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honey-tea-stuff · 1 year
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fangirldreams101 · 4 months
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Coming Home pt. 7
DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader
TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, piv (unwrapped, reader is on pill though), mentions of r*pe and m*rder (nothing actually happens though), goes from fluff to angst to smut, you chose the enter this emotional rollercoaster, they may be hot but they are hot with feelings, dub-con (technically consent is given, but its morally grey), oral (fem receiving)
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Throughout the rest of Negan's stay, you both became rather close. You gave him a proper tour of the small town you now called home and showed him all your favorite spots. He took you out on a few dates behind your dad's back, you both enjoying your time together. He loved to treat you after fucking your brains out, having you walk around without any panties so he could pull you into a dark corner and fuck you against the wall. He devoured every part of you that he could, it was like he wanted to memorize your body for when he would have to go back home. You had zero unrealistic expectations about your relationship, you were both just there for a good time until Negan had to fly back to Washington. He might not choose to take the job and you were not planning on getting tied down when you just started college anyway. But although you two were on the same page, it looked like some others did not get the memo.
Daryl shared what he saw the night of your birthday with Rick and Shane. Shane was just mad that someone got to you first, but Rick and Daryl were furious. How dare some dumb shit come in and fuck you when they couldn't? And then they had to see Negan parade you around like he just won himself the prized pony at the town fair. You were too innocent, too good for a man like Negan. Sure, they didn't know a thing about him, but they were more than certain they could treat you a million times better than he ever could. So they attempted to hatch various little schemes to make Negan look bad. However, none of them made it past the drawing board. The saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,' did not apply at all to them. They would end up bickering amongst themselves and not a single plan came to fruition.
Any semblance of a truce between the three of them broke one fateful night.
Your dad was out drinking with some coworkers and you were at home, working on schoolwork. Suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. Cautiously, you crept down the stairs and looked through the peep hole to find out who it was. It was Rick, bloodshot eyes and messed up hair. You quickly unlocked and opened the door, worried about his mental state.
"Hey is everything ok," you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
His head shot up at the sound of your voice, clearly not expecting you to be the one to answer the door.
He didn't say anything which made you uneasy, so you lied about the whereabouts of your dad, "Were you looking for my dad? I can call him if you'd like."
He just stood there, looking at you. Honestly, it freaked you out, murder and rape statistics where the culprit is someone you know flashed through your head as you began to slowly backtrack on your words.
"How about you give me a second and I get my dad. He's upstairs, but it'll only take a second-," you began but Rick suddenly collapsed to his knees.
"Jesus! Rick, what's wrong," you cry out, running to his side.
His hands shoot out, pulling you into a rough kiss. Your body stills in shock, before struggling and pushing him away.
‘HEY," you yell, before softening your voice, "You are not in your right mind right now. Either you calm down and speak, or you leave."
Rick's bloodshot eyes began to tear up and you never thought you would see the day the man would be so vulnerable like this.
"Lori's takin' the kids," he shakily breathed out.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, "Oh god, Rick, I'm so sorry."
He buried his face into his hands and began to sob. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into the house and led him to a couch. You sat down next to him, pulling a blanket over his shoulders as the poor man broke down. You just held him, allowing him to cry out all his frustrations onto your shoulder.
After a while, his cries slowed to a stop and he pulled away. You offered him some napkins to wipe his face and he did so.
You both sat in silence for a bit before you broke it, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not much to talk about," his voice was rough, guarded, as if he was disappointed in himself for letting you see him like this.
"Is there anything you would like me to do," you asked, your voice kind and gentle, and completely undeserving of the storm running through his head.
"Can I kiss ya," he asked.
"Rick...," you said hesitantly, "You didn't want anything to do with me before and I'm worried that you'll regret it if you do something now. I don't want to take advantage of what you're feeling right now.“
He leaned close to you, eyes pleading, "I swear 'm not gonna regret it. I need ya, darlin'. Please."
He leaned in and pressed his swollen lips to yours. You didn't kiss back but after a moment of him running his fingers into your hair, mumbling words of praise and desire, you gave in.
"As long as you are sure," you said between his kisses.
"'m sure, 'm so sure. Wanted ya for so long, darlin'. Ya got no idea, how hard its been," he groaned out.
"Woah, there cowboy, I got a bedroom y'know," you gave a small smile, pulling Rick up and walking him up to your room.
As soon as the door was closed, he was on you like an animal. Desperate kisses placed against your neck and hands wandering all over your body. You moaned in response, your own hands tugging at the buttons on his shirt. Prying your clothes off each other, you take a moment to appreciate the handsome man on top of you. He pressed himself into your neck growling at the sight of Negan's marks littering your body. He begins to suck and bite over them, as if he was trying to cover up any evidence that Negan had you. Your naked bodies tumbled onto the bed, hands groping and pulling at each others' flesh. Rick lifted your hips, moving down your body, placing kisses as he went.
You offered to take care of him instead, but he looked up at you with his big eyes and pleaded to let him do this. With a nod of confirmation, he dug his face into you, eating you out like a man starved. Low groans of appreciation left his lips, his eyes closing in bliss as he licked a long stripe up your lips. He began to suckle on your clit, causing you to flail at the pleasure. You panted and moaned loudly, Rick having to force your hips down lest you accidently kick him. You reached your peak quickly, waves of pleasure crashing over you but Rick turned it into a tsunami as he continued to finger your slick folds and circle your clit with his mouth.
"Rick, 's too much," you moaned out at the overstimulation, trying to push him away.
He looked like a man possessed, like not a single word you were saying was getting through to him. As you tried to move away, his grip on your hips tightened, leaving marks as he just tugged you ever closer to his face. He kept mumbling incoherent words, you only picking up, "so pretty," "all mine," and, "waited so long." The desperate, sinful phrases he uttered sent vibrations through you, reaching another crescendo as you came again.
"Rick," you cried out in a long-drawn out moan, "Please."
The man blinks, looking like he fell out of a trance. He pulls away, allowing you to slump down in relief.
"'m sorry, darlin'," he said, wiping the glisten off of his face, "You just tasted so good."
"It's okay," you panted, still trying to catch your breath.
Rick takes that as his cue to continue, and he surges forward, spreading your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds.
"Wai- oh," you moan out as Rick plunges into you with one hard thrust.
He's girthy, stretching you out despite all of the wetness on you. It takes your breath away, but feels amazing and you cling onto his shoulders, pulling him close.
Without hesitation, Rick begins to move, thrusting in and out of you at a harsh pace. Once again, he acts like a man possessed, violently humping you. He bites and sucks on your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples. He switches from thrusting to giving shallow thrusts while grinding against your clit. It's like he is trying to be as deep inside of you as he can. He halts his assault on your breasts, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.
In return, you wraps your legs around his hips, helping him reach deeper inside of you. You both moan out sweet nothings, words of empty affection and desire. Eventually, Rick grunts, pushing in deep and stilling, as white hot ribbons pulse out and line your walls.
As soon as he feels that every drop is in you, he slowly pulls out before quickly plugging you up with his fingers, causing you to cry out. He moves his head back down again, lapping at you while his fingers push his cum deeper inside. He tastes the mixture of you both and it makes him happy to know that there is such physical evidence of you together. You cry out one last time, lurching upwards as Rick helps you ride out your high. He finally pulls away completely and you let out a small laugh in absolute disbelief of how good that was.
"That good, huh, darlin'," Rick grinned and you nodded, reaching down to pull him in for a kiss.
You both relaxed into the bed, giddy and cuddled up next to each other.
After a bit of peace, you looked up at him, "Are you feeling better?"
He smiled, leaning down and kissing your forehead, "Much."
"Thank you," he murmured into your hair and you smiled, "Anytime."
The serenity you both created was broken by the sound of the door to the house closing and your dad's voice booming out, "Hi! I'm home!"
Whatever little pocket of peace, the temporary paradise you bestowed upon each other, was shattered with those three words. Rick rolled away from you like a man on fire, dropping to the ground in an effort to scramble for his clothes.
"Fuck," you whispered and the man muttered unholy mantras under his breath as he struggled to put his clothes on.
You put on a nightgown you owned and a robe, "Calm down. He doesn't come into my room without knocking and you left nothing downstairs that would be evidence you were here. You're going to have to wait for him to go to his room before you can slip out the door anyway."
You heard your dad call for you again as his footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and down the hall towards your room. You and Rick looked at each other in a panic.
"I can jump outta the window, a fracture never hurt nobody," he said, already pulling at the window.
Your dad knocked on the door, "Sweetie? Everything okay? Just got back from hanging with the guys."
You signaled to Rick to stop moving and to stay quiet, before calling back out to him, "Yeah everything's good! Just woke up from a nap is all! I'll be down in a sec!"
Your dad yawned, "No worries! Take your time too, think Imma take a shower 'n freshen up."
You could hear him move away from your door and towards the bathroom. Neither you nor Rick moved a hair until the sounds of the water rushing caused you to both sag in relief.
"Were you really about to jump out the window, just to avoid him," you quipped, quirking an eyebrow.
Rick did not look amused, "I really don't want to hurt him."
You put your hands up in a surrendering motion, you really didn't want to redo this conversation again, "Okay, okay. Let's get you out of here."
You poked your head out of the room, double checking that the coast was clear and then motioned for Rick to follow you. You guys climbed down the stairs and reached the front door. You both went out onto the porch and he began to move away.
Quickly, you grasped onto his arm, "You're not going to start treating me coldly again, are you?"
"Pretty sure it was you doin' that, darlin'," he chuckled, but stopped seeing your expression.
"You know what I mean," you pouted.
Rick sighed, before reaching down and pecking you on the head, "I do. And I won't."
You gave a bright smile, practically blinding him. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you planted a sweet kiss on his lips.
"I look forward to seein' you around, then."
Rick nodded, a slight blush covering his face, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, darlin'."
He stepped away, turning to watch you reenter the house before going back on his way home. Life kept draining him, but you kept him going like a solar-powered battery.
Next up:
"YOU DID WHAT TO MY KID?" Your dad roared.
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bidaryl · 3 months
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time travel fix it au's are done to death in this fandom but also they're my favourite thing in the world so au where the entire show happens as is and it's heartbreaking and inspiring etc but then. restart button. waking back up at the start of the end except only the people that lived remember
wanna think about what would happen when daryl and carol wake up at camp, remembering everything that happened; carol stronger, knowing in her gut that everything that she remembers is real, and daryl fucking terrified, because if everything in his head actually happened, then what the fuck is this
wanna think about a rick dragging a hostile merle and a wide-eyed glenn back to camp, memories completely intact, and running to reunite with his family. not letting daryl go and hugging carol so so so tight, collapsing to the ground with carl in his arms
wanna think about them dragging the atlanta group to the farm, maggie leaving the front porch light on for them, and everyone reuniting. rick seeing hershel again, daryl seeing beth, carol pulling sophia close, and maggie being unable to even breath, looking at glenn
wanna think about them tossing up whether to even go to the prison, but they met important people there, and alexandria's a long way, and if they're gonna survive this time–if they're gonna live–they're gonna do it right
so they go to the prison so they can figure out their next step, and michonne's there and waiting, andre on her hip, and they deal with the governor before the governor deals with them, and sasha and tyresse finally show up, they find the prisoners, and then one day they get a knock on the front gate, and it's negan
negan showing up, no baseball bat in hand but his leather jacket still in place, a sick but alive lucille by his side, laura and doctor franklin behind him, and all he's got to say is at the end of the world, i know which side i wanna be on
the fallout of that, of maggie being against it, of rick never having gotten to see negan at the end, not knowing the choices he made, the good and the bad. daryl and carol looking at glenn, seeing him alive and in love and having no memory of his last moments, and never wanting anything to ruin that, but negan saved judiths life, helped save all their lives. he chose, in the end, and now it's their turn
wanna think about a future where beth doesn't die, but they go on a rescue mission to get noah anyway. a future where tara turns up with her niece, led by eugene with abraham and rosita following right behind him
wanna think about how they'd handle terminus, how they'd handle the claimers. wanna think about them trying to find father gabriel, except gabe made it the first time around, and he wasn't wasting his second chance. he saved his flock, and he led them to alexandria, and he's waiting
wanna think of connie's group searching for hilltop. not finding maggie, or alden, but finding jesus. wanna think about lydia, being a fucking child, and watching her mother kill her dad, and remembering aaron telling her how loved she was
wanna think of the growing pains of them being able to save so many more family members this time, but god, a larger group is harder to keep alive
daryl trying to run interference with merle and everyone else, getting the jack of it one day and telling him he's already mourned him once, and he won't again. if merle wants to stay–to live–then it's up to him. daryl's not gonna babysit him anymore
rick trying to find his footing between lori and shane and judith, with carl, with michonne and andre. michonne looking at a weak but alive lori grimes holding a screaming and crying newborn in her arms, and knowing that she's never gonna be her daughter the way she was before, but knowing she'll always be something to her
carol struggling to be the mother sophia needs her to be, emotions too sharp and constantly fucking terrified. doesn't know how to hold onto someone like that anymore, either gripping too tight or not at all
maggie trying to exist in a world where she has everyone she's ever loved back, so close and so fucking dear, except it cost her her son. not knowing if she'll ever get him back at all. doesn't know how to live with the grief of losing someone she never technically had in this world
they make it to alexandria and it's aaron opening the gate for them, waiting to welcome them home
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anna-hawk · 1 year
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Always on my mind
Pairing: Shane Walsh x F!Reader Rating: E WC: ~1,7K Warning: unhealthy coping mechanism – post ZA – Sad reader – angst – smut – porn with feelings
I honestly don't know what this is. I've been having smut on the brain for days, but this turned out to be sadder than I meant it to be. I guess I also have a lot of feelings running around my head and this happened. Eh, I wrote some reader insert again at least XD. Also, I wrote this in one sitting, so if you see typos? Oops?
