will get the rest up at some point

So, this is how my legs look when I’m relaxed.

This is not a normal posture for a leopard gecko–though it’s normal for me.

A more normal posture would be to have my legs tucked up a bit with my feet flat on the ground, and not resting on my elbows, and my legs should be a lot more muscular; you can see mine are still pretty thin and not toned looking. That’s okay though, I have a LOT of weight I need to gain, and I guess I’m just going to get it in my legs later.

I’m hoping with weight gain and moving around more that I build up some leg muscle, but even that probably won’t fix the position of my legs much, because that is due to bone deformities from my MBD.

At some point, while I was being starved by my first keepers, my bones started to get soft due to lack of calcium and, eventually, they fractured. My first keepers never took me to a vet and, when they dumped me at the pet store, their vet said there wasn’t much we could do but let them heal and hope it was okay because of the condition that I was in and due to how many small breaks there were.
When they got me, my spine was also kinked pretty severely and I had a bad underbite as well, both of those things have healed up now though. My spine is straight again and my jaws line up!

Obviously, that was all pretty painful (broken bones always are), but my legs healed, and this is how they healed.

I can still walk and I can move pretty fast–not as fast as other leopard geckos, but still pretty fast. I do look a little funny when I walk; a lot of times, I walk on my front elbows instead of my feet because of how weak my front legs still are and because of how my elbow joints healed. My feet are on the ground, but I put my weight on my elbows as my ankle joints are still really weak. They may always be that way, my keeper isn’t sure yet.
Someone on Reddit said I do a very cute army crawl!

My back legs swing out in big circles when I walk due to how they healed and, when I rest, I rest with them splayed out like this because that’s just naturally how they want to go due to how those bones healed. 

I’m resilient though, I can still run and walk and I’m working on climbing. Some day, my front legs will be strong enough to let me climb up onto the big cork bark piece in my enclosure.


Luckily I know exactly what to do with that information. Thank u dream anon.

(Also, if anyone’s confused about their get up, I kinda previously established that Keldeo and the rest of the Swords of Justice were part of a medieval fair.( I am also still gonna do the medieval fair sketch stuff at some point, but between asks, the comic, and some other stuff I’m working on it might not get done anytime soon unless you guys have some asks for it *wink wink*))

So I was thinking about Viktor sitting at his bachelor party and saying to Yurio or someone “where is my fiance can I see him now”, which got me thinking about the fact that despite everyone trying to keep an eye on Viktor to make sure he stays at the party, he sneaks off at some point to show up at Yuuri’s door, a little bit drunk, throws himself at Yuuri and informs him “WE’RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!”. Poor Yuuri was expecting this and just sighs, says “I know, I love you too”, tucks him into his own bed and snuggles him for the rest of the night. Probably checks to find his phone with a text from Yurio: “he snuck off to go see you didn’t he. tell him he’s an asshole and not to fuck up his wedding tmrw”. 

And they just spend the whole night clinging to each other, Viktor wrapped around him like an octopus and whispering to Yuuri all about how happy he is that he’s going to marry the man of his life, and how silly it was to celebrate their wedding by being apart, “like what is that about Yuuri? Yuuri, it’s so silly, I missed you so much”. Yuuri just pats his hair and agrees, he missed Viktor too, because they’re both gross and in love and I can’t stand it.

(anime blog: @viktorkatsuki)

Things the rebelcaptain fandom has simultaneously and wordlessly agreed on:

- We’re all riding on the denial train
- If Jyn wakes up in a hospital bed, she will risk seriously injuring herself and others to make sure Cassian is okay
- When she finds Cassian, he will be both relieved to see her and angry with her for not getting her rest
- Cassian is a worrywart in general
- Chirrut can sense when the two have hooked up/are expecting a child
- They have nightmares about Scarif and always comfort each other about them
- They will name their child either Hope, Lyra, or Galen
- They will become friends with Poe Dameron’s parents
- They will meet Luke, Leia, and/or Han at some point
- Leia will offer them medals for their service
- They will refuse the medals
- K2 always has to put up with them and he’s sick of it

Okay okay I really want a fic where like… (and I know this set-up has been done like…a thousand times but…) Bitty works for the Falconers in like social media or something…and part of his job is handling the official Falconers’ Twitter.

