After the mayor nearly gets the entire party killed. The party manages to save the town from an orc invasion. The fighter lost an eye, the ranger lost a finger, the halfing rogue broke most of her ribs, the cleric died, the bard is unconscious and critical condition and my sorcerer made it out mostly unscathed except for the death of my crow familiar. Needless to say I’m not in a merciful mood. They are all chaotic good except me, myself and I
DM: The Mayor looks at you with thinly veiled contempt as he turns around from the window from which some of the scenic view overlooking the town is marred by smoke and a couple burning buildings. His daughter is limping and swathed in bandages. Visibly swaying her one arm obviously broken its clear that she’s teetering on death’s door as she slowly makes her way slowly to your position to exit the room to make it to the temple.
Mayor: Expecting a thank you? You have some nerve coming here alone sorcerer. You and your friends have an hour to get out of my town before I have you executed.There will be no payment.
Me: *Laughs* My friends are naive. Always looking for the good in people.They doubted me but I know it was you who opened the gates Mayor.“
DM: The badly wounded daughter slowly turns around her blade in her unbroken hand to face her father.
Me: I slowly raise my hand in a straight line targeting the daughter with the ring of the ram aiming it so both of them will be blasted out the window. “I’m just here for my pound of flesh”.
DM: Chaotic good doesn’t do spiteful murder. You will become evil for this.
OOC Me: You forget DM. I was never chaotic good. You just assumed I was.
DM: Oh shit.
OOC Me: Yep, they’re screwed.
Me: I expend three points for the maximum damage. *Rolls* an 18 targeting her and an near providence roll of 19 targeting her father in front of the window.
DM shaken: They both vanish in a horrid combination of breaking glass and terrified screaming. Its a long way down and the screaming ends with a sickening splat as its not the fall that kills you but the sudden stop at the end.
Prompt: “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: some sexual content (but obviously nothing far, i don’t write smut)
A/N: I know I don’t write for Stranger Things but LISTEN okay? I needed to write for this trash boy because despite being an actual douche I love him (character development tho) and it’s my blog, so imma write for him. And maybe if this gets enough love i’ll add Stranger Things to my fandom list once requests are back open! :)
“There’s no way you’re gonna be able to hit it.”
“Really?” You smirked, watching as your long time friend shook her head. Staring at the far distance in front of you, you narrowed your eyes in thought. You’re no athlete but you’re pretty sure, given enough force, you could hit your target. Which just so happened to be the trash can a whiles away from you. “Because I think i’m gonna.”
“I highly doubt you’re gonna hit it, Y/N.” Your friend, Jenna, stressed. “Remember that one time in gym you completely missed passing the ball to me, and- I was right in front of you!”
“That was one time!” You pouted, gripping the football in your hands with a tight grip. You’re sure you could hit it. You were determined to hit it. “Let’s make a bet, huh? If I hit it, you owe me dinner tonight and if I don’t, i’ll pay.”
Jenna paused, biting her lip in thought; you knew she’d take the bet. She loved food (just as you did) and there was no way she was gonna pass up an opportunity for free food, especially since she was so convinced you’d miss it. “Deal.” She nodded and a cocky grin spread over your lips. Looking away from your friend, you pushed your left leg back slightly, bending down and raising your hand with prestige focus.
Jenna let out a loud chuckle from behind you, you were taking this way too seriously.
Your tongue jutted out slightly in thought, staring at your intended target as you mentally counted down from three. Once you hit one, you reeled your arm and shot it forward, the football slipping from your fingers and flying before you. It was like time slowed down, that’s how serious this bet was to you. But with a disappointed gaze you watched the ball curve in the other direction you wanted it to go.
Just as you were ready to accept your defeat, something else caught your attention. There, right where your ball was headed, was Steve Harrington. “Oh fuck.” And just as you finished cursing, you watched the football smack against the boys head, the offended object tilting to the left from impact as his friend, Tommy, jumped away in shock.
“Oh my god.”
“Fuck.” You repeated, running back towards Jenna. “Fuck, i’m so screwed.”
Jenna grasped your hand in surprise; “did you just hit Steve Harrington in the head with a football?”
Steve stood up from his seat on the bleachers, grasping his head in pain and your sure you heard him yelling out a slue of curses. His eyes darted around, finding the football and picking up the now dangerous weapon. You watched Steve’s eyes fall on you, and you suddenly felt stuck as you met his eyes across the field.
“You just hit Steve Harrington with a football.” Jenna clarified, watching the entire thing go down.
Steve suddenly smirked and you panicked, taking a step back. “Go!” You called, pulling Jenna along with you as you turned the other way and ran off in a hurry. Though, while you were more than concerned, Jenna found this highly amusing.
“She says sorry!” Jenna called, waving at Steve.
“Shut the hell up, Jenna!”
“Sorry,” she laughed, finally catching up with your speed. “But hey, at least you’re buying dinner.”
With a sigh, you clicked open your locker. It had been an increasingly long and exhausting day; especially since you spent the entire day trying to avoid Steve. It was only the next day, and you knew Steve, he’s not one to forget something like hitting him in the head with a goddamn football.
It wasn’t like you were scared of him, on the contrary you’re almost positive you could whoop his ass if needed. It was more that you didn’t know what he was going to do, would he be mad? Would he and his friends try to pull something? You weren’t sure, Steve Harrington was a complete mystery to you and the only time you’ve ever spoken to him was that one time for a school project, two years ago.
But it was the end of the day, meaning you could go home and not worry about it until tom-
Your locker slammed shut before your eyes, you jumping back from surprise. Looking over to see who had just rudely shut your locker, you found just the person you’ve been trying to avoid all day. “Steve.”
“It’s nice to see you.” He smirked, setting himself against the locker next to yours and crossing his arms across his chest. Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to calm yourself down from the scare he’d given you, clutching with your other hand the strap of your bag. “You seem to be in a hurry.”
