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“So now you know the answer to my riddle? Face smudged with ashes, but it’s not chimney sweep. Hat with feather and crossbow, but it’s not hunstman. Dress embroidered in silver, but she’s not a Princess. Who is it?”
Tři oříšky pro Popelku (1973), dir. by Václav Vorlíček.
Summary: hunters don’t normally get a way out of the hunting life and when they have a chance few take it, (y/n) is no different. She saw a way out and took now - now two men, Sam and Dean Winchester want her drag her back into that life. But the question is, will she let them?
Pairing: happy lowman x reader
Side characters: tig, jax, chibs, dean, sam, gemma
Today started out like any other day - Happy the infamous killa woke up to the sight of his beautiful old lady beside him. He checks the clock beside his beside - it reads 7:30 AM. With a slight grunt he sits up from the bed and makes his way towards the bathroom - his bare ass on display. After a much needed shower and checking on his old lady one last time Happy leaves off for the club, but not before giving his old lady one final kiss on the crown of her forehead.
10:30 AM rolls by when (y/n) begins to actually wake up - her and her husband Happy had a long...rough night. One that involve a lot of moaning and grunting. With a yawn she stretches her body and stands from the bed - looking around she notices Happy is gone. Glancing towards the clock she scoffs - figures he wouldn’t wake her up. Now she’s late for work - but Gemma wouldn’t mind. Last night was Happy and hers 4 year anniversary.
After taking a much needed shower, getting dressed and making a light breakfast that consisted of eggs, bacon and a waffle - (y/n) hopped in her car and drove off to the shop.
Upon arriving (y/n) was greeted by the sight of her boys - her boys being Chibs, Happy and Jax who all seemed to be having a very heated decision outside. Parking the car she exits it and walks up behind the duo calling out to them - “Yo, what’s going on here boys?!”
All three fellas turn around to greet (y/n) - all grunt upon hearing her question. “We’re backed up today - Gemma has to sort through the number books, most of the guys are out on runs and we have about four to seven customers coming today to have their cars fixed.
“Well I can help you boys,” (y/n) says with a shrug not seeing the big problem the boys were having. With narrowed eyes she says, “And....”
“We have to make a deal with the rivaling gang - we ran out of our shipments for guns and need more.” Happy grunts out.
“Wow...okay, that is a lot.” (Y/n) places her hands on her hips and bites her lip thinking of a way to handle this - normally if juice wasn’t around she was the one helping them or if they were stuck on a plan she was the one helping them plan things out. They had no clue about her background - assuming she did something that involved the force cause she always seemed to get them outta trouble.
“I’ll call up some old friends - see if they have extra. If they do I’ll just need one of you to go pick them up. It’s a few states over but they’re the closest to Charming.” (Y/n) says having already taken out her phone to dial up the old number.
“You know you didn’t have to do this right lass?” Chibs says.
“Yeah but think about it, you get guns from the rival gang that can turn into many wrong ways for you guys. Like for one, it’s only three of y’all. It could be a set up and depending on how many men come to this gun exchange you guys are toast. Two, they could trick you guys into owing them - a lot of fucking money might I add. So yeah, I did need to help you boys.”
Happy smirks and wraps his hands around the females mid section pulling her body close towards his own. “You so helpful baby,” he grunts in his ear, his lips tease at her earlob. “I got something else you can help me with little girl.”
With a playful roll of her eyes (y/n) pushes her husband back with her elbow, “Slow down there buckaroo. We have company.” (Y/n) nods her head over to Jax and Chibs who watches the couple with slight smiles on their faces.
“Y’all cute....it’s disgusting.” Jax fakes gag.
“You tellin me lad - look at them. They’re whipped!” Chibs also fakes gag.
“Alright boys funs over, get y’all asses to work.” (y/n) says shoving all three of them into the direction of the repair shop. “The customers should be arriving soon and I’ve got a call to make.”
With a tug at her arm Happy pulls (y/n) into a full lip locking - tongue smacking, teeth clashing kiss. “Come inside once you’re done little girl,” smacking her ass Happy parts from his lover.
With a roll of her eyes the (h/c) haired female pulls out her phone dialing up the familiar phone number she waits...until picking up on the other end is a another guy. His voice slightly high and sweaty.
“Hey Joey - I was wondering, how many guns can you lend me?”
