#All the animal comparisons were crazy

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When I finished 1984 I had 2 sit there 4 a few minutes and just think abt what I had read

[simplyholl]

Filthy

Summary: After a long mission, Bucky needs you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

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"Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" Your sweet voice replayed over and over in his mind. He hadn't flat out refused your offer, but he hadn't said yes either. Now as he laid under the rubble of the bomb Hydra had detonated, it was all he could think of.

You were friends, one of the only people besides Steve to make him feel welcome on the Avengers. The others were wary of him, and he didn’t blame them. He had done unforgivable things as The Winter Soldier. Now he was fighting for the right cause. He couldn't help the reoccurring nightmares of the horrors he encountered in his past. He didn't want to get too comfortable in his new life, the one Steve helped him obtain because he was scared The Winter Soldier was still lurking around in his brain somewhere.

That's why he never dated. Sam would tease him, telling him he could have anybody he wanted, but he settled for his hand every night. Bucky couldn't afford to get too close to anyone. Especially someone who was weaker than him like the opposite sex. He was scared he would lose control while being intimate and hurt or even kill his partners. So he never let anyone get too close, until you.

You came bouncing into his life unexpectedly. You were brought on the team shortly after him. He would never forget your first day. Steve introduced you to everyone at the morning meeting. You were all smiles, your bubbly personality instantly drawing him in. The others were making comparisons between the two of you immediately. You were so happy, so upbeat all the time and Steve was the only one who could get Bucky to crack his cold exterior and actually smile.

Despite your differences, you got along great. Which was a bonus since Tony liked to pair you together for missions. You worked well together, complimenting each other in ways you had never thought of. Who knew almost dying together every week can cause you to form close bonds? You were spending all your free time together. You introduced him to your favorite films, some of them were awful, but he would never tell you that. You would stay up late together watching old reruns of 90's sitcoms for comfort after long missions. Bucky would go shopping with you, holding every bag you had and never complaining.

The team thought something was going on between you. Why else would the cold super soldier follow you around like a lost puppy? They put Steve up to asking about it, but Bucky denied anything but friendship. There had never been anything happen in the whole year you knew each other. You never sat too close or crossed any boundaries, never thought about it until a month ago.

One of the longest, most dangerous missions you had ever been on finally came to a close. There had been too many casualties and you were upset. Even the comfort of your warm pajamas and favorite movie didn't ease your mind. Bucky thought you needed to be alone, so he told you goodnight and headed for his room. You called after him pleading him to stay with you. You couldn't be alone, not after that.

He hesitated, he never stayed the night with anyone because of his nightmares. Tony even gave him a pass when a mission required room sharing. He was the only one who didn't have to pair up. He was afraid he might hurt you or scare you during his sleep. He tried to tell you, but you couldn't be swayed. He found himself under your fluffy pink comforter on heart shaped pillows, surrounded by a mountain of stuffed animals but he felt oddly at home.

You tried to cuddle up to him, but he scooted away. He didn't want you too close to him while he was asleep just in case he had a nightmare. But you didn't care. You told him if he attacked you in his sleep, you would blast his dick off. That made him a little less worried. "How do Tony and Clint do it?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, trying to snuggle the grumpy super soldier. "Do what?" He relaxed a little under your touch. "The whole normal family thing. They have a wife, kids, the works, and they are the only ones. The rest of us can't keep a relationship for more than a month, and some only do one night stands. It's hard being a hero when you have to give up stuff like that."

Bucky considers your words carefully. "Is that something you want?" You throw your leg over him, trying to get comfortable. "Eventually, I want to settle down. I'm thinking at least ten years from now, not any time soon. It's just hard to tell who is asking you out for the right reasons or because you're famous. I can't tell you how many phones I've destroyed after dates because they were trying to live stream the whole thing. Is that why you don't date?"

Bucky tenses, explaining how his past as The Winter Soldier scared him away from anything like that. "So you haven't been having sex because you're scared you will hurt someone?" He nods and you giggle. Bucky looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm sorry Bucky, that's ridiculous. Your arm must be so tired! Oh my God! Do you use the metal one?" His silence makes you laugh harder. "Bucky there are super powered women you could have been sleeping with this whole time. People who could at least put up a fair fight if something like that happened, but you're okay now right? I thought the code words didn't work anymore." You rub his back soothingly.

You gasp as an idea hits you. "Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" It was like word vomit. You didn't mean to say it out loud, but you couldn't take it back now. Bucky is so still that you think he's fallen asleep. Thankful he didn't hear your unhinged suggestion, you lay your head down to go to sleep.

"You mean that?" Bucky asks after a few minutes of silence pass. "If it wouldn't hurt our friendship then, why not? I trust you. And I could hold my own if things went sideways. Plus, I'm a lot hotter than your hand, you have to admit that." The quip earned a chuckle from him. "Can I think about it?" He asks, his seriousness taking over. "Of course." You snuggle back into him, sleep finding you more quickly than you would've liked. That was a little over a month ago, neither of you brought it up afterward. You figured he didn't want to hurt your feelings, so you let it go.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand helping him to his feet. "I thought we lost you back there." He says leading him to the quinjet. On the ride home, Bucky thought about his life, how unhappy he had been lately. He thought of you and how he kept you at arm's length to protect you from himself. You were always so open to him, always letting him know what was on your mind. When you suggested the two of you sleep together, he was shocked. Of course, he wanted to but he couldn't. You were too sweet, he was jaded. He would end up hurting you somehow, he was sure of it. But you weren't scared of him, you trusted him.

Bucky thought of all the times he laid alone at night, masterbating when he could have went home with someone instead. He always turned them down, he couldn't risk it. He lived too dangerously. He could lose his life any moment saving the planet from the next alien attack. Wasn't it time he started living for himself? He had his mind made up when the quinjet landed. Steve told him to go get the cuts on his face and arm examined but he ignored him.

He almost ran to the elevator, not bothering to wait for Steve to get on before pressing the button to shut the doors. When it finally stopped on his floor, he walked by his room, stopping three doors down right outside of yours. He should have cared that it was three in the morning, that he would be waking you up, but he didn't. He tapped on the door loud enough to wake you.

He regretted coming straight here as he waited for you, he should have went to his room to shower first. His leather jacket was dirty and torn. There was a small gash on his arm that had finally stopped bleeding. His face was filthy and according to Steve, he had a cut there too. He probably looked terrifying. He thought about leaving to clean up, but then he heard the pitter patter of your feet as you approached the door.

You pull it open slightly at first, to see who is outside, opening it wider when you see him. He steps inside as you shut it back, locking it behind him. Bucky looks around the dark room noticing the glow from your tv. Your hair is messy, you must have been sleeping fitfully. His gaze drops to your body, you're wearing a black t-shirt that stops at your hips and black lace panties.

"Are you okay?" You ask taking in his disheveled appearance. You turn to get something to clean his wounds, his vibranium hand catches your wrist. "Bucky? What hap-" He picks you up with one arm, holding you close to his body as his lips crash into yours. He walks you to the edge of your bed, tumbling on top of you as your back hits your fluffy pink comforter.

"Do you still want this?" He asks, his voice rougher than he intended. You can't think clearly, not with him on top of you, caging you in like this. His blue eyes search your face as he waits for an answer. Your panties grow wetter with each second that passes. Your nipples are peaked under your shirt, desperate to be touched as you press your chest to his dirty leather jacket. "Yes" You somehow manage to whisper your confirmation.

His mouth is on yours again, rough and demanding, almost desperate. You cup his face with your hands, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." You assure him, breaking the kiss. He groans, hating the loss of contact. "Can't" He rasps, his face nuzzling against your neck. He nips and kisses the sensitive skin there, his tongue licking from your shoulder to your jaw.

His flesh hand travels to your chest, rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple. He keeps kissing his way back down your throat until he reaches the collar of your shirt. His metal arm grabs the top, slipping underneath to get a good grip on it. He rips it down the center with little effort.

You gasp as the cold air hits your now exposed chest. But you're not cold for long, Bucky's lips capture a nipple between his lips tugging and sucking like his life depends on it while his flesh hand toys with the other one. You're not sure what has gotten into him, you never expected it to be like this, like he needs you.

He kisses a trail down your stomach to your panties. They aren't exactly see through, but they don't hide anything either. His vibranium fingers dig into your hip as he lowers his face, his pink tongue licking up the center of your soaked panties. You whimper underneath him, your fingers sliding in his hair, pulling at the short strands.

He grunts as he licks you through the lacy material. You try to close your legs around his head, hoping to bring yourself more relief. Bucky's steel grip on your hip tightens as he brings his flesh hand to your thigh, pulling it off him. He opens you wide, continuing his desperate assault on you. "I need more, please." You whine, needing to actually feel him against you.

He thankfully takes mercy on you, removing his hands to grab both sides of your panties. "Lift your hips for me." You do as your told, and he slides the unwanted garment off of you. He drags you to the edge of the bed, lowering himself on his knees in front of you. He parts your thighs, metal hand returning to its rightful place on your hip. You place your leg over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as the anticipation makes your skin prickle.

His hot breath on your soaked core makes you tremble. You feel him smirk against you. "I havent even touched you yet and you're shakin' like a leaf." A dark chuckle escapes him and he dives in. His tongue flat against you as he gathers your slick, bringing it to your clit and swirling it around. He moans, loving the way you taste. He wraps his lips around your most sensitve part, drawing you in, causing your hips to buck upward.

His grip on your hip tightens, a bruise beginning to form under his thumb. "Be a good girl for me. Stay still." His voice is soft, gentle, a complete contrast to his actions. He alternates between sucking you roughly and licking you slowly. You squirm underneath him, you're so close. He suddenly stops, removing his face from you.

His flesh hand rubbing your stomach, before laying his arm on you forcefully to keep you from moving. "I said stay still." He growls, his tongue swiping your clit before he sucks it between his lips once more. It takes every ounce of concentration you have to not writhe against him. You've never seen him like this so needy, almost feral. He's like a wild animal slurping you down like you're the first thing he's eaten in weeks. You don't dare to disturb him. So you lie as still as you can, letting him have you.

He needs this. He needs you. He flicks his tongue expertly over your clit, sendng you spiralling. He holds you down as he takes all he wants from you. He's not satisfied until you come three times. Your legs are wobbly, you couldn't get up if you had to. Tears stream down your face from how intense it was. He finally stands, unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down just enough to free himself.

He adjusts himself between your legs, filling you up. You gasp, grabbing onto his grimy leather jacket for support. You wonder why he didn't bother with getting undressed, but you don't mind. You love how dirty he is. How the filth on his jacket rubbing against your bare chest is the sexiest thing in the world right now. How you can see the cut on his arm, dried blood on his sleeve. You don't know if it's his or some Hydra asshole's, and you don't know which is hotter.

His hair is disheveled. His face is scraped, dirt from the mission caked on him, remnants of your arousal still on his mouth. He fills you completely over and over, holding you as close as he can. His pants rub the back of your thighs as he pounds into you. You caress his face, "Can I be on top?" You ask quietly, afraid you'll offend him some way in his feral state. He flips you so his back is on your mattress. Normally you would be upset that your sheets were getting dirty, but you didn't mind at all. You place your legs on either side of him, sliding down his length. Your ass hits the fabric of his jeans as you take all of him.

You look behind you noticing how big he looks on your bed. His leather boots covered in mud, hanging off the edge. A gush of arousal floods his lap, his hands hold your thighs, pulling you closer. You begin to lift yourself up and down on him, your legs still shaky from your earlier orgasms. Bucky notices you won't be able to keep it up for long, so he clutches your hips, taking over. He thrusts underneath you, your hands land on his shoulders needing to steady yourself. You love that it's giving the illusion that you're in control, your body on top of his, but he's calling all the shots, moving your body like he owns it.

You've never felt so full. It's as if Bucky can read your mind, his flesh hand pressing on the bulge he's making in your stomach. He works you harder now, his vibranium thumb coming between you to swirl your clit. Your vision goes blurry, stars bursting behind your eyelids. You come with a loud cry of his name. He follows shortly after, spilling inside you. He holds you close, as you listen to his breathing slow down as he drifts off to sleep while still inside you.

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Hey sis, can I request a Dahlia with burlap and maybe some lace 🤭

Jason Todd X reader where reader is Selina Kyles protege and a vigilante, her superhero name is Kitten.

They had a rivalry going back to Jason's Robin days, flirted like crazy on patrol, started dating in secret and reunite after his death.

You can choose how this goes, your writing is addictive to read, never stop doing what your doing.

Have a good day, and congratulations for 2000 followers! 💓

DON’T YOU LOVE ME STILL?

pairing. jason todd x fem!reader

warnings. smut

a/n. thank you

“tsk tsk, kitty.”

he circled you like an animal would their prey, the red hood had been chasing you for months. he’d get meaner every time you slipped from his grip but somehow he knew you.

your name, your thieving patterns, the way you flirted, everything.

“what now? i haven’t done anything wrong have i?”

you retorted, eyeing his figure. he was a big guy, you’d give him that much, big and clearly very strong. if you weren’t so annoyed at him you’d probably try to sleep with him.

“no?”

“mhm, i’ve been a good girl, Hood.”

jason loved the way you spoke to him, the teasing flirt in you voice. he knew he should’ve told you by now, that it’s him. your jason was home, but he wasn’t your jason now was he? no.

he was different, twisted, dirtied, he had blood on his hands. blood your jason would’ve never spilled in the first place.

“i don’t think stealing is classed as being a good girl, doll.”

you hated how much you liked hearing him call you that, you’re not sure when he had gotten closer but now he was towering over you. you liked that too though, how big he was in comparison to you.

he could dwarf you twice over. snap you in half without a thought, fuck imagine how he’d be in bed— no. back on track. you refused to go down that road.

“stealing to survive isn’t bad, is it?”

“you wouldn’t have to do any of that if you just took my offer.”

his offer. join him, not fighting on the streets but jason knew how well you could take down an organisation. how good you were at infiltrating. he needed that sort of skill if he was going to burn black mask to the ground.

“come on, baby doll. i’ll take care of you.”

you scoffed, turned your head away from him and he couldn’t help it then.

“don’t you love me still?” he asked, head tilting to the side as he watched you, stepping closer to tilt your head back up at him. “i know i was gone for six years—”

“jason.”

he had to give it you. you were so much smarter than anyone would give you credit for.

“that’s me, pretty.”

he loved the tremble of your lips as he pulled his helmet off, tossing it to the side as he revealed his face to you. even behind all those scars you’d know him anywhere.

your hands moved to cup his face immediately, eyes darting across his features. when had his eyes turned that shade of blue, it was bordering green now but they were just as beautiful as you remembered.

“you’re here… how?”

his eyes close as he leans into your touch, leaning his head down so you can hold him without the stretch.

“i’ll tell you another time, baby. i promise, right now i need you.”

his eyes open again and your stomach flutters at the way he looks at you, hungry and wanting. as if he’d waited those six years for this exact moment.

“can i have you?”

“you never have to ask that.”

he doesn’t waste a second, pressing you against a wall. and you’re reminded about the size difference between the two of you again. how’d he get so big?

he seems to have sensed your thoughts because he grins smugly, “like what you see, baby?”

“hm? you like being so much smaller than me that i have to lift you up so you can be face to face with me?” as if to emphasise his point he does just that, lifting you up and pressing your back against the wall.

you wrap your legs around his hips when his hands move to hold your ass, keeping you up by holding under.

“you changed.” you note aloud, eyes running down his upper body, your finger trailing down his chest.

“good or bad?”

“i like it.”

he smiles genuinely, playfully squeezing your ass as he rests his fore head against yours. “i missed you, baby. all those years gone, you were the only thing i remembered clearly.”

he kissed at your neck, whispering into your ear. his teeth scraped your neck. his kisses got more eager, needy and then his lips were on yours.

one of his hands had moved to your front to undo the zipper that ran over your chest. he knew how naked you’d be under the suit, your suit left no room for under garments.

he pawed at your breasts the second they were free before walking you through the set of emergency fire doors, he’d chosen this rooftop on purpose. he lived in this building.

he broke the kiss to walk the two of you down the stairs and onto his floor, you occupied yourself with leaving a series of pretty pink and purple marks on his neck. twisting your head so you could leave one on his adam’s apple too.

he dumped you on his bed, watching the way you bounced on the mattress before pulling off your suit. he did the same, tearing off his uniform, tossing it around the room before meeting you on the bed right after you tossed your domino mask aside.

your hands moved to pull the pair of cat ears atop of your head off but he stopped you. “keep ‘em on f’me.”

you nodded obediently and he couldn’t help but tease. “so snarky earlier, doll. what happened?”

“shut up and fuck me.” you scoffed, spreading you legs open for him.

his eyes dropped to your pussy, glistening in the moonlit room. he eyed you with no shame and you did the same. you mouth watering at the sight of his cock, you weren’t sure it would fit in you, something of that size

his hand moved to prepare you but you shook your head, “please jay. i don’t wanna wait.”

how could he say no when you asked so prettily. lining himself up with your entrance he pushed his tip through with a groan, head falling forward as yours fell back.

his hands kept your thighs spread open for him, “nearly half way, baby. you can do it, good girl.”

you whined at the stretch, he was so big. so big everywhere, his arms, his thighs, his hands, broad shoulder and chest, his cock.

finally he stopped pushing in, filling you all the way up. he waited, giving you time to adjust to his monstrous size. he laid on top of you, calmly breathing, giving you a sense of peace in the middle of all this before you tapped his bicep. “you can move.” you murmur to him.

he nods, pulling out most of the ways until the head of his cock is the only thing inside you before pushing back in, slowly to ease you around him.

his pace quickens over time, he fucks you faster with each thrust. soon he’s plowing into you, your knees hooked over his shoulders so he can angle himself deeper in you.

every time he fucks himself back into you, your body jolts as if you’re trying to get away from him, your thighs quiver. and he’d be concerned about your crying if you weren’t moaning his name like a prayer and asking for more.

“yeah? you like that, baby?” he coos, though his voice isn’t as smooth as intended, its rough and more like a growl. “you’re mine again, aren’t you?”

“yes yes yes.” you chant, nails scratching down his chest. “yours, all yours. jay, ‘m gonna—”

“i know, baby. you gonna cum f’me?”

you nod, “yes, please jay. can i?”

“can you what, doll? use your words, tell me what you want.”

“can i cum? please jay, i wanna—”

“cum for me, doll. show me how good you can be for me, show me and i’ll give you more.”

and you do, you come on his cock and he groans before he comes too, fucking you through it. slowing down when you ask him to because the overstimulation burns.

he kisses your cheek, nuzzling against it. “i missed you.” he hears you mumble, your arms wrap around his neck as he turns you over to lay on top of him, his softening cock still inside you.

“i missed you too, baby.”

he can feel your heart thumping in your chest as you eyes close. “you’ll stay?” you ask, despite this being his apartment.

“i’m never leaving you again.”

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[lure-of-writing]

Kick your ass

Note: Hi everybody long time no see! I would assume that is doesn't come as a surprise when I say being a flight attendant leaves no room for writing much less doing anything else but sleeping but here we are after what I'm sure can be counted as forever. Anyways I feel like this story is when your partner just isn't getting it right and it's driving you crazy and you get a little ( or a lot) sassy. I'm so happy to have finally written something in so long and I hope you love it!