And Jack has never paid attention to twitter or any of that before, right?  But he keeps hearing the guys in the locker room laughing their asses off, because Bitty is savage.  His dry humour and snark is just on point and he’s developing this amazing reputation.  Like they go on a roadie and Jack overhears some of the other team actually complimenting his teammates on their PR guy’s skills??

So he shows up at Ransom’s door when they get back and hands over his phone and he’s like…Show me how to twitter.

So Ransom and Holster set Jack up with a twitter, and post something absurd like, ‘Finally joining the rest of humanity, only a decade behind’ or something.

And Bitty responds–not by tweet, like everyone expects, but by leaving Jack a pie in his stall.  And it’s amazing.  And Jack is just like who IS this guy?  So he finds Bitty to thank him and wow he’s so cute and funny and that accent…

Anyway Jack doesn’t have time to have ridiculous crushes on little Georgia rays of sunshine (the most he allows is peeking at Twitter–and wow yeah it’s pretty funny.  When Bitty destroyed Parse in the last tweet war, Jack was laughing so hard he was crying and even had to call Parse like, “wow Kent.  Wow.”  “shut up, Zimms.  I was off my game.”)

So during this time, people start to take notice of Jack.  And most of the fans are excited he’s on social media, but there are some Terrible ™ people who say bad things and at first Jack has a hard time because part of his coping had been to stay away from all this.  But he wants to try.  So he ends up in Bitty’s office like, “Can you teach me your ways.”

And Bitty is like, “come, young padawan…” Jack doesn’t get the reference and Bitty sighs for like a million years and adds on pop culture from 2001+ to his list of things he has to teach Jack.

Jack and Bitty meet up whenever he’s got spare time after practise, and sometimes for dinner after home games…and okay maybe Jack’s crush is getting worse, and the guys are relentless in their chirping because Jack “Heart Eyes” Zimmermann thinks he’s not obvious but He Is ™.  But it’s all in good fun.

He realises his crush isn’t going away any time soon, but he’s not sure he can do anything about it.  One day though some a-hole on twitter who thinks he’s a Jack Zimmermann expert because he has google access to his wiki, starts coming at him.

And before this, Jack would usually shut down or defer to Bitty.  But he’s just so tired.  So he starts giving the most dry, most sarcastic, Dead Sea Salty responses.  And by the end of the night the guy has talked himself into a corner and Twitter is losing their minds because is this seriously Jack Zimmermann?

And Jack is just like, I had a great Twitter Master.

Bitty sees it, of course, and bursts into the locker room and throws himself at Jack and they make out because well, how can they help it?  The guys all yell and chirp and Bitty promises to bake them all many pies if they leave Jack alone about it.

They don’t, of course.  But they get pies anyway.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I hope your day is going well! Could you write about RFA+V+Saeran's reaction to MC being a pretty bad sleeper and accidentally kicks them in their sleep (waking them up)? Thank you!


  • would be awake at the slightest sound 
  • probably ends up just standing up 
  • fixes the blankets 
  • and then goes back to sleep 
  • he gets a bruise 


  • probably ends up turning the TV on
  • watches it until he falls asleep 
  • next morning he’s asleep sitting up 
  • MC probably feels bad and lets him rest 


  • he doesn’t really care
  • he usually doesn’t get much sleep anyway
  • probably just turns over and goes back to sleep 
  • it takes him some time to get back to sleep 
  • Elizabeth the 3rd probably crawls on top of them at some point 


  • self defense instincts kick in
  • probably ends up grabbing MC somehow 
  • both of them are awake now 
  • they probably get something warm to drink before going back to sleep 
  • that or they end up just apologizing and going to sleep again 


  • he’s passed out cold 
  • honestly nothing can wake him up once he’s asleep 
  • probably snoring and doesn’t even notice
  • although he’s probably not bothered by it 


  • he’s probably a bad sleeper too 
  • both he and MC are on opposite sides of the bed 
  • and both kick each other all the time
  • they get used to it tho 
  • 707′s probably half off the bed
  • and MC is already on the floor 


  • he’d make a big deal of it as a joke
  • probably to get MC to give him kisses 
  • and pamper him a bit 
  • although he probably doesn’t mind nor care either

A/N I think they’d make a pretty good salty pair, don’t you think so too?

