastasia interrupted him.

- I know what you are going to say, Josh, and you don’t need to lie to me about Lauren. It’s obvious you two have a relationship, I know you were with her on New Year’s Eve while I was with your friends, you don’t need to keep lying to me. More than lovers we have always been friends and we can’t have any kind of relationship if you aren’t honest – Josh opened his eyes wide.

- I can’t say sorry enough…

- You don’t need to say sorry.

- I’m just confused because… You are amazing and you have your life all figured out, and I’m here dealing with insecurities that I have been working on for so long, but then you came to my life and give me a chance to be with you… but I realized that it made my insecurities even worst.

- I’m so sorry to hear that…

- I’m not in love with Lauren but she makes me feel good.

- I thought I did my best to make you feel good.

- You did but this is not your fault, it’s me. It’s me and my fucked up brain.

- We all have a fucked up brain, you say I have my life all figured out when you know my life is a mess too. I have a mother who hates me, I always been drowning in work, focusing on keeping myself busy and leaving my personal life to a side, and now I’m almost 30, I’m alone and I probably won’t have a family because my life moves around my job and… there are more stuff – Anastasia was thinking if it was a good moment to tell him that she was unable to get pregnant, but he talked first.

- I’m almost 40 and dating a girl that I definitely don’t want a family with. I love you – He said stopping walking and holding her by her shoulders forcing her to look at him – I really do, but it’s hard for me to be with somebody like you because I’m not mentally prepared for that. I know it’s stupid but I’m immature in so many aspects.

- I love you too – She said – But all this made me feel so bad and it just made me realize how alone I am, and in a certain way it made me hate myself because I’m to blame in some level. I just can’t keep anybody next to me. You just changed me for another girl and that destroyed me.

- I’m an idiot and you can hate me. I deserve it.

- I don’t hate you, that’s the thing. I can’t hate you. You are my friend after all and we are working together now, I have to deal with you – She was calm because of the pill, but inside she wanted to stab him with the first thing she could find.

They walked some more and stopped in front of a mural that represented people working on fields but their faces were badly done, and by that moment the Xanax was on full effect on Anastasia.

- That’s one fucking ugly mural – Anastasia said smiling in a silly way.

- Yeah – Josh laughed noticing something wrong with her.

- What? – The Xanax was at its full effect by then – Oh my God! – Anastasia couldn’t see clear.

- Did you take something by any chance? – Josh said smiling; the situation was fun for him – Something like drugs?

- Yeah! – Anastasia started crying – I took two fucking Xanax this morning because I’m tired of feeling, Josh! – She screamed - I’m so tired of everything! I haven’t done this since high school and that’s one fucking ugly mural – She was crying even more and Josh hugged her smiling – It’s so ugly.

- Yes, it’s an ugly mural – Josh ram his hand through her hair – You need food, let’s go get a burger.

- This is your fault – Anastasia said cleaning the tears from her face – It’s your fucking fault – She was acting tipsy and threw her arms to Josh neck while resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.

- How I wish it weren’t – Josh said kissing her hair.

- I want that burger – Anastasia pulled away from Josh and tried to stand in front of him, she couldn’t without his help. He smiled again and took her by the waist – But wait! – She stopped – People are gonna know that I’m high.

- Well, we’ll have to act – Josh said laughing.

- But I can’t act!

- You can, I’ve seen your music videos – Anastasia had a shocked expression on her face.

- You did? Aw! – She was going through a lot of moods in that moment.

- Come on – Josh took her by the waist again and started to walk.

Josh took her to eat a burger in the first place they found on the way, he ordered two avocado bacon burgers, because it was Anastasia’s favorite.

- Boy, I starved myself for so many years that once I found love for food I want to eat it all – She said and he laughed.

The burger was surprisingly good and after that they went back to the hotel, where Josh took Anastasia to his room and let her sleep. She slept for two hours and woke up more grounded, the Xanax started to wear off, so Josh thought it was a good idea for her to take a bath and he ran it.

- Do you know what’s good after a drug train wreck? – Josh asked.

- A beer? – Anastasia asked back with a smile.

- A bath, come on! – Josh carried her since still was hard for Anastasia to stand still.

He sat on the border of the bath tub and started to undress her, first her t-shirt, then the jeans, he stopped for a second and looked at her eyes, she had a silly smile on her face and then he proceeded to take her underwear off.

- It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before – Anastasia said getting inside the bathtub – Did you put essences on this bath? I smell coconut.

- Yeah, I know how much you like it. I called the lobby and they sent me some – Josh said still in the border of the bathtub.

- Wow! What a diligent little guy you are – Anastasia took seat and hugged Josh forcing him to fall on the bathtub getting all wet while wearing his clothes. The pills had lost the effect, Anastasia realized what she had done and felt instantly bad and ashamed – Oh my God, Josh! I’m so sorry. Oh God! – To her surprise, Josh was laughing.

- It’s ok. Don’t worry – He got up inside the bathtub and started to take his clothes off.

- What are you doing? – Anastasia asked confused.

- I need a bath too – He said smiling and getting back into the bathtub this time completely naked, he noticed Anastasia’s confused look – It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before – She smiled.

Anastasia got nervous for a moment, but they just stayed there in the bathtub in front of each other looking into their eyes and smiling. There wasn’t a need for sex in that bathroom, neither one of them tried to make a move. They just laid there enjoying each other’s company, looking at each other and smiling. For that moment, Anastasia finally felt peace after all those stormy months. For those minutes she even forgot that she was angry at Josh for cheating on her. Josh grabbed her right foot and started to rub it.

- Oh yeah! That feels good – Anastasia said almost moaning with her eyes close and a smile on her face – Listen – Josh locked looks with her – I’m sorry for being so stupid with the Xanax.

- Don’t worry about it. I’ve been laughing the whole fucking day.

- I’m glad for being your source for joy.

- You’ve always been – He said smiling – But for real, promise me you won’t do it again, you don’t need that, An, look at all the amazing things you have in life.

- I’m looking at one right now – She said looking at him straight.

Suddenly she felt the urge to kiss him but maybe that would ruin the moment. But Josh didn’t think the same, he took her wrists and pulled her towards him and kissed her so tenderly and so lovingly, sliding his hands into her wet hair slowly. He cupped her face after the kiss and stared at her for a few seconds.

- I’m always gonna be here for you – He said and put Anastasia’s arms around him forcing her to hug him.

They just stayed there, in that position for about an hour. It was one of those incredible moments of intimacy without sexual touch that you only see in movies.