Word count-2.3K

Warnings- none unless you count cussing

Summary: Lately all your mate does is piss you off. And don't get it wrong you love him but you are more than ready to kick his ass.

You love Azriel with all of your heart, your whole being if you're being completely honest but lately he has done nothing but piss you off. It first started with him going on a mission during the middle of your cycle. Since the moment you knew Azirel was your mate you gave clear explicit instructions that Azriel was to be no more than five feet away from you during that time of the year unless it was for something of the utmost importance and could not be handled by anyone else. Imagine your surprise when he started grabbing his leather clothing after he had made you breakfast and had gotten you comfortable in your bed that could fit three grown Illyrian men. 

“And just where do you think you're going?” Azriel could feel like distaste dripping off of your words and hitting him in the back as he was faced away from you. It was no secret that Azriel loved you more than life itself and would do absolutely anything to keep you safe and happy but when you were on your period you could be a handful and more often than not you tested his never ending patience until you actually found the end of its supply. With a slow release of his breath he turns around to find you perched on the edge of the bed throwing an angry glare in his direction. “Listen baby” the shadowsinger slowly approached you like you were a wild animal ready to strike at any moment and honestly that comparison isn’t too far off with the way you look like you're ready to rip his head off of his shoulders. “You know I wouldn’t go unless I had to, yeah?” he kneels before you gently rubbing comforting circles on your bare thigh while giving you a soft smile reserved for only you. “Is the information you retrieve from this mission of that great value?” he watched as you paused waiting for the answer that both he and you already knew. “Is there no one else beneath you who could do it instead?” And while yes there were people beneath him that could handle this task, Azriel is a perfectionist and would like to make sure things get done right. “Is it so important that you must leave your mate during their cycle knowing the excruciating pain I endure? It's so important you must put this before your mate?” 

Azriel knew this conversation was a losing battle on his end but he also knew if he would like to be able to sleep next to you tonight that he must offer something to make up for it. “No my love, there isn’t anyone else who can handle this as they are all busy at the moment but don’t worry I will be back before dinner.”  Even as you glowered down at him all the shadowsinger could think about was two things. One, he is definitely in trouble and two, how stunning you look. “I don’t care if no one else can do it, get that brute of your brother to handle it.” You waved your hand in a dismissive way as if to send Cassian on this mission yourself and Azriel couldn’t help but lay his head on your legs and laugh and your attitude. 

The next time Azriel made you mad was during a family dinner with the inner circle. At first with all the new people, family dinners were a little awkward and unbearable mostly due to Cassians pinning over Nesta and her constant blatant rejection but also because of the middle sister's fascination with your mate. Did she know he was your mate? Yes. Did that stop her from having a crush? Absolutely not.

As you were getting ready to head down to Feyres and Rhysands new house you had made it clear he needed to put his foot down and tell Elain he was not and would never be interested in a relationship with her otherwise you would handle it yourself and Azriel knew that meant you would become your own nasiter version of Nesta and you would tear her down until she couldn’t even look you in the eyes. It may not be the best way to handle her crush but until Azriel when it came to dealing with people who had a crush on him you tended to leave your manners at the door. 

Everything was going well at the river house until you walked into the dinning room with Amren and spot your mate seated next to Elain on one side and Mor on the other side. The whole group could feel the shift in the temperature as it dropped and you gave a cold and pointed stare to your mate. Possessing the same powers as Rhysand you barged into his mind “What the hell is this?” without responding he gently shakes his head in a not right here manner and pleading with his eye for you to just let this go. Silently you take your seat across the table from him and sit next to your high lady and Amren. For the rest of the dinner you say nothing as your pin Azriel to his seat as your seething anger radiates off of you and hits him like a tidal wave over and over again never once giving him a break. 

“Y/n” Azriel had waited until after you had taken your bath and done your fifteen step skin and body care route and had gotten into bed with your current book you picked to read before approaching you. He gently sat down on the bed next to your legs and hopped you don;t make him sleep on the couch tonight.  “I know you're upset with what happened at dinner but it just happened one minute I was talking with Mor and the next Elain was ushering us all in to eat dinner and she just happened to sit next to me.” As he gave his explanation of the night's events you had closed your book and laid it in your lap and nodded silently in understanding waiting for your mate to be done talking. “Is that so?” you asked in a thoughtful way. Now Azriel has been with you long enough to know that tone of voice and that statement should strike the fear of every god into him and it definitely did. “Yes, I promise that's what happened.” Once again you nodded in understanding before tilting your head to the side with a confused look on your face. “So if that's all that happened then why would Elain feel comfortable sitting next to you knowing that you have a mate who cannot stand her crush on you? And didn’t I tell you to make sure Elain knew in no uncertain terms that her fantasy of having a relationship with you was nothing more than a fantasy and if she tried I would kill her?” Azriels heart dropped to his stomach as he listened to you talk, he had known that there was something he needed to do but as soon as he entered the house Cassian gave him a cup of a mysterious alcohol and Rhysand had beckoned him over to fill him in on the status of a mission one of his spies were on. And before he knew it Morrgian had whisked him away to talk about her journey on the continent and the information she had obtained while there and the next thing he knew he was sat between the girl he used to have a crush on and the girl who currently has a crush on him. Candidly he knew he was fucked. 

“Let's go with your version of events like you said they happened shall we? I am going to assume you got too busy with everyone to tell Elain to knock off her childish behavior, which you would have done in a much nicer way because you are you. Then why didn’t you say anything to her when I walked in or better yet why didn’t you get up to sit next to me instead?” As a professional interrogator your mate knew you had just walked him into a trap and for a split second he wondered why you didn’t have his job instead. “Baby you know both of those options would have been rude and probably would have ruined the dinner.” Nodding in fake understanding you inspect your nails giving it a brief second before responding “And you are the shadowsinger of the night court. One of the most feared males in Prythian and you couldn’t muster up the courage to say something to Elain? How ironic is that.” You scoffed and shook your head in a surprised manner and needless to say he ended up sleeping on the couch that night. 

The last straw was watching Azriel train the valkyries and watching them not so subtly drool over your mate. You wouldn’t be one to blame them if they had done so in a respectful way but they were bluntly flirting with your mate right in front of you. One thing you loved about Azriel was how secure he was in your relationship. No one could make him look in the direction that wasn’t you, if someone was trying to flirt with him he didn’t register it unless it was you. And normally you wouldn’t have a problem with that except three girls were currently trying to make a pass at him and he had no reaction. Most would take that in a positive way but not you, you wanted him to shut that down the second it started and make a clear line in the sand on what was expected from the student-teacher relationship amongst him and the Valkyries he was training. “Azriel!” You had barely shouted his name from across the training platform on the house of wind but it felt as if you had. He turned around to see you leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest and face set in a scowl while glaring at him. Turing to look at the trainees before him he instructs them on what to do next before quickly making his way to you. “Yes my love?” he asks in such a hushed and concerned tone that you almost forget what you called him over to yell at him about, but over his shoulder you see one of the girls check him out and suddenly you remembered all over again what it was that you needed to speak to him about. “You need to tell your students to stop checking you out and to close their mouths before they start drooling all over themselves.” Your mate's face scrunched in confusion. Azriel may be an excellent observer but when it came to himself not so much. He couldn’t see his own beauty that was hand crafted from the gods themselves, he couldn;t see how his quiet and standoffish personality drew people in, he couldn't see all of the things that you loved about him could all be the reason that other people lust after him. 

His shadows gave him a play by play of what his students had been doing while he wasn’t focused on each person in particular and how you had been brewing in your anger in the corner by yourself. As soon as you put on your fighting leathers this morning Azriel knew he was doomed as it was your ritual to fight each other everyday during training but seeing you in the corner pissed that other people had been checking him out brought his demise to a whole nother level. Azriel subtly glanced down at where your arms were crossed over your chest and he thanked the gods for your outfit. “You sound a little upset, my love.” Once more you send him one of your signature pointed looks “Yeah you would be upset also if the roles were reversed.” He shrugs slightly while tilting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to his body. “You’re not wrong I would be upset because nobody gets to look at you that way unless it's me.” He pulls you even closer to his body until you’re chest to chest with him and he bends down to whisper in your ear. “Beat me in a match and I will make sure they know I’m no one else's but yours. I'll let you claim me anyway you want, hell I’ll even let you do it in front of them if that will make you feel better.” Both you and Azriel knew the game he was playing at but neither of you cared, well him less than you. You pulled away slightly to look up at your mate and see the smirk resting upon his very kissable looking lips “Sounds like a deal to me because I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.” 

The shadowsinger followed behind you with a laugh and he shook his head in amusement while taking in your figure from behind. He watched as you got into your fighting stance and waited for him to do the same. He held his hand up to signal you to give him a moment. Turning around to look at the Valkyries in training he gathered their attention without saying a word. “I think it's about time to see what the last remaining real valkyrie looks light during a fight and maybe then you can aspire to be a fraction of as good as my beautiful mate is.” He turned back around to see you glowing with confidence, determination and love, but also the want to make sure you won his bet. Gods he knew this was going to lead to some great sex after you kicked his ass and he couldn’t be looking forward to it more.

[synergysilhouette]

"Batman: Caped Crusader" review

Binge-watched this show, and I wanted to be one of many people to share my thoughts on this--plus I was spurred on by getting a wish of mine granted from the show. Make sure to check out the show if you can!

The animation is beautiful--I know this is a weird comparison, but soemthing about the animation reminds me of 2010s Scooby Doo animated films, and I kind of adore that.

The voice acting was...fine--I can't tell if it was poor performances or poor direction; Hamish's Bruce Wayne sounds too raspy/rugged some of the time, like he's still playing Batman, and many of the other actors felt like they were just reading lines rather than performing lines, not enough emotion. IDK if they're more used to live-action work, but voice-acting is a different ballgame, since your voice is all you have to convey the character. A lot of performances fell flat for me, but it wasn't 100% unbearable, just underwhelming. I have some people I'd recommend instead (both familiar to the role and otherwise), but I don't wanna start anything.

LOVED Harley (but not her costume)--Jamie Chung had one of the better performances in the group, and I really LOVED the angle they did for Harley; I feel like the media often flanderizes her as the goofy crazy chick, so seeing her actually utilize her psychology skills (like I've been asking for!) is so satisfying. That said, the outfit has GOT TO GO. Gold and black is gorgeous, but it ples in comparison to her black and red look. And a weird nit-pick; when I first saw the stills, I was under the impression she was wearing a carnival-esque mask rather than face paint, and I find that idea a lot creepier. I wish we'd gotten more of Harley's antics--and even seeing her get close to Bruce in the way she did with Barbara and Renee--before revealing her as a big bad to the public. And I appreciate that she isn't 100% evil; she is doing what she believes is a noble cause, just doing it in an illegal and unethical way. I needed a backstory!

Not enough Batman--Maybe it's just me, but it definitely felt like there were some episodes where Bruce and Batman were supporting characters and more focus was on the GCPD. While I don't mind it too much, I enjoy superhero shows for the superheroes, not the heroes; this is why I had a love/hate relationship with "Gotham."

Batman (and Bruce) isn't quite likeable enough--In earlier incarnations, Batman was more kind and caring before becoming more emotionally closed off with time, but here he's that way from the get-go. Not to mention that Bruce Wayne puts on a facade around everyone, even people he trusts (he probably did that anyway; I can't remember), and his session with Harleen really frustrated me because I don't expect his walls to come down immediately, I don't expect them to be this high this early. I wanted him to be a bit warmer and transparent, rather than curt and cold like he's usually seen in the show. I feel like this is an issue often seen in comics, too; people prioritize Batman's "coolness" and thus push his feelings to the wayside.

Using underrated and familiar villains--I'm sure the real experts are gonna chew me out for this one, but as someone who got into comics in the 2010s and didn't catch up on the acclaimed 90s series, it was fun to see villains I loved and villains I didn't know; one of the best things a popular property can do is use underrated characters, since it helps the show feel original and fresh (thus why "Teen Titans" is so enjoyable; the whole franchise is underrated).

Too modern for the 1940s--I can't put my fingers on it exactly, but the vibes feel too modern; I assume the 1940s was for aesthetics, but since everything else feels updated (from the way people talk to Harley and Renee seemingly being open about their feelings for each other), I don't think it was a wise choice to have it both ways. I see no reason not to have it in modern-day, but I suppose you'd have to get more creative with technology.

Barbara and the Robins--First off, I should've gambled with someone that Jason would be a redhead; I'd have made SO MUCH money. Secondly, I'm not crazy about how all four kids are orphans; If I recall correctly, both Carrie and Stephanie's parents were alive when they joined the Batfamily. In any case, I'm confused on why Barbara is significantly older than them when they're all supposed to be within the same age bracket (I think; someone has told me otherwise since posting this, so I could be wrong). Not to mention, a part of me worries that because of the quartet's young ages and Barbara getting so much screentime as a lawyer, we won't get any of them as Robins or Batgirls unless something drastic happens, and/or we get a time jump.

Overall, I think my biggest gripes are the voice acting and how Batman/Bruce Wayne is written. That said, I enjoyed the show overall. IDK why HBO Max dropped it. Hopefully season 2 will introduce Poison Ivy, Catman, Tim Drake, Ghostmaker, and Gardener, since the finale already showed us a certain someone who IS coming to Gotham.

[chloe-skywalker]

I Know Why Your Shirtless - Paul Lahote

Part 2 AU

Paul x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,169

Requested: hi!!!! just wanted to ask if its possible to have a part 2 to that Paul Lahote imagine??? the "I know why your shirtles" imagine?? like the BH pack visiting and could you make the reader an evolved wolf and she tells Bella and Paul that Scott's her alpha??? thanks its ok if its want to though ^-^ - @imcravingchocolatesrn

Authors Note: I wrote this years ago but lost it! Sorry! Thank you for requesting I put it as AU because the plot was requested and I don’t know if this is where I would’ve taken it if i decided to make a part 2 on my own cause it was kinda a one and done one shot.

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“I’m so glad you all could make it.” Y/n said opening the front door to see all her friends from Beacon Hills on her doorstep.

“Well you are part of our pack.” Stiles stated with a smile as they entered the home.

“Yeah, but I’m so far away.” Y/n added as she stepped aside letting them all enter the small Forks home.

“Your my beta, of course I’ll come visit you.” Scott smiled bringing Y/n into a hug.

“And your our friend.” Lydia smiled, pulling her into a hug after Scott.

“Your family now.” Derek stated he had a soft spot for the Swan girl. They had a lot in common.

“Well, I should warn you guys that there is another pack that lives in the area. On the Rez, but their not like us.” She explained as she shut the door.

“What’s that mean?” Scott asked with a furrowed expression.

“There more like shapeshifters. I have a back on them and there history.” Y/n told the pack.

“Great! So we can look it over during pizza.” Stiles clapped his hands together, ready for food.

“Pizza?” Derek questioned with a raised eyebrow. Did all he think about is food?

“Yup. Cause we are ordering pizza.” Stiles spoke as he turned with crossed arms to face the sourwolf, as he calls him.

“Y/n, who are all these people?” Charlie asked confused on why he came down the stairs to his living room full of teenagers and a adult.

“Dad, these are my friends from California.” Y/n smiled as she had told him they were coming to visit. But she didn’t blame him if he forgot. Work had been crazy for him.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Swan.” Lydia smiled

“Do you like to be called Mr.Swan or Sheriff Swan?” Scott asked as he reached out to shake the older man's hand.

“Either one’s fine.” Sharlie shook the hand of the young man. To Charlie the kid was just being polite but to Scott he was trying to make a good impression on his beta’s parent.

“That's right, you're a sheriff. My Father’s one to.” Stiles smiled at the comparison.

Charlie nodded awkwardly. “That's great. Well, I have an extra long shift tonight so don’t wait up. But don’t stay up to late either.”

Y/n nodded smiling. “Got it dad.”

“Bye Mr.Swan.” Scott and Stiles called out as Charlie left through the front door.

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“I can smell them.” Paul stated as they ran through the forest.

“Me to.” Quil agreed

“We all can.” Jared said coming up behind them.

“Who are they?” Embry questioned as they watched the group of teens.

“That's what we need to find out.” Sam stated before the pack left back towards Emily’s to talk.

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“Do you hear that?” Emmmet asked as the whole Cullen family and Bella stopped on their walk through the woods.

“Yeah.” Rosealie nodded in acknowledgement.

“Is that a wolf?” Bella asked as they all looked out in the distance.

“Its not part of the pack.” Jasper stated

“No, it’s smaller. But it seems off. Not animal like.” Carlisle agreed, stepping in front of his family.

“It smells different.” Rosaelie added.

When the wolf took off, the Cullens and Bella decided to follow the creature. From far enough away they stopped watching from a cliff nearby only to be very shocked.

“Oh my God.” Alice gasped, how did she not see that in a vision before?

“Isn’t that your sister?” Edward asked, looking at Bella in slight shock.

“Uh huh.” Bella nodded as she went to walk down the near by hill towards the clearing her sister was standing on as she just turned back into a human. She was very shocked and confused. The cullens followed also curious. “Y/n?”

Y/n turned around shocked to hear her sister's voice and see the Cullens behind her. “Bella. Everyone.”

“What- I don’t-” Bella shook her head in disbelief. How was hee sister able to turn into a wolf and how did she not know?

“I can explain.” Y/n said as she looked at all of them. Ready to explain.

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“Your a werewolf?” Rosealie questioned a s Y/n sat across from her in the Swan residence. Cullens on one side and Y/n and the Beacon Hills pack on the other.

“Yes.” Y/n answered

“But not like Jacob?” Carlies asked, tilting his head in curtotisy.

“Very different.” Y/n nodded

“And this happened because he but you?” Emse looked on concerned about the girl that had become a good friend to her family.

“Yes. An he did it to save my life.” Y/n smiled softly towards Emse to show she was okay.

“You saved her life?” Alice turned her attention to Scott after Y/n’s statement.

“Uh, yeah.” Scott nodded sheepishly at all the yes on him.

“Thanks.” Bella nodded at Scott, gratefully for saving her sister.

“No problem. She’s my friend, practically family.” Scott smiled.

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“Is that them?” Quil asked as the pack hung out at La push with Bella.

“It smells like it.” Jared nodded as they saw the group walk onto the beach.

“Is that who?” Bella asked confused on what they were talking about.

“With your sister.” Jacob pointed out.

Bella looked over. “Oh that's her pack.”

“Her what?” Paul looked over to Bella in shock.

“So she's a wolf?” Embry asked curiously.

“And you didn’t know this?” Sam asked, turning his attention to Paul.

“Yeah, Paul. She is your imprint.” Jacob smirked at the slightly older wolf.

“I was a little busy imprinting to notice.” Paul fired back defensively.

“Well, let’s go talk to her.” Sam stated as he, the pack, and Bella headed over to the Beacon Hills pack that had gone down by the water.

“Hey.” Y/n nodded to her sister as they approached her and her friends.

“Hey.” Bella nodded back.

Y/n looked around at the pack of shapeshifters, noticing their body language Y/n asked. “Okay, what's with the standoff?”