You decided to just get it over with, he was here and there’s no way you can avoid what’d happened anymore. “Look,” you sighed. “Steve i’m sorry I hit you, Jenna and I were just having some fun. I didn’t mean to make you mad or-”
“You think i’m mad?” Steve asked, his smirk faltering slightly.
You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “Yeah? I mean why else would you…?”
“I don’t care about that.” Steve waved off, standing up straight and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I came here to ask you if you’d like to go on a date sometime.”
You fumbled for a response, his words the opposite of what you’d ever expect. You were not Steve’s type, or at least you hadn’t thought you were. You weren’t pretty like Nancy or sassy like Carol; you didn’t have spunk like half of the girls Steve hung out with or dress up. Instead you’d rather wear skinny jeans and a t-shirt, stick to your books and be on with your day.
So after sputtering like an idiot, you came out with a; “what?”
“A date. You and me.” Steve gestured to himself then you, and left his hand there.
“A date?” You repeated in a questioning tone. “With me?”
“That is what I said.”
“Are you serious? Why would you want to go on a date with me?” You paused, looking up to glare at him. “Why would I want to go on a date with you?” Steve didn’t seem to have a response to that and just as your confusion faded away, you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve heard of your reputation Steve, i’m not willing to be fling or even- do any of that. I’m sorry, but no.”
You moved to walk away, desperate to find Jenna and tell her all about this crazy experience but instead a hand caught yours. Then you were being tugged the other way, towards Steve and your back was pressed against the locker. You froze, staring up at the boy that suddenly seemed a whole lot taller then he did a second ago. You were so glad it was the end of the day, as everyone was mainly go and not able to watch what was happening.
“A study date then.” Steve smirked, staring down at you with a piercing gaze. You felt your breath get caught in your throat, the close proximity pulling you away from rational thinking. “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”
“Great.” Steve smiled, pushing off the locker and finally creating some distance between the two of you. As he stood before you, you felt like you were finally able to breathe. Then he stepped forward, slipping a piece of paper into your palm. “Meet me there tomorrow after school.”
The second he was gone, you let out a heavy breath. Why the hell had you said yes?
The next day you found yourself walking the path to Steve’s house. He lived farther away then you’d known and seemed to be a singular house hidden away from many others, making you regret your decision even further.
You hadn’t originally planned to go but Jenna had convinced you, somehow. “When do girls like us ever get asked out by Steve Harrington?!”
“What does it even matter?” You had muttered, “we don’t need guys like Steve.”
“True,” Jenna had complied before a huge grin spread over her lips. “But do it for me?”
And that’s how you found yourself now. Taking a deep breath, you stared up at the gate before you, your heart pounding rapidly against your chest. You didn’t even know what you were thinking, you should just turn back. Yeah? That would be best. You didn’t know who you were trying to impress or even why you were so nervous, you’d never been like this before; so nervous over a stupid boy. But… this was Steve and you, that just didn’t even make sense
Just as you moved to walk away the gate creaked open; “Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, and reluctantly you turned to face him. “Glad you could make it.”
“You invited me.” You grumbled, walking through the gate as he opened it for you. Your eyes immediately fell on the pool that seemed to glitter before your eyes; “you have a pool?!”
Steve made his way next to you, his hands falling on top of his hips. “Yeah.” He smiled, huffing in enjoyment. You coughed lightly, shaking your head; this was stupid. Stop being so nervous. Turning to Steve, you raised an eyebrow expectantly, “so what did you need help studying for?”
“What do you mean what? What else was I suppose to say to you to convince you to go out with me?” Steve huffed, furrowing his brows as if you were the crazy one. You sighed heavily, glancing at the closed gate and towards the house; no lights were on.
“Where are your parents?”
You felt your heart drop, everything was too suspicious. There was no way Steve had just invited you to hang out. He’d lied and his parents weren’t home, not to mention he lived at least a few decent miles away for anyone to care. You’d been played. “I’m going.” You suddenly announced, turning towards to gate in a rush.
“Woah, wait, what?” Steve appeared before you before you even reached the gate, holding his hands by his side in surprise. He genuinely looked shocked and concerned, but you were worried it was only for play. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Seriously, Steve?” You spat, shaking your head as your eyes crinkled. “You lied to me, your parents aren’t home and we are fucking miles away from anyone that could hear us. Don’t think i don’t know what you want from me.” You paused, taking the short steps towards him to place your pointer finger on the middle of his chest. “I am not that kind of girl, I’m not a fling or a one night stand, Harrington. Hell, I didn’t even want to go here in the first time!”
Steve reached forward, grasping both your wrists to bring you out of your ramble. “I’m not trying to get in your pants.” You rolled your eyes and he shook his head. “No seriously, Y/N it wasn’t just because you hit me in the head. I’ve- I’ve liked you for a while now, the smack to the face just prompt me.”
You paused, unsure if you believed him or not. You wanted to, you wouldn’t lie and say the idea of being with Steve wasn’t appealing but… you knew of his reputation. “And why should I believe you?”
“Just stay, please. I’ll believe you.”
And reluctantly, you nodded.
And hour later you found yourself laughing loudly and sat against one of Steve’s beach chairs. You clutched your stomach in pain as your eyes began to tear with enjoyment as Steve reenacted when he’d been smacked by the ball.
“How’d you even do that?” Steve asked, his own chuckle dying down. “You got a pretty nasty throw for someone so small.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking; “oh really?” You teased, “want me to show you how to throw like a girl?”
Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Go for it.”
Smiling, you accepted his dare and stood up, shaking your arms out for extra effect. Walking away from your chair and closer to the pool, you shook your body, as if you were preparing yourself for a real throw. “Watch and learn, Harrington.” And slowly, you raised your hand and cupped it as if you had a ball in between your palm and fingers. “Basically, you gotta cup the ball with a firm grip and hold a steady stance.”
You bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out in another fit of giggles, both you and Steve aware that you were completely talking out of your ass. “Then reel back,” you demonstrated the movement. “And swing forward.” You let out a puff of air, standing up straight with a proud smirk. “And you’re done.”
Steve stood up, extinguishing his cigarette (he’d offered you one but you kindly refused) and made his way over to you. “Nuh-uh.” He smiled, shaking his head as he reached you.
You crossed your arms, “oh really? Cause i’m pretty sure i’m right.”
“Your stance is all wrong.” Steve critiqued and suddenly he was behind you, grasping your elbow slightly and pushing it up. Your breath got caught in your throat, your entire being aware of how close Steve was behind you. Yet, no part of you stopped him and instead let him move your limbs as he please. “Then kick this foot back slightly and bend your knees ever so slightly.” You followed his directions, holding your head high as his hand slid up your raised hand to grasp your hand. Slowly he intertwined your fingers and you could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck.
“Then you throw.” He mumbled lowly.
You bit you lip, “Steve?”
“No. No talking.” He shushed; “we’re at the end of the demonstration.” Then before you knew it, his hand left yours and both arms wrapped around your waist to haul you up and throw the two of you in the pool. You let out a loud yelp, surfacing under the water and Steve let go of you.
When you were able to breathe again, you let out a loud gasp, brushing your hair from your eyes and turning to a very pleased looking Steve. “You jerk,” you laughed, shooting your hand forward to splash the boy. He chuckled himself, swimming over to you as you began wiping the water from your eyes.
Slowly and smoothly he wrapped his arms around your waist again, lifting up your shirt slightly so his hands made contact with the bare skin of your stomach. Pulling you against him, Steve smiled down at you. “I’m sorry, but it was needed.”
“Oh, was it now?” You smirked, shaking your head. It was then you noticed how close the boys lips were to yours and it seemed to be the only thing you could focus on. Steve of course noticed and wasting no time for you to change your mind, he leaned down to press his wet lips against your own. You didn’t fight the kiss, and instead instantly returned it, your arms wounding around his neck.
When you pulled back, out of breath, you stared up at the boy with a nervous gaze. “You mean this, not just some one night stand?” Steve nodded, staring down at you with sincere eyes. “Promise?”
“Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the kara´s arms Oh my heart it breaks every step that i take, But they are open up the gates and tell me, I’m in Daxam Come and take a walk on the gay side, Let me kiss you hard on the pouring rain You like your Luthors gay, Choose your last words this is the last time cause, Kara and I, We were born to fuck”
In the past 24 hours I have watched 13x01 five times. The first 4 times I was with @tinkdw@amwritingmeta and @margarittet and I was relatively fine other than the single man tear I shed whilst Dean was wrapping Cas for the pyre.
I just watched it again at home on my own and it hit me. Watching this with friends removed me in a way from the emotion. You have the comfort of others around you and it keeps you grounded in reality.
Watching alone is a far more intimate experience. As soon as it gets to Dean’s prayer I felt an ache that was impossible to ignore. I could really feel Dean’s pain. When it got to the scene where he starts wrapping Cas and he pauses and desperately fights back his tears I just broke. Dean may have just about held it together but I didn’t. I cried and cried and couldn’t stop the stream of tears running down my cheeks. By Sam’s goodbye speech I was already a wreck. Dean’s poignant “Goodbye Cas” killed me.
There have been three previous occasions where SPN has made me cry. But never like this. I have never felt so attuned to Dean Winchester as in this moment. I felt Cas’s loss on a deeply profound level that I have never felt before. It has shaken me. Even the knowledge that he is coming back cannot stop how this episode has made me feel.
I think it may become one of my all time favourites just for the sheer magnitude of emotional weight. Jensen Ackles portrayed Dean’s emotional response so beautifully, so poignantly, that once again I am astounded at the talent of this man.
This truly was one of the best sequence of scenes I think SPN has ever given us.
My tears haven’t yet dried. I’m writing my meta review with blurry red eyes and trying to keep it together and all I can think is that even some of the heavier fanfiction hasn’t hit me like this. I am stunned.
That was a superb episode premier and I hope that the rest of the season continues to go in this direction.
You all crowned me your king. I never wanted it. I never asked for it. But I accepted it becausethe North is my home. It’s part of me, and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds. But the odds are against us.
I feel like I love people too much- too hard. As soon as someone expresses the slightest bit of love or care for me, the flood gates open and I love them whole heartedly. And I’ve noticed that normally that scares people away, which makes having this huge, ever loving heart feel awfully lonely. If you’re lucky though, you’ll come across people who recognize the complexity of your heart as their own, and in that moment forms an indescribable connection that will never break.
Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N! Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning. Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.
Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee
You were silent and nervous at the new place with Negan and his men. The night you arrived people looked at you oddly, even more so due to the fact you clung to Negan like glue. The only person you really trusted, trust was a stretch, he was safe. The morning after, he passed you off to a woman named, Mary. You didn’t see him for a few days after that.
Mary, whilst she was nice wasn’t safe. It was also boring, Negan’s policy of living was different to the one you had come from; you pull your weight, you are rewarded or something to that extent. Being the youngest out of everyone wasn’t fun, Negan allowed you time to adjust, meaning you had nothing to do but wait till Mary got back to her room.
You prided yourself on being adventurous. You used to somehow always manage to leave your mother’s overbearing side, a door which unlocked, wasn’t going to stop you from looking around. Negan’s community was in some kind of warehouse, huge and industrial, it housed many people; more than your last community. You didn’t see any harm in looking around, seeing exactly what this place was like. Stretching on your tippy-toes you opened the door, peeking out and then walking out into the cold corridor, shutting it with a little click before carrying on your adventure.
