#Gonna tackle Hazel next

[januaryembrs]

Tea!

Hey, I'm the anon who requested the drabble of bugsy realizing her feelings for spencer. Can you write a drabble based on what happened after spencer saw bugsy and the guy in her apartment?? I found the ending to have been quite abrupt and am genuinely curious as to how things were between them after that (I'm a sucker for angst). Hopefully you aren't also planning a BONUS chapter on this 😭😭 if so, then I'll just shut up bcs I'm actually just spoiling shit atp.

THEN STRANGERS AGAIN | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [drabble]

description: Spencer thinks he and Bugsy may have invented Murphy's Law. Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and has gone wrong.

length: 1.1k

warnings: some small hints at mature content, but no actual stuff. angst? curses.

part of the trouble almost all my life universe

authors notes: finally finished my requests off thankyou for being patient with me, now who's ready to for the next TAAML update??

“Who is it, babe?” A deep voice spoke, and Spencer felt his face go green when he saw the adonis of a man who stood behind her, his chest littered with smudged lip gloss and bruises resembling her own neck trailing down to his crotch. 

Her face was on fire when Spencer looked back at her, something betrayed in the hazel of his eyes which he knew was entirely illicit to feel in the circumstances, but it was true. 

“Fuck off, Renly,” She shoved him back behind the door, looking at Spencer like the friendship between them they were scrambling to salvage hung in the balance with whatever she said next. “You remember Renly, my lab partner at Johns,” 

Spencer nodded, the image of her lips on his pubic bone wouldn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what came after that, “I remember him,” 

She nodded back, and they went silent. 

They’d found themselves back at that stalemate.

“I’m just gonna…” Spencer trailed off, something sharp and painful in his chest as he looked at her. This was ridiculous, he had Maeve to worry about. Maeve, who was crazy about him, who he had a date with not even half an hour ago, who soothed the wound Bugsy had left when she’d moved to an entire other continent before he had a chance to tell her how he felt.

Except he did have a chance. He’d had plenty of chances, he’d just been too chicken to take them. And maybe that was what had made him so angry seeing a man twice his stature flirting and touching and grabbing her, knowing what they’d been doing before he’d interrupted. Maybe it was the fact he was irrefutably good looking, or that he was the kind of guy confident enough to call her babe and touch her so easily, or maybe it was the image of what she must have looked like underneath him to be as flustered as she was now. What had they been doing? Was he pleasuring her? Had she been teasing him? Had they been in the middle of full blown fucking?

Spencer didn’t know. The kid who had tackled string theory when he was fourteen years old didn’t know. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to. A whole Schrödinger's cat kind of fucked up where he knew exactly what they’d been doing, and yet his felt something hurt well in his chest at the fact he didn’t know at all. 

He felt like his head might explode, or like he wanted to rip his big brain out and kick it to the curb with how fast it raced with thoughts and images and sounds that all resembled her. 

“I’m just gonna go,” He spluttered, already turning to head down the millions stairs back to where he’d thrown his car into park, his footsteps clicking against the hard linoleum as he took them almost two at a time.

She didn’t care that she had little more than underwear and a shirt on, didn’t care that Virginia evenings had reached almost freezing at this point in the year. Bugsy didn’t care, because Spencer seemed hurt, and that was her least favourite look on him. 

“Spence!” She called, cursing when he didn’t turn back, and she’d barely had time to flick her door onto the latch before she was taking off after him, “Spencer, wait!

But he didn’t listen, he couldn’t. Not when he felt something close to tears welling in his eyes. Why was he getting upset? He was a grown man for fuck sake. He had three doctorates, a genius level IQ, and a job he adored. What did he have to be crying about?

He felt like he and Bugsy could only be described as Murphy’s Law, that everything about his day that could possibly have gone wrong between them did. That of course she was with some sort of adonis at this time of the evening, of course she was with someone else, because why wouldn’t she be? She was attractive, and quick witted, and sharp as steel. And most importantly she wasn’t his. 

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” She called, but his damn long legs were too fast for her, and he’d made it out the front door to her building before she could yell at him some more. 

By the time she got to the lobby, he was already half way down the street, his head straight down at the floor, his bottom lip quivering. 

The chill hit her like a stop sign as she ripped the door open, and she was quickly reminded how bare her legs were as she did so, her teeth gritting together. “Spencer!” 

But he didn’t look back, and she half considered risking the public indecency charges, only to quickly be reminded of her lack of socks and shoes as she took an experimental step onto the pavement, cringing in pain when it felt painfully harsh to her skin. 

Her stomach dropped. What had he wanted, coming to her at this hour when things had felt so odd and icky and wrong between them. Where was Maeve? Even the thought of the mystery girl made her face heat with annoyance, but Bugsy supposed that if Spencer was happy then she shouldn’t feel so damn bitter all the time. It had been the whole reason she’d brought Renly home, though bumping into him in the liquor store had been completely unintentional, because she’d wanted to forget all about the guy who used to be her best friend who she couldn’t have, who had a shiny new genius to hold his affections, to take the place she’d thought was hers. 

She should have known better. Bugsy should have known Spencer deserved so much better. She’d tried to dodge the fact of it in all the years they’d known one another, but it was like the reality had hit her square in the face, and the wind whipping against her bare shins was a wake up call. If things hadn’t been fucked up between them before, then they most certainly were now, all because she’d been so stupid to think she could drown her affections and squeeze out her love for Spencer into another person.  

An arm wrapped around her shoulder and a jacket was shrugged over her, and she looked up at Renly with a quivering bottom lip. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut seeing Spencer so distraught, lost for words, lost in general. And despite her better judgement, for the sake of the fact she’d never felt so alone, she let herself lean into Renly’s warm stomach, his muscles rippling beneath her hands as she shoved her head into his pectoral, burying her face away in embarrassment, possibly to even forced the tears back into her sockets against their will. 

“Is it complicated?” Renly asked, because he’d always been the gentle sort of giant, surprisingly kind for a guy who looked like he pounded roids non stop. Bugsy could have told him it’s because he was raised with a single mother and four sisters, but she wouldn’t bother. Sometimes people were just the way they were, no profiling needed. He patted her back soothingly as if he’d heard what she was thinking. 

She nodded, because nothing summed up Spencer better than complicated. 

“Yeah, it’s complicated,” She murmured, allowing him to kiss the crown of her head, because she was tired of licking her wounds alone, tired of being the one to beg for affection from people too good for her. 

Spencer blinked back the tears the entire way home, cursing himself for the way his stupid, envious brain produced every image possible of the goliath man in her doorway who could squash his head like a coconut, wondering what they were doing now that they weren’t interrupted. They were probably naked by now, probably-

Bugsy let Renly make her a green tea, and in turn he let her sulk and mope and didn’t take it too personally when she made it clear that sharing a bed was as far as they were going tonight. There would be no more nudity than they already were, no more lustful kisses fuelled by cheap red wine and misguided intentions, no more pretending she was someone else entirely. There would nothing.

Because perhaps Spencer didn’t know her as well as he used to, and perhaps that was entirely the problem.

[cringemesstickles]

Brotherly Payback

(TickleTober Day 3: Prank)

Summary: Dean gets revenge on his brother after the beer bottle prank.

Pairing: none… obviously.

