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Мы друг другу предназначены.

Представляешь, предназначены?

И моя рука в твоей, и мое сердце в такт с твоим.

Твои глаза, что смотрят вперед, и мои, что спасают тебя от ран.

Наверное, где-то ошиблись и привязали нас слишком крепко. Стальной нитью.

Так, чтобы не разорвать. Чтобы мы не смогли, а другие пытались.

Огнем, пулями, приказами. Да кто же сдержит?

Когда ты бежишь ко мне — лучше не стоять на пути.

Когда я прижимаюсь к тебе — меня не оторвать ничем.

Или нам только кажется? Или только нам на глаза пелена упала, что вместе до конца? Что паутина не для нас липка?..

Знаешь, я не хочу так думать. Не хочу знать, что нас друг от друга забирают. Не будет другого меня, а если будет, то такой, что все равно тебя любит. Или полюбит.

Другой судьбы нет, как бы не противились.

И неожиданно, обухом по голове, я кричу? падая. Ты кричишь, хватая воздух рукой.

Так не должно было быть. Отчаянье — удавкой на горле. Кости — вон из тела.

Небо, покрытое ржавчиной, нас делит на бесконечное множество.

Ветер сдувает нас пылью и не возвращает назад.

И будто сотни лет, как мы знакомы, разбиты. Не склеить, не сшить, не спаять.

Как же легко это оказалось.

Мы слишком самонадеянны и платим беспамятством.

Представляешь, мы друг другу были предназначены.

Представляешь, не могли жить без глаза в глаза, без губ в губы.

А что сейчас? Кто я, кто ты?

Человек без прошлого. Отголосок войны.

Раньше — мы.

Сейчас — по отдельности.

Я

И ты.

It is sad when the person learns about group in day of accident. Such darling, beautiful, such Vitamin… When I read about EunB and about car accident, I unconsciously think about Super Junior. Thoughts that someone from guys will be lost, are awful. I cry when I look at a photo of this girl. What will be, if Sj?.. It frightens. Rest in piece, dear EunB. Ladies Code, fighting!

In love with this soft stuff 😍😍 especially Richie being small spoon

Can you do some Headcanons for Bichie???Soft Bichie????

Hiiii it’s late af so sorry~ but here they are hope you enjoy! :))) ____________

• Richie and Bill look like the roughest couple ever on the exterior but they are really soft as helll •They has their first fight over who was the big spoon; Bill was not about to relinquish the title•Richie would never admit it, but he loves being the little spoon. He loves the feeling of Bills sharp chin resting on his head and he loves the way his curls ruffle when Bill breathes into it•When they first got together, they literally never told anyone; each loser found out for themselves, and ohh boy was that fun. •They go on dates every Saturday•They alternate between choosing where to go and what to do. If Bill wants to go to a movie, then they’ll go to the movies and Bill will pay for it, but Richie gets to choose where to eat and he has to pay for it. •Richie calls Bill “Big Bill” for more than one reason if you know what I mean ;) •Bill always brings Richie breakfast in the mornings to school because he know that the other boy will forget. •Richie knows Bills coffee order front and back. •Richie never pranks Bill because he knows that Bill will not hesitate to give him the cold shoulder and he hates that •Richie would also never admit that he is the biggest fucking hopeless romantic everrr •He leaves the cheesiest love notes in Bills locker but he writes them each in a different voice. •Bill cringes while reading them but he’s saved every last one of them•Once all the losers find out, their levels of PDA are ridiculously high. •Richie always sits in Bill’s lap. Always. •Every Wednesday, they go to the Barrens by themselves. And Bill sits up, leaning against a tree, with a book in his hand. He is trying to improve his speech and his stutter •Richie no longer makes fun of Bills stutter, instead, he braids flowers together and listens patiently as Bill stumbles through the text. •Richie spends a lot of time at Bills house and Bill always leaves his window open if Richie ever needs it •Bill gave Richie a set of keys to his house because he knows how Richies Home life can get. •On The anniversary of Georgie’s Death, Bill always breaks down, and Richie is always there to hold him. •Richie loves kissing Bills forehead •If you think Richie doesn’t show up to school on a daily Basis with a shit ton of love bites from Bill you are WRONG •Richie is never embarrassed of them either in fact he shows them off much to the Losers chagrin•Richie loovessss flirting with Bill- he’ll almost do anything to make Big Bill blush•When They graduate High School, Bill gives Richie a promise ring— promising that wherever they are and where ever they go, they will love each other and never forget

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hi. do you have any sad ones? just ones that are so sad, you want or will cry. thank you.

