#i made myself giggle way too much with the ezekiel one

[isogenderskitty]

more of these because they're really fun to make

#i made myself giggle way too much with the ezekiel one #i love that fucked up little guy so much #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #text post memes #text post meme #nightmare time #nmt #perky's buds #ezekiel #ezekiel (nmt) #black friday #frank pricely #lex foster #the hatchetfield ape man #professor henry hidgens #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #paulkins #paul matthews #emma perkins #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #richie lipschitz #richard lipschitz #stephanie lauter #my favourite genre of these to make is steph demolishing anons actually

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Mother’s Day Drabbles

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Miguel Galindo x Black!Reader, EZ Reyes x Black!Reader, Obispo Losa x Black!Reader

Summary: Four drabbles with my four favorite men from Mayans MC commemorating Mother’s Day with their loves.

Warning(s): Grief, loss of a child in the last drabble (sorry to my bishop girls) but the other ones are all fluffy goodness

Word count: 1,545

AN: It’s almost Father’s Day so y’know what sounds good? Reading some EXTREMELY late Mother’s Day drabbles!! lol. I haven’t posted anything in so long and these were in the drafts so here we are. Enjoy these random ideas that popped into my head. Trying to force myself to get into shorter form writing like drabbles and headcanons. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading! xo

Breakfast in bed - Angel (fluff)

“Daddy shhh! You gots ta be quiet.”

“Lo siento princesa.”

You fought to keep your eyes shut and not smile as they tried and failed at surprising you. You wouldn’t ruin their efforts so you just listened as they came into the bedroom and something was set on your nightstand.

It was silent for a moment before a ball of energy landed firmly on top of you, knocking the wind out of you and fully waking you up.

“Good morning mommy. I made you breakfast in bed.” Your beautiful little girl told you once she saw your eyes open.

A throat cleared and your eyes connected with your husband’s.

“Oh, Daddy helped too.” She added, getting comfortable in your lap as you sat up against your headboard and adjusted the bonnet on your head.

“Oh he did? Well thanks for helping Daddy.” You teased, as he took a seat on the bed next to you.

“Anything for you. Happy Mother’s Day.” Angel leaned in and kissed you on the lips once, twice, three times. The last peck lingered a little too long and the princess was not amused.

“Let her eat! The food is gonna get cold.” She grumbled, and you broke down in giggles. That daughter of yours was a sass machine and she stayed on her daddy’s head. He loved every bit of it.

“Okay, okay.” He relented, a grin on his face. Anything for his girls.

Coming home to a spotless clean house - Miguel (fluff)

As your driver pulled into the driveway of your large home, she sighed knowing your day had only just become. After a full day of work, she knew as soon as you stepped foot in the house you would need to pick up after the kids from their time running the nanny ragged. Then, you’d have to get dinner cooked before wrangling the kids to eat, bathe, and then sleep. No clue if you’d see your husband or if he was having a late night.

You loved your life. You loved your family. Sometimes things could just be a little tiring. But you put that smile on your face and you made your way into the house.

The quiet was the first thing to hit and surprise you. Your home was never this quiet at this time of day. You slowly walked further into the house, your nose guiding you to the kitchen where a delicious aroma caught your attention. As you rounded the corner, you were shocked to see your husband standing at the stove.

“Miguel?” You asked, confused at his presence and the state of the house. Everything was clean and put away. He was at home at a decent time and not off somewhere handling business. Something was going on.

“Hello mi amor.” He walked closer to you before grabbing your face and kissing your lips. You’d missed him today so you added a little pressure to the kiss, but it didn’t last long as there was a burning question on your mind.

“What’s going on? Where are the kids?” You asked, head swiveling, as soon as you ended the kiss, to see if you could spot them. You didn’t even notice Miguel maneuvering you onto one of the kitchen stools.

“The kids are in their rooms, dinner is cooking, the house is clean and you are going to enjoy this chardonnay I bought for you.” He handed you a glass and you took it without complaint. A sweet smile spread across your lips as you realized he did all of this for you.

“You do so many wonderful things for this family. I want you to enjoy your night to yourself. I will handle putting the children to bed and you will relax for the night. Your dinner should be done by the time I get back downstairs but in the meantime, I know you’ve been wanting to catch up on the new season of A Black Lady Sketch Show. It’s queued up in the living room.”

A kid wrangling free night? Your favorite tv show and wine? He already bought you everything you could ask for but this? This is so much better than any present he could have come up with. “How did I get so lucky?” You pondered, a dreamy smile on your face.

“I ask myself the same question every day. Happy Mother’s Day.” He replied, kissing you again before going to fulfill his promise.

Spa day for expectant mom - EZ (fluff)

Knowing what comes with being pregnant and actually experiencing the symptoms are two very different things. You don’t wanna say you underestimated things, but you were in the middle of your third trimester and you weren’t handling things very well.

“EZ!! EZEKIEL!” You hollered for him, from where you sat propped up on the couch. Your back was killing you, you couldn’t see your feet but you knew they were a hot mess, and you just generally felt uncomfortable. You knew it would all be worth it in the end, but the end was taking too damn long to get here.

Your boyfriend had been incredibly understanding of your constant mood swings. When you first told him you were pregnant, he went out and bought a bunch of pregnancy books. He was always reading one that first trimester. Angel would tease him and say he could just google everything, but EZ had always preferred having physical copies of text. He wanted to know everything you’d go through so he could help you deal with it.

You call him now and he doesn’t respond. You grow annoyed, but also slightly concerned because he never doesn’t answer you.

It took several tries but you manage to get yourself off the couch and head back towards your bedroom. When you push the door open, a wide smile breaks out on your face. The lights in the room were dimmed and your favorite candles were lit, bathing the room in a soothing scent. Songs from your ‘self care day’ playlist filled the otherwise silent air. On the bed was the biggest, fluffiest robe you’d ever seen in your life. There was also a basket filled with goodies including face masks, different color nail polish, massage oil, and your favorite snacks.

“What is all of this?” You asked your boyfriend who had almost as big a smile on his face as you did.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d just let your first Mother's Day go by with no acknowledgment, did you?”

You blinked somewhat in surprise. “I...I mean yeah I guess. My first Mother’s Day is next year. Baby Reyes isn’t even here yet.”

“So? You’re carrying our child. You gonna let me spoil you or you gonna keep making excuses why I can’t?” He asked, his eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his face.

“Spoil away then.” You grinned, holding out a hand for him to take before pampering you for the rest of the night.

Cuddles - Bishop (angst, heed the tw up top please)

The ray from the television was the only light source illuminating the living room. You were laying on your side on the couch, eyes on the tv but not truly paying attention to it. The light from the tv reflected off the tear stains left in her cheeks.

Bishop came back from dealing with club stuff and leaned on the doorway just watching you. He knew it was a rough day for you. Everyday was hard, but today was especially hurtful. He’d be feeling the same way just next month.

He placed his kutte onto the armchair and slipped off his shoes before climbing over you. You jumped a little at his presence but he just gently nudged you up so he could squeeze between you and the back of the couch.

One arm slid under your head and the other rested on your waist as he settled in. The hand on your waist reached out and gently ran a thumb over the little face in the picture frame you held tightly in your hands.

“Our sweet boy.” He whispered, a sad smile on his face.

Your breath hitched and your shoulders began to shake as you silently cried. You missed him so much. The whole day you stayed inside hoping to avoid all the mother celebrations, but that didn’t help. The hurt ran deep and no amount of avoidance could stop it. This day was a special slap in the face and every year the last three years have been spent like this.

Bishop curled the arm under your head until his elbow laid on your clavicle. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him.

“You’ll always be his mother. That love is forever.” He softly but firmly stated before pecking your shoulder over and over.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in at the feel of him squeezing you tightly. It was comforting. He was always holding you together. He understood your pain and even though it hurt worse some days than others, you knew you had to continue on.

But for right now, you would cry in your man’s arms and hope next year went better.

#mother's day drabbles #angel reyes #ez reyes #miguel galindo #bishop losa #obispo losa #black reader #hhgbyebruh fics

[spooky-mister]

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Hey!

So I am definitely continuing I Am A God when I have the time, but for now, have a tooth-rotting Spiralshipping fic <3

This fic is set the morning after Zeke was supposed to meet his dad for takeout/Will claimed to be sleep training his son.

Also this is my first time writing for these characters so be nice :)

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One Of The Good Ones

Fandom: Spiral from the Book of Saw

Paring: William Schenk x Ezekiel Banks

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,545

Potential Triggers: None I'm aware of. Feel free to comment <3

Spoilers?: Yes

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One Of The Good Ones

What happened to dinner with his dad?

William Schenk slowed his steps to a stop as he gazed into the meeting room, appreciating the sight of Ezekiel Banks asleep on his work with a soft smirk of amusement. It was a good thing he was the first in. Zeke's fellow cops didn't seem like the sort to let him get away with sleeping on the job - even if they weren't worth half of Zeke's integrity and dedication. Will sniffed, glancing over his shoulder before slinging a large flask of coffee under his arm and meandering over to the table. He shuffled to a stop beside Zeke's sleeping form before huffing a laugh and tapping the detective's shoulder.

"Hey, Banks," He mumbled, voice gruff with fading sleep. His schedule didn't leave much room for rest. "Wake up, partner."

Zeke reacted with a near comedic intensity, dragging an audible laugh from Will as the rookie took a step back. Zeke cried out and thrashed his arms, soon setting his eyes up on Will with a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Shit, Man - don't do that!" Zeke scolded, running his fingers through his rough hair. "Never wake a man while he's sleeping! Jeez…"

"Yeah, well… Better me than Fitch," Will retorted in good humour, hesitating before setting himself down next to Zeke. "Are you okay? What happened to dinner with your dad?"

"Old man cancelled on me," Zeke explained as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He looked exhausted, Will noticed. How long had he been sleeping? “Came back in to work the case. Must have gotten too comfortable."

“You could have called,” Will offered with a frown, setting down his flask and letting his bag slide off of his shoulder. “We could have worked the case together.”

“What about sleep training?” Zeke muttered in response, eyes drifting to Will. Will paused at that. Right. His… Family. He didn’t have time to retort before Zeke spoke again. “You worked hard yesterday - you deserved a night off. Enjoy your family while they last.”

“You’re just a beacon of romance and optimism, aren’t you,” Will teased, appreciating the glimmer of a smirk received in return. “Well… Thanks. Did you at least get to eat last night?” Zeke’s hesitation didn’t seem to bode well for Will’s throw-away concern. Will arched a thick brow. "...Zeke?"

"I was gonna order something in," Zeke reasoned. "I left the takeout my dad ordered at his place so he had somethin' when he got back. But then I guess I-"

"Fell asleep," Will finished for him, taking in the sigh and the nod as Zeke started shuffling through papers again. Will was feeling oddly involved in this minor inconvenience. Why did he feel so compelled to take the mantle of caretaker? Zeke was an adult. Older than him, even. But Will felt the draw to guard and care for his partner as a skilled gardener would cultivate a flower they planned to pluck. "Well, that's no good. How are you supposed to lead an investigation on an empty stomach?"

"Jeez, mom - I don't know," Zeke huffed a laugh, looking Will over. "What's got in your head all of a sudden - I can take care of myself." Clearly. "If you hold the fort, I'll run out 'n grab a… Coffee and grilled cheese or somethin'."

"No need," Will sighed as he hiked his satchel up onto his lap. He could see Zeke's puzzled expression as he rifled through before drawing a plastic tupperware - still beaded with hot steam. He hadn't been able to let it cool before leaving for work. He sniffed and set it in front of Zeke with a fork and his tall flask. "...Homemade frittata," He explained with a gesture of his hand towards the box. He smirked at Zeke's baffled expression. "I made it for me, but… Y'know, I actually ate last night."

"...Nah," Zeke shook his head, pushing the food back towards Will. "I ain't eating your breakfast, Schenk. I-" He paused when Will put a firm hand on the tupperware, locking eyes as the younger detective slowly slid it back in front of him. He bit his tongue before letting out a sigh and popping the lid off of the plastic. "Thanks," He muttered, taking hold of the fork and poking around the fried egg and vegetables.

Will watched Zeke's apprehension with muted amusement for a moment before speaking up. "It's egg," He explained. "Egg, cheese, spinach, garlic… It's nothing bad, Zeke. I'm not trying to trick you." He got a kick out of the look of minor embarrassment on Zeke's face, chuckling.

"I didn't…" Zeke went to defend himself before sighing and scooping a large piece of frittata onto his fork. "Thanks, Schenk." He shovelled it into his mouth, chewing it with a hum.

"Will, please," Will reasoned, watching the detective's changing expression with a growing smirk. The 'Mmm' sealed the deal as Zeke wiped his mouth with a hand and reached for the flask. "Good?"

"Shit, man - that's… You made that?" Zeke raised his eyebrows and pointed at the frittata. He was baffled at Will's confirmation. "Jeez… You really are the full package, huh? Your wife must love you."

"Yeah… Maybe," Will mused with a smile, admiring Zeke as the man ate. Part of him wondered why he'd even developed that lie… It just created one more barrier between himself and Zeke. But he couldn't go back on it now. "Maybe I can cook for you again sometime."

Zeke hummed in agreement, slurping down the breakfast with only half a mind on his manners. "Haven't had many homemade meals since mom left," Zeke explained between mouthfuls, sensing Will's sudden tension. "Knew the number for the pizza place before I was potty trained."

"Just… You and your dad as well, huh?" Will mumbled, watching Zeke closely. "Yeah… I know how that is. But my dad wasn't… Around much by the time I got to middle school - I learned to take care of myself." Was that giving away too much about himself? No… If anything, it was pulling Zeke closer. He could tell by the familiar concern in the detective's eyes.

Zeke floundered for a response for a moment. He was never good at conversations like this. The feelings were difficult to process… So instead he turned his attention back to his meal. He scooped up a forkful and switched his gaze to Will. "You wanna share?" He asked, an attempt to change the subject. "Today will be pretty intense… You wanna get fuelled up."

Will moved to hesitate, but… this was a moment of tenderness. Of sincerity. He could tell this was Zeke’s way of letting his guard down, so he smiled. "Sure," He agreed, leaning towards the fork. Zeke seemed taken aback by the movement, clearly expecting Will to take the fork, but he quickly adjusted - moving the fork to Will's mouth and watching the young detective take it into his mouth. It was weirdly intimate… Or maybe it had just been a while.

Will pulled off of the fork and knitted his brows, chewing through the mouthful of warm eggs. He shrugged slightly and reached for his flask to wash it down. "I've made better," He commented before flooding the taste out with coffee. He tried not to focus on Zeke’s scoff.

"Made better, huh?" Zeke muttered, turning his gaze away from Will and digging his fork into the tub. "Might have to prove that one, man - this is pretty fuckin' good…"

Will perked up at that and smirked. "...Are you inviting yourself round for breakfast, Detective Banks?" Will teased, biting back a laugh as he watched Zeke's face drop. He let Zeke fight for a retort for a moment before shaking his head. "I know what you meant." Will was just indulging in a little wishful thinking.

Zeke cleared his throat, pushing around the rest of his breakfast with a fork before offering it back towards Will. "Uh… Thanks, Schenk. I needed that." He offered before getting to his feet. He could feel a growing, undefined tension between them… And he wasn't a fan.

"Will… please," Will corrected, licking his lips as he watched Zeke readying himself to leave - probably to get his own cup of coffee. But… Will didn't want him to leave. He swallowed dryly, leaving Zeke to gather up his jacket and step away from the desk before quickly reaching for the man's wrist. He met Zeke's puzzled expression with apprehension. He… Wasn't completely sure why he'd done that. "I'm… Glad you enjoyed the frittata. Sorry." He moved to pull his hand away.

Zeke smirked, chuckling softly and reaching to playfully ruffle his young partner's hair. "Man, don't say sorry…" He hesitated before leaning over and delicately pressing a kiss to Will's head. "You're one of the good ones, Will… Now get to work."

Will bubbled into giggles as Zeke gently batted the back of his head on his way out, unable to stop the colour in his cheeks or the grin on his lips. Shit - did Zeke really just… He felt like a giddy school girl. And as he glanced back to watch Zeke leave, he could have sworn that he saw a smile to match his own on the senior detective's face.

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#spiralshipping #spiral #saw #saw series #saw franchise #william schenk #zeke banks #ezekiel banks #spiral from the book of saw #spiral spoilers #will x zeke #zeke x will #fan fiction #fanfiction #fluff

[kindnessisweakness]

YOU WERE A BET --PART 3!

Hi guys, I know you've all been waiting for this so here it is. I really hope you like it!

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My stomach turned over as I waddled up the steps of the clubhouse. I was really nervous. The last time I was here my world was ripped apart and now I'm here for my gender reveal. Pushing open the door of the clubhouse I felt so strange. I hadn't seen any of them In months. Sure they all checked in by text or called but other than Felipe and EZ I haven't really had contact with any of them. Angel did as I asked and gave me space. Apart from scan photos and messages passed between Felipe and EZ and Doctors appointments I haven't had much contact with him. As much as i hate to say it it killed me. "OMG! Y/N look at you! You're glowing!" Letty gushed as she made her way over to me. "I feel like a whale!" I giggled as I took the young girl into my arms. " thank you for throwing this for me letty. You've done amazing with the decorations." And she had. Pink and blue balloons littered everywhere. There was 2 tables full of food laid out. A flower wall made of white roses and green vines lay off to the side with the words 'boy or girl?' In gold lettering on. And my faveorite thing of all? There was a donut wall!! Mini coco really pulled it out of the bag. "Honestly Letty I couldn't of planned it better myself". The young girl blushed and hugged me again just as the door to templo opened. "Y/N we've missed you" Bishop, Taza and Rizz wrapped you in a hug. Gilly, coco and Angel hung back behind creeper. They were clearly worried to approach you for fear of upsetting you. Hating the awkwardness I decided to make the first move. Giving Bishop a small smile I made my way over to them. "Coco, your daughter is a genius." Smiling softly coco gave you a hug. Gilly quickly following suit. "I'm sorry" they both whispered in your ears as they held you tight. Nodding at them as I pulled away to let them know it was ok, I could see the relief on their faces. Yes what they did was shitty. But they were my family and I couldn't hate them forever. Glancing up at angel who was watching the interaction I gave him a small smile. "Hey" my heart beat so fast in my chest as he smiled at me. I've missed him more than i could explain. I'd give anything to never find out the truth about how our relationship started. To go back to the beginning and be happy. The clubhouse door opening cut my thoughts off as Felipe and EZ came in.

Angel watched as the love of his life embraced his father. He loved the fact they were so close. Her own parents were never really around for her, always something more important than there daughter. They aren't even coming today to find out the sex of their grandchild. Angel couldn't help but smile as he took her in. She wore a white sundress that fell just above her knees. Tight enough to show the swell of her bump off proudly. She looked amazing. He didn't know what it was but seeing her carrying his child was just so damn attractive. If he had his way and they were back together he would of taken her home already and made her feel just as good as she looked. Angel shook the dirty thoughts from his head as he made his way to the table where she sat with Felipe and letty talking about her cravings. Not seeing her properly these last few months has been painful. So he was going to make the most of their time together.

A few hours into the party after everyone had eaten letty interrupted their convosations. "Hey shut up!" She shouted at Gilly and Creeper. Y/N couldn't help but smile at her. She was definitely Loco Cocos daughter. Beautiful but takes no shit. "Everyone make your way outside please." Looking at angel confused I waddled my way towards the door and back down the steps of the clubhouse. Making her way infront of everybody, Letty stood infront of Angels Bike. "Angel, get on your bike start it up and rev it" looking at her confused angel made his way towards the bike and sat down. Making my way to stand next to him I placed my hand on his shoulder, I don't know what it was but I just wanted to be close to him. To feel him next to me. "Are you ready?" He asked me. Grinning at him I nodded too excited to form words.