Now she was lying next to Josh on his hotel bed. He was looking at something on his Notebook and she was staring at the ceiling, thinking about what just happened. At that moment all of her problems seemed so small, she had this man that cared about her but who was confused, so she decided she wasn’t going to force him, she wasn’t going to force any kind of situation. Josh needed to find his path on his own. She wanted him, she couldn’t lie about that and she knew he wanted her too, so Anastasia preferred to let everything flow. Josh was amazing as a lover and as a friend and she didn’t want to lose that, after all they were both adults and having this kind of friends-with-benefits thing was what adults did, she thought.

The Miami schedule was perfect, they had another two days off before the show and everyone tried to get the most out of them. On Tuesday the sun was shining bright so Chad thought it was a great idea to rent a yacht and both bands, managers and some friends had a day at the ocean. Anastasia was happy for the swimsuit weather and she wore the hottest one piece swimsuit of all, it was red, laced up on the sides and with a deep neck line. She felt Josh’s eyes over her the whole time but tried to not give it much attention to that. She loved the beach, she loved the ocean and the summer breeze and it was extremely pleasant to finally enjoy it, even more after a winter in Europe where fake fur coats and snow were the norm.

An and Mandy enjoyed sunbathing in a pool float with the shape of a cloud and a rainbow, while Eric, Josh and Nick decided go for a jet ski race that Nick won. Then it was time for the girls, Flea joined them to win over the girls. Mandy brought a white Captain hat that everybody wore at some point, especially for pictures.

- Captain hats were so in at parties when we were 16 – Anastasia said to Josh, Nick, Eric and Mandy.

- Typical California girl behavior – Josh said laughing while Anastasia was trying the hat and winking at him.

- Well… that’s what we are – Mandy answered.

- She’s not – Josh said laughing still. Now Anastasia was taking a selfie.

- My birth certificate says London but my heart says California – Anastasia said taking off the hat and everyone laughed.

- I think I want to go for another jet ski round – Mandy said.

- I’m tired! – Anastasia excused herself.

- I’m in! – Nick said with a smile.

- I’ll join you – Eric said with enthusiast too and the three left Josh and Anastasia behind.

Suddenly they were alone again in the backside of the yacht, while the rest were on the front and upstairs.

- Put that hat on again I want to take a picture – Josh said smiling.

- You are on with the picture game lately.

He didn’t answer and she did as he told her while Josh took his phone. First he took one of her alone and she felt a bit awkward don’t knowing how to pose but then he got close to her and took a selfie of both.

- You are going to fill your phone with my pictures – Anastasia said taking the hat off again.

- I wouldn’t be mad about that – He smiled and was still so close to her that he couldn’t resist to kiss her lips, it was a short kiss but meaningful.

- We need to be careful – She looked to the sides.

- About what? – Josh asked with a confused look on his eyes.

- About whatever the hell this is, Josh – She had to say it. It still was strange for her to kiss him knowing that he had a relationship with someone else.

- First, it isn’t anybody’s problem if we kiss or not. Second, I’m sure nobody really cares and third, we are both adults, we don’t need to hide. Yes, I know it’s a strange thing we have but I can help it, especially when you look so sexy like today – Josh said grabbing her by the waist.

He kissed her again but Anastasia had to stop him because she was sure things were going to get intense and that wasn’t the moment or the place to happen. He didn’t get mad, actually he felt a little bit ashamed but she let him know it was ok.

It was so special to watch the sunset, out in the ocean, with all the people she loved, even Josh who hugged her the whole ride back to the shore.

The weather was great in Miami, it wasn’t too dry and it was kind of windy at night. Mandy wanted to go out, Anastasia, Nick, Eric, Chad and Josh followed her as they ended up on a Mexican food restaurant which had the most perfect and delicious margaritas Anastasia had ever had (Mandy agreed). They ate an absurd amount of food and then drank some more. Josh didn’t stop smiling at Anastasia and she returned the glances like an idiot.

- Look who’s here! – Chad said pointing to a table next to them – Doctor Ramos Jr.

Anastasia turned her head and there he was, Alejandro and two other friends.

- Hey, boss! – Alex answered with that smile that melted Anastasia’s soul.

- I love when you call me boss with that accent. It’s so sexy – Chad mocked and they laughed.

- Hey, An! – Alex greeted her.

- Hi, Alex, haven’t seen you in days – She said politely.

- You got your voice back, you don’t need me anymore – he answered still smiling.

- Aw, don’t say that! – Chad said – I got to tell you – Chad said to the other two guys that were on Alejandro’s table – No one treasts my sore wrists like this dude! – They laughed – Why don’t you guys join us!

And so they did, they joined tables and now the group was larger. Anastasia could feel how Alejandro kept looking at her and also she saw how Josh face went to total angry mode and kept looking at her and him. The air was tense. After an hour, Chad wanted to leave. Eric, Nick and Josh decided to join him. Alejandro had some other plans and the girls chose to go with him to explore the Miami nightlife.

It was fun and different, Alejandro (staying true to his Latin roots) took the girls to a salsa club where An and Mandy made total fools of themselves trying to dance.

- We are too white for this shit – Mandy said at some point on the dance floor.

- And I’m British. That adds a whole new level of complex – Anastasia answered laughing.

Alejandro helped An a little and by the end of the night she got a lot better. She was enjoining his company, he was fun and easy going and the way he held her waist while dancing woke things in her that she thought were asleep. It was a whole new phase of sensuality. Mandy had fun too but around two of the morning the girls decided to go back to the hotel. Alejandro made sure they arrived safe and sound; Mandy went straight to their room while Anastasia remained at the lobby talking with Alex some more. After some more flirty smiles, he said goodbye with a sweet kiss on Anastasia’s cheek.

An was smiling in that elevator like a teenager in love. Then, she walked to her room but a voice stopped her.

- Did you have fun? – Josh asked as she looked at him. Their rooms where on the same floor, his a couple of doors away from hers.

- Now you stalk me on hotel hallways? – She asked him.

- I was worried about you – He said.

- Worried about what? – She wasn’t drunk but alcohol definitely ran in her system.

- Come here – He commanded and she obeyed, like it was some kind of spell – I just don’t like that guy – He said tucking her hair behind her right ear.

- What do you know? – Josh was coming closer.

- He’s not your kind – Josh started to kiss her, there, in that lonely hallway and she couldn’t control it.

He grabbed her waist with despair and carried her inside his room. She couldn’t stop him, she didn’t want to stop him; the more passion Josh gave her the more she wanted to take. She threw her legs around his waist as Josh sat her on his bed without stopping the kisses. She took his t-shirt off (he was wearing his bed time outfit) while he kissed her neck, she bit his earlobe and that created a fierce reaction from Josh who pushed her on the bed and undressed her with rage. He threw her shoes away and took off her short dress with such violence that An was sure he ripped it off. Now they were naked on the bed and when An tried to jump on top of him he grabbed her wrist and pushed her again against the bed. He was going to be on top, he was going to be in charge, and he did. She saw an animal spark in his eyes.