Throughout your little adventure, you had to hide, not to be seen or spotted by one of Negan’s men, you didn’t exactly know if you were allowed to just walk around and you didn’t exactly want to find out the answer to that question.
You came to door, the window looking out was shining sunlight, you smiled and pushed it open. The rays of golden light hitting your face instantly, warming you up a little. You walked out and see a line-up of motorcycles, various colours and styles, you also spotted two men with their backs to you. Leather jackets, jeans and talking loudly amongst themselves, you swiftly turned and walked around the corner of the building.
You noticed a tall, caged fencing, with a frown you stepped closer and through the panels of woods that reinforced the fencing you could see movement. You recognised that sound, the sound of growling and frustrated grunts, yet you still looked. It was some kind of obstacle course, various junk was scattered and those people admitted throughout.
Then from the right, suddenly, a man began to violently shake the fencing for attention. His clothes were just sweats, grey with a large ‘H’ spray painted on in yellow. He had this terrified look in his eyes, they were locked on you and he was panting heavily, sweating under the sunlight.
“Little girl,” he rattled the fence. “You gotta help me,” he persisted, “Open the gate, please?”
Stepping back, it made him rattle the fence in frustration. “Why are you in there?”
“Because I tried to leave,” he tells you, “they found me and brought me back here, please. Just open the gate, I gotta get outta here,” he begged and you nodded once but before you can walk a hand is placed on your shoulder.
It’s large and warm, judging by the man’s wide, shocked eyes you know who it is. You look up as Negan is giving a hearty smile to the man behind the fence, you recognise two of the men from a few nights ago beside Negan.
“Well, hello to you too, Bill,” Negan calls out, “I see you met our newest resident, Y/N, I hope you weren’t trying to make her open that gate. Get her in trouble, get her thrown in there with you, I’d hate for another life be on your hands.”
Negan was clean shaven, leather jacket zipped up and the same baseball bat in his left hand, he had a menacing grin plastered on his face. The other guy, behind the fencing, named Bill was clinging to the metal; shaking under Negan’s stare. You could hear the slight rattling of the fence under the white-knuckled tightness of Bill’s hands, you frowned at his terrified eyes, did he actually deserve to be in there?
“Mike, take Bill to his… room, I’ve got to have words with this little sweetie.” Negan grabbed your hand with his right, pulling you a little forcefully away from the caged area and around the building. A few men littered, watching guard and a few working on the massive trucks. “Where’s Mary?” It was a simple question, yet, you didn’t know the answer.
You lightly shrugged, still holding his hand. “I don’t know,” your voice was small and delicate amongst the loud noises around you. “I didn’t intend to get caught, you know,” he let out a loud chuckle at that.
“A little smart ass,” he commented before he stopped walking. “I didn’t put you in Mary’s care for you to wander off and talk to our castaways,” you look over your shoulder, trying to still see where Bill was kept and Negan chuckled. “We survive. We provide security to others. We bring civilisation back to this world. We are the Saviors.” He gestured around, the men all nodding, “And people who don’t abide by the rules, get punished, Bill, didn’t tell you that he ransacked our medicine, and killed three men in the process of him ‘leaving’. Fair punishment, fitting for his crime.”
You were silent for a minute. “Am I going to go in there?”
“No. Unless you break the rules,” he looks down at you. “I get it. You’re adventurous, curious about this place. It’s okay, I just don’t want you running around alone, not a lot of the men here are very forgiving if you get in their way.” You gave a little nod, “you’ll get used to living around here soon enough,” Negan name is then called, “I’ll have someone take you back to Mary’s room. No more wondering without supervision, got it?” You nodded and he did back before walking around you.
Two Days Later
“He has bigger things to worry about than a little girl,” Mary tells you walking through the Sanctuary’s corridors. “He’s busy still proving to everyone around here he’s leader, it’s a climb to get everyone to completely trust you, he has to be seen as alpha around here. He can’t do that with a little girl clawing at his leg, can he?”
Mary was a small, agile women. Blonde hair and kind eyes, it was easy to see why Negan trusted you with her, he passed you off to motherly figure. There probably wasn’t many around and she seemed to be the only one, so far, that wasn’t cold and horrible towards you.
“He’s trying to lead all these people?” You asked walking into the workhouse, she chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, he has his second in command, Simon.” You remembered Simon, he hadn’t been around much. “Negan has outposts for miles around, a lot of the soldiers are at those with communities of their own. I was at one before this, I was brought here to look after you,” she nudged and you smiled a little.
There were tables all lined up, piles of either food or clothing on them. Mary had explained the point system to you, this was the first time you had seen it played out. It reminded you of the Flea Markets your mother used to take you to before all of this. There was a man dealing with medicine, another women with food and other necessities a human may need.
“Did you used to get allowances?” Mary asked you nodded lightly. “Well, this is that. You earn points and you spend those points on stuff here, it’s pretty simple and easy to follow, you have few that still try to get around the system. It’s our way of life, now yours!”
You followed Mary around as she got food, a few little things that she needed, she was nice enough to get a chocolate bar for you.
“Don’t wonder off, stay where I can see you, kay?” You nodded and walked around the large warehouse room.
The bustling of people, lining up for what they wanted or needed. You slowly strolled around, eating the chocolate, getting bumped into and pushed around because of how small you are. You peeked over a table, smiling at the man sitting behind it, clothes piled on the surface.
“You must be the new resident,” he amused. His ageing face was either due to the torment of today’s problems or just him ageing. “Must be a big change,” he sighed.
You nodded, “It was a lot smaller and I lived in a house,” he nodded, “and everyone shared what was found, you didn’t have to work or earn, it was given.” He perked up at that, “Maybe that’s why it failed?”
