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This is always what I want to say when someone tries to baby wild animals or livestock that arent used to people.
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Me, playing Wylde Flowers: Hm. I wonder who I’ll romance. Damon and Kai are great, but they have more bro vibes. Cameron can get his Malcontent cult ass out of my face. I like Kim and Amira, but I also kinda think they’d be cute together. I wonder who I’ll-
Game: BTW, you can romance a sweet werewolf bookkeeper who loves folklore and tea and has the perfect gentle growly voice and-
Me: SOLD!!!!!
#wylde flowers#switch#cozy game#farming sim#witch#tara wylde#westley vuk#werewolf#seriously#once he showed up#there was no choice
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Masterlist!
Au's are listed from light to dark (in tone):
Blanket = Wednesday is a solitary prickly raven, it doesn't stop the nightshades from wanting to be friends though. When finally allowed to see the apartment, nightshades meet the hulking beast of Wednesday's roommate who isn't afraid to curl up in their murderous friend's space to sleep. It wouldn't be too surprising if Wednesday didn't just as easily initiate and reciprocate the affection.
Fluffy asf, Enid walks around in a blanket in the mornings and set in college with nosy nightshades.
Streamer Enid - Wenclair are married! Wednesday is a world renown horror author and actress. Enid is known as Endespair, an outcast streamer who simps over Wednesday Addams.
Post canon! Usually fluff with secret identity + social media shenanigans
Coffee (started by @theblackwolfalpha) - Enid's the owner of a coffee shop nearby. Lowkey looks like a front for a drug shop and Wednesday is the ceo enamored with the owner coffee. But being enamored doesn't stop the fact that Wednesday always looks ready to kill someone and now Enid's a worried worker.
Fluffy asf, theyre adults and Wednesday is awkward to hell and back. Enid's just vibing and working, wondering if weds is a serial killer
Demon Baby - Enid finds a demon baby in college, gets bonded with said Baby and Wednesday is the demon out to kill the baby. Somehow they end up living together and playing house.
Fluffy asf with suggestive works bc they're adults and lowkey married
She's the man - Enid is a sheltered teen who has to crossdress as her brother for reasons and attends nevermore for senior year. She figures herself out and ends up growing closer to how she is in canon! Wednesday has a crush on Enid, actually everybody has a crush on enid because she's nice. Wenclair is endgame though.
Has omegaverse themes for werewolf lore. Crack treated seriously
Hockey Enid - Wenclair meet one time as children in the winter. They grow close until Enid has to skeddadle away. Wednesday teaches Enid how to ice skate and now they're both grown ups pining over their childhood sweethearts. Enid thinks Wednesday hates her for leaving, Wednesday is simply awkward and really loves Enid. She loves her enough that she writes hockey RPF about a self insert and Enid. Enid finds this out and tries to court Wednesday with the fic as a reference.
Wednesday is a figure skater with Divina and Enid is hockey player with Yoko, they meet again because Yokovina are dating
crack treated seriously + mutual pining with misunderstandings
Jericho Online - Wenclair are childhood friends who met in this mmorpg game. Enid ghosts Wednesday for reasons as a preteen and in basic Wednesday fashion, grows a grudge because her digital wife straight up abandoned her. Adult Enid is a college student studying criminology and ends up logging in after so long. Wednesday is a streamer who was live when this happens and the two reunite in game after years.
Mutual pining and petty Wednesday, featuring a downbad chat.
Addams Twins - S1 except Wednesday has a twin, Cairo! Except she's a normie and oop, isn't that cute? they both seem to have an interest for one silly werewolf. Too bad a serial killer is on the loose but when has that ever stopped them?
Rather silly right now, mostly fluff and lowkey not taken seriously
Isekai - Enid gets yeeted into an isekai world as a preteen, she has characteristics of a werewolf similar to canon and fucks up the storyline by making the addams family more socially aware. Enid is a little shit of a butler and wednesday is an spoilt princess who wants her to herself.
Lowkey crack treated seriously with mutual pining wenclair
Parasyte - its a damn au, idk how to explain this. Enid gets smacked with a curse where her wolf instincts/negative feelings get manifested as this little symbiote-esque creature named Nine. She has to play impulse control while having a crush on Wednesday.
Spider Enid - Enid is spiderman. She goes by Beast to enemies or Fluffy to children. Wendesday is black cat stealing addams artifacts to make sure it doesn't land in bad hands. Enid has a crush on wednesday since they were children and Wednesday knows that Enid is spider man, she takes that opportunity to tease her with the mask.
Pining wenclair set in highschool with secret identity shenanigans.
PJO- Being a demigod is damn tiring but surprisingly Enid is alive at the ripe age of 30 smth. She has a lil found family and a cafe, so she's happy and oh? Whats a goddess doing here? Wednesday is the goddess of death and Enid is the reincarnation of her first love.
Slice of life, found family and a fuck ton of angst in Enid's backstory but overall pretty chill
Reincarnation - Wenclair are reincarnations of Goody and her beau Rosaline. Enid is haunted by nightmares and Wednesday keeps getting way too fluffy dreams of a smiling werewolf. Enid is all the more clingy to wednesday because she helps her sleep better.
fluffy, bother to lover wenclair with dark undertones but nothing too big
Military School - Post canon, Enid gets sent to a military school after imprinting on Wednesday during the hug. It takes a year or so until they get a chance to reunite but both are different. Wednesday is all the more open to make up for enid's absence and Enid wilting into a shadow of herself at the loss of Wednesday.
They meet again at an international outcast school tournament and Enid is distressed because Wednesday looks like she forgot about her. So she's bitter and plans to win the tournament to prove a point. Wednesday is lovestruck and simply happy to see Enid.
Friends to enemies? (more bitter rivals on enid's end) to lovers wenclair. Omegaverse (non sexual), dehumanizing and violent themes with focus more on werewolf lore
Tongues & Teeth - Post canon, takes place in the second semester after the nevermore break. Something happened to Enid during the winter and she's different when she comes back. All you need to know is that Enid wants Wednesday and she'll do anything for that.
Mutual pining wenclair but neither of them know. Dark themes are more prominent here.
Bodyguard Enid - Wednesday doesn't come back after season 1 and Enid is distraught because they're mates + separation anxiety. A decade passes and Enid is given the opportunity to guard Author Wednesday. Alot of pining, longing and pretty angsty in Enid's end.
Adult themes like violent thoughts, horrible coping mechanisms and more are here
Streamer Wednesday - same nevermore years as streamer enid. Wednesday streams herself writing and outcasts are more feared so now chat is worried about the werewolf lurking around in the back.
Wenclair are in a codependent relationship so there are adult + serious themes
Eldritch Farm - Enid and yoko are women set in medieval times who wake up to a life where they have wives. It freaks them out but they're rolling with it. Enid is a farmer, yoko is a winemaker.
Adult themes here because eldritch beings are terrifying. Usually hidden by fluff and slice of life.
Devotion - Enid is stuck at home, Wednesday is an eldritch being tethered to enid. Enid is going insane with every ritual she has to do but she's in love so likeee
Adult and dark themes, Wednesday is crazy
Stalker Enid - Enid admires wednesday alot, enough to start taking pictures to appreciate this new addition to her life. Enid is lowkey insane but wednesday is surprisingly into it. Enid is also a touch delusional.
dark themes for obsessive behavior but wholesome for some reason. Delves into how Enid didn't mean for it to escalate but it does bc that's just how stalkers are.
Scent Blind - College wenclair set in omegaverse. Enid is a beta built like an alpha. She has the equipment but she can't leave the marks nor has the same amount of virility. Wednesday is an omega with too sensitive of a nose. They're friends with benefits because wednesday says she wants the heat to pass faster, Enid agrees because its better to be intimate with wednesday then nothing.
sexual acts and themes, set in omegaverse but alot of feels and sentimental thoughts
Priest - Enid is a holy apprentice/priest and Wednesday is a demon. Wendesday wants to corrupt Enid and Enid wants to hold hands with the new pretty girl in town
not that dark, but it sure is sexual because wednesday is using lust as her main form of temptation before changing tactics the closer they get
Ortegaverse, otherwise known as Enid x... Ships are in order from when it happened:
Can also include just content with Enid x character!
Enid x phoebe - in junior year during winter break, Enid stays in nevermore due to straining family relations and meets phoebe a year before babysitter: the killer queen happens. They get close and Enid gets her first girlfriend and first heartbreak because phoebe leaves without warning by the time the new year comes.
Enid x tara - in the first semester break of senior year, Enid spends the time in new York where she gets decked by Tara after being confused for one of the ghostfaces tailing her. Short yet intense romance that lasts about a week or two where Enid goes through the shit in scream 6 with Tara. They couldn't work out because Tara had things to sort out and she didn't think it would be fair for Enid.
There's like, a whole debacle nearing the end of senior year where phoebe and Tara goes to Nevermore to see if they can have a chance with Enid but we're ignoring that so i can explain the rest of the ships.
Enid x Wednesday - after graduation, Enid spends the summer with the Addams in their manor. It's there that she gets really close with Wednesday, however feeling guilty because she's free loading, she runs away to gather as much money she could to pay them back. Wednesday is not happy with that and thus starts a chase that Enid is not even aware off.
Enid x vada - a few years after Enid decides to skedaddle from the Addams, she stumbles across a coffee shop and meets Vada. They end up rooming with each other for a bit but they both had their own issues and Enid is still sore about free loading and thinking that she isn't worthy to basically barge in someone's life like this.
Enid x lorraine - after the whole Vada fiasco, Enid is running low on money and stops by the day farm to recuperate for a bit before leaving. She somehow gets roped into being their farm hand and she ends up growing closer to the Day family's daughter, Lorraine. Except... This is in nowhere of Houston and outcasts are still seen as demons to most normies. After the events of X, Enid is once again on the run after she turns to save Lorraine
Enid x Mabel - twenty five and on the run, enid stumbles across drug dealer Mabel. On the run from the darker sides of life, the two get married!! they're very very healthy and actually have a child named May!
Everything is totally okay from here onward
#masterlist#Parasyte au#Spider Enid au#Pjo au#Reincarnation au#tongues & teeth au#Bodyguard Enid au#Streamer Wednesday au#Eldritch farm au#Devotion au#Stalker Enid au#Scent blind au#Priest au#Enid x phoebe#Enid x tara#Enid x wednesday#Enid x vada#Enid x lorraine#military school au#Blanket au#Coffee Enid au#addams twins au
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I played Wylde Flowers when it came out on switch and I loved it! That being said the idea of walking around in winter in a dress made me cringe so I wanted to draw some more weather-appropriate outfits for her
(and situationally-appropriate, girl I know you’re sad but you can’t just sleep in a leather jacket)
#art#my art#tara wylde#wylde flowers#switch games#nintendo switch#apple arcade#apple arcade games#this may strike a few as off-color for me#even though I’ve only made like 5 posts to this account so far#but I really liked this game!#sure a couple things could’ve been done better but like I’m always down for a farming sim game#plus magic and hot lesbians? sign me UP 😤#and like these designs were actually really fun I may do some for the rest of the characters#because like the fashion game in fairhaven is very much lacking
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BG3 Patch 5 Spoilers
WARNING: BG3 SPOILERS AHEAD!
New content from the ending scene of BG3. This is all from the perspective of a redeemed Dark Urge who romanced Shadowheart and Halsin, and recruited every "good" ally possible.
people at the party: all your companions, scratch, owlbear, volo, and a bard in the middle playing a song (his name is milil)
lae'zel is the only one who isn't here physically, she sent an astral projection instead because she's been busy fighting vlaakith
astarion explains why he ran away (ashamed) when the sunlight hit him, he's become a "hero" who adventures and has accepted himself
(romanced halsin) you can hug halsin, he's missed his friends and you. you can do both the hug and the kiss, it's really sweet. he's turned the shadowlands into a community, repursing reithwin and moonrise towers into homes for people
jaheira's daughter rejoined the flaming fist, she's been working on rebuilding the harper network. the upper city was entirely destroyed by the battle but has been mostly rebuilt. she jokes that you might be a parent soon
wyll gives you a choice between three stories, a stegosaur/dinosaur battle, an impossible lich, or a young dragon. he lost his warlock powers but has been managing the best he can, and has become a RANGER ("a true hunter of monsters"). duke ravengard is commanding the flaming fist and help rebuilding the city, and he's very proud of his son
minsc and boo guard the streets while jaheira is "occupied with harperish manners". they "went to give a tickle" to the zhentarim, then got locked up in a zhentish cell, awaiting execution? idk if i'm reading incorrectly but he seems to be implying that he actually GOT executed but withers brought him back just in time lmfao
gale has become "professor gale dekarios of blackstaff academy, educator of the esteemed school of illusion". tara is with him. he surrended the crown of karsus to mystra, who cured him of the orb in exchange (his tattoo is gone), though his students still think he's explosive (he implies that he uses it as a threat to keep his class under control). he tells his students about your adventures together. he also implies you're welcome to visit his tower
shadowheart (main romance) - the game told me that we settled down together to live a happy, peaceful life on a farm in the countryside. shar still hurts her (if parents are saved), especially when she can sense that SH is enjoying herself, but it's been getting less frequent because she's been "losing interest". there's a new hug and kiss scene for her too, so i'm assuming this is for ALL companions and not just halsin/SH/whoever
withers will speak to you about karlach, explaining that she won't be able to come back. he jokes about her, which is rare for him, and you're given to opportunity to grieve her loss. in "a dozen tendays" (assumedly how long bg3 is), "an entire life was lived, she lived several centuries" (not exact quote).
milil, the bard playing in the center, does NOT want to be there. he's pissed that no one recognizes him (he's pissed specifically that i'm a bard and don't recognize him), i had to pass a deception check to recognize him and he cheered up and offered to change the song he's playing
there's a chest called "Chest of Grateful Words" filled with letters from your allies!