Paul decided to just come out with it. “You know we’re mates. Don’t you?”

Y/n nodded. “I felt it. Yes.”

“You didn’t mention your a wolf as well.” Jake pointed out.

“Different type but, it didn’t seem like the time to say anything about it. Not like you can just go around telling anyone or everyone.” Y/n explained and it seemed they understood. 

“An this is your pack?” Sam asked, nodding towards the people behind her.

“I’m a part of it, yes. These are my friends. They are like my family.” y/n nodded glancing back at them as they all stood around behind her ready to protect her if necessary.

“Who's the alpha?” Jared asked curiously though he had a hunch between two of them who it could be.

“I am.” Scott stated stepping forward, next to Y/n.

“This is Scott.” Y/n introduced him as he stood beside her. “Scott Mccall. He’s a true Alpha.”

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[piracytheorist]

FINALLY

Thoughts on episode 2x01!

I'm so making a crack recap out of this. Idk if it's going to be this week, but I may have to skip all the other episodes up to this point XD

Ok for those of you who don't know, the bullet-in-butt date (which I can finally mention openly as it's not manga spoiler anymore!) was the only manga chapter that hadn't been adapted that I read from very early on, way before I decided to stay anime-only so I knew everything about it. So I expected the beginning. I actually like that we don't see Yor do her slaughter at that place. She's like a ghost, or a legend, as the short-lived survivor calls her.

Look at her! So cute, covered in the blood of her victims 😌

I do have to say, I was surprised by the amount of blood they showed. I think they actually put the violence up a notch in comparison to the previous season, bringing it much closer to the manga levels of violence.

It's also a bold choice to like, actually open the season with this. It's serious business and I appreciate that. I'm not too big on violence but I also don't like it when it's "purified" or whatever. We're watching a show where two of the main characters kill people left and right. Blood is a prerequisite at this point.

Anyway! GRANDE upgrade on the animation, oh my god! It's all in the little movements and additional "swerves" of the characters' forms. I don't have the time to make a gif now showing that but it's obvious they took the money they made the previous year and put a lot of it on animation budget! Love it!

Aaaaaaaand new music! Most of the new stuff is quirky and funny, perfect for Anya and Franky's shenanigans :D Looking forward to see what new pieces we'll get with this season!

I had some frail hope they would have titled the episode "Date with a Bullet in the Butt". Can you imagine. We were robbed. Robbed!

Ever since I read that chapter I went like, Yor says she treated the wound... does that mean she got the bullet out? Or is she actually walking with the bullet in her buttcheek all this time? I mean... it is called the "bullet-in-butt date" after all...

The way all of this could have been solved by Yor going like "I tripped down the stairs and fell on my butt and now it hurts to walk and sit". But then we wouldn't have this! It's the funny miscommunication that makes them, really <3

The way Anya worries about her! I felt a little sad for her because this is the first time she sees her mama so beaten down by a job, I think?

One of the ways you see the upgraded animation: the way Yor trembles as she straightens up after reassuring Anya, and then the dizzy walk to her room as she goes to rest. Awesome.

Yor just walks it off and Anya is like "Mama is actually immortal, wow" meanwhile Loid is losing his absolute shit

"WIFE IS SAD. THE WORLD IS ENDING. I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED HER TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING. I AM A HORRIBLE HUSBAND."

Oh, I adore the different colouring on the memory scene. I also love how the gossip trio just falls on Yor the moment she slips out that oh no they don't do all the conventional couple things!!

Dude is genuinely confused. BestTM SpyTM of WestalisTM, flabbergasted by a woman with social skills in the negatives.

It was eight in the morning. On a weekend. Yor was way too excited for the date she ran to get ready and they were out all day. My god. When am I gonna get my learning date with my emotionally constipated fake husbando

Twilight has a smug grin on his face as Franky accepts the cheque as payment to do chores. I love that addition!

As I love this

Franky grabbing Anya's hand and waving to them for her. They really knew how to handle an already funny chapter and use animation to add more humor to it!

Look at him, starting off so smug but then

He's truly an intelligence agent, trying to work with the information he has on hand. Since he doesn't have the information that Yor is injured, his plans are doomed to fail.

The way Franky is down with everything crazy Anya proposes. I love that duo.

I also liked the way they allowed Bond to sit this episode out, since that manga chapter takes place before the Doggy Crisis arc and Bond is not yet part of the family. I do have some thoughts about the timing of this episode but I'll get to that later.

And here we have the angst punch in the gut, as others talked about it, it's a point in Twilight's character to not see anything fun about the spy work that it's not even fun to play spy. Since one of the moments adding to that is an anime only scene (from the part where Anya makes secret codes) and the dialogue here is just slightly different from the same scene in the manga, it looks like it's a deliberate choice to make anime Loid more sensitive about this specific thing. Interesting!

I gotta say, it would be so easy to objectify Yor and her body with where her wound was. But even though they showed her in a pants-tight-enough-to-hurt-your-butt-wound situation, it was still pretty clear what the focus was. I really appreciate that.

Yor says no to the tight pants and Loid apologizes??? Why wasn't that in the translated version of the manga??

Like here especially, with the face they gave him and the way Eguchi delivered that line it was pretty clear that Yor's reaction made Loid feel like he crossed a line with what he told her. What happened in the manga translation???

VERY interesting picture choice for the movie poster! Ostania gots propaganda to do, after all!

I love how Anya fell asleep during the film while Franky cried his eyes out. Poor sap XD

And LMAO Anya seeing her parents leaving from the spa and trying to get Franky to move but he's too busy getting a massage! And then some added wackiness with Yor being so tense from her wound that she made a murder glare enough to scare a bear!

And Loid is still like DAFUQ AM I DOING WRONG

I like though, that he is not blaming Yor at all. He doesn't consider her irrational or ungrateful for the date, he just sees it as him not having done enough research... and in actual reality, he doesn't have all the data needed, specifically the whole "bullet-in-butt" thing. I'm sure he would have planned differently had he known that XD

Poor Franky XD at least he's finding ways to vent XD

The way they animated Yor's reluctance to sit was great, lol. I'm not sure it was clear she was "hover-sitting" but it was funny in any case.

I loved the tension when we saw the surviving Red Circus member! It was handled so well dropped right in the middle of a funny episode.

This had no right being this funny. But also. Anya is imagining a "default" kind of guy because even though she's reading the guy's mind she doesn't know how he looks like, so she's just making up a face to play out her imagination. Great detail from the manga already.

Anya imagines Loid saying he'll abandon her if he finds out about Yor being an assassin. That's another angsty punch in the gut but also for another post probably XD

The timing here feels a little weird. This chapter was supposedly long ago, when the family was still getting used to living together. Franky sees Anya worried and goes like "Even though they're a fake family, she worries so much?" and seeing that in the anime, practically two episodes before this one he went like "Hey do you love your dad and mom" and she said she does... idk maybe in the adaptation process some things could be left out so that they can make more sense.

How did neither Yor nor Loid suspect something wrong with the suddenly very thick and muddy cocktail she was offered?

Once again, upgraded animation as Yor drinks the pufferfish poison! I love it! Hopefully it'll keep being that good for the rest of the season :D

I remember the tension I felt when I first read the manga in that moment. I was like oh no! And then I was Anya

Gremlin Anya is back and I love it

Anya goes ahead and Home-Alones too close to the sun and fucking makes a bomb. That's a whole other level. You really don't want this girl turning evil, she'll take over the world XD

She should have seen her entrance as Thorn Princess' ally! She was epic!

There was some violence censorship there, as the bad guy in the manga is shown a little burned and bleeding after the explosion, but in the anime he's just... ruffled or whatever.

Idk they probably decided it would be too much to show that a child caused such violence XD

So does Loid go on thinking that Yor was in a super bad mood and then everything went away as soon as she downed a glass of cocktail? I also just realized she just went bottoms up on it, lol.

The episode was great and the date was funny and cute at the end. But.

GIVE ME BLUSHING LOID YOU COWARDS. SHOW ME THAT BLUSH. YOU GAVE US "HIS SMILE HIDES A HINT OF REAL EMOTION" YOU CAN AFFORD GIVING US A BLUSH. *screams* *eats drywall*

The date ends well and with fun! Then the monster wakes up again the next day.

Loid's got a lot to learn. Who knew humans can be complicated!

Overall, a great introduction to the second season! I'm happy we got the bullet-in-butt date and I'm so excited to venture into new stuff that I know next to nothing about :D

[thecoolerliauditore]

I remember last year finally watching Pearl and Scott's last life and. I think I experienced... the same thing that people who dislike FH did in 3L but with Pearl? I was encouraged to watch it by a friend because they said that gaslight gatekeep girlboss was super wholesome and loyal to each other, and that Scott even turned red rather than hurt either of them. But when I watched it, idk it wasn't as bad as I've seen some people describe FH but I was just struck by how often Scott calls Pearl insane or crazy or unhinged just for... existing? Playing the game? Being just a little bit silly sometimes no more than anyone else? He acted like she was a wild animal he had to reign in even though she didn't do anything crazier than what he did. Sometimes he would just randomly call her insane it felt like. It made me finally understand what people meant by those words being ableist with how often he threw them around! It got really uncomfortable!

I got sold GGG as a very cute wholesome winners POV, and I guess compared to everyone else in LL it was, but only if you compare it to other LL teams. People said he was suddenly mean to Pearl in DL, but he mostly repeated a lot of the things he already said about her in LL! I was expecting there to be some shift in how he treated her. Makes me scared to watch Jimmy and Scott's 3L POV if this is what people consider Scott being wholesome!

FASCINATING. this might be my cue to go rewatch GGG Last Life.

I'll be very open and say it's been a fair amount of time since I've sat down to rewatch LL, so I might be looking back at Scott and Pearls relationship with rose tinted glasses -- I spoke a little bit on the soft manipulation that existed between them still, like when Scott yelled at Pearl to kill Joel, but my impression of them is fairly wholesome. Then again I watched LL first and didn't have the context from 3L so the first time I watched their POV it was just. Haha funny blue man cute accent.

So take the rest of this with a grain of salt, at this point I'm fully prepared to say something like "Scott never hit Pearl" and someone will link me their equivalent of the sugar cane scene from 3L lmao.

So I can offer up some semblance of an explanation, if that helps at all to explain the perception gap. One thing is like you said, they were wholesome in comparison to the rest of the teams in LL, which I'd argue were the most disastrous in the series with the damage the "reds can't team with non-reds" rule did to them.

3L teams were also pretty bad, but when you went to compare FH to other teams you had other duos like DD and Renchantyn that had their own issues but served as a very solid point of reference for how they seemed to genuinely respect their partners. Thinking about the clip where Grian and Scott leave Scar and Jimmy to pull the lever on exploding Monopoly Mountain and Grian is trying his best to say he's worried for Scar through gritted teeth because he's Grian and Scotts just like. Well Jimmys probably gonna screw this one up 🙄 A very one to one comparison point presented directly for the viewer.

Scott and Pearl, on the other hand, were the only duo in LL amongst a bunch of massive teams that were falling apart all around them. It gave them this "us against the world" feeling, so to speak.

Maybe if Team BEST was more honest about being Teams BE and ST then we would've had a better comparison point and Scott and Pearl would've seemed way more insane, but then again I've had people vague to me that LL Ethubs is their 3L FH so I'm biting my tongue on this one.

Another thing that I think is more poignant is the factor of hindsight. Scott calling Pearl insane Now is horrifying because of what he did in DL and his calling her that being very much more serious.

In LL Pearl really didn't have any baggage attached to the word "insane" afaik? Unless she got upset at him and I've just forgotten cus it's been too long which is a very likely possibility.

So at the time it just seemed like. Pearl being Pearl and Scott gripping his head in stress and going aughhhhhhhhh ahhhhhh. Which is like. Fine at least to me. Her antics made his blood pressure go but he still went along with them more often than not and stuck by her side.

"She didn't do anything crazier than he did" is SUPER true btw LL Scott is a menace but I also must point out this is a point in hypocrisy but also a point in Pearls personality rubbing off on Scott that season. He was always a crazy arsonist but now he's a crazy arsonist without the angst.

Like the POV is haunting to me now that I have the context of DL and beyond and Scott being serious about the "insane" thing but before I got that context it really did just look like. Pearl being some sort of animal that has wandered into Scott's base and started gnawing at the curtains and Scott trying to scare her away with a broom yelling at the top of his lungs YOURE INSANE. YOURE INSANE. But also the creature if it leaves will Take All of His Lives Away so he has to learn to live with her and through her learn to be a little more chill. Which is the main appeal of that POV, to me at least.

compare say. The part in LL where Pearl steals one of Scars crystals and is genuinely being silly and antagonistic by running around giggling. And Scott's thrown his hands up and going "I DONT APPROVE THIS BUT IM NOT HER BOSS DONT LOOK AT ME". To Episode 2 of WL where Pearl is like? A little bit cheeky to Gem and Gem literally scolds Scott for not "controlling" her well enough and Scott apologises and promises he'll do better. <- ?????? Everything I type out this interaction I have to remind myself it's real btw like what.

and I must say they do have a lot of really genuinely cute moments that season that might be blinding me shoujo sparkle style to the horrors. Like their staring into each others eyes ritual thing for boogeyman assignments, for example. Compare that to the um. Axe crits.

ANYWAY. fascinating insight. To rewatch Pearls POV I go (<- clown makeup is locked and loaded)

[redrandomposts]

Ivan and Luka running away together in that one marriage au post is literally making me crazy- all Ivan wants is to be seen and important so having someone feel for him in the way he has been longing for all his life is CRAZY- also it’s gotta feel really great for all of Luka complexes that there is finally someone like a peer who will actually stay by his side like he wanted Hyuna to!! (Also like how does till feel about that? Like does it make him regret missing his shot to do the same as children? Does he miss Ivan and want him back or does he hope Ivan is happy?)

And also where do you think they would go? What would their life together be like???

-🎀

heya 🎀!!

till lost the "make ivan feel loved" challenge ig idk. till is the first to discover they're missing when he barges into their room, grumbling how they won't wake up, and seeing the cleaned room as if no one had lived there. he panics, tries to get everyone else to help search for them, but hyuna says that if it's their choice she can't stop them (inwardly, she's worried about ivan, knowing her past experience with luka).

luka is LIVING it. despite it being his suggestion to leave, they both put in equal work in the plan stage; ivan gets mapping info, etc. they sit next to each other in their room, determining the best time and place, and luka can't help but lean in and feel the warmth of another person.

ivan is kinda obsessive so he doesnt get over till so easily...but also he's in love with luka, so. the physical affection, and subtle compliments sprinkled here and there—he folds easily for luka. luka is probably manipulating ivan somewhat (consciously and unconsciously) to make him fall in love with luka, but till has an unfair advantage, that is, of course, being the love and will to live and die of ivan's life.

if this were animated, it'd be a comparison — it'd show ivan and till's escaping, then it'd show luka and ivan finishing that escape (on a motorcycle, because luka sure as hell cant run w that bod of his). meteors are falling around them, and a piece of ivan that's long been dead revives for that special moment.

anyways they live out their best cottagecore life!!! (complete with gardens and a house made by the two of them together)

[speedofsoundsketches]

Why was Sonic X a failure in Japan? Why are most Sonic animation and manga books a failure in Japan?

I’ve always wondered about this considering by and large why Sonic doesn’t quite reach the same level of popularity in his home country as he does most anywhere else. I think it simply comes down to the adapted materials being just too weak in comparison to what Japan expects.

We in the US are very fond of Sonic X enough to have been the main driving force behind funding the third season after it dropped in Japan due to low ratings there. I loved it enough as a kid to ask my grandmother to record it on vhs for me if I couldn’t catch a new episode airing. (I sure feel old saying that)

But if we’re being real for a moment, for all the love I have and still have for the show, it’s insanely weak compared to any of its anime contemporaries. Imagine making a largely slower paced, meandering, boring in scale version of the hyper crazy fun world that is the games. And the animation jumps in quality episode to episode. And the stories seem hastily pulled together sometimes just making big leaps in logic or believability and having an annoying kid forcibly dragging the whole show of crazy powered animals down to his level. Everything that bothers me about the films is just a bigger repeat of the worst parts of this show.

And to make things worse, Sonic X released in 2003. Let’s see what other anime were being released at the same time:

Full Metal Alchemist

Astro Boy

One piece

inuyasha

Zach Bell

HE HAD NO CHANCE.

And this is no where near exhaustive. I’m only picking the main ones WE knew about. Japan literally cooks up so much anime in a single years worth of seasons. With all the possible options that Japanese children can watch, Sonic X really just becomes a drop in a bucket. It’s different in the US since we don’t have nearly the same amount of releases in anime as they do in Japan. We typically only bother to localize the ones they can better guarantee will be successful. It’s kinda sad to think that our options are so minuscule that Sonic X was seen as a notable show compared to other US children’s cartoons of the time. (I’m not saying our cartoons are bad btw just very different especially back then).

So, this is just the same problem with any of the other Japanese based adapted materials like the OVA or mangas. Fun as they are and appreciated by current fans, they’re nothing exceptional enough to grab an audience that gets literally spoiled with the best anime and manga has to offer. You compare these to any other popular manga/anime series and they do not measure up.

[lostloveletters]

Still Crazy After All These Years (Bucky Egan x OC)

Summary: It's a perfect Saturday evening in spring, which means only one thing for the Egans: baseball (specifically their son's Little League game).

Note: Fluffy post-war fic of Holly and Bucky being unhinged Little League parents (but we love them for it🥲) Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None.

“C’mon ump, that was out!” Bucky shouted from the bleachers. “Foul ball my as—butt,” he muttered to Holly, who had three-year-old Cynthia in her lap, her chestnut hair pulled up in twin ponytails that blew along with the late spring breeze.

The mid-May air was heavy with DC’s summer creeping up on them. The swampy, humid season dragged along until he finally reached fall’s reprieve. Spring was perfect, though, with its early season baseball games and cherry blossom festival. 

“It’s ridiculous.” Holly shook her head, her hand in the bag of pretzels she brought along, having carefully broken some into smaller pieces for Cindy.

“Who’s pitching? Is that the Baker kid?”

She nodded. “Yeah, Terry and Lynn’s youngest boy, Danny. He’s pretty good when he’s focused.”

“I can’t see,” Cindy pouted.

“Come on up, princess,” Bucky said, lifting his daughter and holding her on his hip. “Better?”

She nodded, wrapping her small arms around him as best as she could. 

“You know, when you’re a little older, they have leagues just like this for girls.”

“Honey.”

“I’m just letting Cindy know she has options!”

“Where’s Henry?” Cindy asked.

“You see him, right over there?” Bucky pointed at the boy playing shortstop whose dark, curly hair was barely contained beneath his blue baseball cap, a big orange ‘B’ for Bears embroidered on it. All of the local Little League teams were named after some type of animal, and Henry’s game schedule made him feel like he was in the Wizard of Oz with how many lions and tigers and bears were on the sheet of paper he brought home from his first day of practice.

“Henry! It’s Cindy!” she shouted, waving frantically at her brother.