“Nonsense,” He smiled. “That sounds like our new worlds, a new paradise,” you chuckled lightly, “Who knows, maybe, one day that will happen here. I’m Martyn.” He sighed but stands up, you frown and turn seeing two of Negan’s men walking over, shoulders tense.
“Leftie,” The bald one called, “Wade needs new jeans, whatcha got?” Not even glancing down at you as he comes around the table, lightly knocking into you.
The man, Martyn, sighed. “Again? That’s his third pair this month,” causing the man beside you to chuckle at that. Martyn shifted through the clothes he had laid out, “in your own time, leftie.” It was only when he struggled to go through the clothes you noticed one arm, the other sleeve was pinned to keep out of the way.
“He’s going as fast as he can,” you speak up with a little frown, Martyn shakes his head at you but you ignore it. Both men look at another with raised eyebrows, “His name is Martyn, not Leftie!”
The shorter one of the two, light red hair, almost blonde knelt down. “Listen, little girl, let the adults take care of this.” He smiled, “Just cause Negan brought you here doesn’t mean you can mouth off, you don’t get no privileges.”
Mary came running up, closing her hands around your shoulder and giving apologetic smiles to both of Negan’s soldiers. “I am so sorry, I told her not to go wandering off,” you looked up at her as she glared down at you but shakes her head.
“Mary, I don’t want to have to tell, Negan, that you can’t handle the child,” He stands up and she nods once. “Teach her some manners, when to keep her little mouth shut, we then won’t have a problem.”
“Y/N,” you tell him and he frowns, “My name is Y/N, you give basic respect, you receive basic respect; what my dad used to say.” Mary chuckles and tucks you under her arm, a little behind her as the man glares at you.
Martyn butts in with handing the jeans, muttering apologies for taking so long. You were glaring at the two men who took the jeans, giving Martyn a few words before turning to Mary, looking her over once. Their scowls made your skin crawl.
“Well, little girl, you’re here because your daddy is dead. Got it? So, whatever that useless fuck taught you are now forgotten. You respect people higher than you, that’s about everyone in this goddamn place, ya hear?” You looked to the floor, the harshness of his words tugging at your heart. Mary gave a disapproving glare to the men.
“She’s a child,” Her voice laced with motherly venom, you had heard your mother talk with the same harshness a few times before.
“No, she ain’t. In this new world, children either get killed or get you killed, don’t let it be the latter Mary, I’d hate to see you killed.” Both men nodded at Martyn, glaring at your silently crying form before leaving.
Mary took you back to her room, wherein she over a few rules to you. Mostly, not talking ANY of Negan’s men unless, completely, necessary. Negan had already said that his men aren’t entirely sympathetic, you just didn’t really think of it till now. She also told you not to go walking around on your own, even Negan said that, but you needed to talk to him.
Mary had given you a brief tour, not that you remembered where everything was, but you had the general direction to Negan’s living quarters. You heard a few female voices, you peeked from behind the wall and see three women talking before walking through a door, you frowned and snuck up behind them.
Pushing the door open silently, it was a big room and it had just those women inside. A bar was settled in the back, lavish chairs and it seemed music was playing, you hadn’t heard actual music in a while.
“Y/N?” A loud voice called your name, it caused the three women to look at you, you gave a shy smile before looking to see Negan walking towards you. “I specifically told you to not wander around alone!”
He stops a little short in front of you, crossing his arms in question. “I wanted to speak with you, I didn’t know how to find you without wandering.”
Instead of answering, he leans forward and pulls the door shut and taking your right hand, again, leading you down the corridor away from the room. He came to a door where he opened it, it was a bedroom, you skipped inside and he chuckled slightly as you sat in one of the armchairs he had settled by the window.
He followed sitting in the opposite one, raising an eyebrow as you looked, incredibly tiny against the overly large chair. “What did you need to talk to me about that couldn’t wait for you to get Mary to bring you to me? Is it about Mary? What’s she like? I’ve known her since the beginning, I figured she’d be good for you. She had two sons; you settling in a’right?”
“Fine, Mary is great, better than most of the people here.” He raised his eyebrows at that, “your men are rude. They treat anyone who is ‘below’ them poorly,” you expected some kind of response but Negan chuckled. You often got that type of response from adults when trying to be serious, often calling you ‘ferocious like a kitten!”
Negan stopped chuckling, “Listen, kid. I get it, you came from a little community that worked like equals, honestly, I wish it could be that way here. But you got to establish that the men who go out and risk their lives for them, for me, even for you now, well yeah; they deserve a new level of respect. The soldiers, my soldiers, are excluded from the point system because they deserve that privilege.”
“But they’re mean for the sake of it,” you frowned a little and Negan sighed.
“I can’t help it if people are sensitive to that,” he shrugs and that made you frown more, “You gotta develop a thicker skin to survive. You gotta work for what you want, work hard in order to get what you need, I can’t always have your back. Mary isn’t gonna always be lookin’ out for you, I’m not either, you can’t just come to me because someone isn’t treating you like a child; you aren’t one, not anymore.”
You remained silent letting his words sink in. You hated to admit it but he seemed right, you couldn’t rely on him nor Mary, plus maybe you were too sensitive. Martyn was a man, you didn’t know and you stuck up for him, he probably doesn’t care about being called ‘Leftie’. You gave a small nod, Negan nodded.
After your talk with Negan, you remained quiet when around Negan’s men. You didn’t want to say anything to upset them, yet it seemed you had created a feud, the two soldiers from days ago had a grudge against you. On purposefully knocking into you, telling the workers to only deal with your points when Mary was with you; only Mary was out scavenging with a small group.
It was a problem, a real one. Yet, Negan’s words echoed in your head; you can’t act like a child and go running to him when in need, you had to handle this yourself. So, that’s what you decided to do, it wasn’t going so well.
