Douchebag's what I meant

 The sun was already beginning to go down, and the name would begin to start in just a few short hours, but Negan had just pulled up in front of Shae’s house. The late teens fingers flex over the steering wheel and he checks the time on his phone. A quick message is then typed, and sent on it’s way to Shae.

             outside :)

She liked Negan, a lot. He was pretty much her perfect type and being asked to a game made her feel so much better and less awkward.

Let's face it, Shae Walsh was not a girly girl.

When her phone lit up, she read the message and quickly swiped her stuff up and headed out the door. She did at least try and look more presentable. The effort was there, and she smiled as she went to get in the car.

—— maybe i’m just like my father; TOO BOLD

                                     ADVISABLE 

            to not

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

Every person who reblogs this will have a Pokémon egg in their submissions and a Pokémon will hatch from the egg later.

Send one to see how my muse reacts. 

Trigger Warnings: violence, death, criminal activity

“I can’t believe we stole a car.”

“My ID guy can get us in.”

“Remember – trust no one.”

“You owe everything you’ve got to me. Never forget that.”

“You and me, we’re partners, right?”

“Did you get the money?”

“Cops are coming to pick me up for questioning. My bet is, you’re next.”

“We better lay low for awhile.”

“Just act natural.”

“The cops will probably talk to us. Play it cool, and we’ll be fine.”

“I think we’ll be okay. They can’t prove anything.”

“No matter what they threaten to do to me, don’t tell them anything.”

“Let me take the fall. You’ve worked too hard to go to jail now.”

“I’d NEVER rat you out! The cops were just trying to get under your skin.”

“What do you think? You trust them?”

“I remember when you still had rules. When you still had limits.”

“This isn’t just about money.”

“I won’t survive jail!”

“One day we’ll be rich, and we won’t have to do this anymore.”

“It will be so nice to be in a country where we can’t get thrown in jail at any moment.”

“I think every person in America would like to see us dead.”

“No. No! We are NOT going to jail now! We’ve worked too hard!”

“Shut up and keep digging.”

“We need money, stat. You got a gun?”

“God, could you get them to stop screaming?”

“Shoot me. It’ll make them trust you.”

“Okay, last resort – we kill him and dump the body, then get the fuck out of Dodge.”

“We can’t hide forever. Our faces are on every news network in America.”

“We split the profits, 50/50. What do you say?”

“Where have you been?! I was worried the cops got to you!”

“You clean up the blood, I’ll start burning the body.”

“There’s no escaping this, you know. We’re in too deep.”

“Tell them the whole thing was my idea.”

“Make no mistake – we’re partners, but I’m in charge. Not you.”

“What we need are entirely new identities.”

“I don’t become involved with my partners. It over-complicates things.”

“Don’t you think we’re a bit old for this Bonnie and Clyde business?”

“I don’t trust any of them. Just you.”

“God, what’s happened to us?”

“Retirement? Yeah, we’re probably not gonna live long enough for that to be an issue.”

“Keep your head down. Last thing we need is to get recognized.”

“I’ll cover for you.”

“Run. I’ll catch up.”

“Jesus Christ, we’re like a bad murder ballad.”

probably should have told him upfront he’s not my type