The boy looked up, waving in the general direction of his family. Bucky and Holly had been in the middle of packing up the Christmas decorations when Henry asked them if he could sign up for the neighborhood Little League team that upcoming spring. Holly nearly dropped a box of glass ornaments in excitement.

Watching a major league game, Yankees or not, paled in comparison to cheering on for his own son. Even strikeouts and missed catches made Bucky overwhelmed with pride, because Henry was out there trying, making mistakes he could improve on in their backyard with Bucky’s encouragement to buoy Henry’s spirits if he felt a little discouraged—or got distracted. He had to give the coach credit. Keeping the attention of a dozen six- and seven-year-old boys long enough to teach them how to play a decent game of baseball couldn’t have been an easy feat.

“Out!” the umpire shouted.

Holly clapped as Henry’s team left the field to line up near home plate. “Now we’re talking.”

The kid batting before Henry hit a pop fly and was out before he could even make it a few feet from home plate. Bucky heard Holly take a deep breath when Henry walked up to bat. First pitch was a strike, but the second was almost perfect, the crack of the bat breaking through the crowd’s murmuring. The ball flew into the outfield, landing just in front of the chain link fence that separated the baseball field from the playground.

“Nice hit, Henry!” Bucky shouted.

Holly jumped up, bag of pretzels spilling across the bleachers. “Way to go, sweetheart!”

Bucky grabbed Holly’s hand as they watched their son pass first and make it to second before the centerfielder could throw the ball back to the infield.

“Kid’s a natural,” Bucky whispered excitedly, as all good parents do, adoration filling his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of Cindy’s head. Holly liked to joke that the day Henry was born, Bucky cried more than their newborn baby did, but their son, and later their daughter, too, were the culmination of every hope and dream he desperately clung to for the better part of two years of just surviving. Because of that, he’d do anything for them.

He watched as the inning continued, his eyes on Henry the whole time. The next batter managed to get to first, but Henry flew past third and made a break for home just as the second baseman caught the ball.

“Go Henry!” Holly shouted. “Go go go!”

“You got this Henry! Come on buddy!”

Bucky was sure his heart was going to explode by the time Henry slid to home plate, barely a second before the ball flew into the catcher’s hand.

“Safe!” the umpire announced, nearly drowned out by Holly’s screaming.

“Attaboy Henry!” Bucky cheered.

“He did it! He fuc—flipping did it!” Holly gave Bucky a celebratory kiss, the two of them hardly able to contain their smiles long enough for their lips to meet for all that long. 

The rest of the game flew by. Nothing could compare to the rush of watching Henry steal home. The Bears won by a run, and Holly and Bucky were equally convinced it was thanks to their son. As soon as they found him after the game was over, Holly engulfed him in a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“You did fantastic, sweetie! What a game!” she exclaimed, almost looking a bit teary-eyed when she took Cindy’s hand in hers.

“Look at you! Stole home like a champ,” Bucky said with a smile, pulling off Henry’s cap to ruffle his hair.

Henry smiled, front tooth missing, the first of his baby teeth to fall out. The tooth fairy had left him a quarter to mark the occasion. “Thanks, dad.”

“I think this calls for ice cream,” Holly said, as if they didn’t go for ice cream after every game Bucky was able to go to.

Bucky nodded. “Definitely. Whatever you kids want.”

——

Scoopland was one of the first places Holly had taken him to when they were stateside and he made the move to DC with her. A neighborhood staple she frequented before the war, she’d been excited to bring him there. The place boasted over 20 different flavors of ice cream, and after trying them all over the course of their first summer together after the war, found he liked their Rocky Road the best. Holly was partial to mint chocolate chip, a newer flavor which he thought tasted like toothpaste. 

Bucky walked up to the counter, tasked with ordering the ice cream while Holly wrangled Henry and Cindy into a nearby booth. She had the most difficulty getting Henry to sit down, since he spotted some friends from his baseball team on the other side of the ice cream shop.

“How’s it going Mr. Egan?” the teenage boy behind the counter asked.

“Can’t complain.”

“The usual for you guys?”

Bucky smiled. The usual. He wasn’t sure he ever figured himself to be the type of guy to have a usual at an ice cream place, but parenthood changed a lot of things. Sometimes, Cindy dealt out tea parties and temper tantrums in the same day. Henry got himself a trip to the emergency room just a few months prior while he was sledding on a snow day with his friends and went straight through a neighbor’s fence. He wasn’t sure how Holly managed on her own when he’d go away for work. At least her parents were nearby and took every opportunity to spoil their grandchildren that was presented to them.

He brought the four cups of ice cream over to the table, two in each hand, and placed the hot fudge sundae in front of Henry and tutti frutti with extra rainbow sprinkles in front of Cindy. He gave Holly a kiss as he handed her the cup of mint chocolate chip and snickered to himself when he sat down next to Cindy and saw Henry’s nose scrunched on the other side of the table.

“Listen champ, if there’s ever a day I don’t kiss your mom, that’s when you should be making that face.”

“‘S gross,” Henry said through a mouthful of ice cream.

“So is talking with your mouth full.”

Cindy stuck out her tongue, a distorted rainbow of ice cream and toppings that made Henry laugh.

“Next time, we’re taking you both to the zoo and leaving you there so the monkeys can raise you,” Holly said.

“We’re going to the zoo?” Henry asked. “When?”

“I wanna see a zebra and a giraffe!” Cindy exclaimed.

“How about next weekend?” Bucky looked to Holly for her approval, which was given in the smile that’d begrudgingly spread across her face.

Everything said and done, they made a damn good team as parents. Maybe he indulged the kids a little more than he should have, but Holly did her fair share of it too, letting Henry skip school to bring him and Cindy to weekday Nationals games for the hell of it. 

“Can I go say ‘hi’ to Danny and Paul?” Henry asked, looking over his shoulder at his friends who were waving at him.

“Fifteen minutes, but we’re heading home soon. It’s past your sister’s bedtime,” Holly said. “Don’t climb over the seat, Henry, that’s—” She sighed as he climbed over the back of the booth anyway, leaving a streak of dirt from his sneakers behind him. “He definitely gets it from you.”

“Me? The first time I met your parents, they made a point to tell me how much of a wild child you were,” Bucky reminded her with a grin.

Her parents were gracious enough to let him stay with them until he and Holly found a place of their own, although he was sure her returning with a ring on her finger made it easier for them to welcome him into their home. Holly must have done a hell of a job talking him up in her letters to them, because none of the awkward tension he’d been expecting was there when he first walked through the door to meet them.

Holly laughed to herself as she wiped off the seat with a napkin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Drawing on your bedroom walls?” he pressed.

“Can I draw on my walls?” Cindy asked.

“No. It wasn’t good when mommy did it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have nice paper we bought for you to draw on, baby,” Holly said.

“It’s not as fun.”

“Sure it is,” Bucky said. “Remember the other day when we drew that castle with the unicorn and the dragon?”

She yawned. “You made the unicorn look funny.”

“Are you sleepy, Cin?” Holly asked.

Despite shaking her head, Cindy rubbed her eyes. She always did whatever she could to push out her bedtime, as if she were afraid she might miss something big if she went to sleep.

“I guess I should’ve asked mom and dad to watch her, huh?” Holly said. “I didn’t think we’d be out this late.”

Cindy mumbled something incomprehensible before dozing off.

Holly laughed softly, “And she’s out.”

“I got her,” Bucky said, picking up Cindy from her seat and placing her in his lap. She immediately curled up against him, and he tried not to think too much about how he wouldn’t know when the last time she’d ever do that would be. Hell, Henry was six and already ditching them to hang out with his friends. He glanced over at his son, face scrunched up in laughter at a joke one of them told him. His smile was like looking in a little mirror. 

Bucky ate a spoonful of ice cream, trying to tamper down the ache in his chest.

“You ever thought this would be how you’d spend your Saturday nights?” Holly asked teasingly.

“No.” Bucky smiled. “This is a lot better.”

[monsterfuckermilligan]

hey… not so quick question op……… are you not cishet? or do you love and respect any not cishet? better yet, have you ever even spoken to a not cishet person? or do you have knowledge about the cishet industry and the predatory behavior towards non cishet people? or do you just think that being not cishet is something cute and fun for stuffed or real animals that doesn’t happen to real people? i need you to explain why this is fun for you. you and all the people that do this stuff (voting or making these polls) owe real not cishet people explanations on why this is cute and not insensitive towards a marginalized group.

- hope you can hear how you sound bc ngl, it felt crazy to read your post. fucking. block people and shut up.

you really thought you did something with this but it really just puts it more into perspective on how adoptees are not taken seriously lmao. could i have blocked and moved on? yes. should i have? yeah, i even apologized to op because of it. i was unable to maintain control of my impulses, manage my own triggers, and practice solid emotion regulation at the time, and that’s on me. i take responsibility for that.

but your anon is just…yeah of course. how could i ever expect anything less? the fact is adoptees are mocked and belittled when we don’t think adoption is cute or act as if adoption is the human rights issue that it is.

adoption agencies are the backbone of the private adoption industry. they make money off of babies. they make money selling babies. this is an irrefutable fact.

they base our prices off of gender, age, disability, and race. they advertise in low income communities the most and tell first parents that their child will be better off with someone else. they tell them that it is an act of love. they take money from infertile couples, who are constantly told that they have ‘other options’ and given very little respect for the trauma and deep sadness infertility causes. they were started and popularized by a human trafficker named georgia tann. the adoption industry is now a multi billion dollar industry.

you are speaking to someone who just has to live with the knowledge that my adoption agency could’ve forged my documents because they did it to others. i am someone who has to accept that my adoption agency has been investigated for human trafficking. i am someone who exists with the knowledge that there is a price tag on my head. i was given to the people who bought me in a hotel room. compared to some of my friends, i am lucky, and my adoption was not wonderful by any means. i lost my first family, my siblings, my language, my country, and that doesn’t even count anything that happened after. i sounded like a person who’s been adopted who is angry that adoption is often not taken seriously, especially in fandom, and especially especially by (presumed) non adopted people.

you felt the need to parody my rb in an attempt to mock me and minimized the issues of two marginalized groups, and walked directly into the point.

one of the big differences in your comparison is that queer people and trans people are recognized by the majority, and legally to many countries, as a marginalized group. this is not true for adoptees. adoptees are 4x more likely to attempt suicide, more likely to be harmed and abused by their adopters, more likely to be killed, have higher rates of institutionalization and incarceration, and we even have our own remembrance day for those of us who don’t make it. it is this month. october 30th.

and as someone who is exceedingly educated on adoptee issues; the history of adoption, how it coincides with colonization and genocide when we talk about transnational adoption, transracial adoption, not to mention just the sheer amount how many of us have our records falsified by adoption agencies, how we are rehomed online, and the lack of regulation with the private adoption industry, and the way our identities are legally changed with no way of ever undoing it, this is genuinely not a 1:1 comparison.

queer issues are seen as real. adoptee issues are not.

it’s ironic to me because as a queer and trans person, i am allowed to be angry and pissed off to many people, even according to cishet people! i am allowed to make mistakes and still be seen as having a valid opinion even when i don’t express it correctly.

as an adoptee, however, i am always expected to be the bigger person, to just deal with it in silence, and if i have an issue, say it in the most polite way as to not offend anyone. as adoptees, we are just supposed to sit back and be fine with not having access to our medical records, we are supposed to be fine with how kids get posted online for people to buy adopt, ignore the amount of suicides and those of us who die by abusive adopters, and just be accepting of how the ACLU fought to give queer couples the right to adopt but won’t fight for adoptees’ rights because they financially benefit from the adoption industry. we’re supposed to just get therapy and never publicly express complex emotions or anger about the adoption industry or the way we are invalidated.

and honestly? that’s fucking bullshit. i don’t subscribe to that idea.

adoptees are allowed to be angry and make mistakes. we are human beings who have survived a trauma that isn’t even deemed as one by many. we shouldn’t have to be happy and grateful, kind and polite. this shouldn’t be the case. it’s not a commonly accepted practice to tell queer and trans people that we should be grateful for having to be closeted and shouldn’t express any negative emotions about our oppression or the violence we face. it’s not expected of us to just be quiet or respectful about our oppression.

adoptees deserve that same grace and respect. if you think otherwise, then do some internal reflection. that’s not my problem.

but… thank you for being an example of how adoptees are gaslit into staying silent about our injustices.

thank you for showing your whole ass and proving my point.

not to mention the hypocrisy of this anon in the first place; you could’ve just as easily blocked me and moved on, but you didn’t. you felt the need to mock me and say something you’re clearly uneducated about. you wanted me to know ‘how i sound’—well, you sound like maybe you should take your on advice. it’s also interesting to me how you kept it on anon so i couldn’t have a genuine conversation. hey…not so quick question anon……are you a fucking coward?

[wildissylupus]

Junker Rewrite; General Lore and Environment

Ok so here are some general things I kept in mind when rewriting the environment and general lore. First thing is that though the rest of the world if fine in comparison, I still wanted the Junkers to feel isolated, specifically I wanted to give a reason why the Junkers didn't leave the wasteland and why no one outside helped with the aftermath of the explosion.

Secondly I wanted to change the lore in order to set Australia apart for the storylines given to London, Russia and Korea as I personally believe that they use those plot points a lot better. In all honestly the beginning part of the Junkers lore if fine and honestly very much represents how the Australian government treats these sorts of situations. The only thing I'd change is that a majority of Omnics were also not OK with being given the Omnium, for a bunch of reasons, the main ones being how isolated it made them, the trauma they have associated with it, and the fact this is a nuclear powered Omnium that is now been abandoned in Australian weather conditions. Basically imply that the Omnium blowing up was an inevitability and not something caused by either Omnics or humans.

Also when the Omnium blows up the radiation doesn't make the Omnics go crazy and ultra violent, please don't give the already prejudice group of people a genuine reason to be prejudice.

Also as a side note, specific characters will get their own post dedicated to them.

General Lore

Like I said the beginning lore stays the same except no one is happy with the Omnics being given the Omnium, the radiation doesn't make Omnics go insane, and the Omnuim was already a ticking time bomb before this whole event happened. Now let's get into the aftermath and Junkertowns founding.

After the explosion there were basically two sets of people, those who realized the gravity of the situation and put their differences aside to help each other survive this new wasteland, and those who put their pride over their own survival. Those who went off on their own died quickly due to the elements and the mutated animals that now inhabited the wasteland. Those who stayed together found leaders in Mason Howl, the Stone family, and a ravager named Grace. Howl along with Grace where in charge of defending the settlement against the elements and animals while the Stone family, a family of scientists and doctors treated and figured out a way to negate the negative effects of radiation on the settlement.

After the dust settled and the settlement had finally built a safe haven in the wreckage of the Omnium the long feud and prejudices boiled to the surface and the discussion on if Omnics should be allowed in the newly formed Junkertown started, the main reason against them being that they "wasted resources" and they "weren't affected by the elements". Lead by Howl the Omnics and their supporters where then kicked out of Junkertown, this including the Stone family. This group would then be dubbed "The Wastelanders"

While all this was happening several forces came together to try and help those affected by the Omnium exploding, including the then blossoming Junkers. The three most notable being Vishkar, Moira O’Deorain and Overwatch, most notably Angela Zeigler. Though they where able to help those outside the wasteland, the harsh contitions and mutations of the Wasteland proved too difficult to travers in order to help the Junkers, this did not deter O’Deorain though, as she furthered the mutation beyond the Wasteland. Creating a border of mutated bushland around the wasteland in order to protect those outside from the mutated wasteland, and to more specifically help those in the wasteland ride the radiation. Though at the beginning O’Deorain's work was not seen this way, it being viewed as her making the situation worse by bringing in more dangers.

However, the mutated plants and animals did serve a purpose, they absorbed the nuclear radiation from the surrounding area in order to grow, basically healing the environment despite the dangers it posed to humans. When the Wastelanders and Junkers discovered this area of bushland it was dubbed "No-Mans Land".

After they were banished from Junkertown the human Wastelanders started dying to the elements. Including the Stone family, when the Wastelanders finally adapted to their new environment a majority of the humans had died, including the entire Stone family with the exception of their middle child Odessa Stone. The Wastelanders ended up being one of the main groups to manage to travers outside the Wasteland back to civilization. Where they discovered they were both abandoned and branded as criminals by the Australian government and society. This revelation kickstarted Odessa Stone's motivation of reclaiming Junkertown, as that was the only home she would ever want to return to.

Eventually that dream became a reality, after many losses and a lot of painful work, Odessa Stone claimed the Junker thrown in the Reckoning, banished Howl like he did with her and the other Wastelanders, and started the healing process for the Junkers from the dictatorship of Howl. Thus being dubbed, The Junker Queen.

The first step being the implementation of new principles;

Howl Principles;

No omnics.

Pay your share.

Finders keepers.

Troublemakers will be exiled.

Junker Queen Principles;

Every trusted individual is welcomed, no matter the morals, no matter the origin

Freedom at all costs

The well being of Junkers comes first, personal grievances second

Settle your own scores.

There was also the explicit rule that any outsider, though welcomed, must have a Junker vouch for them to enter. Even then they would search an outsiders person to be sure they didn't have anything that could damage the city or community. This is because of Vishkar's continued interference with Junkertown, though on the surface it seems like they want to help, behind the scenes Vishkar are the main pushers of the narrative that the Junkers are just savage criminals. Ignoring the culture of art and engineering that has been born under Junker Queen's rule.

There have been many attempts by Vishkar to infiltrate Junkertown, one of which resulting in the second ever exile under Junker Queens rule, but all where unsuccessful. To this day those who have Vishkar affiliations are the only people banned from Junkertown.

Environment Lore

After the Omnium exploded the Australian Outback was rendered a wasteland, nearly impossible to travers alone and even harder to live in. The only thing that stopped the Junkers from dying was the interference of the Stone family in the center of Australia and Moira O’Deorain, both creating systems in order to filter out the radiation caused by the explosion. To this day both parties are heavily respected by Junkers.

The wasteland itself is also infested with mutated wildlife, both from Moira's experiments and from the radiation. Along with the increasingly harsh weather, it leaves traversing the wasteland along and/or with lack of experience a death sentence. Which doesn't even account for No-Mans Land.

The borders of the Wasteland are surrounded by mutated bushland, though they were made with the intention of filtering the radiation and healing the Outback, that doesn't make the area any less dangerous. Giant bugs, mutated mammals, and hostile flora are all extremely common here, one of the most commonly seen being a mutated Koala that Australians have given the name of Dropbear, what was once a joke amongst Australians made into a terrifying reality.

There is then Junkertown itself that has gone through tremendous change. Under Howl's rule, Junkertown was very industrial in appearance along with generally having a very hostile atmosphere with Howl's "everyone for themselves" mentality. Junkers were always so focused on meeting Howls taxes that there was never any time to give Junkertown any personality other then "Junk". The only decent looking areas where reserved for Howl himself and his select member of guards in order to keep them happy and loyal.

After Junker Queen took control Junkertown turned into an artistic and engineering paradise, both fields usually being lumped together by Junkers. There was also the introductions of power as the the access radiation was used as power along with the introduction of solar power by the surviving Solar farmers, that project being headed by Mako Rutledge, who had owned and run a Solar farm prior to the Crisis. This all culminated into Junkertown becoming a Utopia in the Wasteland, a place where everyone was just free to do what they liked without the worry of an overbearing governing force. This also lead to expansion and the city now known as Junk Springs (New Junk City cause again, why is that an American reference?)