“Mary is out, I need this now,” You try to sound stern but it comes out more of a plea, the women working the food table, the broth bubbling in the pan gives a sympathetic smile. The soldier, Smith, known by his last name because there are four other John’s was standing with his arm crossed. The shorter one from when you first met Martyn. “I have all the points together, I’ve been helping with laundry, what’s the big deal?” You asked.
“You’re a child, we can’t just give you things because you may or may not have earned it, your guardian has to do that for you.”
“You can’t have it both ways,” he frowns at you, “I’m either a child or not, you can’t tell me one week to learn to be an adult and then today say I can’t buy soup because I am not an adult, so what am I?” Your little rant caused the attention of everyone to turn, you didn’t realise your usually small voice was now a yell.
Smith didn’t like that, he stepped towards you with a new fire in his eyes, the mocking smile he had was now gone and replaced with a sneer. “Listen, you no good cow, you should have died the day Negan brought you here. In fact, he should have left you, but he showed all of us his soft side. No wonder he has to work harder to prove himself, he let a stupid bitch like you live,” you backed up a step, knocking into a table as he continued to stalk to you. “Yeah, nothing to say now, no one to stupidly look out for you too. Look around you, not everyone is gonna wanna save ya, not everyone is as stupid as Negan was on that day.”
“Or compassionate,” you say before you can think. “That’s what makes him good, better than you-”
Before you can finish a force so harsh knocks you off your feet. A deep pain is stinging your cheek, your whole face really, but mostly a burning sensation is stricken on your left side. Tears welling up in your eyes, you look up at Smith who is leering over your body as everyone around is too stunned to move.
“You really, really, shouldn’t have done that Smith.”
(So, long chapter, I know. Hopefully, everyone likes this. Totally am not hinting Mary is Mary Winchester, I kinda am, it’s funny too. Love me. Let me know what you think, that helps me lot. - Rosalee)
Lance wiped away the tears the fell down his face. He couldn’t help but cry; he knew that that was probably the last time he would ever get to see his team again. But he didn’t regret his decision. He had to prove that he was useful, even if it meant dying. Lance was only a few feet from the Galra ship. He unbuckled himself from the pilot’s seat in Blue, and strapped on his jet pack. “Okay Blue, I know you’re not going to like this, but when I fly out and get on that ship, go back to the castle. Send out your distress signal so the others can find you.” Blue grumbled at his plan, but hesitantly respected his wishes. Lance made his way to exit Blue. With a final pat goodbye, Lance took a deep breath and jumped into the open space. He turned to watch Blue begin to fly away, send him comforting thoughts as she disappeared from his sight. Not wanting to waste time, he quickly activated his jet pack and floated toward the Galra ship. As he approached, one of the small gates opened, welcoming him in. *They’re waiting for me* Lance set his jaw. *Let’s do this*
When Lance landed onto the ship, he was immediately captured by a tall, bulky Galra guard and was drug down a long hallway. He didn’t say a word as the guards carelessly dragged him by the collar of his suit. The Galra stormed down the hallway, footsteps echoing and bouncing around the walls until they reached a room that Lance deduced was the center of the ship. The room was dimly lit, and there were rows of control panels and large computer screen lining on side of the wall. Standing in front of those screens and control panels was the Galra that appeared on the screen, demanding that someone challenge him. The Galra turned around, greeting Lance with a sneer. “Welcome Paladin. I don’t know whether you’re brave or foolish. Regardless, you accepted my challenge, so in order to get your information, you have to defeat me.” Lance’s face remained stone-hard, not muttering a single word. “Hmm..not talking huh? Getting straight to business, I like it!” The Galra chuckled. “Before I pummel you to the ground, allow me to introduce myself.” The Galra leaned into Lance’s face, exposing his sharp canines with a crooked grin. “They call me Troq. And I believe that’s a name you’ll never forget…that is if you live to remember.” Lance rolled his eyes. “Can we cut the small talk and get to the part where I kick your ass? ‘Cause your breath reeks.” Troq squinted his eyes at him, a low growl escaping his throat. “Smart mouth, huh? Well, I know something that will cure that.” The Galra straightened up, pacing back over toward the ship’s control panel. In Galran, he spoke to the guard that captured Lance and drug him here. The soldier nodded, and yanked Lance by the collar, beginning to drag him toward another hallway. “W-where are you taking me?! We’re supposed to fight!!” Troq chuckled darkly. “Oh we will. But first you have to prove yourself worthy. I want to have at least some sort of challenge.” Lance fumed. “Prove myself-what the quiznak does that mean?!” The Galra grinned at him dangerously. “Before you can fight me, you have to defeat the other prisoners that are on this ship. If you defeat them, then you can face me.” Lance snarled at him angrily. “That’s wasn’t part of the deal!!” “If you’re as tough as you think you are, it shouldn’t be a problem. Think of it as a game when you enter the arena. If you win, you move on to the next opponent. If you lose, you die.” Lance paled. “A-arena?” Troq grinned once again. “Oh, I see you’re familiar with it. That does makes sense. Your precious leader Shiro knows all about it.” Lance’s eyes widened in fear. “So I-I have to become-” Troq’s eyes shined black. “Yes, Paladin. In order to fight me, you must become the new Champion.”
The characters in this are Azrael the Angel of Death (played by Y) and Dareios who is possessed by a snake demon/deity that calls itself Leviathan (played by me). Dareios is immortal thanks to Leviathan, and Azrael doesn’t like immortal humans, so Y and I are trying to figure out how they would interact.
Y: Okay but Azrael’s blades usually conceal themselves as scissors imagine a typical teenager in a hoodie (Azrael’s human appearance) threathening Dareios with scissors. I wouldn’t be sure whether to laugh or call the cops.
