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#weird ass wood fences

oetscop · 1 year

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ive bitched about not having a private backyard before but it like. only just now hit me that we are literally the only house that doesnt have one

everyone else has fences or another building/trees blocking their yards. even the house we share a drive with actually manages to have a whole fucking private backyard

and its so frustrating because im Me and i genuinely cannot actually enjoy myself outside. theres no shade and literally every single neighbor can see what im doing out there. i cant even like get a fucking kiddy pool for the dog or for my friends and i because again. literally no privacy

our deck is completely crumbling apart so im really really hoping we can get a screened in porch built in its place. especially since sitting on the deck is an absolute nightmare bc the sun is always beaming directly on it and we dont have any trees for shade

idk. first world problems but idk

#tongue #i just wanna sit outside man :(#i wanna be able to walk around my yard and not have to worey about people thinking im weird #i had the woods before but the ticks are already so so bad rn i literally just cant be out there anymore #idk its so fucking stupid i cant explain it without sounding like a fucking idiot #but i just dont get why were the only house without it #and theres no possible way for us to fence our yard in #so the only option is the porch but even then like #its fucking insanely expensive to do #god the neighbor we share a yard with is like diagonal from us #thats the only reason they actually get a private area #dude i just wanna play outside fuck this gay ass earth 🙄

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mylarena · 11 months

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kicks feet. wolf shifter au but its just soap whos a shifter and ghost is a regular human who does not know that the weird wolf who keeps showing up at his little cabin/cottage in the woods is actually john from the repair shop in the nearest village.

either that or soap just isnt present in the village at all and spends a lot of time in the fuckin woods

but like. ghost is tending to his vegetable garden one day and feels keen eyes watching him, so he observes the area around himself subtly and theres a rustle in the brush so he zeroes in on that while he goes through the motions of weeding and watering and such. and eventually he feels the eyes on him leave. so he finishes his work and goes inside (made sure to lock the door that night)

he goes out again the next day to do his tasks and eventually feels the same gaze on him. but he just pretends he doesnt know something (someone) is watching him and continues his work. eventually they leave again, and he continues on.

this happens a few more times, then one day he can actually see the eyes in the bushes. he makes eye contact, holds it until the other pair of eyes blink, then continues with his business (never turning his back to the creature)

and sllloooowly over time, the creature inches its way out of the cover of the bushes. and its the biggest fucking wolf ghost has ever seen in his damn life.

eventually the wolf just sits right outside the fence of his garden. and he starts talking to it. its not often he gets any kind of visitors out in the woods, and hes a bit of a Lone Wolf ™️ type so he doesnt really mind,,, but theres a fuckin wolf. right there. a huge ass wolf. and he starts making comments to it. which turns into full sentences, then one-sided conversations of whatever he thinks of.

then one day the wolf is inside the fence. with no evidence of how it got in. the gate is still latched, theres no holes in the fencing, no marks left from and kind of scrabble over the wood.

but the wolf is just There. Sitting. Waiting for him.

and hes apprehensive at first because theres nothing between him and this wild fucking wolf. but he goes about his day and the wolf just follows him around the garden, somehow managing to not trample a single plant (ghost sees how hes exceedingly careful to not even brush his tail against them. weird.)

by the time the sun is going down, he opens up the gate for the wolf to leave, and he just looks at him for a long moment, before ghost gestures his head for him to leave, and he does.

and the next day hes back in the fuckin garden

whats even weirder about the whole situation is the fact that the wolf engages in the conversations. not speaking words, but replying with barks and growls and whines and gestures, gestures that arent natural for a wolf, gestures that are human.

the wolf slowly inches his way closer and closer every day, eventually daring to sit right up against ghosts leg when hes taking a break. then he sets his head on his knee and looks up at him and pretty much fucking pouts until ghost hesitantly places a hand on his head. his fur is fucking soft. silky smooth, fluffy down his back, and soft as a fuckin cloud.

now that hes up close, ghost can see little scars and features that he couldnt from a distance. hes got nicks in his ears, a scar on his chin, one going over his eye, and one that looks fairly new down his chest.

some days the wolf (ghost just calls him "Wolf" in his head. he's not gonna name the fucker.) doesnt visit. ghost pretends it doesnt strike a bit of concern in him, forces himself to focus on his tasks instead of worrying about the animal.

hes a fucking wolf. he lives in the wild. he can handle himself.

what really concerns him, though, is when a harsh thunderstorm hits. its raining hard, the trees are thrashing violently in the wind, and the rumbling of thunder gets ever closer.

hes stuck inside, knowing better than to try and do jack shit outside when the wind is strong enough to take him off of his feet.

but for once he doesnt worry about his crops or the chair he keeps on his porch- he worries about Wolf.

again, wild fuckin wolf, can handle himself, but the weather is absolutely abysmal.

so ghost cant help but pace around, having forgone his usual reading after he couldnt focus on what the words on the pages were because his thoughts were consumed with worry.

the thunder is louder than ever, the lightning is absolutely blinding, and he can hear how the fence gate outside is swinging madly in the wind, having opened when the weather started growing worse. he cant hear his own breathing, the only thing he can hear is the torrent of rain and howling of the wind and his heart thumping in his chest. its a fucking wonder that he actually manages to catch the scratching at the door.

he freezes in his pacing, listening in silence for the noise to happen again, and when it does he all but rushes to the door and swings it open (the wind did most of the work, quite frankly.), and there. Wolf, soaked to the fucking bone, ears flat to his skull. ghost stares, Wolf stares back, and then theres a blinding flash of light and a deafening clap of thunder, and hes reaching out and dragging Wolf inside.

he struggles with the door for a moment, fighting against the wind, but gets it close and latched. he turns to the wild fucking wolf that stands in his actual fucking house, takes in the sight of his violent shivering and dripping pelt, and swears as he jolts into the motion of getting a towel or two to try and dry him off.

when he kneels in front of the dog, dropping a towel on his back and starting to ruffle his fur dry with it, he starts talking. talking about the shit weather, about the damage thats surely going to come to his garden, about his concern about Wolf himself, how worried he was. as he rambles, he takes note of the scratches and scrapes that hide under Wolf's thick pelt. theyre all small, likely from branches and other debris flying around while he made his way to the cabin.

theyre all small, except for a gash across the flank of his left hind leg. ghost can see the blood mixing with the rain water that pours off of him, but only realizes where the wound is when Wolf yelps when he tries to dry the spot.

he apologizes quietly, and quickly finishes drying him the best he can. he sits back on his haunches and takes in the sight of Wolf- his fur ruffled far more than usual, his blue eyes that are filled with exhaustion and lingering fear, the blood thats already starting to make its way down to the hardwood floor, and the way hes trembling like a leaf. he looks ready to fall down right there in his place. so ghost stands after giving the wolf a scratch behind the ear, and ushers him towards the crackling fire thats keeping the place warm. Wolf staggers over, managing to keep himself upright up until ghost finishes laying out a blanket on the floor for him, then practically collapses on it.

ghost heads to where he keeps his medical supplies, grabbing everything he thinks hes going to need to patch up Wolf (hes never treated an animals wounds before. hopefully it isnt too different from patching up his own). when he steps back into the room, he takes a moment to stare at the bizarre scene in front of him. a massive wolf collapsed right in front of his fireplace, eyes closed and chest nearly heaving, surrounded by ghosts neatly arranged living room furniture and bleeding onto one of his favorite blankets. shit, hes bleeding still.

spurred into action, ghost crosses the room in a few quick strides and kneels next to Wolf again. "hey," he whispers softly, watching Wolf open his eyes to look at him, "im gonna patch up your leg, yeah? might hurt a bit. ill be careful." Wolf simply whines softly, closing his eyes once more. ghost runs a hand down his side, then shifts to take a better look at his leg.

the wound isnt incredibly deep, but as he cleans it ghost can tell that itll need stitches. fuck, how is he meant to give a wolf stitches without getting his fucking face mauled off? Wolf had been docile and friendly ever since they met, but ghost also hadnt tried to poke him with a needle and thread before.

he cant just leave him without them, though. hes not keen on letting Wolf be injured and bleeding any longer than he needs to be.

"hey, Wolf," he reaches over and taps the side of Wolf's neck, "i need to stitch up your leg. are you alright with that?" ...as if a fucking wolf is going to know what that means. but Wolf lets out a whimper at his words and fucking nods at him, eyes still shut. alright then.

he prepares everything he needs, taking a look at Wolf's face and giving him a gentle scratch under his ear. "this is gonna hurt," he shifts back to look at the wound, "please dont maul me."

and Wolf doesnt. he whines and whimpers and growls a bit, baring his teeth and thrashing his head, but he never tries to attack ghost and he even keeps his leg fairly still. the whole process ghost whispers apologies, reassurances and praises. when he finishes, he wraps a bandage around the leg then sits back. "we're done now, its over." ghost looks over Wolf as he lets the tension in his body release, listening to his long, relieved whine as he goes limp. "you did good. thanks for not chewing my face off." Wolf simply huffs at him.

he stares a moment longer, but a loud hit of thunder breaks him out of it. he had fixated so intensely on Wolf that he had entirely tuned out the raging storm that was still going on.

he sighs and collects the leftover medical supplies, standing to put them away. instead of making his way back to Wolf's side, he decides that the wolf is probably hungry as all hell and heads towards his kitchen instead.

he prepares a quick, simple meal for himself and his visitor: reheated venison & vegetable stew, leftover from the night before. he carries two bowls back to his living room, crouching and placing one in front of Wolf. "here." ghost watches his nose twitch as he catches a whiff of the stew. the wolf doesnt open his eyes, though. "dinner, Wolf. i know youre hungry." Wolf opens his eyes and looks up at ghost pleadingly. "whats that look for? i cant exactly feed you myself. you need to sit up." Wolf whines at him imploringly. "no. i cannot feed you by hand, youre gonna have to sit up." Wolf downright groans, bracing himself before pulling himself up until hes propped on his front paws. ghost pushes the bowl closer to him. "eat up."

once Wolf sniffs at the stew, he practically lunges forward and starts devouring it. ghost stares with a raised eyebrow for a second, then turns to his own bowl and begins to eat.

they eat in silence- as silent as it can be with a hell-raising storm outside and the sound of a giant wolf gobbling down a bowl of stew. when Wolf finishes literally licking the bowl clean, he flops back down onto his uninjured side. ghost continues to eat, obviously not half as hungry as him. when he finishes, he picks up both bowls and takes them back to his kitchen. ghost takes a moment to place his hands on the counter and lean on it, running through the events of the past hour. theres a fucking wolf in his livingroom. an injured wolf. a wolf that befriended him over the past few months. a wolf he doesnt feel like he can kick out of his house without proper treatment.

he sighs and runs a hand over his face. hes too fucking tired for this shit. he feels unreasonably exhausted just from the excitement of this whole ordeal. he decides he can deal with the situation in the morning, after hes gotten proper sleep.

when he steps back into the living room, Wolf is asleep, chest rising and falling steadily as he breathes. ghost watches him for a moment before giving a heavy sigh. he grabs another blanket off of his couch and throws it over the wolf, hoping the fire doesnt go out overnight and cause Wolf to get cold. he makes his way to his bedroom, getting ready before throwing himself down onto his mattress and staring at the ceiling for a few moments before passing the fuck out.

he wakes in the morning to sunlight filtering through the window into his eyes. he groans and rolls out of bed, pulling a shirt on and stumbling out of his room. he only remembers that theres a fucking. wolf. in his living room when he steps into it. its a bit jarring to see that said wolf isnt there. its even more jarring to see a full fucking grown man asleep in the wolf's place, haphazardly spread out on the ground, nothing but the goddamn blanket to cover himself. ghost thinks he can see a peek of white bandages wrapped around his thigh. he takes a deep breath to center himself.

"what the fuck."

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #myaus #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #this is copy-pasted directly from discord into a word document and then into tumblr #please forgive how its written and if theres any errors #and also if theres any extra shit. ive reread this like 8 times so i hope i caught everything but!

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naughtyneganjdm · 3 months

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Lost & Found - Chapter 2

Summary: Once Negan gets better, he tries to teach Mia to fend for herself so she can take care of herself when he leaves, but Negan finds himself more attached to this girl than he expected to be.

Characters: Negan, Mia, Y/N (reader/OC), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53376820/chapters/135146467

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, a child gets hurt, Severe Angst, etc.

Notes: I was going to wait to post this, but since it's already done and the reason I didn't post it all at once because I thought it may have been too long is why I'm just posting it today. I know it won't get the hits because it's not smutty, but that's okay. I wrote this all in one night a few weeks ago. (Chapter 1)

“Would you knock it off,” Negan looked back over his shoulder to see that Mia was standing in the middle of the woods with her head tipped back and her hands thrown up in the air. With the rays of sun shining through the trees, she was enjoying the way it felt over her flesh. “You’re being weird again.”

“I’m sorry man, it’s just been a long time since I got to be outside this long,” she informed him, her long eyelashes fluttering when she turned her head to stare out at Negan with a big cheesy smile. “It feels nice to get the sun on my skin.”

“You have to listen to me,” Negan snapped his fingers to get her attention hearing her huff loudly. “You’re never going to survive if you can’t focus.”

“I’m focusing! I listened to you when you explained to me how to dress a wound. Which I obviously knew by the way since your ribs. I helped you move the bush and the branches over the gates to hide the fence. I listened to your long ass description of each and every gun,” she listed off the things they had already done together, “So please excuse me if I take a moment to enjoy the warmth on my skin after being locked away inside of a house for so long.”

“Mia, I’m leaving tomorrow,” Negan reminded her of what was happening. Over the last few days Mia had been taking care of him and nursing him back to health. Today was the first day he actually had the strength to get up and move around. “If you don’t pay attention now, you are never going to make it. You have to find your own food and be able to survive.”

“Okay! Okay! I’m listening boss,” she lowered down into the same position that Negan was in noticing that he was pointing to the footprints that were in the grass.

“You have to be able to track and be quiet,” Negan motioned her to follow him to track the deer that they had been for a while now. When they made it to the bush, he motioned her to be quiet and reached for the bow to give it to her. Pointing out in the distance to where the deer was, he saw her face turn pale at the idea of actually killing the animal. Motioning her to use the bow the way he taught her earlier had her expression changing and he could tell she didn’t want to do it. “I know you’ve never done this before, but it’s the only way to survive.”

With a frown, she did what Negan had shown her earlier in the day with the bow and arrow. When it hit the deer and it let out a pained sound, Negan reached out to pat her on the shoulder, “Good job. We’ll have a good meal tonight because of you.”

“I just feel like a horrible person doing this Negan,” Mia stated when Negan moved up on the deer with his knife and she had to look away when Negan finished the deer off. A gagging sound fell from her throat when Negan looked back at her with his hands bloody. “I hate killing something else…”

“It’s the only way you live,” Negan reminded her hearing the sound of something moving in the bushes and he pulled his handgun out, stepping before Mia to keep her behind him when he saw three men approaching them. “Back off.”

“Hey, we don’t mean any harm,” the man in the center explained, his features softening when he looked beyond Negan to see that Mia was with him. “We just didn’t know someone else was out here hunting. We didn’t mean to scare you and your daughter.”

“I’m not his daughter,” she spoke up, her face scrunching when the man that was speaking gazed over her. Negan hushed her and tried to push Mia back behind him to keep her safe. Hearing someone else refer to her as his daughter out loud made even him uncomfortable. “What?”

“She’s not your daughter? With the same eye color, the dark hair and the dimples?” the man inquired drawing Negan’s lips to part, getting distracted in that moment to look back at Mia. Clearing his throat, Negan noticed the way that the sun hit in her hazel eyes and he felt a breath catch in his throat. “I’m sorry young lady. I just thought this was your daddy.”

“My dad died,” she responded once more and immediately Negan cut her off.

“The deer is ours,” Negan informed them, his thick eyebrows bouncing up.

“Do you have a place around here somewhere?” the stranger questioned, but Negan remained quiet. “If you’re looking for a group to join, we have a campsite about a mile or so away. If it’s just the two of you, it might be easier if you join us.”

“We’re good. We’re not alone and our group is waiting for us,” Negan lied, keeping his gun up like he had taught Mia days earlier. “The three of you can move along now. We’re fucking good.”

