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name/nickname: A- - - 
height: 5′7
hogwarts house: ravenclaw, if i must 
last thing I googled: Ashland, Kentucky Terence M. Green. not stalking someone, just trying to see if the story that made me weep on the train was online (it’s not.) 
a fictional character i’d like as a sibling: Odysseus. We’d share salt. 
how many blankets do you sleep with: one, but just so many pillows 
favourite artist/band: i am in a period of Not Liking Music
how many blogs do I follow: 758.
what do I usually post about: mundane complaints; my writing; other people’s writing; stuff about the books I read; pretty things, from dresses to landscapes.
do you get asks regularly: no, but i ~would welcome~ them, as we all know I am vain as a peacock 
what’s your aesthetic: excess in all things. 

Songbird-Ch.2

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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Word Count: 2,758

[VIOLENCE]


     The night air blew a rather unpleasant chill up your skirt, and you squinted to gaze at the neon sign just above you. The Stranger Lounge, one of the hottest joints in town, and your destination for the evening.

     “Hey there, dolly,” a sandy-haired boy called over to you as he leaned against the brick wall of the place, snapping his suspenders with a wink.

     You paid him no mind as you opened the door and stepped inside. The cigar smoke hit you as hard as the music. There was laughter and chit chat from men and women alike throughout the space. Girlies with feather fans were dancing on stage for a sea of small white round tables, covered in a cream colored cloth. Along the back wall were large U-shaped booths, for the more distinguished clientele. Men in suits with fat cigars stuck between their lips laughed with young beautiful women. This is where married men came to play, and the object of their fantasies came to make a quick buck, or at least earn a new fur coat.

     It was a rambunctious space, but it wasn’t where the action was. Oh, no. For the select few in the know, there was a much better spot. It lay below, hidden in the basement of this establishment. You made your way around tables of obnoxious cackling men and doe-eyed girls all clapping as the dancers kicked their legs in the air. Down a hallway and passed the kitchen where the laughter and music was drowned by the clanking of dishes and yelling of the cooks.

     “God damn it, Jimmie! Where the fuck are my steaks?! You killin’ the cow yourself you slow son of…” their voices trailed as you walked further.

     Through another hallway and finally to a set of stairs leading you down a low narrow corridor. At the bottom lay a heavy wooden door. And behind that door lay criminals. Always the same familiar dryness in your throat as you took each step into the darkness. The click of your heels echoed off of the cold brick, counting down your last minute before entering this proverbial lions den.

     In the distance you could see a couple standing at the base of the steps. The metal slot of the door scraped open hard and a set of eyes leered through the slit.

     “Cat’s miaow,” you heard the fella say confidently and then smile to his girl.
The grate slid shut with a bang and then there was silence.

     “Hey!” he began to bang on the door until it opened once again, “cat’s miaow! That was the password last week!”

     “Well, it ain’t last week no more, is it? So scram!” the gravelly voice spoke from behind the door.

     He pulled the girl back up the stairs, muttering curses under his breath and brushing into you as you passed each other.

     “But Johnny, you said-“ she whined and his face got red.

     “I know what I said, okay?!”

      The password to get in was ever-changing. This helped keep out any unfavorable people who had somehow managed to get in. But for those special few, such as yourself, you had a card. This could be shown at the door and allow you to gain entrance no matter what. Most of the carriers were gangsters and the affiliates of such. People you wouldn’t want to upset by making them figure out through the grape-vine how to get in.

     You fumbled through your handbag at the door, looking for the card when you heard the clicking of locks. The door creaked open to the sound of a familiar jazz band playing and the thumping of half-full glasses on the bar top.

     “I know who you are, no n-need for that, Miss,” the doorman tipped his hat to you as walked through the smoky interior.

     The ceiling was low and the lights were dim. A few warm bodies bumped against you and you found yourself seated at the L-shaped bar. The counter was slightly wet and you pulled your hands back to avoid it. A sea of brightly colored liquor bottles lined some shelves all the way up to the ceiling. Some of them, you imagined, worth more than you made in the last few months combined.

     “Sorry about that, little lady,” the handsome owner swiped a rag in front of you to clean the mess.

     You swiveled in your stool to watch the band play for a moment. The music from the instruments vibrated in your chest and you smiled watching the crowd of men and women drunkenly dance away in front of the stage.

     “Gunna dance a bit?” he asked you.

     “Not tonight, Zenny,” you sighed and faced his red eyes once more.