Josh was full of rage at that moment as she could see but it didn’t scare her, it excited her, it was a side of Josh she hadn’t seen in bed yet. She had the best angry sex of her life that night.

- Last night was fun – Mandy said while she and Anastasia were having breakfast in their room next morning.

- I know.

- You disappeared with Alex – Mandy made an exaggerated smile on her face.

- Hmm – Anastasia was trying to find the right words to break it to Mandy – I actually disappeared with Josh.

- For the love of the Lord, Anastasia Truman! – Mandy screamed – Did you have sex with Josh again? – Anastasia shrunk – Can’t believe this.

- It was the best dick I ever had in my life – Anastasia said smiling – He was angry.

- Glad that all the suffering that you went through was worth it – Mandy said – Wait, did you say he was angry?

- Yeah. He took control and he was kind of punishing me. It was so hot.

- He was jealous – Mandy said.

- Jealous? – Anastasia looked at her friend – Of Alex?

- Of course! I saw him looking at you and him and the restaurant last night and then you went to him like a fucking prize. It’s ego stuff. Like saying to Alex: “Yes you can flirt but I’m the one who is fucking her”.

- Well, I hope he goes on being jealous like that if sex is gonna be that amazing.

- You have no repair, lady – Mandy said laughing – But what about the whole situation?

- Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna let it flow and have fun in the meantime. I won’t worry about the future.

- You know I’ll be here for you to kick Josh’s ass anytime he deserves it.

Josh wasn’t so angry the rest of the Miami trip, Alex didn’t appear near them again and he performed the happiest show ever, he was all smiles playing the songs and jumping around and joking with Chad, while Anastasia stood next to the stage also smiling, because she knew she was the reason for his happiness.

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Chapter 6

Promises (are the hardest to keep)

Winn slams his hands on either side of his keyboard. James startles awake, his head rising from where it’d been resting atop his arms at one of the other desks. He comes to pretty quickly, eyeing Winn, whose chair is pushed back, head in his hands. “You okay, man? Any progress?”

Winn sighs, dragging his hands down his face as he sits upright. “Just another dead end.” he sighs, tension visibly draining from his body. “Sorry- you can go back to sleep.”

James checks the time. 3:06 A.M. “You sure? I can go grab us some coffee-“

He knows better to suggest that Winn himself sleep- it’s been a little over forty-eight hours since their worlds imploded and Winn’s maybe gotten three hours. Maybe. But he’s been relentless in his search for any sign of Lena or Cadmus, and James isn’t going to ask him to stop.

(If he had Winn’s skill set, he’d be using every moment to look for them too.) As it is, they’ve got everyone at the DEO and Maggie’s considerable connections at the NCPD digging through every scrap of information, every lead.

Winn shakes his head. “Sleep. You’ve got to wrangle the troops at Catco in a few hours.”

No one has any footage of what happened that day at L-Corp, but between the abduction of Lena Luthor and eye witness reports of Supergirl falling from the roof, it’s been all hands on deck and the media frenzy doesn’t look to be slowing anytime soon.

James rubs his forehead at the reminder. He’s more than ready for Cat to return from her latest “spiritual sojourn.”

“Okay- but wake me if you need, alright?”

Winn nods, already back at his keyboard, his attention on the screen.

James studies the feed Winn has pulled up on one of his secondary monitors: live footage from the infirmary. A part of him notes that it’s potentially invasive, the feed. But again, James can’t fault him for wanting to keep an eye on Kara, especially as he’s giving his all to find their friend and the people who did this.

It looks like nothing has changed since James last stopped in to check. Maggie’s boots are visible, the rest of her presumably sprawled in a chair off-screen, asleep. Alex is perched beside the bed, tablet in hand. And Kara is still, so very still, surrounded by the warm glow of sunlamps and the machines helping to keep her alive.

Winn catches him staring and starts to say something but just swallows instead, the words caught in his throat. He turns back to his computer.

James rises. “I’m going to go get that coffee after all.” Exhaustion had pulled him to slumber earlier, but he doesn’t think he’ll be going back to sleep now. “Want one?”

Winn nods and James sets a hand on his shoulder. “Be right back.”

He spares one more look at the monitor before leaving to find something to help get them through the rest of the night.

///

The chart displayed on her tablet goes fuzzy again and Alex rubs her fingers along the corners of her eyes, blinking to clear the grit and blur. She sets the tablet on the empty bed next to Kara’s, leaning back in her chair, studying Kara’s form.

It doesn’t make sense. She should be healing.

They’ve compared Kara’s tests now with those from her solar flares, and the data suggests this isn’t that. Eliza spent most of the day studying the results and came to the same conclusion Alex has: Kara’s cells are still processing the solar energy but without the normal effects- no powers, no healing. And no idea why.

Alex stands stiffly, rolling her neck, a hand coming up to massage a particularly tight spot.

Her gaze lands on Maggie, asleep in the corner, her leather jacket bunched up beneath her head on the back of the chair.

Something warm soothes a bit of the ache in her chest.

She tried to send Maggie home for a couple of hours, just to sleep- her fiancé has been pulling double duty: coordinating with her partner at NCPD, working on the investigation and keeping vigil with Alex at the DEO. J’onn even weighed in and Alex thought they’d managed it- but Maggie had simply shown up a half hour later, setting a duffle with clothes and toiletries for the both of them on the counter before resuming her post at the other side of Kara’s bed.

Not for the first time, Alex wonders how she ever got so lucky.

She paces some but eventually sinks back into her chair. Abandoning the tablet and its lack of answers for the moment, she begrudgingly admits to herself she’s so fried the chances of making any headway are slim.

Her gaze returns to Kara, as it has constantly since she came out of surgery, as if Alex’s attentiveness is tied inextricably with the beat of Kara’s heart, the one ensuring the other.

The soft glow of the sunlamps reflects off a surface to the side. Kara’s glasses- an extra pair? Alex picks them up gingerly, wondering who brought them in and how she missed it.

It actually isn’t much of a mystery- she knows she spent several hours in a state of shock, held together only by a combination of her singular focus on Kara, Maggie’s constant presence, and J’onn’s deep voice.

Alex turns Kara’s glasses over in her hands, mind wandering.

Into the precarious silence, she speaks.

“Remember that time you caught me out in the treehouse crying?” The soft shush of the ventilator answers.

“I told you it was because I got beat out for valedictorian by stupid Carl Sorenson.”

She huffs a soft laugh.