The three strangers stayed where they were and Negan clicked something on the gun drawing the stranger in the middle to throw his hands up, “Listen fucker, if you don’t leave, I’m going to put a bullet right between your eyes and then your friends. So I suggest you get the fuck out of here.”

“Like I said, we didn’t want any trouble,” the stranger hit the chest of the other two he was with before nodding in another direction. “We will get on our way.”

“Better do that,” Negan waited for them to leave, never lowering his gun until he knew they were far out in the distance. Swiftly moving down, Negan grabbed the deer the best he could and threw it up over his shoulders. Motioning Mia to stay close to him, he walked around in circles for a while and out of the way to make sure that people weren’t following them. Just in case they might be tracking the two of them, he hoped by doing what they were, the strangers would get lost.

“What are we doing?” Mia questioned when she even picked up on Negan acting strange. “This isn’t…”

“Quiet,” Negan hushed her with a hiss before finally leading them back to the cabin. Once they got there, Negan did his best to hide everything and dragged the deer into the kitchen. Dropping the deer on the counter, he heard Mia let out a disgusted breath when the blood splattered. Starting to pace back and forth in the kitchen had Mia’s eyes locked on him, confused. “Fucking hell.”

“What is it?” Mia didn’t understand what was going on and he gave her a glare.

“You are going to fucking die Mia!” Negan claimed with tension flooding his veins.

“What?” she gave him a surprised expression when Negan threw his bloody hands up in the air. “Why?”

“You don’t give strangers personal information!” Negan snapped at her, his face twisting with anger when she looked up at him with her big hazel eyes. “People aren’t nice anymore Mia! They are more dangerous than the walkers and you are able to wind up dead in those kind of situations.”

“You were a stranger,” she reminded Negan and he immediately shook his head.

“I’m not like everyone else Mia! You have to be cautious of everyone. You have to be prepared to kill anyone because they are going to do the same to you. They don’t care if you’re a kid,” Negan continued to lecture her seeing the color growing in her cheeks the further he yelled at her. “People will kill you or they will do something…much, much worse.”

“What’s worse than killing me?” she whispered, her eyebrows furrowing and Negan let out a growl of frustration. “I just don’t understand Negan.”

“People aren’t good Mia. That’s why I had to walk around like I was so they couldn’t follow our tracks,” Negan educated her on what he had done, his head shaking when he stared her down. “Men like that are dangerous. You’re a pure, sweet, little girl that they can take advantage of and hurt. Do you understand me?”

“Negan, I just…” she tried to reason with him since she hadn’t really felt like she did much wrong.

“Do you understand me?” Negan screamed at her causing her to lower her head.

“I understand,” she nodded, a lump growing in her throat while she tried to avoid getting upset with him screaming at her like he was.

“If you don’t listen to the things that I’ve been telling you, you’re going to die and then there will be nothing for your mother to come back to. Do you understand?” Negan snarled when he noticed the redness growing in her cheeks as she continued to avoid looking at him. Curling his finger underneath her chin, he forced her to look up at him and let out a shuddering breath. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” she responded with a firm nod trying to hold back on her emotions that she was having. Even though she was trying to put up a façade, Negan could tell that she was getting emotional. “I’ll pay attention and listen to everything that you have to say.”

“I’m going to show you how to deal with this deer. It’s very similar to how you would deal with any other animal. You don’t let things go to waste. Not anymore,” Negan started, leading her toward the counter while he started doing the process of what to do after you killed the deer. Even though she was uncomfortable, he made her do a lot of it with his help and instructions because he knew she would be left alone. Whenever it looked like she was going to get sick, Negan would take over and give her a break. At the corner of his eye, Negan could see that Mia was observing him closely. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Do you think that guy was right?” Mia brought up the men that they had run into and Negan stopped for a moment to look over at Mia. “Do you think you look like you’re my father?”

Hearing her ask him that question caused his heart to skip a beat. A breath caught in his throat and he immediately lowered his head to go back to work trying to avoid the question. It had been something that he considered several times since being here, but he didn’t want to bring it up to her.

“We do have the same color eyes. The dimples,” she pointed to her cheek when Negan gave her a quick look trying to avoid getting blood on his face. “Even the freckles on our shoulders.”

“Your father died, Mia,” Negan reminded her, his nose wrinkling when he tried to stay firm about everything. “You know that.”

“Yeah, but maybe my mom was lying like you said,” Mia suggested and Negan almost heard a hopefulness in her voice. “We have so much in common and I do look like I could be yours. We both love peanut butter…”

“Everyone loves peanut butter,” Negan corrected her with a grunt, shaking his head when she was considering this whole thing herself. In one hand he had a knife when he shrugged his shoulders and he noticed that he was dripping blood all over the floor. “You know, unless they are allergic or some shit.”

“You don’t think I look like I could be your daughter?” she wondered having him step back to stare out at her. The truth? Yeah. She looked very much like she could be his. He thought it from the first moment he saw her.

“I’m not your dad,” Negan shook his head, refusing to allow that thought to linger between either of them when he went back to work. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Some random woman gets pregnant with my baby fourteen years ago and just somehow, miraculously I find her in the middle of the woods in a cabin fourteen years later?”

“Weirder things have happened,” she went to try to help Negan when she noticed his hands were shaking and he lifted his hand to stop her. “So there is no way that you could be my father? You weren’t with anyone back then?”

“Mia, I can hardly remember what I did last week let alone fourteen years ago,” Negan reasoned with her, his Adam’s apple bouncing in this throat. “I’m not the only person in the world to have dark hair and hazel eyes.”

“Yeah, but the dimples and the freckles,” she reasoned with him, tugging at her shirt to reveal the freckles that were over her flesh. Stepping forward, she tugged at Negan’s shirt to look at the freckles that were on his shoulders and he pulled away from her with a huff. “Maybe it was the world’s way of…”

“You’re not my daughter!” Negan snapped at her, throwing his hands up in the air to have her stop talking. “I understand that you are probably feeling a certain way because your mother has been gone for so long. You’re looking for someone to cling onto, but I’m leaving tomorrow, Mia. Think about what the chances would have to be for that to happen. It’s impossible. And I have a family. A son that I have to get back to. He needs me.”

After Negan brought up Joshua to her, it made tears burn at her eyes and she nodded her head, “you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. My dad is dead.”

“Can we finish this please? I’d like to get some sleep tonight so I can start early,” Negan begged of her noticing her lifting her arm up to wipe at her eyes with an area of her arm that didn’t have blood on it. Without another word, she stepped forward to help Negan.

Most of the night she stayed quiet, even throughout dinner after they cooked. That was rare for Mia, but she talked. A lot. Just like him. Negan taught her how to preserve the meat and use other parts of the deer. When it was time to separate for the night, Negan went to the room he had been staying in. During the middle of the night, he heard movement in the hallway and he carefully got up to look through the small crack in the door. Mia was sitting on the stairs and she looked deep in contemplation, but also sad.

Considering talking to her, Negan realized it would only make things harder in the morning when he left so he just went back and crawled into bed. By morning, when he came out with the bag he had upstairs packed, he found her sitting on the couch and he wondered if she had been up all night.

Usually Mia never shut up. Yet she was speechless right now. Mia went to sit on the stairs again with nervous energy, but she still said nothing. With him packing the rest of the supplies that he would need that he was taking from what Mia had after their agreement, he could see that her face was red and she looked extremely upset.

“Well kid,” Negan went to the bottom of the stairs with her hazel eyes lifting to meet his. “I guess this is it. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Yeah,” she moved down the stairs and held out the thing that she had in her hand. Seeing that it was a full jar of peanut butter made Negan’s eyebrows bounce up. “Here, you should have this since I know peanut butter is your favorite.”

“I already have enough,” Negan pat his backpack knowing that she had already given him supplies for his journey. When she held the jar out further toward him, he accepted the jar of peanut butter and gave her a small nod. “Thanks kid.”

“I hope you find them,” she whispered, a tremor falling from her throat as she tried to keep things together. Holding her hand up, she curled it into a fist and held it out to Negan. With a smirk, Negan fist bumped Mia and gave her a wink. “Goodbye Negan.”

“Goodbye Mia,” Negan motioned her to follow him outside so she could let him out of the gate. Before he left, he made sure to help her chain everything back up. “Make sure you cover everything once I leave,” Negan gave one more order noticing that she was having a hard time looking at him when he left. “I hope your mother comes back Mia.”

There was a single tear that was sliding down her face when Negan frowned and lowered his head. Maybe he should have said something more or done something, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Pushing forward, he knew that he had to keep on and find his family. It was hard leaving a kid that he knew had nothing, but he had to. His family was out there waiting for him and he had been gone long enough.

For a while he walked and made some good distance. After some time, he started to hear footsteps following him and he would steal a look over his shoulder to try to see what it was. Keeping on, he heard the footsteps start to quickly come up on him. Turning on his heel, he brought his gun up only to come face to face with Mia who had been following him.

“Mia! What the hell are you doing?” Negan yelled at her, his heart pounding away inside of his chest. Mia had stumbled back when he had thrown the gun in her face out of surprise.

“Do you think…do you think that maybe you could just stay until my mom comes back?” Mia requested causing Negan’s throat to tense up, a small rumble of a groan falling from his throat. “Please. I have so much to learn still and…I don’t want to be alone again Negan. I’ll give you all the medicine that I have if you do. Please.”

“I can’t,” Negan shook his head, clinging tightly to his bag drawing the color from her features to return. “I have a family of my own that I have to find and get back to. I can’t just wait with you until your mom finally comes back.”

“You’ve been away from them this long,” she reminded him causing his dimples to become more prominent with the anger that flooded his veins when she brought up how long they had been apart already. “Why not wait a couple more days? What difference would it make if you just stayed with me a few more days until my mother came back?”

“I owe you nothing Mia,” Negan reminded her, his eyebrows bouncing up and his head tipping to the side.

“I mean, I did save your life,” she pointed toward his ribs, her chest aching at the annoyed glance he gave her. “You’d be dead if it weren’t for me.”

“And I paid you back plenty with my knowledge,” Negan insisted, throwing his hand up in her direction. “So don’t pull that shit on me.”

“Just a few more days,” Mia placed her hands together, her jaw clenching when she stepped forward toward Negan who pulled the cowboy hat he was wearing from his head. “And when she comes back, then you can just…”

“Your mom isn’t coming back Mia!” Negan interrupted her having a frown flood into her young features. “I hate to be the one to tell you this Mia, but your mom is dead. You know that I’m right. If your mom was alive, she would have come home a long time ago. Something obviously happened while she was out on a supplies run. I can’t stay waiting forever with you because I have a son and a wife to find. You can’t trap me into staying with you while waiting for your mother to return when we both know it’s never going to happen.”

“Just a day?” she tried to get him to agree to something, but he frowned and shook his head. “Please? My whole life I’ve felt like I was just some kind of mistake. It’s my biggest fear. It always was. That I was something my parents didn’t plan and I shouldn’t have been here in the first place. I felt like a waste of space Negan. Until you came along. I felt like maybe I wasn’t a mistake anymore. I saved you. I took care of you. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Go home Mia,” Negan ordered, clutching to his bag and letting out a long sigh. It was breaking his heart hearing all of this, but there was nothing he could honestly do. “You’ve got a target on your back if you stay out here.”

“Negan?” she whispered his name with a whimper and he shook his head before continuing in the direction that he was headed all along.

It hurt leaving that girl all alone, but he had to or else he knew that he would never leave. There was no way that Mia was ever going to understand that her mother wasn’t coming home. He couldn’t get stuck in a child’s dream that was never going to happen so he had to make his way onward. For a while he walked until he came up on a small camp where a fire was burning. Swiftly making his way into the bush, he wanted to get by without being detected until he heard the sound of a radio being used.

“We found the girl from yesterday,” Negan stopped when he heard that and looked over his shoulder to see one of the men that he had ran into with Mia the day before. Biting down on his bottom lip, Negan squeezed his fist closed and lowered his head.

“Just keep going Negan,” he tried to coach himself, cussing under his breath.

“Did you find out where they were hiding?” the man stood from where he was sitting beside the fire and Negan lowered down. “Did you find the guy that she was with?”

“It was just her. She won’t talk,” the voice on the radio responded leaving Negan to lower his head. “I can’t get her to talk, so we’re bringing her back to the camp.”

“Good idea,” the stranger replied with a grumble, pacing in the small area that they were taking up in the woods. “I can think of a few ways to get her to talk. And if she doesn’t, I really don’t care. I’ll make good use of her.”

“Fuck,” Negan lowered his head into his hand. There were four people already at the camp and he had no idea how many were coming back. Cussing to himself, Negan thought about what he was supposed to be doing. Where he belonged. If he stayed behind to help this girl, he would likely get hurt again or die before he found his family again. “Come on Negan.”

Trying to stay close to the ground, Negan managed to get out of the area of the camp, keeping his head down. He couldn’t let a few days ruin the few years of planning that he had done. It was the sound of a gunshot going off that made him panic. Rushing back toward the camp, Negan carefully came up on it noticing that one of them he had just seen was lying face first in the dirt dead.

“Stop moving you little shit,” the original stranger they interacted with was screaming at Mia from where she was underneath him on the ground. Two of the others were holding her wrists down while she struggled. “You just killed one of my men, you can’t just expect me to let you go without punishment.”

“Get off of me you fucker,” Mia spat at the man and Negan could see that her face was bloody from whatever the men before had done to her. “I’ve got nothing to give you.”

“Where is your dad?” the man questioned, grabbing a firm hold of Mia’s face to get her to look up at him. One of Mia’s eyes were swollen and Negan felt his chest tightening when Mia said nothing. Reaching behind him, the stranger grabbed a hunting knife and held it to Mia’s throat hearing her whimper. “Where is your dad?”

“He’s not my dad,” she repeated what she had told the man the day before. A scoff followed and the stranger dug the tip of the knife further into her flesh. “He’s not my father!”

“Come on little girl. You look exactly like that guy and you expect me to believe you aren’t his kid,” the man half laughed drawing Mia to swallow down hard. “It be one thing if you weren’t a spitting image of him, but you are. You’re expecting me to believe that you aren’t a product of that man’s nutsack?”

“I’m not. Even if he was my dad, he’d want nothing to do with me,” Mia explained wincing when the tip of the blade cut at the side of her face. “He left me! He was just a stranger. Please.”

“Fine. Whatever. I don’t care, he’s not your daddy,” the man mocked her hearing her straining to get out from beneath him. “Where is all of your stuff? Your community?”

Instead of answering the man above her, Mia spit causing the blood from her mouth to spray in his face. With a laugh, the stranger shook his head and wiped at his eyes, “You don’t want to talk? Fine. I’ll find other things to do with you then…”

Going to reach for Mia, the man screamed out when she sank her teeth into his hand causing him to yelp. Trying to pull his hand back, the man couldn’t get her off him and when he finally did, his fist came crashing into her face.

Immediately reaching for his gun, Negan started firing it off hitting one of the men that was holding Mia down on the ground between the eyes. There was no more holding back, Negan needed to protect her now. Shooting the gun at the other one holding onto her wrist had the man rolling backwards and Negan felt his body being tackled by someone from behind. The gun fell from his hand, sliding a few feet away while he struggled with the weight that was over him. Bringing his elbow back over and over again, Negan managed to get the person that was there off before he reached for his hunting knife to bring it back to stab the person that was behind him in the throat.

Shoving the weight off of him, Negan swiftly got to his feet only to feel someone tackling into his ribs drawing him to hit the ground hard. That knocked the wind out of him, especially since he was still tender there from being injured. Over and over again fists hit him and he did his best to block the punches, but the person still got a few good hits in. When the man over him got tired, Negan managed to get a few powerful hits in before bringing his knife up to dig it into the center of the attacker’s chest. Pulling it down gutted the stranger that was over him, causing blood to pour down over Negan. Grunting out, the weight of the body fell in over him and Negan hissed shoving the weight off of him. Struggling for the gun that he had dropped, Negan scoffed when someone shot at the gun causing him to fall back. Gazing back over his shoulder, Negan saw there were two of them left. One was the main stranger that they had seen yesterday and Negan presumed he was the one in charge. He was the one with the gun and the second stranger was approaching Negan.