“Hey (nickname) - for what exactly ?!”
“Let’s say you’re going into a warehouse - maybe two filled with a bunch of werewolves.”
“That’s suicidal! Don’t tell me that’s what you doing (nickname)?!”
“No - god no! I’m out of the business you know that.”
“Then whatcha need guns for?”
“Shit might be going down in the town in staying at and I don’t really feel like watching anyone die - especially since I’ve gained quite a few close friends here. So what do you say, can you lend me some guns?”
“Enough to kill two warehouses full of werewolves?!”
“That’ll cost you....”
“How much?”
“That girl....Cindy. I want her number...”
“Perv...but alright I’ll give you her number in exchange for the guns.”
(Y/n) didn’t have to see her friends Joey to know that idiot was grinning like a fool in love. “I’ll have one of my guys come pick it up, just give me a place and time and I’ll pass the message on.” With that said the two ended the call.
The day was long and hard - customer after customer came by and eventually the boys came back from whatever running they had to do - now with more hands on deck the guys had help and the customers got to leave early with all their car problems fixed. Now it was late evening, 6:40 PM the sun was still high in the sky but was slowly starting to fade, everyone sat inside at the bar relaxing and talking. It was all good - everything was peaceful until knocking sounded at the clubhouse door.
Hands on guns - ready to fire some of the club members stood up. Happy being one of them. He’s quick to push his old lady behind him, “Careful, stay behind me.”
Jax is the one to answer the door - standing outside he’s greeted by the sight of two men. One taller than the other by a few couple of inches. “May I help you gentlemen?” Jax asks hand still on his gun even though they can’t see it.
“Yeah uh - we’re looking for a old buddy of ours. (Y/n) (L/n) have you seen her?” The shorter man says.
“Who’s looking for her?” Jax glares, ever since (y/n) had come into the clubs house they couldn’t help but be thankful for her. Not many woman could handle the club house - heck even his mom couldn’t especially with all the stress and harm the club brought with them but (y/n) she took everything the club had to throw her way like a champ and for that they all were very protective of her.
“We are. My names Sam Winchester and this right here is my brother Dean Winchester.” The tall one says pointing to himself and the shorter male. “We need her help.”
Bucci gang
black anime characters
Later, the Joker held a little memorial at the Ace Chemical plant.
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every moment of luca changretta (2 ∞)
Jaguar XK 120 Coupe
© lunaz
caught up walking dead today and by jove, daddy looking fiiiiiiiiiine
Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N! Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning. Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.
Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee
Chapter One: Everybody Dies
You were silent and nervous at the new place with Negan and his men. The night you arrived people looked at you oddly, even more so due to the fact you clung to Negan like glue. The only person you really trusted, trust was a stretch, he was safe. The morning after, he passed you off to a woman named, Mary. You didn’t see him for a few days after that.
Mary, whilst she was nice wasn’t safe. It was also boring, Negan’s policy of living was different to the one you had come from; you pull your weight, you are rewarded or something to that extent. Being the youngest out of everyone wasn’t fun, Negan allowed you time to adjust, meaning you had nothing to do but wait till Mary got back to her room.
You prided yourself on being adventurous. You used to somehow always manage to leave your mother’s overbearing side, a door which unlocked, wasn’t going to stop you from looking around. Negan’s community was in some kind of warehouse, huge and industrial, it housed many people; more than your last community. You didn’t see any harm in looking around, seeing exactly what this place was like. Stretching on your tippy-toes you opened the door, peeking out and then walking out into the cold corridor, shutting it with a little click before carrying on your adventure.
Throughout your little adventure, you had to hide, not to be seen or spotted by one of Negan’s men, you didn’t exactly know if you were allowed to just walk around and you didn’t exactly want to find out the answer to that question.
You came to door, the window looking out was shining sunlight, you smiled and pushed it open. The rays of golden light hitting your face instantly, warming you up a little. You walked out and see a line-up of motorcycles, various colours and styles, you also spotted two men with their backs to you. Leather jackets, jeans and talking loudly amongst themselves, you swiftly turned and walked around the corner of the building.
You noticed a tall, caged fencing, with a frown you stepped closer and through the panels of woods that reinforced the fencing you could see movement. You recognised that sound, the sound of growling and frustrated grunts, yet you still looked. It was some kind of obstacle course, various junk was scattered and those people admitted throughout.