“I was pissed about that, for sure, but-“ She looks at Kara, all bandages and wires and pale, too-human skin. “We’re a long ways away from worrying about things like that.”

She’s quiet, solemnness settling over her like a heavy blanket. “I lied.”

“We were prepping for the grad party, Mom and I. She pulled out the bins of old photos, and we ended up going through them for hours.”

They hadn’t even made it through the first bin before the stories began, prompted by the memories ensnared in each snapshot. A younger Eliza, windswept hair and unhindered smile, caught up in Jeremiah’s arms, the ocean at their backs. Toddler Alex, hands on hips and frown firmly in place, the severity of her expression offset by the two pairs of space-themed underwear: one where it belongs and one worn toga-like atop her head.

Alex remembers being so grateful for that time with her mother, for a trip down memory lane that wasn’t laced with sorrow.

Until she wasn’t.

“I came across one of Nan.”

A small smile.

“I’m sad you never got to meet her- you would’ve loved her. And she would’ve adored you, I know it.”

Alex runs her thumb along the frames in her hand. “Did you know she used to wear glasses a lot like yours?”

She pauses, remembering.

“I saw this picture of Nan- it was taken only a year before she died. She’d been traveling- taking the trips she never took when she was younger, apparently. And she looked- man, she looked happy. Grey hair and the biggest grin and the Cliffs of Moher behind her. And I know she wasn’t technically your grandmother but I swear you guys have the same smile.”

Alex smiles even as her eyes grow damp. “And I was saying to mom how cute I thought you’d look as an old lady- that I pictured us out on a front porch together, heckling the neighbor kids. And we’d have like, ten cats.” Alex laughs wetly, picturing it again.

She stares at the glasses. “That was the day mom told me how Kryptonian biology affects aging on earth.”

Eliza, always one to be upfront, had gently corrected her. Had explained that Kara would age slowly, that the sun in her Kryptonian cells would keep her alive much longer than the average human.

That Alex would grow old without her.

That she wouldn’t live to see Kara with grey hair and creases around her eyes.

And Alex, even at that age, had put together what went unsaid.

That Kara would likely outlive all of them.

Would live through the deaths of her friends and family.

Would be the last. Again.

“So I know- I’ve known, since that day, that you’re probably going to outlive me. That even if I get to be a sassy old cat lady, chances are I’d…”

Alex looks to the side.

“I always mean it, you know, when I promise that I’ll be there, that I’m not going anywhere- I do. But…“

But there’re some things you can’t control, now matter how smart or determined you are.

But it’s not a promise she can keep, not for sure. And so every time she says “always” something twists in her gut, because she doesn’t truly know how long their always will be.

A small sigh. “And now we’ve got these insane jobs, both of us.”

Kara put on her family crest, became a hero for the city, the world. And Alex is so fucking proud- she is- even though it kills her every time her sister throws herself in front of danger.

“I love that I get to do this, and that you get to be the hero I always knew you were.”

She thinks through the close calls they’ve had, both of them.

“But I promised myself a long time ago that I would keep you safe. That I would protect you, no matter what. ”

She’s always known there was a real possibility- that her purpose as a protector could get her killed. But she’d made her peace with it a long time ago, considers it an honor to get to fight for the person- the people- she loves most in this world.

She tips her head back to the ceiling, rasping out a whisper. “So I always thought it would be me.”

“Even with the aliens and Cadmus and these insane threats you face- I promised to protect you, and I would.” She swallows hard, nodding. “I would- not just for Supergirl, but for you, Kara. Would gladly give my life for yours. Every time.”

She picks up Kara’s hand, the coolness of her skin a shocking contrast to its normal over-warmth. Alex’s eyes trace her sister’s form, cataloguing each injury, every bandage- as she has a hundred times in the last few days. Each wound is a bruise on Alex’s heart.

“So I thought it would be me. But I wasn’t- I wasn’t there, and I think I forgot-“ A ghost of sticky warmth- of deep, devastating, red- plays across her hands.

“Ever since that day, I’ve been trying to protect you from the likelihood that I’d be the one to leave you, and-“

I forgot that you might be the one to leave.

Instead she says, “I don’t know if you can hear me Kara, but…”

“I know, after all you’ve endured, you of all people have the right to rest, to find peace. And,“ Her voice breaks. “I know you might just want to join your family in Rao’s light, I- that’s okay. It’s okay if that’s what you want.”

Alex shakes her head even as she says the words, a whispered confession to the stillness. “But I don’t know if I can do this without you. I don’t want to do this without you.”

She wills Kara to hear her, wherever she is. “So please- please fight. Come back to us.”

Alex brushes a kiss across Kara’s bruised knuckles, barely grazing the mottled skin, and lays her head down beside their hands. She allows her eyes to close, body and mind spent.

Don’t leave.

///

Winn reaches blindly for his cup, almost knocking it over- oops- and when he gives it a little shake, the barely-there sound of liquid splashing the sides confirms he’s out. Frack.

He stares at the cup forlornly. One of these days he’ll convince J’onn of the essential, life-giving, mission-aiding benefits of having a coffee machine in the command center.

But today is not that day.

Draining the last few swigs in one gulp, he’s about to push back from his station when a new window opens unprompted in the middle of his screen. Winn frowns. That’s… weird.

A white cursor blinks at him from a plain black background, then letters form rapidly.

“Is this H4NS0LQ?”

His frown deepens. He hasn’t used that call sign since joining the DEO.

Sitting up higher, he does a quick sweep of the other techs working- no one seems to be paying attention. It should be- it is impossible for someone to contact him from outside the DEO without his initiation… just in case, he starts running a trace in the background, fortifying their firewalls, checking for any abnormal incoming or outgoing data.

He tilts his head and types back. “Who’s asking?”

A pause, the cursor flashing. “Call me Je.T.S.”

Winn’s brain short-circuits. Je.T.S. is notorious in the hacking community: elusive, brilliant- legend. Good enough to have wreaked havoc across countries and governments around the world, but surprisingly selective in the hacks they do- and all seemingly for the greater good. Not that Winn’s been following their work for the last few years, or anything.

He shakes his head- there’s no way. This has to be a prank. He scans over the top of his computer again, looking for someone paying too much attention (or obviously trying not to look his way).

“Sure. Why don’t you pro-“

His response is interrupted by an enormous data dump. Hundreds of files download and open, flashing across his screen. He’s able to catch a few key words repeated: LuthorCorp. Cadmus. Classified.

It’s over in seconds, the final file displayed prominently in the center of his screen: the building plans for a LuthorCorp testing facility, circa 1985.

“Holy shit.” This should not be possible-

“Heard you’re looking for a missing friend. Thought this might help.”

“HOLY SHIT.”

The chat window disappears. Winn runs to find Alex.