Tired of Your Shit Guys - Hinata + Kirigiri

Perhaps the most unexpected development that came from the New World Program was the camaraderie formed between Hinata and Kirigiri.

It was as much of a bond as a pair of people complaining about their unhelpful classmates, which basically summed up their relationship or friendship or whatever you call this. Point was that they were getting along well, surprisingly well in fact.

“You don’t know true suffering unless you’ve been in a class trial with Komaeda.” Hinata started with an exasperated sigh. “He tried to get us all killed. More than once!”

“But at least he provided the necessary clues when needed.” Kirigiri calmly refuted. “He’s… problematic but useful… unlike some people.”

“Well yeah, but he’s an ass to deal with.” He grunted. “And don’t get me started with the rest of the class. I swear they’re not even trying anymore sometimes.” His hands held tightly onto his head as he recalled, “When Owari kept bringing up Komaeda’s front tail, I swear I was this close to losing it.”

“Hmph, but there have been times that they offered valuable insights to which you consented, right?” Kirigiri questioned him.

“Yeah, I guess… sometimes.” He replied with a shrug.

“Our class is worse. Much worse.” Kirigiri boldly declared and although it was a humiliating fact, the way she said it made it sound like she was almost proud of it. “We never once agreed with each other. We were always out to disprove the false statements spouted.” She flipped her hair. “And by we, I mean just Naegi and I. We were the only reliable ones there. Everyone else just contributed to be objected upon.”

“Ouch. That’s harsh.” He commented.

“I’m only stating the truth.” She nonchalantly replied. “You don’t know true stupidity unless you’ve been in a class trial with Hagakure.”

“Oh, you mean that fortune-teller guy? But isn’t he a member of Future Foundation now?” Hinata pointed out and then rebutted, “I mean yeah, he looks pathetic but he’s harmless at most. Nowhere near as problematic as Komaeda.”

Kirigiri turned to him and deadpanned, “We had to convince Hagakure that I wasn’t dead.”

“Okay, but–”

“While I was right there.” She cut him off, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. Gone were all the fucks she’d give. “In the class trial.”

“…” He stared at her dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out at first. He closed it and thought of what would be the most appropriate response to such stupidity. He gave up. “Alright, you got me there. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard.”

“I’m glad you agree.” She nodded in satisfaction. “Perhaps that was the most trying test of my patience.”

“I’d probably just punched him so he’d figure it out himself just how real and alive I am.” He suggested with a chuckle.

“He’d most likely think it was the work of aliens.” She calmly refuted.

“Aliens?” He stared at her in disbelief. “Seriously? Not even ghosts?”

She shrugged and explained, “He claims that he doesn’t believe in the supernatural.”

“But he believes in aliens.” He couldn’t believe what he was saying. “What the hell?”

“Welcome to my life.” She let out a tired sigh.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” He gently patted her on the shoulder, sympathetic.

At the end of the day, they’d somehow find themselves with each other, ranting but also bonding.

C’mon Baby

Pairing: Markiplier x Reader

Summary: After a long day of recording, you try to get Mark to rest, which proves to be a little harder than you initially expected.

Warnings: None. Just a bit of fluff

A/N: This is a kinda re-write of @just-imagine-that‘s “C’mon baby, up to bed”. All credit for the idea and plot goes to them (and even some lines of dialogue). Thanks for letting me steal your awesome idea! This is just a little short and sweet piece.

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C’mon Baby

A soft creaking erupted from the door of Mark’s recording room as you pushed it open deliberately. The point was to not draw too much attention to yourself, which you failed at doing. Mark spun around in his chair, his headphones hanging around his neck as his tired eyes crinkled, a slight smile tugging at his lips.


