andrea fine

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I hope we haven't lost Magen. It looks like she's been hacked and she's saying Taylor's been in Nashville only and only hanging with her mom. That would only happen if Andrea was bed sick and had only days left to live. Austin has been doing his own thing so I'm sure Andrea is really fine.


I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm
‘cause I’d rather be left for dead
than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.
I’m not looking for someone who can save me.
Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I wanna go.
So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems
you will burn someday.
The most fertile lands were built by the hands of volcanoes,
And I wanna know what grows beneath the drone of Hallmark and roses.
I want your goodbye to feel like explosives,
Your lips, a burning building without fire escapes.
Your hips the gates of hell if I know if heaven exists,
But this will do just fine.
—  Andrea Gibson, “Wasabi”

breaking bad au where instead of jesse insisting that gus spares walt he’s all like “why would i give a fuck? kill that nerd” and then he and gus and mike rule the criminal underground w/o issue and brock and andrea are fine and skyler launders the rest of the money she had from walt successfully and basically everyone’s lives are better

Shoot Him Again, You Best Pray I’M Dead

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do an imagine with a throwback to season 2 when Andrea accidentally shoots Daryl on the side of his head and once you both realize it’s Daryl you start attacking her until someone has to pull you off and then later when Daryl founds out he tells you how proud he is of his girl?

It’s Throwback Thursday, y’all! I should make this a frequent thing. Haha. Anyway, here’s:

Shoot Him Again, You Best Pray I’M Dead

“Guys!” Andrea said from her perch on top of the RV. “There’s a walker.” You stood up from where you were pealing vegetables with Lori, squinting at the walker in the distance. “I can get it.” Andrea took aim.

“We got it.” Shane said, grabbing his weapon and running off with Glenn and T-Dog in the direction of the walker.

“Wait!” Rick said, “Hershel wants to take care of them himself!”

Rick took off after the other men, and you went sprinting after them, unsheathing your knife as you went. Rick and Shane had been causing problems lately, and you’d be damned if they got you all kicked off this farm. When you caught up to the group, they were watching the walker closely; he had his head down and was swaying slightly, not attacking any of you, and there was blood all down the front of his shirt and even more seeping from a wound on the side of his stomach. He must be freshly dead.

He raises his head slowly when he realizes you’re all standing there, and you cover your mouth to hide your terrified gasp; it was Daryl. There was blood in his beard, a string of ears around his neck, and a faraway look in his eyes. “Oh no.” Rick said, and no one moved. Then, he slowly raised his gun.

“Rick.” You choke out.

Then Daryl spoke. “You keep pointin’ that gun in my face, you gonna shoot me or what?”

“Oh thank god!” You cry, your legs almost giving out. “You’re OK!” You step forward to hug him when a gunshot goes off behind you and Daryl drops to the ground.

“NO!” You and the rest of the group yell.

“Daryl!” You drop to your knees in the dirt, trying to examine him through your tears. “He’s still breathing! We have to get him to Hershel!”

Rick and Shane haul him up to his feet and start off in the direction of the house, half-dragging, half-carrying your unconscious and bleeding boyfriend through the feild. “Why does he have a necklace of walker ears?” Glenn asks, and Rick rips the accessory off.

“I don’t know, but let’s keep that between us.”

You follow closely behind them as they run toward the house, fuming and shaking with rage. “What happened?” Lori asked once the group got in range of the camp.

“See?” Andrea called as she climbed down from the RV, and you veered off in her direction. “I told you I could hit it.” She stepped down off the ladder and you punched her in the nose as she turned around.

“YOU SHOT DARYL, YOU MORONIC BITCH!” You scream, hitting her again, grateful that Daryl had taught you to fight back at the camp in Atlanta.

Andrea’s nose was bleeding and she was trying to find her footing as she said, “What?”

“That was DARYL out there.” You hit her again and she falls to the ground. “And he was HURT.” Again. “And you have probably KILLED him. All because you can’t follow DIRECTIONS for once in your fuckin LIFE!” You rear back to hit her again, but someone stopped you.

T-Dog had you by your wrist and was working to restrain your arms behind your back. “Just calm down, Y/N. Daryl’s not dead yet.”

You struggle in his grip while Dale helps Andrea to her feet, handing her a rag for her nose. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was Daryl.”