///

Lena's chance comes on the third day. (At least she thinks it's the third day. Would it kill them to do their evil machinations in a building with some windows?)

The goon assigned to shadow her is sloppy and clearly thinks she poses about as much of a threat as a kitten.

She fully intends to take advantage of his gross miscalculation.

He leaves her alone in the lab with just a glare that says "don't try anything." Lena smiles demurely and continues tinkering away at her work table.

Once the lock clicks in place behind him she grabs the make-shift electronic pick she's thrown together and presses her ear against the door. He's gone.

A few moments later she's sneaking down the hall and into the server room. She keeps the lights off, riffling through the desk tucked in one corner by the blue-tinted glow of the many tiny lights on the servers, blinking at her like so many eyes. The hum of the computers drowns out any other sound and Lena knows it will mask her movements- but also prevent her from hearing someone approach.

She tries not to dwell on how flimsy this plan is.

Okay…there you are.

Lena plugs the flash drive in and starts copying lines of code.

C'mon, c'mon...

"HEY!"

Lena snags the flash drive and ducks out of her chair, kicking it back to tangle in the legs her supposed babysitter. She slips between the rows of servers just as shots ping against the metal housing units.

So much for mother's orders not to harm me.

She hears cursing and grunts as he tries to follow her between the narrow rows. More shots sound and something sharp bites into her arm. She ignores it, ducking and weaving between the rows. She's almost there.

Lena slams open the door at the back of the room, spilling out into the hallway. She turns to sprint away but runs right into a burly form in black. She twists, almost escaping his grasp but two arms clamp around her from behind.

Lena goes limp, and the guard grunts in surprise at her sudden dead weight, tipping forward, off-balance. Lena pivots and uses his momentum to push him toward the door- which crashes open as the babysitter catches up, knocking the other guard out cold.

Oops.

They're all a tangle of limbs now, but the guy that's been chasing her gets free first, and Lena just barely manages to turn her head so the blow clips her brow instead of breaking her nose.

Shit. She felt that.

She's on the ground, half on top of the unconscious guard. Even with her ears ringing she can hear the other guy standing over her. "I don't care whose daughter you are. You're not worth the fucking trouble."

Lena plays disoriented- okay, it's actually not that hard to do what with her head throbbing and all that- while she reaches beneath her.

Ch-chick. "Any last words?"

Thanks for stalling for me.

Lena rolls over, gun in hand.

Two shots ring out.

///

Lena hits him square in the chest.

But she's not hit- (she’s not, right?)

Where did the other-?

The Cadmus agent crumples to the side, revealing Alex Danvers, armed to the teeth and storming the hall like a freaking commando. "Lena!"

Alex takes the guard's gun out of his limp hand, tucking it in the small of her back. Crouching down, she slings her own weapon to the side so she can help Lena stand. Her brow is furrowed with worry as she takes in the scuffs and bruises on Lena's face. "How bad are you hurt?"

Lena winces briefly as she stands but waves away Alex's concern. "I'm fine. Looks worse than it is."

Alex looks like she might press but just nods. "Alright. Maggie's clearing us an exit." She starts to move away, clearly expecting Lena to follow.

Lena grabs her arm, "Wait, Alex, what happened- Kara- is she alright?"

Alex tries valiantly not to react to Kara's name but she flinches involuntarily. Someone less adept at reading people might've missed it, but you don't become the CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire without mastering the art of observation. Lena's heart drops.

Alex searches Lena's face and Lena sees the moment Alex realizes that she knows.

The sorrow in Alex's gaze lands a blow far worse than any she's taken today.

"She's alive." It comes out as a whisper, a prayer.

For now. The qualifier goes unspoken, hanging like a specter in the space between them.

Alex opens her mouth only to close it again, lips pressed into a firm line, as if she wants to say more, but can't.

Lena has so many questions- Where is she? What happened? How bad is it? Who's taking care of her?- but knows they need to wait. She senses that Alex is walking a fine line between sister and agent- that her heart is wherever Kara is and it's taking an incredible amount of will to be focused here, now.

Lena feels that pull as well, has been fighting it since she lost sight of Kara on the roof- and she's so close- so close to seeing her, to confirming with her own eyes that Kara's still alive... but they've got to get out first.

Lena sucks in a breath. She's alive. That will have to do for now.

They mutually force their attentions back to the problems at hand. Alex reaches back, handing over the gun she'd taken off the Cadmus agent.

She waits for Lena to check that the magazine is full and flip the safety off, for her to nod that she's ready, then leads them down the hall, tapping her mic as they move. "Rebel Command, this is Red Leader. I've got Skywalker."

Lena arches a startled eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Alex grimaces and whispers as they proceed down the hall. "Winn won a bet and now he gets to come up with operational code names for the next three months."

Lena huffs a short laugh despite their situation. That certainly explains a lot. The unexpected levity eases the tightness in her chest- maybe Winn is even more of a genius than she realized.

(What Alex doesn't tell Lena is that the bet was about her and Kara.

“My sister does not like Lena- not like like. I mean, they're close but- I think I would know if she was interested in someone- especially her best friend."

"Wanna bet?”

Alex should've known better- Winn had been angling for mission naming rights for months. He wouldn't have bet without being damn sure he'd win.

Despite her confidence, Alex was reluctant to ask Kara outright- but in the end she didn't need to. As soon as she started looking for it- at game nights, movie nights, how Kara talked about Lena, how she rearranged her schedule to spend time with her- well. It was so obvious Alex can't believe she missed it. She was distraught enough about being out of touch with her sister that she ended up conceding the bet to Winn without a fight.

And apparently she'd been the last to notice- when she told Maggie she just winced sympathetically.

“Babe I could've told you not to take that bet."

"You knew?"

"Alex, there's been something between them since the beginning- I just didn't know if they'd ever act on it.”)

The two women continue to move stealthily down the hall, Alex leading, rifle up, steps sure.

They pass through several corridors, winding through the labyrinthian facility. They've encountered little resistance but the sounds of gunshots can be heard faintly, and Alex knows their luck won't last.

She signals Lena to stop for a moment while she consults the layout Winn gave her. Gun up, covering them while Alex checks the readout, Lena whispers, "So which Skywalker am I?"

Alex snorts.

Two lefts and a right.

She tucks the layout back into one of the pockets of her tactical vest. They keep moving, the sound of gunfire growing slightly louder.

She whispers back, "Leia, of course. Luke is a whiny little- SHIT!"

Two guards are waiting for them around the corner.

Alex ducks under the swing of the first, grabbing his arm and twisting it into a lock behind his back. She uses him as leverage to land a kick to the gut of the second guard, doubling him over.