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I'm honestly open to feed back with this and again, character rewrites are going to be their own posts. This is also just the general history and explanation and not a full exploration of Junker society. It's mainly me trying to make Junkertown's history fit into what we know about Overwatch's world, along with changing the environment cause I really hate the direction the artists went with it.

[mooblesandsoups]

Digging up some unfinished writing WIPS to post for fun I might finish them eventually though.

First up is flower ranchers cause they make me sick/pos featuring my own interpretation of a possible fan kid born from a joke post on Instagram.

(P.s. This is my first time properly writing Tango so im sorry if my interpretation is wrong lol also sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes)

The chaos slowly calmed down as Jimmy looked over the edge of the canyon between the ranch. He can hear some cheer in celebration while others let out sighs of relief as they see that the warden is down in the ravine.

Bringing up a warden to the surface was probably one of if not the craziest idea Tango had ever had, don't get him wrong he loved his rancher but he had to admit his ideas were crazy sometimes…. Well all the time.

Speaking of his rancher, Jimmy turned over to see Tango crouched down mourning the loss of all his hard work. Jimmy smiles softly before shaking his head and patting Tango on the back.

“Stupid fishing rods.. Stupid ravine ruining my plan” he mumbled as Jimmy let out another chuckle much to his partners dismay.

“I'm sure you can get them next time Tango!” Jimmy responded excitedly looking down at his partner. The blaze almost immediately perked back up to look at Jimmy, a small pout still visible on his lips.

Jimmy can't help but laugh at the other earning him a huff from Tango which only erupted into laughter.

Soon enough the laughter between the two settled down, Jimmy looked back up at Tango, a soft smile on his face as he examined everything about his rancher, his soulmate..

He couldn't be happier.

At least that's what he should've thought; he was happy, Tango was happy!.. It was all perfect. Still he had a guilty feeling that sat down below in his stomach that had finally resurfaced back in his life making him feel sick and evil, accompanying the feelings were memories he thought were long gone.

Memories filled with loving words from the man with hair as blue as the sky, and eyes that looked back at him full of love; mixing with soft laughter and laughter from their daughter. He missed it so damn much, but death games were just so finicky and strange he didn't know where they stand anymore.

So he moved on not like he had any choice, then he met Tango and everything felt better. Even with a bit of a rocky start he couldn't be happier with his soulmate, but that didn't stop the feeling in his heart telling him something was missing.

“Jimmy?" A voice spoke up softly, breaking Jimmy from his daydream." Are you alright bud? Kinda lost you there huh” Tango said with a small worried smile.

Jimmy smiled back pushing his thoughts aside for him to worry about later, “Sorry just zoned out” he chuckled as Tango let out a soft sigh of relief.

“Thanks good, I was starting to think you're getting bored of me,” Tango laughed, obviously meaning it jokingly.

“What pftt!?!? I could never get bored of you!" Jimmy chuckled, noticing the pink blush now on his partner's face. Making his head wings flap with joy at his Ranchers reaction..

Jimmy doesn't think he could ever get bored of him either…

The thought lingered for a second before being pushed down with the rest of his thoughts.

Jimmy quickly interlocked their hands together as he started pulling on the blaze’s arm, “let hurry back to the rancher it's getting late after all! “ Jimmy started enthusiastically receiving a nod of approval and a loud chuckle coming from Tango's mouth.

Jimmy smiled softly as they made their way back to the ranch luckily not too far away from where the chaos once stood.

As you get closer you can hear the soft moo's from the cows, mixing with a variety of other noises coming from the other animals. It was quite comforting actually, in comparison to the loud commotion of the games and the chaos that broke out on a daily basis it was wonderful to just have some peace and quiet every so often.

Jimmy carefully lets go of Tango's hand watching the man pout slightly as he lets go, “I'm going to go check on the animals and then start dinner” Jimmy smiled as he watched the other light back up, a small spark can be seen coming off the tip of his hair.

“Hell yeah!! Thanks rancher!” Tango cheers before reaching up to give Jimmy a quick kiss on the cheek.

Jimmy felt his wings fluff up in surprise and his face heat up, much to the amusement of Tango watching as he could only give a simple chuckle in response before making his way towards their farm.

Examining the farm everything somehow seemed to be in place; the sheep and the chickens stayed in their pens frightened from the warden attack a bit unharmed, and the small farms they had set up hadn't been through too much… sure they had been trampled but he assumed it was mostly done by a person rather than an animal, Jimmy sighed as he grabbed a bit of the remaining wheat to feed to the cows.

Finally, he made his way over to the cow pen, watching a couple of them run up to the fence post already awaiting their food; however there was another noise coming from the pen.

Looking inside he saw a young girl who appeared to be a cow hybrid of sorts; she was curled up in a tight ball in the corner of the pen, a soft sob coming from the kid looking worse for wear.

“Daisy?!” Jimmy yelled out in a panic, making Daisy's ears twitch slight before turning around out of shock to face Jimmy. Her eyes were red from crying and her clothes seemed to be dirty, perhaps from sitting in a cow pen all day.

Daisy made eye contact for a few seconds at most before bursting back into tears, shaking as she tried to stand up and run over to the canary only to fall over continuing to let out a loud cry. Jimmy dropped the wheat and opened the gate, closing it while he rushed inside to help her.

Jimmy carefully lifted her up into his arms listening to her mumble incoherent words through her sobs, “hey hey, it's okay. You're okay… What are you doing here..” Jimmy said softly as the girl muffled something into his shoulder.

Jimmy wrapped his wings around the girl instinctively as he stood up, “sh sh sh it's okay Daisy. Dear watchers, where is your father.. “ Jimmy mumbled only for the small girl to start sobbing even louder at the mention of her dad.

“Pa.. Papa…hurt." Daisy mumbled softly through tears, as Jimmy ran his hands through her hair. I'm an attempt to soothe the young girl.

“Hey hey it's okay! I'm sure your papa is fin-”

“Jimmy?”

The moment he heard the familiar voice he immediately turned around and the panic finally sunk in completely.

“Heyyyy Tango-” Jimmy laughed nervously, still trying to comfort the crying child in his arms.

“Hey- Rancher, who's kid is that?.. “ Tango said quietly, as Jimmy stayed silent looking at the cow hybrid in his arms.

The pair stayed quiet, the only thing filling it was the soft moo's of the cows and the sniffles of the girl in Jimmy's arms, that tango had zero ideas about.

“Jimmy." Tango said sternly, causing Jimmy's wings to fluff up in defense. They made eye contact as Jimmy slowly lowered his wings recognizing the look of fear and panic in Tango's eyes covered up by mock anger.

“This is Daisy, “ Jimmy paused for a moment, taking a deep breath while finishing his sentence, refusing to make eye contact with his partner.

"She's Scott's kid.. “

Now Tango was the one who had gone quite, clearly taking a moment to process the new information.

“Let's talk” Tango said softly, a sense of pity lingered in his voice. Jimmy's eyes widened expecting the blaze to be upset, instead he looked into those eyes filled with nothing but worry.

Jimmy could only nod.

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After a while the two got Daisy all cleaned up the best they could, wiping off the dirt from her hands and face, fixing up her hair into a somewhat decent state, and managing to even manage to find some food she could eat in the meanwhile..

Now came the hardest part of all, there Jimmy was; sitting on the couch Tango to his left and Daisy on his right, laying down taking a nap after her long day.

“All the crying really must have worn her out huh” A voice spoke up, Jimmy looked over back at Tango, his face formed a soft smile as he looked at Jimmy.

He nodded, unsure of what to say anymore, dear watchers, he wanted so badly to tell him everything. The toughest and yet some of the loveliest times in his life he's unsure he'll ever forget… but how could he even start??

“I'm sorry… I should've told you about-” Jimmy pointed to the girl next to him, watching as she kept breathing slowly, her tail and ears twitching every so often. He continued, “ not to mention everything with Scott- I don't even think he really cares about any of it anymore! It's so stupid- especially since I'm with you now and dear watchers I love you so much Tango, but I can't stop thinking about him and 3rd life despite it being years ago! I should've gotten over him by now but i- I still- I might… “ Jimmy paused.

Looking away from the blaze Jimmy sighed as he finally took time to properly think about the word vomit that spewed out of his mouth, geez he probably looked crazy.. He put his head in his hands and groaned softly in frustration.

Jimmy wouldn't be surprised if Tango left right there and then, he basically admitted to still being in love with his ex for fucks sake!! No matter how much Jimmy still love him there's no way Tango could just accept it like tha-

“Hey rancher look at me." Tango whispered as Jimmy felt gentle hands start combing through his wings making him sigh softly as he looked up at Tango bright red eyes staring into his own with nothing but kindness behind them.. Kindness he didn't deserve.

“ You still love Scott, huh. " He said in a voice almost at a whisper like he was trying not to scare Jimmy away like a scared animal. Jimmy nodded, Tango had said it, the words flowing out with ease as Jimmy accepted the truth.

He was in love with both of them…

“ Well first of all I'm not mad let's get that out of the way. It would be a bit hypocritical huh. “ Tango said, ending with a small huff as his hand trailed down from Jimmy's wing to his hand as he gently held it, squeezing it equally as gently.

Jimmy blinked, realizing Tango’s words.

“What?" Jimmy blurted out.

“Did- you not know about it? “ Tango asked, head tilting slightly like a cat.

“ know about what!?!?" Jimmy asked as silence filled the room.

“I'm polyamous” Tango said before letting out a small laugh. Jimmy sits in silence blinking at the blaze.

“It's ya know, when you can fall in love with multiple people” Tango speaks up again as something seemingly clicked in Jimmy's mind as he felt the heat rush to his face.

“This.. Is it a bit embarrassing then.." Jimmy says, looking away from his partner, as Tango's laughter grew from Jimmy's embarrassment.

“I don't blame you for not knowing, it's not like I go yelling about it in the streets. “ He says, patting Jimmy on the back.

“ plus.. I always hate to assume but you and Scott were always so-” Tango paused, as Jimmy looked back up at him. “ Close. It always seemed so.. unexpected, for you to break things off so suddenly especially after 3rd life. “ he said with a small look of shame painted on his face.

“ Yeah, I guess. We just kinda grew apart is all... Doesn't matter how my heart feels about it. I just wish sometimes life wasn't this weird. “ Jimmy sighs Tango's hand still on his back gently rubbing circles between his wings.

“Yeah I understand." Tango hummed softly, as the two sat in a comfortable silence. Nothing but the quiet snoring from Daisy next to him remains… Daisy.. I'm sorry I left. He thinks as he holds the young girl a bit tighter trying not to wake her up.

Suddenly a small bell went off making Jimmy and Tango jump slightly. Jimmy quickly sat up and checked the sound of his nose, his communicator, noticing a new message from Grian.

Grian: Tim you there?

SolidarityGaming: Yeah? Is there anything you need?

Grian: Have you seen Daisy anywhere Scott practically going manic trying to find her and I'm sure he would've torn up the server by now if Scar didn't stop him.

Yeah that makes sense, Jimmy let out a small huff of amusement at the thought, even before Scott and Jimmy got together in 3rd life he was always quite protective of the things or even people he cared about.

Jimmy: Yeah she's here I think she ran over to the ranch during the warden attack

Grian: Thank the Watchers

Grian: Scott said he'll be over soon

Jimmy read the message again, and again, and again.

Scott was coming over.

“Well that was simple enough” Tango said as Jimmy now realized he was looking over his shoulder. Jimmy looked at his partner in confusion as Tango met his eye, “what you two needed to talk anyways did you?" he said, tilting his head slightly.

Jimmy opened his mouth but paused, he DID need to talk to Scott, assuming Scott refused to talk to me and took Daisy without a word.. But would he do that? That is the question.

No. He wouldn't, Jimmy knew Scott. He wouldn't, No matter how much he hated someone he would never do that, avoid him maybe but they both know that won't last forever especially in these games.

Jimmy let out a deep breath, “okay. I'll talk to him.” Jimmy said making eye contact with Tango, Tango smiled putting his hand up to his head and ruffling his hair.

“There's my rancher!" Tango laughed, making Jimmy's heart flutter as he laughed along with him.

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Safe to say Jimmy was scared, no not scared. HORRIFIED, yeah that fits more than scared.

He hasn't talked to Scott properly in months, maybe even a year at this point.. He paced back and forth in front of his door, Scott was just coming over to pick up his kid. That should be easy enough! Sure that's added onto the fact he still has a major crush on his ex-husband for a while now plus the fact his current partner is 100% okay with them getting back together if they both want to.

Heck he's still trying to process that fact in itself!

Tango didn't hate him!! Or even think he's crazy whichever, he didn't know what would've been worse but he didn't have to worry too much about it anymore!

Jimmy let his thoughts linger a bit longer as he continued to pace around the room, suddenly he heard snickering coming from nearby. Jimmy picked his head up to find Tango watching him from their couch holding back laughter with his mouth covering his face with Daisy laying next to him sleeping soundly.

Jimmy felt his wings fluff up in embarrassment as his face got increasingly redder by the second.

“Don't-” Jimmy said sternly as Tango proceeded to cover his mouth with both his hands desperately trying to avoid waking up the sleeping child with his laughter.

“Sorry- sorry Jim” Tango said, letting out a small wheeze.

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It's here! I don't have a name for these series of connected prompts just yet but I'm sure I'll think of one! I was originally going to write the characters doing more in this chapter but it didn't work out. Still, I'm happy with this narrative I'm creating. By the way, I am planning on posting this to AO3 like all my other works if you want to check it out!

@owl-bones Please let me know if you don't want me to tag you for each prompt. Thanks for making the list!

Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Hot Drinks

Word Count: 2,914

It was a dreary day today, yet despite the overcast sky and brisk breeze that often whipped snow into your face, it was the nicest it had been in days. You'd practically gone stir crazy after a freak snow storm had blown in several days ago and so now you were getting some much needed fresh air.

It had been an incredibly spontaneous decision to come out to this barely traveled trail. You'd been meaning to check out the area for ages but had been too busy in the fall. While your winter gear was generally enough to keep you warm on most days, it seemed like you should've worn an extra layer or two with how chilly it was out here in the woods in comparison to the city.

Regardless, you were moving at a steady enough pace to keep your blood pumping. So long as you weren't out here for longer than a few hours and got home before it got dark, you should be alright.

The walk had been every bit as beautiful as you'd expected it to be. While the forest was mostly made up of deciduous trees, you were now walking through a large grove of mature cedar trees, which just so happened to be your favorite type of conifers. The dense shrubbery served to insulate this part of the trail from both the wind and the sounds of the wild, not to mention that they smelled lovely as well.

The path made a sharp turn to the left up ahead, although right in front of you was a natural gap in the treeline, possibly made by animals as they passed through this grove. Feeling a tad curious, you ducked under the branches and emerged in a small clearing on the other side.

The clearing seemed to be natural as you couldn't see any signs of tree cutting, even with all the snow. It was framed on all sides by cedar trees whose boughs were blanketed in a thick layer of the white powder. It was strange though. You couldn't see anything that looked special about this little clearing and yet it was so peaceful here.

You'd only walked a few paces into the open space when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Something was very wrong.

Some sort of primal instinct deep inside your soul screamed for you to duck and your body responded without even thinking about it.

You heard the unmistakable sound of an object whizzing through the air where you'd been standing moments prior.

You barely had time to register what happened before someone roughly grasped your shoulder and flung you into the snow.

You landed hard on your right side. The cold snow stung your face. There was pressure on your abdomen.

It took a moment for you to catch your breath. When you did though, you shifted slightly to see what had just attacked you, but as soon as you did so, the pressure on your side increased sharply.

A low rumbling growl was the only warning you got to stay put.

Now your mind was racing. This wasn't a random animal and no human could possibly sound like that. So could it be a monster? They'd been on the surface for a couple years now and were pretty commonplace in the city. In fact, you didn't know of any that would willingly choose to live out in the middle of nowhere after being trapped underground for centuries.

"Uh... H-hey, can...can we talk about this...?" Your voice came out much hoarser than you'd expected it to but you didn't know what else you could do right now.

Nothing happened for what felt like ages. You continued to stay as still as you possibly could, save for the pounding of your heart and how badly you were trembling. The snow was cold and your clothes were rapidly becoming soaked, but you barely registered it.

Your attacker suddenly shifted their body and the pressure on your abdomen eased, although it didn't go away entirely.

You chanced turning your head in their direction this time, rather than trying to move your entire body.

Your gaze immediately locked onto a singular glowing red eyelight. It belonged to a hulking figure of a skeleton monster who was currently pinning you to the ground. The eyelight itself took up almost the entirety of his socket and there was a thin line through the center, likely acting as a pupil. The only other details you could make out from this angle was that he was breathing rather heavily and he had a large hole on the top of the left side of his skull.

You didn't dare break eye contact for fear the monster would lash out suddenly if you did so. Whether it was how blown out his single pinprick looked or the tight smile that seemed much too wide for the current situation, but you could tell something was very wrong him right now.

Taking a shaky breath, you tried to speak to the skeleton again. "H-hey... Big guy... Are you...? Is something wrong?" you asked. Although to your frustration, your tongue betrayed how nervous you really were right now.

He said nothing and just continued to stare down at you, or maybe through you was more accurate. If looks could kill, you'd be dead at least a hundred times over.

For whatever reason, he wasn't actively restraining your arms, just preventing you from getting up. So against your better judgement, you slowly raised your left hand and reached for his face. Although you quickly discovered he was at least several inches out of range and you couldn't actually touch him.

His eyelight tracked your movements and seemed to focus on your outstretched fingers. He still said nothing though and just sat in silence.

"It's okay... Did I startle you earlier?" Your voice was becoming stronger the more you spoke and while you were still rather nervous, you were feeling a bit more confident than before.

He seemed to be acting pretty distant. The lights were on, pun unintended, but nobody was home. So what had stopped him from actually hurting you earlier? The only thing you could think of was when you tried to talk to him and since it seemed to be having a positive effect, you decided to keep doing that.

"Hey... Um, you scared me pretty bad, you know...?" No response. "But it's okay! I'm... I'm not mad or anything..."

People said you tended to ramble when nervous but you'd never believed them until now. Not that you'd been in many life or death situations before now to know, or at least none where talking your way out had been an option.

"Okay... I'm not going to hurt you, but... I'm going to try doing something." With a nervous chuckle, you added, "Just...don't take my hand off, okay...?"

You waited a moment to see if he'd try to respond but shocker, he still didn't react. So against your better judgement, you attempted to sit up so you could reach him. You moved slowly while keeping a close eye on him, but thankfully, he didn't show any signs of further aggression.

He startled when your mittened hand met the right side of his face. His red eyelight wobbled and flicked between your outstretched hand and your face. The corners of his painfully wide smile fell a fraction as he seemed to properly take in the current situation.

"Ah, that's better," you murmured. "You seemed far away so I was wondering if you could actually hear me. Are you...? Are you okay?"

He said nothing and continued to stare at you. Then his gaze flicked back to your hand and his bonebrows furrowed slightly. Before you could protest, he grasped your wrist and with some hesitation, jerked it away.