Your voice was slightly more groggy than usual due to the fact that you had awoken a minute ago to a an empty bed, deciding you’d come down here to check on Mark. Nevertheless, the sound filled Mark’s ears as you let yourself in, quietly shutting the door behind you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

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Imagine you and Michael cuddling for the first time, like there would be so much awkward a the beginning. You were watching a movie together at your house and at some point your mind just stopped focusing on the movie. Your attention went to the corner of your eye where you saw Michael Sitting next to you on the couch. He was relaxed, leaning back with one of his arms up on top of the couch. You leaned in his direction a little, just enough for him to get a hint. He scooted over closer to you and removed his hand from the couch to rest it on your shoulder. You were a bit tense, you’ve cuddled with your friends before but this seemed different. Michael felt similarly. You put your head on his chest, nuzzling it in a little to find a more comfortable fit. With your head right over his chest, you looked up at him, “funny,” you said softly, “your heart is beating almost as fast as mine.” He chuckled and was thankful that you broke the ice. Beginning to get more comfortable, he pulled you into him more and you put your arms around his waist. The arm that was under him was losing circulation, but you’d rather have pins and needles in your arms than stop this.


Ancient history: I wrote a spec script for Glee about a year ago, meant to take place in the second half of S2.  I’ve been sitting on it for about as long as I’ve been promising to put it out there.  So!  It’s far from perfect, but here’s the first three pages.  (Sorry about the watermark.)

Tina wants to audition for the lead in a school musical, but she’s told she’s not right for the part.  Meanwhile, it’s Teen Mentor Week at McKinley and Sue Sylvester meddles with all the Glee kids’ goals in an effort to show up Will’s mentoring skills.  Rachel and Quinn spend the week trying to work through their differences, while Mercedes and Santana clash over their efforts to help Brittany pass a math test.


For @bleedtoloveher, the best friend a lady could have.  Happy Birthday, and thanks for everything.

Octavia always had the best parties.

Her mom worked too many jobs and was too checked out the rest of the time to care, so as long as people stayed to clean up the empties and spot treat the carpet they were free and clear.  They had it down to a science at this point, complete with Monty and Jasper dropping off some free weed for Nygel so she wouldn’t call the cops when Monty’s music inevitably got too loud.  People would get drunk, Clarke would confiscate their keys, and everyone would spend the next morning groaning about their hangovers and straightening up.  It was basically a sacred tradition at this point, which was why she had been so pissed at Bellamy for trying to shut it down.  This was their last chance to be together before they all went off to college in a couple of weeks, so it wasn’t just some party.  It was the party.

But fortunately, Bellamy had one weakness, and that was Octavia’s puppy dog eyes.  She’d worn him down and now the party was in full swing.  The only flaw was that Bellamy insisted on babysitting too, which really just meant attempting to do things Clarke had already done.  (”No one has keys to turn over!” Raven yelled at him an hour ago.  “Clarke already took them!”)  Eventually he gave up and just stood in the kitchen, attempting to look intimidating.  It worked on the straight guys, but now the kitchen was packed with everyone else trying to catch his eye.

Clarke told herself she wasn’t one of them but really, who was she kidding?  She had eyes.  Bellamy was hot and always had been, but when she first met him she was fourteen with her braces still on and he was seventeen and completely uninterested in his little sister’s friend.  She knew he wouldn’t notice her then, but now…now, she maybe had a chance.  The braces were long gone and her boobs had gotten a lot bigger, and she’d lost that pre-teen nervousness around people she was attracted to.  It was worth a shot, anyway.

She hoisted herself up on the kitchen counter next to where Bellamy was on his elbows, glaring at Murphy.  “I know he looks like he’s going to murder someone but really, he’s harmless,” Clarke explained with a nod towards Murphy.

“And you know that how?”

“Well, for one thing he definitely cried when we read Little Women in Sophomore English, so…”

“Hey, Beth dying is a goddamn tragedy,” Bellamy protested, and Clarke bumped his shoulder with hers.  He laughed and she liked how that sounded.  She wanted him to do it again, but more than that, she wanted to be the cause of it.  Also, she wanted him to put his mouth on her mouth.

“And if you ever need to piss him off, just mention Laurie and Amy getting married,” she continued.

“Well, Jo’s a fucking idiot,” Bellamy chuckled.  “So what’s your deal at these things, anyway?  I haven’t seen you drink anything yet.  Isn’t that…the point?”

Clarke shrugged and bounced her heels off the cabinets.  “The point is to have fun.  Sometimes I drink, but not too much.  Somebody has to keep the kids in line.”