Lena, meanwhile, casually plucks the taser from the first guard's belt and zaps the second one in the neck. She holds the taser out to Alex who just smiles wickedly. She knees her guy in the face and lets him drop to the ground.

"I'm good. Thanks though."

Lena shrugs and returns Alex's grin with one of her own.

With her heart pounding in her ears, adrenaline coursing through her limbs, she can almost forget the tight band of worry around her chest, the constant thrum of Kara, Kara, Kara.

Almost.

Footsteps and shouts ring out at the end of the hall and both women swing about, weapons raised- but it's Maggie who dives around the corner, rolling out of a somersault and into a crouch from which she shoots the guard following her. He drops and she glances over her shoulder with a cocky smirk. "Hey guys. Ready to go?"

Alex rolls her eyes, but when Maggie gets close she can't help it- she pulls Maggie in for a hug and a quick, rough kiss, then pushes her half-heartedly. “Showoff."

Maggie's dimples are on full display. She shrugs, head to shoulder. "What can I say? I'm a badass." She leans around Alex to get a good look at Lena, frowning at the injuries she can see. "You okay, Luthor?”

Lena nods, looking somewhat disbelievingly at the pair, with their guns and kisses and bravado. She gets the feeling this is just another day in the life for them.

Maggie and Alex reach for their ears at the same time and Maggie starts walking briskly down the hall. "Time to go!"

"Vasquez has our exit?" Alex asks, motioning Lena to follow, taking rear guard herself.

Maggie nods even as she clears the next corner. "The evil queen slipped away again though."

Alex feels fury rise up to choke her but she pushes it down- nothing to be done about it now. They'll get Lena to safety, Kara will get better, and then they'll take care of Lillian, together.

They move to the roof with relative ease, headed for the chopper that alights just as they step out of the stairwell. Vasquez motions them forward, backlit by the flare she’d dropped to signal their exfil.

Alex double checks they’ve got all members of the small strike team on board and then signals to the pilot with a swirling motion of her hand.

“Command, this is Red Leader. Phase One complete, Phase Two is a go. I repeat, Phase Two is a go.”

As the chopper rises, a swarm of black vehicles becomes visible below, approaching with deadly speed.

Lena, strapped in across from Alex, notes the secondary strike team and looks at her questioningly. She shouts over the whir of the rotors, “Phase Two?”

Alex’s look is steady, loaded with something Lena can’t quite decipher. “You were our priority. We sent a small insertion team to best take advantage of the element of surprise. Those guys,” she tilts her head down toward the trucks, “will go in and clear the facility, gather as many operatives and as much information as they can.”

Oh.

That’s… Lena’s not used to being prioritized like that.

And she doesn’t miss that “we sent a small insertion team” actually means Alex gathered Maggie and a few of her best agents and volunteered to lead an incredibly dangerous extraction. For her.

Alex gives her a tight smile and then turns her attention back to the updates coming in through her comms. Lena leans her head back, content to close her eyes for the duration of the ride. The stress of the last few days catches up to her and the security of being among allies- friends- lulls her into a light sleep.

///

It’s Maggie who notices first. They’re walking through the grey halls of the DEO when she double takes and pulls Lena to a stop, voice laced with concern.

“Hey, you’re hit!”

Lena looks at her blankly- she’s entirely focused on getting to Kara and why Maggie would stop them is beyond her- until Maggie points to her arm. There’s a tear in the sleeve of the borrowed black tactical jacket she’d been wearing around the cold Cadmus facility, the fabric around it shining in the lights. When Lena touches the edges her fingers come away red. “Oh.”

She pulls on the fabric and a jagged tear in her skin becomes visible through the hole. “I didn’t feel it.” She drops her hand. “I’m sure it’s not that b-“

“Alex!” Maggie calls out, ignoring Lena’s protest and waving down her fiancé.

“You guys, it’s fine-“

Maggie tsks, and Alex steps in, gently handling Lena’s arm to check the wound herself. She seems satisfied it’s not too severe and steps back, one hand still on Lena’s arm, giving her a once-over. “You sure you’re not hit anywhere else?”

Maggie’s doing the same and Lena would point out that the coordinated movements is adorable if she didn't think they'd kick her ass and also could they just keep moving please?

“I don’t believe so.” Lena looks down at herself and then shrugs at them, everything in her body language pushing to keep walking. Kara is literally yards away and she just- she just needs to lay eyes on her.

Maggie’s expression is a mix of affection and exasperation, but she picks up on Lena’s impatience. “Alright, c’mon. You can treat her in the infirmary, right Alex?”

Alex nods the affirmative.

Lena just barely manages to hide her relief as they continue on. The DEO is a maze of hallways, each as unremarkable as the next, and so when they round a corner into the medical wing Lena is somewhat unprepared for the suite of glass-walled rooms and beeping monitors and gleaming sterile surfaces. Lena’s eyes search urgently for a glimpse of blond hair. She’s about to step past the first few rooms when she’s stopped- again- by a hand on her arm, and she swears, if one more person delays her she’s going to lose her shit.

She turns, not bothering to hide her frustration, “Alex-“

Oh.

The badass agent in charge is gone, and it’s Alex, Kara’s big sister, Lena’s tentative friend, who looks at her now with sorrow and sympathy and caution in her eyes. The shift is so dramatic it stops Lena completely.

Alex releases the grip she had on Lena’s arm, starts to cross her arms and shifts mid gesture to bury her hands in her pockets.

“Sorry.” And she does look sorry, and exhausted, like the weariness is stitched to her bones.

Lena’s frustration knocks back a few clicks.

“I know you’re eager to see her, I just- it’s…” Alex swallows and looks down. She does cross her arms now, and her voice is a low rasp when she continues. “It’s bad.”

The cold returns, seeping into Lena’s chest.

Alex lifts her gaze to meet Lena’s and Lena finally sees the fracturing that Alex has endured these last few days. “I didn’t want you to go in there without any warning.”

“Oh. I- Okay,” Lena nods. It’s not okay- icy fingers of dread are clawing along her spine- but the thrum of Kara’s name is still beating in time with her heart, and she’ll just have to deal with whatever comes next. “Okay.”

Alex nods back, a bit unsure, her gaze assessing, and then she simply turns and leads the way to Kara’s room.

Winn looks up from Kara’s side, his eyes widening when he sees Lena. Lena just barely manages to maneuver her injured arm out of the way before he wraps her in a firm hug. Lena’s gaze is fixed beyond him, but she returns the hug, thankful for someone to lean on as she takes in the pale form lying on the bed.

Alex was right to warn her.

Winn pulls back and whatever he was about to say is abandoned when he sees her face. He squeezes her shoulder once in sympathy. “She’s… stable.”