"3!"   "2!"  "1!"

Everyone screamed and cheered as Angel revved the engine and blue smoke started spilling from his exhaust. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the excitement of it all. But I grabbed angels face making him look at me "its a boy!" I whispered in happiness as I pulled him in for a kiss. Wrapping his arm around me he pulled me as close as he could with my big bump in the way. Everyone was still jumping around too happy with the reveal to notice the intimate moment between the two. All except for letty who yet again with her sneaky photography skills managed to capture the memory again. Y/N and Angel pressed close to each other as tears streamed down both their cheeks, a  passionate kiss shared between two heartbroken lovers as blue smoke spilled around them.

Pulling away from Angel Y/N was shocked at her behaviour. Suddenly feeling embarrassed that she threw herself at him like that she looked away from Angel. "Sorry. Damn pregnancy hormones" she stuttered as she quickly made her way through the crowd of guests and back up into the clubhouse bathroom. Letty followed behind her not missing angels face drop, his sad eyes following Y/Ns waddling figure.

Letty found her sat on the closed toilet seat crying. "What's wrong?" Shaking her head Y/N broke down, unable to hold it in anymore. "I'm just so split in half. Half of me wants to go out there tell him I love him and take him back. I'm not sleeping because I miss his warmth. I miss him next to me, I've gotten so used to us doing everything together. Fucking hell we used to shower together! I feel bad because I'm keeping him from experiencing this pregnancy too. It's his child too and he's missed so much. He should be with me at 2am when I'm craving pickles covered in flaming hot cheeto dust! He should be with me to hold my hair back when I've got sickness. He should be with me rubbing coco butter into my bump to help the stretch marks. The other half of me can't help but think what if I take him back and it's all a game again? What if it's all a lie? I don't think I could cope if I had to do this again. It's not just me I have to think about anymore it's our child. Plus what would people think of me if we got back together? People would think I'm a push over and I'm asking for him to hurt me again. I just don't know what to do I'm so torn." Letty pulled Y/N in for a hug. "Look, it doesn't matter what people think Y/N. If you want your man back you go get him! As for angel doing this to you again, I don't think he would dare. He knows he's messed up. I've seen him around the clubhouse these last few months he's not even looked in the direction of any of the women. Jesus he's been sat at the bar reading baby books during club parties" that made Y/N giggle. Wiping her eyes she stood up and gave Letty a hug. She needed to make her decision but why did it have to be so hard?

                    {{Time Skip}}

I winced as I stood back up. Getting prepared for this baby on my own while being heavily pregnant was proving difficult. Me and Angel have still not spoken since the kiss at the gender reveal. We've fallen back into the old routine of sending messages through Felipe and EZ. Y/N didn't know how to approach their messed up situation. She couldn't exactly turn up at the clubhouse and be like 'I want to go back to how we were. Take me home'  y/N didn't even know how angel felt about the whole thing. Too much time has passed, did Angel even want her back? She knew he wanted to be around for the baby and she had no doubts about him being an amazing father. But shes been undecided about their relationship for so long and has avoided him for months. Has Angel got sick of waiting around for her?

Moving around the spare room in her apartment Y/N packed away the baby clothes into the white chest of draws. She bent down to grab her maternity bag. She wanted to make sure she was fully prepared for this little boy to arrive. Suddenly a sharp twinge through her belly made her stop. She grabbed a hold of the cabinet that held the baby's nappies wipes and lotions and took a deep breath. She'd been having pains for most of the day, just thinking they were Braxton hicks she didn't worry too much. But when another pain ripped through her panic settled in her chest. This is it. She has no choice. She's got to phone angel. Slowly making her way down the hall and into the kitchen she grabbed her phone from the counter and dialled angels number. She nearly threw her phone in frustration when it went to voicemail twice. Giving up she called EZ. She nearly cried of relief when he picked up straight away. "Hey, everything ok?" His worried voice came over the phone. "Not really Ezekiel. I'm about to have a baby rip through my lady garden and your brother isn't answering his phone!" Y/N was starting to panic. These pains were getting more intense with every one that passed and she was terrified she wouldn't make it to the hospital. "Shit. He's in templo. His phones probably on silent. I don't know how long their gonna be Y/N" she couldn't believe it. She was going to explode. "GET IN THERE AND TELL YOUR BROTHER HIS CHILD IS ABOUT TO BE BORN! I COULD CARE LESS IF BISHOP CUTS YOU OPEN AND USES YOUR INTESTINES AS A SKIPPING ROPE FOR INTERUPTING!! IF YOUR BOTHER MISSES THIS I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR FUCKING NECK EZEKIEL REYES!" EZ didn't know how to respond other than to mutter a very submissive and stuttered "Y-Yeah I'll tell him now. Hang in tight" scoffing Y/Ns anger was building "Yeah sure I'll just tell your nephew to hang in tight. I'm sure he can just hold on to his umbilical cord might make him stay in abit longer." Y/N let out a deep groan and ended the call. She moved to lie over the back of the couch hoping the change in position would help ease the pressure on her lower back. 'Just hold on for few more minutes little one. Daddy's on his way."

10 minutes later a red faced and panic stricken Angel ran up the steps of Y/Ns apartment building. He didn't want to think about how many speeding tickets he's probably going to receive from the rushed drive over here. Throwing open the door his eyes widened as he saw a tearful Y/N on all fours nearly screaming in pain. "It's ok baby I'm here! Let's get you to the hospital." Rushing over to her angel helped Y/N stand and moved her towards the door. Supporting her weight as they made their way down the steps and to the car angel helped her into the back seat. "I need my hospital bag. It's got all the baby stuff in." Angel shook his head. "Don't worry about that baby. I'll get Ez to come back for it. Let's just get you to the hospital." Y/N was about to argue but another contraction stopped her.

15 minutes of Angels frantic driving and 10 minutes arguing with the hospital receptionist who was eyeing Angel up they were finally on the Labour ward. "You didn't have to threaten to strangle her with the telephone line, Mi Dulce." Angel chuckled at her as she heavily inhaled on the gas and air. Her eyes narrowed at him "She was more interested in looking you over than getting me booked in. She's lucky I didn't reach over the desk and claw her fucking eyes out for looking at what's mine" angels heart clenched. It might just be the gas and air making her say that but he hoped with all his heart it wasn't. God, that kiss at the gender reveal kept playing over in his head. How he missed being able to kiss and hold her like that. A midwife entering the room made is attention refocus. "I'm just going to check to see how dialated you are" y/Ns eyes snapped up to angels as she gripped his hand. "Don't look down there!" She whined as she pulled on his t shirt making him turn away from the midwife as she lifted the bedsheets. Leaning over angel kissed her forehead, whispering "I've had my face down there baby, it doesn't make much difference" Y/Ns cheeks tinged pink as the midwife cleared her throat. "Ok so your 10cm dilated." She grinned at Y/N and Angels confused faces. " Your ready to start pushing let's have this baby!" They both looked at eachother wide eyed.  Their baby was close.

After an hour of pushing the baby still hasn't made an appearance in the world. Y/N was on her knees on the bed angel supporting her as she sucked on the gas and air heavily. "I can't do this angel!" She sobbed. "You can baby! He's gonna be in our arms in no time. You got this! I'm here. I'll always be here" crying she lay her head on his shoulder as his hands rubbed circles on her lower back. "Come on Y/N! Really big push now baby's close." The midwives encouraged her as they stood on the opposite side of the bed. Angel winced as Y/N pushed really hard. Christ, women really had it hard. Thank God men didn't have to give birth. "I love you" y/N gasped hard inbetween pushes. "I don't want to be apart anymore Angel. I can't do this on my own. I need you!" Angel kissed her forehead as she kept on pushing. "I'm sorry I dragged it out so long. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I know you probably don't want to be with me any more-" angel cut her off pushing the gas and air in her mouth. "Suck on that, keep pushing and listen. You have nothing to be sorry for! Ofcourse I want you. I want you and our son. Always. I meant it when I said you were it for me Y/N. Our relationship didn't have the best start I know but we're good together. You make me so happy--" the midwife interrupted angels speech. "I'm so sorry to cut your lovely moment short but I can see your baby's head! Little pushes now Y/N. Gently" Y/N listened as the midwife coached her through it and minutes later Gabriel Ignacio reyes was born.

Angel watched with pride as the his son lay on Y/Ns chest an hour later. The midwives had cleaned him up and done all their checks and he was perfect. Head full of black hair and the cutest little fingers and toes hed ever seen. Angel never thought something so small could make him feel like this. The door to the hospital room opened and in spilled Felipe, EZ and letty. "They only let a few of us in. The club said congrats on the baby. They'll give you some family time and meet him at his welcome home party." EZ explained as he made his way over to his nephew after handing Angel the hospital bag. Y/N pulled him down by his Kutte gently kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry for chewing your ass out on the phone earlier. Labour hurts." Smiling at Her Ez shrugged his shoulders "Don't worry about it. Let me meet the little guy." Angel stopped Ez from taking the baby. 'Nah man. There's someone more important first." Taking the baby from Y/N he handed his son to his father. "Meet your grandson pops" Felipe smiled as the baby was placed in his arms. Letty snapping a photo of the usually warring men incased in love around the new arrival. "Im proud of you, Mijo" angel teared up at the words he's always wanted to hear from his father. Clapping the old man on his shoulder letty interuped the moment. "Let me take a family photo." Felipe placed the baby back in Y/Ns arms and made his way to the other side of the bed where EZ stood smiling wide. Angel stood next to Y/N on the other side as letty snapped away with the camera. Looking up at him Y/N pulled him to sit along side her in the bed their son still nuzzled close to her chest. That was when letty had the opportunity to snap both Y/Ns and Angels faveorite picture to date. Y/N pulled angel in for a kiss holding him close to her as their son held tightly to his father's finger, Much to the surprise and happiness of the other people in the room. It was a moment that  signified a new beginning. Theyd been through the heartbreak and came out fighting for eachother , neither of them wanting to let the other go.

That night after everyone had gone home and Y/N was sleeping angel stood looking out of the hospital window at the stars in the dark night sky. He held his son close to his chest, feeling like he was on top of the world.

Angel could only think one thing as he looked up to the sky. "Thank you mum. I won't let you down."

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I hope you guys enjoyed it! Just want to say a massive thank you for all your support and feedback on my post! I do have other ideas In the works so should hopefully be posting more for you guys soon!

Love to you all! Stay safe in this crazy world! X

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[bellisperennis0]

See You Sometime

Word Count: 2,785

Warning: Slight spoiler to Season 1 x Episode 5 (Uch/Opossum), mention of blood and bullet wound.

A/N: This one is on the longer side. As always Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy! ❤️ GIF credit to @seventhdevil​

Walking down the long Hospital hall on your way outside for a well needed breather after a long and chaotic morning, you stop when you turn the corner into one of the many lobbies. Outside the double doors you can see Frankie Rogan and Ezekiel Reyes having a very intense conversation.

The talk all over the Hospital floor, when you arrived for your shift, was how Emily Galindo had been admitted early in the morning after an incident in Merchant Square caused her to get injured. You prayed that Ezekiel wasn’t trying to sneak his way in to see Emily, but you knew EZ better than anyone and you knew that was exactly what he was trying to do.

You watched as Frankie and EZ made their way down the corridor, entering the X-Ray Room at the end of the hall. Once they were both out of sight you decided to make your way down to the room. Seeing Frankie walk out shortly after, you called out to him.

“Hay, Rogan!” you called for him as you watched him look around to find who was calling him. When he spotted you at the other end of the hall, he gave you a big smile, making his way towards you.

“Holy Shit!! Never thought I would be seeing that beautiful face of yours around here again.” He says as he approaches you, making you giggle.

“It’s nice to see you, Frankie.” You tell him as you throw your arms around him, taking him into a hug.

“Shit, it’s so good to see you.” He tells you as he hugs you back.

“So, was that Ezekiel you just helped sneak in to see Emily?” you ask him as you step back, crossing your arms across your chest.

“I know [y/n] I told him it was a fucked up idea, he insisted he needed to see her.” He tells you

“Do you know what happened to her?” you asked him. You have heard many stories about what happened, but you knew Frankie was the officer on the call so he would know more of what truly happened to Emily.

“Shit went down at Merchant Square. A nun was beaten to death and placed in the church for all the festival goers to find. Apparently Emily went in during the chaos and ended up getting trampled in the middle of it all. Believe it was retaliation from Los Olvidados.” He tells you and you couldn’t even imagine what Emily was going through.

“Shit! First her son is taken from her and now this. Tough being the wife of a much hated Cartel leader.” You tell him. As much as you never really liked Emily growing up, your heart aches for her and everything that has happened to her these last few weeks.

Just then you hear someone call your name. Looking over to were the voice came from, you find EZ standing in the door way of the X-Ray Room.

“I gotta go, let you two catch up.” Rogan tells you

“Yeah? Okay. It’s really good to see you again, Rogan.” You tell him as you give him a hug goodbye.

“It’s really good to see you again, beautiful.” He tells you as he begins to make his way down the hall.

“Be safe out there.” You yell back at him.

“You know it!” he turns to give you a wink before disappearing behind the double doors.

Taking a deep breath you finally turn your attention back to Ezekiel. Before you can react or say anything, EZ is quickly taking you into a warm embrace.

“Hey, EZ.” You whisper as you hug him back.

“I can’t believe it really is you.” He says as he pulls away slightly, but not completely letting you go.

“It’s really me.” You tell him, giving him a sad smile.

“You look really good [y/n]. It’s really good to see you again.” He tells you, finally releasing you from his embrace.

“Prospect huh. Was that Angel’s doing?” you ask him as you gently tug at his kutte. Disappointment evident in your voice and on your face.

“Only thing I had when I got out, [y/n].” he admits as he stares at his boots.

“I highly doubt that. And sneaking around to see Emily Galindo while El Jefe and his thugs are camped out here. You are smarter than that Ezekiel.” You scolded him. The last thing you wanted to do was to yell at EZ about his decisions, but as his friend, you felt like he needed to know how dumb his decision was.

“I know, I know. Rogan told me the same thing. I just needed to know for myself that she was okay.” He shyly tells you as he grabs the sides of his kutte.

“Look, I really need to get back to work. It was really good seeing you EZ.” You tell him as you take him into another hug.

“I’m glad you are home, Hermosa.” He hugs you back, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll see you around.” You tell him as you begin to make your way down the hall heading back to your office. EZ standing there watching until you were out of sight, before leaving.

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After an exhausting couple of weeks at the hospital, you were beyond ecstatic to have a couple days off to do absolutely nothing. It had been a few weeks since you had made a visit to see Felipe, and you were yearning for some of his fatherly love. After making a quick stop at the coffee shop across the street, you make your way to Felipe’s shop. Walking in you didn’t see him behind the counter, but the second the bell above the door was heard, you heard his voice come from the back room.

“Hay Pop!” you yell back after you hear him say he will be right with you.

It didn’t take long before he appeared from the back room, smile plastered on his face at the sight of you.

“Mija!” he ecstatically says as he takes you into his arms.

“Hay Pop! How are you!?” you ask him as you tightly hug him back

“I’m good sweetheart. How are you?” he asks you as you grumble, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I’m okay. Hospital has been really busy. Which is good but just really exhausting.” You tell him as you take a seat at the table.

“EZ told me he saw you the other day.” He tells you as he takes a seat across from you.

“Did he also tell you he was at the Hospital to see Emily Galindo, with Miguel not too far away.” You tell him rolling your eyes, and he just scoffs.

“I had heard what happened to Emily, so when he said he was at the hospital; I figured that was why he was there.” He says.

“Does Angel know I am back?” you finally blurt out the question you have been dying to know.

“He does. I couldn’t keep that secret from him.” he tells you and you just nod.

You were honestly surprised that Angel had known, but you have yet to see him. You figured as soon as Angel found out you were back he would be kicking down every door in Santo Padre just to see you again.

As you were sitting there chatting with Felipe, your phone began to ring. Looking at the screen there was no name, but the number was one you remembered all too well, Ezekiel’s.

“Hay EZ!” you answered.

“Are you at work, [y/n]?” he asks you.

“No. I’m at the Butcher shop with Pop. Is everything okay Ezekiel?” you can hear the concern in EZ’s voice and a bunch of yelling and chaos in the background.

“I hate to do this, but one of the guys got injured and we can’t get him across the border…” EZ began but you were quick to cut him off.

“Where are you? I’ll come to you!” you tell him, getting up from your seat, Felipe following your lead.

“Clubhouse. Pop can bring you. I really appreciate this, querida.” he tells you

“No problem. I’ll be there shortly.” You tell him before hanging up.

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Walking up to the Clubhouse, medical bag in hand and Felipe right behind you, your nerves were running havoc. It wasn’t the fact that there was every possibility that you will be face to face with Angel again, but the simple fact that this place was the reason you had left both Angel and Santo Padre all those years ago.

Once you heard yelling coming from inside the Clubhouse, you pushed all the nerves to the side and quickly went into Doctor mode. Walking into the Clubhouse you take in the chaos before you. Men in kuttes running around like chickens with their heads cut off, blood all over the floor, and one man on the pool table screaming in agony with four others trying their best to calm him.

Quickly making your way to the table you push in-between two of the men and take a look over at the man with a bullet hole in his shoulder. Not taking any notice that Angel was standing just on the other side of the table.

“You the Doc?” the man on top of the pool table with the bullet in his shoulder asks you.

“Yeah, that’s me!” you tell him as you look over his shoulder and then rummaging through your medical bag.

“I’m not going to lie. This is going to fucking suck and hurt like all hell, but I will do my best to be quick. I have nothing to give you for the pain or to numb it so you’re going to have to bear with me.” You tell him with a reassuring smile, as you put on your gloves.

“Just do what you need to.” He tells you and you can tell he relaxed a little at your words.

For the next ten minutes you worked on the man, who you learned was named Creeper. Wiping the beat of sweat from your forehead you look over your work. It wasn’t the best, but under the circumstances it will do.

“Good news, you get to keep your arm. Bad news, you won’t be able to ride for a few weeks.” You tell him as you finish up bandaging his shoulder.

“Thanks doc, you are a godsend.” He tells you

“I’ll take you to the back bathroom so you can clean up.” You hear EZ say from behind you.

Following EZ to the back, your heart skips a beat when you make eye contact with Angel from across the room. You give him a small smile before disappearing down the hall.

As you were cleaning up, you heard the bathroom door open and then close and without looking up you knew exactly who entered the room. The scent of his cologne wafting through the room a dead giveaway. You could feel his gaze on you.

“Querida?” you barely hear him whisper, your heart clenching at the all too familiar name. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath before turning to finally face Angel.

“Angel.” You finally say, placing your hands into your back pockets. Doing your best to keep your emotions at bay.

“For once Pop didn’t lie to me. You really are back.” You can see him go through every emotion.

“It’s really good to see you.” Your voice slightly cracking as you fight back the lump forming in your throat.

“Yeah, you to. You look good.” He tells you.

You both jump slightly when there was a knock on the door and EZ’s voice can be heard from the other side.

“Angel, Bishop needs you in Templo.” You sigh in relief at EZ’s interruption, cutting the tension between you and Angel for a second.