Crap... His hand is like twice the size of mine.

He let go of you and managed to stand up, staggering away from you. Complete shock was practically written across his skull and you could see how desperately his mind was scrambling to make sense of this awkward situation.

Although your muscles were a bit numb from the cold, you slowly crawled to your feet and attempted to dust yourself off. Although the snow had completely soaked through your pants and coat so your efforts were futile.

"..."

The mysterious skeleton muttered something that was so quiet, you almost didn't realize he'd said anything in the first place.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that..."

He blinked, somehow, and actually made eye contact with you this time before trying again. "...sorry..."

His tone was about as deep as you'd expected a guy of his size to sound, although it was also rather subdued. You couldn't be sure if that was just how he spoke or if he was feeling ashamed about what had just happened.

Speaking of his height though, this monster was much taller than you'd initially thought. He was easily more than a foot taller than you were, even with the way he was purposely hunching his shoulders. Was he trying to make himself look smaller?

"It's alright, you didn't actually hurt me," you responded.

He gave you a strange look but didn't say anything else, instead he started looking around in the snow.

Feeling rather awkward, you chewed your lower lip and kicked a small clump of snow. He didn't seem like much of a conversationalist and you didn't blame him right now.

After a moment of searching, he seemed to find what he'd been looking for a couple paces ahead and to the left of where you were currently standing - a large axe with a rather sharp blade. The way it was stuck in the snow suggested he'd actually hurled it at you and the thought of how close your brush with death had really been, sent chills down your spine.

But, if he had intended to kill you from the beginning, how come he'd hesitated to follow through?

You watched as he hefted the axe onto his shoulder with minimal effort. There was one more question on your mind now though.

Who was he?

Taking a step forward, you cleared your throat to get his attention. "Do you need me to call someone?"

He straightened up a bit more but remained facing away from you. "...no."

You frowned and pressed again, "Then...do you live nearby? Do you need help getting home?"

"...no," he responded in that same quiet tone. He turned to look at you again but this time his expression seemed more perplexed than anything.

You didn't know what to say next. You wanted to do something, anything, to help him, but he'd denied each of your attempts to do so. You couldn't just walk away now, not when he was so clearly struggling with something.

"what's with you?"

His question was a bit surprising and it took a second for you to come up with an answer. "You're hurting... I just want to make sure you'll be okay..."

He threw his skull back and laughed. It was a slow, bitter sounding laugh that nearly broke your heart to hear. After what felt like several long minutes, his laughter finally calmed down and he fixed you with a scrutinizing look once again.

"i just about killed ya."

You nodded solemnly, "But you didn't..."

He cut you off with a harsh glare. "and you're incredibly lucky right now..." he growled. "...i'm a dangerous person and you're pretty foolish for stickin' around this long."

You crossed your arms in annoyance. "Yeah, I guess I am foolish..." you huffed. "I don't know how to leave people be, I'm too nice for my own good, and I can't say no to people even if I really don't want to do what they ask me to. So yeah, I know I'm foolish!"

He raised a bonebrow as your voice got louder and louder but let you keep ranting until you'd gotten everything out. Running his free hand over his skull, he chuckled quietly. "wow...sounds like you've had a lot of experience, huh?"

"No kidding..." you muttered.

His footsteps crunched through the snow as he moved closer and you looked up at him again when he stopped about a foot away. He seemed to size you up for a moment before his permanent grin widened slightly.

"you're a funny human..."

You balked and took a step back. "Wha...? What's that supposed to mean?" you stammered.

He chuckled again and placed his free hand on your left shoulder. His touch was much gentler this time, even with the tips of his phalanges being rather sharp like claws.

"just that. ya got spunk to look at a guy like me an' think 'i can help him'." He hummed thoughtfully and then asked, "so how'd ya do it?"

"Do what?"

"shake me out of it..." He trailed off and a confused frown flickered across his face for a moment. "you were talkin' but i don't remember what you said until you touched me..."

"I don't understand. I didn't do anything more than that though. I just... You seemed...like you were somewhere else and not fully aware of what was happening? I guess I thought that maybe physical contact might help?"

"huh, interestin'..." he murmured thoughtfully. "so you've never heard of intent?"

You frowned slightly. The way he'd specifically put emphasis on that word made you think it meant something different than what you'd initially thought. "I can't say I have," you said with a shrug.

He started to respond when a sudden gust of wind blew through the small clearing and caused you to shudder as the cold air went right through your soaked clothing. You clutched your coat closer and stamped your feet in an effort to warm up.

Changing the subject, he made a quiet tisk sound and commented, "you'll catch your death if ya stay out here much longer, human."

A little voice in the back of your head wanted to retort that you wouldn't be this cold if it weren't for him, but that would be cruel, so you didn't. Instead, you gave a little laugh and tried to smile, but it wasn't exactly easy with how badly your teeth were chattering.

"Um, my car's not that far from here and before I left the house this morning I made a thermos of hot coffee... If you'd like some...?"

He laughed, much more genuinely this time by the way, and shook his skull. "crazy human... do ya have no self-preservation instincts or somethin' ?" he asked in a tone that practically screamed "ya can't be serious?".

You nodded, "Compared to some men I've met, you've been downright pleasant to make conversation with." Turning to head back to the trail, you added, "It's probably a good thing you took me by surprise though, because I definitely would've tried to fight you if I'd seen you coming."

"you'd definitely be dead then," he muttered bitterly.

You chose not to continue this morbid train of thought and walked on in silence. It was a bit surprising that he'd decided to actually take you up on your offer, considering he'd rejected every other one, but you didn't mind in the slightest.

After a few minutes of travel, you asked, "Do you have a name?"

He made a low humming sound before answering. "axe..." He grinned when you shot him a confused look and nodded his skull towards the weapon he had slung over his shoulder.

"I see... It's kind of...fitting? If I can say that?"

"mhm. what about you?"

"Oh! How rude of me... It's..." you gave him your name, "Sorry, I guess I completely forgot my manners in the heat of the moment..." You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.

Axe repeated your name out loud a few times like he was trying to commit it to memory. You paid him no mind as you knew all too well how annoying it was to forget someone's name. You didn't think you'd ever forget his though, not with how crazy today had been.

You caught him typing something into his phone out of the corner of your eye before he slipped it back into the pocket of his shorts again. He really hadn't needed to borrow your phone afterall it seemed.

"i am sorry for scarin' ya that badly...and for nearly killin' ya too," Axe muttered. He looked rather sheepish all of the sudden, like his previous apology wasn't nearly good enough now that you'd talked a little.

You waved him off and smiled warmly. "Hey, it's fine now. I'm not mad at you for something you couldn't help."

"i'm surprised you're not askin' more questions about me or why that happened in the first place..."

"Do you want to tell me?"

He shook his skull silently and glanced away.

"That's fine then... If you're gonna be okay now, then that's all I care about."

You hummed happily as your little car came into view at the side of the road where you'd parked it earlier. That coffee sounded absolutely divine right about now and you were so glad you'd decided to make it. Thank your lucky stars you'd thought ahead today.

Your companion had grown rather silent all of the sudden and when you glanced at him, you saw his bonebrows seemed to be knit together in deep thought. While you definitely were curious about him and where he came from, you didn't want to pry into something that wasn't your business.

Besides, the less you knew, the better...

[naughtyneganjdm]

Naughty or Nice - Chapter 9

Summary: Negan makes a bold move after he learns that him and Y/N aren't as good at keeping things hidden as they thought. Beau gives something to Y/N that helps her learn more about her past.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Beau, Erin, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/133474246

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, severe angst, some smuttiness, etc.

Notes: Doing my best to finish this ASAP. Life has just been crazy busy lately. Thanks if you are still reading this!

“I wish I was half as brave as your son,” Y/N stepped in beside Negan while they were stopped at an interactive part of the trail. Negan was standing in front of the motion sensor display with Beau and Erin while a few of the others were further down. “I would have never had the guts to do something like that to my father when I was younger.”

“My son has got a sack on him,” Negan whispered, a small rumble of laughter falling from his throat when he thought about what his son had done earlier to clear the tension. “He’s the sweetest kid you will ever find, but he’s not afraid to make a point. And he was just putting your father in his place. It’s something I would have done as a kid, but I would have included a few choice words in there. That’s where his mom comes in. He’s got my rebellious side, but her talent to control a situation in a way that keeps everything calm.”

“I’m surprised my father took it so well,” Y/N heard Erin giggling when Beau did a dramatic movement causing the screen to react a certain way. “Beau sure does have a way with people.”

“That he does,” Negan agreed turning away from the screen to face her. Pushing his hands into his pockets, he tried warming them up since there was a cool chill surrounding them. When they got to the Christmas trail, it had started snowing a lot. There was a snowstorm that was headed their way tonight and while it made the light display more fun, it also was incredibly cold. “It was for you. I hope you know that. That’s not something that Beau would typically do, but he’s very unhappy with the way your father treats you. So he took that risk.”

“I know that he did that for me,” Y/N acknowledged, swallowing down hard when Beau looked back over his shoulder at the two of them. Beau reached down to pick Erin up in his arms while she clung to the polar bear stuffed animal that Y/N had bought for her. It was surprising what Beau was already willing to do in only knowing her a few days. “I wish we could talk about things.”

“We will talk about things later,” Negan stepped forward, speaking quiet enough for only her to hear. The expression over his face was mischievous with his thick eyebrows bouncing up. “We’ll have our time together later tonight.”

“I look forward to it,” she winked hearing the amusement in his laughter. Bobbing his head a bit, Negan turned on his heel and went to his children again. Standing back, she watched Negan interacting with his son and daughter. The way he played with them made her love him that much more. Looking to the right, she saw that Glenn, Maggie, Beth and Hershel were all standing by an oversized ornament light that was set up for people to take photos at. Maggie had instructed all of them to get close and Y/N felt a lump developing in her throat when they all took a selfie together. Seeing Hershel being so good to Glenn in comparison to her was no surprise. It was sad how the only place she felt like she belonged was with Negan’s family.

“Hey,” a voice spoke up drawing Y/N to turn around and see that Annette was standing with Shawn behind her. “Do you think we can talk for a minute?”

“I’ve got nothing but time,” Y/N offered up a weak smile and Annette looked to Shawn with a certain expression that led him to go toward the others that were in their group. Shifting on her feet uncomfortably, Y/N cleared her throat and sighed. It was hard looking at Annette after everything. The things that Hershel had said the night before were a constant repeat in her mind and they still hurt.

“I want you to know that I don’t agree with what Hershel said last night,” Annette explained, her voice quiet but loud enough for Y/N to hear. Annette shook her head and sighed, trying to gather her thoughts. “I know I’m not your mother, but I’ve been in your life since you were two years old. Believe it or not Y/N, blood related or not, you are my daughter. I’ve always viewed you like my daughter and I’ve always been proud of you. I don’t know why he says and does the things he does with you, but I don’t feel the way he does.”

“Thank you,” Y/N was at a loss for words hearing that coming from Annette. “I wish I understood why he was the way he was too.”

“There is a lot of good in your father, but the way he treats you is the one thing I will never begin to accept or understand,” Annette frowned, holding her hands in close to her chest when she stared out at Y/N with a sadness in her eyes. “I don’t know how much it means to you, but you are my daughter Y/N and I don’t want you leaving.”

“Wow,” Y/N felt her emotions getting the better of her after everything that had been happening over the last day. “You never realize how much you need to hear something until you actually hear it.”

“You should have been hearing it all along. I was always so afraid to step forward because I’m only your stepmother,” Annette began with a frown, her own emotions showing through now. “But you are my daughter Y/N. I shouldn’t have cared about stepping on toes. I love you and I hate the way he treats you.”

“I don’t have any negative feelings toward you,” Y/N promised knowing that it had to be hard being married to Hershel with his old-fashioned views and stubbornness in general. “I want you to know that. You were always a positive in my life. I think I owe you for me being in the industry that I am now. You used to always buy me those art supplies and it helped me more than you will ever know.”

“I just wanted you happy and that was the only time I saw you happy,” Annette reminded Y/N with a frown, her head lowering down in shame. “I should have called your father out on his behavior a long time ago. I was just raised a certain way and…”

“I don’t blame you for the way that he is Annette,” Y/N interrupted her stepmother knowing that she was upset by everything that had happened. “You’ve done the best you could with me. And I know that. You’re the closest thing to a parent I’ve ever had. You and Shawn always accepted me and I’ve always loved the two of you like you were my family.”

“I spoke to him last night about everything. I hated hearing what he said because none of it was true,” Annette declared with a shaken breath, stepping forward to reach for Y/N’s hands to give them a firm squeeze. “You didn’t make this family worse and we were sad without you. Beth, Shawn and I have always cared about you. We’ve been proud of you for so long.”

“Annette,” she felt a breath getting caught in her throat with the way that her stepmother was talking to her. Involuntarily, her bottom lip started tremoring and she nodded her head. “Thank you for saying that.”

“I mean it honey. Beth did this thing with my e-mail,” Annette motioned Y/N to wait, pulling one of her hands away from Y/N’s to dig for her phone that was in her pocket. Pulling it out, she stepped in beside Y/N while still holding her hand. “I guess there is a thing where if your name popped up in an article, it would go straight to my e-mail. I think she called it google alerts. So every time your name came up with a project or something about your art came up, I screenshot it. Beth told me I took too many screenshots and it was eating up my memory, but I didn’t want to get rid of it.”

Annette pulled open her gallery showing the screenshots that she had of Y/N’s work and the articles that had her name involved in it. It made her breathing grow louder seeing that Annette was the parent that she had so visibly wanted this whole time, “I never stopped being proud of you baby. I want you to know that. And I don’t want you to disappear from my life because I love you. We love you. Regardless of what your father says or does,” Annette allowed Y/N to grab her phone to look at the photos she had. Reaching out, she caressed in over the side of Y/N’s face and urged her stepdaughter to look at her. “I love all of you like you are mine and I would do anything for you.”

Instead of saying something, Y/N stepped forward to wrap her arms around Annette feeling an ache at the center of her chest. For so long she was so desperate for Hershel’s attention, but Annette was there the whole time being that parent she had always longed for. Annette squeezed her tightly in her arms and Y/N tried to gather herself knowing that Hershel was still there to see everything.

“You don’t always have to be the strong one,” Annette hushed Y/N when she went to pull away. Brushing away the tears that were over Y/N’s face made Annette sigh and she shook her head. “You’re human Y/N.”

“Thank you. I love you,” Y/N slurred, giving a firm nod to Annette. “I want you to be in my life too Annette. Even if daddy doesn’t want me in his. I love all of you very much. Even daddy. I don’t know why since he’s done nothing but break my heart, but I love him.”

“I know baby,” Annette was holding back her emotions as well while they stood in the snow together. “And I hope that one day he realizes the mistake he has made because you are everything that a parent could ask for and more. I didn’t know your mother, but I know that she would be proud of what you became. I know that because I’m proud of you. So proud of you.”

“I’m so sorry I took off,” Y/N whimpered, looking down toward the ground. “I left you and everyone else when I should have been here the whole time taking care of all of you.”

“We weren’t your burden to bear Y/N. You were always putting the weight of the world on your shoulders and life was already hard enough for you,” Annette hushed her, grabbing her hands again and giving them a firm squeeze. “Plus, I’m a tough lady. I can handle your father. I just always worried about you. Which is why I hope you will keep in contact with me this time. We can text. I’m not too bad at it you know.”

“Of course,” Y/N laughed feeling a sense of happiness with the way her stepmother was talking to her. “I love you.”

“I love you too honey,” Annette repeated taking a moment to let Y/N gather herself before Annette looked beyond them toward the rest of the group they were with. “He’s cute, isn’t he? He has nothing but heart eyes for you.”

“Glenn?” Y/N looked over her shoulder in the distance to see Glenn and Maggie laughing together. “Yeah, he’s a cutie.”

“I wasn’t talking about Glenn,” Annette claimed feeling Y/N’s fingers gradually loosening from hers when Annette’s gaze fell upon Negan. “You know. Before I was with your father, I was with someone else. I thought I had to stay with him because it would look bad if I left this man for another. What would my parents think?”

Silence followed. How was Y/N supposed to respond to that?

“I’m sure someone out there would have thought me getting with your father was wrong. After I had a relationship with that other man,” Annette went off about her past, gazing between Negan and Glenn. “I don’t blame you for falling for him. You work with him. He defends you like a man should. And the way he looks at you is breath taking.”

“Annette,” Y/N breathed out loudly knowing that Annette was referring to Negan and obviously knew what was going on with them. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I’m not saying a word,” Annette held her hands up and made a dramatic expression. “Although anyone with a lick of sense would know. Him and that boy, they both love you very much. And they don’t hide it.”

“I thought we were hiding things better,” Y/N confessed noticing Negan’s eyes locking with hers which had one of his charming smiles tugging at his handsome lips. There was a warmth that grew inside of her with that smile and it happened every time she saw it. “It was a mistake at first.”

“I don’t think it was a mistake,” Annette shook her head noticing the way that Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off Negan. “It was obviously meant to happen. You’re lucky to find that kind of love in this world. Don’t let it slip through your fingers because you think you have to do something a certain way because of how the world will perceive you. Because if I did that, I wouldn’t have you children in my life.”

“Even if it breaks our family apart again and I hurt a good man?” Y/N stammered, speaking quietly enough for only them to hear.

“You know Maggie. She’ll be fine,” Annette claimed with a loud sigh, clinging tightly to the jacket that she was wearing. “And Glenn? Well, I think it’s better for him to find out now than for you to force yourself to be with him and be miserable for the rest of your life. There were a few times that Glenn should have stepped up, the way any man would for the woman he loved, but it was Negan that did it. The two of you fell in love. Even if it wasn’t the plan, it’s there. I understand you not wanting to hurt anyone, but you’ve been hurting yourself long enough. Maybe it’s time for you to finally allow yourself to be happy for once.”

There was so much Y/N wanted to say, but nothing came out. So far Beau and Annette easily picked up on the fact that she was in an intimate relationship with Negan. What did that mean about everyone else in the family?

“Maybe we should go on and catch up with the rest of the group?” Annette suggested, stroking her hand over Y/N’s shoulders to try to calm her. “Just try to enjoy yourself honey and think about the things that I said.”

With a nod, Y/N felt a lump growing in her throat when Annette motioned her forward toward the group that was waiting on them to go further down the trail. If Annette was seeing the way things were with Negan and her, she wondered who else could tell what was going on. Staying back in the group, Y/N felt a sense of worry flooding her veins.

“It’s a couples photo set up,” Beth called out from where she was standing showing the oversized candy cane light up display that was set up on the trail in the shape of a heart. “Maggie, you should take a photo with Negan and Y/N you should take one with Glenn.”

“They have a lot of photo opportunities set up here,” Glenn mused, stepping in front of the light to look over it. Maggie was standing beside him when they looked at the lights. “It’s cute. And smart. People sure do love their social media moments that they can share.”

“Uh, Maggie,” Beth pointed toward the top of the light display to show that it had a mistletoe light that was joining it. “You and Glenn are underneath the mistletoe together.”