“I knew daddy wouldn’t be far away,” the man in charge muttered when Negan considered his next move. Noticing that there was a rock beside him, Negan waited until the man approaching was close. Sweeping his legs out, Negan locked his legs with the stranger causing him to stumble, hitting his head on the oversized rock leaving a large blood smear across it. Snatching his gun up from the ground, Negan held it up at the stranger in charge while keeping his knife in his opposite hand. It was then that Negan noticed the stranger had an unconscious Mia in his arms with his knife pressed to her throat and his gun pointed at Negan. “Don’t!”

“So you get your rocks off hurting little girls?” Negan questioned wiping the blood away from his bottom lip. “Is that your thing?”

“Drop your gun or I swear to God I will cut her throat,” the man screamed at Negan watching Negan toss his gun to the side and hold his hand up in the air. “You give me your group’s location and I will let you have her.”

“See, here is the thing,” Negan took a step closer hearing the nervous breath that fell from the stranger. It had him clinging tighter to Mia and Negan clung tightly to the knife in his hand. “You hit that little girl. There is no fucking way I’m going to keep you alive.”

“I said stop,” the man warned, shooting the gun off and hitting Negan in the arm with the bullet. A grunt fell from Negan’s throat when he looked to it and then back to the man. “I said stop!”

Rushing the man, two more shots went off, but a gurgling sound fell from the stranger’s throat when Negan managed to bring his hunting knife into the stranger’s belly before pulling up. Dropping backwards, the stranger released Mia who fell to the ground as well. Standing over the stranger, Negan looked to his own shoulder with a wince. One of those two shots hit him in the shoulder, but the second missed him completely.

“Your aim is shit,” Negan reached for the gun that the stranger had used, his head tipping to the side. “Are you part of a bigger group?”

“Fuck you,” the man snarled and Negan pointed the gun down at the stranger’s groin. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“Fine,” Negan shot the stranger in the groin hearing him crying out in agony. “Are you the last one?”

“I’m the last one. Please…” the stranger begged holding up his hand for mercy when Negan moved further in over him. “It’s just me. It was only us.”

“You should have left the little girl alone,” Negan took one final shot, hitting the stranger right between the eyes. Dropping the gun on the man’s chest, Negan looked to Mia and frowned. Picking her up in his arms, Negan made sure to grab his things before carrying her back toward the cabin. It took longer since he was injured, but once he made it back, he carried her into the cabin first and laid her down on the mattress that she had previously pulled into the living room for him. Going back outside, he locked things up and hid the gate as best as he could before heading back inside. Getting some water to clean Mia up, Negan frowned while he took care of her hating that he let this happen. He wished she would have just stayed in the cabin like he asked.

After he was done cleaning her up, he could only really see that she had a swollen eye with a bloody nose and lip. Which she should have never had in the first place. Once he was sure that she was okay, he shakily pulled his shirt off and assessed the damage of his gunshot wounds. The one in the shoulder was a whole lot worse than the one that hit his arm. The one in the arm was a flesh wound, but the one in his shoulder was one that he would have to dig the bullet out of.

Shakily searching the medical supplies that Mia had, Negan did what he had to in order to get the bullet out of his body finding himself thankful that this guy had a shit shot enough that it didn’t hit anything major. It was hard to clean up the wounds but he did what he had to in order to make sure that he was safe.

Waiting in the chair that Mia had before when he was hurt, Negan stayed there until morning. Toward the middle of the night he had started to drift and he tried to fight it, but he couldn’t. When it was morning and she started to shift, Negan noticed her trying to lift her head up and he motioned her to stay when he moved to the bed beside her.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Negan,” he hushed her noticing the way that she seemed to calm down when she heard his voice. “You’re safe. I’m with you.”

Shakily her hand reached for his and he hooked his fingers with hers hearing her breathing uneasily, “I’m sorry I left. I’ll stay with you until your mother returns. Okay? I won’t leave you again. I promise.”

Mia said nothing, just gave a nod and lowered her head back to the bed weakly. Clearing his throat, Negan went to pull his hand away, but he felt her still clinging to it, “Please don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” Negan assured her lowering down beside the bed to allow her to keep holding onto his hand. “I’m right here.”

It didn’t take long for Mia to fall back asleep and he frowned looking her over. The thoughts about what the stranger said about her looking like him was running through his mind. They both had questioned in multiple times and he really did wonder if he was her father. Getting into the bed beside Mia, he laid at the other side watching her while she slept.

After a while he had fallen asleep as well and in the middle of the night woke up to see that Mia had cuddled up next to him much like he had described Joshua to her in the past. Clearing his throat, Negan lifted his head to see that her head was laying over his chest and he was thankful it was on the side that wasn’t hurt. Cautiously, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him so he could nestle his chin in over the top of her head. There was something about Mia that felt personal. And now he knew that he had to stay with her. There was no other way.

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“Would you show your cards already?” Negan snickered from where he was sitting across the table from Mia who was staring out at her cards that were in her hand. It had been a month and a half since Negan had decided to stay with Mia and wait for her mother to return. Each day Negan could tell that her belief and hope that her mother would return was leaving her. But Negan did his best to keep her hope alive. “You take forever with this game. If I would have known you were incredibly slow, I would have never taught you poker.”

“Hold your horses old man. There is a lot at stake here,” she pointed toward the potato chips that they were playing with in order to do the game. Tossing the potato chips into the center to match his bet made Negan smirk and shake his head. Lowering down his cards, he showed her that he had a straight.

“Not so arrogant anymore, are you?” Negan stole one of the potato chips and she playfully swatted his hand away from the rest of them. Plopping one between his lips, Negan watched her lay down her cards to show that she had a full house. “Jesus. How do you always beat me?”

“Because I’m awesome,” she dropped her hands forward to scoop the potato chips in closer to her. A snort fell from Negan’s lips when she shook her head and pushed the potato chips forward. “But we can share.”

“Very bold of you kiddo,” Negan winked at Mia, taking another potato chip for himself before relaxing back in the chair that he was sitting in.

While relaxing, Mia collected the cards and started to shuffle the cards. It made him smile to see her working them the way that he had taught her. Grunting out, Negan pulled himself up from the chair and moved toward the fire that they had set up earlier in the fireplace. Grabbing his chair, he pulled it to him. Taking a seat, he got comfortable and looked to his wrist. Around it was a bracelet that Mia had made for him in their time together. Sadly, it made him think of Annie and Joshua. It had been six weeks since he agreed to be here with Mia and he never thought he would wait this long for Mia’s mom. It had been over two months since Mia’s mother had left and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was never coming back.

“You know,” Negan began, looking back over his shoulder at Mia while she was playing a game of solitaire on her own. “You just keep beating me at all the games that I teach you.”

“That’s because you’re a good teacher,” she got up from where she was seated and grabbed her chair to move in beside Negan. Clearing her throat, she stared out at Negan who was looking at her funny. “What is it?”

“Can I ask you some things?” Negan inquired knowing that they had been on his mind for a while, but he was worried to ask them considering the topic at hand. When Mia gave him the go ahead, he stretched out his legs and frowned. “What else do you know about your father?”

“I told you everything I know about my father,” she reminded him, her jaw flexing when she reached up to stroke over her earlobe in a moment of contemplation. Grumbling to himself, Negan knew that was something he did when he was uncomfortable too and it made him sigh.

“You never saw a photo? She never gave you a name?” Negan threw his hand up in the air pretty sure at this point that Mia was his. That stranger wasn’t wrong. The more time that Negan spent with Mia, the more he realized it. From her physical features to some of the ridiculous quirks that she had—she was so much like him.

“I think it just hurt her so much to lose him,” Mia attempted to explain her mother’s behavior. “I don’t know Negan. She just has a ring that she wears. They were married and she never took it off. That’s all she has from him.”

“What does the ring look like?” Negan’s eyebrow arched up as he stroked his fingers down through his short beard. “Is there anything that stands out?”

“I don’t know, it looks like a ring,” Mia was dramatic, a laugh falling from her throat at how serious Negan was being about everything. “Why? What does it matter about the ring that she wore?”

“I don’t know,” Negan lied knowing that he was just trying to strike something in his memory that would make him think about a moment in his life where things made sense. “I just…I feel like if I heard something or knew something, it would make me remember.”

“Remember what?” she could tell something was wrong and she reached out to place her hand in over his. Negan’s fingers hooked with hers and he gave her a weak smile.

Negan’s lips parted when he considered telling her that he thought he was her father. Instead, he waved his hand in the air dismissively and shrugged his shoulders. There was a long silence that lingered over them for a while when they both sat by the fire before she finally cleared her throat. “I was thinking…it’s been over two months since my mother left. I uh, I know I shouldn’t think like this, but I was wondering…”

“Yeah?” Negan tipped his head to the side seeing the color draining from Mia’s features. “What’s on your mind kiddo?”

“If I was ready to finally let go, would you take me with you to go find your family?” she threw out the idea that had been on her mind for a while now after they had waited so long for her mother to return. “I know I’m just some stranger to them, but I really like being with you Negan. You’re the closest thing to a real parent that I’ve ever had.”

“Hey,” Negan frowned, hushing her when she said that out loud.

“I mean it. I loved my mom, but she never used to play games with me,” she pointed back toward the cards that they had been playing with. “I’ve learned more from you than I ever did my mother. I know about football because of you. So many new games. I’ve actually gotten to see the outside. And you make me actually feel seen. Before I felt like my mother’s pet.”

“You don’t mean that,” Negan’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat and she shook her head with a saddened breath. “I’m sure your mother loved you.”

“My mother loved me the best way she knew how. You’re the first person I’ve actually felt safe with,” she insisted, turning in her chair so that she could face Negan. “You want to get back to your family Negan and I can’t keep holding you back. So why don’t we pack up and I’ll go with you? I’m helpful. I’m a decent cook. I can teach Joshua games. I can babysit when you and Annie want to have alone time.”

“Mia,” Negan snorted, rolling his eyes at the last comment.

“Please?” she begged of him, her eyes gazing over Negan when she shook her head. “I’d rather just go with you than stay waiting for someone who really never loved me that much in the first place. I know you don’t feel the same way, but I lo…I care about you Negan. You’ve cared for me more in the last month than anyone has in my life.”

“I…” Negan could see the hopefulness in her eyes. It took a minute before he sighed and he gave her a slow nod. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll take you with me to Missouri. You’re just going to have to listen to me and be on my ass at all times.”

With an excited breath, she jumped across the small space to give Negan a hug. An amused sound escaped his throat when she put as much of her strength into it as she could. Hugging her back, Negan nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck and smiled.

“Thank you, Negan,” she was grateful for him agreeing and she excitedly hopped up from her seat. “I’ll pack tonight! What should I take? How much should we bring?”

“Hey! Calm down. We have to think things out and then we can pack tomorrow. We’ll leave the day after,” Negan announced knowing that he had found comfort in this home, but he wanted to find Annie and Joshua. Staying here was nice, but this wasn’t where he belonged. He knew that. “Let’s just sit and talk about it. Then we will figure everything out.”

And that’s what they did. They planned everything. They packed and she asked a million questions about Annie along with Joshua. What they were like. The things they liked. And he found it charming that she was doing that. With how much she talked, Negan couldn’t help but find amusement in it. She was so much like him and he knew that. They had fallen asleep talking about things before waking up in the morning to go over everything.

“When are we leaving?” Mia seemed frustrated while she paced the living room with Negan taking in account of everything they were bringing with them. “We should just go.”

“Missouri isn’t that close Mia. We just have to make sure that we have everything. We have a very long journey ahead of us. Okay? Just let me make sure that we have everything that we are going to need,” Negan hushed her while he finished looking through all their stuff. The fact that she was so excited to leave surprised Negan. It was a huge difference from the little girl he had met originally. A laugh fell from his throat when he felt Mia wrapping her arms around him from behind. “What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you a hug,” she answered him, burying her head against the side of his neck drawing Negan’s laughter to grow. “I’m just glad you came into my life Negan. You showed up when I needed someone the most and I love you.”

Hearing that drew a breath to catch in Negan’s throat. Closing his eyes, he cherished the hug that she gave him.

Tension flooded Mia’s body when she heard a faint sound coming from outside. Looking back over his shoulder, he could see something change in her eyes when she looked back toward the door, “What is it?”

When they both heard it this time, Negan watched Mia scramble to her feet and run to the door looking out the front of it, “It’s my mom.”

“Mia, don’t,” Negan warned knowing that it had been so long that it likely didn’t make sense that her mother would be returning. It was too fast though because she was running outside and pulling away the brush that Negan had previously thrown in front of the gate. Once it was open, Negan saw a woman hunched over. She was thin, her hair messy, her clothes dirty and she was covered in blood. It made his throat go dry knowing that whoever this was, she had obviously been through hell. “Mia?”

“Mom?” she whispered and Negan heard the woman let out a tremoring breath before stumbling forward. With the way she could barely hold herself up, Negan swiftly swooped in and caught her when she collapsed. It was obvious she had passed out and Mia was scrambling to get a good look at her face. “It’s her. Negan, it’s my mom.”

“Run inside and get a cloth wet,” Negan instructed carrying the woman in his arms toward the cabin after making sure things were locked up again. Laying her down on the couch, Negan could see that Mia’s mom was likely starved and abused. Wherever she was, she had gone through hell. Footsteps were heard when Mia returned with a cloth. “Go find her some clothes Mia. Some clean clothes.”

“Okay,” Mia ran off to do what Negan requested of her.

Negan did his best to clean up the woman before him. Once the blood and the dirt was mostly gone from her face, Negan felt his heart sink finally seeing the features of Mia’s mom before him. An overwhelmed exhale escaped him when he looked to her hand. Observing the ring over her finger had the room spinning around Negan. Dropping back onto his bottom, Negan cleared his throat and lowered his head between his thighs.

“Hey?” Mia called out when she entered the room again with the things Negan asked of her. “Negan? What’s wrong? Is she okay?”

“I uh…I don’t know,” Negan stammered with an uneven breath brushing his hair back when he gazed over at Mia. “Let’s just get her cleaned up and we’ll have to wait.”

For days they actually waited. Mia was exhausted and finally fell asleep in her room leaving Negan alone with Mia’s mother. When he was finally about to pass out, he noticed her shifting on the couch. Sitting up straighter, he saw her eyelashes fluttering and she let out a pained sound. Moving in beside her, Negan was doing his best to monitor how she was so he could help her in whatever way possible. When she finally came to, she turned her head to gaze over at him and she let out a shocked breath.

“Negan?” she muttered his name, shakily lifting up to reach out and stroke her fingers over the side of his face. Leaning into her touch, Negan closed his eyes and felt his mouth dry when her whimper followed. “Am I dead?”

“No,” Negan answered her, his eyes opening and he could see that she was crying while she stared out at him. “Hey Y/N.”

“How is this happening?” she let out a tremoring breath, doing her best to pull herself up, but Negan hushed her and tried to stop her from overextending herself. “I thought you were dead. When I went to Alexandria, I was told you were gone. That you weren’t…”

“I’m not dead,” Negan shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip grabbing a hold of her hand while she brushed her fingers through his hair. “I never was.”

“How did you find us?” she questioned, noticing that Negan was crying while he stared down at her and she reached up to swipe the tears away. “I never thought…I never thought I would see you again. I tried to talk to Rick after Mia was born, but no one would listen to me. They took some of the people from The Sanctuary, but they wouldn’t take me. I was too loyal to you and they wouldn’t let me in. Even knowing I was pregnant. They just gave me some supplies and shooed me off. I tried going there. I did and I thought I would save you, I just…they told me you were dead.”

“You stayed at The Sanctuary?” Negan confirmed with a frown, his bottom lip trembling when she nodded.

“Until we couldn’t anymore. We were forced out after a while. It couldn’t sustain life there anymore and we had to leave,” she educated Negan, her fingers tracing over the side of his face while she slid in closer to him. “I’m so sorry. I would have kept trying if I would have known that they had you. I just didn’t and…”

“Y/N,” Negan breathed out feeling her lips claiming his and he was frozen against her kiss at first. Closing his eyes, he allowed her to kiss him before faintly starting to kiss her back. When her fingers brushed through his hair and stroked at the back of his neck, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” she repeated with a weak smile. “Does Mia know that you are her father? Did you tell her? She’s going to be so excited to know that her daddy found us.”

“I’m married,” Negan stammered, his body trembling when she stared out at him with confusion. When she went to kiss him again, he put a distance between them and shook his head. “I can’t Y/N. I’m married.”