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You’re restless. The day had been long and one of the worst you’d had in a good while, which considering the times, should say enough. You toss and turn on your cot in one of the shared rooms in the Greenes’ house, unable to get the day’s images out of your head. You’d lost two of the five people who have travelled with you before you’d met Rick and Shane’s group. All of you had been strangers when everything had started falling apart, but after so long on the road together, you’d all become close. They, like you, had been aware of the risks, knew that death lies just around the corner if you let your guard down for even one second. You learn to deal with grief differently, moving on faster than anyone deserves, only because if you don’t, you’re next. Even if you sometimes think that it would be so much easier to just stop fighting. 
Contrary to the rest of your initial group, you hadn’t cried. You couldn't. Shane had stepped towards the bodies, but you’d pushed him away. You wanted to be the one to make sure that your friends wouldn’t turn, and fought down the tremor in your hand as you used your knife. You’d caught Shane watching you out of the corner of your eyes as Rick had come forward to speak kind words and squeezed your shoulder. You’d only vaguely nodded and helped to dig the graves, the labor stopping most thoughts. Hershel had said a few words afterwards, but you’d barely heard any of them, feeling physically and mentally drained. 
Despite your fatigue, hours later, you’re unable to sleep, and finally kick off the sheets to get up and leave the room. Carol sees you leave and gently grasps your hand as you pass by her. You look down at her and into her sorrowful eyes, her face illuminated by the moon coming through the curtains. She doesn’t say anything, but you understand her just fine. You can’t manage a smile, but return the gesture, and she lets go. 
You amble through the quiet house and exit through the main door. The cool air feels good on your skin, and you breathe in deeply. You absently stare at the tents sitting on Hershel’s land and are suddenly hit by an urge that you hope will help get your brain to stop working for a few hours of rest. You hop down the front steps and walk towards one specific tent. Dale is the only one still awake and sitting on the trailer, on watch. He’s not facing towards you, and you keep your steps light enough that he doesn’t hear you. You don’t really care if he does see you, but you also don’t want to deal with his misplaced disappointed look. You know too well what his opinion would be, and you couldn’t care less about hearing it. 
Kneeling in front of the tent, you unzip it as quietly as possible, but Shane is awake before you have it all the way open. He’s sitting up on his sleeping bag and greets you with his rifle aimed at your face. You stare at Shane over the barrel, face expressionless, as you wait for him to lower the gun. 
“Jesus fucking Christ. You got a death wish or somethin’?” He barks under his breath, mindful of the others, but levels you with a pissed off look while he puts the rifle away to the side. 
You roll your eyes, unsure if he can even see it since you have your back to the moon. You crawl forward on your hands and knees until your knees stop at each side of his thighs. You lift your upper body to fist both hands into Shane’s brown tee shirt and pull him into a kiss. 
“The fuck you’re doing?” Shane pushes you away with a palm over your chest, staring at you with a confused expression, his eyebrows lowering over his eyes. 
“What does it look like I’m doing?” You counter, pressing forward again, but Shane grabs you by the shoulders and holds you still. 
“Yeah, exactly. ‘s why I’m asking. Why 're you not going to Daryl? You two always look so chummy.” 
“Well, if you don’t want to, maybe I should,” you say with an exasperated sigh and pull back. 
You wouldn’t. You like Daryl a lot, but not like that. Shane obviously isn’t aware of that because he catches one of your wrists before you can move further away from him. 
“Didn’t say that,” he says gruffly and draws you back towards him with a hand over your nape. 
You let out a long exhale at the contact of his lips, opening your mouth for more, now. You deliberately turn the kiss into a filthy exchange, wanting nothing more than to get what you wanted across without speech. Shane understands well enough and moves the two of you until you’re sitting astride him and pulling at each other’s clothes. You break the kiss to remove your top, and the moment that your chest is bare in front of him, Shane surges forward to mouth over the skin between your breasts. Your breath catches once he turns his head to one side and sucks a nipple into his mouth. You roll your hips over his, feeling him swell under you and pushing up. Shane switches to your other nipple, making you groan when he lightly pulls on it with his teeth before sucking on it again. You fist the collar of his tee shirt and pull, getting desperate for more. Shane gets the hint and removes the tee shirt, angling his face to yours to kiss you a second later. You manage to push down your pants and kick them off while staying on top of him, reaching for the fastenings of his pants right after. 
“Come on,” you mutter angrily against his lips as Shane pushes your hands away once you’ve opened his fly. 
An instant later, Shane grabs you around the waist and throws you to the side, making you land on your back with a shocked gasp. Shane sits up between your legs, pants undone, but he doesn’t move for a beat, only staring at you. This time, he’s the one with his back to the moonlight, meaning that you can’t clearly see his expression. You’re about to complain about him stopping, when he lowers his upper half over you and kisses you silent, delving his tongue deep inside and licking over yours with intent. You moan and throw your arms around his shoulders, your thighs squeezing his sides. Holding himself up with an elbow next to your neck, his arm circling over your head, you feel his other hand slowly stroking down your body. He shuffles his knees forward until the back of your thighs rest over the top of his, moving your legs up and further apart. His fingers slide down your mound, two of them slipping between your folds.
You’re not ready for the way Shane breaches your wet entrance with those fingers, and you have to gasp sharply at the sudden pleasure of being filled. Shane leans up slightly, positioning himself to be able to look at you as his fingers start fucking you in earnest. Your chest bows up as you throw your head back and moan deeply, taken aback by Shane’s action. You’d intended for him to fuck you hard and fast to get your mind off the spiraling thoughts, playing into the fact that you know that the attraction is mutual. You hadn’t expected this, however. The way he’s watching you raptly as he works his hand quickly, to get you there as fast as possible. You want to turn your face away, push his hand away because it’s all becoming too much too soon. But you can’t. You have a hand gripping the top of the arm that’s fucking you, but you can’t do more than just keeping it there. It’s the fact that he’s observing you, though, that makes you unable to move. He’s looking for something, knowing that you came to him for a reason. To forget. 
Moan after moan leaves you, and you’re gritting your teeth as not to make too much noise. You have to bite your lower lip on a scream as Shane plunges another thick finger inside you. 
“Let go, Darlin’,” Shane rasps. “Come on.” 
And you do. Your brow creases as explosive bliss rocks through your entire body, making your legs quiver and tiny moans to leave through your lips. Shane guides you through it, shushing you and slowly kissing you. 
You barely register it when Shane hikes your thighs over his hips and lowers his whole body over you, until you feel his cock pushing inside you. You make a garbled sound as your tender walls are spread even further, on the brink of uncomfortable, but the pleasure wins once Shane starts moving and your voice goes higher. Shane clasps a palm over your mouth to stop you from getting louder, something you’re grateful for since you seem unable to hold back any longer. Definitely not once Shane pushes one of your legs up some more to give him a better angle, so that now, he can fuck into you deeper, hips snapping forward faster. In the half light, you can tell that his eyes never leave yours, his face only a few inches away from yours, over the hand still on your mouth. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and your heels into the back of his thighs as you start coming around him for the second time. You can feel your walls fluttering around his cock, and get an aborted few curses from Shane for it. He removes his hand from your mouth, and this time he catches any sound you make with his lips, sliding his tongue alongside yours and groaning deep in the back of his throat as he comes as well. 
Shane rests his forehead against yours, both of you breathing deeply for a while. As he slowly rolls to the side, you can actually feel how your body slowly unwinds, your mind going fuzzy with sleepiness. You know, in the far back of your head, that tomorrow you’ll have to deal with all of it. That you’ll probably have to talk about tonight with Shane. But as he helps your groggy body to move enough to put on a few clothes again and get you into a more comfortable position for sleep – because there’s no way that you’re going anywhere now – his barely audible I got you, darling, gives you hope that things could be okay. 
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sleepy-achilles · 29 days
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How is that fair?
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Drew jolts back as the bigger man storms towards him.
Taker grabs the younger man by the hair and pulls him close.
"You are not good enough for my son. He may not see you love, but I do. Stay away" Taker growls. Drew stares at him shocked as the ref separates them. "Off the hair!"
Taker knew.
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Taker knew.
Taker knew times changed. They changed quick. Last time he saw Drew Mcintyre he was some scrawny kid with a crush on his boy.
Now he's some big oaf still nursing a crush.
"I want him." Taker mutters. Hunter looks to see taker staring Drew down across the canteen. "Mcintyre? Why? Vince already has plans for him." Hunter asks sitting back. "What plans?" Taker asks, keeping his eyes on the man. "Teaming him with Lee." Hunter answers. He watches the other man's jaw tighten. "Tell him to put him against me first." Taker growls. "Ill do my best." Hunter sighs pulling his phone out.
Drew keeps his eyes on his plate. "Well, either your match had a bad impact on him, or he's got the hots for you." Sheamus smirks. "Not funny. He knows." Drew whispers. "Knows?" "About Leon." "And what, Leon doesn't? Jesus I think I need to get that boy out more." Sheamus huffs. "No, you're not listening, he's known since I first stepped into the company and now I'm back, he knows it still a thing" drew snaps. "My advice? Don't fall in love with the undertakers son. Or befriend Shawn so that way you have immediate protection. That's what I did and I only wanted Leon friendship" sheamus suggests as he pinches a chip off Drew.
"He won't let me near his son, you really think he'll let me near his husband?" "Good shout" sheamus nods looking past drew. "Oop, here he comes." Sheamus whispers. "Fuck."
He flinches as a firm hand lands on his shoulder and squeezes too tight to be human. Drew closes his eyes as Taker leans down. "My threat still stands. You stay well away from Leon." Taker whispers. Drew just nods. "Attaboy." Taker hums pulling away. Drew opens his eyes as the man walks off and finally looks away from his plate. His eyes immediately land on Leon who's staring at him confused.
"Shit" drew mutters standing and rushing out. He cannot let Taker bully him. Not anymore.
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And somehow he ended up stood across from taker in the ring. Again.
"Just weaken him! Then tag me in!" Shane barks at him. Drew frowns and turns away, he keeps his head down. But that's when he hears taker chuckle.
Chuckle.
He moves forward, raising his head and getting into takers space. Taker stares him down. "Im not scared of you." Drew states. "You sure?" Taker asks. "And I'm worthy. I work hard and I care too damn much about him to let you try and scare me away. He's a grown up." "Hes my son" Taker growls stepping impossibly closer. "And I'd never hurt him. Unlike you" drew growls back.
The ref is quick to separate them. "Youll live to regret that Mcintyre" Taker snaps, ignoring Romans and Shane's concerned looks. "I don't reckon I will." Drew snaps back.
Sheamus smiles backstage. "The hell is mcintyre doing?" Sheamus turns to see Leon stood behind him. "Finding his balls." Sheamus smiles. "Why's my dad obsessed with him?" Leon questions. Sheamus pauses. What's he supposed to say to that?
He claps Leon on the shoulder. "Your guess is as good as mine bud" sheamus smiles. Leon frowns and moves closer to the screen.
What's the deal with these two?