Then from the right, suddenly, a man began to violently shake the fencing for attention. His clothes were just sweats, grey with a large ‘H’ spray painted on in yellow. He had this terrified look in his eyes, they were locked on you and he was panting heavily, sweating under the sunlight.
“Little girl,” he rattled the fence. “You gotta help me,” he persisted, “Open the gate, please?”
Stepping back, it made him rattle the fence in frustration. “Why are you in there?”
“Because I tried to leave,” he tells you, “they found me and brought me back here, please. Just open the gate, I gotta get outta here,” he begged and you nodded once but before you can walk a hand is placed on your shoulder.
It’s large and warm, judging by the man’s wide, shocked eyes you know who it is. You look up as Negan is giving a hearty smile to the man behind the fence, you recognise two of the men from a few nights ago beside Negan.
“Well, hello to you too, Bill,” Negan calls out, “I see you met our newest resident, Y/N, I hope you weren’t trying to make her open that gate. Get her in trouble, get her thrown in there with you, I’d hate for another life be on your hands.”
Negan was clean shaven, leather jacket zipped up and the same baseball bat in his left hand, he had a menacing grin plastered on his face. The other guy, behind the fencing, named Bill was clinging to the metal; shaking under Negan’s stare. You could hear the slight rattling of the fence under the white-knuckled tightness of Bill’s hands, you frowned at his terrified eyes, did he actually deserve to be in there?
“Mike, take Bill to his… room, I’ve got to have words with this little sweetie.” Negan grabbed your hand with his right, pulling you a little forcefully away from the caged area and around the building. A few men littered, watching guard and a few working on the massive trucks. “Where’s Mary?” It was a simple question, yet, you didn’t know the answer.
You lightly shrugged, still holding his hand. “I don’t know,” your voice was small and delicate amongst the loud noises around you. “I didn’t intend to get caught, you know,” he let out a loud chuckle at that.
“A little smart ass,” he commented before he stopped walking. “I didn’t put you in Mary’s care for you to wander off and talk to our castaways,” you look over your shoulder, trying to still see where Bill was kept and Negan chuckled. “We survive. We provide security to others. We bring civilisation back to this world. We are the Saviors.” He gestured around, the men all nodding, “And people who don’t abide by the rules, get punished, Bill, didn’t tell you that he ransacked our medicine, and killed three men in the process of him ‘leaving’. Fair punishment, fitting for his crime.”
You were silent for a minute. “Am I going to go in there?”
“No. Unless you break the rules,” he looks down at you. “I get it. You’re adventurous, curious about this place. It’s okay, I just don’t want you running around alone, not a lot of the men here are very forgiving if you get in their way.” You gave a little nod, “you’ll get used to living around here soon enough,” Negan name is then called, “I’ll have someone take you back to Mary’s room. No more wondering without supervision, got it?” You nodded and he did back before walking around you.
“He has bigger things to worry about than a little girl,” Mary tells you walking through the Sanctuary’s corridors. “He’s busy still proving to everyone around here he’s leader, it’s a climb to get everyone to completely trust you, he has to be seen as alpha around here. He can’t do that with a little girl clawing at his leg, can he?”
Mary was a small, agile women. Blonde hair and kind eyes, it was easy to see why Negan trusted you with her, he passed you off to motherly figure. There probably wasn’t many around and she seemed to be the only one, so far, that wasn’t cold and horrible towards you.
“He’s trying to lead all these people?” You asked walking into the workhouse, she chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, he has his second in command, Simon.” You remembered Simon, he hadn’t been around much. “Negan has outposts for miles around, a lot of the soldiers are at those with communities of their own. I was at one before this, I was brought here to look after you,” she nudged and you smiled a little.
There were tables all lined up, piles of either food or clothing on them. Mary had explained the point system to you, this was the first time you had seen it played out. It reminded you of the Flea Markets your mother used to take you to before all of this. There was a man dealing with medicine, another women with food and other necessities a human may need.
“Did you used to get allowances?” Mary asked you nodded lightly. “Well, this is that. You earn points and you spend those points on stuff here, it’s pretty simple and easy to follow, you have few that still try to get around the system. It’s our way of life, now yours!”
You followed Mary around as she got food, a few little things that she needed, she was nice enough to get a chocolate bar for you.