You can see the irritation in Angel’s face, “Go. It’s okay!” you tell him as you turn back to the sink and finish cleaning up. You hear him sigh and then the bathroom door open. Clenching the bathroom sink you take a deep breath, trying your best to fight back the urge to sob. You jump when you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up you see EZ standing there in the mirror.

“You alright?” he asks you, you just nod.

“I just need to get out of here.” You sniffle as you grab your things.

“Pop will take you back.” He tells you as you both make your way to the main room.

When you walk into the main room, the guys were all piling into Templo, but Bishop stopped when he saw you walking out from the back.

“Thank you again for everything you did. We owe you sweetheart.” He tells you as he gives you a hug.

“It’s nothing. I’ll be by sometime tomorrow to check on him, if that’s okay?” you ask him and he just nods and gives you a smile.

“That would be great. Get home safe.” He says before joining the rest of the guys in Templo, EZ quick to close the glass door behind him.

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Arriving at the Clubhouse after you shift at the Hospital, you walked in to find Angel sitting out on the front porch enjoying a beer, a cigarette between his lips.

“Hey, Angel.” You say as you lean against the porch railing.

“Querida. Good to see you again.” He says as he stubs out his cigarette.

“Good to see you to. Just stopped by to check on Creeper.” You tell him as you point towards the Clubhouse door.

“Gilly took him to Vicki’s. Says he can recover better there.” He chuckled.

You furrow your brows, “Oh I bet! Guess he isn’t feeling too bad then.”

“Seemed perfectly fine this morning. You really do have the magic touch, doc.” He gives you a smile.

“I should probably go then. Glad to hear he’s doing okay.” You tell him as you begin to make your way down the porch. Angel quick to his feet, gently grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

“Can we please talk?” he ask you and you can see the sincerity in his face.

You sigh, “Yeah. Okay.” You say as you follow him back to the sofa he was previously sitting on.

“I’m sorry, for everything. All the lies, the secrets, going behind your back, pushing you away. All of it! I hated that you just walked away, but I then realized that all this was on me. I left you no other choice, I forced you to leave and for that I will never forgive myself. I know how much you despised the MC, after everything you dealt with growing up in one, and then here I was joining the MC behind your back and lying about it. I’m forever sorry, Querida.” He laid it all out for you. Wiping the tears from your cheeks, finally looking up at Angel, you can see the unshed tears in his eyes.

“That fight we had that morning Angel, that was the last straw for me. I was pouring everything out to you and you just up and walked out the door. Putting the MC before me, before us. Not to mention we were either avoiding each other or we were constantly arguing. It was no longer a happy, loving relationship.” You tell him as you wipe the tears from your face.

Before he could respond the Clubhouse door opened and a beautiful female came out.

“Angel.” She called for him. He quickly cleared his throat and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Yeah, mi dulce.” You hear him say and your head shoots up at the familiar term of endearment he used to call you. You looked at him and then back at her, and knew right away that there was definitely something between them. Your heart slightly aching at the thought

“We got to go.” She tells him as she makes her way down the porch and towards the black car parked in the yard.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” He calls after her.

“I should really get home.” You say as you get up.

“Yeah, okay. Thank you again for helping out last night.” He tells you as he walks you down the porch towards your car.

“See you around, Reyes.” You tell him as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Take care of yourself, Querida.” He gives you a smile as he watched you get into your car.

As you drive off the yard, you watch as Angel and that part of your life disappear in your rear view mirror.

 --xx

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[dc41896]

Safe Haven

Hey guys! So a little backstory for this imagine, I randomly had a dream about this scenario with EZ and as soon as I woke up I was like “I gotta write that!” so here we are! Also just want to add how I really miss Mayans MC and my bois and I can’t wait for season 3 to come out🥰! Okay that’s pretty much it other than I hope you guys like it and sorry if it’s long or doesn’t flow well (I feel like it kinda seems rushed and towards the end doesn’t sound the best, but then again that might just be me being overly critical of myself 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol).

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, mentions of blood (very tiny), fluff mixed in throughout though

Sunlight beaming down from the small window above your bed, EZ slowly opens his eyes to see your still figure lying next to him. Hand placed just below his newest tattoo marking the birth of your son and leg draped over his, he gently brings you closer taking in the coconut scent of your lotion still radiating off your skin from last night.

Living a life like his, rarely could he experience peaceful mornings just lying down hearing the birds chirp outside, so he made sure to appreciate every second of it that he could.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?! YOU THINK IM THAT DUMB TO NOT KNOW YOU’RE LYING?!??!!”

Barely muffled shouting from your neighbors coming through the walls, EZ rolls his eyes with a soft groan while you begin to wake up.

“They’re arguing again?,” you groggily ask rubbing your eyes as a yawn slips from your mouth.

“Yea they just started.”

“Well, it could be worse. They could’ve started at one in the morning like last time,” you softly laugh grazing your thumb along his cheekbone. Taking your hand in his, he kisses your knuckles before leaning down to give the same attention to your pouted lips. Slightly calloused yet soft hand gripping your thigh, you push against his chest separating his lips from yours.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?”

“You know exactly what,” you smirk. “Today we’re supposed to go get more diapers for Omari and more food for my fridge since someone and his brother keep eating everything.”

“That’s all on Angel, I know how to limit myself. And your leg was draped over me so really I should be the one telling you don’t start,” he chuckles kissing your jaw as you stick your tongue out at him. Sitting up, you carefully step over him to make your way to the bathroom.

“Whatever, I can’t help how I sleep Ezekiel.” Closing the door behind you, a wide smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head. While the use of his full name was only reserved for his father and brother, the way it rolled off your tongue made him want to hear you say it all day.

Swinging his legs over the side, he stretches before hearing the soft cries of his eight month old son in the other room. Quickly putting on his white tank and boots, his long legs guide him to the wooden crib in the next room. Tiny arms reaching between the bars, he carefully lifts him up to bounce him in his arms.

“Hey man, annoying neighbors woke you up too huh?” Reaching in his crib, he removes an older looking stuffed bunny with different sized buttons for eyes and a random patterned patch sewn on its belly. “Look what I got.”

Calming down, his hands roam around it’s face fixated on the black point that was its nose. “That patch was because your uncle Angel decided to keep throwing him at the ceiling fan seeing if he would stay on the blade. Don’t ever let him play with your toys ok?,” he smiles kissing the top of his head.

Like every event in his life, he could vividly remember everything that happened that day. Him begging Angel to stop. His hard headed older brother not listening until cotton fell from above. His mother calming him down insisting how it could be fixed as she smoothed his dark hair before kissing his forehead.

It may sound weird, but every time he saw that bunny he felt his mom’s presence as if he was back to that day sitting in her lap watching as she sewed his friend back together. That’s one reason why he wanted his son to have it, so his abuela would be with him.

Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to see you suspiciously looking towards the door instantly making him worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just thought I heard someone stop in front of the door,” you answer taking one last glance towards the front of your apartment. “It’s nothing though, they probably just paused for a second.”

Handing Omari to you, he approaches the door looking out the peephole before opening it to peak outside making sure no one was hanging around.

“Something like that happens again and I’m not here, call me.”

“I doubt-,”

“I’m serious Y/N.” Locking the door behind him he walks up to you and your babbling son peering down with dark brown eyes that were stern enough to know he meant business, yet still displayed their usual softness showing it was out of love for you and Omari that he was being so protective.

“Okay,” you answer; soon after feeling his beard brush against your skin as he pecks your lips.

———

“Ready to go to the park love?”

Bringing the diaper bag higher on your opposite shoulder, you balance your baby boy on your hip as you lock your door. Just as you turn around, you’re faced with three men patiently waiting while two of them intensely looked at you and your son. The tall, slender one in the middle, clad in a grey suit, displayed a small smile trying to appear friendly, but mostly seemed awkward as if he wasn’t used to that emotion.

“Hello, my name is Lincoln Potter and these are a couple of my associates. We’re looking for a man by the name Ezekiel Reyes, or EZ, as some call him. We have a couple witness accounts on seeing him in the area so we’re asking around for more possible information.” Holding up a candid picture of him on his bike outside his dad’s carneteria, you lightly bounce Omari hoping to distort his view so he wouldn’t possibly recognize his father.

“Sorry, haven’t seen him.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be around here. Have you seen him anywhere else? In town perhaps?”

“No, nowhere else,” you answer showing no emotion. While this was your first physical interaction with Potter, you were definitely familiar with the attorney. A few times while you were at EZ’s trailer he’d have to step away to answer his call or meet him in some secluded location. It was then you saw how much of a pain he could be to any target he had his sights on.

Looking at you for a few seconds his mouth parts as if he had more to say, but instead the awkward smile returns as he hands you his card.

“If you do happen to see him, please call. He’s needed for...very important matters.” Taking the card from his hand, he gazes down to Omari innocently nibbling on his fingers. Black coils on the top of his head shifting from the light breeze, his dark eyes finally meet Potter’s crystal blue ones causing a low chuckle to escape the man’s lips.

“Might I add you have a beautiful son. His father is very lucky to have such a beautiful family.”

Through his compliment you could feel a sense of iciness laced within. Like he knew what information you were keeping from him and was 10 steps ahead of your two.

Politely nodding your head as a soft “thank you” leaves your mouth, you walk by the three men feeling eyes on your back. After buckling your son in his car seat, you move to the drivers side quickly closing the door behind you before resting your head on the steering wheel to take a deep breath.

“Mama,” Omari whines lightly kicking his feet wanting the car to move.

“I know we’re going baby boy just give mommy a second.” Dialing EZ’s number, you pull out of the parking lot onto the busy street anxiously waiting for him to answer.

“Hey, you okay?,” he asks, deep voice full of concern and worry.

“Um well yes and no....it’s Potter.”

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Sat on the floor watching your little boy laugh as he plays with his interactive animal book, you occasionally look out the window anxiously waiting to see EZ and Angel arrive any minute. After telling him what happened, he instructed you to meet him at the clubhouse where he’d take you to his dad’s just in case you were being followed.

Dropping you both off, he didn’t say much as he walked you into the small house. Kissing Omari’s cheek and then your lips, he quickly left again with his brother instantly making you worried. Knowing what was going on, Felipe tried to get your mind off things by offering you food and getting you to talk about yourself or Omari, which worked but not for long.

Now over three hours later, it was dark outside and neither you nor Felipe had heard anything from the brothers.

Motorcycles humming outside, you peer out the window to see Angel and EZ slowly making their way to the front of the house causing you to sigh in relief. However, your worries quickly returned seeing both tiredly trudge through the front door and the front of EZ’s grey shirt crimson with blood.

“What happened?!,” you ask rushing to examine him for any other injuries.

“Calm down, it’s not mine,” he answers bringing your hands to his lips with a small smile. “Just had to save this one as always.”

“Save me? Pretty sure that’s not how it went at all but ok. And I’m good too, thanks for asking.” Shaking his head Angel picks up your son before sitting down on the couch and flipping through the channels on the outdated tv. “You care about your tio don’t you man?”

Little hands pulling his hair as he giggles, Angel lets out a small yelp trying to loosen his strong grip.

“Omari be nice,” you laugh before returning your attention back to your boyfriend. “Here, let me help you clean up.” Leading him to the bathroom, you close the door behind you as he removes his leather vest and shirt before sitting on the toilet.

“Try not to cry this time alright?”

“Psh, whatever,” he lightly chuckles resting his large hands on the back of your legs. A comfortable silence falls over you while you stand between his legs carefully cleaning the blood from his scars. Although you had grown used to these moments being with him for a while now, that still didn’t take away the ache you always felt seeing him hurt.

“You and Omari might want to stay with your mom for a while,” he speaks just above a whisper.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? You saw what happened today Y/N, I don’t want you guys hanging around for it to happen again.”

“If it happens again,” you correct making him roll his eyes as he stands up.

“Now’s not the time to be naive, I’m driving you tomorrow. Your stuff is already packed waiting at the trailer.” Reaching for the door, you stand in his way planting yourself against the worn looking wood with arms crossed over your chest.

“Last time I checked, you’re Omari’s father not mine.”

“Y/N move.”

“No. I’m not afraid of Potter or the men under him, he’s all talk.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because if he really wanted to do something he would’ve done it then and there. I mean think about it they had me at my most vulnerable state with no where to go and no way to defend myself,” you explain receiving an exasperated sigh from EZ as his hand rubs down his face.

“It was a warning. Yea they didn’t do anything when they could’ve, but they wanted to scare you into telling them what they wanted to know and intimidate both of us with what they could do.”

“Well it didn’t work,” you reply guiding his chin to look at you. “Ezekiel I knew what I was getting into when we started talking and I’m still here. If it ever gets to the point where I don’t feel safe or fear for our son’s safety then we’ll leave, but until then I’m not letting Potter get to me. Plus do you think it would be easy for us to just leave after all this time?”

Placing both hands on either side of your head, he slightly bends down leaving his face inches from yours. “I’m not saying it would be easy, but if it needs to be done then that’s it bellita.”

“And when it needs to be done it will be.” Connecting your lips with his, your hands roam from his bare chest to the nape of his neck while his wrap around your body bringing you closer.

“We’re gonna need to put you in a new apartment too,” he says separating his lips from yours as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Hopefully your dad is okay with me staying here for a while longer then.”

“Here? What about the trailer?”

“I think the constant revving of motorcycles and occasional parties might not be ideal for a baby to be around.”

“True, you’re probably right,” you both laugh before being interrupted by loud knocking.

“Aye I hate to interrupt your probably intimate moment in there, but your kid is hungry and I’m not sure if it’s for what I can give him or what only mom can,” Angel explains as Omari fusses in his arms. “Relax man I’m trying to get her out here.”

“I’m gonna shower, you better go ahead before he starts pulling his hair again,” he smiles kissing your temple.

Opening the door, you carefully take Omari from his hands tickling under his chin to make him laugh. “Okay my baby lets get you fed.”

“The amount of strength he has that’s not a baby, that’s a tiny grown man,” Angel adds making you laugh.

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Title: The Perks Of Santo Padre

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It was your first week at your new home in California, the place was beautiful. You didnt think it would be this nice. The sun shined all the time, not like rainy old Ireland.

This was going to be a life for you and it needed food. So you went shopping at the local farmers market.

You were causally going to venders and grabbing what you needed. They were super nice  and sweet to you. Stopping at a honey vender you grabbed a bottle of honey and almost dropped it when the roars of motorcycles came flying through. They cat called and whistled at the girls as they went by. Some of them quite handsome. They had some nice bikes too.

"Mayans". The man said as he came up to the table you were at.

"Excuse me"?

"Mayans. They run theses parts. I suggest you stay clear of them. They're bad news".

You laughed him off. "Thanks. How much"?

"Take it. As a welcome present". He smiled.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you". You smiled back and went on your way, the bikers lingering in your head. 

Months had past and you were working as an event planner with friends. You've had made so many new friends that life was partying and enjoying your youth.

You had went back to the farmers market like you did every weekend but this one time would change.

You were out with your friend enjoying the smells of food and music. Just happened to bump into one of the Mayans that had been on your mind.

"Sorry, there lil mama". A tall bald guy chuckled to his friend as he rolled a toothpick between his lips.

"It was me. I wasn't paying attention". You shyly looked up at him.

"You're not from around here are you"? Another man asked.

"I'm from Ireland".

"Long way from home. Why would you leave a place like that to move here"?

"I needed to breath. Parents were smothering me. So I found a place that I knew they wouldn't come to". You giggled.

"Yeah, we know how parents can be. I'm Gilly and this is Hank". The bald one introduced him and his friend.

"Y/N".

"Well, it's nice to meet you Y/N. You should come to one of our parties. We'd love to have a sexy girl like you there". Hank made you blush under his gaze.

"I dont know". You bit your lip.

"Locals warned you didn't they? You shouldn't believe everything you hear. We're not that bad". Gilly got close to you and whispered in your ear.  "Here's the address if you want to stop by". He handed you a piece of paper.

"We'd love if you came. All the guys will drool over you. You'll be beating them off with a stick". Hank said making you giggle and blush hard.

"I'll see".

"I will pick you up at nine". Hank said as he and Gilly went to walk off.

"Wait, how do you know where I live"?

"Like I said locals talk". He sent you a wink and walked off. Your heart beating a mile a minute. It was exciting to be noticed by them. You never got that back home.

You just had to get home and get dressed up. The perfect outfit was calling your name yet you had nothing to wear for this special moment. So you called over your friend and brought over a sexy little number. It was a black strapless dress, that was super tight and showed way to much but you looked really good in it and you felt powerful.

Nine pm on the dot someone came knocking on your door. You checked yourself before opening the door. Had to make sure you looked good.

"Wow, you look great". Hanks jaw dropped as you closed the door behind you. 

"Thanks, you dont look so bad yourself". You ran your hand down his kutte. 

"Shall we"?

"Yeah". Hank lead you to his bike. Crap, you totally forgot that you had to ride a bike.

"How am I supposed to ride that thing"?

"Push up that dress, throw your leg over and hop on". Hank chuckled.

"Not funny". You laughed sticking your tongue out.

"I have a jacket you can wear. It's kinda big". He went to his saddle bags and pulled out a hoodie and handed it to you.

"Thanks". You slipped it on and did as Hank told you, you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"You look even sexier with a hoodie on. Damn". He growled as he started up his bike. "Hold on tight". He said and pulled off, going what felt like a hundred miles down the road. 

"You okay"? Hank asked as he turned off the motor of his bike.

"Yeah. I'm great". You got off and waited for him.

"You keeping that"? He pointed to his hoodie.

"If that's okay? I'm cold". You said as your teeth chattered.

"Yeah, let's get you a drink to warm you up". He chuckled under his breath as he wrapped his arm around you.  Heading into the Mayans club.

As you walked in you saw some of the faces that road past you. They were laughing and drinking. Having a good time. Hank walked with you to the bar and order you and himself a beer. 

"Tranq. How's it going brother"? A tall man with long hair came up and slapped Hank on the back with a laugh.

"Good. Brother.  Really good". He smiled at you.

"Who's this lovely lady"? He asked taking your hand in his. 

"Y/N". You replied with a smile.

"Oh and she's Irish". He whistled.

"Taza is the name".

"Nice to meet you".

"This is Creeper. He's not really a Creeper, he just tells people he is. Especially the ladies. They get a kick out of his name". Taza explained, as the man beside him named Creeper rolled his eyes. 

"Nice to meet you too". You watched Taza as he looked you up and down, a blush crept upon your cheeks.

"Hey, I'm going to introduce her to Bishop". Hank lead you away from the bar, going to a man named Bishop. On the way you picked up a strangler named Gilly.

"Prez, this is Y/N". Hank introduced you to a man with a mustache. They all were good looking, maybe it was in the water. But they probably didnt drink water so it had to be in the beer or the weed.

"Nice to meet you Y/N". Bishop took your hand in his and brought it to his lips and kissed the top of your hand.

"Like wise". You chewed on your bottom lip as he licked his lips after he kissed your hand.

"Are you having fun so far? Everyone being polite"? He sat back in his seat.

"Everyone is great. I'm really enjoying myself. Maybe a little to much". You made Gilly, Hank and Bishop laugh.

"Well I hope you do come back.  We always love to have beautiful women like you hanging around. It makes people think we're not so scummy".

"People think that? I dont see why. You all been so nice and I feel right at home".

"Well thank you". He spoke when the door opened and in came three other men laughing.

"Those loud mouths are Angel, Coco and Ez". Bishop pointed out.

"Ez"? You laughed.

"Yeah, its Ezekiel. He's not to easy with the ladies so he doesnt live up to his name". Bishop told you, in the back Gilly and Hank were laughing.

"Alrighty".

"You want to meet them"?