“But you still didn’t LISTEN.” You say. “You’re not the hot shot you think you are, Andrea, even if it HAD been a walker, you could’ve missed and hit any of us. Right now, though, I guess we’re lucky you’re a shit shot otherwise we’d be BURYING Daryl.”

“That’s enough.” Dale said. “Y/N, go inside. Daryl’s been through enough today, and I’m sure he’ll appreciate it if you’re there when he wakes up. Andrea’s sorry, and beating up on her isn’t going to make anything better.”

You yank yourself out of T-Dog’s grasp and storm inside the house, where you help Maggie and Beth get the blood and guts out of your boyfriend’s hair.


After a few days, Daryl was up and moving a little more freely. He still couldn’t go out on runs or out looking for Sophia, but he could take short walks around the camp site once a day. Other than that, he was still mostly bed ridden. You were staying in his tent with him almost 24/7, making sure he was eating and helping to change his bandages and keeping him company, but that also meant that Andrea was steering clear of the tent all together. Which was fine by you.

One evening, though, Daryl was feeling well enough to get up and eat dinner at the campsite with the others, so you helped him walk over and sit down around the fire. “How are you feeling?” Lori asked.

“Better.” He said, accepting his plate of food from her and looking up at the others. “Thanks.” He looked across the fire and saw Andrea, her nose and eye swollen and purple bruises across her jaw. “What happened to you?”

Everyone went silent for a moment and looked at you. Then Glenn started to laugh. “Y/N beat the shit out of her.”

“Glenn!” Lori chastised him.

“No, it’s fine.” Andrea said. “And true.”

“You were unconscious and bleeding everywhere, and she comes storming up around the RV and just clocks Andrea right in the nose. Now she’s bleeding everywhere and Y/N’s screaming and throwing punches and it was awesome.” Glenn’s laughing now.

“Knock it off, Glenn.” Dale says.

“Is that true?” Daryl looks at you.

“Yeah.” You nod, looking at your food.

Daryl smiles, patting your knee. “That’s my girl. Tough as nails.” He kisses you on the cheek. “Proud of you, girl.”

“I’m sorry, by the way.” Andrea says and everyone looks at her. “For shooting you.”

Daryl shrugs. “You were just protecting the camp. I get that.” The atmosphere around the campfire relaxed. “But, Andrea?”


“Shoot me again, you best pray I’m dead.”

The group laughed and you cracked a smile. “Shoot him again Andrea, and you best pray I’M dead.” Andrea joined in on the laughter and you knew all was forgiven. Things would get better again. They always do.



And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

~Christmas Eve~

The Grimes house was buzzing with activity all day. Guests had been coming and going, the kids were hanging around the tree trying to guess what was in the boxes, and delicious smells were wafting out of the kitchen. It was hectic and noisy and absolutely wonderful to Michonne. She sat holding Piper while her mom and Rick’s mother cooked up a storm in preparation for tomorrow. Michonne was relegated to the official taster in her own house but it gave her more time to spend with everyone so she wasn’t complaining.

“Michonne, how is my grandbaby handling being out of your room?” Suzanne Grimes asked.

“She was fine the first night because Rick moved her when she was asleep. But I guess she realized what was up the next night because she wasn’t having it. But she’s better now. Though I think Judith has been waking her up at night to play.” Michonne looked down at a sleeping Piper. “It keeps her quiet at night but I don’t know how that’s going to work when Judy has to go back to school after New Years.”

“You and Rick need put a stop to it now before it becomes a problem,” Sheila Richardson advised.

“We will, Mama.” Michonne was starting to feel more confident that she would actually be here in the new year.

After the last guest left, Michonne, Rick, and the kids got into their pajamas and piled into the media room. They planned to watch Home Alone, A Christmas Story, and It’s a Wonderful Life right up until midnight. The girls were down for the count early. The boys made it through Home Alone and A Christmas Story but by the time It’s a Wonderful Life started playing only Rick and Michonne were awake.  

At the stroke of midnight, Rick and Michonne put blankets over the kids and put Piper in her portable crib before sneaking out to the den to lay out a few surprise presents “from Santa.” When they were all done, Rick and Michonne took a moment to sit and watch the lights on their tree. 