Lena doesn’t really register his words, though by his expression they’re meant to comfort.

There’s a dull roar in her ears.

She steps slowly into the room, vaguely aware of Alex and Winn discussing Kara’s vitals from the last few hours, Maggie moving out into the hall to check in with J’onn and NCPD.

She stops at the edge of the bed, close enough she can feel the warmth emanating from the lamps placed along the sides.

(Sun lamps, if she had to guess. She’s struck suddenly by a reel of memories- flashes of both Kara and Supergirl tilting her head toward the sun, one moment playing after the other in quick succession.)

A new kind of pain makes itself known in her chest.

Because this is what she’s been fighting for- to get to Kara’s side, to find her alive. And Kara is alive… but though Lena’s not a medical professional, she’s smart enough to know that the array of machines around Kara indicates a fragile hold on life. One she’s not capable of sustaining on her own.

“Lena?” She starts, the roar in her ears starting to dissipate as she turns to look at Alex. Alex gestures with gloved hands to the cart in front of her. “I can take a look at that graze, if you’re ready.”

Lena nods, sinking into the chair beside the bed. Winn pauses on his way out the door, placing a hand on Lena’s shoulder. “Good to have you back, Skywalker.”

And it’s that bit of kindness, the gift of a smile and a moment of levity that pulls Lena fully from the trance she’d fallen into. She manages a small but sincere smile in return. “Thank you.” Her gaze conveys that she knows his part in her rescue, in taking care of Kara.

He nods, slipping his hands into his pockets, ducking his head once before looking back at her. “Any time.”

Winn leaves and Alex finishes prepping the gauze and tools she brought over. Lena shrugs out of the jacket, unable to hide her wince as the wound pulls. Alex frowns but doesn’t otherwise comment, for which Lena is grateful.

Her shirt sports a long hole torn by the bullet and is soaked through with blood. Alex brandishes a pair of scissors. “Probably easiest if just cut this away- you alright with that?”

Lena nods, her gaze straying to the bed beside them.

Alex is efficient and as gentle as she can be. She cleans and treats the wound, telling Lena what she’s doing along the way, pausing to let her brace before the painful parts, her hands steady and sure, her voice calm and soothing. When the stitching starts, Lena doesn’t watch, turning to Kara instead, reaching out with her unoccupied arm to take Kara’s hand in her own.

She tries not to dwell on how unnatural the stillness is, but seeing Kara like this Lena realizes just how much motion is a part of who Kara is. Graceful fingers and endearing gestures, powerful punches and sure, sweeping strides.

The local anesthetic Alex administered isn’t doing much but Lena’s grateful for the pain. It’s keeping her grounded.

Alex finishes wrapping her arm and Lena breaks the silence. “How bad is it?”

Alex’s hands still from where she was adjusting items on the tray. The gaze she turns on Lena is calculating, and Lena can’t help but sit a bit straighter.

“Would you like to see her chart?”

That’s… unexpected.

Despite her relationship with Kara and some of the others here, Lena is still a Luthor, in a secret government facility, newly in possession of the identity of their most valuable asset. And now Alex is offering her full access to information about the precarious well-being of National City’s beloved hero.

(She’s also used to doctors dancing around their answers, speaking in “if”s and “maybe”s and “we hope”s. Kara mentioned her sister not finishing medical school, but Alex Danvers is clearly a medical professional. And yet, like all things Danvers, it would appear she’s not an ordinary one.)

Unexpected or not, Lena nods gratefully.

Alex peels off one of her gloves, retrieving a tablet and swiping a few times before handing it to Lena. “If you hold still I can clean up that cut while you read.”

Lena is already three pages in and makes a vague affirmative sound, barely noting when Alex starts working on the cut along her brow. She asks a few clarifying questions as she pours over the information, but otherwise they fall into an amicable silence.

Lena finishes reading, her head swirling. “So she would normally have healed by now, aided by the solar lamps.”

Alex nods from her spot across the bed. Lena leans back, already weighing and discarding a dozen possible answers in her mind. “And we just… wait for her to wake up?”

Alex heaves a sigh, resting her elbows on her knees. “I’ve run every test, brought in an expert on alien physiology- we’ve literally tried everything Winn and the medical staff and I can think of.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know what else to do.” It comes out quiet and Lena sees the toll that admission takes in the curve of Alex’s shoulders.

“We’re not going to stop trying, and I would gladly take any input you’ve got, but-“ Alex leans back again, crossing her arms, exhaustion lining her features. “Yeah, for now, we wait.”

Lena’s certain she’ll have suggestions as she processes the information- and she’s surprised and thrilled to be read in- but Alex’s eyes have drifted closed and she can feel her own growing heavy. Pulling her chair closer to the bed, Lena laces her fingers with Kara’s, propping her head up with the other hand.

The refrain beating in her chest changes.

Kara is Supergirl.

Kara is alive.

Nothing is going to be the same, she’s certain. But for the first time since she watched Kara disappear off that rooftop, she feels a spark inside her chest.

It’s not much, but it’s something.

Hope.

#supergirl fanfiction #fic update #supergirl #mine

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Title: Show and Tell Fandom: The Walking Dead Pairing: Rick Grimes/Michonne Rating: M Summary: Aaron volunteers to join Rick and Michonne on their next scavenging trip and, despite his good intentions and their best efforts, they’re both far from pleased. Author's Note: Here goes my first foray into the Richonne fandom—I can only hope I did the fabulous pairing justice!

Spoilers for 7x12.

“I could’ve gone a couple more days. I would have liked that,” Rick had said.

And, if she’s honest with herself, she would have to.

If she’s honest with herself (and she has no reason not to be at this stage), she doesn’t think she’s had what she has with Rick with anyone else. Mike came close during the good days, she thinks, but it didn’t stick.

When things fell apart, Mike fell apart with them, and there was no bringing him back—not for anything or anyone.

That’s not to say that Rick hasn’t had his fall from grace, more than once by all accounts; but he always came back (to Carl and Judith, to the group, to her).

The time they spent on the road, alone, together, only served to cement her belief that this was it for the both of them. The things he said, the things they did—it was what she wanted that, again and again and again.

And so, when Aaron volunteers to join them on their next scavenging trip, Michonne’s heart drops in a way that doesn’t quite surprise her.

It makes sense that he’d want to come, makes sense that they seek they increase their numbers on these runs because, as capable as the two of them are, there are a myriad of things that can go wrong without another pair of eyes.

But, there’s so much more that can go right when it’s just the two of them.

It takes her mere seconds to see that Rick feels the same way.

He’s quiet throughout the day, supplying her with little more than small smiles and short answers when prompted with questions, clearly lost in thoughts she isn’t privy to just yet.