"Sure". Gilly took your hand and pulled you through the bodies in the room.

"Listen up fuckers, this here is Y/N from Ireland". Hank said so smoothly and sultry. Which made you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

"I'm Coco". The short haired one said as he lit a cigarette.

"Angel and this is my little brother Ezekiel". Angel ruffled what little hair Ez had.

"Ez".

"Not from what I heard". Ez stopped and eyed you making everyone around bust out laughing.

"You have to come sit be me. I like you". Angel scooted down for you to sit in between him and Ez. Ez moved down away from you as he pouted.

"So how long you been in California"?

"A few months. I work for a company that plans events".

"What kind of events"?

"Well all kinds. Like last week I did a bachelorettes party. I had cocks everywhere". You say making Coco get choked on his cigarette, Angel get choked on his beer, Hank and Gillys mouth dropped.

"What"? You asked as they all looked at you.

"Nothing. Just a girl like you buying dicks and stuff like that is kind of a shocker". Ez spoke up.

"Well unlike you I'm in to having some fun. My name isn't Ez but for the right guy I'm not afraid to get a little dirty". You smirked. Angel licked his lips.

After your little slutty side came out and was over with you and the guys drank and talked. Getting to know each other. Angel took a liking to you really well. He didnt seem like a big bad biker like people warned you.

"Hey Angel"?

"Yeah"?

"Can you get me another drink and I'll roll you another blunt"?

"You got it, babe". He squeezed your thigh before he got up.  You stood up and pulled Hanks hoodie off as you were getting hot. Angel turned around just in time to see you in your dress. His mouth started to water.

You sighed and sat back down and started on Angel's blunt. For some reason he liked how you did it. Probably the way you licked it.  As you finished it up another man came into the club house and went straight to Bishop. He didnt look like a biker, he was dressed in a suit and tie. Tight braids and extremely handsome.

Angel watched at the bar as you saw Nestor come in. He didnt like the way you looked at him. Nestor made the mistake of stopping and gazing at you. Then he made a bigger mistake by coming over to you. Angel balled up his fist.

The man with the braids walked over to you and you gulped as he came closer.

"Nestor". He smirked licking his lips with a click of his tongue.

"Y/N". You blushed under his gaze.

You knew this was going to be trouble but you couldn't help it. A part of you wanted him and another part of you wanted to say get lost for Angel who in the corner of your eye was already planning Nestors gruesome death.

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[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 72

If we still had film or that damn Polaroid camera, I thought, from my perch in the tree above the beach, watching as our group trained below me. I was watching, my quiver on my back, bow hung over my shoulder, and pad to scribble notes on in my hand. This was my new reality. With Lydia’s mother throwing down a gauntlet that warned us just what the Whisperers were truly capable of, the loss, the cruelty, we trained regularly now. And with training came new duties. With new duties came new bullshit. One such thing was my current predicament.

 Not only had I learned to climb a fucking tree better than a spider monkey with more shit packed on me than I cared to think about, but I was being given more responsibilities. There were, pardon the fucking pun, whispers about giving me one of our communities to lead, but I put my foot, leg, entire fucking being down on that one. I didn’t care what my last name was, I was NOT going to suddenly be the fucking leader. Nope. Not gonna happen. No matter how much often Negan brought it up with a twinkle in his fucking eye. Weirdos, every single one of them.

Where was I? Right, sitting alone in a tree, watching my baby sister attack a fucking undead beast while our mom proudly waited to see if she needed backup. What do you do on an average day? I jotted notes, where I saw weaknesses. What I thought could use some improvement, how I thought we could close ranks better. My gaze didn’t linger on anyone too long, not Judith, not Mom, not Daryl. This was training, there wasn’t time to worry or fret. I had to treat it like a battle, and in battle every second counts. Kissing a boo boo or hugs and loving can come after the danger is neutralized, first things first.

 Once the last of the dead was truly dead, I lowered myself to the ground, raking my eyes down the list, reading through my notes to make sure they made sense. Daryl and Mom join me, each one hovering over one of my shoulders, to read over what I noted.

“I noticed that that flank seemed weak-” Mom pointed out, and I heard Daryl give a small grunt of agreement. “If we move-” and on and on.

“Tara woulda been proud of what we’ve done here,” Daryl said, drawing me out of a daydream I didn’t realize I’d fallen into. I blinked away from the mesmerizing sound of the waves crashing and noticed that the two of them were watching me and not the sea. I had to fight against the urge to roll my eyes OR jump in the fucking ocean.

“She told me-” I sighed, I knew exactly what Tara had told her, them. What I’d told HER. Fuck. “You’re right, Jessi, you KNOW that.” Sure, but it doesn’t mean I WANT it. “Ezekiel needs a break. It’s time.”

“No it’s not.” I pushed away from the two of them. My FAMILY for fuck’s sake. “I’m going to go find Rick Grimes’ OTHER offspring. Do me a favor and don’t divvy up the other communities until I get back? I’d hate for Judith to end up with Oceanside and RJ to get, shit, what’s left?” With that parting shot, I finally rolled my eyes, my shoulders, and my neck and left in search of the two members of my family that didn’t ruin my day for shits and giggles.

Unless of course, I was staring down at the mask that was looking up at me with a mocking stare, my baby brother happens to fish out a fucking Whisperer mask during playtime on the fucking beach. Jesus, Mary, Joseph and all the fucking saints. Seriously?!

As though regular training sessions as friendly communal communities wasn’t enough? Now we’re talking lockdowns and people are elevating issues faster than we did after 9/11. Yes, I recall the olden days when things like terror attacks were big news rather than you know, people eating and killing one another was what happened on any day that ended in ‘y’. I was arguing with Mom, knowing that Judith wanted to argue beside me, but this time I actually had a leg to stand on, and Daryl shocked everyone by siding WITH me.

“She’s right.” He muttered, eyes locking on Mom’s. “Jessi’s the only one that stands up for her,” Lydia, he meant, since I was the only other person beside him that was openly supportive of him as an unbiased backer. Mom’s voice was as the leader, and she stayed out of the votes in Council, the others were openly disdainful and THIS? This fucking mask was going to fuck things up for that poor girl in ways that I didn’t even want to think about. “She’s got to go back, soon.”

Judith wanted to come with me, but I shot that down. Her and RJ, they had to wait and come back with Mom and Daryl. Safer with larger numbers, with stronger soldiers, with more eyes and more weapons, I knew she wanted to argue. Luckily she didn’t.

 I’m nearly within the site of the wall of Alexandria when the explosion rings out. And trust me when I say that the worst place you could ever fucking want to be during an explosion like that is on a fucking HORSE. I was pretty sure that I had bruises in spots that even Negan wouldn’t find.

By the time it’s all said and done, I’m in pain, I’m exhausted, and it seems never ending. And I’m right on all counts. I’m back home, but I haven’t a clue what’s going on, because it’s mass chaos. Just constant motion, no sleep and go go go.

Lydia is beside me, promising me that she hasn’t given up, but also that her mother isn’t behind what’s going on. Which I try to focus on, but then Negan is near me and he’s asking me if something hurts and then there’s nothing BUT pain. FUCK. Pain and bright burning light.

“Did you fall?” Why is his voice so fucking echoy? He’s right in front of me, but his voice is so far away? I’m trying to make sense of it, of any of it, but then the dizziness hits. “Jessica Grimes, don’t you fucking dare shut your goddamn eyes you hear me?” My eyes snap open. “That’s right, sweetheart, look right at me.” And then Daryl is beside him and his lips are moving but I don’t have a clue what he’s saying. “She’s got a goose egg, see?” Negan’s hand is covered in blood, where the fuck did he get all that blood? “Yeah, she’s not going to be our little soldier today.” And then nothing.

 When I wake up completely and truly, I’m in my bed in my little house, with Negan holding me cradled to his chest. My first thought, not going to lie, was that I’d died. That I had finally died and was completely and totally dead and gone and we were both in heaven. That’s the only way that he was in my house, without being cuffed, holding me like he wasn’t a lifelong prisoner of my father and family.

“How are you feeling, Jessi?” His voice was rough and deep, from sleep, worry, and from being Negan. I sighed at the very sound of it, and from the way it vibrated through me.

“My head hurts,” understatement of the decade. My head felt like I’d been using it as a battering ram on the world’s heaviest door or wall. “What did I miss?”

Negan’s sign felt heavier than my head. “A lot, but then again, not much.” He snuggled further into me and I let myself return the favor. “That fucking mask has everyone acting like they all have needles up their assholes. Lydia’s taking the brunt of it, of fucking course. Between that and some satellite that has Dr. Smartypants up in arms, the constant undead fucks showing up from the fucking noise, and you, Jessi Grimes, practically crawling up covered in blood and looking for all the fucking world like death-” he groaned, clutching me to him and rolling me onto my back so he could hover over me and drink me in. Making sure that I was really alright, in one piece, and he took time to check every single inch of me. And he wasn’t just using his hands.

I was arching up into his very talented mouth, pleading with him to stop or to give me more, or possibly for him to just fucking smother me when I heard it. A tiny little sort of noise. And maybe, possibly, just MAYBE if I hadn’t heard the noise in a past life I wouldn’t have heard it this particular time, but I had and I did. “Daryl?” It came out louder than I meant it to, and it had an effect that NONE of us expected- or alright ALL of us did.

“NOT my name, Jessi,” Negan’s voice was muffled, and oddly amused, and he seemed intent to keep his mouth thoroughly occupied. His tongue flicked me THERE and I gasped, right when Daryl’s head cleared the doorway. Fuck.

“Damn it,” Daryl growled, even though Negan was UNDER the blanket and ALL of my pertinent bits were modestly covered and to be fair Daryl was PRIVY to ALL those bits. “Why’d ya go and holler for me?”

“Wasn’t actually a ‘holler’,” Negan offered, still sounding mumbled, still NOT helping. “And it’s your own damn fault, you made a noise.”

“She made one first,” Daryl accused, and I felt like I had to be hallucinating. Clearly I was experiencing traumatic brain injury, right? I’d wake up and NONE of this would be real. RIGHT?!

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[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

Can I get an imagine where an y/n meets EZ at her bakery that she just opened across from Felipe's butcher shop and he asks her out on a date? You can go wherever you want with it honestly, I love your writing!

“Shelves”

Giiirl, this one just made my mind flyyyyyyy. I was so excited to write this. I was thinking a part 2 for this..Let me know guys if you are liking the idea :D 

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 1877

I parked my bike in front of Pop’s shop, craving my first coffee of the day. The sun wasn’t that hot, and I enjoyed the cool breeze of the morning, before standing up. That’s when I saw an unfamiliar figure on the other side of the street, standing in front of an empty shop. She carefully scratched the sticker on the window that said “For Sale”. She was eager to get it off, cleaning supplies all around her.

I heard the door open behind me, and saw Pop waving at me from the doorframe.

“Coffee?” He asked simply, and I nodded smiling. Just what I need. I sat at the table in front of the butcher shop, my eyes always trailing back to her.

“She’s here every day. She comes when I open the shop, and she’s still here when I close.” Dad says as he hands me a mug with steaming coffee in it. How could I miss her? I’m here almost every morning, but never noticed her.

“Since when?” “A couple of days, a week.” He answers, feeling his eyes on me. I dart away my eyes, focusing on my coffee. There absolutely nothing interesting in it, and my attention always draw back to the girl on the other side.

“I saw her bringing a lot of books in there. I think wants to open a coffee shop or somethin’.” Pop is smiling under his nose when I look at him, nodding towards the girl. Should I go over there? For what? Introduce myself? That’s bullshit.

On cue, Angel roars down the street, stopping next to my bike, a cig hanging out of his mouth.

“Drink up that shit Prospect, we gotta go.” He says, not standing up from his seat.

 Every morning. She’s there, and I’m on the opposite side of the street. This time she’s on the wrong side of the street, walking straight to my direction, smiling shyly at us.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Pop says, standing up to welcome her. “Steak was good?”

“Oh yes, Mr. Reyes. It was delicious. And this is for you. I thought you might want to read it yourself.” She says, handing over a book to Pop, who shakes his head, not wanting to accept it.

“I can’t, really.”

“Oh no, I read it a thousand times. I know the words from memory by now. Please.” She pleads, still holding out the book to him, and Pop finally takes it.

“Thank you.” He admires the book cover, then looks at me. “Oh, Y/N, this is my other son, Ezekiel.”

I jump up from my seat, her intense eyes roaming over at me, looking straight into my eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you” I say, shaking her hand. “The pleasure is mine” The words sweetly rolls on her tongue, eyes never leaving mine, until Angel pops his head out of the shop.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up Hermosa?” He already met her?

“Work, work and work.” She smiles, her voice changes to another tone when she speaks to Angel.

“How’s the shop?” I want to be a part of this conversation. I feel like I missed the first half of a movie, and now I can’t catch up.

“It’s coming together. I just have to put the shelves together, and hopefully I will be ready to open next week.” Shelves?

“I can help with that, if you want to.” Angel looks at me with a wide smile, knowing very well what I am doing.

“I would like that, thank you. Well I gotta go. See you around!” She waves, heading towards her shop.

“Brother, your eyes just turned into hearts in a second.” Angel laugh behind my back, a little bit too loud to my liking.

“Oh shut up” I groan. “You met her before?”

“Hell yes I did. She came over days ago to introduce herself with a bunch of bakery goods she made. Those things were delicious, I swear. But I am sure you are looking for other delicious receipts.” He smirks like a schoolboy, who has the best time looking at my annoyed face.

  Nothing wrong with a biker guy coming over to my empty shop in the middle of the night, right? Nothing could go wrong. The sad part is everything is wrong in that sentence, but still, I can’t wait to hear his bike roaring outside.

His family is seems nice. A little weird, but loving. Angel talks a lot, brags about shit I don’t even understand, and Felipe doesn’t really like to talk, and that’s when EZ comes in the picture. He’s like the middle. Mysterious and an open book at the same time.

Just about time, I hear the engine outside, stopping in front of my door, and soon after a light but clear knock on the door.

I rush over to unlock it, anxious about seeing him for the first time in private. Gosh, I am like a schoolgirl.  His deep eyes appear behind the wooden door, a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.

“Hey” He says simply, almost like a whisper.

“Hey, come in” I open the door further, and immediately close it behind him, and lock it.

He looks at me a little weird. Was I too fast to lock the door and trap him in a small and unfamiliar place? Maybe.

“Thanks for coming really. Angel said you have a lot of things to take care of.”

“Well, if you mean serving beers, and polishing bike’s all day, yeah I was busy.” His wide smile reaches his ears, gracing me with most beautiful sight. I feel the same movements on my face, without realizing what I am doing.

“Sooo, there is the shelves I was talking about. They are pretty massive, and big so I couldn’t do it by myself.”

“Why don’t hire someone?”

“I wanted to, but you offered your help, and I don’t know…” I trail of… I have no explanation just the fact that I was mesmerized by him.

“I’m happy to help.” A little blush creeps onto my cheeks.

I see him struggle with being nice to me, and let me help him, but still getting done the work. I feel mostly in the way for him, as I talk through the awkwardness of the situation.

“So a motorcycle club, huh?”

“Yeah, guilty. But just prospecting. For now.”

“Since when?”

I see him growing a little bit gloomy over the question, or the memories it brings back, I regret asking.

“Almost a year.”

“And you like it? I mean, obviously you do, cause you do it…”

“Yeah, I do. Even if that means I have to be out on the sun all day taking care of the bikes. So you stumbled upon a club before?”

“Uhh, yeah, up north I had the pleasure to meet some clubs, but they weren’t as welcoming as you Mayans.”

“So, you met the others?” He groans from the weight of the furniture. My strength does not help too much to him.

“Uhum, the other day Angel came over with two of his friends. Gilly and Coco I believe. Gilly couldn’t stop flirting, and Coco couldn’t stop staring weirdly. They always do this?” Am I being bubbly?

“Mostly yes. But they are cool if you get to know them better.”

“I would like that.” I say, whispering to myself, but I am sure he heard it.

“I think it’s done.” Well that was too quick. Less than 10 minutes.

We back off, looking at the work he had done from the distance. It looks good. But really thought it would be way much harder, and longer mostly. Shit, what now?

“You want help with the books? Or you want to go home? It’s late.” He’s already looking through the boxes of books.  

“I would stay here anyways. The motel I’m staying is hella creepy. I like being here.”

“You live in a motel? Why?” Sometimes he opens up a book, but hardly focusing on them. His attention is on my answer. I sit opposite to him, selecting the books I want on the shelves.

“I spent most of my money on the shop, so I couldn’t get a proper apartment.”

“I think there’s an empty apartment in the building where Angel lives. I can ask around. “

“Ohh, it’s not necessary, I can’t afford it right now.”

“Come on, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“First, I have to open my shop. Everything else is after that. “

“When do you want to open?”

“Next Monday.”

“That’s…”

His phone rings out loud, scaring the shit out of me. He shoots me an apologetic look before answering it. I can hear Angel loud and playful voice on the other side, giving instructions to EZ.

“Okay, I’ll be there.” And with that he hangs up.

“I assume you have to go.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Ohh, no. I’m more than grateful that you helped me with that” I point at the wall, the empty shelves screaming for books.

“It’s nothing. Really.” He stands up, helping me up from my spot. My skin burns where he touches me, but the sensation leaves fast, as he lets go of my hand. I unlock the door for him, he steps out, but he looks back.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

“Goodnight, Ezekiel”

  The bid day. I opened a couple hours ago, and the place is filled with people. Far more than I expected. I can hardly keep up with the need of baked goods and coffee, but I try my best. I told EZ and Angel to drop by with the others, be my guest today. The plenty of tasks made didn’t let me to think about him, but as soon as he stepped in the shop I felt his presence. There he was, his brothers in his track.

“Hermosa!!!” Angel shouts, probably too loud, but I don’t care, i’m too happy to see them.

“Guys, you made it.”

“We wouldn’t miss this.” He point at the vanilla croissant on the display, licking the corner of his mouth. I giggle at him, handing over a plate to him. “Thank you!” He murmurs, his mouth already full of it.

“Wow, Y/N, you really went for it.” Gilly smiles, absorbing all the goods in front of him. “Is there gluten in these thingy?” Really?

He gets a slap on the back of his head from Coco. “Seriously , Brother?”

“What? Gluten makes me puffy” Coco shoots daggers at him with his eyes, and they start to argue about gluten.

“What can we help?” EZ’s voice reaches you before you could find him with your eyes.

“Uhh, actually, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Keep it up, it works” He looks around, seeing people laughing at eating.

“Thanks”

“Look I was thinking, after you locked up, maybe we could eat something, or grab a drink.” Oh gosh, I can feel the warmth filling my face. A smile creeps up on my face, and the words just fail me from the excitement.

“Yeah…yes! Uhm, I’m gonna lock up at six.”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

“Oh come on guys. Like fucking teenagers.” Angel groans, and I couldn’t hold back a laugh as EZ’s face flushes with red.

#ez reyes imagine #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #ez reyes #jd padro #jd padro imagine #mayans mc

[mamawolfblood]

Though he didn't know it yet Chris Mclean was in for a shocking revelation. One of the campers is not exactly just some rando kid. This camper is his kid and she is out to expose it.

Name : Iris  Escalona

Age 16

Eye color green

Caramel skin

Black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. A Cherokee rose on the left side of the hair tie.

Iris is 5ft 8",135lb

Out fit-White tanktop with the alchemists symbol blue acid washed jean shorts black converses

Iris has a dark sense of humor. She loves horror,pranks,is resourceful. Iris is not above smashing some skulls together. She is not quick to anger but Heather pushes a lot of her buttons.

