#the last two nests i got back from nest network trips are confusing me

[library-whale]

Remember how I said I would never run four breeding pairs at once again? I lied, apparently. I am once again overrun with dragons I need to sell!

The link to my sales tab is right here, feel free to take a look around! (Feel free to PM me offers as well!)

[sherrybaby14]

The Past Brings A Present (Part Two)

This is for @multi-villain-imagines challenge

I took the prompt: Catching up: We all have that one person, from the past we rather not meet again. But what happens if we do? 

I did not go very heavy on the AU, really the only thing different is Negan’s past and we are in A/B/O territory.

Words: 3k 


Part 2 of 3
 (Sorry!  Its getting pushed to 3 parts)

Warnings: Swearing, abuse, A/B/O


Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan--is--god @kellyn1604 @i-am-negan-trash @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @enchantingoblivion @jmackie1983 @jasoncrouse @theonethatgotaway213 @negans-network @autumnjade22

Footsteps echoed across the room and your eyes fluttered open.  You gripped onto the pillow you were holding, cuddling up against it as best you could.  The footsteps grew closer, but you didn’t look up, instead trying your hardest to melt into the bed.  You felt safe between the pillows and under the blanket, a feeling that you thought vanished along with the rest of the world.  

“Now here I thought we were looking at a month for those suppressants to wear off, but it looks like a week two tops.” The voice shattered your illusion.  

First it was the dead rising, then it was hiding alone, then it was being kidnapped and starved, then being sold, and now the reminder you were going to be mated at your first heat.  You wished the feeling of safety would vanish.  You wanted to fight it, but in your heart you felt a sense of relief almost.  Your brain tried to push it away with a groan.

“Leave me alone.” You pulled a pillow over your head.

“You smell better than this bacon.” Negan took a seat on your bed.

The scent flooded your nose and your stomach ached.  It was enough to make you rise and you twisted towards the man, even in your sleepiness you remembered not to look him in the eyes.  Instead you grabbed the plate out of his hand and started shoveling the food into your mouth.  

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen an Omega’s nest, I forgot how beautiful they are.”  Negan’s eyes were on the bed.

You had woken up in the middle of the night and couldn’t stop yourself from organizing the bedding.  It had been too long since you had the right materials, and of course the pillows happened to be your favorite color.  You tried to think of a witty comeback, but then you spotted the orange juice Negan was holding.  A moan escaped your lips as you grabbed the glass.  

“Easy there girl.” Negan laughed. “Don’t get yourself sick.”

You were eating too fast and slowed down. Part of you hoped it was your own decision and not because it was an Alpha command.  

“There is a bathroom over there.” Negan pointed to the corner. “I picked out some clothes for you, their behind the door.”

“Jeans and a t-shirt?” You weren’t one for dressing up.

“Something like that.” His mouth curved up into an evil grin.  

You looked back to the food, scared you would look him in the eye and lose yourself all over again.

“Relax babydoll. I already told you, I’m waiting until this is your decision.”  

“My decision is to go home.” You pictured the dirty old attic you were hiding in before Reggie found you and cringed.  

“That was convincing.” Negan leaned forward. “And where was home? Where are you from?”

“Why do you care?” You moved the plate to your side and brought your knees to your chest.

“I don’t think I’ve ever brought anyone but my mother breakfast in bed doll.” He rested his hand on your knee, you tried to ignore the butterflies it caused. “If I didn’t care about you I would have left you in the back of that trailer.”

“As opposed to buying me?” You tugged your knee away from him.

“I already said, I didn’t buy you. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let you leave though.” Negan sighed. “Would you rather still be in that shit hole?”

“I’d rather be making my own life, making my own choices.” You puffed out your chest.

“Wouldn’t we all?” Negan put his hand on your knee again and squeezed down. “But that’s not the world any longer.  The fact that your alive tells me you’re strong and resourceful.  It also tells me you were alone.  Alpha, Beta, or Omega we all have to adapt. You think fifteen Alphas would have been working together before the apocalypse?  That includes you little girl.”

“So my adapting is choosing between one Alpha or a gang bang?”  You knew you were making a losing argument.

“Would you rather I line us all up and then let you pick, right now?” Negan gripped harder. “Because you would be faced with the same situation, except some of those bastards would start trying to jump you right now the way you are smelling.”