It isn’t until she’s put Judith to sleep and joined him in the kitchen that she’s finally awarded with the clarity she’s craving.

He has two of the ready-to-eat meals they found laid out with a single candle between them, an arrangement that pulls something at the pit of her stomach. Who would have guessed that Rick Grimes was a romantic of the highest caliber after all?

“We really hit the jackpot that day, didn’t we?” She smiles, seeking to lighten the mood before prying.

“Yeah, we did,” he says.

In more ways than one, she thinks, but does not say.

“Aaron wants to join us, one our next run,” he says after a few moments of silence.

She stops chewing almost instantly, and looks up to find him watching her. She wonders if he can see the enormous pit that just landed in her stomach, the disappointment that settles into the back of her throat.

“What did you tell him?” She asks with a casualness that she does not feel.

“What could I tell him?”

And he’s right, he is. How were they to turn away help they so desperately needed?

“Well, the more, the merrier, right?”

“No,” he simply states.

“Rick…”

“I know, I know. I’m being selfish,” he shakes his head, and her palm finds its way to his cheek before her mind directs it. “It’s just… it was good. Just the two of us, doing our thang out there. I liked that.”

“I did too,” she admits.

They’re silent for a few moments, his head bowed in what she knows is a keen disappointment.

Suddenly, before she spares a thought for what she’s doing, she leans closer to him, close enough that she can bring her lips right against his ear.

“You know what else I like?” She whispers, her lips brushing against the lobe in a way that draws a deep sigh from him.

“What?” He asks without turning to her, eyes closed and breathing heavy as she buries her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck (the way she knows he likes).

“This,” she tilts her head to the side, and presses her lips over his own, an invitation he’s clearly been waiting for if the way he instantly deepens the kiss is any indication.

They stay like that for a while, exploring each other in the leisurely way she’s grown to love until he pulls back, forehead resting against hers while his hands cup her face as if it’s the most precious thing that’s ever stood between them.

“What else--what else do you like?” He pants, and she can already feel herself growing wet.

She spares a brief thought for the fact that Carl isn’t home, and can potentially walk in on them any minute, before throwing caution to the wind.

She cups him though his jeans, and it’s obvious that she isn’t the only one who’s getting worked up. His constant hunger for her is another thing her body is still adjusting to, the intensity of it--the sheer frequency.

She’s stoking him now, and she can feel him growing harder still as her palm traces the length of him. He places his hand over her own, putting an end to her ministrations. It jars her enough that she tilts her head back so she can get a good look at him.

“Tell me what you like,” He says again, voice still raspy, but more than a whisper.

She swallows, unsure how to proceed. She’s no stranger to heated sex, far from it, but words don’t normally play a role. How can she tell him that she likes (loves) him, every brush of his hand, every kiss, every inch of him sliding in and out of her?

“You,” she simply states.

His eyes soften and, just like that, he’s kissing her again, nearly frantic in his movements before he wraps both hands around her waist and places her on the table directly before him.

His heat emboldens her, and the moment she’s able to break the kiss, she speaks.

“I like the way you look at me,” she whispers, and he pulls back to study her with hooded eyes, travelling from the planes of her face, to the exposed skin of her chest just above the opening of her tank top.

He takes his seat again, confusing her momentarily before he speaks.

“Show me then,” he gestures to her shirt, no doubt promoting her to remove it.

She doesn’t need to be asked twice, pulls it over her head in one swift motion, and is left in nothing but her black lace bra and his eyes mapping out a heated trail over her bare skin.

When his eyes meet hers again, she’s already undoing her bra, one quick click before she’s pulling the straps off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

He swallows then, and she knows it’s taking everything he has not to lay her across the table and bury himself inside her then and there.

She makes quick work of her jeans next (though she needs to stand for this one, close enough that he’d barely have to reach forward to touch her), but something keeps her from moving right to her underwear.

When Rick senses her hesitation, he gestures to her mid-section, wordlessly prompting her to remove them like she did everything else.

But something is still holding her back, keeping her from treading past the full-blooded state of exposure eliminating the garment will leave her in.

As if sensing her hesitation, Rick wraps both his hands around her waist, drawing her nearer.

He places an open-mouthed kiss on each of her breasts, the feel of his tongue and the scrape of his beard eliciting a quiet moan from her. He kisses his way down her stomach, all the way down to her navel, where he plants another kiss through the fabric of her underwear.

He wraps two fingers around the thin fabric, slowly drawing it down her legs until she’s lifting one foot, and then the other, to be rid of it completely.

He wastes no time in setting her atop the table again, drawing her legs wide open so he can stare right at her center, so two of his fingers can rub against the wetness of her lips and drive her mad with the need of him. The heat she feels blooming across her cheeks is almost unbearable.

“Rick—“

“You like that?” he drawls, his breathing just as heavy as hers.

“Yes—oh, yes,” she moans.

He sticks both fingers inside her then, pulls them in and out with the sound of her wetness making the gesture seem almost obscene.

She pulls him in for an open-mouthed kiss, while his fingers work to drive her mad. He curls them inside her, just the way she likes, and her moans between kisses are growing louder than she’d normally let them.

She needs him, all of him, now.

It’s with that resolve that she begins undoing his belt, her hands moving with a practiced precision that her mind can’t quite mimic.

When she pulls the length of him out, long and hard, she begins stroking him just way she knows he likes. She’s awarded with a long sigh and a shudder that has him breaking this kiss.

“Michonne—“

It’s his turn to find himself at a loss for words, and it has her smiling. She seizes the moment.

“I like when every inch of you is inside me,” she whispers against his ear, and, vaguely, she thinks that this may be the most brazen thing she’s ever said to a man.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, before raising both her thighs, pulling her against him, and sliding the entire length of his cock into her with one solid thrust.

She gasps, her head falling back while his lips latch onto her neck, sucking and biting as he’s thrusting in and out of her, fast and hard and desperate.

“It’s good?” he pants against her, and it takes a few moments for the words to register with her.

“Yes, so—so good,” she moans back.

It doesn’t take more than a few trusts to have her coming undone, the angle and the work his fingers put in before paying off in the best of ways.

She stifles her small scream against his lips, still taken aback by the desperate sounds he manages to draw from her.

He comes undone very soon after, pulling out just in time, his seed a stark contrast against the skin of her abdomen.

He grabs the nearest cloth and begins cleaning them both up, as is his habit, head bowed and eyes focused on his work. She succumbs to the urge to pull him in for a kiss on the cheek, his stubble prickling the skin of her lips in a way she’s grown to love.

“Next time,” She whispers, “you’re going to tell me what you like.”

#the walking dead #richonne #rick x michonne #rick grimes #michonne #fanfic

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