All her life she just wanted Chris to know she was alive. Her mother never gave the reason why she left. She is the oldest of seven children.

________chapter 3_________

• Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, twenty-three campers arrived and learned that they'll be spending the next eight weeks at the crusty old summer camp. The campers we're faced with their first challenge, jumping off a cliff into the shark-infested waters. While most campers took the plunge, a few were forced to wear the dreaded chicken hat. At the campfire ceremony, it all came down to two campers, Courtney has experience as a CIT in summer camp, but refused to jump, and Ezekiel managed to tick off every female at the camp with his sexist comments about women, in the end, the first camper voted off Total Drama Island was Ezekiel, proving that homeschooling and reality TV don't mix, who will be voted off this week in this dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total... Drama...Island.

Iris woke up early and snuck into the kitchen.

It looked a mess it was four in the morning so she needed something to do.

(Confessionals)

Iris looked into the camra

"Ok so ever since I was ten I wake up at four in the morning. Some nights I don't even sleep. Doctors can't figure out why but hey at least I can do something before the challenge starts."

*Static*

(End of Confessionals)

Iris was almost done cleaning when Chef walked in. "And what are you doing up?" Chef said crossing his arms. "Sorry Chef woke up at four and couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to clean the kitchen to help you out. If you need help cooking I can do that too." She said still scrubbing. "Awe thats real nice of you sweetpea. But I can take it from here go get washed up. The mess hall looks great. " Iris stood up saluting him. He did the same to her and she went to the showers.

(Confessionals)

Chef

That girl is a sweetheart. I haven't met a kid who would just clean without being asked. Her parents raised her right she will make a man happy one day.

*static *

(End of Confessionals)

Iris walked into the mess hall. Chef had a cup of coffe ready for her. "Here you go sweetie thanks again for cleaning the place up." He said making her bluch. "No problem if you need any help you can always ask."  She said sitting down. "Why did you clean this dump?! You never do anything nice." Courtney came over before Iris could take on sip of her ainti murder juice. Holding up one finger Iris took a drink. "Ok child now that I had a caffeine shot I can speak. I wake up a four am every day. Why I do not know I just do. Some nights I don't even sleep. As for doing something nice goes. Unlike you I was raised to help someone when I physically can. You were shelter from the world thats why your a spoild brat.  Do you want me to spill what it was you did to my brother, or are you going to sit back down like a good girl?" Iris was now glaring at the pampered princess. Courtney like any other teenage girl that doesn't get her way, stomped away with a "Ahh!"  I waved her finger at the child.

Chris walked in "alright campers time for your challenge. Both teams will complete one lap around the Island. The team that completes the race first wins. "  Trent asked about breakfast. "Oh you will eat after the race. Ready set go!" He laughed as everyone ran.

Iris pov

It was a nice warm up but ,I doubt that this is the actual challenge.  When we made it back to the mess hall a buffet was waiting for us. It was so beautiful I wanted to cry. Though something sinister is happening here. This is a set up so I'm not going to eat to much. I saw cranberries the kind you get on Thanksgiving and chowd down. It was refreshing everyone else asked why I wasn't eating anything but Cranberries. "Think about it why would they give us this food. It's a plot for the challenge. Trust me I want to chow down with all of you." I said making them shrug and go back to eating. Courtney was glaring at me. I think about it the guy that asked me the question was Duncan.

(Confessionals)

Iris started laughing.

"Oh she is a treat I will thoroughly enjoy this."

*Static*

(End of Confessionals)

"Hey Duncan can you step outside with me? This won't take long." I said standing up. He shrugged and followed me outside. Once we were out of ear shot I turned to him.

Meanwhile in the mess hall.

Courtney pov

"They have been gone for awhile. I'll go check on them." I said having campers telimg me to leave them be. Iris is a conveying snake you can't ever trust her.

"Hey guys what are yo-Ah!" I walked out to find them making out. I march up to them and pull him away getting in her face. She smirks at me. "Hello Courtney how can I help you?" She chuckles "You can help me by not macking on my teammate you snake." I growled

(Confessionals Duncan, Iris)

Duncan

"If she is a snake and thats her bite. Please bite me some more."

*static*

Iris

"*laughs* oh wow I was right she likes him. This is going to be a fun day for Duncan and me. He is on board with the plan. Obviously he is enjoying this too. *smirks* bey bey second place Courtney"

*Static*

Iris pov

Duncan stood between myself and Courtney crossing his arms. "I think you should run inside. You don't own me there four have no say in my actions." He said wrapping one arm around me. I place my hand on his chest the top of my head under his chin. I was side glancing at her. She growled stomping away. Once she was gone we bust out laughing.  He picked me up bridal style carrying me inside. "This is mine no one else can have her." He said sitting me down at my seat we started to feed each other. "Can you two get a room?" Heather complained. "Can you get a new attitude." I said making her gasp.

Once the buffet was cleared Chris came back in. "Everyone ready for the awake athon!" I knew it and they say I'm a snake. "Wait so you had us eat all this food so you can see who will fall asleep first?" Gwen asked "Yes Gwen Yes I did" I laughed "oh that so evil its good."  I said "Glad your finding this amusing lose lips" Courtney said  "Hey they are open for you too." I wink at her. "Your disgusting " she said following Chris to the pit fire. I sat in Duncan's lap during the challenge to get on princess sunshine's nerves. Its almost night fall I'm about to fall asleep. Duncan puts his hand on my cheek "got to stay awake gorgeous. How can I look into those beautiful eyes if they are closed?" I giggle at the sickeningly sweetness. "Let her fall asleep at least I won't be second place. " Courtney said  laughing "oh your second place in everything so shut up. " I said before glares at her.

Its now been twent-four hour mark. Come on stupid bass fall asleep. I thought to myself. It was now Myself, Trent,and Gwen for the Gophers and the Bass only had Courtney and Duncan.  Once Chris started to read the history of Canada Courtney, and Trent fell asleep.  Leaving Gwen, Duncan and me. "I have to hit the can" Duncan said as the camra crew followed him. Gwen fell asleep I was about to when Chris announced that the Gophers won. I smile before falling flat on my face.

• [The Killer Bass are standing outside of the cabins, stuff are outside due to Eva throwing them because she can't find her MP3 because Heather stole it.]

•

• Eva: [screaming angrily] Where is my MP3 player?! One of you must stolen it, I need my music! No one is going anywhere until I get my MP3 player back! [She angrily throws a book, which almost hits Harold]

•

• Courtney: Okay, whoever took it better give it up now before she destroys the whole camp.

•

• Heather: Hey, guys, wow, this place is a real mess.

•

• Courtney: Someone stole Eva's MP3 player.

•

• Heather: [holds Eva's MP3 player] Who don't mean this to you? [Eva is surprised that Heather found her MP3 player, which Heather actually stole it] I was wondering who it belonged to, I found it by the campfire pit. You must have dropped it.

•

• Eva: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

• Heather: Sure thing. [Leaves. Static buzzing, in the confessional] Turn a team against their own members, easiest trick in the book. (Static buzzing)

• Eva: [smiles sheepishly] So, sorry about the that little misunderstanding. [The Killer Bass glare at Eva] Guess no one stole it after all. Okay, maybe I overreacted a little. [Laughs sheepishly]

Iris and the Gophers watch the marshmallow ceremony of the Killer Bass. It was down to Alpha geek Harold and wack Job Eva. Both looked nervous until Chris gave it to Harold. Wow did not see that one coming. They threw away their strongest team mate. Welp looks like the Gophers have it even easier now.

Chris "you All can get some sleep tonight you all are safe for now. Find out what happens next time on Total Drama Island."

(Have I mention how much I don't like Courtney yet. Well I don't have a great day/evening)

#total drama leshawna #total drama island #romance #duncan #td courtney #oc #chris mclean #total drama #pain

[takeiteasypeasybaby]

Save Me: Chapter 36 - Redemption

~Hey guys! Chapter 36 is out today :) I hope everyone is doing well and excited for this one! Love y’all~

This was a time of healing and growth for everyone, including Negan. Molly had always known him to be a good man inside, but would he be able to show the others?

Two months later...

'You were right...' Rick said softly as he held my hand.

'I should have listened to you, I guess I just couldn't until now' he continued.

I just nodded and smiled, 'are you sure about this?' I asked nervously.

He let go of my hand as he placed both on my shoulders.

'Yes and you will lead them' he said proudly.

He started to walk away, back across the streets of Alexandria when I shouted after him, 'me?'

'The Sanctuary needs a strong leader Molly, if we're gonna do this right' he replied as he smiled softly and went towards the gates.

I just stood stock still and watched him as he walked away.

Was I ready for this?

I felt honoured that he trusted me in that way, especially considering that the majority of those moving to the Sanctuary would be ex-Saviours.

Yet, I was unsure, I hadn't been back there in years and I had no idea how it would feel.

I had suppressed old memories, the bad ones, for so long but when I go to the Sanctuary, I know I will be forced to face them.

But, I had to do this, for Rick, for Carl and his dream, for myself and even for Negan.

I thought about how he would feel about all this.

I knew he would heartbroken, to see another leader in his former home but I hoped that he would find some solace in the fact that he trusted me and knows how much I valued that place.

I told Rick that I would consider it, which upset him slightly knowing that I might not give him the answer that he wanted and needed for enacting Carl's vision.

But I had to be honest with him and myself about who I was.

I had always thought myself brave and confident but after everything these past years, I'm not sure that I'm the same person anymore and as much as I wanted to lead that place.

I knew in my heart that I just wasn't ready.

It wasn't about Negan or the Saviours that made me decline Rick's offer, it was about me and what happened to me there.

Still to this day, only Negan, Aaron and Tara knew and I wanted to tell Rick but I knew in my heart that if he found out, he would go straight for Negan and blame him.

So, I couldn't tell him but I knew he would want an explanation so I told him I would lead eventually, but right now we needed to focus on what we already have, not what will eventually come in a few years time.

Now, looking back, I wish I had told Rick everything...

The day of reckoning came.

There was a hoard of walkers, larger and more vast than we'd ever seen before.

They were heading straight for Alexandria and their sheer force and numbers alone would wipe out us all, so we had to create a diversion.

We all split up and tried different tactics, blasted music from our trucks, set off explosions, set up reflective objects.

None of them worked well enough.

We killed many of them and were heading back towards the bridge to recuperate when we saw him.

Rick was stumbling across the bridge, his hand on his gun and his other on a deep wound to his stomach that seemed to stain his entire shirt red.

Daryl spotted him first, he was only a few paces in front of the hoard now.

Once Daryl had alerted the rest of us, we sprinted towards him to help, Michonne screamed out for him.

Daryl and I shot arrows at the closest walkers to Rick to buy some time, Rick just looked at us pleadingly, asking us not to waste our time.

He knew he was going to die.

We all grouped up, shooting walkers that came too close.

The bridge wouldn't hold, we all knew that now.

Once all of the walkers were on the bridge, Rick pointed his gun at an explosives box on the bridge and blew it up.

A loud bang and a large cloud of fire and ash surrounded the place where Rick once stood.

Michonne tried to run towards it but Maggie and I held her back.

'Rick!' she screamed in pain.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as the bridge was completely destroyed and rows upon rows of walkers lit by flames dropped into the river and floated down stream.

I whispered with deflation a soft 'no' as the smoke started to clear and Rick was gone.

Michonne couldn't bear to look and we just escorted her home while Daryl and I searched for Rick.

There was some comfort in not being able to find his body.

I don't know whether this was false hope but right now we needed any form of hope.

We searched for weeks on end, from dawn to dusk.

The only thing we found was Rick's gun, slightly buried in mud by the river.

We cleaned it off and brought it to Michonne to keep.

Some days were better than others but when the rest of us had to carry on, Daryl just couldn't.

'Daryl, we've looked, there's nothing out there' I said softly as I grabbed his arm.

'You don't know that' he growled as he walked towards the gates.

'No, I don't. But, what I do know is that Michonne needs both of us here right now' I replied sternly.

'Tell her I've gone out' he replied as he pulled open the gates and stormed out, crossbow slung over his shoulder.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

I chased after him, grabbing my bow from where it hung on the tree next to the gate and slung it over my shoulder.

'Daryl!' I shouted as he continued to storm out ahead.

I sighed as he didn't take any notice, 'Daryl!' I yelled again as I finally caught up to him and spun him around to face me.

We were now surrounded by trees, in the thick of the forest.

'What?' he retorted.

'I'm sorry, you were right. We can't give up, so I'm coming with you' I said softly, he just grunted.

I rolled my eyes.

'Don't do that okay? Talk to me, we've know each other for so long' I stated, he just stared at me.

'He ain't dead' he said hoarsely as he turned back around and marched through the grass.

'Daryl...' I said sadly.

'He ain't dead!' he yelled tearfully as he turned back around to face me.

His face now bunched up into a scowl as he marched back towards me, pointing and yelling, talking at me sideways like he used to.

'Why you even here, huh? You gave up! Just like the rest...not me! I mean, maybe I could've done somethin' he started yelling at me which turned into a soft cry.

There he stood in front of me, his tears flowed down his face as I just silently pulled my arms around him as he did the same.

Both of us, now holding each other just sobbed.

I didn't get it back then, but Daryl needed to keep looking for Rick for himself, he had to stay busy otherwise he would break down.

I stroked his hair away from his eyes, 'listen to me, we will find him...' I said softly as he wiped away my tears with his thumb.

I smiled weakly at his gesture and just held him once more.

I didn't know whether we would ever see Rick again, but I felt content in knowing that this was what he would've wanted, all of us together as a family, holding each other.

Six years later...

Alexandria was complete, or so it was in my eyes.

We had all come together to create Carl's dream and now it was also Rick's.

There were white washed houses with porches to match, a large armoury, fields of crops, hydroelectricity, watch towers for surveillance.

It was everything we desired, it was a self-sufficient dream land.

Michonne was doing well, she now led us at Alexandria, whether she knew that then or not.

She became pregnant after Rick's death and had her beautiful baby RJ (Rick Jr.) nine months later.

She was now a mother of two, Judith and RJ and I was their Auntie.

Daryl still went out searching for Rick, but a lot less frequently and I joined him on occasion.

Carol was still at the Kingdom where she also now had a family with Ezekiel and their adopted son Henry.

Gabriel, Aaron, Siddiq, Laura and Diane were all members of the council led by Michonne.

We were rebuilding civilisation and this would be a period of equality and fairness where our previous alignments didn't matter.

The Sanctuary remained a ruin. When Rick died, none of us felt like we could continue with that project, least of all me.

Tara was at Oceanside with Cindy where they now lived together, I was so proud of her.

In the past six years, Negan and I continued our talks in his cell as Michonne now allowed me to visit him whenever I liked.

I wasn't sure about it before but he had changed and for the better.

Every time I saw him, he seemed lighter than before like he was almost content with his situation.

I can't say that he was upset by Rick's death but he was saddened for our community and Michonne who he'd spoke to over the years.

Yet, even after these visits, Michonne still didn't believe he had changed and still pursued her opinion that I should keep my distance but also acknowledged that she couldn't stop me.

I wish I could say that we accidentally brushed hands on the bars of his cell or that he flirted with me endlessly but he didn't.

Every time we talked, it was deep and meaningful but nothing that screamed 'I love you'.

I know we had been getting to know each other again, so that we could start our relationship again but fuck it was hard just being in the same room as him and not doing anything.

I just wondered whether he still felt the same.

One night, once it was dark out and I was sufficiently drunk on homemade wine, I snuck across the street to the cell.

I tiptoed down the stairs and met Seth.

'Molly?' he asked tiredly.

'Hey Seth, I'm gonna need your keys' I said confidently and slightly stumbling on my words.

'I don't think I-' he started to say.

'Seth, Michonne granted me access at all times' I replied as I beckoned him to hand them over.

'A-Are you drunk?' he asked hesitantly.

'No' I said shaking my head for longer than necessary as I grabbed his keys and dismissed him.

I opened the door and locked it shut behind me, slightly stumbling over a brick that was concealed by the dark.

'Ooh' I shouted as I tripped which was followed by a alcohol infused giggle.

I heard Negan shift in his bed as he sat up suddenly and said, 'Molly?' as he stroked his beard.

God he looked so sexy when he did that.

I ignored his words and proceeded to his cell and fumbled through the keys to unlock the door.

He stood up and stretched.

'Molly?' he said hoarsely as he squinted in confusion.

It was only when he saw what I was doing that he said 'Wha?' which was all he managed before I swung open the door and pressed my lips to his.

I felt his hands drift to my waist as I pulled off my jacket and wrapped my hands around his neck.

At first he was taken aback by the kiss but within a split second I felt his lips move against mine hungrily like we'd been starved of each other for years.

His hands on my waist travelled up to cup my face in his hands as he deepened the kiss in between growls and moans.

He slipped his tongue between my lips to playfully graze my own as I pushed my body closer to his and ran my fingers through his hair.

He now pulled me in even closer till we were perfectly intertwined and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, keeping me there.

I pushed us forward till his ankles hit the side of the bed, forcing him to sit on its edge.

I pulled myself down onto him till I was straddling his thighs.

I heard him audibly moan and felt his eyebrows furrow as I started to grind on top of him.

His kiss abruptly ended when he pulled his face away from mine and gazed at me with his hands still cupping my face.

I just stared back at him questioningly, while his eyes darted between my own.

'Are you drunk?' he asked half amused.

'A little' I answered as my hands still roamed through his hair.

He rubbed my cheek, drawing circles with his thumb.

'You're inebriated. I'm not gonna take advantage of you Molly' he whispered softly.

'Why not?' I whined as I started to press light kisses against his neck.

He exhaled and chuckled, 'Molly, when you're sober I will gladly sleep with you' he said smirking as his hands drifted to my ass.

I seemed to sober up at his words and found myself coming to my senses.

I jumped up before he could touch me and stood before him, admiring my effect on him as I saw his straining bulge.

'Well, you'll be waiting a long time because you won't get this chance again' I said tauntingly as I placed a hand on my hip.

He looked up and chuckled, saying 'you wanna bet?'.

I turned on my heels, locked his door behind me as he called after me, 'you'll be practically begging me darlin'.

I smirked at his calling me 'darlin' again as I walked out of the cell and handed the keys back to Seth.

The following morning, I awoke feeling like shit. I had drunk so much wine which left me with a banging headache.

I took some aspirin with water when I ate my breakfast as I recalled the night before.

Fuck.

I had kissed him.

No, it was worse than that, I was practically grinding on him and begging him to sleep with me.

I slapped my forehead.

'I'm such an idiot' I said out loud as I sat in just a t-shirt.

When I went upstairs to have a shower and get dressed for the day, I spotted Judith sitting outside Negan's cell, she was reading and laughing.

I squinted in confusion as I realised she was talking to Negan.

Michonne would have killed me if she was here but she had gone to visit Maggie at Hilltop for the day.

I flung on new clothes and marched downstairs and over to where she was sat.

'Hi Auntie Molly' she greeted smiling widely at me, I waved and smiled at her as I plunked myself down onto the step she was sitting on.

'Whatcha up to?' I asked as she passed me the book she was reading, it read: Advanced Mathematics.

'Wow, you are one smart cookie, huh?', I said admiring some of the equations which I used to know so well.

'Could you help me with my homework, Negan didn't know some of these' she said softly as she pointed to the questions on the page.

I looked to the side to see Negan's window which was wide open.

I looked up from the book and shut it, placing it to one side as I shifted to focus on her.

She took off her sheriff's hat that had once been Rick's and then Carl's and swept her long brown hair out of her face.