“Don’t wonder off, stay where I can see you, kay?” You nodded and walked around the large warehouse room.
The bustling of people, lining up for what they wanted or needed. You slowly strolled around, eating the chocolate, getting bumped into and pushed around because of how small you are. You peeked over a table, smiling at the man sitting behind it, clothes piled on the surface.
“You must be the new resident,” he amused. His ageing face was either due to the torment of today’s problems or just him ageing. “Must be a big change,” he sighed.
You nodded, “It was a lot smaller and I lived in a house,” he nodded, “and everyone shared what was found, you didn’t have to work or earn, it was given.” He perked up at that, “Maybe that’s why it failed?”
“Nonsense,” He smiled. “That sounds like our new worlds, a new paradise,” you chuckled lightly, “Who knows, maybe, one day that will happen here. I’m Martyn.” He sighed but stands up, you frown and turn seeing two of Negan’s men walking over, shoulders tense.
“Leftie,” The bald one called, “Wade needs new jeans, whatcha got?” Not even glancing down at you as he comes around the table, lightly knocking into you.
The man, Martyn, sighed. “Again? That’s his third pair this month,” causing the man beside you to chuckle at that. Martyn shifted through the clothes he had laid out, “in your own time, leftie.” It was only when he struggled to go through the clothes you noticed one arm, the other sleeve was pinned to keep out of the way.
“He’s going as fast as he can,” you speak up with a little frown, Martyn shakes his head at you but you ignore it. Both men look at another with raised eyebrows, “His name is Martyn, not Leftie!”
The shorter one of the two, light red hair, almost blonde knelt down. “Listen, little girl, let the adults take care of this.” He smiled, “Just cause Negan brought you here doesn’t mean you can mouth off, you don’t get no privileges.”
Mary came running up, closing her hands around your shoulder and giving apologetic smiles to both of Negan’s soldiers. “I am so sorry, I told her not to go wandering off,” you looked up at her as she glared down at you but shakes her head.
“Mary, I don’t want to have to tell, Negan, that you can’t handle the child,” He stands up and she nods once. “Teach her some manners, when to keep her little mouth shut, we then won’t have a problem.”
“Y/N,” you tell him and he frowns, “My name is Y/N, you give basic respect, you receive basic respect; what my dad used to say.” Mary chuckles and tucks you under her arm, a little behind her as the man glares at you.
Martyn butts in with handing the jeans, muttering apologies for taking so long. You were glaring at the two men who took the jeans, giving Martyn a few words before turning to Mary, looking her over once. Their scowls made your skin crawl.
“Well, little girl, you’re here because your daddy is dead. Got it? So, whatever that useless fuck taught you are now forgotten. You respect people higher than you, that’s about everyone in this goddamn place, ya hear?” You looked to the floor, the harshness of his words tugging at your heart. Mary gave a disapproving glare to the men.
“She’s a child,” Her voice laced with motherly venom, you had heard your mother talk with the same harshness a few times before.
“No, she ain’t. In this new world, children either get killed or get you killed, don’t let it be the latter Mary, I’d hate to see you killed.” Both men nodded at Martyn, glaring at your silently crying form before leaving.
Mary took you back to her room, wherein she over a few rules to you. Mostly, not talking ANY of Negan’s men unless, completely, necessary. Negan had already said that his men aren’t entirely sympathetic, you just didn’t really think of it till now. She also told you not to go walking around on your own, even Negan said that, but you needed to talk to him.
Mary had given you a brief tour, not that you remembered where everything was, but you had the general direction to Negan’s living quarters. You heard a few female voices, you peeked from behind the wall and see three women talking before walking through a door, you frowned and snuck up behind them.
Pushing the door open silently, it was a big room and it had just those women inside. A bar was settled in the back, lavish chairs and it seemed music was playing, you hadn’t heard actual music in a while.
“Y/N?” A loud voice called your name, it caused the three women to look at you, you gave a shy smile before looking to see Negan walking towards you. “I specifically told you to not wander around alone!”
He stops a little short in front of you, crossing his arms in question. “I wanted to speak with you, I didn’t know how to find you without wandering.”
Instead of answering, he leans forward and pulls the door shut and taking your right hand, again, leading you down the corridor away from the room. He came to a door where he opened it, it was a bedroom, you skipped inside and he chuckled slightly as you sat in one of the armchairs he had settled by the window.