     “A drink, then?” he pulled a clean glass from underneath and set it in front of you with a smile.

     “You know I can’t stand that coffin varnish,” you laughed.

     He had known, of course. Instead, he was pouring you some water in the glass. A white bandage was wrapped around his knuckles and he slid it towards you, the ice clinking.

     “Hey! How’s that hand? It looks brand new, already,” you exclaimed.

     Just two days before he had been in a tussle with another man bent on causing a raucous. Zen wiped the floor with him, but his hand had been badly hurt. You’d never even know, watching him work the bar tonight as he was.

     “Ah, it’s nothing,” he rubbed his hand, “bandage is basically for show at this point. I’m all healed, really.”

     Beneath that warm and charming smile was a tough guy. A character who grew up on the streets and made his way in life by understanding respect and hard work. And on top of that, he had a beautiful singing voice. Girl from all over town flocked to watch him at the mic, making their dates jealous as they got moon-eyed over him.

     It was strange, to like someone like Zen. In any other scenario you would have him arrested. But here you were, sitting in this blind pig he ran, laughing with him. Having connections with the very people you set out to investigate was not something you had planned for. Often, you lay awake at night pondering whether or not you could really see this thing through. Could you sit across someone like Zen in that courtroom, your finger pointing towards him as he sat in shackles? All eyes on you, all ears listening to your testimony. You let the water swill in your mouth for a bit before swallowing it along with the thoughts and anxieties that had built up in the moment.

     “They’re in the back room, waiting for you I’m sure,” he mentioned while filling up another man’s glass.

     “Yeah, waiting for me to bring the drinks,” you said with sarcasm.

     “Hey, what do we always say? There could be worse things. For people like us, there could be worse things,” he replied.

     He wasn’t wrong. Just remembering the bullet from the other night had you suddenly delighted to carry a tray of jag juice around for the men.

     “Butt me?” you asked.

     He pulled a cigarette for you and lit it when you placed it between your lips. You gave him a wave before heading off through the crowds and into another room. Although the music carried through, there was no dancing here. Only gambling and heavy drinking. In the center of the room you saw Saeyoung seated in his usual spot at the table, holding a hand full of cards while puffing from a strong cigar with a smirk.

     Yoosung stood along the wall but rushed to greet you as you walked through. You took a seat on a nearby plush chair and blew a puff of smoke.

     “There you are!” Yoosung smiled as he stood above you.

     “Here I am,” you grinned back.

     “They’re in good spirits tonight, I think.”

     They, meaning Mad Hatter and the rest of the gang at the card table. Some of them were Capos for the family, you knew that from all you had researched. Others were local business owners who occasionally did work for the outfit. You could scan the room and put a name to each face. Except one…a younger looking male holding a drink tray was standing in a corner.

     His thick dark hair and quivering nature had you unsettled. While everyone seemed to be enjoying the night, he seemed to do not much but stare at the card table. You took another drag of your cigarette and narrowed your eyes onto him, inquisitively.

     “Who’s that?” you asked Yoosung.

     “I’m not sure. He seems pretty quiet. I think Zen might’a hired him? Pretty shy, but can you blame him?” he shrugged.

     “Lucky! We’re thirsty,” Saeyoung taunted from the table.

     Yoosung jumped up to grab his tray of glasses while the men threw more money onto the table and carried on with their conversations.

     “You take a drink, first,” Saeyoung gestured to a full glass and urged Yoosung to drink.

      “No…I don’t…” Yoosung shrunk into himself at the thought.

     “Come on, be a man and drink with us, Lucky!” he pat Yoosung on the back roughly and caused him to choke on the liquid.

     Everyone was laughing at Yoosung’s face, he was clearly trying not to spit out the harsh alcohol burning his throat and lungs.

     “Get outta here,” Saeyoung laughed, only to trip him as Yoosung tried to walk away from the table.

     A few of the drink glasses spilled on the carpet as he tumbled and the table was roaring. You tossed your cigarette in a nearby abandoned glass, going to help Yoosung clean up the mess, when Saeyoung spoke in a more serious tone.


      “You aren’t laughing,” and as he spoke the space went still and quiet. The only sound being the band from the other room who simultaneously picked up the pace with a new song.

     At first you thought he was looking to you. Your heart went into your throat and you froze, only to see him looking directly behind you at the dark haired boy.