'Judith, are you sure that your mom would be okay with you talking to Negan?' I asked softly.

She just looked at me questioningly and said 'uh huh'.

'You go down there all the time, why can't I?' she replied.

I hesitated and exhaled, saying 'well, because...'.

She stood up and grabbed her book and hat, 'he's not the monster you all think he is!' she shouted.

'Just ask your mom next time okay?' I pleaded.

Judith sighed and said 'this is bullshit' as she walked back to their house.

I just sat there watching her walk away in complete surprise.

Shit, I really had to watch what I said around her.

Michonne would have killed me if she heard that.

I sat on the steps, feeling the wind whip through my hair as I heard a faint chuckle coming from inside the cell.

I sighed and shot up, glided past Seth who automatically opened the door for me now and I stood in front of the bars where Negan was.

'What?' I barked as I folded my arms.

He smirked when he saw me, obviously still thinking about last night.

He rose his eyebrows and shook his head.

'Nothing, it's just that sometimes I think she takes after you more than ol' Ricky or Michonne' he taunted.

I rolled my eyes as he continued, 'she swears like a damn sailor! I love it'.

'Yeah well, guess I'm not cut out for this whole parenting thing' I said chuckling weakly.

'I don't know, I think you'd be a great mom' he answered as he came closer to the bars and brushed his hands over mine.

I was mesmerised for a second, thinking about having children with him when I snapped myself back to reality.

I scoffed and pulled away, saying teasingly 'i'm not gonna sleep with you, Negan'.

He chuckled, saying 'if memory serves, I think you've said that one before'.

I shot him a stern look when I realised that he was right and I walked back out of the cell, hearing his knowing chuckle echo all around me.

Little did I know that soon my Negan problem would take care of itself.

Maggie had met with a woman named Georgie who wanted to invest in Hilltop and said that she believed in the future and wanted Maggie to come to their community to help them rebuild theirs.

It was called the Commonwealth.

Maggie was sceptical at first, as was everyone but they had been so kind in granting us supplies and equipment that she felt she had to go.

She planned to take Herschel with her and be gone for about six months while Jesus ran Hilltop.

Little did I know that she had a question to ask me.

I went to Hilltop for a week to see Maggie and Jesus but when I got there Maggie asked me to stay permanently.

She told me that she had planned to ask me years ago but knew that I wasn't ready back then.

She wanted Jesus and I to lead Hilltop together as we worked really well together.

Jesus was like a brother to me and so it was a complete honour.

I knew in my heart that I had to accept and this wasn't like when Rick had asked me to lead the Sanctuary all those years ago because now I had a clear vision.

Being at Hilltop would mean that I could be closer to Tara at Oceanside, I could continue the agricultural development I had started years ago and I could still go back to Alexandria now and then when I was needed there or when I needed someone else.

Sometimes it felt like I made this choice because I knew that if I stayed in Alexandria any longer, I would have given in to Negan's allure and succumbed to his charms and as much as I wanted him, I couldn't let myself.

#negan #mollychambler #jdm #jeffreydeanmorgan #twd #the walking dead #twdromance #smut #negan x original female character #rick grimes #tara chambler #twd daryl #daryl dixon #maggie #michonne #twd smut #saviour

[industria-adastra]

With misinformed eagerness

A/N: I present, Demon Clary AU, but raised with Jocelyn. I think the sibling angel/demon blood reversal AU idea is interesting with the Morgenstern sibs but most of the time the fics I see with this idea just kind of. Flop. So I have to feed myself. (This AU is totally an excuse for found family-)

Summary: All heroes have to get their drive to help from somewhere

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The first time Clary saw it was when she was playing in the park. Mom– Mother was as listless as usual, only seeming to sink further into an abyss of negativity whenever she watched other parents play and interact with their squealing, giggling and innocent children. Bright-faced and bright-eyed, weren’t they truly a delight to be around? Clary stared at her for a moment, before her gaze went back to the neat sandcastle in front of her.

One, two, blink, blink.

Clary demolished the sandcastle without a second thought.

Would Mother pay more attention to her if she acted more like them? Or was it...ok to just be the same as always? (Hah. As if. It was obvious to anyone that Mother clearly didn’t like Clary for the way she was right now. Really, in Mother’s eyes she was probably nothing more than extra baggage she was obligated to take care of due to being the reason for her existence.)  Dirty little hands dug into the sandpit and scooped up dirty sand-curling into fists. Then, they unfurled back  in a flash, releasing the dirty sand, pouring it back to its original “home”. Void black eyes stared at open palms, focused yet glazed over-as if the owner of those eyes had magically become a porcelain doll.

Slowly, slowly, Clary put her hands down-still with the same glazed over look in her eyes-on the sand, and pushed herself up onto her two feet. Without a single glance to her mother, Clary walked out of the sandpit towards the (mostly) clear water of a fountain. She looked down expressionlessly at a rippling, watery reflection of herself. Then-propping her hands lightly against the edge of the fountain-she leaned in a little nearer to the water.

And smiled.

A dull, colourless thing it was. The edges of her eyes neither crinkling up nor thinning to make a playful closed eyed smile. Her aura of random, unexplainable happiness was like decaying plastic. To put it simply, Clary’s attempt at her own  “innocent, childish” smile had as much appeal as a dead horse. Any bystander could attest to that, even Clary could see and understand that. 

It was no use beating a dead horse.

It took less than a few seconds for her farce of a smile to dissipate back into her usual straight lined mouth. Rising back up from looking at the fountain water, Clary swiftly turned and walked to the direction of the swings. However, on the way there, a small scene caught her attention-nothing too out of the ordinary, it was merely an older child standing up for what could presumably be his younger sister against a group of even older children. She stopped walking, but made no move to help the other child out. It was fine to just watch and observe.

“Why’re you hurting my lil’ Sis anyways! She already said sorry to all you big meanies! Didn’t your mommy tell you hurting other people is wrong?” the boy screamed fearlessly at the small group of young teens, hands bunched into tight fists and his body standing protectively in front of his sobbing little sister.

A red shirted girl started to retort back, “Well—” she was suddenly interrupted by a furious looking woman dashing towards them. Judging from the brightening face of the young boy, she was probably his mother.

“Ezekiel! Calliope!” the woman yelled worriedly; the appearance of an adult caused the teens once circling the two children to scram and run away as fast as they could. Big as they were, picking a fight with an adult would be the height of stupidity.

“Mom!” the newly dubbed Ezekiel beamed at his mother. His emotions were a complete one-eighty from the previous anger-even little Calliope behind him had given her mother a thin watery smile. The two children both hurried over to hug their mother’s legs. “Mom! Mom! Those big kids just now,” he pointed in the direction of where said kids had run off, “were really mean and rude to me and Lili-they even hit Lili!”

“What?!” the woman,  obviously shocked at the news, immediately bent down to anxiously check her daughter. Once she spotted the bruises, her face darkened with anger, and she pulled both her  children into a tight hug. Whispering words of comfort and apologies that Clary barely heard into her children’s ear, the woman gently stroked their fine brown hair. 

Clary thought it was a rather extreme reaction for mere bruises, but perhaps… She turned and looked back at where she knew her Mother was, pondered, then stared down at smooth freckled skin. Unblemished and unbroken with injuries, any assortment of vivid colours-whether they be red, green, purple or yellow-would be a stark contrast on her skin. The key point being easily noticeable. Her thoughts rushed around in her head, creating scenarios and discarding ideas as quickly as they came.

No, it wouldn’t work. Maybe Luke would worry and fret a little, and that faint sometimes there voice would screech and fuss at her. But she sure as hell wouldn’t actually care. Why did she want her to care so much? It would’ve been better for Clary if she’d never expected anything from her at all. 

Static filled her mind, making her blank out as she tightly gripped onto her arm and wondered why was it so–

Loud voices yanked her out of her thoughts.

“...got hurt, I didn’t stop them before they hurt Lili! I’m sorry Mommy…”  Ezekiel looked forlorn, clearly unhappy about how his inability to win against a group of clearly stronger teens. 

What an idiot. Didn’t he know he did the best he could in such a situation?

“That’s…” the woman’s voice trailed off, hesitant about exactly how to respond. ”I’m proud of you for defending your little sister Ezekiel. What happened to Lili wasn’t your fault. Did you cause them to come over and choose to act like bullies to you two?” By then their mother was looking determinedly, but gently at her son.

“No..”

“Then don’t blame yourself for it. You did the right thing in that situation. Instead, be proud of yourself for being so brave and standing up to them. Alright?” With that, she stood up, holding Calliope in one arm and holding Ijekiel’s hand with her free hand. “Let’s go home now. What do you two want for dinner?”

In the shadows Clary watched them go, unseen by any mortal soul.

How strange. Was this the kind of behaviour parents wanted from their children? Would she prefer her to be that way?

Well, she’d never know if she didn’t try.

So as Clary walked back to her mother, she tried to practice along the way. Helping out others, being as kind as she could. Did you need this? That? What’s wrong? Are you ok? Before she reached the end, she would make sure she remembered well what was “good” and “right”.

And the pretty smile Mother gave her (no matter how fake and plasticine it was, no matter the stretched, trembling corners of her mouth, how doll-like it was compared to the sun that shone with Luke), was worth all the blood, sweat and tears she put into perfecting this persona.

#the mortal instruments #clary fray #jocelyn fairchild #fanfiction #my writing #oneshot #angst #AU #mundane demon AU #tmi

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The Flame is Gone, The Fire Remains Ch. 3

Summary: Negan and Chuck have cemented their relationship and are proud parents of a new baby girl. Will they be able to balance their new found parenthood with keeping their community safe from the perils of the world?

Sequel to This Is How I Disappear

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, violence, blood, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlists in my bio

——— Negan’s POV ———

Rick stares at me as my words sink the fuck in. Eldritch isn’t dead. He’s not dead and he wants to make a fuckin’ play.

“I gotta fuckin’ get back home.” I turn to go back to the horses without saying anything. All I can think about is how he took Chuck away from me when I wasn’t looking. And now I’m out here away from her.

Rick calls out, “I’m coming with you. Daryl?”

“Yeah,” the redneck replies and follows me, Dwight, and Rick back to our rides.

“We’re going to see if we can’t find where these walkers crossed into this clear zone,” Michonne explains to our backs and the rest of them fuck off to go do that, I guess.

But I don’t really care. I gotta get fuckin’ home to my babies. Before I mount up, I try to flick off some of the fuckin’ gross shit on Lucille before I put her in her custom made holster on my saddle.

We make it home pretty fuckin’ quickly, actually. I’m not fuckin’ around with this. When we get within radio range, Dwight calls in our fuckin’ approach. After he does that, I turn to him.

“When we get back, I want you to take Rick and Daryl to the meeting room and wait for me. We’re gonna have to fuckin’ talk about all this shit.”

Ne nods and a little while later, we pull up to the fuckin’ stable to leave the horses there. When we get through the fence, Dwight leads Rick and Daryl away and Simon comes up to me.

“What’s going on?” he asks. I know he can tell something's wrong from the look on my goddamn face. And since he doesn’t look like he shit his pants, I’m gonna fuckin’ assume nothing happened here.

I shake my head a little. “It was Eldritch.”

“What?!” he yells before I can explain.

“He dressed up a bunch of biters like me and lead them into Rick’s territory. He found them and put them fuckin’ down.” I let out a sigh. “There was a fuckin’ note on one of them, but I fuckin’ destroyed it. It said, ‘You can’t get rid of me that easily,’ or some shit.”

Simon pulls his hand down his face. “Holy fuck,” he drags out.

“Get on the radio to Hilltop and the outposts and tell them to go on high alert. Explain to them that Eldritch might fuckin’ attack. And talk to The Kingdom, too. Then go up to the meeting room and wait for me. I’m gonna tell Chuck all this shit before I gotta make a fuckin’ plan with Rick.”

He nods, then we both enter the building. I rush up to my floor and fling my office doors open.

———   ———

 After Negan leaves, Chuck finishes feeding Maddie then lays her down in her bassinet. She tries to keep from worrying about Negan, but all she can think about is that he’s out there unprotected.

She knows that’s not really true. Negan can handle himself. And he’s not alone. Not to mention that the saviors and the Alexandrians have kept the entire area around the settlements almost completely clear of the dead. Negan is safer out there now than he ever has been.

It’s just that the stakes are so much higher now. If something happened to him, Maddie would never know her father. Chuck knows what it’s like to grow up with just her mother. Not that her childhood was bad, or anything, but Chuck would have rather had both of her parents there. She’s wondered more than once how she would have grown up differently if her father had still been alive. Maybe she would have been bubbly and popular. Had a high school sweetheart and gotten married right out of college. Been a mother long before now.

Those were things she used to fantasize about before the end of the world. When she knew all the other kids in her class were at some party. Or when her college roommate spent the night at her boyfriend’s. Or even back at Rolling Acres after she was left to clean herself up when one of the guys finally left her room at night. She would always picture her life being much different.

But now she thinks that all of that lead her here. Even the truly horrible things lead her to this moment in her life. And she wouldn’t trade all that for anything because she has true love with Negan. And he gave her a beautiful daughter.

She obsessively rubs her thumb over the locket around her neck that Negan had given her as she paces around the room. It’s been a few hours, so she thinks he should be coming home soon. Or at least he’d send word if something came up. Just as a renewed wave of anxiety jolts through her, the radio goes off. She lets out a sigh of relief when she hears Dwight’s voice saying that they’re almost home. She sits down on the couch, finally able to relax, to wait for Negan to come in. Not too long after that, she hears the office doors open up, so she stands to greet Negan when he comes in.

The second she sees Negan’s serious face when he enters the room, her own cheery expression falls. “What is it?”

“Sit down.” He props Lucille up by the door then moves to Chuck.

As she lowers herself back onto the couch, she notices that Lucille isn’t clean, which means at the very least, Negan encountered the dead. He sits down beside her and lets out a heavy breath.

“What is it?” she asks as her anxiety starts to rise.

“Eldritch is alive.”

All the air leaves Chuck’s lungs. “You saw him?” she chokes out as her eyes well up with tears. She always knew it was a possibility that he survived the assault on his compound, but she had really hoped he hadn’t. And with all the time that passed without hearing from him, she was beginning to really believe that he was gone.

He shakes his head. “Rick ran into a group of fuckin’ biters all dressed like me. One of them had a note. I’ll never forget what that fucker’s handwriting looks like.”

“Oh my god.”

As Chuck starts to cry, Negan pulls her into his side. “You don’t have to worry about anything, baby girl. I would lay down my fuckin’ life for you and Maddie.”

Chuck pulls away quickly to look at him. “I don’t want you to lay your life down!  Your life is with me!”

Negan pauses, seemingly shocked by Chuck’s outburst. “You don’t don’t have to fuckin’ worry, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not going to leave The Sanctuary again. I’m not gonna allow it.”

“Baby-“

“Don’t you ‘baby girl’ me! You’re too important to risk your life now.”

Negan shakes his head. “I’m not risking my life. I’m gonna protect this place. And myself. And you and Maddie most of all. Rick’s downstairs and we’re gonna come up with a fuckin’ plan. No one is gonna be able to come at us and not fuckin’ lose, I promise you. Not with the numbers we got.” He cradles her face and brings her in for a kiss. “So please don’t fuckin’ worry. I hate when you’re upset.”

“Eldritch is smart,” she mentions quietly.

“I’m smarter. You know I’ve changed shit since I dealt with him. Lookouts are never alone so they can’t get picked off. We got regular patrols that keep the area clear and they’d see if Eldritch tries to lead a herd anywhere near us.” He kisses her again. “The Hillfolk have been trained to fight. And with Alexandria... we’re fuckin’ unstoppable. I’m pretty sure I can get the tiger fucker to fight with us, too.”

Chuck can’t help but giggle at Negan’s nickname for Ezekiel. “Don’t make me laugh. This is serious.”

“Don’t fuckin’ worry. I’m gonna find Eldritch and when I do, I’m gonna personally kill him.”

 ——— Negan’s POV ———

I leave Chuck and head back down to the second floor to talk to Rick. When I get to the room, Simon and Dwight are seated to the right of my seat with Rick and Daryl to the left.

Simon clears his throat as I take my seat at the head of the table.“How’d she take it?”

I shake my head. “She’s fuckin’ scared.” I set Lucille in front of me on the table. “What’d everyone say on the radio?”

“Hilltop and the outposts say they’re ready for a fight. And King Ezekiel is headed off to Alexandria to talk to you,” he says to Rick. “When you get back up there, I guess. He said he didn’t want to travel too far away from home. But I’m pretty sure once he hears just how fucked up Eldritch is, he’ll fight with us.”

“Good.” I scratch at my beard then turn to Rick. “What do you think?”

“I think this guy is a threat to us all. Even if you get the brunt of it, it’ll affect us, too. We rely on goods we get from you and without your men, we wouldn’t be able to keep this large area clear,” Rick comments.

“You know he ain’t gonna stop with The Sanctuary,” Daryl pipes up. “And he left those walkers on our land. He’s seeking revenge on all of us.”

“Probably. That fucker’s crazy. And we can’t allow him to set up shop anywhere again. You know how he ran that place of his. Some of those women he had there live at Alexandria now and I’m sure they fuckin’ talked about it.”

Both men nod sadly, so I know it’s true. Eldritch is exactly the kind of man I don’t want living in this world. And he’s the kind of man I can revel in fuckin’ destroying.

Rick looks up at me. “We’re all trying to build something here and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna let Eldritch take that away from us.”

“Good. I’m glad we’re all on the same page.”

“How many men we thinking he has?” Simon asks.

Daryl jumps in. “I couldn’t tell from the tracks out there. The walkers’ tracks were all so could see.”

I chime in, “We have no idea how many men survived our fuckin’ assault.”

“Couldn’t have been a lot,” Rick comments. “We had guys all over the woods after that and we found nothing.”

“That was months ago,” Dwight throws in his two cents. “He could’ve been picking people up this whole time.”

We all ponder that thought for a minute.

“He’s gotta be fuckin’ holed up someplace around here if he’s planning on attacking,” I say. “He’s not gonna do that shit from far away.”

“We’ve still got people in that resort near the place he used to live,” Simon responds. “There’s no one around there . Maybe Gregory knows something.”

“Gregory?” Rick whips his head to me. “I thought you killed him.”

I shake my head. “I got him in a cell.”

Daryl huffs. “You kept that asshole alive all this time?!”

“Oh, that fucker deserves it for all his shit. And he fuckin’ wishes he’s dead. I guaran-fuckin’-tee it.”

“You really think Eldritch woulda told him anything?” Dwight comments in disbelief.

I shrug. “Probably not. But that slippery fucker mighta heard some shit.”

Rick shrugs a little. “Maybe.”

I turn to Dwight. “Get the maps.”

He obeys and goes to the shelves to pick up the maps of the area we have. We’ve kept them fuckin’ updated with the different areas and whose land is whose. Plus all the routes we have marked to various places. Dwight spreads the maps out in front of all of us and we sit forward to fuckin’ see them.

Daryl points to a spot up north. “This is where we found the walkers.”

“Up that far, Eldritch would know the Alexandrians would be the ones to find them,” Simon says as he smooths over his mustache. “We don’t typically go up there unless we’re trading with The Kingdom. And that’s not on the route there for us.”

“He’s putting us in this,” Rick comments.

“I’m sure he hates your fuckin’ guts, too, Rick. I mean, your resident ginger is the one that exploded their escape tunnel.”

Daryl keeps looking over the maps. “There’s no way to tell where that asshole is unless he does something first.”