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Taker crosses his arms. "Put him with randy." "God no. He's teaming with drew and that's final." Vince snaps. Taker sighs and drops his arms. "Why? Why drew? Why Leon. Put him with dolph or something." "Because I reckon they'll get along a lot better than you think. What's the issue? It's not like I'm putting a baby face with a heel. In fact I reckon we use this to finally get a face Leon. Fans will love it." Vince explains. Taker goes to speak when he hears fussing outside. He turns to the door as Leon slams it open. "Why have you got us waiting outside like children?" Leon demands. Drew appears behind him looking sheepish. "Because I'm having a meeting?" Vince questions. Leon looks at taker.
"Why am I here?" Leon asks walking in. Vince sighs. "Come in drew." Drew slowly walks in. Stepping away from both men. "I want you to tag team with Drew." Vince states. "No." Leon immediately responds. Drew looks at Leon with hurt. "Told you." Taker smirks at vince. Leon looks at taker. "Exactly. Yeah, sure why not. Couldn't hurt. Just don't expect me to play nice." Leon shrugs. Taker looks at him shocked. "Thats the point. You don't play nice, I want people to believe this tag team won't work." Vince tells him. "Cool, see you Monday partner" Leon nods at drew before walking out.
Drew glances at vince. "Thank you sir" "Anytime." He looks at taker. "Guess I'll be spending a lot of time with him now." He smirks before walking out. Taker growls and slams the door shut.
Vince raises an eyebrow. This seems like a problem.
A Shawn problem.
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"Whats your problem with Drew?" Shawn asks. Taker looks up from taping his wrists to see his husband stood infront of him, arms crossed, head tilted. Shit.
"Whatever do you mean?" Taker asks. "Dont play stupid. Him and Leon have been tag partners for five months and you won't even look the man in the eyes or shake his hand after a big win. Do you know how unfair that is when you hug John and cassies partners?" Shawn asks. "Dont be silly.-" "Dont you even. What is the issue?" Shawn snaps pulling the tape out of takers hands. "Maybe I dont trust him. Maybe I think he should be nowhere near our boy." Taker snaps standing up. "Who gives you the right? You don't know that boy enough to judge him" Shawn whispers. "I trust my gut. My guts never been wrong" Taker snaps. Shawn scoffs and moves away.
"Your gut is the most ridiculous gut I've ever met. That's the same gut that trusted Paul." Shawn points out. "Now Paul? Paul hurt Leon. But drew? Drew cares about Leon and is willing to go to hell and back for him." Shawn defends the Scott. Taker shakes his head. "Hell didn't Paul do this exact thing to you when it came to me?" Shawn suddenly asks. Taker bites his lower lip. "That was different." "Yeah, was it now?" Shawn scoffs throwing him back the tape. "Grow up Undertaker."
Leon moves from the door and hides as his Papa walks out.
Huh, fancy that.
He smirks to himself as he pushes off the wall and makes his way out of the arena.
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Drew smirks as the shield talk amongst themselves. He listens as Leon takes his jacket off, he also watches as the Shield pauses and stares. "No fuckin way" roman huffs. Drew turns to Leon and his eyes widen. "Fuck"
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Shawn smiles at the screen as Taker walks in. "What?" He asks. "Look at this" Shawn nods. "I think your attitude is having the opposite effect" he states. Takers eyes widen as he sees it. Its hard not to with the camera zooming in on it.
Drew written above his right collar bone.
Shawn watches as Taker subconsciously touches his name which sits upon takers neck. Shawn smiles softly as he looks back at the screen to see drew practically cornering Leon to look at it.
Yeah, he's the one for his boy.
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Drew leans against the tiled wall, watching the freckled hand rub over the letters. He can't help but smile as it doesn't watch off or fade. "I can't believe you did that." Drew comments. Leon glances over at him. "It was our 5 months as a tag team. Had to do somethin" Leon smirks. "Nothing to do with your dad's blanted hatred of me?" Drew asks. "That too I guess." Leon shrugs looking back at the wall. Drew watches as Leon tilts his head back letting the water hit his face. "What do you know?" Drew asks moving closer. Leon lowers his head. "He doesn't think your good enough for me. My pa reckons we are just like them." Leon comments.
Drews face heats up slightly. "And you?" Drew asks quietly. "I don't do love. Can't be like them." Leon mutters. Drew frowns and steps back. "Dont do love ay?" Drew whispers.
Leon looks at drew to see his back to him. He turns back to the shower. "I.." Leon tries to find a response. They've been working together for months now and he cannot open up to him? Not that he opens up to anyone, but something in him, wants him to open up to drew.
"Im poison." Drew looks at Leon quickly. "I hurt anyone around me. I won't mean to and they won't do anything wrong but I...I just..I can't help but poison people." Leon whispers. That's when drew finally understands it. All of it. So many times people have called this man a monster. Not once have they told him differently. "Guess I'm immune." Leon looks at drew. "What?" "I must be immune. Because, I enjoy being your partner. Even when you say those hurtful things about me. I enjoy being your friend" drew shrugs. Leon's eyes widen. "Friend?" "Yeah. I hope you see us as friends." "....Yeah. Yeah I do." Leon nods. Drew smiles at him.
"Maybe your pa didn't mean it in the romance way you've seen it. Maybe he meant it like their friendship, their bond." Drew suggests. "Yeah. Maybe that's it" Leon whispers as drew begins washing his hair. "Maybe that's it." Leon mutters to himself, his fingers lingering over the name tattooed onto his body.
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Leon is knelt in the ring, hands shaking as the crowds scream and cheer. The belt is lowered into his hands and he stares at it. "We did it!"
We did it.
It isn't Leon's first time holding these belts...but this? This is different.
As the hand rests on his shoulder, the knees touch his. He looks up to see drew knelt next to him, a massive smile on his face. "We did it!" Drew smiles squeezing his shoulder.
Leon doesn't know what comes over him. One minute their kneeling, the next he's throwing an arm around drew and hugging him, squeezing the back of the mans neck. Drew hesitates before hugging him back.
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"Wow." John huffs watching his baby brother hug someone who's not family. "Hes really grown on him" Randy comments unscrewing his waterbottle. "Yeah, that's what worries me." John mutters. Randy looks at him as he drinks. "Why?" Randy asks confused as Taker and shawn walk in. John just looks at his parents. "Our baby has his first non family tag belt" Shawn smiles at John. "He does, and he's having a cuddle over it" John jokes. Shawns smile widens as he looks at the screen.
"Of course he is." Taker mutters. Shawn smacks his arm and frowns. Randy just glances at John.
It wasn't a secret taker hated drew. Randy never understood how taker could like him but hate drew. But he wasn't going go question it.
"Dont be a dick" Shawn scolds. "Difficult for him." Leon comments as him and drew walk in. "Congrats lee" "congrats both" the two different responses makes leons smile fade. "Thank you" drew smiles as John shakes his hand. Leon just stares at his father. "Say congrats to drew." The room falls quiet.
"Leon...don't." Drew murmurs. "No. He worked damn harder than me that match, say congrats to him." Leon pushes. Taker meets his sons stare before looking at drew. "Congrats on the win drew." "Thank you sir." Drew nods. "And look at that the world didn't end!" Shawn claps. "After cassies match we are taking you all out for food. Including you drew" Shawn smiles. Leon doesn't take his eyes off his father.
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It was a wacky year.
Leon knew it was a bad idea stepping into Goldust bar.
"Ah! Lee Lee!" Goldust cheers pulling the youth into a hug. "You look stunning" goldust purs cupping the boys face. Leon chuckles. "Hello Goldie" "I invited some of your and cassies friends" goldust smiles. "To our parents anniversary party?" "My party my rules" goldust tuts. Leon's eyes spot him straight away. Sat at the bar with cassie laughing about something. "You invited drew?" Leon asks shocked. "Hes your friend no?" Goldust questions. "Dad hates him." "Wasn't my question, was it" goldust smirks.
Leon ignores goldust and moves over to the pair.
"I don't know Cas..." Drew signs. "Dont be a downer. It'll be a world full of fun. Not every day we have a pay per view and a smackdown in death Valley" cassie smirks. "Yeah, it's because they've just finished the stadium, now scram brat" Leon buts in. Cassie frowns. "Im tal-" "I didnt ask. Go" Leon orders pulling her up and pushing her away.
He sits in her seat and motions for a drink. "She made me come." Drew states. "I aint got a problem with you being here. Just rather I get the shit for it than her." Leon states accepting the drink. "Hey, he's with me alright?" Leon asks the bartender. "I should really ask gold-" Leon's eyes glow purple. "With me." "Alright man, shit." The bartender huffs putting money infront of Drew before walking off. "What?" Drew questions taking his money back. "Youll be treated like shit for the next few hours, might aswell make sure you don't go bankrupt too" Leon smirks before downing his drink and waving for another one. "Leave the bottle yeah?" "I forgot how much of an asshole you are" the bartender grunts before he slams the bottle down and walks off. "Mmm sure you did." Leon smirks as he watches him walk off.
"Takers gonna go mad" drew whispers. "Fuck him. Who cares? If he's stupid enough to let you ruin his anniversary thats on him. We are going to have a good time whether he does or doesnt" Leon tells him. "Ill never understand you Lee." "Good. I like to be a surprise." Leon smiles at him. Drew can't help but smile back as Leon raises his glass.
The men clink their glasses as the couple of the night turn up. Leon glances at his parents before back at drew. "Happy valentines drew." Leon hums. "Happy valentines Leon." Drew smiles softly. John suddenly rushes over and grabs Leon. "You didnt say Happy birthday to cassie?" John snaps. "Im sure the hell of a gift I left in her room makes up for it" Leon scoffs. "Thats why you were late?" "Yes that's why I was late. I didn't forget my baby sis birthday. I'm not that much of an animal" Leon rolls his eyes as he sips his drink.
"Well, your friends have been waiting for ya" John states. "Im busy." Leon mutters nodding his head towards drew. John looks at drew before back at Leon. "I tho-" "you got something else to do other than bothering me when I'm trying to drink?" Leon snaps looking at his brother. John chuckles and steps back. "My bad. Don't forget you've gotta lead the hoedown" John smirks before patting his back, hard, and walking off. Drew raises his eyebrow. "Thought you weren't a stereotypical cowboy?" Drew asks. "Oh don't. You'll be joining us" Leon smirks behind his glass. "What?" "I didnt bring two cowboy hats for nothin" Leon states putting his cup down. "You didnt." Two shadows form infront of Leon and fade to show two cowboy hats. One black the other a dark blue. "You did." Drew huffs. Leon places his on his head before grabbing the blue one and leaning forward. "Of course." Leon smirks placing it on drews head.
Leon leans back and looks at drew and can't help but smile. "Better say hi to the folk. I'll catch you in a minute." Leon hums before pushing away from the bar and walking off. "Hes a good kid." Drew jumps as Kevin takes Leon's seat. "I know" drew nods. Kevin glances at him. "Real loyal when you get past that tough guy bullshit." Kevin adds. "I can tell." Drew mutters looking at Leon with his family and friends. "He'd be real lucky to have you." This takes Drew by surprise. He looks at Kevin. "What? Don't you me-" "God no. He's a fucking asshole and you'd deserve better. You? You see through that, I don't know how but you do. You don't see him as a monster, you see him as a person. He'd be lucky to have you." Kevin states as the music starts. "Thank you?" "Just don't let it ruin you. Too many have fallen to the Michaels Curse. Including themselves." Kevin hums pulling Drew up.
Drew just looks at him. "Good luck." Kevin walks off leaving drew stood confused. "Cmon drew!" Leon calls. Drew looks at the other and finds himself drawn to him.
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Drew could not give a flying fuck about the Michaels Curse.
Leon Thomas Michaels is and always will be hot.
Drew would gladly fall victim to him at any point in the next five seconds.
Drew knows he's staring, but he doesn't care. Leon's chest heaves as he throws the chair out of the ring, towards the men stood on the ramp. "Back the fuck off!" Leon yells. He turns too drew and kneels infront of him. "Are you good?" Leon asks cupping his face with bloody knuckles to examine him. "I uh...what?" Drew asks. Leon frowns and tilts his head as prods a bruise forming on drews temple. "I asked if you're okay?" Leon pushes. "Your shirtless." Leon michaels was never without a vest on infront of the cameras.