Word count: 1099

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write a story like this for so long because s1e10 is so cute… 😔❤️

So here’s that :>

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“You didn’t…” The older Winchester sat there in utter disbelief, beer bottle glued (literally) to his hand.

The brothers had been wrapped up in a prank war, going back and forth to see who could out-match the other. Sam, who had fallen victim to the old itching powder prank, decided to clap back by applying superglue a bottle of beer while Dean wasn’t looking. As the two raised their bottles to a solid plan, Dean took a sip, went to put the glass down, only to find that he couldn’t…

“Oh…” Sam smirked, holding up a small tube of superglue. “I did.” Amused by his brother’s dumbfounded expression, he fell into that rare laughter that Dean could only describe as sunshiny and precious, even if it was at his expense.

Dean tried to shake the bottle off of his hand, but it just wouldn’t budge. He eventually gave up with an irritated huff, glaring at Sam. “You’re gonna pay for that, Sammy.”

The taller brother wiped away a fake tear of mirth, crossing his arms and continuing to chuckle. “Oh yeah? With what? Another ridiculous prank?”

The younger’s cocky attitude made Dean’s blood boil a bit… but he knew the kid wouldn’t be laughing for long. Well… he would be, but in a different way.

“Oh, you’ll see, Sammy. You’ll see…” He had that dangerous glint in his eyes that spelled trouble, and the devilish smirk that crept on his face easily sent a shiver down Sam’s spine. There might actually be cause for concern here…

From there, things continued as normal, at least after Dean painfully ripped the beer out of his hand. They ate their food, discussed the hunt, made jokes, the usual. By the time they packed up and got in the Impala to head off to the motel, Sam had forgotten all about Dean’s little threat.

The two arrived back at their motel room, slamming the door behind them and dropping their stuff. But as Sam tossed his bag onto his bed and made the move to sit down, he was tackled onto the mattress, a slight panic growing in his chest as he felt someone straddle his hips and pin his arms above his head. When he looked up, he saw none other than Dean.

Of course it was Dean…

“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam huffed, tugging at his arms and trying to wriggle out from underneath the elder. The response only caused Dean to smirk.

“What’s the matter, Sammy? Revenge not tasting so sweet?”

“Your ‘revenge’ is sitting on me- EEK!- WAIT!”

Sam’s complaint was interrupted as a tingly sensation shot through his body, the result of Dean’s fingers digging into his sides with expert precision. The younger Winchester broke into barks of laughter, his head falling back against the mattress and his hands, now free, shoving at his brother’s chest.

Dean grinned triumphantly, watching his normally stoic younger brother come undone just from a few wiggling fingers.

“Aww, wait? But I’m just getting started!” He taunted, moving up to target the man’s ribs, which earned a wild buck of the hips. “Did you seriously think I’d let you get away with that little stunt? That glue ripped the skin off my damn hand!”

Sam kicked his long legs and stuck his arms to his sides, trying to block his ribs from his mischievous older brother, but Dean wasn’t deterred. If Sam was blocking the area, he’d swiftly attack elsewhere… then if Sam went to block that area, he’d shoot straight to the original target. This kept Sam on his toes, unable to guess where his brother would go next.

When the shorter hunter started skittering his nails down Sam’s sides, the younger’s eyes widened, instantly aware of where Dean was trying to go.

“N-No, plehehehease…! I’m sorry! Don’t do it!” He pleaded through frantic giggles, looking up at his big brother’s cheeky expression. Dean looked right into those big, hazel eyes, and despite the younger’s protests, he didn’t see any distress or discomfort in them. Instead, he saw anticipation and even a bit of excitement.

It took everything in Dean’s power to keep that ‘evil’ facade up, but even then, his smile was getting fonder by the minute.

“You’re sorry, huh? Well…” He hummed, pausing to tap his chin.

“I don’t believe you.”

With that, he dropped his hands and latched onto his younger brother’s sensitive stomach, sneaking under the fabric of his shirt, which had ridden up from the struggle.

Shrill squeals echoed through the small room as Sam writhed under the persistent tickle attack, flailing his arms and bucking his hips. He arched his back out of instinct, though it only pushed him closer to those evil fingers.

“NAHAHAH!- D-DEAN, I CAN’T!!”

“Oh, you can’t, huh? Kinda like how I couldn’t get that bottle off my hand without ripping my skin off?” Dean teased. He wasn’t really THAT mad about the prank… he just wanted to drag this on for as long as possible.

Sam groaned through his guffaws, shaking his head to try and find an outlet for the sensations.

“OH MY GOD, I GET IT!! I-I’M SORRY! MEHEHERCY!”

By this point, the younger hunter’s cheeks were bright red and stained with tears. His belly was getting sore from all the laughter and even his face was feeling the effects of smiling so hard. Dean absolutely loved it. It was so rare for Sam to laugh himself to this state… and the fact that his brother was enjoying this just as much as he was only made the moment that much sweeter.

Nevertheless, he knew he had to let up soon. So as a final gift, he pressed a big raspberry right into the younger’s naval, eliciting a loud shriek, followed by high pitched, boyish laughter.

After a few more raspberries, Dean pulled away and ruffled Sam’s hair, a cheeky but warm grin on his face.

“Alright, alright… I think you learned your lesson.” He chuckled, sitting beside the younger hunter and watching him catch his breath. Despite the tickling having stopped, Sam was still giggling from the phantom tickles. Still… he couldn’t deny that it felt nice.

“You’re such a jerk…” Sam muttered, a goofy grin still glued to his face.

Dean rolled his eyes, holding up his hand, which had some redness and skin peeling. “You caused me legitimate pain.”

“You put itching powder in my pants!”

…

“Fair enough.”

Though the prank war was far from over, Sam had certainly learned to dial it back a bit…

At least just enough to avoid Dean’s wrath again.

[appalachiannightmare]

Time: May 20th Content Warnings: Vomiting tw (it's a plant that does it, so nothing too graphic in way of ick ♥)

“Drawn together. Painter's brushstroke. Sleight of hand. We won't go up in smoke.” - When Two Are One, Atreyu

Business wasn’t quite booming like Hazel had hoped it would be, but she knew it was partly because she didn’t have a lawnmower, and the shitty pay at Video Vault was barely enough for her to make rent and buy food. Thankfully, her devil usually handled the food part, so Hazel never stayed hungry. But still, anyone who wanted her help mowing or trimming bushes or any other yard work, she had gladly accepted, because each client meant a little more money in her savings account aka an old coffee can she found, hidden away for safekeeping.

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, Ms. Betty. And don’t worry about the quality of your tools, Ma’am. I’ll make ‘em work. You just leave the yard work to me, and you go on in and relax.” Ms. Betty had been the sweet old lady that lived just up the road a few miles from Hazel, except her property was much larger and her home much nicer. And when she had seen Hazel’s advertisement and reached out, the young woman was more than happy to help her neighbor and friend out.

Stepping off the elderly woman’s porch, Hazel made her way out to a shed sitting near the back of the property. And upon inspection had managed to find everything she needed covered in a thick layer of dust, but for the most part, in working order. It was going to be an all day task, but she was looking forward to it, especially considering how much it already reminded her of home. And with her headphones placed securely over her ears, Hazel put on a mix with fast tempo music and got to work.