Me: “Well as long as they don’t run with them” - Dareios
Y: I think that’s gonna be the least of your concerns somehow buddy
Y: Honestly tho I know for fact that the first thing Azrael says to Dareios is “the fuck are you”.
Y: (I have this idea that Azrael is the only angel who swears)
(here’s where we switched to actually being IC or OOC)
Dareios: “I could ask you the same question, but I already know the answer: rude.”
Y: OH SNAP
Me: I love it when Dareios goes all sassy.
Azrael: “Politeness gets you nowhere, certainly not when facing death.”
Y: But seriously Azrael looks like a moody teenager so I doubt that would be taken seriously
Dareios: “Assuming I will answer your question…”
Dareios/Leviathan (talking at the same time): “…Which of us did you ask?”
Azrael: “Cursed be the English language. The ‘you’ was plural.”
Y: ‘Cursed be the English language’? Who says that???
Me: Azrael, clearly
Dareios: “That is a very old-fashioned phrase for a kid like you”
Azrael: “Now who’s the rude one. Show your elders some respect.”
Leviathan: “Excuse you!?” (pretending to be insulted)
Azrael: (snickers) “You clearly haven’t seen me before. Understandable, since you’re immortal, you don’t know what Death looks like.”
Dareios: “I know what Death looks like, but it never holds me long enough for me to register its true appearance.”
Azrael: “Well now you do. And now I have to correct the natural order.” (takes out scissors)
Dareios: “Going to cut my thread of life, or whatever it’s called?”
Azrael: “Oh no. I take offense to immortal humans, I’m going to get up close and personal with this.” (separates the blades of the scissors and turns them into a dagger and a sword)
Dareios: “Well, you definitely shouldn’t run with those.” (makes magic sword appear out of thin air)
Azrael: “I’ve been doing this since the dawn of life. You should be worried about yourself.”
Y: Dawn of life, is that even a thing??
Me: I guess it is
Dareios: "I’d like to see you try. Maybe I will stay dead this time. I doubt it, though.“
Azrael: (suddenly holding the dagger to Dareios’ throat) “Don’t patronize me, WORM.”
Leviathan: “I take offense to that.”
Azrael: (steps back) “And I take offense to you. We’re even now, huh?”
Leviathan: “Guess so.”
Y: Okay but (her other two characters) standing on the sideline watching these two duke it out
Leviathan: “Question. Can an Angel of Death die?”
Azrael: “Are you an idiot? Of course I can’t. If I died, no one else would. The natural order would be a mess.”
Leviathan: “Another question. Do you think you’d be able to kill a god?”
Azrael: “I’ve done it before. The real question is; is it your time to go? I know the human passed his long ago. That must be corrected.”
Leviathan: “My dear host will not pass his time until I allow him to.”
Azrael: “Unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of either fate or destiny. All I have to do is wrench control from you for just a second. Then he’s gone.”
Leviathan: “Gone for how long?”
Azrael: “Forever. He’ll be dead.”
Leviathan: “Will he? He has died thousands of times before, and I brought him back every time.”
Azrael: “This time is different. You haven’t dealt with me in person before. When I close the gates, they won’t open for anyone.”
Leviathan: “I’d like to see that happening.”
Azrael: “I told you, didn’t I? You’re not the one in charge. I am.” (reveals wings)
Leviathan: “Oh, really? Who is stronger, an Angel or a God? Time to find out~”
Azrael: “Such arrogance. I was here before you, and I will be here after you. Those words, I’ve heard them before. Yet I am here, and they are not.”
Leviathan: “Were you here before me? Well, I suppose you were in this exact location before I was, but that’s not the point.”
Me: Leviathan no. Stop sassing the angel of death.
Azrael: “The moment life was invented, I was there, ready to claim it. Such is the natural law of things.”
Leviathan: “Would that make you the first or the second creature alive?”
Azrael: “Second after God. I was a force of nature at first. Then I chose to serve Him.”
Leviathan: “That makes sense. Now, I guess we have talked enough…”
Azrael: “You are a fine conversation partner, I must say. Not many people ask me things other than 'why me?’.”
Leviathan: “I know the answer to that already, so I don’t need to ask. Now, are you going to kill me or not?”
Try to Intimidate my disabled neighbor? I'll make sure you get dropped by your sponsors.
So this ended about four months ago, and still makes me happy whenever I think about it. This might be long sorry.
I’ve lived in this apartment complex about a year or so and it’s
pretty nice I suppose. My next door neighbor is an older lady who
happens to be disabled. While I don’t know the actual extent of her
disabilities, I know she needs help from time to time and If I’m around I
try to help. She’s really sweet and about once a week she’ll make me a
plate of something homemade to eat since I work nights and really don’t
cook. Her pork chops and fried cabbage are 🔥.
We both live upstairs and she uses a wheelchair but she can walk up
and down the stairs slowly, and if I’m around I’ll carry her wheelchair
down, but her daughter usually does it. Her daughter picks her up every
morning on her way to work and takes her to this community center
everyday so she can get out and socialize and such.
This is where this guy comes in, I like to call him Young Douche. YD
is your typical piece of shit in that he is super obnoxious in
everything. He drives a suped up Subaru that’s really loud and plays his
music so loud I can hear the bass from upstairs. Also he likes to park
in the one handicapped spot. Our apartments management is super shitty
and they don’t get involved with anything and refused to get involved
Now before he moved in my neighbors daughter used to park in the
handicapped spot to pick up her mom, but since this dickhead started
parking there she’s had to park in front of his car so she can get her
mom. I tried to be nice and left a note on his car but nothing really
changed but it was no big deal at first.
One morning I’m asleep and get woken up to this guy just holding down
his horn non stop. My neighbors daughter had parked in front of him and
he couldn’t get out. When I looked outside I could see him get out and
start harassing both my neighbor and her daughter.