And boy was he beautiful. "Yeah..I was in the middle of getting changed when you got jumped." Leon nods as if it's obvious. That's when drews eyes fall down to see Leon's jeans not even done up. His belt hung around his waist and his button popped open. "Jesus" drew chokes. Leon chuckles and tilts his head up. "I reckon we need to get you too the medic. Get your head checked" Leon smirks. Leon stands and pulls drew up. Drew takes a moment to examine Leon's tattooed torso. He lean figure. His sharp, hard abs. The scars that litter his body. "Your so hot." Drew whispers. "Yeah yeah, I know cmon before you confess which diva you've got the hots for" Leon chuckles leading drew out the ring.
You.
Is what drew wanted to say.
But he decided to keep his mouth shut.
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Leon was busy setting his makeup out when he felt the presence behind him.
He glances up and his brain stops working.
His eyes scan Drew massive back.
Whilst there's only a inch between the men in height, Leon never realised how fucking small he looked compared to drew until now. Drew is pure muscle. And Leon knows he's been working out to look bigger a lot more recently. Infact, Leon knows drew hates that he used to be small, so instead of focusing on defining his muscles, like Leon does, he's focusing on bulking up.
And Leon didn't release he was this big until now.
Drew turns to look at Leon in the mirror, leaving Leon staring at his chest.
Drew, compared to himself, was bigger, softer and hairy. Leon felt small. Jesus is this how his father felt compared to everyone.
Leon is sharp, stone like, skinny and just ugly compared to him.
He's never really appreciated drews beauty until now.
Jesus maybe he did need to get laid, it has been awhile.
"Leon!" Leon's eyes snap up to meet Drews concerned gaze. His face brings Leon guilt. The bruises and cuts from his own father getting drew jumped."Yeah?" Great he was caught staring at drew chest. "Are you okay? Zoned out on me for a moment" drew asks, voice full of worry. Leon can't help but chuckle. God, big, beautiful and dumb. Leon's sure got a type. "Yeah I'm good big guy, just thinking about things" Leon smiles.
Drew raises an eyebrow. Leon just called him big guy. The same Leon that cringed whenever his father used the term.
"You sure?" Drew asks. "Mhm" Leon nods collecting his face paint. "Well, I asked if you wanted anything to eat" drew repeats. "A milkshake will be good. Just need some sugar." Leon answers. "Alright. Be back soon" drew smiles pulling a tshirt on before leaving.
Leon presses his forehead against the mirror. He slaps the back of his own head. "You idiot" he scolds.
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Shawn watches as Taker enters the ring. "I want you to look at the tron." Shawn tells him. Taker pauses and looks. It's Leon smiling. "Wanna know who did that?" Shawn asks. "Who?" "Drew." It continues to show drew turning towards Leon, his own little smile on his face. "Look at them." Shawn orders. A bunch of clips of the pair smiling and laughing together show before it's back to them. "That man brings our son happiness and you...you hurt him for that? How is that fair?" Shawn asks. Taker accepts a mic. "This isnt about fair. It's about what's right. What's right for our son." Taker states. Shawn scoffs. "You know what's stupid. I look at those two and you know what I see? I see us, I see us at their age. Running around, causing vince headaches, having fun, only enjoying each others company, feeling unstoppable. Like no one in the world gets us but each other." Shawn states. "And what I see when I stand here, with you, is Paul. That figure who doesn't want that happiness in a young man. That wants to destroy a growing relationship." Shawn snaps. Takers jaw tightens.
"Hating drew won't separate them. Infact, it'll make their bond stronger. He's your son taker. He will do anything to go against you. And along the way, he's formed a friendship. A friend he cares too much about to lose." Shawn tells him. "And what do you do? You go and hurt that boy! What is wrong with you!" Shawn yells. "I am doing what's best for-" Shawn scoffs and goes to turn away when Taker grabs his arm and pulls him in. Shawn levels his gaze with takers as Taker lowers his mic. "Im doing what's best for everyone." He growls. Shawn pulls out of his grasp. "More like what's best for you and only you." Shawn snaps before dropping his mic and climbing out of the ring.
Taker faces his husband and watches as he walks up the ramp. His head tilted and he's refusing to look back. Taker sighs and rubs his temple. Boy he's in trouble. Shawn always look back. This means shawns extremely pissed, especially if he's head tilted but still not looking.
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"In other news, WWE tag team, The Scottish Warrior and The Skeleton King, consisting of superstars Drew Mcintyre and Leon Michaels have taken the Internet by storm lately after Mcintyre was attacked by Michaels father, The Undertaker" the reporter explains. "Fans and non wrestling fan have come together and started editing the pair and complying evidence that the stars could be in a relationship. They also bounded together to make edits explaining why both stars, separately, are attractive after they brush off comments about them being so." The reporter continues. "The pair have rised to the top in a short amount of time, making a new record for the Internet and the fandoms on it. They are literally everywhere. A photoshoot they did recently for their merch was even posted on timesquare without any input from wwe themselves." The reporter chuckles. "Vince Mcmahon has commented on the situation, let's take a look"
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Vince looks at Michael Cole. "Whats your view on what's going on with mcintyre and Michaels?" "Im extremely happy that they've become so popular, I even more happy that they are bringing in non wrestling fans. I mean that's what we aim for right? They've come such a far way and grown so much together it's amazing to see how much they've improved. How much they've improved each other." Vince comments. "And the relationship rumours?" "I will officially say that as of right now, Drew and Leon are just good friends and are very comfortable with each other. No offical relationship has been reported or announced." Vince nods.
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"Mcmahon made the rule of relationships being announced after the drama that went on between Michaels parents Undertaker and Shawn Michaels in the 90s. So as far as it goes. Deon is not official. Onto other sporting news-"
Leon tilts his head at the tv. "The fuck is a fandom?" Leon asks looking at cassie. "You know, your fans. The work they make about you." Cassie states as if it's obvious. "Right." "Yours call themselves the royal guards." "Thats a stupid fucking name." "Its because your the skeleton King?" Cassie points out. "Its still stupid. Why not call themselves knights or I don't know Warrior's? Why royal guards." Leon pulls a face. "Mine are warriors" drew hums. "Really? I'd called them Klits" Leon comments. "That is good!" Drew smiles. "Are you two not even slightly weirded out that people think you are dating?" Cassie asks. Then she looks at them, drews arm around Leon's waist, a bag of crisps in his hand that Leon is helping himself to whilst leaning against drew.
"You know what, I take back my question" cassie huffs. "Why would we care?" Leon asks. "People think pa dated half the kliq" Leon shrugs. "He slepted with them, not dated." John comments from where he's working in his script. "Are you two dating or fucking?" Cassie asks. Both men stay quiet. "No." Leon mutters. "Dont sound so disappointed" John chuckles. "Ill make sure your the first to know if we do tho" Leon smirks glancing at his big brother. "Fuck off. Not again. I will block your number." John gags. "Does this mean we are the top superstars?" Drew suddenly asks. John looks up. "Dude, you are the top stars in all of Hollywood right now. No pressure." John tells him.
"Fuck"
"Fuck" Shawn whispers turning the tv off. "Its not going to go down the same way." Hunter hums. "I don't want their friendship to get ruined because of some rumours." Shawn frowns. "It won't." Hunter promises. "Im worried how takers gonna react. I haven't seen him since raw." Shawn whispers. "This is the perfect time to push that vlog idea with them" vince speaks up. Both men look at him. "The fuck?" "Leon will not do it."
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"We are currently backstage" sheamus smirks behind the camera. "Drews about to go fight and Leon's preparing to speak to his father" sheamus states zooming in on the pair. Leon crosses his arms, ignoring the man. "You don't have to do this." Leon states. "He wants a fight. I'll give him a fight. Just gotta get through tonight. If you two can't make it work, I will." Drew states. Leon frowns and shakes his head. "My...my dad isn't someone you want to goto war with." Leon whispers. "Its okay. You're worth it" drew states before leaving. Leon's eyes widen and his face heats up.
His eyes immediately land on sheamus. "Turn it off!" He barks as sheamus giggles like a little girl. "Dont be mean! You two are so cuteeee!" Sheamus coos before running from the other.
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Drew shoulda known to keep his guard up. He snarls at seth when suddenly something hits him in the back.
He groans as he hits the matt. He glances to see seth nodding and rolling out of the ring.
He huffs and turns onto his back to see Taker stood, staring down at him, chair in hand. "Just couldn't do it, could ya?" Taker growls reaching down, grabbing drew by his hair, pulling him up. Drew groans weakly and grabs at takers hand, his other hand landing on takers waist area. "You just had to stay away" Taker snaps. "I love him" "you do not know love!" Taker barks at him. "Stop! Dad!" Drew hears Leon yell as the younger man runs down the ramp. "Your not hurting me." Drew snaps looking at taker. "Your hurting him. And that isn't fair." Taker stares at him, even as Leon pulls the chair off him and throws it out.
"Let him go!" Leon demands grabbing takers hand. Taker looks at Leon before letting go. Drew slouches as Leon pushes Taker away from drew. He stands between the two men. "Why? What has he ever done to you!" Leon yells. "I warned hi-" "Why! You don't warn cassies friends! You don't warn John's! Why drew! Why!" Leon snaps. "Because they don't love them!" "So what! So what if he loves me! What if I love him!" Leon yells. Drews eyes widen as he looks at Leon. "Whats it too you?! I'm a adult!" "You do not kno-" "the consequences?! I know the consequences of people loving me! It's the same for you! And yet look at you, happily fucking married with kids!" Leon barks shoving the man.
"How is that fair?"
"What?"
"Why do you get love but i do not? How is that fair?" Leon pushes. Shawn stands on the stage. He came out here to break it up, but right now, despite unable to hear them, it seems things are fixing themselves. Leon looks back at drew. Leon helps drew up and allows the man to lean against his back as he faces his father. "I don't need or want your approval. Hate him all you want, but you leave him alone. You take it out on me. Not him." Leon tells him. "Youll never lay a finger on him, ever again." Leon warns, pulling drew along, shoving the older man out of the way.
Shawn nods at Leon as they pass each other on the ramp.
Shawn stands on ring side.
"It wasn't going to end how you wanted it too." Shawn states softly. Taker looks down. "And right now, you can't even justify why you've done what you've done. And you know what? That's good. That's amazing, because that separates you from Paul." Shawn explains as he climbs into the ring. Taker glances at him. "Your not angry?" "I think our sons anger, but also your anger at yourself is more than enough. Disappointed? Yes. But I can see why you are so protective of Leon. He reminds you of yourself." "He reminds me of you." Taker corrects.
This stuns Shawn. "What?" "Yes, he's different like me. But he looks like you, he has your emotions. Your mindset. And I failed you, I didn't want to fail him" Taker whispers. Shawn takes his hand. "You didnt fail me and you will not fail him, as long as you accept drew. He clearly cares about him, pushing drew away, pushes Leon away." Shawn sighs. "They love each other." Taker mutters. Shawn smiles. "I know that. I've known since day one. As have you. But like you know, its up to them to discover that. Maybe you've helped them do that, maybe they'll thank you for this period of time one day, but right now? Right now they'll hate it." Shawn explains.
"I have to make it up to him." "Im sure you will"
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"So you two accidentally confessed your love for each other but you've not actually talked about it or made any steps to make it official?" Sheamus asks. "No." Drew mutters stabbing his food. "And whys that?" Finn asks confused. "Its Leon. He...he doesn't do emotions." Drew huffs leaning back. "No. That is valid, I take back my question" finn chuckles.
The boys fall quiet as yelling grabs their attention. "The hell is that?" Sheamus asks as Seth walks in. "Bearer and Kane are back-" drew is straight up and running towards the hallway. "Drew? Drew!" Finn barks following him with sheamus.
"You don't fuckin scare me!" Leon barks. "Thats why your hands are shaking?" Paul asks. Leon clenches his shaking hands. Panic building in his chest, taking over him like a disease. He brings his hands up to his chest. That's when his view of Paul is blocked. "I think you need to get leaving." Leon looks up to see the back of drew. "And you are the Michaels new play thing, huh?" Paul asks. "I won't tell you again." "Is that right?" Paul hums. "Back the fuck up." Drew growls. "Or what?" Paul asks. "I aint scared of you or your dog. You need to stay the hell away from Leon or I'll fucking kill you" drew threatens. Leon's eyes widen. "You heard the man." His dad's voice calls. "Taker! My boy, I'm so proud of you"
The sentence makes taker feel sick. "And that's exactly why I'm so ashamed of myself. I never want to be like you, or for you to be proud of me." Taker hisses. "What?" "Because that would not be fair for those who love me." Taker hums moving to stand next to drew. "Now, drew advised you to get to stepping. I'm telling you to get stepping, or I will make you." Taker growls. "I need to meet with vince anyways. I'll be seeing you." Paul mutters before walking away.
