#cherieann-2001

[drabbles-mc]

Power outage idea- The blanket Fort with EZ Angel and Anita she becomes scared and they do this to calm her down. (They are watching her because mama got called into work)

Your request is up! Hope you enjoy!

https://drabbles-mc.tumblr.com/post/684446058252779520/blackout

[crzcorgi]

Negan’s Miracle

A Negan x Twin Sister Christmas story for @cherieann-2001

Negan x Cherie (Tiny)

1700 words

Just some Negan language

Merry Christmas!

  Fucking Christmas, again. Why does it have to happen every year? Why can’t people just give it up, forget celebrating. It’s the fucking end, the apocalypse upon us. But no, everyone is in the “holiday spirit”, the Sanctuary filled with the sounds of Christmas music, children laughing. The smells coming from the kitchen so unlike the usual odors. Decorations hung from every unused space. All my sweet sister’s doing.

   Since the end, since we found this place, the Sanctuary, she insisted we make everything seem like it was before the dead walked. “For the children, Negan!” She’d say. But I knew how much she fucking missed our old lives. Before everything went to fucking hell. So, we celebrated every fucking holiday. For my Tiny.

 I was on another run, never able to just trust my Saviors to go on their own. Sighing, I stepped into yet another trash heap that was once a store, a toy store to be exact.

 “Fuck! Remind me again why the fuck you fuckers thought a toy store could be a hidden gem?” I stepped over and through crumbling debris, shaking my head in disbelief.

 “Well bossman, it’s full of shit, people figure there’d be nothing here useful. So…”

 “So you figured we’d be the fucking idiots to check it out.” I sighed. Jesus fuckity fucking Christ.

 The place was full of toys of all fucking kinds, but seemed to be void of walkers. Fucking odd, but I wasn’t gonna question it. But I still didn’t see the value of a fucking toy store. I was just about to lay into Simon again when I spotted it. I couldn’t be positive I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. I stepped through all the shit and debris until I reached it. I bent down, picking it up and shaking it off.

 “Jesus, oh my fucking god. Un-fucking-believable!”

 “Boss?” Simon yelled from a few aisles over. I didn’t realize I had spoken aloud.

 “Nothing man, keep working.” I flipped my find over and over in my gloved hand. Fuck. It was a plush rabbit, a bunny. But not just any stuffed toy, it was the same one that my baby sis had owned, had adored. Her first toy. It went with her everywhere. Up until the end and it was left behind.

 It was brand new, but probably looked worse than Cherie’s did, after years of her love. But I knew how she loved that little fucker, how much she missed it. And this would be the perfect gift for her. And I was suddenly very glad those assholes decided on checking this dump out.

 After making sure the bunny was well hidden, I made my way out to the trucks to see what the fuckers found. Which was amazingly some nice, surprisingly useful, shit. As we made our way back to the Sanctuary, I began fucking daydreaming, something I usually didn’t allow myself. But that damn rabbit triggered me. Memories fucking flooded my brain. It was actually a welcomed reprieve from the shitstorm that my life had become.

 Back at home, I headed right up to my room, figuring out how I would clean up the little treasure I’d found. And how I would keep it hidden from my nosy as fuck, Tiny. I was able to clean little “BunBun” up to look almost fucking new. I was ec-fucking-static. I was never good at gift giving, before the end I always depended on others to pick my gifts, my dear wife Lucille always buying the gifts for my sweet baby sis. And now, I mostly relied on Dwighty Boy, sometimes even one of my wives, to find something for my girl.

 But this was all me, I found what I imagined would be her favorite post-apocalyptic present. I went searching for some sort of festivy paper to wrap it in, finding some glittery shit in my wives quarters, and fucking hightailing it back to my room.

 “Negan!!!!”   Shit, Tiny.

 I slid the paper behind my back, hoping she wouldn’t spot it. “Hey sweet cheeks, thought you had something goin’ on at the nursery?”

 “I do, but I forgot something. Whatcha got behind your back Neg?”

 “Nothing doll, just something for Simon. Now why don’t you go on, I’ve got some paperwork to go over.” I carefully moved closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead.

 “Fine, don’t tell me!” She placed her small hand on my chest, patting gently. As she turned to leave, she looked back over her shoulder at me. “Downstairs at 6, party, you better be there Negan. I don’t want to have to come back up here and drag your ass down!” She giggled, sashaying out the door.

 “Language little one!”

 “I’m the same age as you silly!” I could barely hear her, as she made her way down the hall.