     “Was that not funny enough for you? Are you worried for poor Lucky, here?” he took the cigar from between his teeth and with a smirk pointed it towards Yoosung who had straightened all the glasses and was picking up bits of ice. “Lucky, come here. You’re alright, aren’t you?”

     Yoosung ran to his side with a nod. Saeyoung puffed on his cigar for a moment before clenching it in his teeth once more. He smiled and pretended to dust Yoosung off, straightening his bow tie and vest for him.

     “See? Kid’s alright,” Saeyoung held his palms open as if he was showing Yoosung off to the room.

     The boy said nothing. You stood only a few feet from him now and could see his eyes were unblinking. His hands trembled slightly at his sides as if he was deciding to reach into his pocket or not.

     “You’ve been staring at me all night. If you keep staring without saying anything I’m going to pluck your eyes out of your fucking skull,” he took a swig from his glass and sighed.

     The room was thick with tension now. Everybody was staring at this boy, Yoosung’s mouth hung open. He couldn’t be more than 15. He was small and skinny, his eyes were still that of a child. His lips were moving but his words were a whisper. If you hadn’t been so close you wouldn’t have caught some of his mumbling.

     “Killed him…killed my dad,” the boys voice was hoarse and quivering. He had a crazed look in his eyes.

     His fingers slowly reached for his hip and you took a quick breath when you glimpsed the outline of a gun. Your eyes flashed to Saeyoung who was making a move of his own. Of course, he wasn’t a fool. But you had to do something.
Lifting your skirt you whipped your own gun out and brought it down with a rich thud to the back of the kids skull. He went hurling to the ground on his knees and you kicked him in the side. Not too hard, but hard enough.

     “I think this kid’s bent,” you played it off, “probably been sneaking drinks all night. Come on, you. Time to go home,” you heaved and picked him up by the collar, dragging him towards the back door and into the alley.

     Your heart was racing and you tried to keep your hands from shaking so much after you let him loose. Bending down you got close enough to whisper.

     “You bitch. He killed my pop,” he said angrily through tears.

“Go home. Kiss your mama. You have no idea what you almost got yourself into,” you stood up, “don’t be such a dummy. You have to take care of your family now.”

     You left him out there and walked back inside, glad to hear that the normal chatter has resumed.

     “He wants to see you,” one of Saeyoung’s body guards appeared from your side and nodded his head in a gesture to follow him.

     The room looked like an office. You’d never seen it before, perhaps where they did the book keeping. What you wouldn’t give for a few minutes alone in there to read through some of the documents. You made a mental note of where it was. Perhaps one day, if Zen let you in. Maybe if you said you forgot something…If they had names, any names at all to connect them to other syndicates and families, or to where this booze was coming from…

     The red haired man stood up from a chair and walked until he was arms length in front of you. Very rarely had you been so close to him. Only now could you see just how handsome he really was. How could someone so cruel be so good looking?

     “How do you know that kid?” he asked with a dull face.

     “I don’t,” which was the truth.

     “And I don’t believe you. He’s about to pull a gun on me and you saved him anyway? Don’t lie to me,” he smiled, his gloved fingers traced your jaw line for a moment, “do you know who sent him, maybe? Maybe you did, and gave him a whack when you got cold feet?”

     His hand now had a grip on your jaw, and you realized he had been pushing you back and now had you pressed between him and a wall. The tips of his fingers pressed in further and he tilted his head while looking at you with a curious grin. Your chest was beating so hard you could almost swear everyone in the room could hear it, but you knew it was only your imagination.

     “If you get your paws off me, I could talk to you,” you spit back, not knowing where this fire was coming from.

      The few men in the room made an ‘ooh’ sound and a few chuckled at Saeyoung being had. He moved his face closer to yours, looking deep into your eyes as he released his fingers.

     “She may be cute as a kitten but this one has claws, boys!” he laughed and stepped away.

     They were all smiling as well. It was like being part of a joke you knew nothing about. You straightened your headband and took a quiet deep breath.

 
      “I’m just fucking with you,” he took his hat off and ran his hand through his red hair as he leaned on the front of the desk with a smile, “I know who that kid is. Oh! I see that look on your face. Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’m not going to do anything to him. He’s just a squirt, right?”

     The men all seemed to relax again and some even lit up a smoke as they sat down in their chairs.

     “There’s something about you. I don’t know what it is, but I like you. You’re observant. And you’ve got a kick to you,” he brought a glass of hooch over and placed it in your hand.