Taker turns to drew. "I apologise for my behaviour." Taker states. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I appreciate you Standing up for Leon. I'm glad he has someone who cares so much about him." "Ill always have his back sir." Drew nods. "And I do forgive you. I understand why you did it." Drew adds. "Yeah?" Taker asks. "Hes your son. And he's a lot like Mr michaels." Drew shrugs. Leon glances at drew. "Fresh beginnings huh?" Drew asks holding his hand out. Taker chuckles and shakes his hand. "Fresh beginnings kid. Now, how about you two go out for lunch yeah?" Taker smirks. "What?" Leon blurts out.
"Shit Leon, keep up, go out together, alone. I'll buy you time, gives me time to sort Paul out" Taker huffs. Leon looks at drew. "It'll be fun. Cmon" drew smiles holding his hand out. Leon looks down at his hand.
"Ah fuck it, I'm always down for some fun" Leon smirks accepting the hand.
Taker watches as they walk away. "Mmm, remind you of something?" Shawn smirks. Taker turns to look at his husband. "You really need a bell" Taker huffs. "But yes. Yes it does" Taker smiles taking shawns hand.
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"In wrestling news, Fan favourite, The Scottish Warrior and The Skeleton King have been confirmed to not only be dating but married. Its unsure how long it's been going on but the couple along with their boss announced it after Mcintyre referred to Michaels sister as his sister in law. We send our congratulations to the married champs."
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This got so long I forgot what I was doing.
But give me credit, I started this yesterday night and finished it the exact time I started it yesterday. Been working on it on and off since.
I wanted to do something based off the gifs but went completely rogue.
Shock
Anyways I love writing deon, I adore them, so honestly I'm not angry.
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Ok ok ok time to talk about the show!!!!
(Warning this going to be beyond hectic I'm quite literally shaking with excitement and also it's 1 am)
Justin's floofy little hyena mohawk gives me LIFE it looks so good
Instead of the ukulele being tossed onto stage by someone below, the funeral director guy tosses it to Beej
After the sad puppet show BJ screams out "I'm burning! I'm burning! I thought this only happened to books that make kids gay!" And I literally gasped. I don't know if that was written into the script or if it was improv but holy shit
During TWBDT Part 2, when BJ tries to spell his name a second time, he pulls his sleeve back to read a little cheatsheet to spell it correctly. My illiterate little himbo ❤
Instead of "Sadness is like kale salad, no one likes it, throw it out" Delia says "Sadness is like a third nipple, it's a part of you but no one wants to see it"
During Charles and Lydia's dead mom argument, Delia is just waggling her triangle around and slow motion dancing. No thoughts, just vibes
When Charles and Delia are making out on the table, Charles is full on sniffing her foot and rubbing his face against it like a cat..... Chuck has a foot fetish confirmed.
Someone already posted about the guacamole story and jesus fucking christ man
When Barb gives her "best primal screams" she gives a very half hearted "blehhh" and then hits a fucking opera note on her second attempt?? I'm love ??
BJ'S MIC IS BEDAZZLED
It's also small enough to fit up his sleeve. Big spooky demon with this dinky tiny glittery microphone. I love it.
I swear to god in Charles' room there's this big ass sculpture that looks like a giant butt plug. I did an actual double take. I couldn't focus on anything else during that scene.
Except the fact that Delia had a juul pod im pretty sure?
After Say My Name, when the curtain drops, Adam is all like "We should bring the sheets" "No" "Well we should bring the sheets just in case" "Adam, no, come on!" "Ok I won't bring the sheets :("
After Beej is pushed off the roof a little puff of smoke is blown onto the stage like a cartoon
When Beej crawls out of the table when Lydia calls him there's this god awful squelching sound
After That Beautiful Sound, when BJ is explaining his plan to his clones, one of the women is stood there wiggling her fingers and popping her hips out and she's so cute!!
I never really cared about Otho but the man who played is a whole ass Shane Madej caricature and I kind of love him now
We unfortunately do not get red Beetlejuice, but for a split second the lights give him a similar effect and while it's not the same, I will take it. It's better than nothing I suppose
I love the yellow and blue suit on Justin he's so hampsome 🥺💞😭🥺💘😢💖💗😭
To fill in the awkward silence after the "we both have dead moms" joke, BJ fucking bounces on Juno's severed leg like a pogo stick????? It literally sucked the air out of my body and I had to force myself to breath so I didn't start wheezing and disrupting the whole auditorium
We got confetti'd after the curtain call and I grabbed 3 handfuls :) That's not really a note on the show, I just felt like sharing
Ok on to my feelings about the cast:
Justin:
Listen, no one can ever top Alex, but I'll be damned if Justin isn't a close second.
Just constantly screaming and doing his little dancy dance, even if it's during normal dialogue that does not call for screaming or dancy dancing.
Not much in the feral behavior department, but he sticks his tongue out so. much. A lot of sarcastic gasping too like sir close your mouth before bugs start crawling inside
He takes his sweet time finishing dialogue. There were several times where there would be a good 30 seconds of dead air, and every time the laughter died down it would start up and fill the silence again. I don't know what spell he cast to make the audience do that but it was a good one.
I'll be honest I wasn't so sure about him when the casting was announced but god damn it he just has so much charisma I want to get on all fours and bark for him
Im not taking that back btw you're gonna have to live with me saying that
Isabella:
My favorite Lydia hands down.
Her Lydia has so much attitude she's almost a bit of a bully. There's so much sarcasm and angst and anger in her delivery. She plays the moody teenage girl character well.
Not really an acting not but Isabella has such big, expressive eyes. Granted, I had pretty close seats, but you can still see her eye rolls and quirked eyebrows from the stage it's amazing.
Overall she's a fantastic Lydia and again, my absolute favorite. No shade to Sophie, but I feel like her Lydia was... a bit whiny and immature. Isabella is truly grieving her mother and you can see how much of a toll all these changes are having on her. I absolutely love the edge and the bite she brings to Lydia.
Britney and Will:
These two.
These two are out of fucking control for real.
Take the goof factor from the original Maitlands and crank that shit up to 11.
Gonna have to agree with Beetlejuice though, Will's Adam is quite sexy...
"Adam... You're boring. But! You're sexy. You should own that." *cue Will doing a full body roll*
I dont know if it's his height or voice or line delivery but he just seems a lot less... idk pathetic? than the original Adam. It's a nice change of pace. I always wished they did more to develop his character.
Britney brings a lot of spunk to Barbara. Like Barbara has always been the slightly more adventurous one in the relationship but Britney really makes her shine.
OG Barbara is a bit more subdued but Britney's body language is so big? I guess is the right word? So many big gestures and so much movement. Im always a big fan of when actors use their whole bodies to deliver their lines instead of just standing pin straight and talking.
Kate:
I've noticed a lot of people don't really like her Delia and while she isn't my number one favorite either, I still think she does a good job
OG Delia, I feel, is out of touch with the times and trying to be "hip" while still being old school. Kate's Delia is very much aware of "kids these days" and is an obnoxious try hard. I kind of like her take on the character in that sense.
Delia has absolutely no concept of personal space. She stands wayyyy to close to Lydia and whenever Lydia gets fed up, she gets in Delia's face to give her a taste of her own medicine. I LOVE the dynamic between them.
Also Kate's Delia is lowkey kind of bullied by Lydia? Like Lydia is actually pretty mean to her. Again, I love how Kate and Isabella interact with each other. There's a lot more turmoil and strain between these two that I feel was lacking in the original production (at least from what I've seen in the bootlegs I've watched).
Jesse:
Not as imposing or strict as OG Charles, but I like it. I don't prefer it, but I like it.
I feel like Jesse's Charles wears his heart on his sleeve? You can really hear how tired and lost and confused he is when he's struggling to communicate with Lydia.
I never cried while watching bootlegs but damn it, their performance of Home almost made me cry...
Also if anyone would like to drop me off at the theater tomorrow so I can snag those remaining $30 single seat tickets my address is-
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daenysthedreamer101 · 3 months
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TVD - s4 ep9
"O Come, All Ye Faithfull"
......I haven't felt this shaken up by an episode since Jenna died back in season 2.
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This Professor Shane guy...I don't trust him! He is shady and why do I have a feeling he's using Bonnie and the gang to wake up Silas? hmmmm...🤔🤔🤔
So... Elena and Damon are a thing now, and I don't know if I like it. I get that because of the sire bond she's now closer to Damon and her feelings are amplified. But I have a question. Would she have become sired to Stefan if she had his blood in her body instead of Damon's? Like, at the end of season 3, she chose Stefan - that's why she was on the bridge, cause she was driving back to Stefan. So, she obviously had feelings for him. Yeah, just wondering.
I don't like Hayley! I don't like her. She was working with Shane this entire time. Apparently, he knows everything there is to know about her parents, and she never knew them. So she agreed to indirectly kill 12 innocent people to get a flash drive with info about her parents? And by proxy, she doomed Carol. Tyler trusted her, and the hybrids trusted her. And she betrayed all of them and sent them to their deaths.
I don't care that she wants to learn things about her parents, that's fine to want to know more about yourself and be curious. But that is not an excuse or a justification to doom 12 innocent people to a gruesome death.
Oh, Carol...I am so so sorry. You did not deserve what happened to you. I know she was a bitch to Vicky in season 1 and shot Caroline that one time but I never particularly disliked her. (I knew it was eventually coming just didn't know when) also, OMG KLAUS WILL YOU STOP KILLING INNOCENT WOMEN AS PUNISHMENT FOR SOMETHING THEY HAD NO CONTROL OVER!
He turned Jenna as punishment because the gang messed up his sacrifice plan and killed her cause he knew it would hurt Elena. And now he kills Carol because as he said "you (Carol) are the only thing he (Tyler) has left" Like...omg no one deserves to die that way, Jesus Christ! 😭😭😭
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I'm not trying to come off as anti Klaus, I think he's a very charming and fun character to watch and Joseph is an amazing actor who gives him such a presence on screen, and, yes, Klaus is obviously very good-looking and charming but that does not excuse his actions! He's a horrible person who does horrible things! And yes I know he had a hard life and has glaring trust issues so Tyler betraying him probably really hurt him but like what the fuck did Carol do? 💀💀💀
When I tell you my heart was beating so fast during this scene! God, I felt so bad for her! Klaus killed her because he knew it would hurt Tyler...Oh Tyler sweetie I am so sorry. Also, the way he called his mom on the phone and she wasn't answering and then when Hayley told him everything he went away and then Carol calls him and he doesn't answer...😟😟😟like fuck, the parallels hit me right in the heart!
Thanks for reading my rant, leave a comment if you'd like, I would love to hear other opinions on this episode! ❤
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speedystarshine · 2 years
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💋 Anon, so sorry but I accidentally posted instead of edited so Ur ask is gone, but luckily I took a screenshot jakwnfna-
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Thank you so much for the ask! I'm in brainrot hours rn so this was a good outlet :D and I'm glad you liked the last one! I chose season one, to go down memory lane, hope that was okay! :)
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Characters: Joey Graceffa, Eva Gutotowski, Oli White, Lele Pons, Timothy DeLaGhetto, Matt Haag, Sierra Furtado, GloZell Green, Justine Ezarik, Andrea Brooks, Shane Dawson
-So, I think for some reason the season one cast would be more protective of reader?
-They don’t know what happens or what is going to happen, since Joey too has no idea and can’t warn anybody.
-The minute Shane starts choking, everybody’s confused but catch on pretty quickly.
-Y'all start looking for clues, and split off into groups (scooby doo looking goofy ahh-)
-I'll leave which group reader is in to resder interpretation, but whichever you're is more likely to fall first.
-As the night progresses, you'll notice some of your time members becoming more protective of you, flanking you from each side
-You won't have a moment of peace the whole goddamn time. Someone will constantly be near you, watching you, etc.
-And then the deaths start coming :)
-Even though a lot of them are really competitive, and want to go home (with you ofc), a few of them realize that "Oh shit, I want to win but I also might actually die here" so work on protecting you instead.
-Joey would be on of the most protective ones, and nothing is too off with him other than a few offhand comments that might suggest you weaker and in need of protection. (Kinda like Amity and Willow in Labyrinth Runners tee hee)
He also won't stop following you around, never leaving your side once whereas the others sometimes go off to do something else.