It took a lot of TLC to get the lawnmower to run over the thick and tall grown grass, and by the time the woman had mowed over the last tall patch, she was ready for a break; sweat dripping from her forehead. Luckily for her, Ms. Betty was already standing on the porch with a large cold glass of lemonade and a smile, “If all my clients were like you, Ms. Betty, work would be so much easier.” Taking the cold glass and watching as the condensation trickled down the side, Hazel took a long slow sip savoring the contrasting flavors of bitter and sweet, until the glass was empty, “That was mighty good. Thank ya. Guess I outta head back out and tackle the rest a’ this work before the sunsets.”

Making her way back towards the shed, Hazel found long handled pruning shears that were perfect for the weeds that had grown to a decent size along the fence running down the property line. It would be her next task and a sweet smelling one at that, “Honeysuckle…I think this is gonna be a lot easier than I suspect if it’s gonna smell like this the whole time, Devil.” It was a bad habit she had fallen into over the years, but talking to her inner wolf had become something she had done quite regularly; especially since most of her time spent had been alone. “Thinkin’ start out by the road and make my way slowly back up to the shed, so it’ll be a nice stoppin’ point for the evening.”

Hitting play on her phone again, the music continued from where it last left off, and once she had gotten into a grove, Hazel was pruning away to the beat of the music. More fiercely at stronger parts. Slower when things slowed. And with some funkiness, when a good backbeat came on. Nothing could stop the progress she was making, and that’s how she liked it until -

…...

Gasping Hazel’s eyes were wide as she tried to look around for any sign of where she might actually be, but nothing. The smell was rancid and foul, causing her to cough and choke fiercely as she squirmed around and reached out for anything she could in the awkward cramped position she was in. Crying out for help wasn’t even possible due to the lack of oxygen, but before she could really get a feel for her surroundings, she was pushed back up out of the darkness and into the daylight, being spit out by whatever had swallowed her whole.

Her lungs quickly consumed as much oxygen as she could as fast as she could. Her eyes were squinted in pain from the brightness of the setting sunlight surrounding her, and she desperately tried to crawl forward and away from whatever the unknown threat was – her nails digging deep into the dirt frantically, before she felt something latch onto her leg again and drag her back.

Letting out a blood curdling scream, Hazel continued to try and grip onto whatever she could to keep herself from getting consumed again, but it was no use as the worm-like tendrils from the mouth of the weed – a weed? It’s a fuckin’ weed?! – pulled Hazel back in by the legs tightening its grip so hard that it made the twenty-three year old yelp in pain; a rare thing for someone with berserker blood running through their veins.

Unable to let out another scream for help, Hazel found herself sucked quickly back into the dark and crushing cavity of the Swallowthorn as her life was slowly being squeezed out of her. But fortunately for her, and unknowingly to the weed that was trying to make a meal out of her, Hazel, once fully inside, gave herself over to her devil willingly and just as quickly as she was consumed whole, she felt the familiar, but ever so painful break of her bones and shifting of her body as the small woman managed to take shape of the fully grown berserker ripping apart the Swallowthorn from the inside out from sheer size alone.

With a new found freedom, the massive wolf rolled out onto the ground, before stumbling around to find her footing and shaking off the remainder of the weed remnants, even angrier than that time she got swallowed by a ginormous gummy worm. Except this time it was a fence row of weeds with thorns, but it didn’t matter. They had wronged her and they were going to pay. 

So with her ears perked to the sound of Atreyu’s “When Two Are One”, Hazel took off running down the fence row ripping the bushes out of the ground left and right with her large toothy maw – the smell of honeysuckle wafting through the air and the colorful blooms of destroyed flowers catching in the wind as Hazel romped somewhat happily around getting pleasure from all the destruction and quiet chaos that was being had out in the middle of The Pines. And by the time she had reached the end of the song, Hazel lay in a field of destruction, panting, with blood speckled fur covered in pollen, grass, and the mauled remainder of the Swallowthorn.

“Well, I was very curious as to how you would handle those Swallowthorns, Hazel. But you took care of them quite nicely. I think that deserves a little something extra.” Ms. Betty had slowly approached Hazel with the same warm smile she held earlier when she had offered the girl the lemonade, but this time, she had a plate full of raw meat that she sat down in front of the large lupine creature giving her a loving scratch on the head, “Such a good girl.” Taking the praise and nuzzling her way into the side of Ms. Betty gently, the large beast consumed her treat taking in the setting sun.

It was a hard day’s work for both Hazel and her devil, but as the ambers and oranges faded into the soon-to-be starry purples and blues, the animal yawned and rested its head just enjoying nature not in any rush to get back to her human form anytime soon, especially when you had good company like Ms. Betty by your side.

[skyward-floored]

Heard you wanted Zelink

I offer you this

Feel free to ignore if you want this kinda got long lol

Hope you have a good day 😊

~~~~

“Hey. ‘S been a while since you passed out after a portal.” He says upon noticing Four’s eyes open.

“Has it now?” Four mutters, rubbing his eyes.

Standing, he offers the smith a hand. But Four’s not even paying attention, looking at the snowy dusting on the ground, the flakes falling gently from the sky.

Four smiles.

Not just a smile, it’s a giddy grin showing his teeth, eyes brighter than the snow around them.

Then he’s on his feet, sprinting through the gates even as he slips on ice and bursts through the castle doors.

“Uh…”

Time smiles, heading after him.

They all follow, making hushed bets under their breaths.

Then Four tears past them in the opposite direction, screaming, a young woman chasing behind him and shouting threats even as she laughs. Snow drips off of her face.

Time laughs, shaking his head. They follow again, now blatantly making bets.

“She’s gonna kick his ass. Fifty rupees.”

“No way am I taking that bet-”

“I’ll take it!”

“Don’t, he doesn’t have the money.”

Laughter.

“A yellow rupee says that she kicks his ass then they have a make out session.”

A scoff.

“The Smith? No way.”

“He’s like, sixteen! Hormonal teenager!”

“As far as we know he’s twenty!”

“No way in hell is he twenty!”

“He’s gone to a bar and got alcohol, he can’t be under twenty.”

“Oh, like anyone waits until they’re actually twenty to drink.”

“Boys, boys. Enough.” Time says, then grins mischievously. “That yellow rupee plus a purple one that that make out session is how they get together.”

They watch Four burst out the castle doors, laughing in a way that they’ve never heard from him before, pleading for mercy as a girl who has to be Zelda follows him out and screams for him to get back here.

~~~~

On the castle grounds, Dot continues her chase of him. A laugh tears from his throat as he slips on a patch of ice, and she makes a lunging tackle that sends them both to the ground.

Him on his back in the snow, still laughing as snow falls on his face, her landing painfully on his stomach.

He swears he’s never felt more alive.

“Sorry!” She laughs, moving to look at him.

Not climbing off of him.

“Are you ok?”

He nods, still laughing too hard to reply properly. He didn’t even realize how much he missed her.

She laughs again then, neither of them moving at all.

Snow dusts her hair, little drops of water clinging to her eyelashes. Her cheeks are bright red from the cold, or possibly the snow he threw in her face. Definitely not from their rather awkward position. Nope. Definitely not. It’s because her face is cold.