“We’ll up patrols,” is my answer. “Both in our communities and on the fuckin’ border fences to our areas.” I get a thought. “You think your Dr. Smartypants could set up remote cameras or some shit?”

Rick and Daryl share a look.

“He’s got a lot of stuff in his workshop,” Rick mentions. “We can ask.”

I nod. Cameras would be fuckin’ excellent in this scenario. “If we can catch that motherfucker crossing into our land, we can either end him or follow him back to his base.”

Rick agrees. “We’ll see what Eugene can do. I know he just got a bunch of computer shit. Maybe he’s got some cameras, too.”

“Good.”

“We should get going,” Daryl says to Rick. “Ezekiel’s gonna be waiting on us.”

“Make sure you tell him everything Eldritch fuckin’ did so he knows what he’s gonna be fuckin’ dealing with.”

Rick stands, along with Daryl. “I will. He seems like he’d rather stay out of a fight, but if there’s a threat to his people, he’ll step up.”

They both leave, which leaves me, Simon, and Dwight in the room.

“I want double the check-ins from everyone,” I say to Simon. “I’m not gonna get caught with my fuckin’ pants down again. That mother fucker isn’t gonna get anywhere near my goddamn domain this time. No fuckin’ way.”

“Sure thing, boss. I’ll get on the horn.” He stands to leave.

“Dwight, you’re with me.” I stand and he follows. “We’re gonna go fuckin’ see our ole buddy Greggy boy.”

We both head down to the basement and Dwight unlocks the door to Gregory’s cell after turning off the music pumping into it.

“Ho-ly fuck !” I call out as soon as the door opens. “You smell like fuckin’ shit!”

Gregory turns slowly to me. He’s fuckin’ naked, scraggly beard all long and fuckin’ gross. “Negan...” he starts to plead, but I don’t let him finish.

“Save it, asshole. I’m gonna ask you some questions and you’re gonna fuckin’ answer. If your answers are fuckin’ useful to me, I’ll fuckin’ give you a treat.”

“Yes, sir,” he grovels from his place on the floor beneath me. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Did Eldritch ever fuckin’ mention any other places he might want to live? Did he have any fuckin’ contingencies if shit went south for him?”

Gregory looks up at me. “He didn’t tell me anything like that.”

I shake my head over dramatically and tsk. “Greg. There goes your treat!”

“Wait, wait!” He tries to pull at my pant leg but I fuckin’ step away from him.

“You think I want you touching me? You’re gross as fuck, old man!”

“I’m sorry!” He backs away and looks up at me. “I-I... I was trying to find my way back home... after you exiled me. Eldritch’s men found me. And they took me t-to this country club in Bethesda. That’s where I met Eldritch. That was before he attacked you.”

“What country club?”

“Bethesda Country Club. T-That’s all I know. I promise!”

I nod. That probably is all he fuckin’ knows. But then something I never fuckin’ thought of occurs to me.

“Did you fuckin’ lead Eldritch to me?”

Gregory just stammers and stutters, but that’s answer enough for me. I have no fuckin’ idea why I didn’t put it together earlier. I just fuckin’ thought they crossed paths after Eldritch set his eyes on me. And after we took that fucker down, I really didn’t have any reason to fuckin’ question Gregory. Now, I’m fuckin’ pissed about it.

My fuckin’ fist flies out and socks Gregory before my brain fuckin’ catches up. “You piece of fuckin’ shit! This is all on you!”

“I-I didn’t-“ he tries, but I kick him in the fuckin’ ribs.

“You sniveling son of a bitch!” I lift Lucille above my head to fucking end this fucker once and for all, but I stop myself. A quick death is way too good for this fucker.

“Please, Negan!” Gregory calls out weakly.

I drop Lucille down and that fucker breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m not gonna give you the easy way out,” I growl down to him, then turn to Dwight. “Cut his food and water in half.”

“Wha- Wait!” Gregory actually tries to fuckin’ plead with me.

I can’t deal with this shit anymore, so I kick that fucker right in the jaw and he goes down. I don’t know if he’s fuckin’ knocked out cold and I don’t fuckin’ care. It doesn’t fuckin’ matter to me one goddamn bit. “There’s your fuckin’ treat,” I spit out before I leave the cell.

As I walk down the hall, I think of what Gregory told me. I don’t fuckin’ know if Eldritch does have a place up in Bethesda, but it’s somewhere to fuckin’ start. And it’s the only info I’ve got.

I go back upstairs and gather the guards on my floor into my office. Since Chuck had the baby, I’ve had at least four guards on my floor at all times, one by the stairwell door, one by the elevator, one on my office door, and one by the entrance to my living quarters. I know these guys are loyal, so I trust the shit outta them to protect my family. That’s why I fuckin’ chose these guys in the first place. Now that there’s a threat here from fuckin’ Eldritch, I’m gonna keep these guards on and I’m gonna close off my entire floor to everyone else but me and Simon. Anyone else that fuckin’ needs to be up here will have to be escorted by me personally. And I tell the guards that shit.

I dismiss them back to their posts and walk into my kitchen. I’m surprised to see Chuck standing at the stove cooking dinner, with Maddie in the bassinet nearby. Chuck has really been trying to cook for me and I fuckin’ love it. Sure, they’re all Sherry’s recipes, but Chuck does them fuckin’ good. I told her she didn’t have to do all that shit, but she said she wants to take care of me. I’d never fuckin’ ask her to do anything, but it feels so fuckin’ good to have her want to do shit for me.

I go over to my little princess in the bassinet and she looks up at me with a sweet ass smile. “Look who’s awake.”

“She’s been cooing for about ten minutes.”

I pick Maddie up and bob her around. She always seems to have a smile on her face when I do that, so I think she likes it.

“I heard what you said to the guards,” Chuck suddenly says.

I look at her. “I’m just taking precautions.”

She nods and turns back to the food on the stove.

“No one is gonna get up here again. I promise you that.”

“I know...”

Shit. I do not like the way she said that. “I know you’re fuckin’ worried.”

“Yeah...”

I let out a sigh.“Don’t shut down on me, please, baby girl.”

She slowly turns back to me. “Everything was so perfect,” she chokes out. “Why can’t it just stay?” She brings her hands up to cover her face when she starts to cry.

I walk over to her and shift Maddie so I can hold her with one arm. I use my free arm to wrap around Chuck and pull her into me. “Everything still is perfect. It’s not gonna fuckin’ change,” I try to convince her.

She pushes away from me to turn the stove off. “You don’t know.” She walks away from me then turns back. “You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

Before I can really think, I’m spouting off. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me I don’t know what he’s capable of. I fuckin’ know what that sick fuck wanted to do with you and those women. He told me himself.” It comes out way harsher than I needed and I’m instantly apologetic. Especially when I see her face and she looks fuckin’ hurt. “I shouldn’t’ve fuckin’ said that.”

“What do you mean ‘women’?”

Shit. I never told Chuck about Eldritch wanting me to hand over women for him to fuckin’ breed. I fuckin’ swore the few people that knew that to secrecy. Because that shit’s so fucked up and I knew it would fuck people up to hear about it.

I shake my head. “I just meant-“

“Tell me,” she says forcefully.

I set Maddie back in the bassinet and walk over to Chuck. “Baby-“

“No! Don’t keep shit from me.”

Fuck. She only swears when she’s really upset.

I let out a breath. “Eldritch wanted me to give him women so he could get them fuckin’ pregnant,” I say plainly, so I can get it out. “And he threatened he’d keep you and do it to you after you gave birth.”

I see her eyes well up, so wrap her up in a hug.

“I didn’t know that. That’s awful,” she says quietly into my chest. “We have to kill him.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” I say into the top of her head. “I’m not gonna let him slip away again.”

 A few days later, I send out a team to check out that fuckin’ country club Gregory mentioned. I didn’t go with them because I knew Chuck wouldn’t fuckin’ want me to. It’s all just recon, anyway. Me being there wouldn’t’ve really helped. Especially because they didn’t find shit out there. No one had lived in that fuckin’ place for months. At least. So our only fuckin’ lead blew up in smoke.

———   ———

 The next week is pretty tense, even though it’s quiet. There are no attacks, but all the saviors stay on high alert regardless. That includes the guards on the fifth floor, which stay 24/7 in rotating shifts.

On this day, Negan is sitting on the couch bottle feeding Maddie as Chuck pumps from her seat beside him. Chuck has been pumping and freezing her extra milk just in case it’s needed. Amber had started saving her extra milk, too. And both of their efforts have proven important because some of the milk is being sent to Alexandria in the weekly trades to help Maggie, who has been having trouble producing enough milk for her new baby son. It makes Chuck happy that she can help out in that way. She even sent a little note of reassurance to the other new mother when the guys headed out to the meeting spot this morning.

“You all full, sweet pea?” Negan pulls the bottle away from Maddie and stands to burp the baby.

“Did she empty it?” Chuck asks as she continues to pump.

Negan moves Maddie onto his shoulder and starts to rub her back. “Just about.”

“She definitely has a good appetite.”

“Good thing your titties can keep up.” He gives her a mischievous grin. “Not that I ever thought your fat ass tits wouldn’t perform.”

Chuck laughs. “I’m not to sure there’s a correlation. But I hope you’re not expecting my boobs to look like they used to after all this. They’re probably gonna deflate.”

“I’m gonna be all over those tits, regardless, sweetheart.”

She giggles again. “My husband, the romantic,” she jokes.

Just then, Maddie lets out a loud burp.

“Whoa!” Negan calls out with a laugh.

“And my daughter, the dainty lady!”

“Shit, sweet pea. I must’ve let you gulp in a shit ton of air.” He pulls Maddie forward and wipes her mouth with the towel on his shoulder. “You don’t let ‘er rip like that when Mommy feeds you.”

“She likes it when you feed her, though.” Chuck finishes with the pump and pulls her shirt back down. After putting the milk in the freezer, she comes back over to Negan and Maddie. “Is she out already?” she asks as she gently touches the now sleeping girl’s cheek.

“Looks like it.” He looks from Maddie to Chuck. “We can get our fuck on.”

Chuck laughs. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Fuck yeah.” Negan sets Maddie in the bassinet, then immediately starts to unzip his pants.

Just as Chuck starts to follow him in getting undressed, there’s a knock at the door.

“ It’s Simon ,” comes from the other side of the door.

“Motherfucker,” Negan mutters and pulls his pants back up. “Hang on,” he calls out then waits for Chuck to get decent again before he opens the door.

“Hey, Chuck,” Simon greets as he enters.

“What is it, Simon?” Negan asks impatiently. “We were just gonna fuck.”

“Negan!” Chuck chides, but Negan just shrugs.

“Something weird happened at the trade earlier,” Simon starts to explain. “There was an attack. Sorta.”

“What the fuck you mean ‘sorta’?”

“Well, they weren’t really sure what was happening at first, but... They were getting shot at by slingshots and BBs. And darts.”

Negan looks at Simon in confusion. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah. They didn’t see much. The attackers were in and out pretty quick. But there was a bunch of them.”

Chuck is confused, too. “Is everyone okay?”

“Most of our guys and the Alexandrians have cuts and bruises, but that’s it.”

“Is this Eldritch?” Chuck asks, not sure if she wants the answer to be yes or no.

Simon shrugs. “Daryl tracked them a bit, but he lost the trail before it lead anywhere.”

“Why the fuck would anyone come at us with fuckin’ BB guns? Especially Eldritch.”

“I don’t know, brother. It’s weird.” Simon lets out a sigh. “And with that country club tip not panning out...”

“Country Club tip?” Chuck asks. Negan hadn’t mentioned anything about a country club.

“Simon-“ Negan starts, but Simon answers over top of him.

“The place Gregory said Eldritch might be.”

Chuck whips her head to Negan. “Gregory?” Negan had told her about Gregory and how he was exiled from Hilltop only to show up again with Eldritch. But he made it seem like Hilltop had gotten rid of him. So Chuck assumed the man was dead. “Hilltop Gregory?”

Negan glares at Simon for a second then addresses Chuck. “Yeah,” is all he says.

“I thought he was dead.”

“He’s not,” Negan replies tersely.

Chuck is confused at the way both Negan and Simon are acting. Simon looks almost guilty as he shifts his eyes between her, Negan, and his own feet. And Negan is being purposely curt.

“Where is he?” she asks.

Negan gestures to the door. “Simon?”

The man takes the cue and leaves.

Chuck is still confused. “What is it?”

He lets out a sigh. “If I ask you to drop this, will you?”

“Why?”

Negan nods slowly, but doesn’t raise his head to answer. “I brought him back here after shit went down. He’s been in a goddamn cell since then.”

Chuck is shocked. After all, she knows a tiny bit what it’s like to be in a cell; she spent a day in one when she first got to The Sanctuary. And she knows she didn’t even get the full experience. “That was six months ago! He’s been locked up for six months !” She can’t even imagine being down there for that long.

“He fuckin’ deserves it, Chuck.”

“That’s...” She doesn’t know what to say. “That’s torture , Negan!”

“He fuckin’ deserves it! For all the shit he pulled. He wanted to fucking kill me, remember?”

Chuck shakes her head. It’s one thing to kill someone bloody like Negan did with Brendon and many other people, but prolonged torture? She has a very hard time accepting that.

“Negan...” She shakes her head. “You’re a father , now.”

He swings his arms out wide. “I still gotta fuckin’ be Negan !”

She understands what he’s saying, but she’s still not okay with it.

Negan lets out a deep breath. “He led Eldritch here,” he says more calmly.

It makes Chuck look at him, but she doesn’t respond.

“He led Eldritch here, Chuck. Eldritch was up in Bethesda before he fuckin’ met Gregory. All that shit. All the people we fuckin’ lost is on Gregory’s fuckin’ head.”

She processes all that. It doesn’t make the torture any easier to swallow, though. “I don’t like you keeping him in the cells.”

“What the fuck else would you have me do?”

“Execute him. Being tortured for six months has to be worse than dying!”

“That’s the fucking point!”

Maddie starts to cry at the sudden loud noise. Chuck rushes over to her to calm her.

“It’s okay, baby,” Chuck gently says as she lifts the little girl and cradles her in her arms. “Shh.”

Negan comes over and sets his hand on the baby’s head. “I’m sorry,” he whispers to Chuck. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.”

Chuck just nods as she tries to get the baby back to sleep.

“I’m really sorry, Chuck. But he’s fuckin’ staying where he is.”

She looks up at her husband, then back down to their baby. She’s not going to agree with Negan on this, but she knows he’s made up his mind.

“Okay, Negan,” she responds quietly, the baby finally calming down in her arms.

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Ultraviolence - Chapter 4 (Negan Mafia AU)

Warnings: So much flirting, Nakedness, So much cute flirting, Inappropriate touching, Sexual tension, Language, Drinking

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AN: Somehow i managed to churn out another chapter the day after finishing chapter three

Chapter 4

Negan’s P.O.V

The girls had boarded the yacht and we were off into the ocean. Fucking beautiful day for it too. The girls were in their best dress, each with a glass of wine in hand. I was wearing shorts, a polo shirt and a captain's hat. Roxy looked beautiful as always although I still wasn't used to just how beautiful she could be. This was one of those times. She was wearing a tight fitting, cleavage enhancing, short white dress. Her hair was pulled back in an updo. She smiled softly and I returned the gesture. “I hope you brought your bathing suits ladies,” I spoke. “Oh but I was looking forward to skinny dipping,“ Ruby smirked.

Maybe later. We headed out onto the main deck where some of the girls stripped down to their bathing suits and climbed into the hot tub. Roxy leant against the railing, looking out at the ocean. She looked peaceful. I poured two more drinks and headed over to her. “Champagne?” I asked. “You breaking out the good stuff already?” “Only the finest for my favourite.” “About that, I don't appreciate you getting Gwen to follow me around. It’s creepy.”

“I’m sorry about that. Just as a mob boss when I tend to show an interest or care about someone they get hurt.” That’s how I'd lost Lucille after all. Roxy snapped me out of my thoughts by asking if I was ok. I nodded and forced a smile. “So, you care about me?” Roxy asked. “I care about all my girls. Why else would I throw this party for you ladies?” “Well apparently, last year got pretty wild for some of the girls.” “Ruby been talking shit already?” “It’s only ever bullshit that comes out of her mouth.”

I laughed, that was true. Roxy took a sip from her glass. “It feels weird to have you serve me drinks,” she giggled. “Well I can stop if you want.” “No I think you make a good waiter.” We both smiled before looking out at the ocean. Roxy made a sound of contentment, the wind rushing through her blonde hair. If only I could hold her, I think then I could really enjoy the moment.

“So how often do you come out here? If it were me I'd probably live out here,” Roxy asked. “Once or twice a month. I would use it more if I had someone to share it with.” “Well you can invite me out here anytime. “ “I'll bear that in mind.” “Do you know how to actually drive this thing?” “As a matter of fact, I do.” “Somehow I don’t believe you.” “Then I'll show you, come on.”

I held out my arm for Roxy which she linked with mine before I led her down to the bridge. I dismissed the captain for a little while, give him chance to enjoy himself. Roxy looked at me and then the ship’s wheel. “Alright then let’s set a new course. There’s a patch of land not to far from here that I think you'll like,” I smiled, taking hold of the wheel. “You mean an island?” “You want a crash course in sailing?” “I wouldn't trust myself.” “Oh, come on it's easy.”

Roxy was still hesitant so I took her hands in mine and placed them on the wheel. I stood behind her as I guided her hands to where they needed to be. I could tell she was smiling. We began to slowly turn the ship to the right. Eventually we needed to bring the yacht in close, which I taut her to do. We'd take the motor boat the rest of the way. I took off my hat and put it on her head, making her giggle. “You’re a fucking natural sweetheart. Maybe I'll let you take us back to shore later,” I beamed.

Roxy smiled back and I led her back out to the deck where she looked off at the island. It was only a small grassy thing but it was nice. After another ten minutes, we all reached the island. Roxy knelt in the grass not wanting to get her dress dirty. I set down a jumper I had brought just in case and motioned for her to sit down. She smiled her thanks and sat down, her legs stretched out straight. I sat down next to her whilst some of the girls decided to go for a swim. “You hungry? I can get Simon to grab us some stuff from the yacht,” I offered. “I was gonna head in for a swim. But later, sure.” “Alright.” Roxy got to her feet and kicked off her heels before reaching behind her to get the zip of her dress. She struggled and made a sound of frustration.

“You need a hand?” I asked. “It might make you useful,” she huffed. I got to my feet and unzipped her dress slowly. I bit my lip, god I wish I could be doing this in other circumstances. She removed her dress and thanked me, revealing her red bikini underneath. High waisted bottoms with white spots covering both parts of the outfit. She smiled softly before heading down to the edge of the island. I got rid of my shirt and followed after her. She dipped her toes in the water and squealed at how cold it was.

“Ok maybe I’ll pass on the swim,” Roxy laughed. “If you don’t get in, I’ll carry you in,” I threatened. “Don’t you dare.” I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her waist and proceeded to drag her into the water. She kicked but eventually was laughing too much to put up too much of a fight. I threw her in the rest of the way, making her scream. She resurfaced, gasping for breath and because of the cold. “Fucking asshole,” she scoffed. I laughed until she splashed me hard. So, she wanted a water fight? Fine, I’d give her one. I took a deep breath and submerged myself, grabbing her foot and pulling her down underneath with me.