Rick broke the peaceful silence. “I think Santa brought you a gift, too.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. A little birdie told me that he’s holding it for you. He’s over on the tree.”

Michonne smiled in confusion. “What?”

“Go look for him on the tree.”

After glancing warily at Rick, Michonne made her way over to the tree. She walked around until she found the little birdie…a cloth ornament partridge that had something pinned to it. Michonne leaned in for a closer look.

Michonne looked over to Rick. “Is this…is this my engagement ring?”  

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 The other day I was thinking about a fake dating AU so I tried writing one because … because. But then it wasn’t working out like I wanted at all. And then the OOTW music video came out (which is just, like, a treasure trove of AUs, honestly, it’s unbelievable) so I thought I might as well just finish this ficlet.

I would probably love to write a proper fake dating AU some day, but anyway, here is this piece of nothing for now instead.


“So how long have you two been together?”

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Meeting the grandparents

“Are you recording us?” Taylor glances at me and I smile at her. “Daddy is recording us. Yeah, he’s silly baby.” She cooed, looking down at the pink bundle in her arms. Born yesterday, Scarlett Grace Wiles had us wrapped around her finger already. She had me wrapped around her finger ever since Taylor told me she was pregnant but now, finally getting to see her face, see how gorgeous she was, much like her mother, was absolutely breathtaking and I had never felt so much love for anyone than I did for my daughter and I had never loved and admired my wife as much as I did right now. She was so strong, so beautiful and radiant. She had given me my daughter, our daughter and I could never be more thankful for that.

I laugh. “I’ve have to capture every moment I can. This is something special.” She grins at me for a while before returning her gaze to our little adorable daughter.

“She’s so beautiful.” She whispers and I come closer to her sitting on the bed beside her, wrapping my free arm that wasn’t holding my phone around and flip the camera towards us. I kiss her cheek.

“She’s all ours. It’s unbelievable, isn’t it?” She nods her head at my words. I turn the camera off, placing my phone on the chair that sat next to the bed. “My mom and dad landed a few minutes ago, they should be here soon. They’re so excited.” I tell her. I had talked to them earlier on the phone, they were coming to visit and meet their grandchild for the first time.

“That’s great. I missed them. We should go back to Scotland when Scar is a little bit older, maybe in a few months.” She suggests making me smile.

“That’s a good idea babe.” I press my lips to her forehead.

“My parents said they were coming today. So it’s a parents get together party.” She laughs, leaning her head on my shoulder. I rub my daughter’s cheek and she yawns making us both smile widely. “She’s so cute. Oh my gosh. I can’t even.” She squeals quietly.

We stay in silence for a while just looking at our baby, admiring her. It was hard to believe we had made that and I couldn’t wait so we could go home, away from the hospital so we could really begin this new chapter of our lives.

I lean down to press my lips to Taylor’s. “I love you.” I whisper and she pecks my lips.

“I love you more.” A knock on the door takes our attention away from each other. After I tell whoever is out here to come in, the door opens and Andrea, Taylor’s mum comes into the room followed by Scott and my parents. “Hey!” Taylor greets them all with a smile. I stand up walking to where they are, giving each of them a hug. “You came just in time. She’s probably going to nap in a while.” She laughs a little as I return back to my place next to Taylor.

“Oh let us see our granddaughter.” Andrea says making everyone laugh. Taylor leaned so they could get a better view.

“Mom, dad, Pamela and David meet your granddaughter. Scarlett Grace Wiles.” She smiles at them. My mum and Andrea both have tears in their eyes and my dad and Scott are trying hard to keep in theirs.

“Oh my god, Taylor. She’s so adorable.” My mum cries out. “Congratulations, mommy and daddy. You did a great job.” She hugs me and I laugh.

“Thanks, mum!” I squeeze her hand.

“Oh I’m so proud of you, honey.” Andrea kisses Taylor’s head. “How does it feel?”

“Unbelievable. I never felt anything like this.” I nod my head as she speaks. “Do you want to hold her? You guys can take turns?” My wife giggles and hands the baby over to her mom. “Be careful.” She murmurs.

“Don’t worry, mommy. I raised you. Your daughter will be fine.” Andrea laughs and I wrap my arms around my wife. “Hi, Scarlett. I’m your grandma.” Andrea says to our daughter. “You’re so adorable. You look a lot like your mommy when she was born. I think you have your dad’s nose though.” Andrea kisses Scarlett’s forehead. “Too adorable. Here, Pamela.” She hands her over to my mum, when she notices her eagerly waiting.