I don’t read too much angst, if anyone knows more, please reply to the post!

Heart Of The Matter

For The Best And For The Worst

You’ve Got The Best Of Me

The Great Pretender

In The Last Snows Of Spring

Tomorrow Is A Lifetime Away

-admin Y

First meeting of Negan and Whisperer!Carl

It was the feeling.

Danger, fear, look in the back from the shadows.

Negan stopped for a second and took a breath. He was so tired but has no right to run away. Lucille in his arms trembled a little. Sweat mixed with the rotten blood of corpses.

That was some kind of a trap, but Negan wasn't sure and the only one thing he took care of was trying to survive and killing some meat puppets. He left his "home" too far and behind this gully he found an untouched building in which it was possible to find supplies. Well, it was a nice try, but all what Negan found was meat puppets and it made him fuckin' angry.

It was something that doesn't hide, but Negan can't see anything around him except meat puppets.

It was something he don't understand.

It was something alive and it scared him so much.

The last thing Negan saw was the bared face of the puppet, and last things he felt were a fetid breath and someone's hands on his shoulders.

***

Dry heat warmed his face. Negan opened his eyes. He felt himself a little bit dizzy and he felt pain in the back of the head. He was lying on the ground, covered by his own jacket. Bonfire quietly crackled, illuminating a small circle of earth from the darkness, two old backpacks, in one of which Negan recognized his own, and a fallen tree.

At first, it seemed to Negan that he was alone here, but then he saw someone else through the yellow-red flames. Negan tensed, nervously trying to find any weapon. Only his baby girl Lucille. The stranger didn't notice his actions. Long tangled hair, forehead wrinkled and ulcered; the dried skin hung from the cheeks with pieces. A meat puppet? No. Negan was surprised to understand that he was mistaken. None of the meat puppets will sit quietly and sit at all, staring at the fire, which most likely made by self. This one was dressed in a huge checked shirt and was sharpening machete.

It was a human who wears meat puppet's skin!

"Who are you?" coughed Negan and tried to sit up.

Man stared at him. Light blue eyes belonged to a living person, not a corpse.

"Who the fuck are you?!" growled Negan. "Answer me you bastard!"

Stranger ignored him.

"Take it off. Take it off and talk to me!" growled Negan again.

His rude order worked. Man put down machete and raised his hand to his face, pulling off the skin. Negan gasped. It was a boy maybe sixteen years old with long brown hair, pale skin and big blue eyes.

"We live without names. They aren't necessary anymore. If you have interest, I'm Omega and nothing more," whispered he. His voice was so quiet that Negan needed to concentrate to hear his words.

"You are just a little kid."

The boy shrugged. The shirt too big for him created the illusion that he was very small and fragile. But Negan knew it was a lie. Calm and emotionless expression, hard and ice-cold look, skillful movements of hands working with a knife. The same danger that Negan felt earlier.

"Yes I am. So what?" raised his eyebrows Omega.

"What the fucking fuck is going on, lil kid? Boy like you must hide behind his daddy's back not act yourself like crazy bastard."

"Walkers are in herd. I'm part of them."

"Nah shit," grimaced Negan. "Why are you wearing that? Is it perversion or your personal kink? I don't know but this shit is sick shit."

"Dead blood can dry. Dead skin and dead hair smell always," whispered Omega. "I'm part of the smell. I'm part of them. I feel myself safe acting like that. Walkers are my guard."

"It's disgusting actually," Negan winced, but can't notice that something in this kid looked familiar. Omega casually put his hand on the machete handle. "Wait. I know the man who calls them walkers."

"So I don't. Please I have water and food for you."

Well, Negan really felt hungry, only because his own supplies had ended yesterday. Man reached out his hand to a pack of jerky meat and a plastic bottle that looked like a treasure for him right now. He froze.