He followed sitting in the opposite one, raising an eyebrow as you looked, incredibly tiny against the overly large chair. “What did you need to talk to me about that couldn’t wait for you to get Mary to bring you to me? Is it about Mary? What’s she like? I’ve known her since the beginning, I figured she’d be good for you. She had two sons; you settling in a’right?”
“Fine, Mary is great, better than most of the people here.” He raised his eyebrows at that, “your men are rude. They treat anyone who is ‘below’ them poorly,” you expected some kind of response but Negan chuckled. You often got that type of response from adults when trying to be serious, often calling you ‘ferocious like a kitten!”
Negan stopped chuckling, “Listen, kid. I get it, you came from a little community that worked like equals, honestly, I wish it could be that way here. But you got to establish that the men who go out and risk their lives for them, for me, even for you now, well yeah; they deserve a new level of respect. The soldiers, my soldiers, are excluded from the point system because they deserve that privilege.”
“But they’re mean for the sake of it,” you frowned a little and Negan sighed.
“I can’t help it if people are sensitive to that,” he shrugs and that made you frown more, “You gotta develop a thicker skin to survive. You gotta work for what you want, work hard in order to get what you need, I can’t always have your back. Mary isn’t gonna always be lookin’ out for you, I’m not either, you can’t just come to me because someone isn’t treating you like a child; you aren’t one, not anymore.”
You remained silent letting his words sink in. You hated to admit it but he seemed right, you couldn’t rely on him nor Mary, plus maybe you were too sensitive. Martyn was a man, you didn’t know and you stuck up for him, he probably doesn’t care about being called ‘Leftie’. You gave a small nod, Negan nodded.
**
After your talk with Negan, you remained quiet when around Negan’s men. You didn’t want to say anything to upset them, yet it seemed you had created a feud, the two soldiers from days ago had a grudge against you. On purposefully knocking into you, telling the workers to only deal with your points when Mary was with you; only Mary was out scavenging with a small group.
It was a problem, a real one. Yet, Negan’s words echoed in your head; you can’t act like a child and go running to him when in need, you had to handle this yourself. So, that’s what you decided to do, it wasn’t going so well.
“Mary is out, I need this now,” You try to sound stern but it comes out more of a plea, the women working the food table, the broth bubbling in the pan gives a sympathetic smile. The soldier, Smith, known by his last name because there are four other John’s was standing with his arm crossed. The shorter one from when you first met Martyn. “I have all the points together, I’ve been helping with laundry, what’s the big deal?” You asked.
“You’re a child, we can’t just give you things because you may or may not have earned it, your guardian has to do that for you.”
“You can’t have it both ways,” he frowns at you, “I’m either a child or not, you can’t tell me one week to learn to be an adult and then today say I can’t buy soup because I am not an adult, so what am I?” Your little rant caused the attention of everyone to turn, you didn’t realise your usually small voice was now a yell.
Smith didn’t like that, he stepped towards you with a new fire in his eyes, the mocking smile he had was now gone and replaced with a sneer. “Listen, you no good cow, you should have died the day Negan brought you here. In fact, he should have left you, but he showed all of us his soft side. No wonder he has to work harder to prove himself, he let a stupid bitch like you live,” you backed up a step, knocking into a table as he continued to stalk to you. “Yeah, nothing to say now, no one to stupidly look out for you too. Look around you, not everyone is gonna wanna save ya, not everyone is as stupid as Negan was on that day.”
“Or compassionate,” you say before you can think. “That’s what makes him good, better than you-”
Before you can finish a force so harsh knocks you off your feet. A deep pain is stinging your cheek, your whole face really, but mostly a burning sensation is stricken on your left side. Tears welling up in your eyes, you look up at Smith who is leering over your body as everyone around is too stunned to move.
“You really, really, shouldn’t have done that Smith.”
(So, long chapter, I know. Hopefully, everyone likes this. Totally am not hinting Mary is Mary Winchester, I kinda am, it’s funny too. Love me. Let me know what you think, that helps me lot. - Rosalee)
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Adriana Lima
Batman #44 “Something Old, Something New…” Story by Tom King. Art by Joëlle Jones
cher 1970s
Cher reads her own tweets.
Luca Changretta is a big mood
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The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) + Pink
Lady Gaga es La Condesa en American Horror Story: Hotel.
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