-Eva would be noticeably different, acting fun and bouncy as ever but it seems strained, like kinda the way if you were to embarrass your mom in public and she can't kill you yet but like-
-Oli our beloved would be so freaking nice to you, although he can seem a bit more lost in thought and conflicted which is perfect if you wanna slip away for a second.
-Lele would.... Just kinda give you the chills ngl. Yk that scene were Eva and Lele were thirsting over one of the house owners? (I think his name was Colin or smth idek-) yeaahh that. But yandere.
-Timothy is a slimy little rat man who tries to get into your pants every second/j. But seriously, he would be one of the touchier yandere's and he definitely flirts a lot which can cause conflict in the group, so look out for that.
-Matt. Absolute simp, fool of a man. He may be the professor but Jesus Christ he forgets how to speak the second you come into his general vicinity. He'd sit in the simp pile with Eva and Lele.
-Shane is fucking dead lmao
-Sierra would be like.... A softer version of Lele. Definitely calculating and good at hiding how she feels, but a lot less sadistic and cold with reader. Probably gives a lil goofy smile every time she catches your eye.
-GloZell would be all over you, like Timothy, but whereas with Tim it was sly touches you better believe you are straight into her arms. Very touchy with you but in a more open way, so a few of the others are definitely planning against her.
-Justine (ily so much-) would be much like Matt, but actually goes up to more often instead of waiting for you to come to her. She just constantly has heart eyes around you and it shows
-Andrea would be like Timothy and GloZell, except it's always little hints instead of outright physical affection, and she's way smoother and pulling it off than those two. Probably pulls a blush out of reader once or twice (depending on how easy reader is to fluster) and the group is split between "she's next" and "teach me Ur ways" lol. It would be funny bc I imaging Matt going up to her most in a "teach me your ways" thing despite him never having the confidence to actually do it.
-All in all very chaotic. They split off into mini groups, everyone secretly plotting against the other, and a lot of squabbling. All the goddamn time. Joey and Eva are the only ones to have the sense of "THEY'RE RIGHT THERE SHUT THE FUCK UP" since the others are either too hotheaded or riled up to back down.
-lol just the mental image of Joey and Eva trying to calm people down, a whole ass bar fight happening in the middle of the room, reader, Oli, and the servants/maids of the house standing to the side like "for fucks sake-"
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3 deaths you'd change and 3 deaths you'd keep on twd!
oh my godddd
honestly. 1st one is Shane. while i do love that scene, like a lot, i do wish they'd kept it in that Carl was the one to kill him like in the comics. I think that would've been more delicious imo. But I get why they changed it, and i do love the end result.
2nd. Carl never would've died. period. he would've lived like in the comics lol. killing him was the biggest mistake they ever did on the show imo and it remains the ONLY thing i still hate and can't get behind, like this is my fave show but this one storyline just made no sense to me and i feel like s9 especially feels kinda empty without carl there.
3rd. honestly. i would've made siddiq die later on. mostly just bc i liked him and he was pretty to look at lol so i would've kept him alive for longer. maybe have him die during the last whisperer battle?? or maybe during the commonwealth arc. or maybe not have him die at all lol i just really liked him and i think he could've done more. would've been better to see him actually heal from his trauma and deal with his ptsd.
three deaths i'd keep, hmm. hershel was a gut punch, and i think it served a really good tonal change if that makes sense. So, him, for sure. and i'm one of the fans in the minority here who thinks Glenn's death was actually necessary. Like, i think it was well done, and the was a good reason for that death. He did die that way in the comics too, so it's not like they went rogue there. I liked Glenn, but his death served a purpose, if that makes sense. and Lori. god. the amount of emotional punch there is insane. carl having be the one to shoot her? that was fucking delicious. and I wouldn't change a thing about it. fucking love it. to add one more thing to this answer: Jesus. that death was just so GOOD. like delicious to me. it made the whisperers into a real threat and thrust them into the forefront and that moment just felt soooo. big. like i was sitting here flabbergasted, so it was kinda very delicious in a way.
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here we go again y’all
guess what guys it’s time for another episode of puppet history and my good student note taking.
right off the bat. chains on the box. yelling about said box. suspicious box.
also i have a feeling that brian david gilbert being here to win isn’t gonna end well for him. sad.
shade being thrown at new york
i love a good defenestration
charles university is in fact a boring name.
i feel like the professor being so chill about ryan calling him a douchebag was odd
i would hate to be found dead in my bathrobe
yeet out the window indeed
yes ryan we do have a word for throwing people out windows
example window scares me
why’d the professor seem a little distraught about the idea of being thrown out the window. i feel like normally he’d just threaten right back. this is odd. i might just be paranoid.
classic too many popes problem
no i do not know the name of the most important czech religious reformer of the 15th century.
welp none of those options seem more obvious than the others
why are they making the professors head larger and larger. i’m scared.
i do think that this guy has some really good point
that was a good chip joke. 12/10
“oh, yeah you murdered someone, well pay me 50 bucks and you can still go to heaven” is the same energy as “oh, you murdered someone? you got 40 bucks?” from the keddie cabin episode of unsolved
so true ryan bergara. you did not successfully murder anyone. or have you?
i don’t think jesus wanted people to die martyrs.
i love a good ritz cracker
too many jans
so true professor. everyone is exactly as they seem.
i mean showing up to church armed is certainly a choice.
um professor. heh. yeah. that is wild. can’t imagine that happening. at all. nope.
i love just throwing a bunch of people out a window
example window is still scary
thud from behind the theatre. was that supposed to be suspicious or was it just strange.
agreed not enough kicking pits.
honestly ryan as president would not be the worst president the us has had. not by a long shot.
is that the isaac newton puppet???
horse noises horse noises???? that’s not right. also i thought she was also dead????
also did the horses go to limbo when they died? because they were alive. i have so many questions.
the ad was uhhh something else
why defenestration? because why not
i love being drowned impaled and crushed by a wheel
i don’t know what creatively gruesome way i’d want to go. maybe i’ll come back to this.
i suppose being hurled out a window could be embarrassing.
dude being thrown off a church’s steeple would suck so hard
catholic lion brunch sounds like a nice little sunday activity
THEY BEHEADED TWELVE PEOPLE???? THATS SO MUCH WORK
you know maybe defenestration was the only thing they knew
mayor tossed out window? meh.
yeah why would you kill the person then throw them out the window???
oh boy here we go again
ah yeah that hot new sound of broken glass
yeah keep destroying stuff. that’ll end well.
great. good. mock trials.
aw nice upstairs.
ah fuck
i really do not like the example window
taking the hats is rude but also very funny tbh
“we’ll soon see if his mary helps him out” a banger of a line
very impressive to survive that fall.
b for blunder.
OH NO NOT THE BEES AND THE BASKETBALLS. PROFESSOR THATS NOT THE JOKE. PLEASE.
they really fell into literal shit
why did the professor sound weird.
there does seem to be a lot of piles of shit just laying around
almost martyr is in fact a really useless title
yay another war! - said no one ever
i hope this war isn’t 80 years long
oh good it’s not
BUT WHERE IS MY C DOGS BUT DAMMIT
we’re back to bathroom guy
i highly doubt that’s the last defenestration ever
oh boy musical number time
not the window
oh yeah just an angry mob. it’s fine.
really appreciate the emoticons in the lyrics
ryan looks concerned in a different way than usual
banger as per usual shane, congrats.
oh oh boy oh no
THE ALGORITHM ACTUALLY EXISTS???????
also the professor be glitching
lmao not the soaring performance
the professor out here ignoring the algorithm
oh boy it’s the puppet crème again. it scares me. especially the spelling crème like that
ryan lost the auction against connie huh? fucking connie.
the professor’s little head tilting
also he’s failing to lie so hard
oh yay i love the weird little voice change. not uncomfy at all.
aw ryan drives him home
uh huh normal work. sure.
why are there jelly beans all over the fucking floor of the theatre
love a staring contest with the moon
oooo not the flashback
okay egg. egg hatching.
shane what are you up to. what’s going on. i have so many questions.
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I looked into the video James Somerton talks about his HP merch in and made some screenshots. He's not full on bawling per say, but it's sure something. (An Over-Emotional Look at Why JK Rowling is Bad)
Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/UwFPhZ7
He waxes quite long how for some kids HP was essentially a safe space from the real world, the characters were their friends and family and so on. The books are the fans' property now, she might legally own it but the brand is nothing without the fans, Hogwarts is home for an entire generation yadda yadda. You'd have to see the smug head shake when saying "I'm not letting her have the power to take it away from me", wow. Just wow.
Coincidentally, here's a 2 HOUR LONG video by the youtuber Shaun calling out just some of the weird and highly problematic shit in HP books: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1iaJWSwUZs
Jesus fucking christ, what a terrible ass fucking video from a terrible ass person.
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Truly, how brave of Serial Plagiarist Somerton to decide that he, as a cis binary man, can wear his HP backpack without feeling like he is contributing and supporting TERF ideology. And how absolutely nice of him to not make a single fucking mention during this one hour jerk fest of "I am good, uwuw, believe me, I am good!" of how to actually support trans people.
A big chunk on the video relies on the assumption that Serial Plagiarist is NOT bad, okay? He is not a bigot, okay? He said so. He has trans friends to whom he wouldn't talk about Joanne Karen so OBVIOUSLY he couldn't have any hidden bias or blind spots. Forget the fact about how he denied that Rowling "did anything explicitely racist" at the start. He met his first black person at 16 so that means he is not a bigot. But as soon he tries to convince me of that, he does share the opinion that the phrase "people who menstruate" sounds "off", that it's "deshumanizing" (he ommited explain how me, a person who menstruate, against my will I might add, should care about what a cis man's opinion about a completely accurate description that is relevant to menstrual related health) so OF COURSE he understands why people had a problem with it. It's very fucking understandable. Nevermind the amount of trans people who were already calling that already or the mountains of afab people who defended the terminology as being inclusive and fine. Serial Plagiarist is not a bigot because he said so. That is the only thing you need to remember.
Strike one.
Serial Plagiarist of Queer Authors didn't talked either about the pen name of J. Karen is the name of a conversion therapy supporter, even though in Twitter trans people and actual allies who listen to us always point that out.
Strike two.
At some point he says that the fanfiction communities exploded only after the books were finished. I was on HP fanfiction communities at 14 before the fifth book came out and it was the largest fandom at the time. I am talking about the hispanic fandom so the english one must have been huge too. How does he have the confidence of just saying such blatantly wrong information, I have no clue.
Like, he says "we were loving, kind, accepting people… that is why we had to defend J. Karen" like… he actually is making the argument that he is a good person at heart and he had no agency, no responsability, no autonomy at all and no bias anywhere when he decided to defend J. Karen and ignore criticism until it was too late. It's giving Shane Dawson pushing for his shitty "I am such an empath uwuw" whenever people would call him out on blackface or whatever shitty unfunny joke he made. "I am a good person, therefore, if I did anything wrong it was a mistake and that doesn't reflect my values or who I am", like fuck it does.
That phrase "I won't let her take that power away from me" appears before on the video refering to trans people having HP related tattooes to spite Rowling. So he took this sentiment from trans people and decided to apply it to himself… a white cis binary guy, and he thought he was doing fucking something.
I swear I almost lose my fucking mind when this piece of shit really bring out syrian refugees grabbing HP books with them and being all "is it really fair to ask them to give that up?". The same man who literally groaned and complained about how he can't guy a fucking lego set has no fucking business in hell comparing his need for scapism with these people. He had no fucking business to pretend like he has the same power of reclamation that trans people have. He had no fucking business doing this whole fucking charade of "I am not letting her take that power away from me uwu" when he never, EVER, was the most affected person on any of this and NEVER had any power taken away from him. While he was playing the smallest violin for himself from the inside of his ass, he barely even touched on the real life impact that J. Karen had on making the lives of trans people actively worse. He didn't say anything about how laws are inspired by her or how hateful and violent people she had little tea parties with. It's like he thinks all she did was some offensive tweets, a bad books, a manifesto and done. That no further impact and didn't harm anyone.
He wants to play the victim on all of this so fucking hard and it's embarassing. This is giving me Sarah Z bringing up the fucking Turner Diaries to talk about problematic fanfiction. It's the exact level of otherwordly lack of self awareness. No fucking wonder they are best buddies.