"Official Guild Letter"
"Letter from Barcus"
"Letter from Art"
"Letter from Valeria"
"Letter from Ravengard"
"Letter from Sebastian"
"Letter from Florrick"
"Letter from the Gur" (unascended Astarion)
"Letter from Alfira" (durge, killed quil grootslang)
"Letter from Dammon"
"Letter from Elminster"
"Letter from Nocturne"
"Letter from Voss"
"Letter from Hope"
"Letter from Mayrina"
"Letter from Nine-Fingers"
"Letter from Zevlor"
"Harp-stamped Letter"
Baldur's Mouth Gazette
If you find anything interesting I missed, please let me know.
#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3#wyll#karlach#lae'zel#gale#scratch#owlbear#shadowheart#halsin#minsc#jaheira#guild#barcus#alfira#valeria#ravengard#sebastian#florrick#gur#dammon#elminster#nocturne#voss#hope#mayrina#nine-fingers#zevlor#patch 5#astarion
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Because the farm is really Shadowheart's ending I was thinking, what would be Connie's post-game thing (he loves the farm life to pieces, but I was thinking, you know, if he was a companion what he'd be talking about during the epilogue party). And I came up with this idea - he writes and illustrates the very first Guide to the Birds of Faerûn. I don't want to torment you with my words, so if you're interested, the rest is under the cut. It's long but there are some additional doodles there.
About the book:
The book is basically like Collins Bird Guide. Including very detailed descriptions of what sounds the birds make.
Connie's already in touch with a publisher (recommended by Volo)
While Shadowheart does proofreading to see if it's digestible for non-bird-obsessed people, Connie's stepfather and Arnell help him with fact checking.
Connie was consulting Halsin while writing about waterfowl.
The book's dedication reads: "To my dearest wife and our four dogs, eight cats, nine chickens, six pigeons, four sheep, Daphne the milk cow, the odd little squirrel, Buttons and last but not least, our crow."
He thought that dedication was hilarious.
After publishing the book, he's been getting at least one letter every week regarding it.
Thanks to these letters the book gets improved with further editions.
He gets invited to various schools across the country to hold lectures but he almost always declines. (Public speeches aren't his thing and he also doesn't want to leave the farm that often.)(He made one exception for Gale because he asked very nicely and didn't take no for an answer).
Far in the future nobody remembers him as one of the heroes who saved Baldur's Gate. He's being remembered as one of Faerûn's best ornithologists.
Other companions reactions:
Lae'zel genuinely liked the book. So much in fact, she read it more than once.
Tara hates Mondays.
I projected on Karlach how hard it is to read books sometimes.
The scary part of the book was the birds of prey section.
Jaheira didn't even read the book, but she does a bang up job pretending she did. She's still very proud.
Shadowheart read it so many times during proofreading she could recite some parts with her eyes closed. For a week she had nightmares about geese.
Details:
Because whenever I make a drawing with a proper background I like talking about the details I put there. So:
The picture of magpies on the wall is the same one Connie gave Shadowheart in this comic. She kept it in the same book she kept the first night orchid he gave her.
That brigs us to the night orchid next to magpies. It's the same one.
There's a doodle of Shadowheart and Daphne near the window.
As references for all the feathers in this drawing I used feathers from my own collection.
Wooden duck is obviously the one Halsin gives you in the epilogue.
The bird drawings are from this drawing I made almost 3 years ago.
Oof, thank you for reading all that, here's one last doodle:
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the shakespeare exhibit - part 7
pairing: tara carpenter x reader
summary: in which tara accompanies you to a family party
warnings: homophobia/biphobia
word count: 4100+
author's note: longest thing i've ever posted. also, had to look up so many specific quotes for this one...
previous part | next part
"So, how many people did you say will be at this party?” Tara asked, looking out the window as you drove down another dirt road. Ever since the two of you had passed the city and made it off the highway, it had been all cornfields, farms, and forests. Tara knew one thing for sure: she would never live in the countryside of New York, even if you wanted to.
You shrugged behind the wheel, reaching out to lower the music a bit. One of Tara’s more ‘pop-y’ songs was on, and the bass was loud. “I’m not really sure,” you said, sparing her a glance before refocusing on the road ahead of you. “My parents know a lot of people, but I’m sure it won’t be more than…two hundred?”
Two hundred people?! Tara thought, her eyes widening. I have to meet two. hundred. people?!
“Don’t worry, though,” you continued quickly. “Only about fifty of that is family; the rest are family friends or work acquaintances, so you won’t have to talk to them if you don’t want to.”
Thank fucking god. “And can you give me a run down on the more immediate family again?”
“Well, there’s mom and dad, obviously.” You took a left, not bothering with your blinker because there was no one else around. However, rather than more dirt road, your tires were finally rolling against pavement. “Nathaniel and Edmund--but, you can’t call him ‘Edmund’; you have to say ‘Eddie’, or he’ll get upset.”
“And they’re identical, right?”
Trees were lining the pavement, perfectly spaced apart and shaped, and Tara readied herself to be met with your house. Except���it never came. You just kept driving and driving, and it seemed like there was no end in sight.
You nodded. “Yup--identical. You’ll be able to tell them apart, though. It’s easy.” You hummed as you thought. “Oh, baby Cordelia, of course, but only my father calls her by her full name.”
Your baby sister, Cordelia, or Lia, as she was called by most, was turning a year old that day, which was why you and Tara had made the drive up to your parents’ house. They were throwing a party for her, and an extravagant one at that.
“And then my father’s parents: Grandma Jane and Grandpa Thomas. They live in the house with everyone, but odds are you won’t meet them today. They like to spend their time in the wine cellar when we have guests.” You leaned toward her just slightly, like you were about to tell her a secret. “Grandpa Thomas has never been the biggest fan of…people. He’s a book guy, you know?”
Mom, dad, Nate, Eddie, Lia, Jane, Thomas. Tara nodded to herself as she made the mental note, determined not to get anyone’s name wrong. “Okay, and--”
Finally, your house started to show in the distance, and Tara’s jaw literally dropped. Even from where the two of you were, it was huge, and not just rich-person-huge but old-money-huge.
It was a large, shapely building made of blue brick; two large, white pillars stood near the front entrance and extended all the way up to the roof; windows upon windows were lined in white to match the rest of the house; vines flowed down from the roof, though they were neat and calculated, giving the house an old-vibe rather than a messy one.
Holy. Fucking. Shit, Tara thought as your house--if it could even be called a house--drew closer and closer. She stared in awe as you drove the two of you around the circular driveway, centered around a gorgeous fountain, and to the parking area, which was already overflowing with cars.
Once you parked, you turned to her, glancing down sheepishly. “I know it’s a lot,” you said, your voice soft. “The house, the party, the meeting everyone.” You inhaled deeply. “If you feel uncomfortable about anything at any time, just let me know and we can hide in my bedroom, okay? Or, if you need a moment alone, it’s up the stairs, to the right, fourth door on your left.”
She’s just too perfect. Tara grinned, that type of grin she only ever had when she was with you, and leaned across the center console, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m sure it’ll be great, baby.”
You flushed, the way you always did whenever she kissed you, even though she had kissed you a million times at that point; she never tired of the way the red painted your cheeks, or how you’d smile subconsciously.
“Okay.” You nodded and kissed her again for good measure. “Then let’s do this.”
You climbed out of the car, rounded the hood, and opened the door for Tara to step out. Always so chivalrous, she thought, grabbing the present that she had brought for your sister from the floor of your car. It was just a small toy, and she suddenly started to second-guess it as you led her toward the entrance.
As soon as she stepped into the house, marble flooring beneath her feet, she gulped. There were at least a hundred people there already, all having traveled to celebrate your baby sister, and they were scattered around, talking and laughing and drinking champagne. She was glad she had worn her nicest dress for the occasion, but even that didn’t seem nice enough.
I do not belong here, her mind whispered.
Before she could even utter a single word to you, all eyes turned, smiles and grins and furrowed eyebrows and tilted heads watching your every move. This is like a creepy cult movie. She glanced at you, somewhat surprised that you were relaxed as you waved.
“Hi, everybody!” you said, and there was a chorus of greetings in response.
Then, suddenly, there was pounding coming from upstairs, and two heads peeked over the banister, gleaming grins on each of their faces and identical in every way--except for their hair, Tara noticed quickly; one had his hair sticking out every which way while the other’s was combed down neatly.
“Y/N’s home!” the messy-haired one shouted. All eyes turned to them, fond smiles on everyone’s face as they stared up at the boys.
“‘A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers!’” the other yelled. Okay, well, that one’s Nate, Tara thought, and she watched as they bounded down opposite stairs, their legs carrying them quickly so they could be the first to truly greet you.
They rammed into your waist, making you stumble back as you held them close. “Hi, boys,” you giggled, and everyone--everyone--laughed at the joy that was radiated from the three of you before going back to their conversations.
You hugged your brothers tightly before pushing them away slightly. You took Tara’s hand in your own, and her heart fluttered at the feeling of your warmth against her skin. “Nate, Eddie, this is Tar--”
“The girlfriend!” Eddie cheered.
Nate followed up with, “She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed!”
Does this kid only speak in Shakespeare? Tara wondered. Is that even possible?
“Hi, guys,” Tara said, smiling. “Nice to meet you.”
“To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods,” Nate replied.
“What this dork means,” Eddie started, elbowing his brother, “is that we can’t wait for you to become our sister-in-law!”
Sister-in-law?! She glanced at you, and you cleared your throat, unraveling your hand from hers and placing it on the small of her back. “Eddie, Nate, go find Nana and Pops.” You leaned down and whispered something to them, and both boys nodded fervently before rushing away.
“So, you talk about me to your brothers?” Tara teased, grinning at you.
You rolled your eyes lightly, carefully guiding her further into the house. “Don’t listen to a word they say. They’re--well, you met them.” A handful? she thought. Yes.
You passed by people, sparing short greetings or simple waves, until you stood with Tara in the kitchen. “And don’t mind Nate’s speech,” you said, chuckling. “He’s been in Shakespeare-mode ever since he got that part in the play. He only talks in quotes now, no matter what play they’re from.”
She hummed. “Reminds me of someone I know,” she said, leaning up to kiss you.
Just as you began to lean down, there was an excited squeal, and you pulled back quickly, eyes wide and landing on whoever had interrupted you.
“Mom!” you rushed out, blushing. Tara spun around, a nervous smile on her lips as she stared at your mother, who grinned right back.
“You must be Tara, sweetheart!” your mom said, pulling Tara into a hug. Okay! I guess this is a hugging family! She placed her hands on Tara’s shoulders, looking at her. “You’re even prettier than Y/N said!”
“Hi, ma’am--”
Your mother waved her off. “Oh, please. Just call me ‘mom’.” She grinned, and Tara realized that you had her smile. “I’m sure you’ll be in this family soon enough.” Tara felt herself pink at the words. I sure hope so.
“Mom!” you groaned from behind.
Your mom hummed. “Yes, well, I was just coming to grab another apple for your father. You know him,” she said. “Eats like he’s a horse,” she whispered to Tara.
You perked up at the mention of your dad. “Oh, Tara! Let’s go see him. I’m sure he has Lia, right, mom?”
“Yes, yes.” She was digging around the fridge. “I was so sure I bought more,” she muttered to herself.
You sidled up beside Tara and took her hand, leading her toward a different area of the house. There were even more people there, standing around one object and cooing. You squeezed past them all, offering ‘hello’s’ and ‘nice to see you’s’ as you did.
“Dad!” you exclaimed when your father came into view, Lia in his arms.
“Ah, the prodigal daughter returns,” your dad hummed. He wrapped an arm around you in a hug before handing you your sister. “Watch your hair,” he warned. “She’s in her pulling phase.”
As if on cue, Lia reached up and tugged at your ear, giggling when you groaned. “Lia! No pulling,” you mumbled. Tara grinned, butterflies stirring in her stomach at the sight. Talk about baby fever.
“And you’re Tara,” your father said, looking at her. He wasn’t an intimidating man at all, but Tara had heard how highly you spoke of him, and, needless to say, she was nervous.
Oh boy, she thought. Here we go.
“Hello, sir,” she said, sticking her hand out. I hope I’m not sweating. Please don’t be sweating.
He inspected her outstretched arm for a moment before laughing loudly and clapping a hand on her shoulder. “No handshakes for family, Tara!” He pulled her into a hug, just like your mother had. I have to become a part of this family. It’s a must. “And, gosh, don’t call me ‘sir’! That’s so formal! Just call me ‘dad’.” His voice was joyous, excited, and Tara understood immediately where you got your personality from.
“Okay,” she said with a nod. “...Dad…” It was weird, feeling the word slip from between her lips, but the man lit up upon hearing it.
“Tar, come here,” you called gently. She took a few steps until she was at your side, and grinned down at the baby in your arms. “Wanna hold her?”