Her blue eyes find his hazel ones, and everything else disappears. It all seems natural in a way that nothing else does.

He leans up on an elbow as she leans down. They both pause. “I missed you.” She whispers.

“I missed you more.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

It’s not so much a kiss as they’re both laughing still, but they make it work.

And then they make it work better when she climbs off of him and he sits up.

For a second, she is the only real thing in this world. The only relevant thing in life.

Then one of his friends whistles loudly, and they spring apart. He feels his ears flushing as he lays back on the ground, tugging his mitten off to give them a middle finger. Dot’s laughter makes it worth the merciless teasing he’s going to get for this.

~~~~

“I could be beheaded for this.” He laughs, knowing it would never happen. From the look Dot shoots him, she knows it’d never happen too.

“If you don’t want to-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

And he tugs his boots and over tunic off, sitting next to her on the bed.

“Somehow, I thought this would be less awkward,” she says finally, laying down.

He laughs. “Thought about this a lot?”

“Link!”

But she’s laughing, throwing an arm around him when he lays down too.

He wraps an arm around her, too, pulling her closer when she nestles up to his chest.

For- for warmth. Of course.

“Relax, Link, we’re fine.” She says softly.

Right. They’re fine. She’s fine, he’s fine, that’s all that matters right now.

So he nods, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

“Yeah. Good night.”

He feels her smile. “G’night.”

~~~~

“Good morning.” He says softly, pausing the little braid he’s been making in her hair.

Dot’s green eyes look up at him, blearily and half asleep. He smiles.

She manages a sleepy grin.

“Don’t stop.” She says softly, closing her eyes again and shifting closer to him.

So he resumes the tiny braid, then starts another one.

She’s got seventeen and a half tiny braids in her hair by the time a guard knocks on her door and wakes her up for a meeting at court.

“I have to go.” She mumbles, making no move whatsoever to get up.

“I know.” He says softly, finishing the tiny braid. Eighteen. His fingers itch to start another one.

“Maybe the princess has taken ill today.”

Screw it. He starts braid number nineteen.

“With a terrible headache, right?”

“And horrible stomach pain.” She smiles.

“That would look horribly suspicious.” He muses. “She spends the night with her friend and then she’s mysteriously taken ill the next day.”

With a long sigh, she shifts slightly. He lets her go reluctantly.

“A maid will be here soon. I don’t know if you want to leave or not, but it’s up to you.”

He sighs, sitting up too and climbing off the bed. “I’ll go.” He sighs. He really doesn’t need any more rumors about him going around.

“How long will court take?”

She pauses, thinking. “It’s a simple petition case, someone who’s jailed is asking for another look at his case. It should be rather short.”

“Alright.” He yawns, pulling his boots on and then his tunic. She sits next to him, gently nudging his face so he looks at her.

Her hands cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing the dark circles under his eyes.

“I’m fine.” He says softly. “I know they look bad but-”

“What happened?” She asks quietly, fingers now tracing down his cheek.

“Just… long nights.” He shrugs. “On the ground, early mornings, hard fights… it’s… exhausting.”

“Did you sleep last night?”

He shrugs awkwardly. “Yeah, a little.”

She offers him a small smile.

“It’s not even the worst part of this… adventure.” He mutters.

“Don’t tell me that.” Dot says, eyes snapping open to look at him again.

He forces a laugh, and she relaxes.

“The worst part is being away from you, of course.” He says, smiling.

She smiles back, shaking her head.

Then it fades, and she’s leaning towards him and he’s leaning towards her and their foreheads touch briefly.

“I wish…”

She’s so close to him that her lips gently brush his with the words he really can’t focus on.

The door bursts open without warning, and they spring apart with a jolt. But not before the suddenly very sheepish maid saw them.

Dot laughs nervously, covering her face with her hands. He groans, half laughing too.

So much for no rumors.

~~~~

He makes it about halfway through the day solely off of caffeine. Not sleeping is much easier when you’re moving all day.

But when he’s laying around, reading or talking to people? Yeah, they notice quickly when he starts dozing off doing random things.

“Four.” Legend says after he jolts himself awake for the fifth time and rubs his eyes. “Go to sleep.”

“ ‘m fine.” He mumbles, eyes drooping again.

“Didn’t sleep well? Figured you would, you’re home after all.”

“Yeah… guess that’s the problem.” He mutters, leaning his head on Legend’s shoulder.

The vet frowns at him.

He shrugs awkwardly, eyes closing. “It sucks being here knowing I’ll just have to leave again.”

“Oh.” Leg says understandingly, nodding.

But before he can respond, someone comes in and says the king’s summoning him.

And the king asks him to do a few things before he leaves.

And despite how he really doesn’t want to… he agrees.

Because he’s the hero, dammit, he does whatever is asked of him. Despite quitting being a knight years ago, he still does whatever his king pleases.

With a long sigh, he goes to try to find Dot, but she’s not in the library or her room.

And then he’s exhausted.

He doesn’t bother with the other things he was going to do, just flops down on Dot’s bed even though she isn’t in here and lets his eyes drift closed.

Five minutes, he tells himself. Five minutes he’ll let himself rest and then he’ll get up and go deal with whatever it was the king told him to do.

Next thing he knows, a door clicks quietly and he’s groggily forced into awareness.

“Shh, sorry, go back to sleep.” Someone says softly.

Gentle hands rub his back lightly, a blanket being placed over him.

He can't even protest, body pulling him back into sleep as whoever sits next to him on the bed.

Next time, it’s with gentle fingers ruffling his hair, soft humming coming from the person next to him.

Dot.

He shifts slightly to look up at her, smiling sleepily when she looks at him. She smiles back.

He shifts closer to her, blinking groggily as she wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” She whispers.

“Mhm.” He mumbles, eyes closing again. “How was court?”

“Oh, it was terrible. The criminal was accused of stealing from a shop, several witnesses saw him and the shop owner- all of them testified. And the man still pleads innocent. An absolute mess.” She sighs.

“Sounds awful.”

She laughs. “I can’t complain. You’re out there traveling through time and risking your life, and here I am complaining about having to sit in court.”

“No, no. Court is awful. I’d rather go on seven more adventures than sit through court. You have to do it once a week. I think you’re the true hero of this era.”

She laughs. “Maybe you’re right. I should go on your quest for you, you can stay here and go to court.”

“Hylia above, I’d rather die.”

She laughs suddenly, uncontrollably.

And Hylia above he’s in love with her.

The realization snaps through him like electricity, making him jolt and look up at her.

She pauses, too, smile fading. “You ok?”

He blinks. Nods, shaking himself out of it. “Yeah, of course.” He smiles again.

Takes a slow breath when she smiles, too. He can’t tell her now, now when he’s about to leave again.

But he will, someday.

When he’s back for good.

~~~~

“Let’s go outside!” She whispers excitedly, poking him.

“”It’s like… three in the morning.” He mumbles groggily, sitting up even as he says it.

She could ask him to lasso the moon for her and he’d find a way to do it.

“It snowed.”

That gets him up.

Grinning, pulling a warm cloak on over his pajamas, shoving boots onto his feet, following her outside.

It’s tradition for them to have a snowball fight the first time there’s enough snow on the ground.

Ever since they were… six, maybe seven.