"I don't trust you. How do I know that you will not kill me and don't cut me for another one of these pretty suits?"

"I don't trust you too. The smell of your skin will not work. It is too alive. Go away from my way. You don't understand."

Obviously Omega didn't have the habit of speaking louder than a whisper.

"Go away from your way?" teased Negan. "I'm here because of you. So let's explain."

Kid ignored his words. It was silent between them for couple minutes, and Negan gave himself the opportunity to view him better. He couldn't be sure that Omega was as young as he was made by the warm reddish light of the bonfire. But he saw Omega's plump lips, shadows of his eyelashes on high cheekbones and dark curls. Omega was… intriguing.

"With the sun dawn you must leave. There is no place for you among us."

Omega looked him straight in the eyes, and Negan felt some kind of timidity. It was bad, so his natural reaction was anger.

"Us? Are you not alone with that shit? I mean people not meat puppets?"

"Give me a favor, forget about this meeting and never look for us."

"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't know who are you Omega and I don't owe you."

"I saved your life. They could poison your blood. I didn't allow them. You seem like a good person."

"Am I a good person? God you are so wrong kiddo."

Negan looked at him surprisingly. Omega wasn't kidding. He was as honest as Negan could understand.

"You are good person for me, because I don't see evil in your actions."

"Argh, that's all my rules. Wait… Don't tell me you spied on me!"

"A few months ago you and your people were in our territory, killed our man. This should not be allowed. I must learn about you because you are leading them. But I warned you."

Negan laughed. Looks like Omega wasn't that person who couldn't surprise. Unpleasantly surprise. None of the Savior never noticed persecution.

"Fuck okay. But I need favor too."

"What kind of?"

"Tell me your name. I mean your real name and I tell you mine.

"Why? It isn't game."

"Seriously?" rolled his eyes Negan. "I know that kid or Omega. Whatever."

"It's important. I haven't name anymore but if you want it... I don't use it for years... Name's Carl Grimes."

"Holy shit! Son of that bloody bastard Rick Grimes?! Oh my fuckin' God that's insane! He told me you are dead!"

"Be quiet. Carl Grimes is dead. Omega is not."

"Don't you dare. That man is obsessed with you and your destiny. Four years and he remembers every moment of that day."

"His memories are false. I can escape because of dead blood, I can find my new people because of dead bodies. Now Carl is gone because it is payment for Omega's life. I don't have any regrets. You can tell him or you not. I don't care."

Negan clapped his hands and stood up.

"Alright Omega. I'm Negan. Can we meet each other once again?"

"Why?"

"You look like a interesting person."

"We can't but my way and your… They can cross. And Negan… You must act quickly because for this moment I'm not part of the herd. Walkers can smell us. You need to go now. Your car is on the road two miles north."

"My car?" raised his eyebrows Negan and patted his pockets for keys. "I don't have any cars."

"Well, my car for you as my food and my water for you."

"Jesus it's weird. I'm stranger for you why are you so nice to me?

"What?"

"Uhm I think you must be pissed off. I'm the reason of Rick's problem. I mean it was so many bad things between us. Violence, death, betrayal. You know about that?

"I know and I repeat I don't care. It's only your and Rick's business."

Well, it was very strange and felt differently than Negan must feel this thin and pale boy. The End of the World have changed people, Negan changed himself and forced everyone around him too, but how could Carl Grimes destroy his personality and become Omega, whose only difference from a corpse was a living brain? Fuckin' weirdo.

"Was it some kind of brainwash? Omega you are living person not some kind of the rotten piece of meat."

"If you say so."

"Fuck alright!"

Omega looked at him intently, as if he will judge him. Negan didn't like it. Usually he was the person who evaluate people.

"Good luck or I need to say "Don't be killed?"

"Good luck is enough, I guess. And kid… I keep it secret."

Negan wanted to reach hand out to ruffle Omega's hair but warning glance stopped him. He smirked.

"Okay sweetie. Don't frow, it doesn't fit you."

It was his last words. Then he left. When he turned for the last time, he didn't even see the smoke from the bonfire. Negan shivered. He wasn't even sure that Omega was real.

He knows something🤔🤔🤔

i was watching nasa x-files on tv and

is that-

WHAT THE FUCK MAN