“Oh!” Baby. Can’t drop it. That thing’s alive. “Sure.” It was a careful handoff as Lia settled into Tara’s arms, smiling up at her. She had the same eyes as you, who had the same eyes as your father, and Tara was immediately smitten. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing!”
And then, Lia was pulling at the ends of her hair, and Tara thought, Yeah. Maybe I don’t want a kid just yet.
“I’ll take her off your hands,” your father said, holding his arms out. Tara handed Lia back to him, watching as he stuck his tongue out, to which Lia laughed. “My little Cordelia,” your father sighed.
“She’s the favorite child now,” you whispered to Tara. “Come, let’s get something to drink.”
You took her not to the kitchen but to the bar, and Tara marveled the whole way as she caught sight of old paintings, framed poems, antiques that littered the walls. It wasn’t crowded in any way; it was all beautiful and exactly how she expected your house to look.
You ordered the two of you champagne, and the bartender didn’t say a word as he poured your drinks, handing them to you with a soft smile.
“So, that’s everyone. Like I said, my grandparents are probably hiding away in the wine cellar,” you said, taking a sip from your glass. “What’d you think?”
You’re the perfect mixture of your parents, she thought. Everything makes sense now. “They’re all lovely.”
You grinned. “I’m glad you like them. I can already tell they love you. Well, I could tell that from the moment I told them about you, but--”
Someone interrupted you.
“Y/N.” The voice was masculine, strong, stern, and Tara could sense a bit of pretentious asshole in his tone.
She spun around when you did and watched as your eyes landed on the man; you immediately straightened up, your shoulders tensing and your smiling fading into a tight-lipped greeting. She straightened up, too. I bet he’s a dick, she thought, eyeing him and internally scoffing at his stupid face.
“Connor,” you gritted out like it pained you.
Tara reached to take your hand, knowing that you sought touch in moments of stress, but, just barely, you moved away from her grasp. She felt her heart drop into her stomach. Who is this douche and why is he making her so…rigid?
You held your head a little higher and clenched your jaw. “Why are you here?”
He smiled, though Tara thought it looked more like a snarl. “Well, our parents are friends, so why wouldn’t we have been invited to Lia’s birthday party?”
That’s it, Tara promptly decided. I’m going to punch him by the end of the night.
“Right, of course.” You held your champagne glass a little tighter. “And how are you finding everything?”
“Oh, your parents throw lovely parties. Although, it’s not like I’m any stranger to them.” He took a sip of his wine and smacked his lips together. “I was surprised to find you here, actually.”
“It’s my baby sister’s birthday. Why wouldn’t I be here?” you asked.
He waved you off. “Your mother mentioned something about you having been busy--working a minimum wage job and whatnot.” The condescending nature of his words made Tara ball her hands into fists. If he doesn’t walk away in five seconds, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to his perfectly-straight, stupidly-white teeth. He turned to her, an eyebrow raised. “And this is…?”
Your worst fucking nightmare, douchebag, Tara thought, but she offered him the smallest of smiles instead, not yet knowing if she was allowed to make an enemy of him.
You startled, like you had just remembered that she was standing beside you, and slid your arm around her waist. Tara watched as Connor clenched his jaw at the action. Yeah, fuck you!
“Connor, this is Tara. My girlfriend.” He scoffed, loudly, and your hold on her tightened, your fingers digging into her hip. “Tara, this is Connor. He’s…a family friend.”
He hummed. “If that’s what you’d like to call us, then sure, Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue too comfortably for Tara’s liking, especially for how stand-offish you became around him. “So, still in your little…exploratory phase, then?” he asked in such a way that made your grip turn almost bruising and caused Tara’s stomach to turn unpleasantly.
“No, Connor,” you said. “I’m bisexual. There is no exploring.”
“Sure.” He chuckled like he didn’t believe you. “Perhaps the men at Blackmore are just less than satisfactory.”
“Okay, why don’t you--” Tara began, only to be cut off by you pulling her into you.
“Or perhaps Tara can just satisfy me more than you ever did,” you snapped.
Tara froze. What? Is he…did they date?
Connor furrowed his eyebrows in anger, his eyes turning dark as they set themselves on her. “Does she even come from money?” There was venom in his voice, the disgust in his expression not bothering to hide itself.
A shiver ran down Tara’s back, and she glanced at the floor, her skin suddenly feeling too small for her, the air seeming too thick to breathe in. From the moment she had stepped into your home, she had felt a little out of place, and now Connor was simply confirming that thought.
“Does that matter?” you seethed.
“Of course it does. When you come from families like ours, everything matters. I mean, if you’re serious about this whole…bisexual…thing, how could you know she’s not just using you?” His words were coming out fast, spit flying as he spoke, his cheeks flushing with rage. “At least with me, you knew there were no ill intentions.”
Using her? Tara thought, feeling herself shrink slightly. Ill intentions?
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Connor.” Your voice was sharp and threatening, holding a warning behind it.
“I take it, then, that she doesn’t come from a family of the arts.” His eyes flickered down before glancing back up again. “Or any family that matters.”
There was a beat of silence, a pause in which Tara could feel anger radiating from you and shame filling her every vein, and it was strange. She pulled herself from your grasp, mumbled out, “I have to use the bathroom,” and rushed away with teary eyes. Away from him, away from the party, away from you.
Faintly, she could hear you calling her name, and then a few angry shouts, but she wasn’t paying attention. She was focused on squeezing past people and slipping upstairs to your bedroom, her hand fumbling around in her purse for her inhaler.
Fuck, where is my inhaler? she thought as she tripped up the last step and stumbled down the hall, counting one, two, three, doors on her left until she found the fourth—your bedroom. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, rummaging through her purse in a panic as she tried to blink back her tears.
When she finally caught hold of her inhaler, she took two puffs and threw her head back, groaning. Stupid. Thinking I could fit in here. Thinking this was all normal. Stupid.
There was a knock on the other side of the door; then, a voice, soft and careful. “Tara?” She could hear some shuffling out in the hall. “Tara, dear?”
Tara straightened. Is that her mom? she wondered. What is her mom doing here right now?
“Could you let me in, Tara?”
Tara wiped beneath her eyes and, with a heaving sigh, turned around and opened the door, her shoulders slumping slightly at the sight of your mother’s worried face.
“I saw you run off, dear,” your mom started, taking a hesitant step forward, “and Y/N was nowhere in sight, so I thought I’d come check on you.”
This whole family is just too good. “I’m alright,” she lied through her teeth.
Your mother hummed and ventured further into the room, sitting on the edge of your bed with her legs crossed over one another. “I saw you and Y/N speaking to Connor Harris.” Her face soured as she spoke his name, and Tara smiled softly at that. “I’ve never liked that boy, but Y/N’s father and his father have been friends since childhood.”
Tara swallowed. I need to know. I need to ask. “Were Y/N and Connor…were they together at some point?” she asked.
Your mom’s eyebrows furrowed and a frown pulled at her lips. “Dear, they were engaged. Has she not told you?”
It was like the world stopped for a moment. Engaged? Tara wanted to throw up. Her vision blurred immediately; a pit in her stomach formed; she could feel herself shaking. Engaged?! She was engaged?! To him?!
Your mother stood and, before Tara could say a word, wrapped her arms around her, holding her trembling body close. “Tara, honey. It is just a part of Y/N’s past, but she’s with you now, and that’s what matters.”
Oh my god, I’m being comforted by her mom right now, Tara thought. This is so embarrassing. She pulled away and sniffled, holding her head up. “Thank you, truly. I’m just…shocked that she never mentioned an engagement before.” How did she never tell me?
“Yes, well--”
“Tar?” your voice called from near the door. “You in here, bab--” You appeared in the doorway, stopping short at the sight of your mother and Tara in your bedroom together, with clear signs of Tara having cried. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” your mom said, squeezing your shoulder briefly as she exited.
You walked into the room, shut the door behind you, and stepped up to Tara, taking her cheeks in your hand. Your thumb rubbed beneath her eyes, wiping away any remnants of her tears. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” you asked, your voice gentle.
She clenched her jaw, her eyes flitting to the floor. “Your mom told me about…about you and Connor.”
You paled, your hands dropping slightly and your eyes widening. “Oh,” you muttered.
“You didn’t tell me you were engaged before,” she whispered. She took a step away, and you swallowed as your arms fell to your sides. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s not a big deal,” you said, biting your lip.
“Not a big deal?!” Her eyebrows furrowed. How could she think this isn’t a big deal? “You were engaged--set to spend the rest of your life with someone.” She waved her hand. “Set to spend the rest of your life with him! And you think that’s not a big deal, or something that you shouldn’t tell your girlfriend?”
“Tar, let me explain,” you pleaded. “Just, let me explain, please.”
She inhaled sharply. “Fine.”
You sighed in relief, blinked hard, and began. “He proposed to me at our high school graduation, up on the stage, in front of everyone. I--I didn’t want to embarrass him, or our families, so I said yes, and, technically, yes, we were engaged.” You shook your head, slumping onto your bed and holding your face in your hands. “I should’ve never said yes. We went home that night, and I told him I didn’t actually want to get married. Obviously, he didn’t like that, so he broke up with me.”
Tara’s face softened, her anger simmering. “You were engaged for…what…only a few hours?”
You nodded, glancing at her. “Yeah. That’s why I didn’t tell you, because it really isn’t a big deal. I mean, honestly? I hardly liked Connor anyway. I was with him because I thought my parents wanted that, but they don’t care.” You shrugged. “They just want me to be happy.” You stood, crossed the room, and took Tara’s hands in your own. “And you make me happy.”
Tara grinned, then glanced away sheepishly. “I’m sorry I kind of overreacted.”
You shook your head and pulled her into you, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. “No, I should’ve told you. And I’m sorry that I didn’t.”
“It’s okay,” she mumbled into your chest, sliding her own arms around your waist and hugging you tightly. You kissed the top of her head, and she hummed before another thought popped into her head. “Do you think you should be with someone who…has a family like this?” She pulled back and gestured to your room. “Who could afford all of this?”
“Tara,” you said softly, frowning. “I don’t care that your family isn’t in the high arts, or that your parents aren’t business magnates, or that you didn’t grow up the way I did. I love you.” You leaned down and kissed her. “Don’t let what Connor said get to you, okay? He’s a pompous dirtbag.”
Tara chuckled. “He is, isn’t he?”
“Yes. The biggest pompous dirtbag I know.”
She grinned. “I love you, too, by the way.”
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you--is not that strange?” you quoted, smiling.
She rolled her eyes. Always such a dork, she thought. My dork, though. “Are you sure you don’t love Shakespeare more than me?”
You hummed, tilting your head like you were weighing your options, and she scoffed lightly. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’ll always love you more than I love Shakespeare, baby.”
“Good.” Tara bit back her smile. “Does that mean you’ll get a statue bust of me?”
“...I’ll think about it.”
bonus: “so, when you and our sister get married, will you take her last name?” eddie asked, swinging his feet from where he sat at the table in the ballroom.
“eddie--” tara began, only to be interrupted by nate, who sat on the other side of her.
“get thee a wife, get thee a wife!” he exclaimed.
“we’re only 19, guys,” she tried.
“okay, and?” eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
“do you not love my sister?” nate asked, and tara was thankful that, for once, his shakespeare quote sounded normal.
she glanced around, looking for you, but you were talking to one of your aunts on the other side of the room. she leaned down and gestured for both boys to come closer. “i’ll tell you guys a little secret. when we do get married, i plan to take her last name.”
they grinned at each other across tara.
“knew it!” eddie cheered.
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Ride His Motorcyle (18+)
Pair: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Era: Alexandria Era (No particular season, Glenn, Abraham live and there's no Saviors)
Tags: Smut, Cowgirl Position, Rough Sex
Word Count: 4.22k
Summary: Daryl and Reader find themselves in tight quarters for hours on end and nothing came of it to the dismay of them both. Daryl grow balls and addresses the *situation* smut ensues.
Ride His Motorcycle By @daryldisuckon69
With the rise of the sun comes the trials the day brings. However, for the past few years, the challenge of living has been constant and ever present. The group had earned their place in Alexandria, fought for one another and the citizens of the naïve township.
It had been three years since you’d all arrived but everyone had seemed to find a role in the community well. Daryl had found it particularly difficult to assimilate, as did Sasha, with all the horrors and loss endured on the way, it seemed coming back wasn't an option.
You’d look at Maggie and Glenn at the farm, seeing their interactions and relationship develop to now being married and pregnant with admiration. With all this stability, members of the group in turn felt more inclined to settle down and build foundations. Now Rick and Michonne and Sasha and Abraham have been settling down, you were surrounded by happy people, people in love.
Sure, some days it you felt lonely, but it always seemed so trivial: finally having all this space to feel comfortable and happy, not always worrying where the next meal or bed would be, if there was any at all, complaining about not having a person; to vouch for you, to love you, to touch you and make you feel good.
You knew you could feel that with a certain brown-haired motorcyclist, but even with the whole town rooting for the pair of you, nothing ever came of it.
“Speaking of coming, how did you and Daryl go on this morning’s supply run?” Rosita asks, opening your communal kitchen’s shelves, taking a couple glasses and placing them on your makeshift bar.