So that’s exactly what they do- hurl snowballs at each other until the sun is rising and they’re both breathless and laughing in the light of the morning.

She beams, cheeks flushed with the cold and snow in her hair and she’s never looked more beautiful.

I’m in love with you, he wants to say.

Almost says it, when she meets his eyes and smiles. For a second, he’s brave enough to do it.

And then the moment passes, he takes too long and he just flicks a bit of snow in her face as if that was his plan. She throws her head back and laughs, scooping up a handful of snow.

“Hey!” He protests quickly, backing away.

She throws it at him.

He ducks away from it, sticking his tongue out at her when it misses.

Makes one of his own when she throws another at him, missing by a large margin but they’re both laughing too hard to care.

Laughing too hard to talk, just throwing snow at each other frantically.

Oh well.

He has all the time in the world to tell her.

~~~~

WAH ANON??? you can’t just sneak up out of nowhere and drop this in my inbox I’m yelling this is so CUTE THEIR SNOWBALL FIGHT AAAAAH THANK YOU 💖💚💖

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: The siblings are fighting again! We love to see it! -Danny Words: 2,174 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Look After You' -by The Fray

XXIII: You're Not Just Wrong, You're Stupid

Ephialtes bursts into Greek fire flames the moment she gets out of reach. Ara crawls out from her hiding spot to see what Percy and Jason did to the other giant: They trapped him in the lake, unable to reform.

Ara walks up to the boys and checks to see if they're injured. "Well done, you two."

"Same," Jason nods. "You look tired."

"Oh, I'm extremely nauseous," Ara smiles.

Hedge's cheerful screaming makes them look up at the ship and Ara's happy to see Leo, Hazel, and Frank are all on board. Percy looks back at Baccus. "Well? Was that entertaining enough for you, you wine-breathed little—"

"No need for that." The god shows up at their side making Ara jump. "I have decided you are worthy partners for this combat."

"Partners?" Jason scowls. "You did nothing!"

Bacchus ignores them and walks up to Otis first, hitting his head with the pinecone of his staff and dissolving the giant into gold dust. Then he walks over to Ephialtes, who is too disoriented and hurt to fight back.

Baccus raises his staff and the ghosts around the arena incite him to kill the giant, to which he pleasantly complies by lightly touching Ephialtes's nose with the tip of the pinecone.

"Amazing," Ara says dryly.

"That, my friends, is a show!" The god states proudly. "And of course I did something. I killed two giants!"

"We're so thankful," Ara continues with the sarcasm. "Overcome with glee."

"Well," Bacchus smiles. "That was fun. You have my permission to continue your voyage."

"Your permission?" Percy scowls.

"Yes. Although your voyage may be a little harder than you expect, son of Neptune."

"Poseidon," Percy replies out of habit. "What do you mean about my voyage?"

"You might try the parking lot behind the Emmanuel Building," the god smirks. "Best place to break through. Now, good-bye, my friends. And, ah, good luck with that other little matter."

He glances at Ara before disappearing in a grape-smelling purple cloud. Jason rushes over to Piper and Nico, who are making their way to them.

"Was that Dionysus?" Hedge asks them. "I love that guy!"

Ara wants to say a few things that are very unlovable about the guy, but Leo tackles her in a bear hug before she can. "Oh gods, I thought I would never see you again!"

"What?"

"You're alive!" Percy exclaims when Hazel and Frank approach. "The giants said you were captured. What happened?"

"What?" Ara asks again, looking at her boyfriend.

"Oh, just another brilliant plan by Leo Valdez," he says. "You'd be amazed what you can do with an Archimedes sphere, a girl who can sense stuff underground, and a weasel."

"I was the weasel," Frank sighs.

"What?" Ara repeats a third time. "I'm sorry—what?"

"Basically," Leo keeps his arm around her. "I activated a hydraulic screw with the Archimedes device—which is going to be awesome once I install it in the ship, by the way. Hazel sensed the easiest path to drill to the surface. We made a tunnel big enough for a weasel, and Frank climbed up with a simple transmitter that I slapped together. After that, it was just a matter of hacking into Coach Hedge's favorite satellite channels and telling him to bring the ship around to rescue us. After he got us, finding you was easy, thanks to that godly light show at the Colosseum."

"You're so smart," Ara replies with a mix of adoration and hurt. She's gonna miss him.

Leo smiles at her. "I do my best, doll."

"Where's Annabeth?" Percy asks anxiously.

Leo makes a face. "Yeah, about that... She's still in trouble, we think. Hurt, broken leg, maybe—at least according to this vision Gaea showed us. Rescuing her is our next stop."

Ara's glad she got to see everyone again one last time, but now comes the not-fun part of this quest.

"Tell me about the vision," Percy urges Leo. "Tell me everything."

"Let's talk on board," Hazel glances down nervously at the disintegrating planks below their feet. "We'd better take off while we still can." 

Ara walks forward but Leo doesn't let go of her, and it's not like he hasn't been clingy before, but he keeps looking at her as if fearing she'll vanish. 

"Leo," she asks, feeling the waves of anxiety coming from him. "What happened?"

"You used the fortune cookie?" Ara whispers with apprehension.

Leo glances at her with a pout then goes back to his monitor. "The other option was dying, so you see why I had no choice."

Ara hopes he's joking, but even then she can't laugh. "You're not being funny."

"Don't make me feel worse," he looks up again with desperation.

Ara feels guilty, Leo probably wasn't meant to die today, but if he's willing to make such a huge sacrifice just to be reunited with her... ironically, that makes Leo a threat to their survival.

She loves him to pieces, and she'd love to have more time with him, but not at the expense of others, and not to the extent he wants. It's alarming, she's realizing just now that perhaps diving head-first into this relationship wasn't the right call at all.

"You saved us from the giants, but you using the fortune cookie feels like a confirmation of something terrible... Of one of my nightmares."

Leo stays still and looks into her eyes, so unlike him. "That doesn't sound good."

Ara can't cut the line that ties them together, but she can stretch it to stop the sparks that ignite malign fires every time they get too close. She regrets giving in so easily when she met him. 

The girl lowers her voice, looking over Leo's shoulder to make sure Frank isn't listening. "Listen, about my prophecy—"

Frank interrupts them. "I think I found it!"

"There it is!" Leo's focus returns to the quest as he leads the ship to the new coordinates. "Frank, you're amazing! I'm setting course."

"I just read the name off the screen. Some Chinese tourist marked it on Google Maps," Frank shrugs humbly.

"He reads Chinese." Leo informs them with a huge smile.

"Just a tiny bit," Frank clarifies.

"How cool is that?" Leo insists.

Ara watches the boys carefully, it seems these few quests together were exactly what they needed to make peace, and now Leo is even hyping Frank up.

"Guys," Hazel says. "I hate to interrupt your admiration session, but you should hear this."

She helps Nico to his feet, and he starts talking fraily. "Thank you. I'd given up hope."

His eyes are fixed on Ara and Percy, both with the same scowl. "You knew about the two camps all along," Percy points out. "You could have told me who I was the first day I arrived at Camp Jupiter, but you didn't."

Nico's shoulders fall in shame. "Percy, I'm sorry. I discovered Camp Jupiter last year. My dad led me there, though I wasn't sure why. He told me the gods had kept the camps separate for centuries and that I couldn't tell anyone. The time wasn't right. But he said it would be important for me to know..."

He has a coughing fit and Hazel keeps him upright, which Ara hates, because now she doesn't have the heart to be mean to him. "Well, good for you for being an obedient son..." she mumbles grumpily.