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Lucien Greaves on the KKK and killing [Jewish people]
Via The.Satanic.Wiki
On Sept. 11, 2003, future co-owner of The Satanic Temple Doug "Lucien Greaves" Misicko, his friend and collaborator Shane Bugbee, and Shane Bugbee's wife Amy Stocky hosted a 24-hour Internet radio stream with guests and callers to mark the release of their new edition of the proto-fascist manifesto Might Is Right. The following year, Doug Misicko continued to appear on Internet radio streams with Shane and Amy. "The ABCs of the Alphabet" was one such program. This is an excerpt from one of those recordings.
CW: antisemitism, racism, violent threats, slurs
Full transcript:
Letter K
17:15 Doug Misicko Alright. So weren't we talking about kiddie porn earlier?
17:21 Shane Bugbee No, we were talking about the Ku Klux Klan. (Doug Misicko: Oh, okay.) Amy was talking about kikes during the- you know, when we were off the air, for K.
17:30 Amy Bugbee I was just mentioning it was a K-word.
17:32 Shane Bugbee I think you said, "Fucking kill the kikes".
17:35 Doug Misicko What does "kike" mean to you, Amy?
17:39 Shane Bugbee Go fly a kike.
17:40 Amy Bugbee Yeah, exactly.
17:41 Doug Misicko Kike-y tennis shoes.
17:44 Amy Bugbee Yes. "Just do it."
17:50 Doug Misicko [laughing] I don't have any good KKK stories. I- (Shane Bugbee: No?) I gotta say I've never met anybody in the KKK.
17:55 Shane Bugbee We just the other night had a gentleman. A friend of mine. Maybe even though I'm getting worried he's gonna end up killing me. Friend of mine came over. Andy.
18:07 Doug Misicko Isn't that a good friend?
18:08 Shane Bugbee He's in the Klu Klux Klan. That's gonna kill me? I guess so, as long as he doesn't let me live through my miserable life, that might be a good friend.
18:17 Amy Bugbee And his wife were over. They're both active members in the Klan.
18:21 Shane Bugbee Yeah, and they were cool. We watched- what do we watch with them? We watch any movies or did we just hang out? And watch Bum Fights? (Amy Bugbee: Oh, that's right.) Yeah we watched Bum Fights (Doug Misicko: Oh, that's funny.) and they were disgusted or the wife looked disgusted by it but they were, you know he's our you know Andy was a good guy he was listen I'm talking past tense was a good guy. He wasn't into all this religious shit at least in the Klan, seems that, you know (Doug Misicko: There's "Christians" in the Klan.) I parted ways with a lot of that their beliefs you know, Jesus Christ.
18:50 Doug Misicko What the fuck do they do anymore? Um, what's the Klan do?
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FERAL FRIDAY THOUGHT FOR ZO SINCE IT’S HER BIRTHDAY TODAY!!! WOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! <3
my thought was shane knowing there’s a birthday dinner to go to after work so he comes home and changes just to give her a quickie by the front door before they leave 😏
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jonnyslildisaster SWEETHEART!! GOOOD so lucky to have a birthday on a feral friday KSKS sorry okay!!
no but this is perfect and so in character for shane right? okay SO, zo sweetheart, this is what i think:
he’d get back home make up an excuse that he HAS to change even tho he knows you wouldn’t mind if he went out in the uniform ( 👀 ) so he walks into the house, a couple of quick kisses before he whispered “you look so fucking good baby” against your skin, when he moves down to kiss you over your neck. His hands wander places from your chest down your sides to your hips and then back to grip your ass thigh before he takes a step back. Ignoring your little grunt he mumbles out a “gotta change, give me 5” and disappears into the bathroom. Does he make sure the door is crack open just enough for you too be able to see him strip and get in the shower, of course, is it obvious that he wants to get you to look…also of course. And god what a sight to see. His neck, his shoulders, his back and then that cute ass, his skin whinging slightly from the swear after a long day of his work. are you going to admins to hun what this little show of his is doing to you? no. does he know about it?…probably yeah.
but he’d play dumb you know, pretend he has no idea what’s happening like this isn’t something he’s been planing since he woke up today. So he gets out of the shower (probably doenst bother to put a towel on before walking to the bedroom)
“jesus shane c’mon!”
you shout after him and get a
“aaah get over it!”
back
and i think he’d wait, he’d wait right until the moment you two should be leaving, he’d wait for you to grab the handle and pull the door open alight before his hand is on your ass again. One hand on your ass and the other slowly making its way up to your chest while his lips press against the back of your neck.
“shit, i forgot about something, baby.”
he mumbles between the kisses. you try not to show the way this gets to you but you can’t help the way you basically melt into his touch as he tries to hold and pull you close to him, as close as possible, so close that you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.
“forgot your birthday gift”
classic, soooo so shane cause you know the birthday gift is his co-*gunshot*
needless to say you two would be late for the dinner party would anyone mention it? no. but, would everyone know what happened?! absolutely
you two are in the house having a quickie while @chelseasdagger and i are at the restaurant like
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once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!! kiss shane from me but only ONCE!
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littlekingbergara · 2 years
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I found this on twitter and just wanted to show you. Apparently they visited some uni (?)
jesus christ they look so fucking GOOD. aaaa look at our guys they're on the move!! they're making appearances!! i wish i had more info about this but it's literally just so cool that they're speaking at colleges.
also i can't staaaand the way ryan's looking at shane here what the fuck. literally what the fuck. why are you smiling like that.
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scarletmadnesscc · 8 months
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Snow
This is my first time writing, feedback would be very nice if possibly:)
Summary: Daryl and Athena have known each other since the outbreak. Being very loyal to each other, but what if there was more to their friendship, lust maybe?
Warnings for series: angust, smut, cursing, blood, torture, sh, mentions of ED.
Warnings for chapter:Angust, cursing, killing of walkers, threats, Shane being a bitch
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Walking through the forest she scanned the place for threats, the katana hanging loosely at her fingertips. Sudden movements behind her alerts her. Flipping around, holding the sword straight forward, pointing it at the threat.
Rolling her eyes she drops the Sword to her side. "Jesus Merle, you're lucky I didn't slice you redneck ass in half."
"Come on sugartits, you know you couldn't kill me."
"Merle," Daryl says glaring at him. He throws his hands up in the air, "So what if I call her sugar tits. It's a compliment sweetheart." Throwing her a wink she responds with rolling her eyes.
"You're the reason God created the middle finger." She says flipping him off. Daryl lets out a small laugh.
"Hey, that ain't funny."
"Whatever, Sugertits." She says smirking.
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"Officer Shane Walsh." She studies the man, looking down at his hand than back up.
"Athena."He stared at her, already annoyed she didn't take her hand.
"What kind a name is that?"
She squinted at him, "I could say the same about yours, officer."
Daryl places a hand on her shoulder, "Alright, we're done here." He motioned for Athena to follow, them beginning to walk away as Shane yells out, "Now now, didn't get your name."
"Daryl," and huffed, pointing to Merle. "That's my brother Merle."
"You guys got a last name?" She turns to Shane, furrowing her eyebrows. "What, ya gonna do a background check on us?" She smiles.
"No," He grits his teeth.
"Then why are you all up in our fucking business, Shane."
"Look, I ain't tryin-"
"Looks like you fucking are. So tell me officer, do ya got a warrant?" He stood there silent, getting more agitated at the second. Crossing her arms she speaks, "So get off my dic-" Seeing a young boy out of the corner of her eye, she stops before correcting herself. "Just get out of my business, Shane."
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Walking through the forest, Daryl and Athena walk in a comforting silence.
"Still don't like that Shane dude." Looking over at him, she nods. "Preechin' to the choir buddy."
Daryl snorts at the comment. "He acts like his shit don't stink. Bossing people around."
"Yea-"
"Hey look." Stopping, she squats down, running her hand on the imprint in the dirt.
"Gotta be only bout 20 minutes old."
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"Never got to ask, what did you do before all this?" Daryl turns to her,
"Nothin' really, just followed my brother, didn't do much." She nods, "What 'bout you?"
"Assassin." Daryl stops and turns to her. Giving her a confusing look.
"What?"
"An assassin?" He says smiling
"I'm bein' serious Daryl."
"Alright alright, to be honest it makes sense." She smiles looking at him. "Makes sense?"
"Yeah, I can tell by the way you carry yourself. Especially by the way you handle that." He points to her Katana that was hanging loosely on her back.
"Though to be honest I thought you were in the military." She snorts at the comment. "Nah, fuck that."
"Why'd you go into it though, did it pay good?"
She sighed, starting to walk again, motioning with her head for him to follow.
"Got paid with food and water, and a roof over my head. It wasn't really a choice. I was picked at a young age," She turned to him smiling . "Was best one of my group. Had the highest rank, Which means I could easily beat your ass." She playfully punches his shoulder, teasing.
He lets out a small smile, "Yeah well, do me a favor and beat Merle's instead." She lets out a soft laugh. "Been gettin' on my nerves."
"I'll make sure i'll do that." She says, flashing him a small smile. They both continued to walk in silence. Starting to pick up that Daryl wanted to say something, but didn't want to offend her.
"Spit it out Katniss." Turning towards her, he gives an amused look. "Katniss?" He smirks.
"Yeah, you know with the crossbow and everything." She says pointing to it.
"Katniss had an bow and arrow."
"Same difference."
Daryl smiled at her, his eyes softening at her smile and the way her cheeks got slightly red from laughing. "How'd you get out?"
She turned to him, scanning his face. "Got lucky," she looked down at her feet while walking. "People got infected at where I stayed, all the guards were running from each other. One dropped a key," she looked up at him, "Like I said, got lucky."
He nodded at her response, beginning to reply until he heard the sound of yelling and crying. As they both approached the hill, they saw the group looking at the deer that they both been tracking for hours, half eaten by a walker.
She groaned walking up to the deer, pulling her blade out from behind her back and stabbing the decapitated head. "Don't ya'll know you have to go for the head?"
Daryl grumbles as he walks up with her, "Summabitch, that was my deer!" He stepped up, examining the deer. "We was tracking this deer for miles.. was gonna cook us up some venison." He squatted down. "You think we can cut that chewed part right here?"
"Nah, shouldn't risk it."
Daryl grumbled some profanities before speaking again. "Well we caught a few squirrels so that will have to do for now."
Daryl and Athena walked towards the camp in sync, Daryl looking for Merle so he can bitch about the deer.
"Daryl wait up a minute." They both turned to look at Shane. She knew that look that Shane was giving them, the look of someone died.
"Who died?" She spoke, breaking the tension. "No one died…but it's about Merle, we had some trouble in Atlanta." She glanced over at Daryl, even though she was not fond of his brother, it was still Daryl's brother.
"He dead?"
"Not sure."
Daryl shifted towards Shane, "Either he dead or he ain't." He said clearly getting pissed off at the lack of information.
Athena turned to the direction of another man walking up, rolling her eyes. "Great, another sheriff," She mumbled.
"Look, there isn't any easy way for me to say this so i'll just say it." Daryl turns his focus to the man speaking.
"And who are you?"
"Rick Grimes."
"Rick grimes." Daryl repeated, becoming more and more annoyed by the second. "You got something you wanna tell me?"
Rick took a step closer, "Look man, your brother was a threat to all of us, so I handcuffed him to a piece of metal on the roof. He's still there."
Athena turned towards the man, now getting angrier. Stepping forward she yelled at him. "I get that Merle can be a handful, but you handcuffed his ass to a roof, in a place that is surrounded by fucking walkers?!"
Daryl placed his hand on her shoulder, standing in front of her. Making a gesture telling her 'He'll handle it.'
"Nah hold on, lemme process this shit man, you handcuffed my brother to a roof and left him for dead?!"
Rick stood there, taking in the anger that Daryl was throwing at him. "Yeah." He mumbled. Hanging his slightly.
Daryl threw the squirrels off his shoulder, preparing to launch at Rick. Shane came in and wrestled Daryl to the ground, pulling him into a choke hold. Athena walks up to him, taking her gun out and points it at Shane.
"Drop him." She hissed.
"Or what? What are you gonna do sweetheart?"
"You might think just because you got the badge Shane, that you're the all mighty or sum shit. But you ain't. Look around." She motioned her hands around the area. "There ain't no fucking government no more, which means whatever fucking status you had all before this, doesn't mean shit. Now," She cocks her gun, "Let him go before I shoot your fucking brains out."
Shane grunted before finally releasing Daryl. Taking her gun she slides it back into her holster. Shane got up, getting into her face. "I don't like your attitude." She smiles, cocking her head to the side. "Yeah, well then file a fucking complaint." And with that she walked away to her tent, the one that is specifically much farther away from the group.