The visual sent a shiver down your spine.  You didn’t have a response.  

“Garlic.” After a moment of silence you had to say something.

“Excuse me?” Negan let go of your knee, you glanced down almost missing the contact.

“I rolled around in Walker guts, went to a supermarket and took all the garlic.” The memory played out in front of your eyes like a movie. “I made it back to the house I was hiding in, hung them all over the place. Smeared cut up bulbs, grew them in pots. The smell would get so heavy it made me sick. I forced myself to eat them, raw, fight the urge to puke.  It was awful.”

You brought your eyes up to Negans and took a deep look.  There was no point in trying to look away, the last story you told was private and you gave it away without a hint of Alpha persuasion.  All the warnings vanished and you studied the color, they were brown with hints of swirling golds, greens, and blues.  They were the most beautiful color you’d ever seen, immediately replacing the hue of the pillows that surrounded you.  To your surprise he looked away.  

The vulnerability you were feeling tripled, but you wouldn’t show it.  Negan reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill.  He set it on the bed next to you.  

“I brought you some books to read.”  He picked up a bag and set it on the bed. “Take a shower, relax. I’ll be back with lunch.”

He jumped out of his chair and stalked towards the exit.  You wanted to call out to him, but your brain couldn’t think of the words to say.  Did you scare away an Alpha?  Your thoughts clouded, trying to push away the big one you had been fighting since last night. Did you scare away your Alpha?

No.  You shook your head and looked back and the plate of delicious food, you were eating in the warm comfy bed, surrounded by the best nest you had ever built and pushed all those points away.  You barely knew the man, and he bought you.  Taking a deep breath you flung your legs out of the bed, sad to be leaving your nest, but craving a shower to clear your mind.

~~~

Fury, rage, anger.  They would all do.  Negan slammed his fist into the elevator wall once the doors snapped shut.  He built this community for people to ban together. Yes, it was about survival, but his people weren’t eating garlic to live.  

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm down the madness. As soon as he saw Reggie shame smacked him in the face.  Sure he was young, he could justify it, but his time in LA working as a pimp was disgraceful. It was a dark spot on his soul, one that he spent years trying to correct.  He couldn’t hide his Alpha needs, but he would never try to control people like that again.

When he saw the state of that Omega he knew he needed to step in.  The number one priority was getting her healthy.  Of course his mind went to how to take out Reggie next, not thinking about the next step.  The elevator doors opened and Simon was waiting for him.

“Didn’t go well?”  The man raised an eyebrow.

“It went a little too well.” Negan ran his hand down his chin. “She’s fucking perfect, and I don’t even know her name.”

“Wow.” Simon followed Negan.

“What?”

“I expected a witty remark, or you to be vague.”  Simon reached up and grabbed Negan’s shoulder. He turned to face his number two. “I can smell her on you.  If you walk out there every other Alpha is going to go want to kill you.”

Negan wanted to grab Simon’s wrist and break it for touching him.  The Omega was bringing out his Alpha too hard.  Instead he cracked his neck and turned back towards his own personal rooms.  

“She wants to leave.”  Negan counted on Simon for a lot, but woman advice was never one of those things. “Or at least she thinks she does.”

“An Omega?” Simon sounded as confused as Negan felt last night. “Aren’t they demure? You know, scared? Submissive? I’m shocked she’s not begging to suck your cock for saving her.”

“Not this one.” Negan’s heart raced.  “She’s got more fight in her than most Alphas.  I’m not surprised she’s still alive.”

“Do you…do you think, she knows where more are?”

Simon was a hard man to read most of the time, but the Omega was effecting him too.  Negan knew what he wanted to hear.  If he could find more Omegas for his Alphas it would be better than Christmas.  He wished he had better news to tell the man.

“No.” He pushed open the door, then paused. “But they’re keeping themselves alive by masking the scent.  Start a crew.  Any place that smells terrible, check it out.  Start with a twenty mile radius, then push out.  I am thinking two week minimum trip.  No Alphas.”

Negan didn’t trust another Alpha to find an Omega on site and not take her for his own.  Before he walked all the way into his room he turned to Simon.

“Except for you.”  

Simon nodded and Negan shut the door, knowing the man would wait for him to finish the rest of their current project.  

He imagined finding fourteen other Omegas, one for each of his Alphas.  Then he pictured them all in a row, and there was no doubt which one he would want.  He punched the wall and then gripped his crotch.  In his close quarters your smell was everywhere.  There was no doubt who he would choose if every fucking Omega in the entire world surrounded him.