“That’s what I’m here for tonight.  Go— have fun,” he urged.

“Maybe I am having fun,” she said, dropping her voice a little.

Bellamy cocked an eyebrow at her and she held his gaze long enough that he looked away first.  “You’re trouble, aren’t you?” he muttered.

Clarke tilted her head to the side and let her hair spill down her shoulder.  “Is that a bad thing?”

He smiled, a quick flash of teeth that made her heart stumble a bit.  “For me?  Yeah.  For you?  That depends.”

“On what?” she flirted.

Bellamy leaned forward and her lungs stopped working because it seemed like he was about to kiss her.  She licked her lips and watched his freckles blur before her eyes, but then he stopped.  He was close enough that she could feel his breath fanning her cheek and a blush started crawling up her neck.  “On just how good your game is,” he smirked and backed up.  “See you around, Griffin,” he said, and melted into the crush of people in the living room, leaving her sitting on the kitchen counter with her heart thundering like she’d just run a marathon.

Oh, it was on.

i tell self-depreciating jokes because i legitimately think they’re funny and it helps me feel better about myself (in some sort of fucked up way) but at some point i stop and realize that everything im saying is actually true and it’s really painful bc i value myself just as little as everyone else does and if i keep being like this then ill always be the second choice

What has Orlais touched that it doesn’t spoil?
—  The rest of Thedas, at some point probably

Whether you’re camping at the pit, or living in your van at the buttermilks .. at some point, you’re gonna need some serious caffeine. Charlie, an Ohio-raised, coffee-making, pro-Bernie, van-dwelling barista, somehow manages to wake up at 5am most mornings, while the rest of us sleep in until 10. Upon realizing that it’s too freaking hot to do anything, climbers gradually wander into Black Sheep to mooch off the internets and get free refills. Thanks for making us all coffee, Charlie. You’re the best!

anonymous asked:

And when Lena finally does wake up, she's only a tad bit surprised at the familiar warmth at her back. Because Kara always felt bad coming over super late, "you don't sleep enough as it is, you don't need me barging in at 3am," so Lena immediately knows Supergirl had a rough night. And while the world is still turning thanks kara,

Lena doesn’t hesitate to cancel her meetings for the day and spend the rest of it carding her hands through blonde locks. Letting her super get the rest she so desperately deserves.

Ugh, yesss, and eventually at some point in the afternoon, Lena wakes her with soft kisses to her cheeks and nose and tells her that if she wakes up she can have all the potstickers that Lena ordered in.

Fire Whip

The only reason Maeve was able to capture Aelin was because she had been drained completely of her magic. All Aelin needs to do is rest up enough to get her energy back. It will be hard, but I’m sure that at some point her iron prison will slip up. Either Fenrys will help her get out or she will find a way to get unchained.

Also knowing Aelin she probably has an underlying motive for being captured or at least created one quickly afterwards. If she stays and finds a way to kill Maeve then she just gained one hell of a Fae army.

“Power called to power among the Fae.“ - Fenrys

Because there is no way that our badass babe Aelin is going to let being tortured tear her down. She might reach a low point and go through some terrible memories, but she’s going to look towards the future. She’s going to fight and do everything in her power to protect her loved ones and Terrasen.

I personally hope that when she does get her magic back and there is that final showdown with Maeve. That she uses a fire whip to tear that bitch apart.

Originally posted by protomanblues97


☞ Magnus and Alec sitting in the loft watching a Disney movie. There legs up on the table and and sharing a blanket, that wasn’t quiet big enough so they where all ready close together, with Magnus legs slightly over Alec’s because he was cold.
  ⋆Then at some point during the movie Alec starts to get tired but doesn’t want to leave and tries, but fails, to stay awake. His head falling against Magnus shoulder and resting there. Magnus looking down and instead of waking up his sleeping hunter, gently moved some of the hair that was fallen in front of his eyes to the side and then moving his arm around his waist to pull him closer making Alec stir a little causing him to bury his head farther into the crook of Magnus neck.
☞ Magnus and Alec laying in Magnus bed, turned so that they are facing each other with the blankets and sheet pulled up all the way to both of their necks.
  ⋆Magnus reaching over at his Alexander who’s eyes where half open half shut. They were both slipping in and out if consciousness, and as Magnus placed one hand on Alec’s cheek he felt him smile and placed his hand on top of Magnus, it was a little bigger but neither one seemed to mind.
  ⋆Magnus scooted closer and Alec wrapped his arms around Magnus waist pulling him closer, Magnus links his hands behind Alec’s head and playing with his black hair. Them both hugged together happily and their breathing soothing the other in to a night rest.