     Even the smell was strong enough to knock you back on your butt. You let it wet your lips but nothing more. Was the underboss…inviting you to drink with him?

     “Anyway, I’ve got your nickname figured out,” he adjusted the flower on your headband with delicate fingers, “I’m going to call you Kitty.”

Too In Character

 Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 758

-Jared and the reader do a breakup scene that just feels too real for Jared-

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.



          Jared had been kind of worried ever since he had seen the script. You had been teasing him, but he legitimately seemed like this scene was going to be a problem for him. The two of you had never had that big of an issue when doing a scene together for Supernatural.

           “Jare?” you made him look at you as the two of you sat together before the scene was going to be shot.

           He looked up, “Hmm?”

           “You’re thinking too hard.”

           He shrugged, “This scene is just going to suck.”

           You laughed slightly, “Babe, you do fights with all kinds of monsters and this is the scene that stresses you out?”

           He nodded, “Yeah. It is.”

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Proposal - Bruce Wayne

Originally posted by writers-square

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!!

Request: Hiya!! Can i request Bruce Wayne proposing to the reader? Thank you so very much!! - anon

Warnings: MAJOOORR FLUFFFFF

Word Count: 758 

Your Name: Submit What is this?


Click Click Click Click, you heard the sound of your heels tapping the hardwood floor as you maneuvered through the grocery store looking for some, well, groceries. Usually Alfred would be getting them, but the man does so much, you just decided to do it. Even though Alfred insisted that he would go because it’s your and Bruce’s anniversary, you still went.

You heard the chitter chatter of the people, you tried not to listen in on their conversations but you would just listen to a couple of sentences and then continue searching the aisle for what you were looking for.

“Barb, did I ever tell you what happened to Carol?”

“No, what happened.”

“I heard that her husband cheated on her and they’re gonna file a divorce”

“Oh no, Carol and John were perfect”

“Ugh, i know”

You stopped listening right there, it was too sad for you. You couldn’t imagine Bruce cheating on you. Although he wasn’t your husband, he was your boyfriend, for 7 years today. You loved him dearly, you couldn’t bare him suddenly leaving you, just the thought gave you shivers.

You continued roaming the aisle in hoped of finding bread pudding, or at least the mixing for it. You had once made it for all the boys and they had fallen in love with it, so you decided to make it once again, just because. Once you had finally found the mixing, you made your way to the check out. You had around 20+ items so you couldn’t go to the 10 items or less aisle, so you just went to the regular one. It took awhile but you finally got all your things checked out and you made your way to your car to go home to Bruce.

Once you had made your way back to the mansion, you took out all the bags and fiddled with the keys to the front door, remembering that Alfred always left it open you just walked in. But as soon as you walked in you saw flower petals leading outside. Being the curious person you were you decided to go and check it out. You dropped the bags gently on the floor and followed the path. Once you had went outside to the patio you saw bright lights hung up everywhere and a huge collage of the picture you and Bruce took over the years.  

You spun in circles trying to take it all in but you noticed Bruce standing there in a full tuxedo. “Hey, you look handsome.” you complimented as you reached him. “Hello gorgeous, follow me,” he said as he took your hand and directed you to a small table for two. He pulled out a chair for you and then sat in the one across from you. “If you had told me about this i would have dressed more properly,” you said as you started nibbling on the breadsticks, “Well, you look beautiful anyways, you always do.” you blushed a deep red once he said those words. “Thank you,” you replied as Alfred brought out the main course. Once he had left you asked, “So whats all this for?” Bruce looked at you while taking a sip of his whine, “well, um now that you asked, i’ve been meaning to tell you something”  you nodded as a sign for him to continue. He stood up and took your hand once again and brought you to the center of the collage, he started to kneel down on one knee and took out a ring from his jacket pocket. “I have loved you for 7 years now, and I can’t go another day as you being just my girlfriend, I want you to be more, I want you to be my wife, I want to love you forever, I want to wake up next to you, knowing that you’re my wife. So, Y/F/N Will You Marry Me?” At this point you had your free hand covering your mouth and tears coming out of your eyes, “Yes, yes I will” you stuttered out, nodding your head. Bruce slipped the ring on your ring finger and got up, he held you in his arms, kissing you passionately. “YESSSS!!!!” you heard behind you. All the boys, including Alfred, had been secretly watching you behind the bush, but that secret ended when Dick yelled out. Jason slapped him upside the head, murmuring “idiot” as they all went inside. You looked at Bruce smiling as he held you in his arms, smiling back at you.