Even with the amount of houses in Alexandria, you had decided to stay in the original house you share with Rosita and Tara. You all got along well and honestly, you couldn’t stand the idea of having a whole house to yourself.
“Ha-ha, we— uh, didn’t have any luck. Ran into an old chemist with like 12 walkers and no supplies.” You tap your nails on the benchtop, glancing upwards to meet Rosita’s knowing expression. We’ll be talking about this later, she had this way of knowing there was more in your words than you let on.
“Those two are adults! Please, think of the poor neighbours.” Carol shakes her head as she dries her hands at the sink, she and Sasha had made some pound cake for this friday’s festivities, Sasha had quickly ducked to her house to change thus, the immediate exclamations from the woman who previously dated her current boyfriend, Abraham.
“God forbid you pass their house at any off hour of the day, the two of ‘em screaming and panting,” Rosita sighs exaggeratedly, continuing to stir the drinks aggressively.
Every Friday you had happy hour in the kitchen, it was a nice way to keep track of the weeks while winding down from the days and nights endured in between; a reminder you were all alive and able to enjoy it now. Rosita snorted as she continued pouring the drinks while Tara takes a seat at the makeshift bar, raising hands in surrender; “Hey, I’m not complaining yet. Those two were a long time comin’.”
“Whose together?” Sasha arrives just in time, with a fresh shirt and a cheeky grin and a slight perspiration.
Carol smiles politely, stirring the drinks “I’m just happy the two of you are finally together together.”
“Real together these days huh.” You smirk knowingly, you and Sasha had shared your sex lives, her newly bountiful one and your lack of one, from sober watch duties to drunken kiss and tells often had on Friday nights, you began screwing the lid onto the whiskey.
Rosita slapped your arm playfully, giggling like a child who’d gotten away with something naughty.
“Hey, no use in being embarrassed now.” Tara points out, sipping her drink, eyeing Rosita knowingly.
“Yeah, you weren’t embarrassed at those times, aye.” Rosita elbows Tara, causing the two to giggle profusely.
“Stop that! Look at her, she’s beet red, poor dear.” Carol glares accusingly at the two, breaking their giggle. Not a moment after you all break into a fit of laughter. A knock at the door stops you all in your tracks, you all look at eachother meaningfully.
“Who could that be?” Tara sing-songs as Sasha raises her brow in suspicion.
“It can’t be Abraham, he’s at the house and,” Sasha pauses as the group breaks into knowing laughter,
“You’ve obviously ridden him out.” Carol finally joins in on the cheeky fun, sipping her drink with a slight blush on her face. Rosita and Tara hit each other playfully as they continued to laugh.
“Y/N? Ya there?” Daryl’s husky grunt emanated from the front door, making you all stop completely.
“No fucking way.” Sasha’s eyes are wide open as she sets her glass down. They’re all staring at you now, in complete awe.
“Congrats L/N, I didn’t know you had it in ya.” Tara pats your back supportively, making you fall forward slightly with her heavy hand.
“I knew you didn’t let on everything that happened this morning, but this isn’t what I was expecting.” Rosita glances at the others pointedly.
“I didn’t do anything, he’s probably just here to update about this morning’s supply run.” you point out, stirring your drink with your finger before downing in all in one go in an attempt to calm your beating heart.
“She really doesn’t see it?” Tara looks around the room, raising her hands in exasperation.
“How can you be so blind?” Sasha follows suit in the frustration. They were all aware of your infatuation and had been encouraging you since they’ve known you, but no matter, you’ve always been stubborn and naive to the works of love.
“What the hell are you guys on about?” You scoff unconvincingly, you knew they knew and you couldn’t admit it to yourself. Admitting your feelings to yourself, let alone him, would hurt you more; you feel you couldn’t allow yourself to fall even further into this relaxed state of feeling. If you let your guard down, you could lose him. Which was such a ridiculous statement, since Daryl was the one who taught you most of what you know to survive; hunting and long range combat. No matter, it seems anyone who gets close to you dies or leaves: all except him.
“The man’s in love with you.” Carol says pointedly, looking at you knowingly. She, out of them all, has known you as long as Daryl has, who has known this secret that’s been burning a hole in your pocket since the beginning. She wouldn’t lie, not to you: not about this.
You snort in disbelief, there’s no way that Daryl Dixon, the man that would sacrifice anything for any member of the group, and has never shown interest in anybody platonically, let alone romantically, would have feelings for you of all people.
“How can someone be so smart yet so stupid!” Tara smacks her hands against her face frustratedly.
“You help Michonne with making up laws and charters for the communities: facts. And yet you can’t see the fact right in front of your face.” Carol explains, setting her glass down and staring at you with that look; the look you all know: the look of pure transparency.
“Which is?”
“Dixon wants you.” Rosita finishes, pouring more whiskey into her glass.
“I go on supply runs with him all the time and he never comes to check up on me afterward,” Tara adds, your brown furrow in thought.
“He also personally brings you food and water on your guard duty days.” Sasha mentions, glancing at Tara in solidarity.
“The lights are on, who is in there?” Daryl’s voice echoes throughout the house, shaking you from your trance.
“Well, if you’re not going to open the door,” Rosita smirks and pauses before leaping up from the bar and breaking into a sprint for the front door. You react slowly, sprinting after her frantically.
“Fuck you, wait!” Before you can say any more, Rosita has already opened the door to a dishevelled looking Daryl.
“Good Evening Dixon,” Rosita smiles politely, head leaning on the door.
“Hey Rosita, is Y/N home?”
“Hey Daryl”
“Oh.” Oh.
Daryl steals a glance down at you, taking in your striped sleeping shorts hiked a little higher than comfortable from sitting down. Your hair is slightly messy, in a cute way, he thinks, as you have trouble making eye contact with his piercing blue eyes, those eyes you know more than the average group member, but are crying out to know more.
“C’we talk?” he grunts, “In priv’te, if thas' alright,.” clearing his throat nervously.
“Sure, just give me a sec, I’ll catch up.” he nods, smiling shyly at Rosita as he tucked his hands behind him, walking down the road.
As you wait for Daryl to be a safe distance away, you say your goodbyes.
“Ride him like a motorcycle!” Rosita half whispers, half screams grinning as Tara and Sasha whoop from the end of the hall. You shush them impatiently, embarrassed you then shut the door and make your way to Daryl’s side.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” you fidget, following two or so steps behind him, being even this close to him set your heart on fire, as well as other, nether, regions.
“This mornin’,” Daryl practically spits out, quickening his pace, you follow suit.
“Is that all? Well you could’ve given me an update back there, why bring me all the way out to,” you pause and take in your surroundings.
A Few Hours Earlier
“Hey Dayl! Look over there!” Daryl’s head shoots up to look at whatever you were pointing at, an old shop across the road with the word ‘Helen’s Apothecary’ written on it. He doesn’t respond, blankly staring at the building.
“An old apothecary,” you point out obviously, staring at him pointedly.
Daryl looked at you incredulously.
You sigh, “Old herbs and meds, probably untouched,” you squint through the Georgian heat of July, from what you could see from your distance, there seemed to be no walkers inside or out.
“I’m gonna go ahead and check it out,” you hop off the counter your were sitting on, sneaking an indulgent glance at Daryl’s biceps as he ploughs through the limited items on the supermarket shelves.
You didn’t know it but he could see you so obviously checking him out, he was almost proud of himself, if not for the detail that he wasn’t yours to check out.
You and him weren’t even on track to being a couple, maybe a couple of friends, but nothing even remotely similar to the fantasies Daryl’s brain has been conjuring nonstop since the day he met you, seemingly worsening the more the pair of you spend time together.
He was almost grateful for the distance, but your gaze was sweltering and he could feel the tent in his pants already warming up. He coughs awkwardly, adjusting himself in his pants as he uses his red rag to cover his predicament.
“‘M comin’,” Daryl says simply, slinging his crossbow around his back.
“You don’t have to do that, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself,” you say pointedly, shrugging your shoulders,
“I wan’ to,” he grunts as he begins to make his way over to the store, and you jog to catch up with him.
"'Sides, if there's really as much as ya let on in 'ere, you'll need all the help ya can get,"
He’s knelt down, about to open the door when he feels your gaze on him, he turns slowly to you, arms crossed.
“Found this place fair and square Dixon, shove over,” you kneel down and shuffle over until you’re shoulder to shoulder with him, he feels his cheeks warming up and before you can notice, he stands up; turning around to keep duty.
“Whatever you say, L/N.” he mumbles, handing over the pick lock.
You snort, taking them in your hands as you attempt to break the chain, with each manoeuvre it seems you’ve barely made any progress. Frustrated, you take the hammer from your belt,
“Fuck it,” you grunt, smashing the glass door near the handle, unlocking it from the inside.
“What, the fuck is wrong with you.” Daryl says, a smile threatening to break at your situation.
“I got it open, didn’t I?” you raise a brow, smiling. You put your hammer back in your belt and turn your flashlight on, he follows suit, taking his crossbow off his back, holding it up in defence.
You take in your surroundings, the place is absolutely chock-a-block full of supplies. You gasp at your discovery, “You seein’ this?” you laugh, grinning like an idiot as you run through each isle in absolute awe. This will save so many lives.
“Well, shit. Not bad L/N,” Daryl allows himself to crack a small smile, gazing at your overjoyed figure running through the store.
“I think we’re gonna need bigger bags to fit all of this,” before you can continue, an arrow flies past your head, you turn in shock to find a dead walker at your feet. You sigh, “Thanks Dary—,” Daryl’s hand is covering your mouth, he’s so close to you, he pushes you against the wall and points to the front windows, you see a car full of men, large military grade weapons and frightening looks on their faces, before you can even react he takes his other hand and places his index finger on his lips, as he looks around for a way out, his heart is beating out of his chest.
He knew he shouldn’t have taken that shortcut you suggested on the way here, people must’ve heard the loud thrum of his motorcycle. He brought you out here just to see you die, it seems.
Finally spotting a door towards the back of the store, he guides you to it. Ushering you in and shutting the door behind him. As he turns around to meet your eyes, wide and terrified.
“What the fuck do we do?” Only then does Daryl notice the lack of space in this room. With the surrounding walls covered in cleaning shelves, you are forced to almost be pressed against one another. If he breathed hard enough, he reckons his chest would meet yours. He scrunches his eyes in frustration.
“My bike is out there in the bushes hidden, if they’re as stupid as they look, we’ll be safe.” he assures, hands held together.
“For now.” you sigh, looking anywhere but at him, which proved difficult as your neck was craning in this tight space.
“Jus’ gotta hole up here until they leave,” he whispers, adjusting his posture; however long it took, it was gonna be excruciating.
“Wherever it is we’re going.” Daryl grunts in response, you continue to follow him down the Alexandrian streets, absolutely oblivious and wishing you brought your glass with you.
“Jus’, follow me.” he sounds frustrated, more frustrated than usual you acknowledge. His hands are rigid fists at his side, knuckles turning white as he continues to trudge down the street, turning another corner; you know where you’re headed.
You reach Carol and Daryl’s house as Daryl opens the front door, not bothering to hold it open like he usually does, he opens the basement door and trudges downstairs in a huff. You’re practically sprinting after him at this point.
Once you reach his room he makes a beeline for his workbench, slamming his hands onto it with a loud thud. You jump, suddenly terrified.
“What the fuck Daryl?” you shout, squaring your shoulders. There’s no way he’s going to drag you across half the town just to get mad at you, no way in hell you’re letting that happen.
More silence follows, you stand there, not knowing what to do, then you sigh;
“Can you just tell me what’s going on? I feel like I’m going crazy.” you say, evenly. A moment passes before he slowly turns to face you, his eyes never meet yours.
“Sorry,” he starts, eyes darting around the room, looking for anything more interesting to look at, but there isn’t.
“I jus’, don’ know if I can handle this anymore,” your brows soften, taking a few steps towards him in concern, he cowers away almost immediately.
“Handle what?” you impatiently blurt, hands on your hips.
“You don’ get it do ya?” he rasps, eyes suddenly meeting yours, sending a shiver down your spine.
“If you tell me what’s the matter, I might be able to help you!” you cry, attempting to meet his avoidance eyes.
“Help me? You couldn’t even help yerself this mornin’!” He yells, pointing to the general direction of this morning's scavenge.
“And how would you know what’s best for me huh?”
That seemed to strike a nerve, his whole body seemed to tense at the question. He shifts awkwardly, when he looks back at you he glances at your eyes before fixing his gaze at the trees behind you.
“Trust me girl, I know,”
“Aww you’re just such a good guy, takin’ care of me like I'm your little sister! Guess what Daryl, I’m not.” You lean forward and straighten yourself up as best you can, chest heaving in frustration.
“What ya see me as yer older brother?” Daryl dares to take a step forward, lighting this candle, you don’t reply. Looking back to when you first met one another, you knew that you could never see him in the way you so desperately hoped for.
Daryl grunts, “Thought so,”
“Excuse me?” your brows furrow in frustration, crossing your arms around yourself in exasperation.
What you don’t realise is Daryl’s sorry attempt in not looking at your now pushed-out breasts in your particularly low-cut top. Daryl glares at you obviously.
“What happened this morning—”
“Should’ve happened long ago.” your breath catches in your throat, you can’t believe your ears.
“Why would you say that?” you question, carefully: the situation seeming a lot more delicate than previously realised.