“I know,” she lifted her hand to show the ring that he had given her when they were at The Sanctuary together. Y/N was someone that Negan had flirted with for a long time. Someone that he had relentlessly asked to be one of his wives, but she always turned him down. So he romanced her and he romanced her hard. And somewhere down the line he truly felt like he had fallen in love with her. So that’s why when she finally agreed to be one of his wives, he had given her a real ring. At the time, he promised her that after everything went down with Rick that she would be his only wife. And he did know that she was pregnant. It was something he learned toward the start of his war with Rick. It was just when he asked about the people that were still at The Sanctuary, he was told that they all died and he believed it. When he returned to The Sanctuary after he escaped his cell that one day, when there was no sign of Y/N or a baby there, he just believed them. He thought they were dead and never went looking for them again. He couldn’t believe it was something he forgot until he saw her face again the other day. “I’m your wife.”

“Stop,” Negan begged when she went to touch his face again and he lowered her hands down to keep her away from touching him. “I’m married to a woman named Annie. We have a son. His name is Joshua and they are waiting for me in Missouri. I found Mia by mistake almost two months ago. I started thinking she was my daughter, I just didn’t know for sure. We were going to leave for Missouri the day you showed up to go find my wife and my son.”

“You’re not being funny Negan,” Y/N declared with a saddened breath and Negan shook his head slowly. “It’s not…”

“I’m not kidding Y/N. I’m very happily married,” Negan informed her noticing the way that she looked down at the ring that she still wore that he had given her so long ago. “I’m sorry. They told me when I was locked up that everyone was gone at The Sanctuary. I believed them. I thought you were dead. I thought our baby…”

“But Negan, I love you,” Y/N whispered, her voice broken when she shakily reached out to touch him. “I’m your wife.”

“You were one of my wives,” Negan corrected her, leaning back on his knees and shaking his head slowly feeling his heart breaking when she started to cry. “You are a past that I wanted to forget Y/N and I did. I moved on. A long time ago. I thought you were dead and I fell in love with someone else. Someone really great. She knows all of me and she still loves me.”

“So did I,” she reminded him with a sob and he felt guilty, dropping his head down when he saw her sliding back on the couch that he had her on. “Why wouldn’t you look for us? You know that I would never give up on you because I loved you so much. We worked so hard to get pregnant with Mia. We were…”

“I know,” Negan interrupted her with a shake of his head, letting out an uncomfortable sound. “I know. I just thought you were dead Y/N and I moved on. And I’m happy. I was happy. And I want to be with my family. I didn’t mean to, but I completely wiped that part of my life out of my head that I shared with you. I didn’t even remember it until I saw your face again the other day for the first time.”

Silence. That was all that was heard other than her cries while she stared out at him, “Mia and I were going to leave to go to Missouri and search for my family. She thought you were dead and you weren’t coming back. We can take a while to get you feeling better and if you want, I can bring the two of you with me. I can wait the extra time and we can all go together.”

“No,” she immediately responded with a shake of her head, reaching for the pillow that was beside her to bring it in closer to her. “I refuse to go on some journey with you so you can find the family that you actually wanted.”

“That’s not fair,” Negan cried, his head tipping to the side while she stared at out him with pain in her expression. “I didn’t know you were alive.”

“You didn’t even bother to look,” she yelled at him causing the color to drain from Negan’s features. “Now you’re asking me to follow you to another state to find the woman you are in love with. So I can what? Watch you and her together for the rest of my life?”

“You’d be safer with me. You and Mia would be much safer with me,” Negan suggested, his eyebrows full of emotion and he let out a tremoring breath. Hearing her sobbing broke his heart, but he couldn’t fix what had already been broken for so long. “Just come with me. We’ll find my family and all of us can be together. Mia is my daughter too and…”

“Oh, fuck you,” she snarled at Negan shaking her head in anger. “You’re in her life for how long and suddenly you think that you can say and determine what I do with Mia? No Negan. That’s not how this shit works.”

“She wants to be with me,” Negan explained, his fists tightening up at his sides with his body clenching up. “She doesn’t even know I’m her father and she wants to come with me. She loves me. She belongs with me.”

“You didn’t even fucking care to look for her,” Y/N snapped back drawing a shuddering exhale from his throat. “So how dare you act like you even care now. Do you have any idea what I’ve done to get back to Mia. What I’ve suffered through? What those people…” she stopped to look down toward the ground and she shook her head. “No, I won’t let you take Mia from me. Not after what happened to me. You won’t take my daughter. Why don’t you just leave Negan.”

“I can’t just leave knowing that you and Mia are here, vulnerable,” Negan reasoned with Y/N hearing her sobs getting harder. “You aren’t healthy. You both need to be protected. Just rest and in a few weeks we can all…”

“Get the fuck out of here Negan,” she screamed at him shoving her hands into the center of his chest drawing him to fall back onto the ground. “I have been heart broken since the moment they took you away. I haven’t been the same since and you just think you can do this?”

“It sounds like you were so fucked up that you were a shitty mother to our daughter,” Negan erupted back on her, shocking her with his response. “You taught her nothing. If I wasn’t here to take care of her in the two months you fucking disappeared, she would have been dead. I kept our daughter alive and she almost…she almost fucking died at one point, but I saved her. And then she tells me that you never even acted like you loved her to begin with. She’s felt more loved in the last month with me than she ever has with you. So why the fuck did you have to show up and ruin it? It would have been fine if you wouldn’t have showed back up!”

“So you get to just show back up in our lives, say fuck you to me and take Mia away from me?” she spoke softly while Negan’s heart pounded away inside of his chest. “So what was I Negan? Just someone you used to get pregnant? You promise me things that you will never give? Did you ever really love me Negan?”

“Of course I did,” Negan replied back with a frown, throwing his hands up in the air. “I did love you Y/N.”

“Like you said, I was just one of the wives though,” she reminded him what he had said earlier and he reached up to shakily brush his hair back. “I was just the only one dumb enough to love you, wasn’t I? To let you get me pregnant.”

“I understand you have to be going through a lot of emotions right now because of everything,” Negan began, the vein at the side of his neck protruding with the tension that he was feeling. “And no matter what I say to you, you’re never gonna believe me because you’re hurt. Regardless of what you think, I did love you and I was happy that you were pregnant.”

“But you found something better,” she filled in the blanks, her head nodding slowly. “I understand. I’m glad you found what you always wanted. I hope it makes you happy.”

“I am happy,” Negan assured her with a nod of his head knowing that what he was telling her absolutely destroyed her. “But I would be a lot happier if you and Mia came with me back to Missouri. You’d be safer. I’d get to be with my daughter. It’s a win for all of us.”

“No, you don’t get to have the best of both worlds,” she denied him, shaking her head and confusing him. “You pick them or her, you can’t have both.”

“That’s not fair,” Negan countered, anger flooding his veins with her giving him an ultimatum. “I don’t want to lose Mia now that she is back in my life. I’m her father. I belong in her life. You know that you both would be safer with me, but you’re mad at me so you’re holding this over my head. Look what happened to you being alone Y/N. Get your head out of your ass and do the right thing. The right thing for you and the right thing for your daughter. The two of you are just going to die here if I leave you. Look at you Y/N.”

“And it’s not fair that you abandon us and then you get to have everything you ever wanted. A family. A wife that you actually love. Two kids. While I have nothing,” she shook her head causing Negan to frown and drop his head back. Dragging his hands down his face had Y/N dropping back against the couch. “I wish you would have just stayed gone. Because at least with me thinking you were dead I thought you died protecting us instead of knowing that we meant nothing to you.”

“If I would have never showed up, your daughter would be dead,” Negan reminded her with a bit of venom in his tone. “Our daughter deserves to know that she’s mine. I’m leaving to go find my family and I’m going to give her a choice. She can stay here with you. Or she can come. She deserves to have a choice.”

“And she will pick you because you’re what’s new. You’re the fun parent that has shown her love that she never felt,” Y/N pointed out with a frown, squeezing the pillow in closer to her. “Thanks Negan. I take over two months of abuse and torture to make it back to my daughter only to have you take her from me. Thank you.”

“It’s not my fault that all of this happened,” Negan stood up from the floor, staring out at her with confusion flooding his veins. “She deserves to know that she’s my daughter. And she has the right to pick who she wants to be with.”

“Great. I’m glad that you are going to go find your family. Your son. Your wife. And you get to have Mia,” she tremored, a long shallow breath falling from her lips. “Congratulations Negan. You got everything you ever wanted in life. Good for you.”

“I suffered too you know. I was in prison for seven years with people abusing me and treating me terrible,” Negan hissed, his eyebrows furrowing in anger when she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Fuck it. If you want to be like that. Be like that.”

“I should have known from the start you never loved me. They all told me,” she laid back down on the couch, turning away from Negan when he stopped to listen to her. “Sherry, Dwight, Simon…even Rick. I just never fucking believed it. I was too in love with you. Or the idea of you, I guess. How happy you got when you found out I was pregnant, I thought you were happy to finally have a family. But it was just the baby you wanted. Not me.”

“That’s not true,” Negan reasoned with her hearing her crying when he attempted to move forward to reach for her again. “Can you please just be an adult about this and understand? It makes more sense for you to leave with me and go to Missouri. We’ll all be together and…”

Negan knew it was no use talking to her like this. It just wasn’t. In the end they were never going to agree. Going over to the other end of the room, Negan sat down and cornered himself. Thinking about things, he rocked back and forth. It took him seeing Y/N’s face for him to actually remember that he had a woman that he was married to that was pregnant when he got taken to Alexandria. Maybe she was right. How could someone who loved someone like that forget?

Looking up toward the stairs, Negan knew that he wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to Mia, but he knew he had to leave. Grabbing his bag and one of the bag of supplies, he threw it over his shoulder and headed out the door. It was better for everyone if he just left and he knew that.

For a while he walked until he heard the sound of feet trying to catch up to him. Cussing out, he lowered his head and swallowed down hard, “Go home Mia!”

“No,” Mia’s voice responded while she moved in behind Negan. Looking back, he saw that she had the other supplies and her backpack on ready to go on the journey with him. “We made plans, we’re going to Missouri together.”

“Go home!” Negan screamed at her and she immediately shook her head. “Your mother is home now. We made a deal.”

“You promised. You told me that you would never leave me,” she reminded him with a whimper hearing Negan scoff.

“Until your mother returned home,” he reminded her with what he had said. “Your mother is home. Therefore, I owe you nothing. My promise? I made it. So I’m leaving.”

“Please,” Mia begged from where she was standing behind him with the bag over her shoulder. Her eyes were optimistic and she shook her head. “I want to go with you.”

“You are meant to be with your mother,” Negan could see that there were tears swelling up in her eyes while she stared out at Negan. Here she was begging to go with him not even knowing that he was her biological father. And that fact? It tore him apart. “You can’t come with me.”

Turning on his heel, Negan went to leave when he heard her feet following him and he stopped again, “Stop following me!”

“Negan,” she reasoned with him, her bottom lip quivering while she stared up at him. “I…we…I think…”

“You can’t be this stupid, right?” Negan dropped his bag at his side knowing that there was only one way he could think of to get her back to her mother and that was to break her. “I don’t love you, Mia. I don’t. You were a means of keeping me alive. I have no feelings toward you. You told me you cared about me and that you loved me. Did I ever tell you it back? I don’t love you.”

“That’s not true. You wouldn’t have stayed that whole month and a half if you didn’t care about me,” she reasoned with him, her dimples sinking in and it killed Negan seeing that he was breaking her down after his talk with Y/N. “I know you’re just lying to get me to stay here, but with you…I feel safer than I ever have in my life. I love you Negan. Please. I don’t care about anything else. I want to be with you.”

“I don’t want you with me!” Negan screamed at her, his body shaking and his eyes tearing over when she took a step back. Fear flooded into her features as Negan shook his head and bit down on his bottom lip. “You know, your father didn’t die Mia. In fact, your father knew that your mother was pregnant with you and he didn’t care. He didn’t even think about the two of you while he was gone. He just assumed the two of you were dead and he didn’t bother to come looking for you because he didn’t care. You and your mother? The both of you meant nothing to him.”

“That’s not true,” her voice tremored, her head shaking. “My mother said my father very much wanted me. That he loved me. That he loved her. That he would have done anything to keep me safe and…”

“Then why did he go off and have another family? He got married again and had a little boy,” Negan explained, his eyes narrowing when his jaw tightened. Contemplation started to flood her features when Negan started going off about things. “A little boy he loved more than he loved you.”

“Why are you saying these things?” Negan was hurting her and he could see that his words were breaking her heart. “You told me that I could come with you before. You said…”

“I thought your mom was dead,” Negan reminded her, his bottom lip quivering when he shook his head. “You see Mia. I know your dad isn’t dead because I’m your dad. We both know it. Even those strangers that we ran into knew that you were my daughter. All you have to do is look at us and you know that you’re my daughter. You have my eyes, my dimples, my freckles, my smart-ass sense of humor…”

Negan’s finger circled his own face and then he pointed out at her, “I’m your dad Mia.”

That backfired. After he confirmed for her what they both had wondered before her mother even came back, she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him to hug him. Holding his hands up in the air, Negan swallowed down hard and closed his eyes.

“Get off of me,” Negan demanded, shaking his head while venom flooded into his tone. “I didn’t want you then and I don’t want you now.”

Stumbling back, Mia looked up at him with her hazel eyes full of tears and Negan shook his head, “I knew your mother was pregnant with you. Once I was taken to Alexandria, I never looked back. I didn’t give a shit about the people there. I didn’t give a shit about your mother. And most of all…I didn’t give a fuck about you.”

A hurt sound fell deep from within her and her sobs followed. Even though he was trying to hold it together, he was breaking himself and he hated himself for doing this but he knew that he had to find a way for her to stay with her mother, “I could have come looking for you. And I didn’t. Because I didn’t care Mia. I started a whole new family. I have a son that I love. A wife…”

“Maybe…maybe you could learn to love me,” Mia whimpered, tears sliding down the sides of her face. “I don’t think we can make it without you Negan. I almost didn’t. Daddy please…”

“Don’t call me that,” Negan warned her, holding his finger up in the air and pointing it at her. “Don’t you dare call me that. You have no right to call me your fucking father. I didn’t want it then and I don’t want it now.”

“But you are,” she frowned, reaching up to rub at her tear-stained face while he continued to down talk her and chastise her. “I know you love me. And knowing that you are my dad, that just proves that this was meant to happen. You were meant to find me…”

“I have a son that I actually love and I’m going to find my way back to him,” Negan informed her with a shake of his head and he reached for his bag. This isn’t how he wanted things to go down, but Y/N made things clear earlier. There was no way that she would come with them and if he took Mia, it would destroy her. “I have a family that means something to me. And I’m going to find them. So why don’t you stay with your mother? Someone who actually loves you.”

“Please, I can help you find them,” Mia begged of Negan, her body shaking while Negan tried his best to stop himself from crying, but he couldn’t. “I’d be a really good big sister. I’d…”

“I’ve spent the last month and a half with you Mia,” Negan reminded her of the time they spent together and he shook his head. “And in that time, it only confirmed for me what I knew back then. I feel nothing for you. There is nothing here. You were a mistake. A poorly timed mistake that I never wanted in the first place.”

Calling her a mistake when that was the thing she was the most afraid of hearing hit her deep down and he knew that it would, “Goodbye Mia.”

Her sobs filled the woods and Negan continued walking through them. After a minute, he felt her running out and grabbing a hold of him in attempts to keep him near. Yanking his arm away, Negan spun on his heel and stared down at her, “I don’t want you, Mia. What about that don’t you understand?”

“Then I will sit here. And I’ll wait for one of the flesh eaters to get me,” she whimpered dropping down in the middle of the woods that they were in. “If you don’t want me, I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t like it with my mother. I love you and I want to be with you. Please.”

“I don’t care Mia,” Negan scoffed, grabbing his bag hearing her cries getting louder when he threw his hands up in the air. “If that’s how you want to leave your mother, then that’s your decision. From here on out? You aren’t my problem.”