 I made quick work of wrapping the bunny, not the best job but I think it looked fucking fine. Making my way downstairs, fucking dreading every minute of it. It was a highlight to my sweet sister, so fucking important. And somehow every year, fucking drama would ensue, usually involving one or more of my wives. They were jealous of my relationship with my Cherbear, they didn’t understand. Never would. And I didn’t give a fuck, she would always come first. No ifs, ands, or fucking buts.

 I turned the corner, stepping into the dining area, my mouth dropping open. It was decorated, head to toe, streamers, tinsel, garland, ornaments. Everywhere. It was honestly fucking breathtaking. She’d really outdone herself. She fucking amazes me, every fucking day. She is the fucking future, she is what this world needs. My sweet tiny.

 “You came on your own Neeeeeegggg!!!!” She threw herself into my arms, almost knocking me on my ass. She began peppering me with teeny kisses on my cheeks, making me smile and laugh.

 “Fuck Tiny, you're killin’ me here!”

  She was now hanging on to me like one of those fucking teeny monkeys. “Oh stop being such a drama queen!” She patted my cheek. She looked down, seeing the package in my hand. “What’s that Neg? Something for one of your wives I suppose.” She made an irritated snort.

 “Well,” I smiled, “it is in fact for my favorite girl.”

 She tipped her pretty head, I could see the cogs turn. “Me?” She questioned me hesitantly.

 “If you want it darlin’” Before I could even finish my words, she’d shimmied down out of my arms, snatching the wrapped toy out of my hand. “Whoa princess! Watch Negan Jr!”

 She looked up at me, her nose crinkling up. “Eww, Negan!” Her smile quickly reappearing. “Can I open it?” Her eyes, so big, so fucking childlike making me dream of years past.

 “Sure baby girl, I hope you fucking like it.” I watched as she ran over to sit on a bench. She turned it over in her hands, almost as if she was savoring the moment. And just like that, the pretty paper was on the floor and the furry find was in her hands. Her eyes ever growing, her mouth falling open. Was she happy? Fuck, was she upset? Did I fuck up?

 “Negan?” She stood up slowly, gliding across the floor to stand in front of me. “It’s BunBun, you found BunBun!” Her voice cracking from emotion, tears beginning to fall down her rosy cheeks.

 I reached up to wipe them away, cupping her face in my large hand. “It’s not really BunBun, but it’s definitely his fucking cousin!” I laughed, a nervous laugh, not sure how she would react.

 She had drawn the toy up tightly in her arm, her free arm snaking up around my neck. “I know Neg, but you remembered him, and that’s what matters, right?” I pulled her into my arms, taking in all of her. My sister, my Tiny. I’d be six feet fucking under if it wasn’t for her.

 The emotions were getting to be too much. “Hey, you go enjoy your party, I’ll hold Bun for you, okay?”

 She giggled, rising on her tiptoes to give my cheek a peck. “Okay, keep him real close, okay?” She smiled, that smile that kept me sane.

 “You know I fucking will baby sis.”

 As she walked into the crowd, she turned and hollered back at me. “I’m not the baby Neg!” Her smile turning into a full fledged laugh.

 I sat down, watching the party goers, kids, adults, all laughing, dancing, singing. Not a fucking care in the world. All because of one small girl. His Tiny.

 Fuck it, I’m tired. I stood back up, scanning the room to say goodbye to Cherbear. The bunny still safe within my hand.

 “Dwight, you seen my sis?”

 “Hey boss, last I saw she was talking to Simon by the doors.” I patted his shoulder and headed out. “Negan, sir.” I looked at him and noticed he was pointing towards the doors. At my sister. At Simon. Who were fucking kissing.

 “SIMON! What the fuckity FUCK!” I started walking, jogging towards them, my free hand clenching, unclenching , itching to be holding Lucille.

 I could hear Dwight running behind me. “Negan, it’s just the mistletoe, everyone is kissing there, it might not mean anything at all.”

 Tiny broke away from Simon, coming towards me with both hands out. “Neg, don’t start! I’m a grown woman, it’s Christmas, it’s mistletoe for fucks sake!” I was fuming, my eyes never leaving Simon’s. “Give me BunBun before you squeeze all his stuffing out.”

 Dwight had grabbed Simon and the two of them had gone back into the crowd. “Fucking coward.” I mumbled under my breath. I felt a hard slap on my forearm. “Shit, baby girl, why’d you hit me?” I began rubbing it, it fucking stung.

 “He’s not a coward, you’re just a way overprotective brother.” She placed her arm through my uninjured one, guiding us out the door, but stopping before completely exiting, pointing up. “How about a kiss under the mistletoe for your favorite girl, hmm?” She tapped her cheek with a tiny finger.