~~~

You tried to read one of the books, but your mind kept wandering.  Only three times you were next to the Alpha, never for a long period of time.  Why did you keep wondering what he was doing?  Why did you keep grabbing the bag that held the books and pulling it next to your nose?  Traces of his scent caused you to squeeze down harder on the clothe, wanting to take in more of him.  

Eventually you gave up reading. The only way to drive away the confusion was to focus on your nest.  You stripped the bed and sorted the pillows, blankets, and sheets into piles.  A smile crossed your face when you realized there were five different throws on the bed.  You only noticed the giant fluffy comforter, but smaller blankets were hidden underneath.  

You set them all out to your liking a warmth growing in your core as you put down the last pillow.  Once it touched the bed a ding sounded through the floor.  You turned your head and saw the elevator doors open.  Your heart started to dance as Negan stepped through.

It lurched forward, almost dragging you towards the man, but your feet stayed planted.  Logic and love fought, leaving you paralyzed.  As soon as you realized the term love crossed your mind you turned away.

There was no love here.  He bought you. He bought you. He bought you. HE. BOUGHT. YOU.  The phrase went over and over through your head.

“FU!” Negan yelled as he walked towards you. “That dress looks perfect on you.”

Your head dropped to look at your outfit.  Memories of getting into the shower and seeing the slinky black dress came to mind.  Of course once you were under the hot stream your body relaxed and you had no problems putting on the garment once you were done.  

“I hate dresses.”  Your fingers grabbed the hem and pulled it out to the side.  

Did you?  It had been so long since you wore one.  Growing up your parents tried to force you, but was it more about being defiant or the dress itself?  Another huge question you didn’t want to answer.  As you looked down ands studied the outfit you’d warn all day without realizing it hands grabbed your hips.  Your head shot up and looked Negan right in the eyes again.

“You look so fucking beautiful.”  He dropped his gaze to your body.

Your nerves flared.  What the fuck was happening? You were in a dress, making a nest, lusting after a stranger.  It wasn’t right.  Finally your brain took over from your heart and you raised your hand.

SMACK!  The sound of your palm hitting his cheek echoed across the empty room.  The hands disappeared from your waist and went to Negan’s face.  

The confidence vanished.  You had slapped an Alpha.  He was going to pin you to the bed an beat you.  Terror filled your chest as you backed up, ready to sprint and try to find a weapon.  All of you was in retreat mode.  You glanced towards both walls, kicking yourself for not plotting an escape instead of working on that stupid nest.  

Negan started to move and you jutted away.  Instead of going for you he twisted his head and snapped his neck.

“I suppose I deserve that.”  He sat down on the bed. “Reminder FU doesn’t like dresses.”

“What?”  You weren’t sure you said the word out loud.

“Thought I was pushing it with the no bra or panties.”  Negan stretched his arms in front of him.  “Didn’t see the dress being the deal breaker.”

You held your spot, as his words flooded you.  You glanced down, it never occurred to you that you weren’t wearing anything under the dress.  That should have driven you crazy, but it was like you blocked it out.  Were you going into heat this soon?  You made a nest, you kept thinking about an Alpha.

“Sandwich again.”  Negan dropped the food on the bed.

You reached out and grabbed it.  Not hesitating to take a bite or care what it was.  Big sign that it wasn’t your heat.  Food would not be appetizing, all you would want would be sex.  Thinking the word sex changed your thoughts again.  

Visions of Negan pining your wrists above your head made you gasp.  The idea of skin to skin sent a shiver down your spine.  The imagine didn’t go away, it continued seeing his body pump into yours.  

“I cannot figure you out babydoll.” Negan patted the bed. “Sit down next to me.”

You couldn’t figure yourself out either, but your legs were shaky and so you sat.  Nibbling on the sandwich as Negan handed you a bottle of water.