“Please Negan,” Mia’s voice was broken when he turned away from her to look in the other direction. He had to convince himself to keep going. He couldn’t let this break him. He made his choice and so did Y/N. “Daddy. Please. If you leave, you’re leaving me to die. I’m begging you…”

Walking away, Negan could hear her cries no matter how far away he got. And he had to force himself to keep going. After what her mother told him, there was no way that it would have ever worked. And he had to tell himself that. He had to find Annie and Joshua. There were no other options. Y/N was his past and while he understood why she was hurt, she was the one that denied them going with him. So he had to respect her wishes. The best that he could hope for at this point was that they were able to keep going. That they would find a community and be able to move on.

More than anything he wanted to bring Mia with him, but her mother made it clear that wasn’t a possibility, so he had to wipe that idea from his mind and keep going. No matter how much it broke his heart.

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biteofcherry · 2 years

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Bucky and reader plus sex pollen and stuck in a cabin in the woods?

Petals

Bucky Barnes x female reader

warnings: sex pollen; slight dub-con due to sex pollen (but otherwise consented); unprotected sex; fingering;

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“There’s not a single pill in this goddamn cabin!” You yell, slamming the cabinet door shut.

The heat unfurling in your belly, spreading its burning tentacles through your whole body, clenching around each limb and squirming in your insides, makes you impatient and angry.

Fear of what the unknown adds oil to this fire.

You went through every nook in this house and found nothing useful to help your state. For a place that belonged to a scientist it sure is poorly equipped in medicine.

It was supposed to be so simple. A boring reckon mission. Just to check the cabin and secure any samples of the ongoing experiments the former Hydra doctor ran in this place. They weren’t even that groundbreaking, it seemed at first glance.

He focused on plants and their genetics. No human experiments so far, no especially suspicious or dangerous ingredients. Just various plants, basic chemical reagents, stacks of Petri dishes.

As a member of doctor Banner’s scientific unit you were tasked with gathering all the potentially dangerous or simply unusual items. Bucky was your security. A one person army to save your civil ass if you got in trouble.

You made sure to take the highest precautions. With masks and gloves on, you carefully placed each item in a container which you later locked in special cases.

You tried not to show any reaction to seeing Bucky in a mask. The blue of eyes striking a more vibrant color in contrast to it. They seemed more piercing, too.

You saw Winter Soldier only on footage, with his black muzzle covering half of his face. Bucky was always Bucky to you, since the day you were introduced. But you couldn’t help the jolt of adrenaline as his attentive gaze observed your every move.

Once done with the inside of the cabin, you took the masks and gloves off and checked the garden behind the cabin. It was filled with completely normal herbs and vegetables, nothing out of the ordinary.

You admired the few flowers that grew along the fence, swaying gently on the breeze.

“I haven’t seen those in a while,” Bucky said then as he stepped right next to you, his eyes focused on the tall stem and deep red flowers cascading from it.

“They’re not very popular,” you nodded. “Some people have them in their rustic gardens, but it’s not a flower shop's desired item. Which is a shame.”

You traced one of the crimson flowers with your fingertip, gasping in surprise when the petals shivered and fell off at the mere touch.

One petal after the other, like ruby domino pieces that swung on the wind before dropping to the ground.

A puff of pink pollen gushed from bared stigmas, dispersing in the air.

It got into your airways quickly, itching the back of your throat then transforming into a very sweet aftertaste that dried out your mouth and made you thirsty.

Not more than ten minutes later, sweat broke out on your skin. A weird type of itching prickled your skin, making it oh so sensitive that a single brush of Bucky’s shoulder against you, as the two of you barged into the cabin, caused your whole body to tremble.

When it became clear he was experiencing some effects of the pollen too, you were instantly worried.

You were just a human, but if a super soldier reacted to a substance it meant serious trouble. Even if he was less affected compared to you.

Bucky stayed composed, only revealed his temperature starts rising and his muscles tensed.

When you ordered an immediate cleanse, Bucky simply walked out of the cabin to dive into the lake in front of it. You locked yourself in the shower, scrubbing your body over and over again. You had to switch the water to cold when your body started heating up.

Cold shower didn’t help much, sweat dampened your skin a few minutes after you stepped out of the bathroom.

Your first aid kit consists of dire needs medicine, there are epinephrine shots but no simple antihistamine pills. And your current state doesn’t call for pumping yourself with adrenaline.

Your body is producing enough of it.

“No pill would help anyway.”

Bucky’s low grunt startles you. In your frenzy you didn’t notice him coming back, but now that you turned to him you can’t help but notice everything about him.

He’s still wet from his swim. Drops of water shimmer on his skin, his brown hair seemingly ink black, heavy with water. He’s got only his pants on, not even fully zipped.

He’s standing by the kitchen counter, leaning over it, head bowed, arms strained as he grips the edge. Wood dents beneath his metal fingers.

“What do you mean?” You wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Skin on skin contact, though it’s only yours, makes you shiver.

“That heat-” your breath hitches when Bucky looks up at you, his eyes so intense.

Your thin tank top and flimsy bottoms that cling to your damp skin feel nonexistent with how he takes in your body.

He straightens and slowly walks over to you. Your heart rate seems to increase with each step that he takes. He backs you up against the cabinets. Towers over you, his massive form filling your vision and limiting the world for you to his body alone.

“That itching-” he trails his fingers down your arm, eliciting goosebumps along their way.

He slips his flesh arm around your waist and hooks his metal fingers under the strap of your tank top.

“There’s only one way to fill this hunger.” Bucky yanks on the strap, ripping your top off of you easily.

He captures your surprised yelp on his mouth; lips and tongue battling your resistance.

Bucky’s touch sets your body ablaze. The kiss both satiates a growing need, as well worsens it.

But he’s right - the itching beneath your skin melts into a pleasant hum, restoring energy in your body and making it shake with an urge to take more. Blood rushes through your veins, throbbing in your erect nipples and swelling clit.

“N-no.” You pant when Bucky’s kisses move from your mouth to trail along your jaw and down your neck.

Your hands fly to his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh, but you don’t exactly put any strength into pushing him away. Your protest, too, is more against the meaning behind Bucky’s words not against the pleasure he strums your body with.

“No, it can’t be.” Your eyes close, body jerking in a jolt of sensation as metal fingers squeeze your breast. Smooth, cool metal grazes your stiffened peak.

“It was just-” a whimper escapes your lips when Bucky pinches your nipple, his other hand pulling down your bottoms. “Just petals. Just flower petals.”

Bucky kicks your legs wider apart as he slips his fingers between your folds.

“It made your petals weep for me,” he groans, stroking you and smearing your wetness around.

His intimate caress stirs up the flames of need, deepening the craving. It becomes painful, how each cell in your body seems to scream in need. Heat grows, trickling sweat down your back.

“Make me come!” You beg, fisting Bucky’s hair. “Just please, make me come!”

“It won’t help much.” He warns as he eases a finger inside you. “The pollen made your body receptive. It craves its counterpart.”

Your brain feels scrambled, unable to fully understand what Bucky means. Or maybe you don’t want to understand it, just want to feel more of him, take more of him. A second finger slips along the first, stretching your walls, and you moan.

“You need seed to fill you.” Bucky growls, pushing his fingers knuckles deep and pressing the heel of his palm against your clit.

You gush all over his hand, your pussy soaking at the mere mention of being full of him.

“You like that idea, Petal?” Bucky’s new nickname for you and the way he groans his question right next to your ear, make you shiver. “Want me to fill your sweet pussy?”

“Please, please,” you start mumbling, lips pressed to Bucky’s bare shoulder, lavishing it with your tongue.

His fingers feel good inside you, but it’s not enough. Like a burning after a really spicy pepper that no water can cool, the only saving is to dip your tongue in milk so the casein can break down capsaicin. How fitting that you need milky semen to wash out the burning in your womb.

“I need you to come for me first.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you, his pace gradually increasing. “Have to loosen your tight cunt, or I’ll hurt you.”

“It hurts more without you.” You whine, hips rocking back against his hand.

“So needy,” he mocks you.

Bucky curls his fingers inside you, flicking them in a come-hither move as he presses his palm against your sensitive nub. He commands all of your tension to draw into that spongy spot he’s tormenting, clenching your walls and stealing your breath.

Until the coil snaps and you come with a wail.

You sink your teeth into Bucky’s shoulder when he keeps rubbing you raw, prolonging the tremors. When he pulls out it’s with an embarrassing squelch. He pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free.

Your legs are shaky, knees almost give out, but it stops being a problem the moment Bucky hoists you up. You cling to him, hands pressed against his back. Bucky hooks your legs over his elbows and slams you against the cabinets.

His dick rests against your pussy; red, leaking head of him bumping into your oversensitive clit.

You often heard your friends at work giggle as they made dirty speculations if super soldiers were also super endowed, but you never considered you’ll have a chance to find out how close to the truth they were.

Bucky might be even bigger than they imagined.

“Guide me inside you, Petal.” He grunts, licking the shell of your ear.

He rocks against you, his cock sliding up and down between your swollen folds. You slide your quivering fingers down across his chest and over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing under your touch, your effect on him as strong as he has on you.

A needy sound escapes your mouth when his cock throbs as you trace up the length of him. When you close your hand over him, the tips of your fingers don’t even meet because he’s so thick.

You guide him to your entrance, gasping and throwing your head back as his tip stretches your opening.

Bucky stays still for a moment, his head tilting until he catches your gaze. Steel blue of his irises flashes something lethal and then he’s slamming into you in one stroke.

You scream, your fingernails needling the skin on Bucky’s back.

A prickle of pain seems to spur him on, his sounds low and gruttual as you slash his back in desperate attempt to ride out the mixture of pleasure and ache his rough fucking causes.

He presses against you harder, plowing into you with fast, deep strokes. He’s chasing to sate the hunger gnawing at his own bones, his care for you yielding to his own need. And in a twisted way it turns you on more.

Your back starts to hurt, the cabinets creaking louder and louder with your each move. When something behind you creaks and splinters, you let out a yip.

“Fuck!” Bucky curses, stopping for a moment.

A second later the world twirls in front of your eyes.

Bucky drops you both to the floor, taking the impact on his back first then swiftly rolling on top of you.

Your arms fall next to your head, cushioned on the wild fan of your hair. Cold tiles beneath you make you hiss at the contact, but don’t ease the heat that still licks your body with flames.

Bucky pulls your legs up against his chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders. When he thrusts back inside you his cock pushes deeper, nudging your cervix.

He falls forward, bending you in half as he reaches for your hands and intertwines your fingers.

His hips slam against your ass, snaps of slapping skin echoing through the kitchen. Your slick trickles out of you, sticky cobwebs stretching between your buttocks and Bucky’s balls each time he withdraws.

You’re almost nose to nose, Bucky’s gaze catching every flinch on your face, every twitch of pleasure.

“Beg for my cum,” he rasps out, feeling your cunt pulsing around him.

And you do. With eyes closed, head tilted back, you splutter pleadings and prayers as if Bucky was your god and you begged for a drop of water while stranded in the desert.

Each broken sentence urges Bucky on. Every cry and sound of his name falling from your lips makes him fuck into you harder, faster.

You truly cry, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes and down your temples, when he rips another orgasm out of you. Your whole body writhes beneath him, Bucky’s weight pinning you down so you don’t slip away as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Your pussy tightens around him like a vice, yet he keeps pushing and pushing, rawing your walls.

When Bucky finishes with a loud roar, his cum spilling inside you in hot, thick spurts, your senses seem to overload. Everything turns blank, your head filled with the buzzing noise of your blood rushing through you and Bucky’s groans of pleasure as his dick twitches inside you, filling you more and more.

You don’t know how long you’re out of it. When your consciousness reconnects with reality and your eyes flutter open, Bucky’s peppering soft kisses over your chest and face.

He’s still holding your hands. And he’s still inside you. Half-hard.

“Can you get off?” Your voice is hoarse and weak.

Bucky’s weight on top of you feels amazing. And that’s why you want him off, so it doesn’t become apparent you react to him even out of the pollen-induced haze.

“It’s not that easy, Petal.” Bucky looks down at you, then lowers his face so he can nibble on your bottom lip.

“You think it’s all over now?” He asks with a chuckle. “That one round is enough?”

You’re not sure if it’s the lingering effects of pollen, or just Bucky’s proximity and words, but your body tingles anew. Warmth blooms in your belly, like an opening flower stretching its petals to touch every part of you.

“Sorry, doll, but it’s not. It’ll take hours before it starts wearing off.” Bucky releases your hands and pulls himself up on his arms until he’s kneeling back.

He wraps his fingers around your ankles, gives each a kiss before sliding your legs down. He spreads you wide, throwing your thighs over his hips.

“It can be hours of suffering,” he says as he kneels up, hands firmly holding your hips raise them along.

“Or-” he rolls his hips into you, his cock twitching and hardening inside you.

Bucky spits down on your swollen clit and you cover your face with your hands to mask the flash of depraved pleasure it caused. But your body betrays you anyway, your pussy fluttering around his length.

“So, what will it be?” He asks, holding your hips up with ease.

“Fuck me!” You blurt out when a jolt of needy current sizzles down your spine.

“As you wish, Petal.” Bucky withdraws slightly then slams your hips back onto him, moving your body like a rag doll.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #sex pollen #petals

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lazyneonrabbitt · 7 months

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Rabbitt's monsterous October fics.

Blood oranges

Tangerine x reader

A photography contest prize is convincing enough to trespass on grounds that no one had ever returned from.

A/N: The first of my monster themed fics! I'll be posting one every week leading up to Halloween!

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Autumn weather had shown its face again.

Yeah sure the rain sucks, but there's a beatury in the grey skies and orange trees.

There’s also a beauty in the way that grey atmosphere surrounded the large, abandoned mansion on the edge of town. It was every goth couple’s wedding venue, but it was completely off-limits. No one really knew why, all that was commonly known about the building is that whenever some college student was dared to cross the game and take a photo at the front door they never came back. No one really questioned it anymore and no one truly felt bad for any of the missing students. They were all warned from the first time they heard the scary children's tale about vampires that lived there, that held nothing but decorated truths about real, unsolved murders that still make it into the papers during every year’s first semester..

clearly the place isn’t abandoned, otherwise the fruit trees would have died off ages ago already but still, like clockwork there’s perfectly tended fruit trees on the land that separates the house and the large iron fence around it.

You knew this place was bad news. Literally.

So why the hell were you standing in front of the gate right now, ready to walk through it and risk your life? Oh, yeah. You wanted to win that crazy prize money that you would surely get if you got that perfectly timed and framed picture of the all black house under the cloudy grey evening sky, with the colorful fruit trees contrasting beautifully against the overall lack of color. The only issue was you needing to be on the property to not have the large iron and stone fence obstructing the view. You had asked people living nearby to let you take some pictures from their highest windows but none of them turned out even moderately okay.

With a deep, shaky breath you put your hand on the gate and gave it a push. From all the tales you picked up you learned there was never a lock on it and it was surprisingly easy to get onto the property which was super weird with how many people died there. You’d think cops would have put a huge lock on it by now but that didn’t seem the case.

You had found it to be very quiet during your stroll around the property, taking photos of the colorful trees and the details on the brick and iron fences. You had thought out the perfect angle for your photo and slowly made your way over to the low brick wall you'd have to hop onto to get it all in your shot.

Once on the wall you snapped an infinite amount of photos, different lenses and settings, slight shift in angles for more trees or better view of the sky, but you weren't satisfied yet. You wanted more detail shots of the house and its beautiful finishes. You made your route from the stained glass windows to the hand carved door, snapping photos with every step. At the door you noticed it was slightly ajar and spotting the most gorgeousstairway and tapestries through the thin gap luring you in. Looking through the camera lens you focused on the intricately carved wooden rails that twisted around the large set of stairs, adorned with perfectly maintained carpet, held up to the wood with polished brass rods.

You swore both of your memory cards would be filled by the time you were done with this place.

Making your way through the entrance hall you kneeled in front of a decorative side table to take some detail shots of the carved details on the leg.

You dropped you ass down on the carpet and laid the camera angeled in your lap to get the best shot. When you moved around to get up, placing your hand next to you for support your fingers grazed something and made you tumble backwards.

Looking up from your spot on the floor you were stared down by someone. "Why're you here?" A stern voice and expensive looking suit, a shiny, polished shoe pressed onto your chest to keep you down. You were dead. Officially. This is what all those horror stories were about. You tresspassed and were now going to die. Murdered by this insanely gorgeous looking man with only a large hint of psychopath in his eyes.