 I smiled. “Sure Tiny, but I don’t see Sherry anywhere?” I acted like I was looking around when I felt another slap. “Fuck girl! You trying to incapacitate me? Jesus!” I leaned down, kissing her cheek sweetly. “You’re always gonna be my favorite, you know that.”

 “I better be, Neg. I better be.”

 Fuck, I love her.

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Girl when Negan said Daddy’s Home I got the tingles all over

I’m pretty sure I let out a totally inappropriate noise and involuntary did a kegel XD

[spnfamilybirthdays]

One More Thing

Hey @cherieann-2001, Happy Birthday!  Lots of love from your SPN Family!

Sam was watching you carefully as you unwrapped your present from him.  It was bright and early, much too early for him to be in your room, but he didn’t seem to care.

Either that or he just had no clue about your crush on him and how mortified you were that he was seeing you before you brushed your hair or teeth...

When you flipped what you quickly determined was a book over, a gasp left your mouth.  “Is this a first edition?” you asked, eyes moving quickly between Sam and the book you held.  

He nodded, holding in a smile.

“Holy crap!” you yelled, springing yourself across your bed to throw your arms around his neck.  “I don’t know who you had to bribe or kill to get this, but holy crap!”

Sam chuckled at your response, his arms finding their place around your body to hug you back.  “Only the best for the birthday girl,” he said against your shoulder. 

You could swear that he nuzzled closer to you, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

When finally the hug ended, you ran your fingers through your hair, embarrassed.  “Thank you so much, Sam.  This is...this is really awesome.”

Sam smiled, standing up.  “I was hoping that I could give you one more thing for your birthday...”  He let his thought trail off to see if you were interested.  

You were.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight, like on a date?”

Your heart probably skipped a beat or two before you were nodding your head off.  “Yes, Sam, I’d love to.”

His answering grin was all you needed for a gift, but you knew he would be giving you so much more. 

Happy birthday from @just-another-busy-fangirl

[mypapawinchester]

Make me Choose:  Jeffrey Dean Morgan

@cherieann-2001 and Anon asked: Beard or No Beard

[its-negans-lucille]

49!with me and Dwight Let's have a baby!

“Let’s have a baby.” You said in the spur of the moment.

Dwight, who was driving, swerved in surprise and almost ran you off the road. You heard the convoy of Saviour’s beep loudly from behind. Dwight proceeded to roll down the window and wave in apology. 

“What?” Dwight said after a minute of staring at the road.

“A baby.” You replied shortly, now feeling  discouraged by his reaction.

“Like, a baby baby.” Dwight asked again, frowning. 

“That tends to be what people mean when they say ‘I want a baby’.” You joked though the humour in your voice died swiftly at Dwight's silence. “Babe?” You asked leaning toward him.

“Just let me process this.” Dwight said, determinately looking at the road.

“Sure, yeah. Of course.” You replied, nodding and frowning.

You were silent for a while, the only sound being the engine’s whirring.

“Don’t you think it’s a little cruel?” Dwight asked finally, breaking the silence.

“I thought about that.” You told him. “But I think the good weighs up against the bad.” You smiled weakly. “Please.” You said imploringly.

“I’ll think about it, is that okay?” Dwight asked.

You nodded for you could see his point of thinking. Bringing a child into this world was cruel and hard and they would not have an easy life. But you needed this. 

Everyone needed this.

***

A fair bit of angst! xP 

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[lucifers-trash-stash]

Okay Fuck Marry Get drunk with! Don't hate me for this Merle Yondu Michael Rooker

How could I hate you for putting my three favorite men in the same ask hehe :P

I would fuck Merle because there’s no way that dude doesn’t get freaky. Like just the way he talks you know he’s down to get dirty haha

I would marry Yondu because he’s such a sweetheart under his rough exterior. He’s been alone most of his life and just wants people in his life that he can call family. He’d be a loyal husband even if he acts all tough most of the time :P

And I’d love to get drunk with Michael! All of the videos and interviews I see him in really show how much of a happy go lucky dude he is and I’d love to just get drunk and hang out with him. He’s lived an awesome life with amazing roles and I’d love to pick his brain and laugh with him over drinks haha

[vveissesfleisch]

Okay curiously is killing me who is this Papa fellow you guys are talking about

Papa Emeritus (I-III) is the stage persona of the lead singer of Ghost, a most excellent theatrical Swedish metal band–I would link you, but I am on mobile! He is a lovely, small, flexible little man and he is a ruiner of lives.