“I don’t like asking questions I don’t know the answer to.” Negan turned his head to look right in your eyes and you didn’t break contact. “What the fuck is going on?”

Thoughts swirled your brain.  Was he your Alpha? Should you admit to him your last fantasy?  Tell him that you needed to get to know each other better?  Or be honest and admit how the nest was built for him.  

Before you could speak his eyes flashed.  His Alpha sucked in your Omega.

“You bought me. I was never for sale.”  The words left your mouth without a thought.

You were trapped in his gaze.  Anything he wanted to know right now you would tell him,  and you took relief in that.  For once in your lifetime you were ready to speak the ultimate truth.  Negan was your Alpha, you would never be able to deny him.  Your lips parted as you hoped he would ask that question.  

Instead his eyes shut, breaking your trance.  Your heart pounded.  You gasped as the clarity vanished.  Asshole Alpha.  Anger. Rage. Fury.  They all burned in you.  He brought out the one truth you couldn’t get over.

“Make that sandwich last until dinner.”  Negan didn’t look at you as he stood up from the bed.

He walked towards the elevator.  You wanted to jump on his back and beg him to stay as much as you wanted to shove him to the floor and bash his forehead into the concrete.  Needing to get back to yourself you realized it was best to be defiant.

Winding up, you chucked the sandwich at him.  It landed square in his shoulders.  The lettuce and tomato went everywhere at the mustard dripped down his white t-shirt.  

You brought your hands to your mouth to stifle the laughter as he walked into the elevator.  Unlike the slap you didn’t expect him to be angry, but there was no laugh on his face.  

“Fuck you.”  His face spread into a grin as the elevator doors closed.  

Laughter exploded out of you to the point you had to crouch down.  You pictured the mustard, the red handprint on his face and the ridiculousness of this situation, each image making you cackle harder. Negan was gone, but your laughter didn’t falter.  He had asked you what the fuck was going on earlier.  

“I have no fucking clue.”  You said each word through a giggle.  

Once you calmed down the image of him saying ‘fuck you’ came to your mind.  At least he used your name.  

[trekwithtaylor]

Country #3 - Jamaica

What I want out of this trip… is days like today

But it started with a bang. Literally. I woke up at 3am to a banging noise and thought someone had broken into my room in Haiti. Turns out it was just my GoPro Karma Grip turning on randomly in the middle of the night and attempting to calibrate by banging itself into a table. After an already rough night trying to sleep, thinking that someone was breaking in did not help things. However, my day only went up from here. Way up.

After minimal sleep and paranoia induced by my hotel’s location throughout the night (tip: when visiting Port-au-Prince, pay the extra money to stay in the suburbs if you are concerned about safety) I gathered my things and went downstairs to find my wonderful guide from the day before ready to take me to the airport! One last drive through dust filled Haiti commenced, leaving me one last time to see the chaos and unfortunate reality of still destroyed Port-au-Prince.

I also realized, upon arriving at the airport, that I had not seen one other non-person of color my entire time in Haiti from leaving the airport until returning. The airport itself contained missionary groups from the U.S., but beyond that I did not see one other obvious tourist like myself. Being so visibly aware of how much of an outsider I was and worrying about what the Haitians were thinking as I drove by was both scary yet enlightening.

After arriving at the airport and wishing my wonderful driver farewell and $30 for the ride, I attempted to find the line for my airline. The arrivals hall emulated the city: it was a crazy mess. Haitians were lining the hall waiting with folder attempting to, from what I was told, get visas. While waiting in line I ran into two other young female American travelers (shout out to Danielle and Paige!). They were from Nebraska and had just come from Panama, spent four days volunteering in Haiti, and were now headed to Costa Rica. After going through security and a painless border control we ran into each other again on the other side and talked for quite a while waiting to board our plane to Fort Lauderdale. It was so great meeting them and I hope to meet up with them again in Costa Rica!

Before boarding the plane everyone had to go through security again, and this time everyone had to be patted down and have their bags searched by hand. I’m not quite sure why this is necessary as we had literally just been through security, but at least the line for women was shorter as there were so few on our flight.