“I would’a known,” he looks away, brows furrowed, “would’a realised it.” Daryl rambles, gaze stuck on the floor.
“Would’ve realised what, Daryl?”
“‘ave been fuckin’ stupid since the start,” He spits, pacing back and forth. You stand there, looking particularly stupid.
“We were fuckin’ stuck: pressed up against each other all morning, and yer tellin’ me ya don’ get it!?” he yells, pausing to compose himself.
“‘Fore it was all muddled, if I—” he paused for a beat and stared down at you, but before you could comment, his hands were on your shoulders, pushing you into the wall, pressing his body against yours; you could feel his hands shake.
“I’m sweet on ya,” Daryl doesn’t break eye contact, his body flush against yours. You can feel each other's heavy, shallow breathing: chest to chest, heart to heart. Just the same as this morning. You almost lean into him, you feel safe in his warmth.
“Ya got anything to say about that?”
“I—” you begin, your throat caught in your throat, you can’t think of what to say.
“I can’t,”
“Ya can,”
“Daryl, I really can’t,”
“Say it again,”
“Sorry?”
“The part where you say my name,” you pause, staring into his eyes, his beautiful, crystal blue eyes and you know in this moment, you can no longer hide your affections.
“Say it again, Y/N, please,”
You sigh, closing your eyes momentarily, afraid of the reaction you’ll get, you feel Daryl's large hand envelop your own, squeezing it encouragingly.
“Daryl.” you breathe, feeling all the nerves shot up like lightning at the sound of your voice, breathy and flustered. You feel like you’ve left your body, simply witnessing the event taking place.
“Now say it.”
“You know I can’t Daryl.”
“I don’t want to hurt our relationship, I— I can’t: I don’t want you to not talk to me again.”
“You know that’ll never happen, Y/N.”
With deep breaths, you try to calm down. But the proximity of Daryl and his intense gaze aren’t helping things.
“Jus’ tell me ya got something on ya mind— so we can stop dancin’ ‘round what’s goin’ on ‘ere.” he rasps, continuing to stare at you.
“I—I,”
“It’s okay, darlin’.”
It didn’t feel okay, especially as you said the words, those words you kept in your heart, to yourself, didn’t even let Rosita or Carol know, the words you didn’t want to accept were how you feel; but say you do.
“I love you, Daryl.”
A beat, you close your eyes as time seems to stop. You feel your heart beating from your chest, and the occasional tremble of your breathing.
Before you can elaborate, Daryl closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours roughly. You reciprocate, pressing yourself against him, he continues to kiss your lips, your cheek, down your jaw and your neck.
“Yer,” he kisses your lips, “As stubborn,” he kisses his way down your cheek, “As,” he continues pressing kisses down your jaw as you lean into him, mouth open in ecstasy, “A Mule,” he kisses your mouth again, hands on your hips as he presses himself against you. You break the kiss, and breathily reply.
“As stubborn as you.” you moan into another kiss, placing a hand in his hair as he grabs onto your ass.
“Been wanting to say it to you since the beginning—God have I been this naive for so long?”
“Jus’ shut up.” he breathes, kneading your ass as he sucks on your neck, spurred on by your moans.
His arm drops down to your leg, hoisting it up and wrapping it against his hips, he begins to grind into your core as you attempt to match his rhythm; the friction making it hard to hold back your voice.
He licks the mark he left on you before sliding his tongue inside your mouth, open mouth and moaning as you feel your breath catching and pushing him off you before you get carried away.
The pair of you stare at each other, flustered and breathing heavily.
“You alright? Wanna stop?” Daryl inquires, chest still heaving. You grab a hold of his forearms, rubbing them up and down.
“God no.” you gasp,
“Good,” he grunts, he lifts his shirt up.
“You let me know, if ya wanna stop.”
Still breathing heavily, you lean into his touch, holding onto his large bicep as he devours your neck, leaving love marks in his tow, he guides you back onto his bed as you shuffle up the bed, Daryl on top of you.
"I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who's claimed ya," Daryl grunts between licking and sucking your neck, one hand on your hip and the other at your jaw, gently guiding your neck as he tries to suck deeper in your neck.
Pulling away you take your shirt off with the help of Daryl, you lie down, lifting your pelvis up and he slides your shirts off, you look down to your clearly soaked panties, taking a deep breath as he rubs his chin.
“Fuck,” you smile up at him, you hook your leg around his and with all your body weight on him, you tun him on his back, straddling him.
Daryl holds you up as you rub your pussy along the length of his cock, coating him with your slick, you wish you could drag this out longer but you’re so turned on the only thought crossing your mind is feeling Daryl inside of you. He stays still as you position yourself on top of him and closes his eyes with a deep groan when you slowly sick down on his cock.
His sheer size almost sends you over the edge, pausing for a moment you stay still. Daryl runs his hands up your legs and sides, and over your stomach. Your skin prickles with the heat simply from his touch, your nipples hardening. His large hands cup your breasts and that’s that.
“‘M gonna take good care of ya, sunshine,” he smirks up at you, that cheeky boyish charm seeping through.
Driving yourself up and down on him, Daryl’s cock in and out of you rough. You can’t look away, the look of greed and desire in Daryl’s face takes your breath away.
You lean forward, letting him lean in and hungrily take your breasts in his mouth, the way he sucks and licks at you, Daryl drives you so wild you ride him harder than you would any of the motorcycles his hand over the years, his girth filling you, driving you over the edge; leaning back your mouth hangs open, his name tumbling over your lips.
He’s holding onto your hips now, pushing up into you with short, hard thrusts while your muscles tense and clench around him, he massages your clit in between frenzied thrusts. Daryl quickly pulls out of you, causing you pair to gasp at the feeling, moaning as he paints his stomach with his spend.
You collapse on top of him, exhausted, hair damp with perspiration, he begins stroking your hair while leaving tender kisses on top of your head.
“You held your end of the bargain,”
You lift your head to look him in the eye, “Rode me like a cowboy more like it, though.” he grins, completely satisfied.
“Shut up.” you can’t help but smile at that.
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Lorraine Day/Fem implied G!Preader
Summary: modern AU you're a helping farm hand at the Days
Warnings: death, violence a little bit.
WC: 4.9k
Author's Note: been wanting to do one for Lorraine. So here it is. Ive also got two AUs for Tara almost done:D. Hopefully they’re done soon. Well hope y'all like it. And like always. Not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes.
It was your second week of working for the Days farm. You had grown around horses and became extremely handed in training horses. Even at such a young age you had a connection with animals. You had grown up wanting to be a veterinarian. Now as senior in high school you landed a job working as a horse trainer. Back in your home town you had helped your grandfather train horses. It was a task you loved doing as a kid. You had missed doing that when you moved to the states a month ago. Your mother also worked for the Days and she told Mr.Day about you.
He had given you a chance and for the past week you had heavenly improved one of the young horses that had been very stubborn. The horse still had his moments but you worked hard to make him listen. You always carried sugar cubes or carrots with you. Using treats to make him listen. It was a way that had always worked for you.
It was a beautiful day outside, the weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. It was the perfect type of weather to have Dante (the horse you were training) out and about. You were also helping the horse be around other horses. Mr.Day had said that he had bought Dante from someone who had no idea how to care for a horse. Dante had been alone and had been neglected his first year of life. So it was a little hard for him to get used to other horses.
"You're doing good kid. Look at him it's like he knows you'll give him a treat if he's good." Mr.Day had been observing how you worked with Dante. He had watched from the moment you stepped foot into the paddock, how Dante kept his eyes on you. He had watched how you spoke to the horse in your native language. The way you spoke so softly and gently to Dante. Showing him you weren't going to hurt him. He had watched how you would award Dante for the smallest things with a treat. Showing him he was a good boy. But also being firm with him when he did something bad.
It had taken him and a few others to even attempt to put on the bridle. They had all been unsuccessful. But after two days of you being with Dante he had let you put on the bridles with no hassle. He wasn't going to lie. He had been a bit jealous. He had spent so much money on Dante only for someone else to be the favorite. He smiled nevertheless. Once he was done with his other work he would stop by to see your progress. And he was honestly amazed. Dante had taken such a liking to you.
"All he needed was some love sir." You smiled back at him, fixing your hat. You like Mr.Day he was a nice man. Letting your mom and you work here. The way he interacted with every single one of his workers was admirable.
"What have I-"
You turned at the sound of a van coming down the driveway. The van looked out of place in place like this. You turned back to Dante who nudged you forward. He had been wondering around the paddock with the saddle on his back. You wanted him to get used to it first before getting on. It was the second day of him wearing it.
"Great job Y/n keep up the good work."
You nodded as he walked away. Going back to work. You handed the half of an apple to Dante who happily took it. You patted his head moving to get on his back. You moved slowly and gently. Making sure not to scare the horse. You sat on his back as he stood still.
"Good boy Dante. Good boy." You reached over and gave him the other half of the apple. You held his reins wanting him to get used to following the direction of the pull.
"You're doing great Dante. You're such a good boy." At the sound of his neighing you smiled and continued the process. Giving him small treats in award for his good behavior.
You had just taken off his saddle after putting him back in his stable after a good day of training. "Good job today buddy. You did good. Now get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow." You closed the gate to his stable after petting his head. You left the stables looking for your mom. It was almost time to leave and you were starving.
"Come on honey. Let's go. The Days are hosting a small party and they invited us. Don't worry I said maybe another time. I know how tired and hungry you get."
You sighed in relief. You weren't really up to being at a party. Tomorrow was another day and it was probably going to be harder cause Dante was set to make new friends.
*
You and your mother had arrived early at the Days. The sun was out and you were excited. Dante had come a long way. You knew he was a nervous one, which are usually the mostly dangerous ones. But you had a plan.
"Good morning Dante." You smiled when the horse stuck his head out from his stable at the sound of your footsteps approaching. He neighed excitedly, you chuckled and got his bridle. Putting it on after brushing him down. You lead him out of the stables. Another horse was already out, it was the horse you knew as Princess. It was a beautiful all light brown horse. You could see a girl riding the horse from a distance. They were on the other side of paddock.
You felt Dante nudging you forward with his head. You continued your walk to the paddock. Padding Dante's head as you closed the gate to the paddock. Letting Dante a few minutes to roam as you got everything ready for todays training. You had gathered the treats, along with the saddle. You had a few other workers help you divide the paddock. In the stables Dante was far from the other horses, he had shown signs of aggression towards other horses. Mr.Day had to put him in an other stable to make sure Dante didn't hurt himself.
The more you worked with Dante, the more realized that it wasn't aggression. It was fear. Dante had been by himself since he had been born. He just didn't know how to interact with other horses. You were to fix that.
"So you're the new trainer daddy has been talking about." The sound of a sweet but sudden voice had startled you. Turing to the sound of the voice to be faced with a beautiful dark haired woman. A beautiful smile directed your way, the dimples on display had you weak to the knees.
"Uh yes Ms.Day." You knew Mr.Day had a daughter. You just didn't think she would be so beautiful.
"Oh please, call me Lorraine."
Her southern accent was just so attractive, so soothing. You could hear her talk all day. You smiled towards her.
"Nice to you meet you ma'am." You tipped your hat towards her, smiling bit more when she returned the smile. Seeing the dimples on full display was a sight you'd want to see more.
"He looks more approachable now. You have done such great job. Daddy couldn't even get his bridle on."
You smiled feeling a bit proud of Dante's achievements so far. "He just needed some lovin and a bit of patience."
"Mmh well you done a fine job, I didn't catch your name."
"Thank you and it's Y/n."
*
Lorraine watched from the window as the horse trainer rode Dante. It had been a week since she met you and she couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you spoke to not just Dante but also the other animals. Your smile, your eyes, your voice, your laugh. You. She had spent most her time with you. Getting to know you, how you were a straight A student, how you wanted to become a veterinarian.
She knew that what she was feeling for you was wrong, it was wrong. Cause after all she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend she was planning to breakup with, but a boyfriend nevertheless.
"What are you staring at?"
The sudden presence of her mother had startled her. "Mom! What are you doin'? I was just-Enjoyin' the view?"
"Mama!" The blush on her cheeks had her own mother laughing at her.
"Can't blame you honey. Y/n is very handsome. Gotta say if I weren't married-Mother!"
"Aw I'm only joking. It's a shame you aren't single. You both would make such a cute couple."
Lorraine looked away from her mother to look back at you. You were handsome. You were breathtaking. She watched as you smiled at Dante. There was something about you, something that captivated her. She wanted nothing more than to spend time with you. To know you even more. And if she was own thing, it was persistent.
*
"Who's this church mouse. Hiding her all for yourself?"
You jumped up from your leaning down position when a hand touched your backside. Turning around to see an average height brunette. She leaned into your space as you stepped back you looked behind her to see Lorraine standing there with a scowl in her face.
"Leave her alone Max." Lorraine stepped away from her boyfriend to stand in the small space between you and Max. The way Maxine touched you had her feeling a sense of protectiveness. Especially with how uncomfortable you looked.
"Is that what you want sugar."
"Uh yea." You took a step away from Lorraine when she brushed her back side with your front. You had heard her let out a small gasp as she did. She had been so close to your front, you hoped she didn't feel anything. Afraid of what she might think.
"Okay than sugar. I'll be here when you change your mind."
You watched as she walked away, moving your gaze to a boy with glasses who had been glaring at you throughout the whole interaction.