"Please let me leave- Y.. I'll leave the camera. No proof.. Please don't kill me?" Your pleas came out in hiccuped whines, panic clear all over your rigid body. He kneeled down, the pressure on your chest getting painful now. "Really now? You dun wanna get offed by the gorgeous man with the psychopath eyes?" His moustache twitched as his lips curled into a smirk, fangs on display for you to stare at in horror. He takes his foot off your chest and hauls you back up with no effort, holding you an inch away from him by the collar of your jacket. "You weren't stealing." He gives you a quick once-over. "Come."

You followed without a second thought. Your legs moving on their own.

He takes you up the large, winding stairs and through a set of double doors off to the side.

The room held a large bed, a set of two leather chairs and a sofa sat around a dark wooden coffee table that held two filled pitchers.

You inspected the liquids they held. One was clearly fruit juice, no doubt fresh from the trees outside. The onter one.. you saw it. Your could smell it, even over the strong fruity scent of the orher. You weren't even gonna think about this one's origin because it was clearly fresh as well..

The man soundlessly strides over to stand across from you on the other side of the table, placing two beautifully carved glasses down and pouring a glass of juice for you. “Drink,” he tells you. “Makes you taste so much sweeter.” It’s not even a suggestion. He tells you to drink and you drink. It’s unlike anything you ever tasted, fresh and sweet and you really wanted another glass. As if reading your mind the man was already pouring another glass.

“You’re lovin’ that a little too much huh, sweetheart.” He takes a seat next to you, taking the second empty glass from your hands. Your pouty face only made him more excited about finding you. It took next to nothing to keep you here. He barely even had to use his powers to make you follow him as you were intrigued already anyways. Even now with you sitting next to him. You could leave any second as he wasn’t keeping you under his control, but you didn’t.

Normally he’d feed his visitors some of his home grown fruits, drain their blood and leave the drained corpse for his brother to feast on, but this time he felt like that would be a waste. You genuinely seemed to enjoy being here, and what would be better than having a personal food supply walking around who seemed to love anything fruity?

“So tell me, what’s your name, love?”

You gave him your name and in exchange you were given his. “I’m tangerine. There’s someone else in here, his name is Lemon. You probably won’t see him anyways.” By the end of his sentence he had leaned in close, nuzzling your cheek and a hand on your chin. He turned you head to the side and moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses before finding your pulse point and sinking his fangs into your skin. You gasped as you felt he sharp sting, hand gripping the armrest and the other holding a tight grip on hi thigh that loosened with time. Soft sighs leaving you with every small suck to your neck.

By the time he had his fill you had relaxed into his side, your hand softly caressing his thigh as he licked over the puncture wounds at your throat. You snuggled against him some more, much to his surprise. “How are you feeling, dear?” You nodded against his chest. “M’good, thanks.” Slurring words indicated you needed a rest.

Picking you up and placing you onto his large, soft bed he sat beside you until you were sound asleep.

He’d have to go make some accommodations for a human in his home.

#sometimes i write #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #tangerine #halloween #tangerine x reader #tangerine imagine

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 8 months

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Woodsy Stake-Out

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Title: Woodsy Stake-Out

Square Filled: Mission Fic

A/N: a ficlet of a couple of guys planning a stake-out in a car for @sambuckylibrary. where sam and bucky arrive to a serpent society hide-out in the woods. thanks to the ppl who provided suggestions and inputs in this (x). however, i had to choose a specific idea and rolled with it. ^^

Word Count: 945

T.W: food, i guess

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Owls hooted as crickets chirp at the expanse of a forest. The wheels of a car skidded onto a route, only stooping to a halt. Parking some miles away from a guarded electric fenced gates ahead.

"Well, well, they probably expected company," Bucky remarked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Operating in the woods must be their new way to maintain a low profile." Sam shifted in his seat, propping an elbow against the window's edge. "No wonder we couldn't track them down in the city. If it wasn't for Joaquin, we'd be sitting ducks."

Bucky nodded, grimacing. "And if we don't get their weapons soon, they'd take down the city."

"Breaking into tech companies and labs, stealing the components they need." Sam crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Shit. I hate how we couldn't get the drop on them sooner."

Despite himself, he made an affirmative little noise.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, examining the building from afar. Getting glimpses of some hench-people moving crates and packages over the field.

The Serpent Society has set up a base in the woods. Developing weaponry that could take down an entire city to the ground. Especially since it contained parts from alien tech, which could be dangerous used by people with wrong intentions.

Bad news all around.

Fury had paged them and called them for this mission. Giving information as much as he could obtain. They needed to be outside their base, observe them from afar before taking action. And they needed extreme caution, considering how Viper was a clever sort of adversary.

If they weren't having a mission, they would be helping Sarah with the boat. However, duty called and they had to delay repairs.

"So, we're doing a stake-out in this car?" Bucky asked, wiping his knife blade with a thin cloth.

Sam nodded, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel. "Yeah, we're gonna be here for a couple of hours.

Great, Bucky thought, his pulse kicking up a notch. Leaning back on his seat.

What had he gotten himself into? Even though, he willingly signed up for it? He had believed they would kick some Serpent Society ass and be on their way. Mission accomplished and all that jazz. However, he had to do a stake-out instead.

Not his usual brand of missions.

And with Sam? Including being. . . Alone? With him, specifically? Fury must have paired them together to torture him in the most twisted yet sweet way possible.

It didn't help that Sam's arm rested by the brakes, just some inches further from his.

He could do worse than Sam. . . He might have been stuck with Torres, who would have chatted throughout the entire thing. Or Scott Lang, who would have did some weird diversions.

Yeah. Bucky could have had worse options, getting spared from it. But he couldn't help how his heart insisted in 'thump', 'thump', 'thump' at the minimal. . . space between them. A little too close just for a couple of guys.

Being cramped in this small space in this car. . . wouldn't bode well for his psyche.

However, if he could jump from an airplane without a parachute and survive, he could also survive this. With his composure and dignity intact.

If there was one thing Bucky was still good at, it would be keeping it cool. He did it back in the forties. And he could defuse his feeling of awkwardness with some quips up his sleeve.

"And I thought the bad guys would find better lairs or something."

"Yeah, I guess they couldn't afford it."

"Wow, that's lousy."

"Tell me about it. But they have good enough security to keep us out."

"A smoke screen ought to knock 'em out, right?"

". . . wait, you brought some?"

"Of course, Samuel. Gotta be prepared for Hydra affiliated scums, ya know."

"Touché. I've also got some snacks in here."

When Sam pushed his seat back, he yanked a backpack beneath it. Zipping it open and revealing packets of chips, cupcakes, and soda cans. He reached for a soda and popped it's cap open.

"Thank you," Bucky murmured, sighing deeply. "If we're gonna punch those assholes, we need all the energy we can get."

"True that," Sam replied, his lips quirking up at a corner. "I wished I'd sleep better before we left. I feel like my bones are gonna sink."

He tensed up and arched a brow. "What the. . . You didn't sleep well? That explains why you look exhausted."

"Uh huh." Sam sounded resigned. He shrugged. "Got a job to do, anyways. Sleep can wait."

"Hold on, I'm gonna go in there. And while you stay here."

"What? No! We're supposed to do this as a team."

"I know, I know. But you don't have enough energy and I do. I can destabilize those weapons before the Serpent Society could level them at the city."

"This sounds like a terrible idea."

"Pfft, as if most of them didn't work."

Bucky patted Sam's shoulder, peering into his dark brown eyes soft from concern. Sam's tight posture loosened and he sagged against his seat, nodding slowly.

"Alright. But be careful, Buck."

"Hey, I'll be back in a while. You'll see."

Sam chuckled, his expression fond. Bucky reveled in it, reaching for his door's handle.

As he pushed the door open, he started marching towards the trunk. Opening it and grabbing a duffle bag, which contained his gadgets and trusty equipment. Slamming it shut as he carried it.

With this plan, Bucky could finish this mission within an hour or so. He should probably have back-up, however, he probably could deal with it. Without much trouble.

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pepperonibread · 3 months

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Did You Just Grab My Ass?

Read on ao3 or below the line break I don't know man. New fandoms. Weird thoughts. Cowboy love remains. Haven't really fleshed out this OC too much yet (and still learning about this actual game) but if I hear about a backflip one more time and don't actually see a backflip, I may scream. Not as...detailed as I would usually like. But now my entire Youtube history is backflip videos.

Rating is because I may add something EVEN MORE SPICY to this. We'll see. Didn't edit this one very well, it was just supposed to be a cute oneshot anyone. If you enjoyed, please let me know! For those of you that don't know me, I'm Bean and I hate writing! But I do it all the time. If you like my work and want to support me, you can buy me a Ko-fi. Never required but ALWAYS appreciated!

The sun was starting to set, not quite to the point of the horizon yet but far enough down to start the shift in colors - purples, orange, yellow. It was a gorgeous evening. The breeze was soft and pleasant, and it carried the scents wildflowers through the air.

Sybl observed as Nai'o leaned back against the fence post and sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He looked tired, and Sybl couldn't blame him. She knew what it was like to spend the whole day working hard. Ever since she arrived in this place, she was constantly on the go. Working in her garden, chopping wood, making candles, weaving, washing, cooking. She had a feeling it was no different for Nai'o, although the responsibilities may have been different.

He was nice, and easy on the eyes. A little awkward, sure, but Sybl thought that was endearing. There was no denying his good looks. Tall and strong with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. There was no shortage of admirers at the village, she assumed. And he seemed kind, always willing to help. Sybl had seen him carry heavy sacks of flour over his shoulders for the shopkeeper, or chop a huge block of wood with only a few swings. It was admirable - and distracting.

As she stood watching him, a smile on her lips, her eyes roamed over his body and she imagined what he might look like without his shirt. Maybe one day, when the heat became too much, he would take it off. She could get a glimpse at the muscles hiding underneath. Maybe she would get more than just a glimpse, if she was lucky.

She cleared her throat and pushed a strand of her grey hair behind her ear.

"Do you want to see me do a backflip?" She heard him ask.

Sybl was confused for a moment. What did he just ask her?

"Uhm...," she said, trying to wrap her mind around his question. What kind of question was that? Why would he ask that?

"I've been practicing. Do you wanna see?" Nai'o smiled, and Sybl could hear a hint of pride in his voice. He seemed confident in his abilities. She looked at him, he had one green eye, one blue. How interesting.

"Yes," she said, giving him a smile, crossing her arms and leaning against the fencepost beside him. "Show me."

The smile he flashed her was bright. It was the biggest smile she had seen on his face. It made her heart beat a little faster, and she felt a bit flushed. He stepped forward a bit and turned away from her. Sybl was suddenly looking at his back, his broad shoulders, his slim waist. She could see a hint of the muscles through his shirt. She wondered if he could lift her easily, hold her up against a wall...

She shook her head, blushing, trying to rid herself of the thought. Now wasn't the time.

"Are you ready?" He asked, the slightest bit of excitement in his voice.

Sybl nodded, before realizing he wasn't actually looking at her. "Yep!"

With a deep breath, Nai'o bent his knees, his feet spread shoulder-width apart, and - hesitated. Sybl could see his chest rise and fall. She wondered if he was nervous, or excited, or if he had actually ever done a backflip in front of anybody before.

He straightened, hand moving to the back of his neck. He didn't meet her eyes, a sheepish look on his face. "Nevermind. It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Sybl feigned her disappointment because she really hadn't known what to expect. "Oh, come on! You've got to show me."

Nai'o shook his head, his hand still on his neck as he turned back to her. "No, no, really. It's fine. I mean... It's stupid." He paused. "It was a stupid question. I shouldn't have asked."

"What? Why? No, it's not. Just tell me," Sybl said. She wanted to know what he meant, she wanted to see him do a backflip since he had been so keen to bring up that he wanted to show her - maybe to impress her, she wasn't entirely sure.

"I was just - it's stupid, it doesn't matter," he said, laughing a little, shaking his head, his gaze fixed on his boots.

"Hey," Sybl said, reaching out her hand. She gently placed it on his arm. She had never touched him before, but he was warm. She swallowed, and he looked up at her. "Show me."

He was staring at her, and it took him a moment to respond. "Can't." He said simply. "It's gotta be perfect. Don't want you to think I'm a total dork if I screw it up."

Ah, so there it was. She got it. He wanted her approval, and he didn't want to disappoint her. That was cute. He was cute. And from what she knew about him, didn't seem completely out of character. But the self doubt he portrayed with this confession tugged something in her heart then, and she found herself looking at the ground too.

"It's not that easy, y'know," Nai'o started again, quietly. "To say how you feel. It's a big thing." He paused, and she heard him inhale deeply.

Sybl felt her cheeks grow hot and she averted her gaze to his knees.

"You're... You're beautiful, and, uh," he laughed nervously. "It's really nice talking to you. It's - you're really sweet, and smart, and..." She could hear him exhale.

She looked up suddenly, and he looked like he could fall over from the velocity at which she lifted her head. She was sure her cheeks were bright red now. He looked terrified, but there was a glint of hopefulness in his eyes; a small smile on his face.

"Watch this." Sybl stated, reaching for the fence nearby, hoisting herself onto the wood with both of her hands.

"What are you doing?" She heard Nai'o ask from hind her.

"Backflip," she said, like if it was the most easiest thing in the world even though she hadn't the slightest idea on how to do a backflip. She took a moment to position herself, her legs spread slightly and her arms positioned as well. She took a deep breath and bent her legs, feeling a slight burn, and pushed herself up, arching her back and flipping her legs over her head - and instant regret followed as her back collided, but not with the ground, but with Nai'o, who had reached out to catch her, and stumbled back.

Sybl groaned in pain, and she heard Nai'o grunt underneath her.

"Ouch," she breathed, her body throbbing.

"Uh-huh," Nai'o agreed.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, her hand finding its way to the back of her head.

"No worries," Nai'o said, his voice muffled as Sybl sat up and he was no longer directly underneath her. She scooted off of him and sat down, looking away. She heard him sit up.

"So... Are we gonna talk about what just happened or...?" Nai'o asked, trailing off.

"I, um. I don't know," Sybl said, putting her hands in her lap. "I didn't - it seemed like the only idea I had."

"You didn't bend your knees right," he mumbled, then stopped.

She looked over at him, raising and eyebrow. "What?"

"Your form," he said, speaking up. "You didn't have the right form. That was the problem."

"That was the problem...?" She questioned.

Nai'o paused, turning away from Sybl as she stood back up and brushed her hair back into place.

"Yeah," he confirmed, bouncing up from the ground with ease. "Let me show you."

He turned to face her, positioning his legs in a similar way as Sybl had tried before, bending at his knees, and hopped up, flipping over. Instead of flailing the way Sybl had before, he landed safely back onto his feet.

Sybl's eyebrows shot up in amazement. "How did you do that?" She asked in surprise.

He looked away, but Sybl could see a small smile creeping onto his face as she brushed her hands on her jeans.

"Show me how." She said, picking up on the slight demand in her voice. But he really had made it look so easy, she wasn't going to just let him be smug about it.

Nai'o shrugged. "Don't you think you need to try like... a cartwheel first?" He asked her.

"No, just tell me how to do it," she protested, holding her hands up in defense.

"Why would you go straight to doing it like that?" He questioned, arching an eyebrow at her.

"You did!"

The farmboy gave her an incredulous look, and if it wasn't one of the cutest look she had ever seen.

"Not until I'd practiced. Like you need to do," he stated.

She sighed loudly. She knew that, and he didn't need to say it. Still. It was important. If he didn't give her help, who was she going to get it from?

He huffed a bit, crossing his arms, knee sticking out slightly. "Fine." He relented. "But I'm going to spot you."

"Of course," she conceded, taking a step towards him.

"You ready?" Nai'o prompted. He moved to her side, she felt his hand hover over the small of her back, and she wasn't sure if she shivered or not, but she felt something, felt her hair stand on end.

"Yeah," Sybl replied, unsure.

"When you're in the air, you gotta control your limbs," he instructed. She was surprised how business-like he got, the playful tone gone from his voice. "That's what messes most people up. You fall out. Control yourself, okay? Go ahead. I've got your back," Nai'o urged.