"I—I thought Dad meant because of Hazel," Nico continues weakly. "I'd need a safe place to take her. But now... I think he wanted me to know about both camps so I'd understand how important your quest was, and so I'd search for the Doors of Death."

"Did you find the doors?" Percy inquires.

Nico makes a face. "I was a fool. I thought I could go anywhere in the Underworld, but I walked right into Gaea's trap. I might as well have tried running from a black hole."

"Um... What kind of black hole are you talking about?" Frank hesitates.

"Tartarus," Ara says. "He got dragged into Tartarus, the absolute idiot. You could've asked me to go with you—"

"You wouldn't have listened," he says resentfully.

Ara wants to argue, but Nico's not wrong. She would've thought it was an impossible quest, and she would've tried to find an easier, faster solution. But after all she's heard and seen, she knows there is none.

"Nico told me that the Doors of Death have two sides," Hazel adds. "One in the mortal world, one in the Underworld. The mortal side of the portal is in Greece. It's heavily guarded by Gaea's forces. That's where they brought Nico back into the upper world. Then they transported him to Rome."

"Where exactly in Greece is this doorway?" Piper asks.

"The House of Hades," Nico replies. "It's an underground temple in Epirus. I can mark it on a map. The mortal side isn't the problem, though..."

"Tartarus is," Percy replies with a grim expression. "The deepest part of the Underworld."

"They pulled me into the pit, Percy," Nico tries to be strong, but the memories overwhelm him. "The things I saw down there..."

"No mortal has ever been to Tartarus," Hazel gives her brother a worried glance. "At least, no one has ever gone in and returned alive. It's the maximum-security prison of Hades, where the old Titans and the other enemies of the gods are bound. It's where all monsters go when they die on the earth. It's... well, no one knows exactly what it's like."

"Now I understand why Hades hasn't been able to close the doors," Nico leans into his sword when Hazel hands it back. "Even the gods don't go into Tartarus. Even the god of death, Thanatos himself, wouldn't go near that place."

Leo frowns. "So let me guess. We'll have to go there."

"It's impossible," Nico winces. "I'm the son of Hades, and even I barely survived. Gaea's forces overwhelmed me instantly. They're so powerful down there... no demigod would stand a chance. I almost went insane."

"Then we'll sail for Epirus," Percy concludes. "We'll just close the gates on this side."

"I wish it were that easy," Nico responds. "The doors would have to be controlled on both sides to be closed. It's like a double seal. Maybe, just maybe, all seven of you working together could defeat Gaea's forces on the mortal side, at the House of Hades. But unless you had a team fighting simultaneously on the Tartarus side, a team powerful enough to defeat a legion of monsters in their home territory—"

Ara feels her temperature drop even though it's a summer day. This is how she'll die, jumping into the pit even if it costs her everything. She'll meet Mike's fate, trying to stop the monsters from reaching her loved ones. It's a fitting death, it might be the end of her prophecy, and Leo's curse.

"There has to be a way," Jason presses.

"I've got a plan," Ara blurts out.

"What?" Percy scowls. "We just found out about all this."

"I already knew it," she admits. "I've been having dreams, and they all relate to this. I've made my choice, it's all sorted out."

"Wait a minute," Leo intervenes, making a time-out gesture. "Ara, what do you mean?"

She tries to look less frightened than she is. Everything is calculated, she convinces herself, Ara can't let Leo or Percy mess with it, it could ruin their chances. "It's the fortune cookie. It has to be me, I can't let any of you be the answer."

"Ara, you suck at planning," Percy reminds her. "Don't try anything without consulting us first."

"I'm the General," Ara changes the subject knowing it'll shift the attention away from her. "Besides, Annabeth's in danger, why don't you focus on that?"

Percy walks over to the handrail to peer down. "We'll figure out the Tartarus problem later—Is that the Emmanuel Building?"

"Bacchus said something about the parking lot in back? Well, there it is," Leo points, still eyeing Ara with worry. "What now?"

"We have to get her out," Percy replies like it's obvious.

"Well, yeah," Leo tilts his head. "But, uh... There's a parking lot in the way."

Percy and Ara share a look. "Bacchus said something about breaking through..."

"Coach?" Ara says. "Charge the ballista."

He gives them a devilish grin. "I thought you'd never ask."

 Ara has filled her T-Rex bag with all the good stuff: First-aid kit, nectar, ambrosia, and even two packs of food. It isn't enough, but it's all she can carry in her stupid bag. She's taking the T-Rex because it's been with her longer than the Octopi, so it feels like a good luck charm. She's put Lily's dagger in it as well, she'll need it if she wants to survive.

They bust open the parking lot ground and she takes cover near the control boards, nudging Leo's arm. "If Annabeth found the statue, you have to bring it into the ship!"

"Got it! Don't do anything rash while I'm at it!" Leo replies quickly. "I don't care what Nemesis says, she can't have you!"

"This is bigger than us!" she presses. "Percy will take Annabeth, and I'll do the rest. You, Jason, and Frank take the statue—the last lines of my prophecy, Leo..." She makes a face. "I don't have enough time to explain, you have to trust me!"

He isn't happy about it, but they have no time to argue. "Just come back to me, Arae."

She pulls him in for a quick kiss. "Good luck."

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER FOUR: SUSPICIONS

Broken up deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry behind these hazel eyes- Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE MENTIONED

*Flashback*

"Where the hell have you been?!" Jesse demanded, yanking me inside our house with a vice grip on my wrist. I tried not to react to the pain.

"I-...I just went for a walk, you know, to get some fresh air and um...a bite to eat," I stammered, not meeting his eyes because I knew all too well what I would see in them."What are you doing home so early?"

"I just got a break between meetings so I came to check on you. You were supposed to stay here and write a new song. Did you finish the song?" He asked, staring me down.

I shook my head, looking down."Uhh...no I couldn't come up with-" I was cut off by the back of his hand connecting with my face. The force caused me to stumble backward as I grabbed my cheek.

"I asked for one simple thing. Why can't you just do what I ask?"

"I- I was having writer's block and I thought the fresh air and food would help. I'm sorry."

"Well you better hope it did. Get your ass back in there and write me a song," he snapped, waving toward my music room.

I turned and hurried down the hall, trying to hide the tears beginning to stream down my face. I closed and locked the door of my music room before sinking to the floor and sobbing quietly.

I sat there against the door for what felt like hours. I heard Jesse leave at some point and I barely registered the sun going down outside my window, but I couldn't bring myself to move until I heard the lightsaber sound from my phone.

I grabbed it and looked at my screen.

Hey pizza girl. :) Sorry I would have texted sooner but the guys tackled me for the pizza when I got home and then distracted me with fifa. -Michael

I couldn't help but smile as I texted back.

Pizza Girl? 🤣 -Mia

It was the first thing I thought of okay don't judge me. -Michael

Okay then lol -Mia

Anyway what are you up to? -Michael

Sitting in my music room supposed to be writing a song...-Mia

Is that what was so urgent that you had to leave? -Michael

Um kind of. -Mia

Kind of? -Michael

I'm sort of on a deadline. Clearly the suits don't understand how song writing works. -Mia

Haha tell me about it. Especially with everything else we deal with as artists. -Michael

Exactly! -Mia

Well hey I could help you with your song if you want. -Michael