After rounds of cooing over our daughter, she fell asleep in Taylor’s arms. She was a mommy’s girl, I could tell. She would immediately relax in her arms, I could get her to fall asleep in mine but with Taylor it was almost instant.

“If you guys ever need babysitters. You know where to find us.” Scott tells us and we laugh. I hug him goodbye and he then hugs Taylor. “Alright well. We’ll leave the new parents alone now. Goodnight.”

“I love you guys.” Andrea hugs me and Taylor before making her way out the door. My mum and dad left a little earlier so they could go get settled since they had just arrived and now we were alone with our sleeping daughter.

“They were so excited. It’s amazing.” Taylor murmurs against my shirt, as she rests her head on it.

“Let’s wait until our friends come by to actually say the word excited. Charlie probably bought half a baby a store and I’m sure Burns isn’t far from that either. Also Karlie is the godmother so we both know she’ll go all out.” Her giggle his music to my ears.

“You’re right.” She hums. “I’m so happy. I thought I was happy before but this has just surpassed any happiness I ever had.” She sighs contently and I pull her a little closer, wrapping my arms tighter around her.

“I know. This is crazy. It’s the best thing in the world and I’m so thankful for you and our family. Thank you for giving me our daughter, babe.” I kiss her head and she giggles, looking up at me.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” She puckers her lips and I smile, bringing her lips to mine. I couldn’t be happier.


Okay, so, for this fic I did something new that I’ve never done before… I co-wrote this with Megan (@stolenkissesprettyliies) last night and so yeah. This is a new thing that’s going down…

“No,” Taylor said, pointing at the screen in front of her. “I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all. We’ve gotta reshoot that tonight. I don’t like the camera angle on it. Can we set up the cameras here and here tonight to, hopefully, get a better shot? It’s gonna be our last chance to nail this down for the Tour DVD.”

She could hear the shuffling of papers around her as the meeting came to a close, the faint murmurs of “yeah”, “sure,” “of course,” and the nodding of heads as they packed up to leave for the day. It was only nine in the morning and there was still eleven hours until show time, but there was so much left to do. Soundcheck wasn’t going to be enough. Judging by the choreography for “How You Get The Girl” she’d just seen, they needed to squeeze in a dance rehearsal or two before the show to make sure that everything was perfect.

Digging around in her bag for her phone, she stole a glance at her mother, who was standing up and straightening out her skirt. Truthfully, Taylor was exhausted. With all the different timezones she’d encountered in the past month, her body had never truly been able to adjust and catch up, and there wasn’t any time for that. There were things she needed to get done.

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Yes [ Steve Rogers x OC ]

Prompt : (Andrea) reader is Natasha’s little sister and she is dating Steve and Steve really wants to settle down with her and he wants to ask Natasha for permission and he’s all cute and awkward about it and maybe how he ask the reader

Pairing : Steve Rogers x OC (Andrea)

Genre : Romance, Fluff   |   Warning : Kissing? 

Author’s Note : I’m feeling a little angsty lately so i hope this is okay.. Tell me what you think! :)

Request here

Originally posted by insaneontheboeshane

“Nat, I need to talk to you.” Steve never fidgeted in front of her. Natasha Romanoff raised her eyebrows in amusement. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned back on the couch. Well, this is interesting.

“You look nervous, Steve.” She mused.

“I just need to talk to you about some… things.” Steve mumbled, almost inaudible for her to hear.

“Okay?” She knitted her eyebrows. “Is everything okay? Where’s Andrea?”

“No! She’s fine! Bucky took her to Coney Island.” Steve quickly replied. “She’s having a lot of fun.”

“Why aren’t you with her?” Natasha frowned.

“I need to talk to you about this… It’s really important.”

“Okay.” Natasha nodded. “Go.”

“I want to marry Andrea.”

“What the fuck?” They both turned to the door where Clint was standing. “Hoooo! You’re gonna marry her, cap?” His face split into a huge grin.

“You are?” Natasha’s lips twitched a little.

“I want to ask your blessing first.” Steve sighed. This wasn’t going as well as he planned. But he let out a huge breath of relief when Natasha gave him a soft smile.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“You guess?” Steve asked.