"I'm RJ. Lorraine's boyfriend. Who are you?"
"Y/n." You couldn't help but to feel the disappointment. Of course someone like Lorraine wouldn't be single. You felt your shoulder slump just a bit. You didn't like the way this guy was trying to size you up. The way he was looking at you was giving you the creeps.
"Say sweetheart ever think of going into the movie business?"
"I'm not really an actress." You said as took off your gloves putting them in your back pocket. Facing the older man that had a cowboy hat.
"Oh we don't really do acting if you're catching my drift."
You furrowed your eyebrows confused. Not acting in a movie? What could he possibly-Oh. You felt your eyes widen.
"There we go. Now, if you're interested in making some extra cash. Give me a call." He winked after putting a small card in your chest pocket. Padding your shoulder as he walked away. You fingers took out the card. Your mom has been needing more money.
Lorraine had seen the whole thing as RJ spoke to her. But she hadn't heard a single word that had come out of his name. The bitterness, the jealousy, the protectiveness. She was feeling too much. Just the thought of one the girls touching in such way had her feeling in such way, a way she had never felt.
*
You never pictured yourself as someone to do...those type of movies. Not to mention the extra appendage you had hanging between your legs. It was something you never really talked about. If you did it, you wondered how much money you'd make.
"Are you considering it?"
The sweet southern voice had startled you. Turning your head to see your favorite brunette. You weren't really good at reading people but you weren't blind. You could see the frown that was on her beautiful face. Even though she was trying to hide it.
"I don't know. Maybe? My mama can use the extra cash." You shrugged looking back at the sunset. You had finished your work a while ago and were now just enjoying the sunset.
"If you're looking for extra cash, I can talk to my daddy-No, you don't have to do that." You refused to accept that. You didn't want them to think that you were using Lorraine for extra cash.
"Would you be comfortable with, doing that?"
You turned your head to look at Lorraine. The sun making her freckles stand out more. "Maybe? I don't know. Have you joined them?" You couldn't help but to ask.
"Me? No. RJ doesn't let me."
You furrowed your eyebrows at her. RJ did seem like a controlling type. "Oh, you should do what ever you set your mind to 'Raine." Cheeks hearing up at the slip of the nickname.
Lorraine also felt her cheeks heating up, no one calls her 'Ranie. She liked the nickname. More than what RJ calls her. He had settled on calling her Lori, which she hated. But Raine sounded so much better. Especially since it was coming from your lips.
*
"Come on Dante be nice. Make friends, who knows maybe you'll find yourself a girlfriend." It was another day and you had another horse on the other side of the fence. Princess. She was Lorraine's horse. You watched as Dante got closer to the female horse. Sniffing her, Princess was nice and calm letting Dante do as he pleased. He let out an excited neigh. You smiled when he didn't show the aggression he once had.
You sat on the fence as you watched Dante and Princess run back and forth.
"Well looks like they are getting along just fine." Ever since that day you had grown much closer to Lorraine. A lot closer than before. You both told each other everything. Well mostly everything. She now knows about your extra appendage. You had honestly been mortified when she asked. She had been sitting right in front of you while you both rode Dante. It had been truly mortifying. You couldn't keep your little friend down.
Lorraine on the other hand had never felt so hot and bothered. She didn't care about your...extra appendage. If anything she wanted to-, her whole body heated up at just the mere thought.
Part of you had felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. Seeing that Lorraine didn't seem bothered by your difference.
Lorraine had never touched her self in such way that night. The only thoughts in her mind as she pleasured herself was you.
You smiled at the sound of your favorite voice. Seeing her dimpled smile as you looked down at her. She looked awful red, the heat of today must be really bothering today. She barely reached the top of the paddock fence. You chuckled as you got off the fence to stand beside her.
"Well hello to you to 'Raine." You tipped your hat, loving the blush on her cheeks. You loved how easy it was to fluster her.
Lorraine had loved the nickname you gave her. It was a name you only used. The warmness that spread in her heart had her almost swooning. "Hi Y/nn." She couldn't help the smile that made its way on to her face. The way you were looking down at her with your arms crossed. Your arm muscles bulging through your tight shirt. She was sure the blush on her cheeks had gotten bigger. She just hoped you couldn't tell.
"So how have you been. I heard you were going on trip with your boyfrie-we leave in two days and I'm not dating him anymore." She gladly accepted the side hug that you offered. Your warm body pressed on to hers. She leaned into your embrace. Feeling herself relax as you ran your fingers through her hair.
"I'm sorry to hear that 'Raine." You weren't. You had met RJ and even though he seemed nice at first. Once you got to know him more, he was a complete asshole. He talked down to Lorraine, spoke to her like her opinion didn't matter. You had wanted to punch his teeth in when he kept degrading her as a person. But a look from her had you biting your tongue.
"No you ain't. You hated RJ just as much as daddy did." She giggled, remembering how you would glare at RJ any time he would cut her off when she was talking.
You let out a small laugh, before letting Lorraine go so you could continue doing your job. Taking some hay from the truck to feed Dante and Princess.
"They want you to come, Wayne said he's been waiting for you to call, you know."
"I got to thinking about that and I don't know maybe I'll give it a try." Your eyes never leaving hers. A confidence you never felt before, flowing off you in waves it felt like.
Lorraine bit her lip to hide her smirk. "Maybe you should."
*
The confidence you felt before had all and vanished. Wayne had been excited when he heard you were tagging along. The vision he was seeing had apparently been upgraded. You were now gonna have a roll of the ranchers helper. One that would have a sex scene with one of the daughters. Which happened to be Lorraine.
Lorraine had asked to be in the movie. RJ had tried to fight it but no one listened to him. The look shared between you and Lorraine had been filled with so much. But yet no words came out. The cabin that Wayne had rented looked like something out of a horror movie. The elderly couple also gave you a creepy vibe.
"Okay, ladies. Are you ready? And don't worry about those old folk." Wayne said in excitement. They had already filmed some scenes, now you were being led into a room. Anxiety slowly making its way through your mind. You saw RJ holding the camera first. He refused look at you. You were nothing but a towel and your sports bra. Seeing as you would be naked, you had to tell Wayne and the others about your little friend. Surprisingly they had taken it well. Maxine making a joke about wanting to see it. A joke Lorraine didn't find funny.
Upon entering the room, you were left frozen on your feet. There near the bed was Lorraine getting her hair done by Maxine and Bobby. As much as you tried not to, you felt yourself harden. She was in just her panties and yellow bra. A sight you were now for sure to fantasize about.
"Wait! Before we begin none of you are virgins right?"
You and Lorraine both shook your heads.
With excitement Wayne led you to the bed and had you lay down on your back. Sitting up on your elbows as Lorraine crawled onto your lap. Your throat dried up at how sexy she looked. The way her steady hands gripped the towel. It had your heart racing.
In that moment it was just you and Lorraine. No one else.
*
Lorraine had never been left so satisfied but yet hungry for more. The way you had left her shaking, seeing stars, the stretch, the places you hit that she didn't even know of. The way you handled her, the way you had looked down her as you railed into her. She never she had never felt so sore, her lower region ached. But it was a type of ache that only one person could fix.
You.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" You had wanted to check on Lorraine the moment Bobby and Maxine helped her after the filming. You never knew you could feel so horny. Even after everything. You wanted more of Lorraine.
Lorraine felt her cheeks heat up, it was way past dark now but she couldn't sleep. "Yea I'm okay." She felt your warmth the second you sat next to her on the bed.
"I-" You both said at the same time, then laughed lightly. You didn't want things to be awkward.
"I like you. As more than a friend." Lorraine blurted out. She refused to look your way. Cursing herself for not keeping her mouth shut. Now she had foolishly thought that you felt the same just because of what happened earlier that day. Now she wanted nothing more than to di-your lips were on hers completely cutting her off. She felt herself lean into your body more, her own hands clutching your shirt to bring you closer to her.
"I like you to 'Raine." You whispered to her. Your lips only centimeters away from hers. You had never felt so happy like you did in that moment. Just before you could continue the door swung open.
"Sorry to interrupt you ladies but RJ is missing."
*
Splitting up from Lorraine had been an awful idea. You shouldn't have listen to Wayne. Cause this elderly people were fucking crazy. You never knew an old man could be so strong. You fought with that old bat as he had tried to beat you with what looked like a bat. He had gotten a few good hits in, including a knife wound to your thigh. He would have won if you hadn't gotten a thick tree branch and swung it. The branch had connected to the old man's temple rendering him unconscious.
You stumbled away. Trying to stop the bleeding on your thigh. You needed to find Lorraine. Praying to the lord above that she was okay.
Crossing the lake to only trip. Falling hard on to the dirt floor. You groaned in pain the wounds you had burning in pain from the sudden movement. You looked back to what you tripped over, your eyes widening in fear and grief. There was Jackson eyes wide open, no life in the eyes that once held so much.
Getting up was harder but yet you still did. The need to find Lorraine was stronger.
Getting to the cabin was closer now. You limped up the steps. Using the wall to study yourself, trying to be as quiet as possible. You needed to find your phone. Wayne had told you not bring it. Said something about disconnecting with the outside world. But you hadn't listened and snuck it into your bag. Calling the police, and hoping that Lorraine was in the cabin.
The phone call was quick. The dispatcher promising to send the police. But you knew it would be awhile before they arrived. The farm was in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town being almost an hour away.
Getting into the farm house was your next option to find Lorraine. Upon entering the house, the loud noise of the tv was the first thing you heard. But the more you tried to focus, the clearer you heard someone crying.
With no other option you followed the noise into the kitchen. Seeing a door with some blood on it along with a hole. The crying being much clearer now. "Lorraine?"
"Y/n? Oh thank god you're okay. Please get me outta here. These people are fucking crazy." Lorraine sobbed, she felt relief that you were still alive. But the fear she felt was still there and growing at the sight of your beat up face and body. The pain of her broken fingers making her whole arm hurt.
You moved quickly to unlock the door. Her body falling into yours. You held her making sure not to hurt her.
"We have to hide. The cops are on their way. Here let me see." You took off your shirt carefully wrapping Lorraine's injured hand. Apologizing when she cried in pain. "Come on."
You both froze in fear at the sound of what sounded like Maxine screaming followed by a loud gun shot. You were faster to react, taking a hold of Lorraine's uninjured hand and leading her up the stairs. The more you tried to find somewhere to hide. The more fear you felt like those crazy people would get to you and Lorraine. That's when you saw the door to the attic. You moved quickly to get the rope and pull it down. The ladder falling, making sure to catch it before it made a loud noise.
"Come on. Go." You made sure that Lorraine made up the ladder safely before following her. Getting the ladder back up and closing the door. Lorraine was right behind you her face buried into your shoulder as she tried her best not to make a sound. Her shoulders still shaking form trying to control her sobs.
You heard the old man murmuring to himself. "Damn gun. Damn kids. I'll show them. I'll show them."
At the sound of something hard hitting the floor. You looked down through the small cracks on the floor boards. Seeing that he had dropped the gun. Taking in that he no longer had any bullets.
"I'll find them. I'll find them."
Dread feeling your body when he looked up, it looked like he was looking right at you. "Found you." Gripping the rope to hold the door in place.
"Fuck, Lorraine find another way out." Your grip tightening when you heard the old man trying to pull on the rope that was on the other side. Hearing him hitting the other side with a hard object. You were not going to let this crazy bastard get any where near Lorraine.
"There's a window." Lorraine did not want to die on this farm. And she sure as hell did not want you to either. Ignoring the pain she used both hands to open the window. But it had been nailed shut. So she used the lamp to break the window. Moving faster when she was hearing you struggle to hold the rope.
"Go Lorraine. I'll be right behind you."
"No but I-Go!"
Once she was out you let go of the rope, running the best you could with your injured leg to the window. Lorraine helping you out the window with her good hand.
"We're going to have to jump. Look the bed of the truck has hay. Co-" Your sentence being cut off when a sharp pain came from your back. The blade going in and out, your limbs losing their strength far too quickly. Before being pushed off the roof. Faintly hearing Lorraine's scream. Then gun shots ringing out before your world faded into darkness.
*
Bright lights were the first thing you saw. Sound being muffled, the pain from before being numbed. You looked around to see your mom sitting by your side. At the sight of her you finally let yourself cry. Hearing you cry, your mom looked up. Her own eyes filling with tears.
"Oh my baby." She knew, she knew she shouldn't have let you gone when you had asked to go on that stupid trip. But she had seen how excited you were, you had finally found a good friend in Lorraine. And since Lorraine was going as well, she thought that everything would be okay. It was just a normal trip between friends. But good god had she been wrong.
"Where's Lorraine? Is she okay? Please tell me-She's okay sweetheart. Three broken fingers. But she's okay. She's been begging to see you." Your mother couldn't stop crying. She remembers the call. How the officers called her telling her how you had been stabbed and beat. How the people that owned that farm had tried to kill you and Lorraine. How that crazy old couple had succeeded in killing Lorraine's friends. Although they couldn't find the body of Bobby's.
"Take me to her please. I have to make sure she's okay."
Your mother nodded. Knowing very well that there was going to be no stopping you. "I'll tell Mr.Day that he could bring Lorraine in."
It wasn't long till the door to room was pushed open and Lorraine came in followed by her dad and mom.