You already are helping. :) -Mia

I am? How? -Michael

Talking to him had made me think of earlier today and how fun it was to spend time with him. His smile had brightened my whole day, his big green eyes were even more beautiful in person and I had unintentionally noticed that he had some very light freckles around his nose that weren't super visible at first but were ridiculously cute. He was also very kind and sweet and I really wanted to know him more as a person. I'd only spent a little bit of time with him today, but Michael Clifford had made an impact on me.

Of course I couldn't just say that to him, though.

You'll just have to wait and see when the song comes out. ;) -Mia

Wow really? You're gonna play it like that? - Michael

Yep. ;) -Mia

Come onnnn just tell meee -Michael

No. -Mia

Pretty please? -Michael

Nope. -Mia

Fiiiinnee I guess I'll wait. -Michael

Good boy. *pats your head* -Mia

😂😂 -Michael

Anyway, it's late and we have a meeting with management in the morning so I probably should go to bed now. But hopefully you and I can hang out again soon? -Michael

Yeah hopefully soon. Goodnight Michael. :) -Mia

Goodnight:) -Michael

I set my phone down and jotted down the ideas I had before falling asleep on my little couch by the window. I finished the song over the span of the next day.

Jesse came back around dinner time and did his usual "I'm sorry, I love you, I'll stop" routine. He was also happy to hear the song was done. All I could do was just smile and make him dinner like nothing ever happened.

MICHAEL P.O.V

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I mumbled a few profanities and shut off my alarm before rolling out of bed. I trudged out to the hallway and got into the usual morning arguments with the guys over the bathrooms while getting ready for our meeting.

Once we had gotten ready and eaten, we piled into our suv and headed to the management office.

I tried to focus on what these suits were saying but on top of my pre-existing focus issues, I couldn't stop thinking about Mia. The way she'd rushed to leave was a little concerning, but there was something about her that drew me in and I'd honestly had the best time with her yesterday...

Suddenly someone shoved my hand out from under my chin, causing me to faceplant into the conference table.

"Ow what the fuck?" I groaned as I glared up at my bandmates.

"The meeting's over, space cadet. Time to come back to Earth," Ashton said as the three of them laughed.

I looked around and noticed the suits were gone. "Oh shit, I didn't realize I zoned out like that. I'm sorry."

"No worries, we'll fill you later," Luke said as I followed them out of the room, "What the hell were you daydreaming about anyway?"

"I don't think we really wanna know the answer to that, mate," Calum said, causing them all to laugh more.

"It's not like that," I said, playfully shoving them as we got in the car.

"So you weren't thinking about a girl then?" Calum asked, wagging his eyebrows at me.

"No-I mean yes, there's a girl but-"

"TOLD YOU! MIKEY'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" Calum yelled, resulting in the guys cracking up laughing again and teasing me.

"GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME TALK. GEEZ." I shouted over the noise.

They must have noticed the undertone of my voice because it didn't take them long to get quiet and look at me.

I explained what happened yesterday to them.

"She sounds amazing, dude. Remind us to thank her for saving you if we ever get to meet her." Ashton said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If I get to see her again," I mumbled.

They looke at me confused.

"Um...well, she has a boyfriend, first of all. She told me about him so we agreed the lunch was just a friend thing as a thank you to her. But then he texted her and she started acting really...I don't know, anxious? She said she had to go and was pretty quick to leave after that. We texted last night and she seemed okay, though so I don't know if I'm just tripping or not." I elaborated.

"Did she say why she was in such a hurry to leave?" Ashton asked.

"She told me last night over text that she was on a deadline to write a song," I answered.

"Maybe she was just stressed over that then?" Luke suggested.

I shrugged. "I mean, it's possible. But it was her boyfriend that texted her, not a suit, so that's weird right?"

"What if he knew about the deadline and reminded her?" Calum said.

"Maybe. I don't know," I said.

We didn't get a chance to talk anymore about it at the moment because we got home and had other band stuff to do.

Mia and I kept texting off and on though and over the next few weeks we actually did manage to spend time together. We mostly spent time at the pizza place, arcades or a park we found that we liked. She was very funny and bubbly and I really enjoyed being around her, though I started to get a little more concerned about her the more we hung out.

I started noticing little things that worried me. Like every so often when she thought I wasn't paying attention, her beautiful hazel eyes flitted around like she was looking for danger or something. She never wanted to go to her house and always insisted we meet somewhere. I asked her if she was okay a few times and she always played it off like everything was fine but I could tell she was putting up a front.

I mean, it wasn't like she was cheating on her boyfriend with me or anything. We both made it abundantly clear that we were just friends on a couple occasions so I was confused as to what the hell was going on. But, I was absolutely captivated by her and I had a gut feeling that I that I needed to stay close to her...

@jetblackbritt13

[sepdet]

These are too new for a GenXer except Sailor Moon, so I'm gonna take you back — to 1991, the heyday of niche "lesbian slice of life" comic Dykes to Watch For.

That was also when @neil-gaiman gave us Sandman's trans Wanda and lesbian couple Hazel & Foxglove, as well as minor queer characters (plus the Endless) before them.

In 1991-92, Star Trek: The Next Generation made a couple of daring-for-the-time attempts to tackle LGBTQ+ issues by proxy. Both used Roddenberry's trick of dodging censors by "resolving" the situation in a way that leaves all but the more bigoted and oblivious viewers dissatisfied and pondering.

EG the Trill first appear in The Host (their look altered in DS9) in order to give Beverly a body-swapping love interest. It doesn't work out:

CRUSHER: Perhaps it is a human failing, but we are not accustomed to these kinds of changes. I can't keep up. How long will you have this host? What would the next one be? I can't live with that kind of uncertainty. Perhaps, someday, our ability to love won't be so limited.

KAREEL: I understand.

CRUSHER: Odan, I do love you. Please remember that.

(Kareel takes Beverly's hand and kisses her wrist)

KAREEL: I will never forget you.

(From Chrissy's transcripts. I had forgotten that Beverly doesn't say she feels differently now that he's a she, but that humans struggle with physical fluidity. I don't recall discussion of gender identity so much as "alternative sexualities" at the time, even in my queer-friendly college, but maybe that was my own ignorance.)

That kiss was Kind of a Big Deal, sold by McFadden's conflicted expression. Like the Kirk/Uhura kiss, it was enough to earn hate mail from scandalized viewers while others thought that's kind of hawt the lady doth protest too much "Oh come on, Bev!" and may have reexamined their own attitudes.

TNG tried again with the clunky 1992 story, "The Outcast," featuring a species that's done away with concepts of gender and finds them sexually deviant. Of course, Riker's love interest self-identifies as female, which puts her in danger from her race's legal system and bigotry in ways he doesn't fully comprehend.)

Note that TNG was often the first LGBTQ+ rep our parents saw, with us watching them.

Meanwhile, fansubs of 1987-88 Vampire Princess Miyu (both male and female queer characters) were trickling in from overseas. And I only just realized that behind the Japanese mythology, Miyu was reimagining Hollywood's classic Lesbian Vampire trope. 😅)