– I wrote this once again at like 3am when I was tired and lonely and wishing for a girlfriend/boyfriend. So yeah….. enjoy?–

inhalation (catch your breath)

I’ve had a lot of feelings about the most recent episode and just in general the past week. Have a rough sketch of some of them, from a certain rogue’s point of view. (written mostly at 3am and briefly edited/revised)

He knows some things after the battle is over, the fight finished, if not necessarily won:

  • His goddess’ presence weighs heavy on the city
    • It’s stronger than he’s felt before
    • He has an urge to honor the dead, to find a resting place for each body that fell
    • She tells him without words that he doesn’t need to worry about it
      • (there are bigger concerns; your place is with your family)
  • His vengeance for his mother, for his sister, for his family of blood is quenched
  • His vengeance for his family of choice still burns
    • Raishan is still out there with:
      • two eggs
      • Thordak’s body
    • He feels like he has failed
    • He dragged them all down into this mess
      • He started it
      • He failed to finish it
      • He wishes he was stronger
      • He knows now that he has to be

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New Beginnings Part 1

Originally posted by thewalkingstar

It’s hard to know who to trust during the end of the days, when the dead walk among the living. Fight the dead, fear the living, they say. That’s all I seem to be doing lately, fighting the dead and fearing the living. I roam around town to town, mostly on my own, since lately my group has been slowing thinning out.

Either it was because we were dying from lack of food, water, or we just end up being lunch for the dead. Either way, it got to the point that we decided to split up and try to look for other groups. I had some skills, but not enough that I could survive on my own.

I was hoping to get to a place soon, since I was low on water and food. I was down to three bullets and my knife was getting dull. I saw a sign for a small rest stop up ahead, hopefully I could find something there. A course I did find something, but not what I was expecting.

“HELP!” I screamed as I ran, but my voice was cut off, by the sounds of their laughter.

New Beginnings Part 1

Chapter One

“Where the fuck is Dwight at?” Negan said, as he walked around the courtyard. “Hello fuckers, I’m fucking talking here.”  A few men in the courtyard turned to him and shrugged their shoulders. “Fuck, seriously? Why the fuck do I have you guys fucken around for?” Negan closed his eyes and shook his head at how annoyed he was getting.

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

“Negan” A man called out from the catwalk. “Dwight is coming in now.”

“Fuck finally someone fucken knows something.” Negan said, walking over to the car port area as Dwight got out of the car, walking towards him. “Hey fucker, what fucken took you so long?”

“We ran into a situation.” Dwight said, then lean in close to Negan. “Now we have another situation.”

“What kind of fucken situation?” Negan said, seeing Dwight look over to the car and Negan looked over. “Found something?”

“Someone.” Dwight said, looking back Negan. “A woman, but she’s all cut up and beaten pretty bad. Also she’s..” Dwight looked back at the car.

“She’s what?” Negan said, clenching his fist for the fact a woman was beaten. He man be an asshole, but he had rules that he always followed. “She fucken what Dwight?” Negan grabbed his shoulders and made Dwight look at him.

“She’s pregnant.” Dwight said and Negan’s eyes widen. “Maybe six or so months, hard to say. I want to ask your permission to take her to Hilltop. They have the doctor there and she’ll be safe”

“Let me fucken talk to her.” Negan said, walking around Dwight but Dwight walked around, cutting him off. “What fucken now?”

“Just…Be gentle with her boss.” Dwight said, stepping aside.

“Don’t fucken worried fucker, I may be a fucken asshole, but I’m a fucken respectable asshole” Negan said, walking over to the driver side. “Most of the fucken time as least.”

Negan open up the driver side and he saw a young girl, huddle against the passenger door. She had cuts on her arms and face, along with bruising, some old and some fresh.