Sybl hesitated, and took a breath in, closing her eyes and counting herself up and down, exhaling slowly. And when she opened her eyes, she nodded to herself, steeling her resolve and readying herself to flip backwards. She wasn't going to be put off, she was determined. She hopped, legs together, and flipped backwards - just like before, but her mind had turned the full focus onto flipping, and landing on her feet... And it had gone surprisingly well...except for her spotter grabbing her ass halfway through to help her completely flip back.

She spun to him, completely red.

"Did you just- grab my ass?" She squawked at him in incredulity, while he tried and failed to keep a straight face, doubling over laughing.

"You did that wrong!" He managed between fits of giggles, completely evading the accusation. "I said I would spot you!" He huffed, clearing his throat and seeming to try to look more mature again. Still, there was a glint of humor in his eyes as he regained composure, remorse crossing his features as he realized his action may have come off worse than intended. "Uh- hey-" he scratched the back of his head and fumbled a bit before mumbling. "-sorry."

She shook her head.

"It's fine. Your, uh, sense of humor can just use some work, I guess," She blushed, not knowing whether to smile or glare. "Did I do it right, at least?" She changed the subject back, and looked at her own body, making sure it was all there and unhurt. She'd let it go- only because he had seemed like he was genuinely sorry if he made her uncomfortable.

But no, the truth was, she'd been just about to jump out of her skin because her body felt like it was burning when he had touched her. It was just a bit hard to say, especially when he seemed kind of socially inept.

But her little comment seemed to get his mind back on the proper subject again.

"I'd say yes. But not really," He sounded less accusatory and more amused now. "It's really a matter of timing. You weren't bad," He added in a kinder voice.

Sybl was relieved by his gentler manner, but it seemed that he did feel a responsibility towards teaching her.

"That's the biggest thing...you don't need to-"

She tried to focus on the words he was saying, but all she could focus on was his mouth. Watching how it moved, wondering how soft his lips felt and...she had to tear herself away from watching his mouth and tune her ears into his words again.

"Like, your jump isn't coming from your legs- your back has to arch back too so you get all the way over..."

"Can you repeat that last part, please?" Sybl asked him sweetly with a sheepish smile.

His cheeks dusted with blush at her smile, and he coughed slightly, repeating his words.

"Um, sorry-" Sybl mumbled. He had told her to try to jump without her legs? Something like that.

"To uh- really get good at jumping, the energy actually doesn't start in your legs." He seemed hesitant, like he was unsure about whether he could keep speaking, but he kept going anyway, obviously very passionate about this. "It comes from your back, and then your legs..."

His eyes darted back to the field as his sentence trailed off, but then he shook himself slightly. Perhaps he was getting distracted too.

"Don't forget to really...thrust back," He instructed, but she caught the falter in his voice as he said it. Was the word 'thrust' particularly suggestive? Did he notice it and did he say it anyway? Oh, goodness, why did the sun suddenly get so much hotter?! Wait, the sun wasn't even up anymore, dusk was beginning to settle in. She could barely hear his following sentence, something about timing. He looked worried again, but before she could say something, he continued talking.

"...Your hips..." Nai'o paused for a moment and cleared his throat, his face still flushed. "If you move your hips like-while you...you jump." Was this even about backflips anymore? She felt so hot and her stomach was tight and it all got worse when she noticed his throat moving as he gulped.

Her eyes widened and her mouth was open but she didn't remember making her jaw move. "My...I..." Her breathing hitched a bit, but she still didn't feel like she was able to do anything with her body but stand there and stare at him. "Show me...um- show me. please?" She pleaded softly, desperately, trying her best to pretend her face was still normal, that she was still okay. Her hands were curled tightly in the front of her pants and she was sure her heart would burst out of her chest and do cartwheels across the clearing. Why was his voice that way? That was so, so much worse.

Her breath was growing more ragged. What could he think right now? Probably that she was such a freak, all wound up for no good reason because a nice man showed her kindness, all red and twitchy and-

"Sybl?"

"Ah-yes! Y-yes, sorry?"

He was worried. His voice, it was like- like this...raw silk-ness wrapping her up in warmth and softness. It didn't match his figure but made him just all the better. What the hell was happening?

"Do you want-," He was really working his neck right now, trying to get those words out of his mouth. "...Do you need..."

"I'm sorry, yes?" She snapped back out of it. Was that rude to not let him finish what he said? Probably. Ugh, who was she even? He looked hurt that he had her attention now.

"Can I kiss you?" His eyes bore straight into her, his body tense, and his expression uncertain.

He asked to kiss her, that was okay, he just wanted to kiss her. That was- oh goodness, oh boy. This was a lot, a good kind of lot. "Uh..."

A small sound escaped from her lips and Nai'o - absolutely too nice Nai'o who understood everything even if she had no idea herself, realized he might have made a mistake. No way, she wouldn't let him take it back. That was enough to scare Sybl back to life.

"Yeah- yep! You can totally uh- yes?"

She said nothing more, feeling all kinds of heat bursting across her cheeks. Particularly her ears seemed like they were ready to explode any moment. What would his hands feel like? What would his breath feel like? Would he say anything? How close could he get? What about if he touched her? What if her lips were dry- would that be unpleasant?

"Sybl..."

This again, his voice a bit rough and making her name sound like a velveteen poem. This was not real, couldn't be real, and certainly not for her. But it was here and right now he was making an effort to show her exactly that. A step forward and his warmth was engulfing her. One hand finding a careful home on her waist and the other one taking hers other. Her first move was to breathe him in. Warmth, fresh like earth after the rain, with hints of dried flowers and wooden earthiness. A touch of wood smoke, and that was all his breath coming closer.

So this is what he smelled like. If he was so comfortable standing here and giving her the option to either push him away or welcome him in she was definitely going to get greedy.

"Can I come closer?"

Wasn't he already so close already, his chest brushing against her breasts, his lips right above her own? She still felt that prickling sensation crawling over her back as if her body wasn't sure what it was supposed to do. So much heat building and pooling somewhere behind her belly button and deeper still. It wasn't an urge but it felt good all the same. He must have noticed. His mouth twitched with something unspoken, and the sound that rumbled low in his chest - not really a growl. More a deep hum as if he approved. He knew this was making her tingle. He could smell it, probably; and he didn't seem the least bit unhappy with it.

"Why wouldn't I let you close?" She breathed.

This was just one of her questions. Why would he want to get close? She had an inkling, she'd tried to figure this out, yet this was only half the equation. But before she could bother to ask more he'd dipped a bit and closed the space between his lips and hers. First the rough scratchy texture, then the wetness of a tongue slipping over her bottom lip. A shock of sheer warmth was rushing straight through her belly down between her thighs. Her thoughts slipped into a heap, and every cell in her body jumped and lit up.

When he withdrew she stared. He kept quiet, his chin dipping low in front of his chest. Was he breathing her in still? Something else in the mix of his earthiness and wood fire was simmering into her scent; a tang of rising desire. For all her worrying he didn't even mention it or ignore her completely. A part of her brain was still capable enough to comprehend that as a good sign. So really, the only thing she could really try to do was kiss him back, her hands reaching for the sides of his face and easing onto her tip toes to put her mouth where she wanted it.

All the tight coiling and straining in her abdomen had long burst free and spread over every inch of skin on her body, making her light-headed and shivery all over. This must be how it felt to kiss, it dawned on her, just how intensely satisfying kissing someone could feel. She pressed her tongue in deeper to trace the full swell of his lower lip and coax it apart to learn what his mouth was like beyond the sweet slip and press of their tongues. The thought of taking his tongue into her mouth again just flooded her with a shiver that threatened her knees, and she slid a hand back into his neck to press him down a little lower where she could keep up easier. The insides of his cheeks were rougher than hers but so incredibly slick and warm and alive...

He pulled away, "Whoa Sybl...hold on." His voice a growl as he cradled her shoulders, watching her heavy-lidded gaze open a fraction, trying to read into what his was getting at. His mouth was barely parted and moist now from her mouth; his gaze darting off to the right side of her, and back at her.

It took her a few heartbeats and deep breaths, both their chests still moving in sync, before she managed a weak reply. "Hm?" Her nails scraped lightly, involuntarily over his scalp as her fingertips eased out, languidly raking back some of his blond strands into order again.

"It's getting dark...late... I mean the evening's coming fast now and—"

"I should go home." She finished his sentence in the faintest whisper and suddenly went very, very still. Home was...home meant leaving him, going back alone. Her mouth trembled softly with a slow, sultry pout of reluctance.

What about another kiss...or two? Who cared if it was dark... Or that there might be rumors about her and Nai'o now... Oh but wait, she didn't know yet... Was this a promise that it was really gonna happen...sometime soon maybe?

His nose brushed her forehead as he murmured a husky laugh, drawing his head back to gaze at her flushed expression. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, not bothering to hide a rather satisfied grin.

"Y-yea...of course." It came out in a broken rush as she quickly struggled to compose herself. All these overwhelming feelings. What was that strange quiver running through her stomach again. Gosh she needed a glass of water, or ice cold dunk in the lake to cool down.

"Of course you'll see me," she teased, chuckling self-consciously while letting her eyes rove around his handsome face. Then her hand shot to the middle of his chest to play with the top button on his shirt, the first thing her fingertips touched, without thinking as her glance lingered. "Even if we'd say we wouldn't meet, I bet you'd still manage to show up somewhere and run into me anyway."

She hadn't even dared to fully admit it to herself yet. Sybl knew her flirting had turned more and more subtle...and eventually deeper feelings had welled up as well. For some strange reason she did not like being the more forthright one... so her subtle approach had worked, instead? Her expression turned sober at this moment as her glance jumped back up. "Thank you for showing me how to do a backflip. Maybe we could practice again some time, if you have time..."

"Maybe we should," he agreed softly, giving her a roguish little half-smile. He stepped away at last, putting a proper amount of distance between them so her body wasn't pressed to his, so he could actually breathe a moment. He started towards the orchard.

The warmth seemed to remain in her cheeks, like a little pocket of his body heat had settled there. Sybl huffed, reaching up to tug at her roots as she watched him walk away.

"That's it?" She mumbled to herself, shaking her head before shaking out her arms at her sides. It would certainly be hard to sleep that night. No matter how many times her head would hit her pillow, her mind wouldn't calm down. Not as long as the memory of this kiss stayed. The soft, gentle pressure on her lips that she had dared to answer; hoping so much that she wasn't doing any of it wrong.

#palia #palia fanfic #palia nai'o #idk what this is

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lizlet · 4 months

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2023, in bullet points

I find myself consumed by an assortment of random thoughts, as we reach the end of the year, and as the sun aims downward for one last sunset, I'm going to try sharing them... in the form of bullet points!

In January of 2023, I got to interview John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats, because he guest-starred on an episode of Poker Face and one of the cool things about working for a publication that's largely focused on music is that all I had to do to get his reps' info was ask a colleague. It was a good, fun interview, and he gave me his direct phone number in case I needed to ask him any follow-ups, and I actually did have something I needed to clarify. So I called him a second time, and during that second call, I told him the thing that I'd held back during that first interview, because I'm always on the fence about how much to say to people about how much I love their work: I told him how much I love the song "This Year," how I blast it every New Year's Eve and scream along in triumph, because it's so much easier to sing "I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me" on December 31st. I don't have a transcript of that second call, but I remember he took the compliment with practiced grace, saying something along the lines of "Thank you for saying that, because it means I know I did at least one thing with my time on this earth that helps people."

That's often what I think about, when measuring my accomplishments for the year — what are the things I did that made the world a slightly better place, on a big or large level?

I know I wrote a lot. Wrote stuff I was very proud of and wrote stuff I was less proud of, but sometimes that's what happens. Got into a good groove with Wren Graves at Consequence, who became my default editor early in the year and has proven to be annoyingly good at noticing when a piece could be better and pointing that out. It's good to have an editor who is a lovely and generous person and who also knows your flaws (like, for example, the fact that I maybe repeat words a little too often; if Wren were editing this, he'd send me back this paragraph with the word "good" in bold three times, and he would be right to do so).

Did a lot of interviews, even with the double strike shutting down a lot of opportunities, and checked a few people off the ol' bucket list. (I don't know why John Cho has eluded me for years, but achievement unlocked, thanks to The Afterparty Season 2.) It is still a bit baffling to the awkward-ass adolescent who lurks inside me that a significant part of my job is talking to famous people, and that I may be pretty good at it. (Sorry Wren.)

Hit my second anniversary at Consequence, an outlet that lets me get weird when the occasion calls for it and always offers up new challenges. (Got a couple of big challenges already in the works for January, which I'm doing my best not to think about until January 2nd.) It's a small but mighty team, and I'm happy to be working with them all.

Got elected to the position of secretary on the Television Critics Association board, which has also presented a wild new array of challenges, but the other board members are great and Winter Press Tour is on! ::knocks on any available wood nearby::

I tried as much as possible to be a person who says yes to things, especially if they might lead to wild new experiences. Saw more friends and more theater and live comedy than I have in years past, which makes me happy. (Especially when I can combine the friends WITH the theater and live comedy.)

Also got to spend a good amount of time with my family, who are cool people that I just genuinely enjoy spending time with. Even went on a gosh-darned vacation with them, to Ireland and Scotland, which was overall pretty magical. It's funny how when you're a kid, going on a bus trip to look at pretty scenery sounds very boring, and yet when you're an adult, that's just a really wonderful time.

Continued two streaks of approximately equal length: sobriety and daily usage of Duo Lingo. Both have been rewarding in their own unique ways.

Thanks in part to Duo Lingo, I learned how to type é and ü characters on a keyboard, which isn't a huge deal necessarily, but I have been typing on computers for nearly the entire span of my life (started around three or four years old) and so learning a new trick, after all this time, was pretty exciting. You go around thinking you know everything there is to know, and then you learn a new thing, and it makes you excited to find out what else there is to learn.

That's the energy I try to bring to every year, even a year like 2023, which on a global level was undeniably pretty garbage, especially the way it set the stage for 2024 being potentially worse. I donate money to big and small causes and take public transit whenever I can and only spend time on Elon Musk's Twitter when it's absolutely essential (someone has posted a link to an adorable cat video). I know I could be doing more. I hope I'm doing enough, and try to exceed "enough" when I can.

I had to take a break from writing this just now because I'm in the middle of my second-favorite New Year's Eve tradition: Doing laundry, so that when I get home after a casual hang tonight, I can curl up in my nice clean sheets and wake up like a big toasty cinnamon bun. Best way to start a new year, in my opinion.

While handling laundry, I've been watching The O.C., and it feels like a true portent of good things that my rewatch has brought me to the New Year's Eve episode, even though this means the arrival of Oliver, who I recall being Bad News.

Still, this reminds me to mention that the book I can't stop recommending to people right now is Ben McKenzie's Easy Money, a surprisingly fun read that left me almost feeling like I understand crypto (and definitely makes me think I understand the grotesque human cost of it).

That last bullet point also strongly indicates that I should try to read more books in 2024.

I'm writing this, like I write pretty much everything, in Evernote, and out of laziness I'm going to post it to Tumblr because that should be relatively easy, but I do want to write more personal stuff in the new year, and might look into setting up a new blog or (non-Substack) newsletter for such a purpose.

But I'm also continuing to work on novels — 500 words or so a day, every day I can, until it starts to add up to something. I've developed a lot of daily practices over the last two and a half years: I journal every morning, go running every other day, write my 500 words in the evenings after logging off work, and keep my Wordle and Duo Lingo streaks alive, amongst other things. And they all contribute to me feeling saner and stronger than I remember feeling during the worst periods of my life to date. Worse days may be coming. But I'm glad to be starting the new year with... well, with clean sheets, at the very least.

And before I go out for the night, I may jump around the apartment and sing.

Auld Lang Syne, bitches. Good luck to us all in 2024.