“And?” Maggie blurt out, her eyes lifting when the rest of the group approached them.

“You have to kiss the person you are with when you are underneath the mistletoe,” Beth informed her with a tiny laugh seeing that Glenn’s eyes immediately grew wide. “It’s tradition. It’s bad luck if you don’t.”

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t do that,” Glenn muttered in a nervous tone, immediately shaking his head attempting to back away from the situation. “That’s not why I stepped here and…”

“No one is asking you to French kiss her son,” Hershel chuckled with a shake of his head. “It’s just a kiss. Haven’t you heard of the bad luck that would happen if you don’t?”

“Daddy?” Maggie snapped nodding over toward Y/N, “I’m dating someone else and Glenn is engaged. Negan and Y/N are right there.”

“You wouldn’t want to face all that bad luck,” Negan mocked them with their comments, but he was saying it in a way that almost made it seem like he was agreeing with them. “Who am I to fuck with tradition Mags?”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Maggie frowned looking to Y/N to make some kind of comment, but instead her eyebrows bounced up and she shrugged her shoulders. “Y/N?”

 “I mean, whatever,” Y/N didn’t know what to say. It was inappropriate to make them do that, but she wasn’t about to speak up in a negative light since there was already so much negativity put on her. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Fine,” Maggie huffed, motioning Glenn forward and he immediately shook his head. Holding his hands up, Glenn made it clear that he wasn’t okay with this whole thing and he was trying to find a way out of it. “Listen, I’ve had enough bad luck. Let’s just make this fast.”

“No,” Glenn denied Maggie the kiss that she was asking for, his eyes seemingly terrified at the idea. “I’m sorry, I just…”

Grabbing a hold of Glenn’s jacket, Maggie pulled him forward causing Glenn to stumble over his own two feet so she could pull him into a kiss. It had Glenn falling into her, but the kiss lingered on for a moment making the rest of the group silent when they parted from the kiss.

“Good lord honey, I was just pulling your chain,” Hershel exclaimed, the shock in his eyes showing that he was just teasing Maggie. Everyone in the group seemed surprised that she actually did that. “I didn’t actually think you would force yourself on that boy.”

“What?” Maggie snapped, releasing Glenn who was frozen after what happened. “What was that all about with bad luck?”

“I was just giving you a hard time honey. I didn’t actually think you would do that!” Hershel was being dramatic in the way he waved his hand about. Yet, he found amusement in the whole situation. Laughing out loud, he saw that Glenn was frozen and he looked lost. “Are you okay son?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m great,” Glenn stammered, finally breaking out of whatever kind of moment he was in. When he surveyed the group, his eyes fell upon Y/N and he immediately panicked. “I didn’t…I wasn’t…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N waved her hand in the air dismissively hearing the snort that Negan made at what happened. Was she irritated with it? Yeah. She was. Not because she felt she had ownership of Glenn. At this point, she was very much in love with Negan and couldn’t wait to be with him. It was the fact that everyone else didn’t know that yet. They all knew about what Maggie had done with Shane. They heard it the night before, but they were egging Maggie on to kiss the man that they all thought she was engaged to. It was kind of fucked up. Along with the fact that Glenn didn’t seem to want to even do it in the first place. Her irritation was more so with her family and not Glenn. Even Negan was being a smartass about it previously and none of them caught on to him saying it was ridiculous suggesting that the two of them should kiss. “It is what it is.”

“Y/N,” Maggie went to move forward, but Hershel stopped her to talk about something instead. That was one thing about Maggie, she wasn’t stupid. So she had to have known that it would upset Y/N. That’s why she was quick to try to talk to her. There was frustration in Maggie’s eyes over the fact that Hershel had stopped her because Maggie was trying to approach the subject knowing that things were tense.  

“Hey,” Glenn called out, stumbling over himself when Y/N started walking down the trail again to gaze upon the rest of the lights. Once he caught up with her, his fingers curled around her wrist and he tugged on it to get her to look at him. There was fear in his big brown eyes while he tried to gather himself. “You aren’t mad at me, right? Because I wouldn’t have done that normally. I wouldn’t…”

“Glenn,” she interrupted him with a shake of her head, realizing that he was freaking out. “First of all, you made it clear that you didn’t want to do it. It was my family harassing Maggie to do it. You were innocent in all of this.”

“Yeah, but,” Glenn stuttered trying to come up with some kind of excuse, but she really didn’t think that he needed one.  

“It’s fine. I have no right to get upset with you,” Y/N stressed and that was true. With what had been going on with Negan, she really had no right to feel a certain way toward Glenn to begin with.  

“What does that mean?” Glenn tipped his head to the side while she started walking down the trail again with him by her side. “You should be furious with me. We’re engaged. Your sister just kissed me. After what happened the other night with that Shane guy…”

“We don’t need to talk about that,” Y/N assured him with a shrug of her shoulders. That was something her family should have been thinking about. Not Glenn. “That was kind of a different situation too Glenn. You were just forced to kiss my sister. Shane was cheating on me with Maggie. That’s a big difference.”

A bunch of words slurred together that were incoherent from Glenn’s mouth making her laugh. Glenn brought his hand up caressing it over the back of his head and messing up his dark hair, “Glenn? I told you it’s fine. What happened with Shane was in the past and I shouldn’t have really been with Shane anyways. Truthfully? I haven’t really been a great fiancée to you lately Glenn.”

“How so?” Glenn let out a nervous breath, trying to figure out how she was feeling right now. “I think most people would think I was the one that was being a bad fiancé. Not you. I should have been standing up for you the whole time like Negan said. He wasn’t wrong. I’ve been focused on the wrong things and I’m so sorry. I have been…distracted.”

“Well, my family does make things complicated,” she noted looking to Glenn who looked severely upset. It looked like he was on the verge of telling her something, but he was distraught. “I understand that you like my family, Glenn. And that’s okay. I can’t expect you to have the same feelings that I do because they have been good to you whereas with me…”

“Yeah, but I’m really…really sorry,” Glenn threw his hands up in the air, his eyebrows furrowing and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“What are you apologizing for?” Y/N could see that Glenn was acting in a way that he hadn’t before. Usually he was so happy and right now he looked like he was an absolute mess. “Glenn?”

“It’s difficult to really explain,” Glenn frowned, letting out a long sigh and he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You have to understand that you were the first person that I thought I fell in love with and I should have been standing behind you this whole time. I should have been doing better.”

“I’m confused,” Y/N stopped walking turning to face Glenn with the color from his face draining when she approached the topic. “What are you trying to say Glenn?”

“I…uh…I don’t know,” Glenn reached back to rub at the back of his neck in a moment of tension. “I just thought things would be different coming here, you know? I wanted to make you happy and then all of this happened. Things are strange and all of these emotions are confusing me.”

“I’m lost,” Y/N admitted confused with the way that Glenn was acting. He was avoiding eye contact, tugging at his jacket, messing his hair and just being overall very uneasy.

“I’m just trying to say I’ve been making a lot of mistakes since we got here,” Glenn exclaimed, his eyes having a hard time connecting with Y/N’s the further they talked. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m your fiancé. I was your fiancé when I got here and I was planning on marrying you. I should be stepping up and defending you.”

“Not if you don’t agree with me Glenn,” Y/N corrected Glenn, her eyes narrowing when Glenn sighed loudly. “I don’t want you to stand up for something you don’t believe in just because you feel like you have to. I may be your fiancée, but I want you to be your own person. I’ve always liked the person that you are. Whether we were together or not. I want you to be the you that I first met. The sweet, smart, funny, goofy Glenn that I know you to be. You may be my fiancé Glenn, but I want to be your friend more than anything.”

“Shit,” Glenn frowned and she tipped her head to the side. Hearing that looked like it absolutely wrecked Glenn. “We need to talk. I have to talk to you.”

“Hey,” Maggie stepped forward between Glenn and Y/N. It was a forceful movement that had Glenn stumbling backwards, shocked with the way that Maggie barged in like that. “I was hoping you and I could actually take a photo together after everything Y/N. I’d like to have one of us here.”

“Maggie,” Glenn tried to get her attention, but Maggie was dragging off Y/N in the other direction toward one of the bright light set ups that they had for a selfie opportunity.

“What’s going on?” Y/N wondered feeling Maggie pulling her in for a tight squeeze so she could get a selfie. At first Y/N wasn’t into it, but when Maggie huffed, she feigned a fake smile so Maggie could get the photo she wanted. “You’re acting weird.”

“This whole trip has been weird,” Maggie announced, lowering her phone down and giving a dramatic shrug. “There is something about this family that sometimes brings out the worst in people and I think you understand that feeling.”

“Sure I understand that feeling, probably better than anyone,” Y/N agreed with her half-sister seeing that Maggie also had that same uncomfortableness that was in Glenn. “Is this all over the kiss? Forget it, Maggie. You were egged on by the family and I get it.”

“It’s forgotten,” Maggie proclaimed, squeezing Y/N in closer to her several times. This all felt very strange and Y/N was thankful when she noticed that Beau was approaching them with Erin at his side.

Pulling herself out from underneath Maggie’s arm, Y/N offered up a big smile when she knelt down to be level with Erin who seemed to be excited to see her. Almost immediately Erin ran up to her and hugged her. It was a nice feeling after everything that happened, “Hey honey!”

“She wanted to come ask if you would take a photo at the polar bear light with her,” Beau explained holding his phone up to give it a wiggle. “Since you got her the stuffed animal she loves so much, she thought the three of you should take a photo with that light.”

“I’d love to do that,” Y/N spoke in an animated tone, getting up and having Erin lead her over toward where she wanted her. It was cute having Erin holding onto her hand dragging her through the snow, but she liked it. It was a good distraction. Once they got where she wanted, Y/N knelt down to be level with Erin so they could get the whole light display in the picture that Beau was taking. Once he was done, he gave them a thumbs up and Y/N turned to Erin. “I’m so glad you like your stuffed animal sweetheart.”

“I love it,” Erin boasted, cuddling the bear in closer to her. “It’s been one of my favorite parts about coming here.”

“Hey, the rest of us are going to gather by the fire and watch the movie that they are playing,” Beth approached them, pointing off toward the end of the trail drawing Y/N to look up. “Just so we spend some more time here and together.”

“Sounds good,” Y/N led the children toward the screen that the trail had set up to play a popular Christmas film. What was strange was how split up the group was while they were watching the film. Beth, Beau, Erin, Annette and Hershel were all up front, but the rest were split up and she was sitting at the back.

“Hey,” a voice whispered and the warmth of breath pressed in over her flesh causing her eyes to come to a tight close. “I’m gonna need you to follow me.”

“Someone will notice,” Y/N suggested, her eyes fluttering to an open when she looked around the crowd. Glenn was at one corner, Maggie at another. “We can’t just disappear.”

“Of course we can,” Negan’s deep, raspy voice assured her. “If someone asks, we just were antsy and we wanted to go for another walk around the loop.”

Standing up from the table, she allowed Negan’s fingers to hook with hers leading her back toward the trail of lights through the snow. Stealing another glance back, she made sure that no one would notice that they were taking off together.

“You worry too fucking much,” Negan stated with a long sigh, his fingers hooking tightly with hers as they started making their way around the loop again. Most everyone was gone because it was later or they were sitting in the group of people watching the film.

“Annette knows about us,” she informed Negan, almost blurting it out with an uneasiness when Negan looked to her again. “She knows about us and told me that it was obvious because you have nothing but heart eyes for me. That both you and Beau love me.”

“Well, she’s not wrong,” Negan stopped walking, turning to her so he could sweep his fingers in over the side of her face. Drawing her up onto her toes, Negan curled his index finger in underneath her chin to get her to tip her head back. Hovering his lips in over hers, Negan smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “I do love you.”

“I love you too,” she frowned realizing that Negan was missing the point completely. “My stepmother and Beau easily caught onto us being together Negan.”

“Was she mad?” Negan skimmed his bottom lip over hers and it made a whimper escape her lips. There wasn’t a worry in his body finding out that Y/N’s stepmother knew that they were intimate with one another. “Is that why you are upset?”

“No,” she answered tipping up on her toes to bring their lips together in a faint kiss that had Negan humming out. “In fact, she told me not to let it slip through my fingers.”

“Smart woman,” Negan snickered, his nose wrinkling when he leaned back enough to stare down at her with his heavy-lidded gaze.

“What if other people have noticed?” she placed her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest, stroking her fingers over it.

“What if?” Negan didn’t seem bothered by the idea of it when he claimed her lips in another kiss. It was snowing very hard at this point and some of the lights were being restricted from how heavy the snow was. It was giving a small amount of glow amongst the darkness and it made everything feel almost like a dream. “I don’t care. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you anyways. So what if they realize ahead of time before we tell them?”

“You take everything with ease,” she noted wishing that she could be as laid back as Negan.

“That’s because I know what I want and it’s you,” Negan reminded her, his tongue brushing softly at her inner bottom lip. A purr fell from her lips and he snickered. “I want us to grow old together and be sickeningly in love with one another. We’ll be old and our grandchildren can be grossed out by how in love we are.”

“Negan,” she rolled her eyes, feeling his arms sliding down so he could hook them around her waist. They were far enough away from the group that it was okay for them to interact like this, but he was still way too relaxed. Yet, she couldn’t help herself. Stealing kiss after kiss from Negan was easy while he held tightly to her. A shudder filled her body and Negan reached for the red scarf that he had on. Wrapping it around her, he got it done right before cuddling her close. “The perfect gentleman.”

“Who? Me?” Negan chuckled, shaking his head with his eyebrows bouncing up. “Nope.”

Sweeping her thumb over Negan’s jawline, she found herself completely enamored with the man before her, “You are so handsome.”

“And you are so beautiful,” Negan slurred, lowering again to bring their lips together in a kiss. This one was drawn out, passionate and when they pulled away, they were both breathless. There was something different in the way that Negan was looking at her. It seemed like something was on his mind. His long eyelashes fluttered and he let out a long exhale. “Marry me.”

“What?” she laughed, noticing the seriousness in Negan’s features. “Negan?”

“I’m serious,” Negan grumbled, his thick eyebrows furrowing when he slid his palm in over the side of her face. “Marry me.”

“What? Here?” she threw her hand up in the air and it made Negan huff out.

“No, I mean when we get back home. Let’s just do the crazy thing and get married,” Negan threw out the idea, his dimples sinking in while he kept his stare locked with hers. “I don’t want to fuck around with life anymore. I love you. My kids love you. You love me. Let’s not fuck around. Let’s get married. You can be Mrs. Smith. What do you think? Then again, you can keep your last name if you want for work. Or you can add my name onto the end of yours.”

“You’re kind of jumping ahead here,” she frowned knowing that she would love to be married to Negan, but there was still so much that needed to be done. “I’m wearing another man’s ring on my finger.”

“And in a few days, you won’t be,” Negan pointed out, grabbing a hold of her hand lowering down to his knee in the snow. It made her heart hammer in her chest and he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t need more time to realize that I want to be with you forever Y/N. I’ve only felt like this once in my life and I know when it’s real. So what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Negan,” she felt like the trees were spinning around her when Negan lowered his head enough to press a kiss over the back of her hand. “We don’t even have a ring.”

“We will as soon as we get back to New York,” Negan insisted with a big, cheesy smile that drew her to laugh. Holding his finger up, he motioned her to wait and dug into his jacket searching for something. A crinkling sound filled the air when she saw Negan tugging at the wrapper he had just pulled out. Grabbing the opposite hand from where her engagement ring with Glenn was, Negan pushed a ring pop up her ring finger drawing her to let out a hearty laugh. “Erin gave me that earlier and we’ll use this as a place holder. What do you think? What do you say? It’s cherry flavored. Which is pretty damn good,” Negan had her cheeks flushing over with warmth. The way he was looking up at her with that smile had her heart hammering inside of her chest. “Will you marry me?”

“Negan,” she began, tossing her head back and letting out a tense breath. Cussing to herself, she nodded her head and heard him let out a happy exhale. “Of course I will marry you.”

“Fuck yes,” Negan got up from the snow to pick her up in his arms. He lifted her from the ground and gave her a spin before bringing their lips together in a passionate sweep.

“We’re insane for this. I hope you know that,” Y/N reminded him knowing that she couldn’t deny him the answer that she knew that she felt deep down in her heart. Maybe it was what Annette said that made her confident in her answer, but she knew how she felt about Negan. “I don’t know how I’m going to break things to Glenn and Maggie.”

“Let’s not worry about that right now,” Negan hushed her, nibbling faintly at her bottom lip when he squeezed her closely to him. “I love you. So fucking much.”

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“You know people are still probably awake,” Y/N reminded Negan, dropping her head back into the pillows. Lifting her hand, she brushed her fingers through Negan’s messy hair which had his smile expanding out over his handsome features. Once they got back from the trail, they had interacted with her family enough before going to bed. Which meant that Negan went with his children until they were asleep and then he had snuck into her bedroom again. With him laying over her, she could feel her heart hammering inside of her chest. “Is it always going to be like this?”

“No,” Negan answered, shaking his head and letting out a long exhale. “Some nights I will come home from work and absolutely crash. And according to my daughter, I do drool sometimes, but let’s be honest, I’m cute. So it will be cute when I do it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she laughed, drawing her hand down over the side of his face. “You are such a dork.”

“And I’m proud of it,” Negan winked, flashing her a cheesy smile that had her covering her mouth in attempts to hide her laughter. “I’m adorable too you know.”

“I know,” she agreed with him, lifting up from the pillows to ask for a kiss from him which he happily gave her. “You can always make me laugh and I appreciate that. No matter how I’m feeling, you always manage to make me smile.”

“That’s because of the dimples,” Negan lifted one of his hands to point at his cheek drawing a small laugh from her lips. Every movement from Negan right now was very animated and he was purposely trying to be ridiculously silly. “They are so fucking cute.”

“They are,” she agreed with him, lifting up enough to steal another quick kiss from him. “Yes, your smile and your dimples are cute, but you know how to make me smile and I love you.”

“Mmm…” Negan teasingly peppered kisses against her lips hearing her giggling with the sounds that he was making while he did it. “I love you too.”

“You better,” she snickered, sliding her hands down his sides and then back up to stroke over his shoulders. A breath caught in her throat with the way that Negan was looking down at her. “I just want to know that this feeling I have won’t go away.”

“It won’t,” Negan hushed her, getting more comfortable over her, sweeping his thumb across her bottom lip. There was something in his eyes that made her believe him. “I know this feeling all too well. I felt it with Lucille and even when you get furious with me, which you will, you can’t help having that ache inside of you because you love that person so fucking much.”

“I still wonder if we are the bad guys here,” she informed him, looking to the ring pop he had given her that she had resting on the nightstand. His gaze followed hers to look at the candy ring that she had taken off to make sure it didn’t get destroyed. “I meant what I said to Beau. What we did wasn’t right.”

“I understand that. And morally, I get it,” Negan frowned, urging her to look back to him when he shook his head. “And I will face the consequences of it when the time comes, but when you find the person you are meant to be with, you just know. And that happened between us. Glenn and Maggie were a chapter in our lives, but that’s all. The day after Christmas the two of us will tell everyone and then we can be together. Without worries.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s not going to be easy telling them,” she noted, brushing her fingers through Negan’s hair while he listened to her closely. “And then we’re going to have to worry about work.”