Carl Grimes - I Believe In You (Part 3 - final)

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Hi guys! So here is Part 3 of the Carl imagine I did that so many of you requested it! This is the last one, so I hope you enjoy! ♥

You can read the other ones here> Part 1 and Part 2

Summary: After having an argument with Carl, you still have to survive the rest of the day in Alexandria with Negan and his Saviors doing whatever they please (Based on ep 7x04 “Service”)

Warnings: just a savior being an asshole, as per usual

Word count: 1,758 (oh yeah) 


After the little scene with Carl at the garage, I was back at our house with Judith. She was one of the few people that I wanted to be around right now. I also could really use a talk with Michonne at the moment. She was always so understanding, like a second mom to me. I always went to her whenever me and Carl had problems, she always gave the best advices. But I just I realized I hadn’t seen her since this morning.

Sighing, I sat on the bed, with Judy on my lap. I was exhausted. Not only physically but just exhausted in general. I wanted this all over. I started daydreaming  of an alternative reality where none of this shit was happening. Me and Carl strolling through the streets of Alexandria, hand in hand, while Judith giggled happily next to us. Glenn and Maggie with their baby, Sasha and Abraham together, Rick and Michonne making pancakes at our kitchen, on a sunny sunday morning. And Negan didn’t even exist. I smiled to myself just thinking about it.

But all of that was never going to happen, never. It felt like a nightmare that I could never wake up from. Reality hurts like a bitch.

Suddenly, jolting me out of my thoughts, I heard three knocks on the door. It was Aaron telling me that Rick needed everyone at the church, that we had a problem with the guns. Oh, how exciting.

I placed Judith back on her crib and followed Aaron to the church. Everyone was sitting on the pews while Rick was standing up in front of a cross stained glass. I sat beside Aaron and Eric, who coincidentally were sitting right behind Carl. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?

“I thought about hiding some of the guns, I did it before. But what if the Saviors find those guns? One of us dies. Or maybe more than that. We don’t have to like it, but we need to give ‘em over. A Glock 9 and a 22. That’s what they’re looking for. Who has it?” Rick announced staring at us, searching for some kind of answer in our expressions.

What? Someone stole the guns? What was happening?

“Someone has them. If we don’t find them they’re gonna kill Olivia.”

Of course. Of course someone would die. I sighed and just thought to myself that I wanted to punch the asshole that hid the goddamn guns.

We just stared at each other and no one said a word. Maybe the person that did it was too scared to admit.

“Let me put this to you as clearly as I can. I’m not in charge anymore,” Rick stated, looking down, “Negan is. Now who has the guns?”

As much as I knew that Rick was not the guy who called the shots anymore, it was still hard hearing him say it out loud. It made everything feel more real.

Again, we just stared at each other. I was beginning to think that this was just a misunderstanding and that nobody had really hidden any of the guns. Just as I was about to say that to Aaron, Eugene said from behind us:

“Not everyone is here.”

He was right, a lot of people were missing. Michonne, Spencer, Rosita…

Spencer. My mind immediately went to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who started all this mess. He had already done this before and I didn’t trust him one bit.

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe we should search the houses then, see if we could find something?” I suggested, turning my head to look at Rick.

“Yeah…” he replied, thinking for a second, “maybe that could work.  Let’s go then.”

Nodding my head quickly, I got up and walked towards the church exit, with Aaron and Eric behind me. I said a quick bye to them and just as I was about to turn left and go back to my house, I heard a distant voice calling my name. I didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

“(Y/N), wait!” Carl shouted from behind me.

“What do you want?” I replied, slowing my pace and turning my body so I was able to face him.

“Can we talk, please?” He begged with a low voice.

“Yeah, I guess. But make it quick, we have work to do.”

I didn’t want him to think that everything was alright just because I agreed to talk to him. But I also didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I knew well enough that nowadays, staying in bad terms with someone you love was stupid. You never knew when it would be your last moment with them.

“I just… I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I was so stupid. But it’s hard for me, being so powerless, seeing them taking everything we fought so hard to have, and not being able to do anything to stop it. I promise I will try to control myself. At least near you, so I don’t put you in danger as well.”

I sighed and looked at him, trying to find my words. I knew this was very hard for him.