Eventually the water fight ceased, both of us surrendering. Roxy swam off, doing a lap of the island. “You know I almost mistook you for a mermaid,” I smiled. “I think I’d make a good mermaid.” “Or maybe you’d make a good siren.” “Why have I got you entranced?” She smirked. “I shouldn’t have to answer that.” Roxy was starting to shiver from the cold and decided to get out of the water. I watched as she sat down next to our clothes and let the sun dry her off. I also spotted a naked, sunbathing Ruby. Probably just trying to get my attention again.

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The sun was setting and we had all made it back on to the yacht in one piece. Snacks were available as well as more alcohol. Simon tapped me on the shoulder and motioned for us to speak alone. “You’ve got a call,” he spoke. “You gonna tell me who from? Or do we have to play the fucking pronoun game?” “You’re not gonna like it. Ezekiel wants to talk.” My face dropped and I stormed down to my office, what the fuck did that smiley faced asshole want? I picked up the phone and pressed the button so the call would be patched through to this phone. “Ezekiel,” I answered. “Thank you for answering, I was starting to wonder if you were ignoring me,” came his voice on the other end of the line.

Well maybe it would be nice if you took the fucking hint asshole. “I’m assuming you must be very busy so I’ll keep this quick. Gregory’s trying to muscle his way in to your territory,” he spoke. “And why would you care?” “Just thought I would warn my mutual friend. Keep things war free.” “I’ll handle it. Thanks.” With that I decided to hang up. He could be bullshitting me for all I knew. Maybe he was the one trying to muscle his way in to my territory and it was an ambush. Either way I’d send a group out to take a look at it. I made a few calls and put the plan in place.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I didn’t need this shit when I was having such a good fucking day. There was a soft knock on my door and I called in whoever was on the side. Ruby entered my office, smiling softly. “You ok? You look tense,” she spoke. “I’m fine sweetheart, nothing you need to worry about. Was there something you needed?” “Well I've been meaning to ask you for a while now but I really need a raise.” Ruby was slowly coming closer to me as she said this. “You in some kind of money trouble sweetheart?” I asked. “You could say that.”

Ruby was now just a few inches from me now. She placed a tentative hand on my chest, her fingers playing with the hem on my collar. “Ruby if you need money you don’t need to come on to me for it,” I spoke. “But maybe I want too.” Ruby’s hand trailed down lower, grabbing me through my shorts. I closed my eyes, willing myself to not get aroused. I didn’t want her or this right now. “Ruby stop it,” I threatened. “But I really miss being with you Negan.”

She forced her hands into my shorts, taking hold of my cock. I grabbed her wrist, my hard resolve faltering for a second. At that moment, Roxy came in, her face dropping as she saw the two of us. Her eyes glasses over before she ran out of the room. I pushed Ruby away, glaring at her. “Get the fuck out before I have Gwen remove you,” I growled. Ruby’s face fell and she quickly left my office. I left myself afterwards. I needed to find Roxy and explain that bullshit. I just hoped she would actually listen to me.

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

World War III

1. I said "there's a remote" at least 10 times because I'm not a control freak but I'm also not trusting either. So i know i put an alternative to a satellite on land and I know I put a remote in case who we trusted didn't use the missle.

Now she remembers how i told her to turn the MISSLE on and off because i expected people to trust me and allow me to speak and not tell me im too stupid to not create a remote for a missle on NORTH KOREA when i lived in NEW MEXICO, USA.

Im not gonna say how. But there was also clue words this week to help her remember. But okay

2. So instead of saving the world, the world learned How to save itself. And that's better.

Our last war. And the whole world joined in. We are now completing WWIII. The best war ever!!!! That we finally are winning. The First World War that every country joined to fight and protect the world. 🌎 it was a real world war not a prissy fit over having the most money or the kings and queens (gods and goddesses) in the world.

3. The remote. I gave to the one person in the world that i knew for a fact that would kill her clone sister. No description no nothing. An active missle and it would be done 100%

4. The remote had no labels. I requested that it just look like an old hearing aid type device which i was told it was but was really a listening device we had in the cup above our sofa in NYC. But i didn't live with my parents and I didn't speak to my Uncle unless it was about is son or something wrong with the living conditions. I got my parents and neighborhood involved. I knew the consequences. So i never spoke about my days or nights and what i done in secret except on walks wirh our mouths covered or turn around and point at something random or look at the ground with our hair covering our faces, we coded/hid everything my friends and i did and even said.

4. She tested the first button then called North Korea to see what happened. The satellite had a little door which was unimportant. But it would indicate the sare was off. She was trying to figure out the turn on code which would been simple enough in a frustrated move.

5. As it was North Korea was invaded by Trump. 20 minutes into her struggle. So Kim Jong-Un unplugged it as per his instructions.

6. She understood the invasion but we needed the missle more than ever. So she tried to get him to turn it on. He refused because the satellite door closed. So they thought it was Broke. No. Its a dam on and off switch. Look its on!! look its off! SIMPLE look out the window!!

7. He wouldn't turn on the missle which would then turn on both the missle and satellite by default. SIMPLE.

8. She couldn't figure out the remote! They said it didn't exist! And no one would tell me what was going on. And the remote wouldn't plug in a missle launcher!! Im fucking sorry world!! 🌎

9. She had no instructions and no labels. She was to tell Kimmy she was experimenting. So he could tell her how to label it if she felt it was safe. With a number system only she remembered. But he wouldn't answer the phone because he got a new phone number for the missle room. She didn't know -- it just rang and rang. By the time she figured it was safe enough to interrupt the missle Trump invaded and Kimmy went to the bunker!!

10. She just tonight hit the button that notifies him what is happening to the machine which she hadn't had a chance to do before he unplugged it.

11. Everyone thought the priority was to fix the unbroken satellite. While holding hostage the Trump invader.

12. I can protect Ethan with falling planes that I wreck into with a Chinook i use my palms to propel on the dash board. I can run a war from a bedroom with nothing but my heart and soul and heal millions of dead. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOCK DOWN A MISSLE LAUNCHER INTO REMOTE MODE to go out for tea OR TELL IF A SATELLITE IS NOT BROKE. that is what i was told multiple times. And not by North Korea. My own fucking team that has studied every fucking thing I've done and seen i make Plans A - D just to walk myself to the bathroom. And assures me in the midst of a war that i am being throughly researched so we win. "Go get 'em champ!"

13. So last night i found William still working on the fucking satellite who said the piece was being made and it was 10 fucking days. For an on and off switch that was cosmetic and the actual switch was 1 foot inside the satellite in a bullet proof box that could never break. And hes begging to doubt anyone was actually making it.

14. This is bullsjit i said. Its not even fucking broken. I'm having a fit. Look at this fucking shit and i magnet in 18 satellites. "Get what you want" scream at one guy inside an old 1980s one i called Direct TV because it had a 2 way camera on it. So I use part of his to make a bullet shooter because this shit... Was on my last nerve. And i shoot EVERY GODDAM thing i can't see.

15. People from other people were calling the International Space Station asking "does she have a problem today?"

16. Yes And every galaxy was losing their evil. Cause Fuck i needed help so did they.

17. William finally finished not fixing the satellite and I propped open the button to turn it into a two seater. And we went to find out who i killed in the International Space Station. 45. So the 2/3 unhappy due to 10% were happy we found.

18. Truth or Consequences would take 5 and a half minutes to complete. Now it takes 6 and a half seconds. William sped it up. And set it to the core.

19. My GPS range is only 105 miles. Now 102.

World War III is almost over. It will be over -- should be -- by the time that the last time zone enters 2020.

Its been Hell.

We can all see that while us world leaders and I the smartest and bravest of any galaxy can still be overtaken by one troll.

Which is why we must always remember to work together.

My plans had no flaws. It was prepared for absolutely everything.

20. Even air war. The planes were all bullet proof and battle proof except the Pilot Windows. I designed the eQ2 fleet. Convinced her that they would open the windows like WWII planes for fun and should. Because nothing in the world would be better so don't waste money on extra bullet proofing. We gained one jelly filled body, only lost one good one arm and one jelly filled body (due to water and Tree healing) and millions of evil and clones. And I also used those planes to protect Ethan as they crashed and William protected Logan's twin today as i was busy.

21. I also designed the Chinook since 1998 in 2008 i made upgrades.

World War Three was a success for Planet Earth, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, Jupiter, San Frensesno, and Pluto plus many more including Mars and Venus.

And it was only fought on Earth all others remained Peaceful.

And each planet saw how to protect their planet so now in the future they can be as protected as us. I asked them not to intervene as i don't know their planets. Except in dire emergency. They didn't. So we did a fucking good job.

22. Pluto we designed War assistance together so we knew them. Since 1994 they have been here to protect us. That is why it became uncategorized as a planet.

So Happy New Year. I'm sorry NYC I missed it once again. It's only 10 pm here

Im down to 98 miles.

What have I said?

Our plan of defense and protection failed.

We continued to defend as we were attacked and successfully protected.

...

We failed at working together. So we got more people to help us. And when that was scary, we called Pluto and gave them the honor they deserve. And they loved it.

So ask for help.

"Hey babe help me with the dishes" and talk about your day you'll probably end up in giggles if you talk about me.

"Hey babe. Finish reading that paperwork I was sent on missiles will you" and you may just end up saving the world.

"Hey doofus, remind me every once in a while that you died in 1998. That would help me a whole lot to figure shit out on my own and beat amnesia because i been beat in the head too much" and you may Just never know to fucking say that!!! So don't let your soulmate trick you into saying something stupid!

So ask for help when you know you need it.

The world knew how much they wanted to help. Did y'all know how much we needed it? In the end... We really didn't. But the world needed to help. And we needed to help them. Us.

My Twin Brother doesn't drive 362 mph on training days because we like to take the slow lane.

We wanted every one to be happy and safe as fast as possible.

That was a downfall as soon as Gary Trump found out how to regrow the penis I shot off in 1984 on purpose, cause he is a pervert. He thought he could finish taking over the world with his greed.

And what happened class?

He began to. And we dominated him. We would gotten to the satellite and we would still fought the way we had even if he was still alive. But the healing and damage would been much greater.

We could have handled it easy. We had mild shit. Y'all if I25 had air war which did until I announced no GPS or lights and the neighborhood commander retreated and admitted defeat and announced surreandered.

I could had had the planes fall to protect y'all. And still had time for Wichita Texas with brothers Ethan, Logan and Ezekiel.

I pulled William and Matt out for their sakes. They needed a break, anyway. It wasn't punishment it was to protect them as they were targets. Sure its easy to heal but come on. Why for when your mom and dad are here for the first time in thirty years? Don't go to work. It's safer and healthier on Earth... Or was supposed to be for William.

Yet a bad thing worked fine in the end.

Because we all began caring in ways we hadn't before or in a long time.

For the first time Mr McNabb lost a child. Before he never had the loss his children did when he was taken in as a hostage then human trafficking victim. So he finally learned the sadness his children felt all their lives when thinking about their parents. The craziness he thought he saw was actually beauty of the mind and heart working together not to just survive but help others as well and to help them heal. And now he sees his sons not only as fierce fearless warriors but also as healers that are gentle and kind. And he can recognize the sadness and fear he kept hidden all these years. And finally let it go.

Tonight if you have Pluto with you. I am on the west mesa near the Belen airport.

Up here your loved one will stay the longest.

If you are evil. Your last moments can be spent here and may be finally for once your greedy heart can begin to grow. Much like the Grinch and you have a chance to save your soul

I am the only Jesus you will ever know.

I am at 70 miles range now. At 1050 pm

[takeiteasypeasybaby]

Save Me: Chapter 69 - Back To You

~Hey guys! Chapter 69 is out today :) I can’t believe there are only eight chapters left of Save Me :0 Love y’all and have a good week~

Molly is further along in her pregnancy and is now one month away from giving birth, but with tensions heating up in Alexandria, will this put a strain on her wellbeing? With Molly's happiness on full display, Michonne makes a revelation while she discusses with Ezekiel what they have both lost.

Six months later...

I slowly rolled like a giant marshmallow out of bed and supported my back with my hand as I stood up and stretched.

Negan was getting dressed for the day as I went to stand in front of the mirror and admired my large baby bump.

I smiled as I stroked my stomach over my large t shirt.

Negan chuckled, saying 'look at you!' as he walked up slowly behind me and wrapped his hands over mine.

He kissed my cheek sweetly and said 'I love you' as he nuzzled into my neck.

I giggled as I rested my head against his.

'I have a council meeting so could you do dinner for Lydia after training?' I asked as I kissed him sweetly and walked over to get dressed and picked up my gun.

The holsters were too far down to bend so I didn't need to wear them but I took my gun just in case.

Negan frowned and said 'whatcha doin over there?' as he saw the gun.

I rolled my eyes and said 'alright mr protective, it's just in case'.

He walked over and placed it back down onto our chest of drawers.

'Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I still can't handle myself. If anything happens to our baby...' I said worriedly as Negan held my hand and said sternly 'If anyone tries to harm you or our baby, I will kill them'.

I nodded, saying 'I know, but promise me you'll be safe too', he smiled 'always am'.

He walked me to the meeting and kissed me goodbye as I smiled back at him.

I loved how protective he was being over us, I thought as I stroked my stomach.

He was protective of me before, but this was next level and I was loving it.

Negan and I weren't so much worried about people in Alexandria harming our baby, but with the war getting closer and me being due in a month, we were on red alert.

I thought that out of everyone, Rosita would be the least supportive but she became one of the ones I relied on most nowadays.

It was like this before with us, before Negan, but I never thought we would get to have this again.

She had had a baby in this walker filled world, so she knew what it was like.

She showed me great recipes for pregnant women, natural creams and potions for sore skin and muscles.

We were finally getting our friendship back and it felt wonderful.

Lydia's POV//

After training, I went straight to the laundry place, knowing that Negan was working there.

I felt hesitant because of my attack which still loomed over me in my mind, but I knew nothing could hurt me with Negan there.

I sat down and starting prodding the earth with a stick, looking for worms.

Negan came round with a wheelbarrow of washing and smiled, saying 'hey kiddo'.

I replayed in my mind all of the horrible things those three had said to me months ago and why they did it.

'What's up?' Negan asked as he saw my sad expression.

I raised my eyebrows and said 'just trying to clear my head'.

'Gage and his friends started again today, even after they were punished' I said sadly.

Gage had made sure no one was looking and put a brown bag over this head like a whisperer mask just to torment me.

I wanted to tell Molly, but she already has a lot going on with the baby.

'Again? Jesus' he said sadly.

'You said to kill em with kindness, that's not doing shit now is it?' I replied angrily.

'I did say that, but that was before he attacked you, so now I'm saying screw em. Tell Molly, she'll deal with them for ya. I would, but if I did, I'd be right back in that cell' he said sternly.

I nodded, saying 'they've had their last chance, I just want them gone'.

'Well, then knowing you two badasses, they'll be long gone' he said smiling.

I chuckled, feeling much better about the situation until I got serious again.

'I don't want Molly anywhere she could get hurt' I said seriously.

Negan nodded and said 'me neither kid, that goes for you too. I don't want either of you close to this when it happens, get one of the council to do it'.

'What are you two whispering about?' Molly said jokingly as she came over.

I looked at Negan and he nodded for me to tell her.

Once I explained everything she had a rage filled look on her face. I had to admit, even I was scared.

'Should've brought the gun' she said to Negan in annoyance.

'Molly please don't do this, get someone else to' I pleaded but her mind was made up.

She explained to Michonne but because she disagreed, Molly couldn't kill them.

I wanted them dead, I had fantasised about it for a long time but I couldn't risk Molly getting hurt in all this.

Molly sighed, ordered Gabriel and Aaron to take Gage and the other ones who'd bullied me and banish them from Alexandria.

They kicked and put up a fight but there would be 'no exceptions' as Molly called it as she walked me back home.

'I should've done that sooner Lydia, I'm sorry' she said as she hugged me.

'Thank you for doing it now' I replied happily as I even felt myself breathing a little easier.

I was glad to know that the others were also on my side now.

I pulled away and asked if I could feel Molly's baby bump.

She smiled and said 'yes' as she placed my hand gently.

I felt a kick against my hand and gasped.

'She likes you' Molly said softly, 'is that your big sister?' Molly cooed at the bump.

I smiled.

'How do you know it's a girl?' I asked confusedly.

She looked down and said 'I don't, but I can almost sense it'.

'I'm your sister Lydia' I whispered to the bump as I felt another kick.

I looked up at Molly in excitement as she stroked my hair.

'You'll be the best sister ever' she said softly as I smiled.

Negan came over to us and said 'is it all finished?'.

Molly told him what happened and he smiled, 'no exceptions' as she repeated the same thing.

They both hugged me as Negan and I stroked Molly's stomach.

'Mom says it's a girl' I said to Negan as I listened to the kicking.

Negan chuckled, saying 'did she now?'.

Molly giggled and said 'she did, I have a feeling...then we'll have the two best girls in the world'.

Negan smiled, saying 'how'd we get so damn lucky?' as he kissed Molly's forehead, then mine, then the baby bump.

'Alright, what do my girls want for dinner? Spaghetti?' he said with a raised eyebrow at Molly.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled saying 'fine, you can have your  favourite'.

Negan said 'yes!' as he fist bumped the air and continued 'last one to the house has to wash up!' as he raced me.

Molly walked slowly behind as she shouted, 'I'm pregnant, you asshole!'.

Negan and I giggled as he ran back and lifted Molly in his arms to carry her to the door.

'Jesus Christ!' he yelled as he carried her breathlessly.

Molly chuckled as he continued, 'you are-' as she shot him a stern look making him change his words, 'you are light as a feather darlin'.

In that happy moment, I had forgotten about my past, my mother.

All I knew now were my true parents, the ones who loved me and protected me and now that I would have a sister, I would protect my family to the end.

Michonne's POV//

After the exile of Gage, Marcus and Tom, I needed to leave the compound to clear my head.

I knew that Ezekiel was on his way back to Alexandria after spending time with Carol at Oceanside, but I didn't plan to meet him unexpectedly on the bridge we'd since repaired all those years after Rick.

I still went to that bridge to feel close to him, like he was with me.

That was where we found his gun so a part of me thought that one day, he would reappear here too.

I looked up to see Ezekiel standing there on the edge of the bridge.

He looked like he was about to jump so I ran to him and begged him to come back down.

After Carol and Henry, his kingdom as well, I knew why he was up there.

'I'm not going anywhere' I said quietly as I reached for his hand, he grabbed it eventually and hugged me tightly.

'It's okay, It's okay' I said softly as we hugged, he pulled away and kissed me suddenly.

I furrowed my brows in confusion but kept my eyes closed.

'I'm sorry' he said startled by the whole thing as he collapsed to his knees and cried.

'I had a Kingdom, a reign and what did I do with it? I failed. Benjamin, Shiva, Henry and then the Kingdom and Carol' he said sadly.

'I don't even know how to talk to her anymore' he continued as he looked down.

'I didn't know what I was gonna do when I came out here' he said looking out onto the water below us.

I sighed and looked down.

'I've been here before, not here. But where you are, a long time ago when I was on my own. I was in a dark place, eventually I just gave up' I said sadly.

'What did that feel like?' he asked.

'It feels like a mask, till it doesn't' I said smiling.

'My old mask saved my life, but I haven't been there for so long' he said now looking at me.

I nodded and said tearfully 'somehow, it's harder the second time around, especially when you get used to having someone there, that partner in crime'.

'And yet I smile' he said softly in an air of hope.

Somehow seeing Molly with her family brought back all the pain of losing Rick, I just wanted to see his face one last time, to say goodbye, but I never got to.

It's like I can feel him still with me but I can't touch him.

It always happens that way, we always go back to our first loves, Molly with Negan and me with Rick.

I know that somehow, someway, I will see him again...

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