Lorraine cried tears of joy and relief. Seeing you fall off that roof had been the worst feeling. Not knowing if you were dead. She remembers screaming. Before the sirens were heard. Along with shouting from the police and the old man. He had shouted and threatened to kill her. But the second he moved towards her he had been shot and killed. The crazy old lady as well.
Lorraine felt herself shake at the sight of your beat body under bright lights. Seeing you motioning for her to get closer. She wasn't one to deny you. Quickly getting to you and hugging you. Body melting in your embrace, careful not hurt your wounds. "Thank god your alright. I was so scared."
You moved your arms around her waist bringing her in closer to you. You looked towards Lorraine's parents. Who gave you a nod with a small smile before stepping out of the room followed by your mother.
Lorraine got comfortable on your bed. Loving the way your arms wrapped themselves around her. She thankful that you were alright. Her body being able to relax in your warmth. The steady heart beat lulling her into a deep.
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#lorraine day#Lorraine day x Fem!reader#x movie#tara carpenter x reader#jenna ortega x fem!reader#x fem!reader#wednesday addams x reader
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I was thinking about Shadowheart and the PC's cottage functioning as the central hub and meeting point post-game. Like the all would gather there, at the same time or not, and spend some relaxing days with the family:
Karlach: Once her engine is finally repaired, she visits her friends and stays with them for a long while, just relaxing and enjoying farm life. Until her hunger for exploration leads her to the roads again; but always finds her way back to the family
Wyll: Even if Karlach's engine is repaired already, The Blade of Avernus has many unfinished businesses in the Hells, so he returns to his duties after resting at the cottage, learning to make pastries with Shadowheart and telling them stories from his adventures. Arnell becomes a great fan of the Blade, and always lends him his ears
Lae'zel: Once her people are free and she can take a short vacation from her duties (or what she considers vacation anyway lol) she visits them, probably finding Karlach there too, and puts both Tav/Durge and Shadowheart in shape again. Too much meddling with animals and vegetables and too little maintaining their skills... For her standards lol.
Jaheira: The city eventually overwhelms her again and before tackling any new adventure, she visits the cub and their family. She bonds with Emmeline over plants and garden maintenance, becoming great friends.
Halsin: He can take only a small break from the Towers before the kids miss him too much. Every time he visits, he brings them gifts from nature: seeds, grown plants, exotic fruits, or homemade ham, which he teaches Shadowheart how to make.
Astarion: Rarely shows up, and always at night, pranking them or pretending to be a thief; until Shadowheart very seriously threatens him for scaring the cats. He brings the best vintages stolen from the Upper city and all the juicy gossip from the streets and the political sphere of Baldur's Gate.
Gale: Professor Gale doesn't have that much time available, but makes sure to visit his dear friends during holidays, taking Tara with him (and the best spices in the realms!). Tara isn't very sure about the whole ordeal with so many animals xD but she enjoys her time there, especially in the summer.
Isobel & Aylin: The moon lesbians throttle the realms, helping people and bringing hope to those who need it. Every now and then, they stop by the cottage for a few days. Dame Aylin always gets Tav/Durge and Shadowheart drunk, and it falls to Isobel to help them with hungover.
That would be all I can think about for now. I just want them to be happy and maintain their bond.
#their not so little family#i know Im missing people but this is getting long lmao#anyway family life#is this a spoiler?#shadowheart#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3#dark urge#durge x shadowheart#bg3 tav#astarion#gale dekarios#wyll ravengard#karlach#halsin#laezel#isobel thorm#dame aylin#moon lesbians#jaheira#tav x shadowheart#redeemed durge find happiness
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A new report by a team of UBC scientists has B.C. politicians and First Nations weighing in after it proposed relocating some residents and farms in Abbotsford, B.C.'s Sumas Prairie, to allow the area to be turned back into a lake. The report's lead author says that a "managed retreat" is necessary because climate modelling shows the area will continue to experience further catastrophic flooding, akin to the devastation the Fraser Valley experienced in 2021. "The lake wants to come back, so bringing the lake back is fairly simple," Tara Martin told CBC Radio's The Current. "The harder thing is moving infrastructure and people out of the way," she said. Much of the Sumas Prairie was once a shallow, freshwater lake until the B.C. government drained it in the 1920s, converting it into agricultural land for settlers and displacing the Sumas First Nation. Martin, with UBC's Department of Forest and Conservation Sciences, says with further flooding on the horizon, it makes better economic sense to reflood the plain rather than rebuild dikes to manage water flows.
Continue Reading.
Tagging: @newsfromstolenland
#Sumas Prairie#british columbia#cdnpoli#canada#canadian news#canadian politics#canadian#Indigenous#First Nations
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Showers
Summary: When starting to settle down in Alexandria houses where given out also meaning hot water.
Parings: Daryl Dixon x Blackfem!reader
Warnings: fluff,suggestive(nothing to graphic)slight angst(barely), swearing. Short!
“You need to get that man of yours to bathe.” The sound of Carols voice making you look up.
You laughed lightly, it had been almost 4 days since you arrived at Alexandria everyone was starting settle into there own homes. Rick, Michonne, Carl, judith and Carol in one home, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, Tara and Gabriel in another. While you, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn got two separate condos.
Everyone was cleaned up by now besides your boyfriend. To be honest you don’t think he had gotten any sleep while here maybe nap but never came to bed with you.
“Well if my boyfriend acted like he wanted me around him I would but he’s barely spoken a word to me.” You said, you weren’t mad but it bothered you how he seem to not want to talk to you.
Carol raised her eyebrow, “So he not even talking to you?”
You simply shook your head, “I’ll try talking to him though.” You said.
She nodded exiting the end condo you shared. You pushed yourself off the counter walking towards the door aswell. Daryl was hidding out in Aarons garage working on a bike. You knocked on the mans door his boyfriend opening it for you.
“Hi Y/n, here for Daryl I take it?” Eric asked letting you in.
“Yeah..” you spoke, he gave you a smile pointing at the door that led out to the garage. You quickly thanked him walking towards it taking a deep breath before going out.
When you did he didn’t look up just continued working picking at the parts. “Hey Dar’..” you said he looked up acknowledging you but didn’t say anything, he stoped waiting for you to say something.
“I haven’t really seen you, you-” before you could say anything he cut you off.
“I know, m’ sorry just been busy..” he spoke looking down at the bike.
You inhaled, busy? Right..
“Have you slept at all? Eaten?” You asked walking over next to him. His body still facing forward at the table with scattered parts.
He nodded, “Baby please look at me..” your words came out as a whisper. Your hand making its way up to his face covered with dirt and grim. His hair covered his face.
His eyes slowly meeting yours “Lets go home.. just you and me. Let me help you, because I promise you you’re not alone.”
His face leaned into your touch, he knew he was avoiding everyone, you. He hated avoiding you, he missed your touch how you held him, comforted him. But this wasn’t his home.
“Cant.” He spoke his hand touching yours.
“Daryl you cant hide out in this garage forever, even though I know Aaron and Eric enjoy your company.” You joked slightly.
“I need you right now D’, just as much as you need me.” You said your head falling on his shoulder. You missed his smell as bad as it was you where used to it, it was him. You had spent almost every moment with him, besides when you could stand him when first meeting at the farm. As soon and you both got to the prison something just kinda flipped.
All the runs you both went on together, the stupid arguing. The protectiveness both of you had for one another. You both were strong, equals even, yet in moments like these you both were weak. You’ve seen him cry just as mush as he’s seen you. You were separated from eachother for a while after the prison, but found each other in the end. You both always found a way back to one another.
He let out a sigh “fine..” his tone low and shaky.
You looked up at him. With that you both left, your hand in his. Entering the home you felt him tug on your arm pull your body to his. His strong arms wrapping around you holding you tight he didn’t say anything just held you. The two of you leaned against the door with him just holding you.
“Why dont you join me for a shower..” you spoke earning a groan from him.
You laughed looking up at him, “I know, I know but i think it would be nice then we get to sleep in no worries just us. Alone.” You voice whispered.
You meet his eyes through his hair, you felt his body push off the door you going with him. A laugh escaped your mouth as you ran up the stairs to the bathroom. You could hear him taking off his belt and shoes as he walked through the hallway entering the door way in just his pants, he sat his cloths on the outside of the bathroom. Looking up he watched you start to undress.
His eyes scanned over your body the scars you gained over the year the subtle bruises from your clumsiness. He walked up behind you unclipping your bra. His lips brushed against you bare shoulder pressing soft kisses.
The warm water ran on him the dirt sliding of his body, getting some soap in your hand you started running you hands through his hair. You nails scrubbed his scalp lightly pulling up the build up.
He let out a soft moan as you worked on the spot behind his ears, “That feel good baby?” You hummed amusingly.
He nodded lightly his eyes closed letting you wash his hair soon rinsing it out. You grabbed a rag that hung over the glass door of the shower. Putting soap on it handing it to the man, Daryl rolled his eye but start washing himself. The rag going over his body cleaning every part and crevices on him the water taking the dirt and soap off of him.
“Look at you all clean handsome.” You smiled running you hand through his hair pushing it out of his face.
“Mmhm, just for ya remember that.” He spoke.
“Mm just for me..”
He looked over you your wet curls lose from the water, your long eyelashes stuck together by the water. He was so in love with you every single part.
As you both got out he couldn’t keep his hand off you. “Dixon you gotta let me get dressed.”
“Why would i do that..?” He mumbled his face in you shoulder his hands creeping up to you cupping your boobs.
You let out a soft groan feeling his fingers mess with your nipples. “I hate keeping my hands to myself when your around, have you seen yourself.” His words muffled as he kissed your shoulders. Your body leaning back into his touch.
You both stood in front of the mirror as he touched you, you watch him as his hand slipped into the front of your underwear teasing you pulling it out quickly detaching himself slapping your ass as he walked out the bathroom door butt ass naked.
You grounded in irritation but found yourself quickly following him out into the bedroom connecting to it.
“Now your following me women.” He teased, pulling a clean pair of boxers on. A smirk on his face as he looked up at you.
“Im not, my clothes are in here to you know.” You spoke pulling on your panties grabbing a shirt pulling it over your head. Looking up you saw him watching you that amused grin still plastered on his face.
“Fuck off Dixon.” You sassed.
“Mon’ ? Tell me what you want..” his words quite teasing you just to piss you off a little.
You rolled your eyes a smile on your face, you only turned away from him. You could feel his presence behind you his bare back pressing against you, your ass resting against his groin.
“What I want… hmm, ya know im pretty tired actually.” You fake yawned turning around looking up at him.
He simply picked you up falling on the bed. His arms wrapped around you as you got comfortable on the bed.
You had him in your arms again no worries, for now at lest you cloud sleep peacefully with him in your arms. His head on your chest you nails scratching his back lightly, you felt him mess with your fingers his movements became slow as sleep came over him. His soft breaths signaling he was finally asleep. Now it was your turn.
This was short but i hope yall like it! Go ahead and request more if you want i have some ideas but would like to hear some of your ideas.
#x black reader#twd daryl#daryl imagines#daryl dixon twd#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon#daryl x you#daryl x y/n#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixion x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl x reader#daryl dixion imagine#daryl dixon x blackreader
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Hi! I'm Tara Wylde. I own the farm down the mountain path.
Wylde Flowers [x]
#wylde flowers#gamingedit#entsource#userthing#witchesnet#femalecharacters#my edits#witches#video game#studio drydock#wyldeflowersedit#this game is adorable#and there are so many characters!#and storylines!#and every line is voice acted it's incredible#anyway this is pretty much all i've been doing for the last little while XD#while reading 'tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow' haha
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When your Light dims
This was a script to a comic I planned, but never drew. I uploaded it once on my RP Blog, which is no more. So I am uploading it here again since I did receive really nice feedback.
"When your light dims, I'll be waiting for you."
These were Gale's last words to her. He didn't even say it himself, but rather a leftover of life force in his corpse. It made her question, for the first time ever, if any of what the corpses said were true. Not that she doubted Gale, but those words were so bittersweet, she couldn't help but sob. The spell broke before even five questions were answered. Her arms were tight around Gale, her tears mixing with the blood in his robe while she felt her nose running, her voice cracking, getting a headache from the lack of breath.
He was gone.
It was hard to move on, hard to have one's future ripped from one's hand so badly, all the plans they had, all those things she couldn't tell him. On Jaheira's advice, she began to write letters to Gale he would never receive.
About them helping to rebuild Baldur's Gate, about her travels to Waterdeep and meeting his mother, about the many stories she told and wondered if her favorite wizard would be angry at his mother for telling her those, or if he would just slide embarrassed under the table. The scratches of Tara she deserved when hearing upon his fate.
But time passed, people got older. She noted down how Wyll was even in his old age truly the blade of the frontier and only accepted her help when he truly couldn't stand up anymore from his chair.
Gale, I bet you would have looked breathtaking with silver hair. Your little strands already were driving me almost crazy. I began counting them, just like you did with my freckles. I never finished though. It was a wonderful way to spend time in the quiet with you.
How she spent her adventuring time with Jaheira and the Harpers, always on a search for a cure or a way so Astarion could go back into the sun. Also, how Jaheira, just like Wyll, denied any help of her, but her children loved and cared under big nagging their mother to the end. How resilient could a woman be? Ceres was sure Jaheira would die on the battlefield just like Minsc, but she wasn't as reckless.