“How are you going to propose to her?” Natasha waved her hands. She knew Andrea would be angry if she made decisions for her. She didn’t know how nice it feels to be asked this kind of question.

Steve gaped a little before he swallowed, his cheeks pinked adorably. Natasha grinned at how flustered he was.

“Well… I was thinking about flowers and stuff.”

“She likes flowers.” She nodded approvingly. “She’d love that.”

“So… Are you okay with this?” Steve asked.

“I’m pretty sure there’s no one better than you, Steve.”


“Just take the compliment and say thank you.”

“Thanks.” Steve beamed before he darted off.

* * *

Andrea gave Bucky a suspicious stare as he forced her to go with him to Coney Island. The man looked too excited and it scared her a little. Bucky has been whistling the whole time. Bucky whistled. Bucky don’t do whistling in public, Andrea pouted her lips.

“Come on, doll. Let’s buy some candies.”

“Bucky stop.” She groaned when Bucky easily dragged her across the street to a candy store.


“What?! What?!” She sighed. “What are you trying to hide?”

“I’m not hiding anything. Steve was busy so I take you.”

“No he wasn’t. He didn’t have anything to do today.” She narrowed her eyes.

“He does!” Bucky childishly crossed his arms.

“Bucky, I swear to God I’m going to throw you over this pier if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Bucky gave her a glare before he looked away.


“Dammit, Bucky.” She stomped her feet. “Just tell meeee!” Her nagging was cut short by an incoming text. Bucky gave her a sheepish grin as he read the text on his phone.

“Okay. Let’s go back.” He nodded.


“Home. I’m sick of this place.”

“No. I want to stay here.” She glared at him. “Where’s Steve?”

“Ugh.” Bucky groaned and whipped out his phone to dial his best friend. “Get your ass over here, punk. I’m done baby sitting.”

“Baby sitting?!” Bucky quickly ducked as she threw a handful of candies at him.

* * *

“Thank God you’re here.” Bucky jogged towards Steve when he arrived. “Your fiancé is driving me crazy.”

“Fiance?” “BUCKY!”

“Dammit.” Bucky grumbled.

“What is he talking about?” Andrea turned to Steve.

Steve counted to ten, trying his best to not hit Bucky and to relax.

“He wants to propose.” Bucky blurted out.


“Fine! I’m sorry! She scares me!” Bucky raised his arms before he gave them a grin. “At least it’s out now.”

“You’re going to propose?” Andrea’s cheeks pinked as Steve took out a small box. Steve gave her an adorable smile as he showed her the ring.

“I have this speech ready back at the tower, with flowers and all that. And I was going to tell you about how much I love you and how I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but that man over there—“ he turned to Bucky. “ruined the surprise.”

“I panicked!”


“What?” Steve looked at her in surprise.

“Yes.” Andrea repeated with teary eyes and a huge smile.

“Oh.” Steve’s face brightened as he picked her up to kiss her. “Thank God.”

“Do you really think I would say no?” Andrea tilted her head.

“Well, anything could happen.” Steve helplessly replied.

“You giant dork.” She shook her head with a fond smile.

“I’m your giant dork.” Steve grinned.

“Oh MY GOD. Can you be anymore cheesy?!”

Y'know, people using the comic books to say why they don’t see Richonne happening piss me off. That excuse is so fucking weak. The show has been a deviation from the comics since the beginning. They’ve changed so many things and people have never seemed to have a problem with those changes EXCEPT when it comes to Richonne! “Oh, but recently in the comics, Rick told her he missed his best friend”, but he didn’t fucking say that on the show, now did he?? Yes, they have a strong friendship, but there have been SEVERAL moments for three seasons that suggested that that friendship goes much deeper. “Oh, what about her relationship with Ezekiel?” We don’t even know how they will portray Ezekiel! We don’t know if she’ll have any chemistry with the show’s counterpart! So those two were cute in the comics, but Michonne is a lot different than in the comics! We don’t know if she’ll have chemistry with Ezekiel. You’re fine with Andrea being dead, with Carol being alive and so much stronger than her comic counterpart, with Daryl fucking EXISTING. But with Richonne, oh, it’s SUCH a crime to deviate from the comics.