“I know how you feel, believe me I know. I know how brave you can be and how strong your personality is, how you don’t take shit from anyone. That’s who you are. And I love that, I really do. It’s one of my favorite things about you. But you can’t let this anger take the best of you everytime. It’s not worth it.”

“I know. You’re right, as always.” He said and I laughed. He always knew how to calm me down and how to make me less angry with him.

“Yes, sir. I am” I said playfully and stepped closer to him. “I’m sorry too.” I murmured, my smile fading.

“Sorry for what?” He asked, confused.

“I think I overreacted a little back there. I was stressed and anyway, it was too much to deal with all at once. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled and put his hands around my waist, while I put my arms around his neck. Our noses almost touching. I was fully aware that we were almost kissing in the middle of the street, with a bunch of Saviors walking around us, but I couldn’t care less.

“Okay sheriff, we got work to do. We can finish this later.” I smirked and grabbed his hand, walking towards the houses so we could search some of them.

When we were about a block away from our house, I saw them. Two saviors going in and out, taking all kinds of things away. Our furniture, cushions, clothes and even our matress. I couldn’t believe it. Taking all our guns and medicine wasn’t enough?

I tried to ignore it but then I saw one of the men holding something in his hand that was reflecting the sunlight. Please no.

It was my necklace. The necklace Glenn brought to me from a run. It was all I had left from him.

It was still so fresh in my memory, me and him by the gates, just chatting about nothing in particular, until he asked what was the thing I missed the most besides my family. “My cat”, I answered laughing. And he laughed even more. He left saying he would try to bring a present to me. And later he came back with a silver necklace, with the little silhouette of a cat. He said it was for me to use it so I could remember both of them, not only my cat but Glenn too.

Before I could think properly I was already running towards the man.

“Hey! You’re not taking that!” I screamed at him, anger clear in my voice.

“Or what? You gonna stop me, little girl?” He said laughing, a gross smirk on his face.

“Why do you even need a necklace?”

“I don’t need it but a lady back at the Sanctuary might like it.” He replied, the creepy smirk still on his face.

“Please,” I begged, looking down, “just let me keep it. It’s all I have left” I couldn’t believe I was actually saying please to this fucker. But it was worth it.

“What was that, girl? You’re gonna have to say it again.” He said, stepping closer to me and stroking my face with his index finger. I held my breath and tried to hide how disgusted I was.

“Please.” I repeated, louder this time. It was humiliating.

He tossed the necklace at my face and leaned closer to me, eyeing me up and down.

Looking over his shoulder I could see Carl and Rick next to a tree, watching from afar. Probably making sure the man wouldn’t do anything to me. Carl had his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. It probably took everything in him to not come here and punch this son of a bitch right in the face. But I was glad he didn’t. That meant he was really serious about not being reckless anymore.

“Be careful, little girl. Be careful.”  he murmured next to my ear, sending shivers down my back.

He finally walked away and I ran back to Carl, looking for some sense of protection, hugging him tightly and burying my head in the crook of his neck. I inhaled his scent and immediately felt safe again.

“Are you okay? Did he say anything to you?” He asked, stroking my hair.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m okay.” I answered, looking up at him and giving him a reassuring smile. At least I got my necklace back.

Carl and I went inside to check on Judith and by the time we were back, Negan and his men were already leaving. I leaned on Carl’s shoulder as I saw Daryl disappearing in the horizon, along with the trucks.

“We will get back at them, sooner or later. This is not our life.” Carl said, more to himself than to me. I looked up at him and clutched at the necklace in my hand, trying to hold on to the last piece of good memories I still had. From the friends we lost and from our life before all of this.

“We will. If there’s one thing that I learned with Glenn is that hope is the one thing they can’t take away from us. I believe in him. And I believe in you.


(A/N): There you go, guys! I hope this was what you were waiting for.
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supercorp fic recs. ♡

i have been reading tons of fics ever since I joined this fandom and I figure it is time to do a fic recs post. yknow , to spread more love and supercorp feels.

(p/s: thank you ff writers, you guys are a life saver, I love you all)

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8) My personal Santa in heels by Clonchi (31, 177 words)

9) Oblivious by BiJane (13, 278 words)

10) You Saved Me DarthSayahSwag (18, 160 words)

One Shot

1) A Birthday to Remember by Tass_Ki (3, 008 words)

2) danishes and other sweet treats by unicyclehippo (16, 704 words)

3) the way we mend by TheRagingThespian (5, 073 words)


p/s: can anyone recommend me some fics in return?