Tell me, Gale, did you ever want children? If yes, how would you name them? If not, how many dogs would I be allowed to adopt? And how would we name those? What about a Tressym family?
After she left the Harpers, she tried to meet with Shadowheart as often as she could.
Did you know she really got her little farm? It's so much more work than she anticipated, but she never looked so happy. And despite having a farm, she somehow managed to smell like the flowers from her garden.
You always smelled like a library. I loved it. I loved your scent so much. Do you remember how I stole your robe after you went into the river? I said it was for a prank, but I was too shy to admit that your scent alone made me feel like there was nothing but a happy end waiting for us."
But when Shadowheart showed her first wrinkles and gray strands, it was then that Ceres too noticed that she was getting older. It began with Astarion more often than not suggesting a break. The roads they managed to pass got shorter, to explore dungeons always included a long rest.
I heard of a spell called wish that could heal Astarion. Also, that one can use a divine favor to cure him. I am sure you knew that, didn't you? Astarion immediately dismissed the chance a god would help him. Who can blame him? In all those centuries, they never came to help us. I wonder, if I would have agreed with you to get the Crown of Karsus, would you be alive? Was I wrong to stop you? (I love you so much.)
The days get heavier, longer. Astarion suggested we should visit Halsin again in Reithwyn, haven't seen him for so long. I was really giddy at this suggestion. But were the roads always this bumpy? Or do they just build worse carriages over the centuries? Astarion said he didn't notice anything. It's hard to tell how old my body is, except when I look at my hands. I see wrinkles, I see veins, I think I got more freckles and your old count does not count anymore. When we meet, you have to start anew. Halsin got me immediately an own room. Despite being older than me, he still looks like on the first day. Maybe I should have become a druid too.
I still can't stop thinking about the spell to heal Astarion. I wonder if you need to be a chosen or a cleric for a divine favor. For sure, I did everything Eilistraee would be proud of me. I will try my luck. If she doesn't listen to one of Baldur's Gate's heroes, maybe at least Astarion found a home at Halsin's side.
My last days I spend with praying. My knees hurt, my limbs ache. I am at a point where I pray because I cannot get up anymore without the help of one of the people from Reithwyn. It makes me wonder, if Mystra had made you a chosen again, would you have stopped aging like Elminster one day? Would you be next to me, with long, silver hair, and help me up? Would you be the one, forced to watch me age, while you live eternally? Maybe what I am doing is for naught, but it's all I can do, while my body is too weak to even pass the city's border.
I cannot leave the bed, so I am reading all those letters I wrote to you, so I won't forget anything I wanted to tell you. But as my hands are shaking, writing this last letter to you, I know at least how to greet you. I will look into your wonderful, hazelnut eyes, and tell you... ... .. .
#♪♫~ Lumis Words Vomit#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#bg3#fanfic#oneshot#creative writing#baldur's gate 3#♪♫~ weavechaos || gale#writers on tumblr
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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 13. Tara Carpenter
A/N: The way y’all voted on that poll was a true landslide lol I guess I didn’t realize how huge the tara stans are. So here goes something for my final fall prompt, hope this doesn’t flop like scream 7 will 🤭🤫🫠 but this is a short and simple ending so I do hope you enjoy this.
PROMPTS are from HERE & HERE + I’m using: going to a pumpkin patch + “you look cold, do you want a hug?” + “you think someone died here?”
WARNINGS: slight language I think? Dark humor. Age-difference: with Tara being twenty-one and oc/reader being twenty-five/six + Chad and Tara never became a thing in this timeline!
<- read my previous october anthology prompt here.
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Being at a pumpkin patch in mid-November when the skies were painted like pale ice in a frozen lake and the trees lost their copper leaves for good was questionable for Tara. The air no longer had its crispness to it but it started to feel more along the lines of a wild animal taking bites out of your face here in New York. However Tara couldn’t find herself complaining—well despite the fact that Sam turned this into a group outing—Tara couldn’t wait to see Johnnie.
Johnnie was Sam’s age, older than Tara, and easily became likable in Tara’s eyes although Sam often gave Johnnie a hard time even in the beginning. Of course they still had to be cautious but Tara always stood on the fact that she just wanted to live life after it’s been at risk of being taken away for good. She wouldn’t be as naive as last year but something about Johnnie had Tara’s insides turning into mush—in a good way though—not in a decaying guts kind of way.
The train ride was recommended by Johnnie to her family’s farm from the city and that became a whole debacle between the friends, until Tara waved her phone in the air saying that she already purchased a ticket while the rest could spend forever trying to figure out what they wanted to do. Mindy found this humorous how whenever Johnnie was mentioned, Tara made it her mission to be tuned into the conversation if she checked out.
Mindy was the first to pick up on the signs before Tara did and took great pride in Tara coming to her first out of the core four. Chad would argue against that saying he was actually the first since Tara did start to vent when they pulled a all nighter together. However he actually had no clue who Tara could be talking about and ended up eavesdropping when she chatted to Mindy one afternoon when he was supposed to be studying…basically pick a twin to believe at this point.
Tara couldn’t wipe the smile off her face on the train ride, fingers rapidly flying over her screen to the dimpled grin on her face when she spotted Johnnie helping out at the entrance of her family’s pumpkin patch.
“They’re with me, cousin.” Johnnie informs the family member with hair as white as snow, before grabbing up the walkie to contact someone else to head to the front and help out, now being off the clock with her friends here.
“Can we get more free perks for Christmas?” Chad asks as they briefly embrace and Johnnie rolls her eyes.
Johnnie folded her arms, “Why? So you can continue bringing your flings around and eat their tongues instead of enjoying the scenery?”
Chad frowned, “who are these flings that you speak of? I’m here enjoying the pumpkins with my favorite sister.”
As he goes to toss an arm over the curly haired girl’s shoulder, she shoves him away, “save it for the jury, Chad. I saw you eyeing that pretty girl with the shell earrings and racer jacket not too long ago.”
“I mean…she could be the one.” Chad couldn’t even bother to deny his wandering eyes.
Sam, Mindy, and Tara all share a groan while Danny snickers at Chad’s usual antics before being elbowed by Sam.
“Hey Tara,” Johnnie says, falling into step with the smaller girl; after informing everyone of the many activities the farm included.
Tara smiles up at her, “Hey Johnnie…remind me why we’re going pumpkin hunting so late into the season?”
“Well…I’m having a Friendsgiving next weekend at my spot and…that maybe partly true but I also wanted to hang out with you again before that.” Johnnie was honest with this, which made Tara slowly nod her head in appreciation.
Johnnie used to attend the same university as the three, received her degrees, started her business of creating designs on amputee’s prosthetics and moved to New Jersey two months ago to purchase her own home. So her having her shit together was definitely inspiring (and not to mention attractive) in Tara’s eyes and although she didn’t have everything figured out herself, one thing she was sure of: spending time with Johnnie felt right, scary yet comfortable and safe.
“Ohhh that’s right, I almost forgot about that.” Tara widens her eyes in realization, cursing to herself that she actually did forget about this but knew she could blame it on being swamped in school work, while Johnnie stumbles.
With a hand on her chest, she sighs playfully, “you wound me carpenter.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tara replies with a longing stare as they approach the line in front of a few booths.
Johnnie leans towards Tara who doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath, “what’re you in the mood for?”
“…hmm?” Tara asks, quickly pulling her eyes back to the line when Johnnie tries to catch her eye.
Johnnie laughs, “the menu. Anything catch your interest?”
“Well,” Tara starts as the autumn chill washes over the attendees on the farm, making her hunch her mesh covered shoulders a bit and clasp her hands together, “what would you recommend?”
“Everything.”
Tara scoffs as Johnnie winks at her.
“Can you even see the menu up ahead?”
“I’m not blind.”
“Nah, just short.” Johnnie teases while Tara quickly tosses a middle finger at the older girl.
Johnnie laughs to herself, picking up on tara’s attire which failed to keep her warm on this breezy farm. So Johnnie takes the opportunity to stand behind Tara instead, who is now bouncing on her tippy toes to what may seem like she was attempting to see the menu but it was probably to keep her blood flowing better.
Tara’s almost ready to swing until her belly realizes the familiar rasp by her ear, “you look cold, do you want a hug?”
Before her mouth can fumble out an answer, tatted hands come into Tara’s view as Johnnie locks her arms across Tara’s shoulders. She doesn’t find herself going stiff but easily welcomes Johnnie’s touch. A small smile graces Tara’s lips as her eyes fall in love with the dainty details of ink that decorate Johnnie’s skin. The artwork tells a story of Johnnie’s big heart which some may view as a contrast to her androgynous exterior much like the striking scar through Tara’s palm. That same scar Johnnie lightly draws a fingertip over from time to time and does so right now as Tara buries her nose against the side of Johnnie’s tatted other thumb.
Tara can even smell the balance of scents on Johnnie’s warm skin, a light creamy but earthy scent that makes Tara envision curling underneath blankets and staring out at Misty mountains instead of crowded streets full of loud voices, and suspicious faces. A sense of serenity that Tara wasn’t sure she’d ever find until she met Johnnie.
“What ya smiling at?”
Tara pries her eyes open, knowing she had been caught but keeps her eyes on the line that she didn’t realize moved forward some. “Nothing. You just think you’re so smooth when you could have been said you wanted to hold my hand earlier.”
Johnnie quickly places a peck to Tara’s temple so fast that she thinks she imagines it, “I want to do more than just hold your hand,” Johnnie ends up whispering before unraveling herself from Tara, who has to fight to hold herself up right.
“S’orry.” She mutters to those behind her as Johnnie takes the lead, heading right up to the stand, falling into small chatter with the worker before introducing an awkward Tara.
Tara is wide eyed as Johnnie banters back and forth for a little before they both set eyes on Tara.
“What?” Tara raises a brow, finding that she’s zoned out again just gazing at Johnnie socialize.
“You strike me as a apple nacho’s kinda girl.” The male worker says while Johnnie pretends to think about it.
“I’d say a apple cider donut but you’re of course welcome to try whichever or anything else on the board.” Johnnie responds, “on me.”
Tara tilts her head to the side, “what’re you getting?”
“The apple nachos,” Johnnie states.
Tara nods, “then I’ll get the donut…as long as you share.”
“Sure, sure. Anything you want,” Johnnie beams before turning back to the man, “you heard the lady!”
“Yeah, yeah.” He fans Johnnie with a knowing look before shouting out to the cooks off to the side.
With a carton tray full of crisp apple pastries—nachos, a side of caramel, two forks, and a yellow bag full of mini apple cider donuts, the two continued traveling through the large field together.
“Where have these been my entire life?” Tara groans after savoring the dessert.
Johnnie laughs, “right up here on this farm, I take it you’re enjoying those nachos?”
“Enjoying? More like I’d love to marry them! Can’t you tell by the way I’m murdering these bitches?! Perfect crunch on the outside and crisp from the apple on the inside, all with a side of caramel sauce?! It’s so delicious to the point i can’t even apologize for the noises you’re hearing because it’s your fault and I hope we finish them before the rest try to get any.” Tara admits through her rant while Johnnie abruptly stops.
Tara lifts her head, ready to question what was going on but Johnnie steered them in a different direction, “then we better head the other way since they’re all up by the goats and llamas.”
“Good call,” Tara says peeking over her shoulder to see Sam all cuddled up with Danny.
Disgustingly so.
Johnnie’s family farm was nice to be at although the temperature was constantly dropping but there weren’t many people out this evening, which was fine by Tara. The further they circled around the farm the closer they got to one of the rides here. It was the Ali baba—the large swing on the boot of a bulldozer? The pair stood beside each other outside the gate, watching as a few faces disappeared higher into the now gravel colored sky from side to side.
“you think someone died here?” Tara asks around the donut she previously stuffed her freckled face with.
Johnnie glances at tara and rotates to her better ear, “huh?”
The air from the ride and the earth along with the carnival music made it a bit difficult but after tara finishes the donut she speaks a bit louder, repeating the question, “you think someone died here?”
A couple shoot Tara a nasty look as they exit from behind the fence and Johnnie smirks at them with a mocking wave, leaning against the metal gate. Tara let’s out a snort as she leans towards Johnnie.
“Where’s that coming from?” Johnnie sweeps Tara’s bangs to the side.
Tara shrugs, “apparently horror films are not just a one month thing with Mindy. We’re now on your favorite series: final destination.”
Johnnie dips her head in understanding, “Ah,” and almost feels flattered that Tara remembered, “well this farms been open for about fifteen years and that ride’s only been around for the past five maybe? As far I know…no deaths. Why? You wanna get on?”
“Hell yeah I do,” Tara nods with a grin, “and I don’t care that I may puke everything up. As long as you promise to hold my hand.”
Johnnie taps her chin before matching Tara’s smile after lightly pressing their foreheads together, “I think I can do that, babe.”
‘Babe?!’ Tara thinks to herself as Johnnie takes their trash to the nearest barrel before meeting Tara half way with her hand held out.
And Tara doesn’t hesitate as she slips her smaller hand into Johnnie’s tatted one. She gives Tara’s hand a squeeze, fingers interlocked which Tara gazes down at while Johnnie watches Tara. When tara flicks her brown doe eyes back to meet Johnnie’s, they smile sweetly once more, feeling like this could be the start of—nope not something new! but a romance worth taking a stab-wait that’s not right either! chance on.
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