On the plane I sat next to another American from New Orleans. He had been in Haiti working with a team for two weeks. I cannot even begin to imagine! He was so excited to get back to the U.S., where we have street signals and hot water. We talked for a while and then I attempted to sleep. Upon landing in Fort Lauderdale I had a quick and easy customs experience as I have Global Entry. I have had it for a few years now (ever since I went on a trip with family members who had it) and it had never really come in handy until this journey. I can only begin to imagine the amount of times that I will use it, but I am already glad to have it.

In Fort Lauderdale ate at the Food Network branded restaurant again as it was the only sit down restaurant in my terminal. I had an overpriced club sandwich with “cheese fries” that were literally just parmesan cheese on fries - needless to say this cheese fanatic was sorely disappointed – and a really good orange juice. I then had about an hour to work on things before boarding my flight to Kingston, Jamaica.

The flight to Kingston was pretty bumpy but otherwise there were no problems. I arrived and went to customs, where I was a little confused because the immigration officer asked me if I had seen the nurse in the airport. I said no and that was that, but I have no idea why she asked. After clearing customs I was met outside by the oldest son of the owner of where I would be staying, Neita’s Nest. He was driving me to Nieta’s Nest but along the way gave me a wonderful tour of Kingston. The drive leaving the airport and going into Kingston was breathtaking. The bay on your left with the mountains straight ahead and the sun shining – it was incredible.

We then drove through downtown Kingston where we rode past the National Gallery and I learned about how Kingston is attempting to revive downtown and make itself a center of business once again. From there we drove by Fleet Street. According to my guide, Fleet Street is a poorer area of town, but an area where the walls of the run-down buildings have been turned into immaculate art through painting, most of which were painted by artists from the local school of arts. We saw a soccer match being played on concrete amongst the buildings and walked a short bit to see some of the coolest art. While it might sound dangerous, no one even took a second look at me.

From Fleet Street we drove some more and saw landmarks such as Emancipation Park, Devon House (the first large house owned by a black person in Jamaica -  it is described as looking similar to an immaculate plantation house), the Cricket stadium, and past the Bob Marley Museum. We then picked up a friend, Renee, before driving up into the hills of Jamaica to Neita’s Nest.

Upon arrival I me the wonderful owner, Michelle, and her youngest son. The bed and breakfast style accommodation of Nieta’s Nest sits in the hills of Kingston overlooking stunning view of the mountains. I want to say the biggest of thank yous to Michelle and her family for hosting me – I could not have had a better or more welcoming stay!

The original plan for dinner was to go to a local Jerk restaurant. Jerk is a type of pork (and now chicken as well) that originated on the island from its first inhabitants who ate it in the hills while hiding out from the British on the island to avoid becoming enslaved. However, the car battery would not start so Michelle and a few others went to the restaurant to pick up the food to eat on the balcony at Nieta’s Nest. While doing so, however, I got to spend more time with Graham and met the incredible Jolee!

Jolee had read all about what I am doing and was such a joy to meet. She was so excited to talk about what I was doing and had so many questions! Amazing in her own right, she just graduated from high school in the Netherlands. It was so cool to talk about the world with her and to see a young girl so excited about what I am doing! It made me so happy – thank you Jolee!

Once dinner arrived, along with Jolee’s uncle, we then feasted on the Jerk as well as conch soup, fried plantain, and bread fruit. Needless to say it was a night full of trying new things, but it was fantastic! I talked at length with Jolee’s uncle Tyreece, who attended college in the United States and has himself traveled to over eighty countries. He had some amazing stories, especially about his time in India, and great tips for my travels as well!

After dinner we had the most amazing desert – dulche de leche ice cream with rum cake. So yummy. We all talked for about four hours and I had the most incredible time. I learned so much about Jamaican culture, from the dance to the history and everything in-between. There was even a well-intentioned push by Jolee to get me to try and dance, but alas that was a little too much for me (the worst dancer in the world) – so I just learned about it instead!

I had such a great night and I cannot thank everyone enough for making me feel so welcome. From the tour to the dinner and the discussions about culture and the world, it was such a fantastic night. I hope to have many more like it on my trip. It’s nights like tonight that make me so excited for what is to come! I hope to meet many more people who are just as incredible and welcoming, as I did throughout my day from the airport in Haiti to Neita’s Nest in Jamaica.

3 countries down, 194 to go.