“I’m not worried about work,” Negan assured her with a confident shake of his head. “We are both good workers. As long as our relationship doesn’t affect our workflow and content, then they will be okay with it. I know our boss more than you do. I’ve been with this company for a long time. Everything is going to be okay with work when we get back.”

“You’re so confident,” she pointed out and it was followed by a long exhale from him.

“Because at this point there are only two things in this world that I fucking care about. One is my children,” Negan explained with a tiny smirk, his fingers tracing down over the side of her neck and over her collarbone. “The next is you. Everything else doesn’t matter to me. As long as I have you and my children in my life? Then everything is going to be okay. I’m not worried.”

“Every time you talk, I fall more and more in love with you,” she declared hearing his snicker when he nuzzled his nose in against the side of her neck. The sensation drew chills down her spine before he pressed a faint kiss over her flesh.

“I’m glad you feel that way because most people just want to punch me after they hear me talk,” Negan snorted, tipping his head back having his long eyelashes fluttering. “I’m kind of really irritating. I’m a smart ass. I swear constantly. I’m immature as fuck.”

“And I love you anyways,” she hushed him, sliding her hands up to cup his face in her palms tenderly. Stroking her thumbs over the side of his face, she cleared her throat and looked to the ring pop he had given her again. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I have an idea,” his thick eyebrows bounced up, an arrogant smile expanding over his handsome features. A sharp wince fell from her throat when she felt Negan’s thumb tracing over her nipple through the material of her shirt. Arching her back up toward him had him releasing a proud sound. “Because you do the same fucking thing to me.”

“It’s still early,” she reminded Negan when his hand palmed down over the length of her abdomen to press the material of her shirt up. “You know people could be up.”

“I’m up,” Negan scoffed with a mischievous expression behind his eyes. Dipping down, he pressed hot, wet kisses over her flesh that was revealed. Closing her eyes, she took in the sensation it filled her body with as his lips traveled further up the lengths of her body. With ease, Negan got her shirt up over the swell of her breast with his lips following. At first it was hot, open-mouthed kisses that he was pressing over her flesh. “I’ll be quiet.”

“I don’t know if I can be,” she admitted with the first flick of his tongue out over her nipple, circling the flesh before sucking faintly at it. Whimpering, she dug her nails into his shoulders and heard him moan against her body. “Negan…fuck.”

“That’s what I’m going for here,” Negan teased, lifting his head just enough to glance up at her and shake his head. “Maybe something more so in the middle. I can probably keep you quieter if we make love of sorts. Fucking is very loud and I can’t keep either of us quiet when we are really going at it.”

“Can you be serious for a minute,” she rolled her eyes, reaching down to hook her fingers into his hair to pull him back up to her. Pouting, Negan tipped his head from side to side giving her the puppy dog look that he had learned she liked so much. “Let me do something for you right now if you think you can be quiet.”

“Something for me?” Negan repeated, his eyebrow arching in curiosity.

“I think you said something about wanting to come down my throat,” she brought up the conversation they had while they were alone in the bathroom together the other day.

“Oh,” he whispered with a wolfish smile tugging at his lips. Getting up on the bed, she motioned him to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard. Eagerly, he got into place leaning forward enough to allow her to pull his shirt from his body. Once she tossed it next to the bed, Negan let out an amused sound. “I like that idea.”

“I thought you might,” she slurred when she began pressing wet kisses down over his slender abdomen. Adjusting the position of his body, Negan’s fingers sank into her hair and caressed at her scalp. “Later when everyone is asleep, we can do more.”

“Sounds good to me,” Negan whispered, his eyebrows bouncing up when her lips got to the top of his pajama pants. Motioning him to lift his hips, she sank her fingers into the waistband of the material. She pulled them down his hips along with his boxer briefs allowing his erection to bounce free from the material to rest against his belly. Settling back down on the bed, Negan hummed when her fingers curled around his rigid flesh and he growled. “I told you I was up.”

“I believed you,” she licked her lips, teasing her fingertips over the ridges at the tip of his cock. “See, this isn’t going to be as fun as normal because I actually like how verbal you are when we have encounters like this.”

“You like daddy’s moans?” Negan mused, his head giving an arrogant bob. Getting more comfortable, Negan saw her give him a smirk before lowering down to start pressing kisses over his abdomen. “Daddy likes making you moan too.”

Dropping his head back, Negan watched her behind a heavy-lidded stare when her tongue dragged from the base of his cock along the underside of it all the way up to the tip. Licking his lips, Negan growled faintly when she repeated the movement several times before taking the tip into the warmth of her mouth.

“Good girl,” Negan praised her, appreciating the way her eyes hooked with his when she started giving him the blowjob. At first, she gave special attention to the tip lapping her tongue at his sensitive flesh making it hard for him to be quiet. Biting down on his bottom lip, he felt his hips tensing and he tugged harder at her hair. “I feel like you’re purposely trying to make me make noise.”

With a wet slurping sound, she pulled her lips away from his cock and a wicked smirk followed, “I would never.”

“Dick,” Negan grunted with her lips pressing up against his manhood when she chuckled. The vibration of it drew his hips to arch up and he used his other hand to caress over the side of her face. “Every now and then I remember just how fucking naughty you are. You had to hide this part of you away for so long…”

“Are you saying you bring out the worst of me?” she wondered flattening her tongue out across the tip, dragging her tongue across the sensitive slit having a moan fall from his throat. “I told you it isn’t easy being quiet.”

“I’m saying I bring out the very best of you,” Negan corrected her, tugging her head back causing her to purr. Grabbing a firm hold of his cock, he stroked it a few times before pressing the tip of it to her wet lips. “You keep up with what you were doing and daddy will be coming in no time.”

“Yes daddy,” she smirked, extending her tongue out allowing him to tap it against her tongue before she wrapped her lips back around his girthy length. Keeping his focus on her, he enjoyed the wet sounds she made while she pleasured him and his breathing grew louder and more uneven.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Negan coached, dropping his head back against the headboard while he helped her movements over his body. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Fuck.”

A faint knock on the door was heard drawing Negan to thrust upward involuntarily making a gagging sound fill the air before he fell from her bed and onto the floor in a loud thud. A slew of swearwords followed. Grasping her throat, she scoffed and saw him swiftly pulling his pants back up, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Negan spoke quietly, throwing his hands up to hint as if he didn’t know where to go.

“Slide under the bed,” she instructed noticing the way that he looked under her bed to determine if he could. With a grumble, Negan managed to slide beneath her bed and she adjusted her body trying to act normal. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” Beau’s voice was heard at the other end and she let out a relieved sound. It was still awkward considering what they were just doing, but it was better having it be Beau than someone in her family or Glenn.

“Yeah,” she called out hearing Negan cussing from underneath her bed to himself.

When Beau pushed opened the door slightly, he gave her an awkward expression and made sure everything seemed okay. Stepping into the room, Beau’s eyebrows arched up when he saw the shirt laying at the center of the floor and he sighed loudly, “You can come out dad.”

Pulling her knees up to her chest, Y/N felt like a teenager that had been caught by her parents when Negan huffed out loudly. When Negan was out from under her bed, he simply just got up to his knees and placed his hand on top of the bed.

“How did you know I was here?” Negan inquired, his face twisting with confusion when Beau clung tightly to the things that he had in his arms. Rolling his eyes, Beau put the things he had under one arm and then reached for Negan’s shirt. Tossing Negan his shirt, Beau noticed his father let out a hesitant sound before pulling his shirt back on. “Oh.”

“It might have been the loud thud that was followed by a whole lot of fucks afterwards too,” Beau explained, pointing back toward the door. “Should I give you guys a few minutes?”

“Yes,” Negan answered.

“No,” Y/N spoke at the same time noticing Negan’s face twisting with discomfort.

“Which is it? Yes, or no?” Beau pointed his finger between the both of them. There was desperation in Negan’s eyes when she shook her head.

“We have something to finish,” Negan suggested and she let out a hesitant laugh, shaking her head knowing that there was no way that she was going to finish with Negan’s son wanting to speak to her. “We do.”

“It’s not that important,” she brushed off what Negan was suggesting hearing him grumble under his breath. “It can wait until later.”

“It really can’t,” Negan clutched tightly to the comforter hearing Beau clear his throat. “It needs to happen or…work will be very uncomfortable.”

“No, it doesn’t. We can finish our work later,” she insisted making Negan drop his head onto the bed. After seeing his father being dramatic, Beau shifted on his feet uncomfortably. “Am I witnessing your first fight as a couple?”

“We’re not fighting,” she laughed reaching out to stroke her fingers through Negan’s messy hair when he huffed out against the comforter that his face was buried in. “Your father is just being dramatic.”

“I really can come back,” Beau offered with a half laugh and Y/N immediately shook her head.

“It’s fine,” Negan sighed, lifting his head up and releasing an amused laugh. “I tell you what Beau, you have impeccable timing lately.”

“Thank you,” Beau gave a big cheesy smile to his father and it took a minute for him to realize what Negan actually meant. “Oh, that was sarcasm.”

“A little bit,” Negan couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s innocence when Beau’s cheeks flashed over with a bit of red.

“Sorry,” Beau apologized, giving his head a small bob.

“Don’t be. You’re more important than what we were doing,” Negan admitted which was ultimately the truth. His heart was still pounding inside of his chest, but he knew that Beau needed to be their top priority. “So, what’s up kiddo?”

“I was actually hoping that I could talk to Y/N alone,” Beau explained, his eyes looking worried when he glanced between the both of them. “If that’s okay. I just want to talk to her about something kind of important.”

“Oh,” Negan bit down on his bottom lip and looked to Y/N. Grabbing one of Y/N’s pillows, Negan pulled it from the bed and cleared his throat. “Sure buddy. Just give me a minute.”

“Okay?” Beau’s eyebrow arched up hearing Negan huffing out. Carefully Negan got up and he had Y/N’s pillow placed in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to go upstairs to my room,” Negan informed them, nodding toward the door and letting out a wince. Heading toward the door, Negan gave his son a weak smile before hearing Y/N call out to him. “Yeah?”

“Where are you taking my pillow?” she wondered with a half laugh. The lines in Negan’s forehead grew deeper and the muscle at the corner of his jawline flexed.

“With me,” Negan simply replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Negan’s head looked down toward the pillow that was placed in front of him and it had realization suddenly striking for sadly both Y/N and Beau. “You can come and get it later. I need it more than you do right now.”

“God,” Beau let out a disgusted breath, covering his face with his free hand. “You two really are like you and mom.”

“Listen buddy, we’re doing our best here,” Negan let out a hesitant laugh, shaking his head when he clutched the pillow tighter to him. “You’re the one with the awful timing, but we need to learn to relax a little bit. You’re not wrong.”

“Dad,” Beau scoffed turning away from his father and keeping his hand over his eyes.

“Was anyone else out there?” Negan asked Beau who in return shook his head. “Thanks kiddo. I’m really fucking sorry at how awkward this is.”

“It’s my fault,” Beau scoffed keeping his face covered as Negan made his way out of the bedroom. It took a while before Beau finally lifted his head. “I’m so, so, so…so very sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry,” she threw her hands up noticing that Beau’s face was red. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Do you think we can go…somewhere else to talk?” Beau spoke quietly knowing that it was awkward enough as it was with what he had likely just walked in on. “I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just…”

“No, you don’t even have to explain,” she cut Beau off noticing that he was backstepping toward her bedroom door. “Why don’t you go grab your jacket and we can go out on the porch. Sit on the swing outside or something.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” Beau agreed with her, leaving her alone in her room in order to go to his room to grab his jacket. Once he made it back to the hallway, she was already waiting for him zipping her jacket up. Quietly they headed down the stairs and out the front door. Switching on the light, Y/N let out a surprised sound when she realized just how hard it was actually snowing. “Are you going to be okay out here?”

“As long as you will be good,” she gave him a nod, following Beau over toward the swing to sit down on top of it with him. Thankfully the wind wasn’t blowing the snow in the direction of the porch so it wasn’t covered in snow yet. “What’s up Beau? What did you want to talk about?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you and my dad, but I wanted to talk to you about a few things that I found,” Beau began, his eyebrows full of emotion when he adjusted beside her on the bench clinging to the things that were in his hands. “I just don’t want to upset you.”

“Nothing you do can upset me, Beau,” she assured him noticing that for the first time he seemed completely uncomfortable with her. It made her think it was because of what Beau assumed he had walked in on between them and she felt guilty. “I’m really sorry about everything with your father. I promise I won’t…”

“No, it’s not that. I don’t care what the two of you do in your free time. As long as you aren’t doing that in front of me or Erin, then it’s fine,” Beau promised, disgust still flooding his features at the idea of his father getting intimate with someone. “I just was really bothered about everything with your mom. So I started asking some questions. I talked to Maggie alone earlier and I asked her about your mother. She told me that she kind of remembered your mother, but she was really young.”

“It was hard talking about things to Maggie,” Y/N claimed realizing where the discussion was going now. “Why were you asking Maggie about her?”

“Because I wanted to see if she could give me any kind of clues as to what I could be looking for,” Beau stammered, his eyes shifting down to the papers and the photobook that he had in his hands. “What did your father tell you about your mother again? I only vaguely know what you said.”

“It’s not much. All he told me was a name and that she died in childbirth,” she stated, thinking back on the times she tried having conversations with her father about her mother. “I’ve never seen as much as a photo. I think my mother was an accident. Someone my dad got…intimate with once and then I was the result. I think he said my mother kept me hidden from him, went into labor and then died during childbirth. I assume that means someone had to give me to my father since I had no one.”

“That’s what he told you?” Beau’s face went pale and he looked sad hearing her say all of that. “He told you that he didn’t know she was pregnant? That he wasn’t there when you were born?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat finding herself getting involuntarily emotional when she thought about her mother. “Why?”

“Because that’s a lie,” Beau declared, his eyebrows bouncing up when he reached for the first piece of paper that he found. “I went looking in the attic because it seems like that’s where your father threw everything. After digging around for a while I found all of this under a loose floor panel. There was a bunch of shit on top of it and when I was moving it, I heard it creaking when I stepped on it.”

“What is this?” she accepted the paper realizing that it was her birth certificate. Looking over it, she saw all of the information written out on it and she sighed. Under her father’s name, she realized that it was Hershel’s handwriting and she shrugged her shoulders. “He probably just had to sign this when they gave me to him Beau.”

“Sure, you could think that, just let me…” Beau dug into what he had pulling out a photo and handing it over to her. Once her eyes fell upon it, a breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon it. “Yeah, it blew me away too. You look so much like her. But the name on the back matches your birth certificate. It’s your mother.”

“I guess I should have gone searching for something after I left here,” she swept her thumb over the photo noticing that it was slightly burned and she brought it up to look it over.

“I think your father went to burn all of this, but then stopped,” Beau stated with a shuddering breath noticing her forehead tensing up while her bottom lip trembled at the sight of her mother. “She was beautiful Y/N. Just like you…”

“Yeah,” she let out a hesitant breath now realizing why her father must have hated her as much as he did. After seeing the photo, she looked a lot like her mother and that would be more than enough reason for him to hate her. It reminded him of the one mistake that he made.

“Your father is a liar Y/N,” Beau claimed, his voice breaking when he handed out to her a photo book that was somewhat singed at the corners. Accepting the booklet, she laid it down in her lap flipping the cover open. Almost immediately a photo fell into her lap of a younger Hershel with her mother and she felt her throat tense up. Shakily she turned the pages seeing tons of photos of Hershel with her mother. There were even photos of her mother with a young Maggie and she felt her body tremoring. “If your mother wasn’t around, Maggie wouldn’t have remembered her. That’s why I was desperate to find something.”

“I don’t understand,” she stammered, a whimper falling from her throat when she came to a page with a photo of an ultrasound. Pulling it out of the sleeve, she felt her hands shaking only for Beau’s hand to place over her knee in attempts to show her his support. “My dad said…”

Swallowing down hard, she lowered the photo and turned the next page to see that it was Hershel with her pregnant mother. Hershel’s hand was over her mother’s growing stomach and he looked proud of the fact that she was pregnant. Seeing it broke her heart since everything her father told her was a lie. Trying to hold it together, she didn’t want to cry in front of Beau, but she could see that even Beau himself was emotional with the things that he was telling her.

“He was there when she was pregnant,” she shakily stammered, her throat tensing up when she continued to flip through the pages of photos. There was even a page in the book with what she assumed to be her mother’s handwriting coming up with names that she might have wanted. “I don’t understand why he lied.”

“It gets worse,” Beau urged her to continue flipping through the pages until she finally came to a photo of her mother in the hospital with her father after she was clearly born. They both looked happy. And unlike all of the other photos her mother was actually wearing an engagement ring in this photo. “Keep going.”

“I just…” she stopped when she realized that there was a photo of her mother sitting in the very spot that she was now holding what Y/N assumed to be her as a baby. Something that resembled a cry fell from her throat when she realized that everything her father told her was a lie. Page after page of photos showed that not only did her mother make it through childbirth, but she was also very much alive for what seemed like almost the first two years of her life. Toward the end of the booklet, she found the last page and it suddenly hit her when she realized the photos were obviously of her mother sick. There was a photo of her being held by her mother in a bed and photo with Hershel, Maggie and her mother all holding onto her. By now she felt her tears burning at her eyes and she let out a hurt sound. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry,” Beau leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her to give her a big hug to comfort her. “I don’t know why your father lied to you, but he did,” Beau whispered, leaning back to stare out at her with worry knowing that she was visibly upset. “I was worried about giving this to you because I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry. I just…”

“Please don’t apologize,” she tried to wipe away at her tears hating that Beau was blaming himself for her being upset. “I can’t believe I’ve never found this. Was there anything else in there hidden?”

“Just this with your mother,” Beau answered, pointing toward the things that were in her lap. “There was a significant amount of money hidden in there too, but I just…I left it. I promise.”

“I believe you,” she laughed for the first time, looking back down toward the things that Beau had given her.

“I just had to tell you about this,” Beau spoke up, his raspy voice broken when he shrugged his shoulders. “All I wanted to do was find a photo of your mother that you could have. I wanted to give it to you for Christmas, but then I found all of this…”

“Thank you, Beau,” she clutched tightly to the things that he had given her. There was an inkling of happiness knowing that she now had photos of her mother, but at the same time it broke her heart that her father lied to her and hid this from her. None of it made sense. “I’m glad that I have this. You have no idea how happy it makes me that I have this.”

“But you’re crying,” Beau noted, reaching out to place his hand in over her hand to give it a firm squeeze. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m crying because I don’t understand why my father has been…” she whimpered, trying to hold back her emotions not wanting to upset Beau any further.

“So awful?” Beau finished and she nodded her head, biting down on her bottom lip to hold back on everything. “Maybe you can use this and ask him. It might finally give you some answers.”

“I hope so,” she breathed out, looking to Beau with a weak smile. Extending her arm out, she wrapped it around Beau’s shoulders and pulled him into a big hug. “Thank you, Beau. At least I know now that he didn’t always hate me. I made him happy once and even if it hurts, I find some kind of happiness in knowing that.”

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