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Pt.2
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Being a Grimes was a hard life to live. Your father as an ex-sheriff, mom a cheating whore and your little brother a menace. The apocalypse didn’t help your hatred towards Lori, her cheating with Shane when you all thought your father, Rick, to be dead in the hospital bed you were dragged away from. You felt sort of relieved when Lori passed giving birth to Judith, of course it was rough to lose your mom, but she no longer felt like your mom at that point.
 Carl always hated you for how you acted towards her, but when your family reached Alexandria, you had the chance to explain and his attitude changed drastically. While Alexandria felt too good to be true to begin with, your group melded seamlessly into the community. A few months or so passed with little incident, meeting Jesus from Hilltop, living in a false sense of peace. In the time of peace you had, you were going crazy without music, the songs running through your head never letting you fall asleep easy.
 So, you fixed up an old iPod with hundreds of songs left on it from before the fall of humanity. Skipping through the house you shared with your blood family, you slid on your socks into the kitchen blasting Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. You were in your own little world of music when Daryl walked into the room, staring you down with an amused look for a little before he cleared his throat. A gasp left you in panic when you slipped and fell onto the floor, your back meeting it on a personal level once more. 
“Fuck Daryl! What the hell?!”
His laugh filled your ears as you grabbed the counter to pull yourself from the floor. You couldn’t help yourself and started laughing at yourself with your boyfriend, his hands clutching his stomach as he keels over. You make your way over and smack his shoulder lightly while wheezing out a small ‘stop it!’. The both of you kept laughing until you slipped again and pulled Daryl down with you by mistake. He landed half on top of you with a grunt as you coughed from his weight being thrown on you suddenly. The laughter stopped after you gave a few more giggles, glancing up to the doorway to see Rick staring you down with that dad look on his face. You panic and push at Daryl’s shoulders trying to get him off of you before your dad came and beat the hell out of his best friend for being on top of his little girl... again. 
Daryl stayed pinned on top of you while your dad stared holes into the back of his head. You pushed at his shoulders more urgently, your eyes filled with panic. The crossbow wielding man suffocating you looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of cowboy boots, knowing that only Rick Grimes wore those in Alexandria. He panicked as well, scrambling off you before your dad could reach you, his hands pulling you from the floor to use you as a shield of human meat. 
“What were you two just doing? You better not have been fuckin’ my little girl Dixon. If you were I swear to whatever god is-”
“Dad! Stop it! We weren’t doing anything...I sort of slipped and fell and... Daryl fell with me.”
Blue eyes pierced yours before finding that you were telling the truth and nodded, clearing his throat and scratching at his head nervously,
“Maggie's gone into labour. We have to go to Hilltop. Doc says we shouldn’t rush it though. She’s not dilatated yet, but she asked for you by her side, Y/N.”
Both you and Daryl gasp at the news, you scrambling to get your running shoes and a sweater to keep warm. Daryl stared you down as you ran around the downstairs floor of the house for your things. Once you collected them, you kissed Daryl on the cheek as well as your dad before you were out of the house in a blur of black. You no longer cared what your father would say to your boyfriend, just focused on getting to your best friend who was going to give birth soon. 
You muttered hellos towards people you passed on your sprint, their eyes wide as they watched you go. When you reached the building you slowed your pace to a walk, entering the building panting and sweating and tired, but that was easily forgettable when you saw the state that Maggie was in. Glenn was at her side as you expected, him not looking the best either as he watched over and talked to his wife. As Maggie looked up at you, relief came over her face before she winced and clutched at her stomach, Glenn grasping her hands in worry. You stumbled to her side, Glenn matching your concern that she waved away even though she looked like the dead wandering outside. 
“Maggie... you are not ok. I’m going to find my dad... you’re way worse than you seem. Stay right here!”, you pointed at her spot in the bed as you kissed her forehead and sprinted away, yelling for Eugene to get everyone to the RV. 
More people watched you like you were crazy, your hair flying behind you and your steps echoing through the safe zone. Daryl, who had escaped your dad started running with you, questions flying at you as you ran. You answered all of them and he immediately broke away to gather everyone in your group for the trip, also wanting it to be as safe as possible for Maggie and the baby. As soon as you reached your house, you called for your dad and Michonne responded in a tone of confusion and calm. You sprinted upstairs after Michonne’s call back, her stopping you from falling as you tripped on the edge of the carpet.
“Dad! Maggie is getting worse, so much worse, we have to go! Right now!”, you tugged on Michonne’s hands, beckoning your dad to hurry the fuck up because he was just staring at you like he found Daryl on you again. 
They both reacted after a minute, shushing noises coming from both of them as Rick walked towards you to gather you in a hug. You sagged into it as Michonne rubbed your back, both shushing you still before Carl walked in and asked why he heard yelling. Then was when you started up again, tugging at you dad this time, ranting about how pale and weak Maggie looked in the bed. Carl reacted similar to you and began panicking, muttering about who would take care of Judith. You insisted that Olivia should but your dad silenced conversation.
“BE QUIET. OK. Y/N, you will stay and take care of Judith, Carl, grab your gun and lets get Maggie to Hilltop before dark. Don’t fight this, Y/N. You know you can’t put Maggie under more stress.”, his eyes met yours and you sighed knowing at every turn for the worse you would breakdown more and more. 
“Ok...”, you turned to Carl again and gripped his shoulders, “Don’t do anything dumb there kiddo. Stay safe and take care of Maggie.”
He nodded and hugged you before he left the room, Rick hugging you once more as Michonne nodded at you. You followed Carl's steps out of the room and back to the streets of Alexandria. You noticed Rosita and Abraham walking from a house and sprinted to them, sliding to a stop in front of them. 
“Don’t let Carl get hurt. I trust you both. I know you’ll keep an eye out for him. I have to stay and watch Judith... be safe.”, you hugged them both quickly before jogging to find the next group of people heading out. 
You came across everyone else already at the RV, Rick holding Judith and waiting for you to approach. You know he knew you would be running around  telling everyone to stay safe and to say a goodbye to Maggie. You grabbed your little sister from his arms, smiling at her coo of content being held by her sister. Your head turned rapidly through the group, searching for your boyfriends gruff expression when you spotted him, Glenn and Abraham helping Maggie out on a cot from the infirmary. You walked over to go through your stay safe speech, Maggie holding your hand until she was in the door of the RV, Rick now helping to lift her into the back onto the bed. Daryl stayed back to give you a peck on lips, you exchanged “I love you’s” and stay safes before he was in the RV and then they were gone. You waved at the RV with Judith until it was out of sight, a sigh leaving you as you walked back to the house to play with your sister before it was time for her dinner. 
You estimated it had been at least two hours since your family had left with Maggie. Having no way to know if they were alright terrified you, but you stayed calm because if you had panicked, Judith would’ve been crying as well and you could never calm her when you weren’t. Your little sister had fallen asleep on you as you had read her a beat up children’s book in hopes of making her tired after eating. When she finally did, you placed her gently in her crib and wandered to the kitchen. You stared at the floor in contemplation of whether or not you wanted water or orange juice. During your decision you may have zoned out... but we don’t mention that. Holding your glass of orange juice, you sighed. This was the second longest you had ever gone without knowing how your group was. It made you anxious, so anxious that you left the house quietly to sit by the little pond near the back walls of the community. The calm water always allowed you to calm your thoughts but as you sat watching the small ripples, it made you more anxious. You had to move, do something with your body because you just could not sit still, your bouncing leg testifying the truth behind your thoughts (unlike Amber Heard). So you got up and began a jog. It was all you could think of until the old crap box of an ipod fell from your pocket. You stared at it reflecting the moonlight before you realized that staring at it wouldn’t turn it on and calm your thoughts as you ran. 
Turning the ipod on and stuffing the headphones into your ears, you started your journey as a light jog. Your pace slowly progressed as you made your way around the entire community, soon enough you were sprinting through streets and weaving around lamp posts under the light of the full moon and stars. The breeze caressed your shoulders as you ran for a while, only stopping when you nearly fell over the edge of a sidewalk. When you did and wiped your brow of sweat, looking around to see where you ended up. Seeing that you ended up at the gates, you sighed remembering why you had began your run in the first place. Time wasn’t really something you were entirely sure of anymore so when you glanced at the ipod time out of habit, you sighed. You never asked any member of Alexandria if they had a clock that was never changed, so your ipod time just read 1:23am. You estimated it might be right but really you just hoped it wasn’t. That would mean that your family had gone for most of the day and night, with no way of knowing when they would be back...well. Until the gates opened for the RV as you had started a slow walk back to the house. Seeing it covered in bullet holes and the look on your dads face as he drove, you knew deep down that something happened. 
Your worst fears were confirmed when the door opened and out stepped everyone except for Glenn, Maggie, Abraham and Daryl. Not seeing them brought tears to your eyes as you rushed to your dad and pulled him into an embrace, looking around for answers. Rick looked like he had died and been revived three times with no proper recovery to look like a human again, Rosita was crying, Carl was dead silent and looking angry if anything. It did not settle well with you as your little brother made eye contact with you and shook his head before he walked away from everyone. No one gave you answers as they all split ways, whatever happened out there shaking them all to the core as your dad sobbed into your shoulder. Michonne was the only one who looked semi-normal, her hand steading you under your dads weight. You stared her down curiously, wanting answers about what had happened and where your boyfriend and best friends were. She just shook her head while staring at the back of Ricks head. You knew that meant it wasn't wise to discuss what happened in front of the broken man. He hadn’t cried this much since... well, since Lori died. 
So, you went along with it and helped your dad to the house, silently as possible bringing him to his room where he could shower the blood off him and maybe regain some thought. When Michonne situated him under the stream of water and sat beside you on the couch, you didn’t ask what happened. You knew she would let you know when she was ready to put into words. The two of you sat in silence, only the water running providing background noise.
“Everything was on plan. We were making our way to Hilltop but we encountered blocks in the road. The saviors put them there. Negan. That’s the leaders name.”, Michonne took a big breath, not knowing how to explain the rest as she stared at her hands, “It was unexpected. They cornered us. Eugene took the RV the route we were going while we ran through the woods carrying Maggie on the stretcher. We were cornered that way too.”
You listened avidly, leaning forwards onto your knees and reaching to hold her hand, Michonne squeezing it lightly in thanks for your silent comfort.
“He made us kneel. On the ground, in front of him. Negan, I mean.”, she corrected herself when she saw your confusion, “There was a lot of them though. He said he was pissed about the outpost we attacked a while back. Said we had to pay for killing so many of his men, even when he sent more to kill us and we killed them.”
Michonne paused and tilted her head towards the stairs where the sound of the shower running was coming from, “Negan took your dad in the RV somewhere... he won’t talk about it. Before that... he took revenge.”
You could see the struggle in her mind on how to word the happenings before the RV trip with Negan. Michonne had just opened her mouth to phrase it gently, knowing you lost your boyfriend and two good friends without knowing it yet when Carl chimed in from the stairs as he walked down them to the kitchen. 
“He bashed in Abrahams head with his baseball bat. Daryl got angry at his taunting, punched Negan, Negan got more angry and based in Glenn’s as well.”
He vanished up the stairs after that, leaving you and Michonne to stare after him in disbelief. On your end it was because you had learned so coldly that two of your friends had had their heads bashed in brutally by a baseball bat, which Michonne soon explained is also covered in barbed wire and called Lucille. You had scoffed at that, as any person would, but the look your dad’s girlfriend sent you had you rethinking your choices. She continued to explain that because of Daryl’s burst of energy and anger despite being injured caused Negan to take an interest him. Which led to the Saviors pulling him from the ground and into a truck to be taken to the sanctuary. 
You had frozen, your mind blank with the thought that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend in a long while despite seeing him earlier and everything was ok. Tears leaked down your face as you shrank into the couch, your entire body shaking as grief washed over you. Michonne rubbed your leg soothingly for a little while until the shower turned off, she then excused herself to go and stay with your dad, knowing you had your ways of dealing with sadness. She was right, you did. Sobbing still and shaking violently, you made your way outside again, walking with your head down until you made it to the gates. It would never be the same and you knew that when Rosita came up to you with tears streaming down her face as well and hugged you tightly. 
As you both stood sobbing into each others shoulders, you knew that you both had just gotten closer, but also that safety was never something you would get again. With the moon casting shadows over your hugging figures as cries of despair filled the night, something had set in steel deep down inside you. You, along with the rest of the community, would never be the same. Not even with Jesus smiling at you from Hilltop.
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