“Please…don’t hurt me..” She said, holding her stomach as she shred a few tears. “Please.”

“Don’t fucken worry doll, I’m not fucken going to hurt you. I’m Negan, what’s your name?” Negan said, giving her a small smile.

“(Y/N) She said, wiping her tears away.

“Nice to fucken meet you (Y/N).” Negan said, nodding his head. “Where’s your fucken baby daddy at? What’s his name?”

“I..don’t know.” She said, looking down. “He never..told me.. his name. None of them did.”

“I’m sorry Doll.” Negan said, letting out a sigh. “Look, me and fucken Dwight, along a few of things fuckers are going to take you to fucken Hilltop. They have a fucken doctor there that can fucken check you and your munchkin out. Sound fucken good?”

“Yes.” She said, turning to him and giving him a smile. Negan’s heart skipped a beat. “Thank you Negan.”

“Yeah.” Negan said, looking away as he cough. “I’ll get the fucken others just fucken sit here doll.” Negan close the door and walked off, with his hand on his chest “What the fuck was that?”

“You okay boss?” Dwight asked him with a confuse look on his face.

“What?” Negan said, looking at him. “A course I’m fucken fine. Get the fucken others and lets fucken go to Hilltop.”

Chapter 2

“Let me help you.” Dwight said, offering his hand to help (y/n) out of the car.

Thank you Dwight.” She said, as she took his hand and got out of the car.

“I fucken got it from fucken here Dwight.” Negan said, stepping in between Dwight and (y/n). He took her hand and led her inside. “I’ll fucken go in with you and fucken stay. If you want doll.”

“Yes please.” She said, looking around as everyone started walking off in a hurry as they walked inside the small compound. She looked up at Negan. “Why are they so scared of you?”

“Nothing to fucken worry about doll.” Negan said, looking down at her, smile. “Just fucken know, you’ll never have a fucken reason to be scared of me. Alright doll?”

“Okay.” She said in a small voice, as she turned and saw a man with a bread, leaning against the building they were walking up to. “Who’s he?”

That’s fucken Jesus.” Negan said, as they walked up to him. “What up fucker? Doctor in?”

“Negan.” Jesus said, looking at him and then to her. “Are you okay miss?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.” She said, huddling behind Negan.

Its fucken okay doll. He’s fucken won’t do anything.” Negan said, looking down at her and back to Jesus. “He fucken knows better to fucken try anything with me. Isn’t that fucken right?”

“A course.” Jesus said looking at Negan and back to her. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I was just wondering. I’ll walk with you guys and show you were he’s at.”

Chapter 3

They followed Jesus inside the building and over to the were the doctor had his office at. She laid down on the table as the doctor started cleaning up her wounds. The whole time, Negan kept her hand in his and his other hold his trustily Lucille.

Then came the part of the ultra sound. (Y/N) was nervous about the whole thing. Though she loved her baby, she was worried how she would react once the baby was born. Could she love the baby still? What if the baby looked like one of the men that had force themselves on her? Could she bare it? Would the baby survive this world?

“Its fucken alright doll.” Negan said, looking down at her smiling.

She looked up at him and nodded.

“Alright” The doctor said and they turned to look at the screen. “There is your baby, health and getting big. It looks like its going to be a boy”

Fuck, would you fucken look at that.” Negan said, smiling and pointing at the screen

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“That’s your munchkin doll. He’s going to be a huge fucker. Hell, he might kick my fucken ass one fucken day.”

“You think so?” She said, looking up at him and smiling.

“Fuck yeah I do.” Negan said, smiling down at her. “With my fucken help, he’s going to be the biggest and fucken badass fucker in this world.”

“Thank you Negan.” She said, wiping away a tear.

No fucken problem doll.” Negan said, winking at her and turning to the doctor. “Lets fucken wrap up this chick flick doc. I got to take doll face here fucken home so she can rest.”

“I thought I was staying here.” She said, titling her head to the side.

“Nah doll, you and the munchkin are fucking staying with me. That way I can fucken keep on eye on you two. I’ll get a fucken room set up for you down from mine. Sound fucken good doll face?” Negan said, with a big smile.

“Yeah.” She said, smiling and nodding. “Sounds good.”

New Beginnings Part 2

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