#in which our heroine #happy new year

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i--antimony · 7 months

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tuesday

i am bruising my fingers from how hard im knocking on wood but my health has been ??? good ???? are we back baby???

listening: IM ALMOST DONE WITH TWILIGHT MIRAGE...i just started the finale episodes and i think ill finish it before the next tuesdaypost!! and also the over the garden wall soundtrack as per the 'watching' section, and also delta's synthtober playlist :) it's. good. i'm really sad the spooky scary skeletons got removed though.

reading: fanfic!

locked tomb: ptolemia, like the gates of hell, explicit, mind the fuckin warnings fr

in the season of mirabells, very charming jodybeth

homestuck: splickedyhat, aliens sure are weird, fun little exploration of making the homestuck aliens More Alien

watching: my roommate decided she wanted to do a Yay October night so she made non-alcoholic hot toddies (by cooking off the alcohol lol) and pumpkin ravioli in a pumpkin sauce and we rewatched over the garden wall. i didn't even cry this time! i love that show so much.

making: working on my market bag more, i'll add photos once it's recognizably a market bag! and also trying valiantly to finish my fucking tank top. i've been working on it for over a year. literally all i have left is the straps but i'm full of indecision over them.

so i decided to be clever and over-engineer straps instead of committing to normal straps, a tie, or a racerback. i sewed some buttons on and technically finished one of the straps, but it looks. so bad with the buttonholes. i think because of the pattern, it's not just a knit strap but a knit one/slip one purlwise with yarn in front alternating type deal which does create a cool tube-like texture but it does mean that breaking it up to make buttonholes totally fucked it. i'm deciding now whether or not i want to unravel it and just redo it in a normal knit or stockinette so that it won't look like shit with the buttonholes, or if i just want to commit to making it normal straps because let's be totally real, i will never wear it without a bra (so neck tie right out) (UNLESS...i sew bra cups into it.....)(no i wont do this i dont think it'll look good) and i basically never wear racerbacks either. so. much to consider for that. maybe ill make a tumblr poll for it later with some photos lol id love to solicit some opinions.

i've also been working on my songxuexiao college fencing au fic. it's really silly and self-indulgent but that's what makes it fun to do lol.

misc: bro the kerr metric can suck my entire ass <3 that's all. the math for this week's homework is so nasty haha

#tuesdayposting

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lunapwrites · 11 months

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It's summer.

You're standing in your parents kitchen, wearing your little brother's shorts and hoping no one says anything about it. (They don't even notice.) It's hot as hell, stuffy; windows open, since you've got the sort of parents that have air conditioning but don't like to use it. There's a little breeze that flutters the weird lacy half-curtains, wind chime ringing, but it dies halfway across the countertop. So there you are, bare feet and sticky linoleum floors. Everything's fucking Pepto Bismol pink.

Mom's fussing at the stove, smacking pots and pans and cussing under her breath (and over it too) and you can see the hair sticking to the back of her neck too. Stubborn. She smacks the pot down, grabs her purse, rifles around in it. Calls your name. Turns around to shove five dollar bills into your hand, run down to the store and grab a gallon of milk. You're, what, fourteen? Fifteen? So no car yet, but you've got a bike you like to ride down the hill at the end of the road - no hands, no pedaling. Just cool, easy breeze.

It's a shame the store's a mile in the other direction, on an incline.

Still, you could go for a ride. Beats sweating your ass off here.

You grab your backpack and your Diskman, headphones hooked round your ears, and set off at a good clip while still in sight of the house. (Slower once you get past the fuck off huge rhododendrons lining the drive. You're in no rush.) It's still hot, but you can lift your elbows a bit now, get a breeze flowing. Glide along the pavement a bit - you're not at the uphill bit yet. It's bright out, clouds making a valiant attempt but the sun's not fucking having it, not today. The sky's a faded sort of blue. Jeans that went through the wash half a dozen times too many, knees all worn out. There's honeysuckle thick on the air, twisting up and into the pines. Little white blooms dotted all along the deepest green. If you were walking, you'd grab one to chew on, sweet like red clover.

There's a low hum of life around you, loud enough to hear over the music blasting in your ears. A rattle and seethe of insects and frogs and birds, chirping and chattering in the woods as you ride by. They don't bother you. (The ticks won't either if you keep off the grass.) The only cars around are the ones parked in driveways, half-hidden by trees and bushes and custom mailboxes. Some of em have little signs with last names you don't recognize but your parents probably do. They know everyone.

You weave around the middle of the road, lazy like, one hand dropped to your side. It's quiet. Speed limit's 45, and no one's around to hit it. Certainly not you. There's horse shit on the side of the road, somewhat fresh, and a long-dead deer, less fresh - nothing but a few bones and a pile of fur melted into the dirt like mold. You wonder if that's where your dog got the ribcage from. He'd brought it home slung over his back like Santa Claus with a bag of toys, ho ho... ohhhh. Little shit was so proud of himself.

(You also wonder when your parents will put up a fence, but you know the answer to that already.)

After a while, you see the store up ahead, stuck in the middle of a criss-cross of intersections no one ever uses. There's a patch of dirt across one street that everyone calls a parking lot (it isn't.) The shop's the same color as your house, same pale yellow siding, but taller. The gas pumps are all gone now, though you don't know why - something about insurance, you can't remember. You were too young then and can't be bothered now. You swing your leg over the side of the bike and dismount while it's still moving - a little trick that always makes you feel fancy. Less so the kickstand that doesn't work. You lay your bike next to the rusty ice box, pause your music, and walk in.

The bells hung on top the door jingle as you walk in, metal-frame door slamming back into place as if to scold you for letting all the cold air out. You probably had.

The place is real dingy on the inside, like some relic of the fifties gone to shit. It's cramped, hardly bigger than your kitchen with shelves so low you can see over them, condensation dripping from every glass door. Dark wood panel walls and yellowy tile floors that were probably white once upon a time - the counters are clean, at least. The AC's on, but you wouldn't know it. There's one of those metal fans with the little ribbons on it perched behind the deli counter, and the owner's sat in front of it melting like a snow cone in his little folding chair. He's watching the world's smallest television from across the room. Local news or something. Looks sweatier than you feel. He grunts hello though, so you know he's not dead yet. That's good; he makes some damn good sandwiches, even if you always pick off everything but the meat and cheese (especially the tomatoes.) Not today's mission, but maybe next time.

You could walk that floor blind, making a bee-line to the fridge - ignoring the siren call of the Good Humor ice cream chest - and popping open the door. You wrap your hand around the cold, wet handle of a gallon of 2%. The sharp plastic seam bites into your knuckles like it always does, and you wince but carry on. You eye the Snapple case; pink lemonade sounds real good. You grab one of those too, and a Twix bar; call it a finder's fee. You take em to the counter, set em down and the owner heaves himself up and over to you. Rings you up on a register older than God while you debate on whether or not to add a pack of Bubble Tape (you decide against it this time.) He drops everything but the milk in a little plastic bag for you. No receipt; you both know you're not bringing anything back. The milk you stuff into your backpack and swing it up onto your shoulders, straps chafing hard against the bare skin there. For the first time, you regret the tank top.

Say hi to your dad for me. Sure thing.

The bells jingle again as you step back out into the sun.

Golden hour's almost over now, sun at your back, kissing the tree tops. You've got the plastic bag wrapped over the left handlebar, and the Snapple bottle keeps clinking against the head tube - glass on metal - so you hook your thumb around it to keep it steady while you're racing back home. The way back is faster, slightly downhill. A good thing, since the bag you're carrying is a little colder, a little wetter than you'd anticipated - you hope to every God you can name that you didn't pop the cap when it smacked against the small of your back. Fingers crossed.

The scenery's the same: still green, still blue. Only now a little darker, a little cooler, a little more crowded as a Ford whips past you going too fast in the other direction. Diesel. You know he's got until the store to slow his ass down to 25 unless he wants every cop in town - all two of them - on his tail. They're hungry out this way. Bored. You all are.

Takes two songs until your front tire hits the dirt of your driveway, crunch of pebbles and dust as you drive straight up to the garage, dismounting just like you did at the shop. Haul your spoils back into the house - still stuffy and eye-searingly pink. Screen door slams behind you. The backpack slips off your right shoulder, swinging onto your left hip as you open it, extracting the prize. One gallon of milk, delivered straight into the fridge, lid intact. Your mother doesn't ask for change; she knows better.

Dinner'll be ready in a bit.

Your shoulders are burning. You head back to your room and swap your CD from your Diskman to your stereo, and lie down on the worn, scratchy carpet. You can hear your brothers fighting in the basement, your mom ripping the door open to shriek full names down the stairs. She mixes them up; it ruins the effect.

You take a long sip of your Snapple - a little sour, a little cloyingly sweet. A little warmer now than you'd like.

It's too fucking hot for this shit.

#summer gothic #my writing #a little time capsule.

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anxiousanteaterr · 3 months

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my idea for a PLA style game set in unova would be cowboy times, but it sucks so bad.

You play as a Pokérancher who just wants to live their life raising some Mudbray with your trusty elemental monkey (you get to pick which one), but one night on your way home from a trip to town, you run into some shady folk who were trying to transport an unruly pokémon, and they're being very cruel about it. You intervene because your Mudsdale charges at them head on so you have no choice. There's some weird horse(?) in the cage. You bring it back to your ranch and try to nurse it back to health but its a slog bc its heavy as hell and it hates you. It hates you sooo much. If it wasn't for its bum leg, you're sure it would have killed you by now.

Two more horses(??) show up over time and move right into the barn beside the first one. They also hate you, but seem to understand that you're tying to help? Or they just want to hide?? Who knows. Certainly not you. Your Mudsdale does! She speaks with them often, but she tells you nothing. As she does.

You now have to deal with hiding all three of these weird ass horses(???) that barely hold back their desire to gore you from: The Bad Guys. Unova's overarching government thats barely holding it together. Each and Every Single Town and City's own personal mayors and/or governments that all would like to become the overarching Unovan ruling system. And some pompus green haired fuck with clothes louder than his voice, parading around on a Zebstrika and claiming to be the descendant of Unova's ancient royal lineage.

He says he's looking for his swords and "wants his swords back" but you dont HAVE any swords, you just have HORSES. You keep telling him this as you whack him with a "mud" covered shovel to keep him from jumping the fence to get to the barn, and he keeps giving you books to read up on what he means. But you weren't taught to read. You were taught to raise Mudbray.

Lightning storms and wildfires are plauging the region, but that's not your problem (Wrong), and every time you hear the crack of lightning or smell smoke in the air, you get nervous. Your house is wood. The fences. The barns. And your land is dry.

Then ANOTHER weird horse shows up in the barn one day, but at least this one definitely looks like a horse!! But its not a Mudbray, so Arceus only knows where it came from, and you can tell by the look in its eyes that there isnt a single brain cell bouncing around in its little head. The other three "horses" get bent right out of shape if you so much as even look at the foal, but its so utterly helpless that you have to intervene or else it'll lodge its stupid big ass horn into the wall and get stuck again. And somehow that's the one the rumors say everyone wants to get their hands on?

Your life sucks so much and you could lose everything in a single thunderstorm, wildfire event, or a visit from the wrong person at the wrong time, but you got your loyal, pedigree Mudsdale and elemental monkey, so life is okay, actually.

Until The Plot drags you into shit too far from home, way outside of your skill and pay grade, and youre sitting at a campfire wondering how your Mudbray at home are doing while this stupid green haired fool is babbling about ancient kings or whatever.

#pokemon #all the unova rep has me rotating this idea in my head again

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extinctfowl · 5 months

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today in qsmp facilitating cultural exchange: tubbo calling sunny trailer park princess has caused me to make an entire trailer park au based on my experiences where all of the residents live in the same trailer park and get into Shenanigans

highlights include:

dapper conducting biodiversity studies on the Obligatory Trailer Park Creek complete with spreadsheet to track the water quality

consequently richas needing to get a tetanus shot after he got himself all cut up crawling into the rusty underpass pipe where the creek goes under the road because dapper made a game out of getting him to clear the creek of litter

pomme having a bb gun and running around in the woods nearby shooting at glass bottles lined up on tree stumps

foolish and vegetta being the richest in the park and having. gasp. A DOUBLE WIDE TRAILER

the brazilians using wooden pallets as bed frames so the mattresses arent on the bare ass ground

fit and pac meeting because fit works as a truck driver delivering said wooden pallets and caught pac trying to steal one by hauling it over the fence one day when they first moved to the trailer park

bads trailer having an enclosed porch and all the kids piling in there on cold days for hot cocoa and cookies

fred being the secretary at the main office that tubbo saw one day while delivering that months rent check and instantly fell in love with so now he finds any and every excuse to go there and hang out. haha isnt it weird how often the sink in his house breaks and he needs to go to the office to have fred get the landlords to send a repairman out....

#trailer park sunny SO precious to me and it spiraled Rapidly out of control #the mental image of the day after richas all grumpy and covered in bandages from his adventure under the underpass 😭😭#he refuses to talk to dapper for the next three days until dapper offers him a dime for every mcdonalds wrapper he fishes out of the creek #and my mans is Right back to doing it he does Not learn from his mistakes

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l-itraklies · 1 year

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The cullens habbits

A/N- headcannons of what i think the cullens do in their free time. Little 18+ if you back up and squint. Cursing because I hate bella

Alice:

She and Renesme (wtf bella) like to bake because Renesme likes baked goods. Even though no one else has to eat. She also likes just dance, which emett makes fun of her for. She hold the record in the house. She LOVES true crime. Like, more than the average person.

Jasper:

Like a true cowboy, he will find a local ranch and works as a ranch hand. He feeds, washes, and rides the horses. All the horses have a bond with him, and he loves them like children. And, if it's a ranch that does lessons, he acually love teaching kids. When they ask about his ✨️battle scars✨️he says horses gave them. And he goes to the bating cages but just doesn't use his full strength. And, something tells me he has like an antique gun he takes to the middle of the woods and shoots beer cans and trees

Emett

He has an Xbox, a playstation, and a switch. So video games take up most of his time when he isn't with Rosaline. Also, he won't admit it, but he loves cheesy rom-coms, like netflix to hallmark he watches it all. Also, cop shows. Like every NCIS(the original, new Orleans, los Angeles, Hawaii) Chicago pd/fire/med, S.W.A.T, Hawai 5-0. All of it is memorized and seen every episode of every season at least twice.

Rosaline:

Who do you think got emett in to rom-coms. She's worse than him. She likes to indulge in her old dream of the perfect white picket fence, trophy wife fantasy. Her and Alice watch true crime together. She likes shopping and doing her makeup. Her and Renesme do skincare and spa days like every week even though they don't need it.

Esme:

She likes going out with Carlisle. Like the cutest shit ever. She picks up after everyone, not cause their lazy. She just likes it. She likes slow dancing, she'll turn on old 60's songs like the rightous brothers, the 77 band the police and just has a blast. She also likes lounging outside, because wether or not she can get a tan. It won't stop her from lounging outside till the sun goes down.

Carlisle

He will deep clean the house... for fun. Like, a serious germaphobe and has bad ocd. Like, in the novies there isnt mud in the house, I wonder why. Because dr. C makes it that way. But when he isnt cleaning he's with his wife. Date night, slow dance, old cheesy romance movie repeat. Or taking care if his problematic ass kids.

Edward:

Speaking of problematic ass kids. He watches Bella and Renesme like a fucking hawk. And when he's not doing that, he's doing bella. I'm half kidding. He likes reading old books that are more dust than books. And, making sure Jake keeps his distance from his daughter. Sometimes, he takes Bella and Renesme to Isle Esme for a vacation, where they can shine with no weird looks.

Bella:

I don't WANT to do this, but life isn't about wants. She practices her powers. And, she loves having girls' days with her sister in laws and daughter. She likes taking esme to extendes family houses, on edwards side. She calls her parents as often as she's allowed. Her and Emett restle because he was salty about losing to her when she turned.

Renesme:

She loves hanging out with her aunts and uncles. And, everytime their in Forks, she goes to see charlie because they have a healthier relationship than Charlie and Bella. He stopped questioning her growth after a while. She and Jake cuddle because, again, a HEATHY (ish) relationship once she isn't an actual child.

#twighlight #jasper hale #alice cullen #rosaline cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #bella cullen #renesmee cullen

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 1 year

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My mare already has a weird ass tooth, she doesn't need any more from wood chewing. Idk if I told you about the "windblock" that was super nice in her paddock. It's absolutely destroyed. My mare taught the other three on her paddock how to chew wood so now this windblock is full of holes and much shorter in some areas. Like Swiss cheese. It stands by the fence... MOCKING ME. Reminding me how much of a problem my mare is. I love her, but I am also very happy I'm not forced to pay for all the little things she ruins and teaches others to ruin.

One day I saw all four of them lined up chewing the windblock together

She’s starting a gang. First it’s the windblock and then it’s the ENTIRE barn

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