I could hear him talking shit so I put some pants on and walk outside
and see dude all in the daughters face. She’s like 4'9 so he’s looking
down on her like he’s gonna punch her, then my neighbor tried to calm
him down and she put a hand on his elbow and he slapped her hand away
I saw that and ran downstairs but as soon as I opened the gate and he
saw me he backed off and got back in his car then started honking his
horn again. I waited there until they left, then he left, not before he
flipped me off while driving away.
So at that moment I knew I had to fuck with him. My other neighbor
knows him and told me about dude. Apparently he’s big in the custom
Subaru scene and he does shows and shit with his car all the time. He
has sponsors that sometimes give him parts and they use his car in their
ads I guess.
Anyway It took me awhile to come up with some good revenges so I’d
do simple stuff. I had expired milk in my fridge because I really don’t
drink milk often but I like cereal occasionally and just had some, so
I’d start putting a little bit all over his car when I got home. After
awhile you can smell rancid milk all over it. But that wasn’t enough.
I needed a real big Fuck You so my other friend found out he had this
big show coming up and dude had a photographer come and take pictures
of him with his car. The night before the show I go to AutoZone and get
the shittiest Decals and bumper stickers I can find and spent about an
hour and a half putting these all around his vehicle. When I was done it
looked horrible. I even did a swastika of Honda, Ford, Lamborghini and
Fiat decals on his hood. While nothing I put wouldn’t permanently damage
his vehicle, it would take hours to take it all off.
So about 6 am when I guess he was going to the show I hear screaming.
He’s yelling so loud that some other neighbors go outside and see
what’s up. When they see it’s him they laugh and go back inside.
He then called 911 and they show up but it’s not like there’s
anything they can do. Then the cop actually gives him a ticket for
parking in a handicap spot without tags then they left.
Apparently he had to make that show for his sponsors or else they
were gonna drop him, supposedly he was hard to work with and it was the
straw that broke the camels back.
Now even after all that, dude STILL kept parking in the handicapped
space. Eventually when I got home from work I’d just start throwing
trash on his hood. I once threw a chocolate shake at his windshield.
Seeing this car in the handicapped space every night really pissed me
off for some reason. Anyways he eventually moved out . Still hate that
Imagine (because I love to Suffer) if, instead of using Brenner to get to Eleven, Kali dug deeper into Elevens mind and found the fears she didn’t even know she had.
First, she shows her Joyce, a woman she met briefly a year ago but that showed her more affection than she had received from anyone before, a woman that treated her like a daughter, that hugged and clinged to her in the pool and reminded her she’s here for her. But this time, there’s no warmth in her eyes. No, there’s a burning fire. Her lips snarl and her eyebrows rise. “My boy suffered because of you. My son, my Will, was in that PLACE because of you. Because you opened the gate. You disgust me. You ruined my family you thought, what, that I cared for you? That I’m grateful for what you have done? That I’ve been grieving you? You were a means to an end to get my son, that’s all. You’re just a stranger to me and that’s all you’ll ever be.”
Joyce then changes suddenly into Lucas, who calls her a freak and an abomination, who says he was always afraid of her, he’ll never accept her as a part of the party, she’ll always be an outsider. I saw what you meant to Mike, he says, but I never got it. What’s there to fancy in YOU? You’re not pretty, you’re a freak, you’re dangerous. What’s there to like about someone like you? You’re a monster, you’re a murderer.
Lucas then turns into Dustin, and instead of the adorable smile that settles his mouth is a straight line. He yells at her, you were never my friend. I thought your powers were important, I liked your powers but I hated you, I was terrified of you, I wanted to leave you behind, to give you up to the bad men. I never saw you as a real person, you know, more like a supervillian. The only reason I was so cool with you for so long was your powers, and you couldn’t even use them properly.
Eleven blinks and in Dustins place is Will. Sweet, innocent Will, without a mean bone in his body, he just whispers, why did you do it, Eleven? Why did you open the gate? Why did you let the monster get me? Everything I’ve suffered is because of you, you cause pain and suffering wherever you go, Eleven, you hurt everyone in your way. You’re no good, Eleven, you’re not good. Just leave us alone, Eleven, stay here, in Chicago and let us be happy.
She blinks again and suddenly there’s Hopper. The man that’s been taking care of her for a whole year. I never loved you, you know, he mutters, cigarette between this fingers, I pitied you, I suppose. You reminded me of Sara- that’s all. You were never going to be my daughter, you could never mean that much to anybody else. I just pitied you, I pitied what this world could do to you. There were times when I considered never returning to the cabin, just leaving you there to fend for yourself, but then I’d just think about the more damage you’d cause. You’re not as important as you seem to think you are, kid, you’re replaceable.
And when she thinks her heart couldn’t break anymore, there’s Mike. Wonderful, kind, sweet Mike that showed her nothing but patience and understanding the second he met her. Mike that looked at her with love in his eyes. But this Mike was different. He was cold, his lips snarled, he looked down at her like she was dirt. God, you’ve ruined everything, do you know that, he says. You came into my life and managed to ruin it in a weeks time. You took away my best friend, he suffered because of you. You nearly killed my other best friend, you killed countless people in front of me without even thinking twice. You’re a monster. How could you ever think I loved you? How could I love a monster like you? He moves closer towards her, his face inches from hers. She looks up, hoping to see something familiar in his eyes but the fire is still there and it’s brighter. “You’re the monster, Eleven. YOU are the monster. You’ve ruined everything. Don’t ever come back, do you understand? Leave me alone. I don’t ever want to see you again. You mean nothing to me. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing!”
She screams, pushing her hands into his chest and he disappears into nothingness. She feels herself collapse on her knees as the click, click, click of Kali’s shoes echo in the empty room. She hears a finally bang of the door closing, and she tries to calm her tears, rolling down her face. Her heart is breaking, and there’s nothing she can do.