In 1989, Doctor Who kept giving Ace a Captain Kirk style "girlfriend of the week," but it wasn't clear the production team knew that's what they were doing. The writer of the final story confirmed she absolutely did do it on purpose — and she made Ace's girlfriend a furry! However, she had to sneak it past the censors via hints and coding.

It wasn't until Revolutionary Girl Utena (1996-1998, fansubs trickling across by 1999) that I saw the real deal: a star-crossed lesbian romance (and every kind of AO3 warning and ship).

That said, we all knew in the mid-90s that Xena and Gabrielle were a couple — it wasn't so much queerbaiting as censor-baiting ("What transparently flimsy plot justification can we use so they'll let us get away with THIS?")

So I nominate Xena/Gabi for the "HOW COULD YOU FORGET?" option.

[gdiwes]

I may have a little drawing of best girl Fauna, as a treat. 

[kayleighjennifer]

Caught (Alexia Putellas x reader)

⚠️smut implied⚠️

Today was the day, you’re travelling to Australia for the second World cup match. Everyone was pumping and excited. Music was blasting through the bus while you sat in the back, chatting with your girlfriend. Alexia was, of course, sad that she’d miss playing internationally again but being able to watch you play lifted her mood.

“Aww what are you smiling at?” Katie McCabe, your twin sister asks you as she slides next to you. The girls didn’t know about your relationship. Even thought Alexia was the reason for your transfer from Arsenal, leaving your friends and twin sister behind, you decided to keep it private.

Some were guessing that you’re in a relationship but you shrugged everyone off. You feel bad lying to your family but you know how they’d react. Katie didn’t exactly dislike Alexia, but the fact how good the balon d’or winner is, made Katie jealous.

You put your phone away and just shrug. “Just saw a meme about Rue and you, you know”. Katie and you were completely opposites. You were a ray of sunshine, nice to everyone, never loosing your temper and only having clean tackles somehow. Katie on the other hand could seem a wee bit arrogant to strangers and of course short tempered.

“Are you sure, or are you chatting with the girl you laid a few days ago”. Katie smirks as she watch you blush. “Uh what?” It was no secret that you were sleeping with someone, your neck was often decorated with hickeys and you’d sweat the concealer off during training but you thought you did a pretty decent job.

“Don’t act all innocent now. You weren’t exactly quiet and she definitely left some marks. Not gonna lie, I always thought you’d be a top but you know those bruises on your legs and hips say something different”. By now you were nearly red like a tomato. “I’m sorry”.

Besides both of you, Katie was the outgoing and confident one and you the quiet one, often watching from far and only being loud around people you feel comfortable with. “Don’t say sorry, you deserve some fun, but try not to get HIV or something with how many people you sleep with”. Katie’s comment make you choke out.

She finally leaves you alone and you quickly tell your girlfriend about the situation, who seems very amused about the situation. You play some music to focus on the important game but one message from La Reina leaves you completely aroused and flustered. “Katie will have some more marks to talk about tomorrow. She’ll see how you let me do everything to do and how much of a dirty slut you are for me<3”

Ruesha sees the way you’re looking at your phone and nudges Katie. “Look at the way your little baby twin looks at her phone. She’s definitely sexting with someone”. Katie looks over to you and sees your grin. “Yep, we gotta find out with whom. She still thinks that we think, that she’s just sleeping around. Do you think it’s someone from Barcelona?” Ruesha looks at Katie and nods.

“Probably, but we’ll find out soon. I have a plan”

When you finally step out onto the pitch, you don’t feel nervous. You feel ready to win the first match and haven’t been more motivated in your whole life before. It might be because of the love of your life who’s watching you from the family stands. You wanted to make not only her proud, but also yourself.

You start warming up with the others, enjoying the weather and the phenomenal atmosphere. You’ve never played in front of that many people internationally. During water break, you search for Alexia’s hazel eyes. The world seems to stay still when you lock eyes with her. You don’t notice how Katie and Rue exchange knowing looks, but are not able to find the person, who’s making your heart jump every time you feel her presence.

“Attention, you’re drooling”. Rue smirks next to you, making you blush. “shut up, I’m not”.

You make your way into the locker room, starting to get a bit nervous. Katie hugs you and tries to calm you down. After prep talk and changing into the right tricot you’re standing in the tunnel.

You try to loosen up a little bit and secure your ponytail for the thousand time. “We’ll smash it”. Katie smirks.

The first 20 minutes were intense. Hard tackles from both sides and no goals. You feel everyone getting frustrated but you somehow remind calm.

It was in the 34th minutes when Katie beautifully passes you the ball and you’re one vs one with the Australian goalkeeper. You were sure that you would get the ball in, but the goalkeeper had other plans, sliding into your left ankle.

She lands on top of you, knocking the wind out of your body. Thankfully nothing serious happened, besides Ireland getting a penalty. In your past year with Barcelona you’ve become one of the best penalty takers so you took the one as well.

You feel all eyes on you but only focus on the ball and the goal. You lock eyes with the goalkeeper, breath in and out and shoot the ball into the right corner. The Australian goalkeeper doesn’t have a single chance against your shot.

Your teammates storm to you, tightly hugging you. You wink at Alexia and use your tricot to swipe away the sweat, teasing her a little bit.

Much to your dismay, there are many goal chances for your side but no one wants to get in.

It’s half time break, which is spent by prep and tactical talks in the changing rooms and a little bit of joking. Ireland has the most ball possession which makes you feel secure.

The second half isn’t any different, your goal being the only one this game. You feel incredibly proud, being able to represent your country like this. All the self doubt from the last years suddenly vanishing, all the pain feeling worth it. You party a bit with the girls, thanking the fans for travelling all the way to Australia and doing a quickly post match interview.

You can’t wait to see your girlfriend. You haven’t been able to have sex with Alexia for two days, wanting to be 100% fit for the game. Sex with Alexia was intense and always leaves you trembling.

Just as you were walking into the changing room, your media manager stops you and lets you know, that you have to attend the press conference in twenty minutes. You groan in annoyance but don’t have any chance to say no.

“Gotta attend the press conference, you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll take the bus back to the hotel”. Alexia and you have planned to drive back to the hotel together and celebrate. “No worries, I’ll wait for you cariño. You did amazing, but the next time don’t tease that much;)”. Her message makes you blush. This was your first real relationship, so you mainly let Alexia take the lead and never tease but in the past weeks you’ve become even more comfortable and sassy. “Huh? What are you on about? But I hope you enjoyed the game”

By now all the other girls are in the changing room but you don’t seem to notice them, being completely concentrated on the conversation with the spanish midfielder. “I really did cariño. Can’t wait to show you how much. You will arrive before me, I want you waiting in the baby blue lace set in the bed. You deserve to be celebrated”. You feel all wobbly and happy.

Katie of course sees it and snatches your phone away from you. “Katie! What are you doing? Give me my phone back” You quickly panick and Katie smirks, reading the messages you exchanged. Thankfully Alexia has the sunset with you kissing as her profile picture so you’re not able to see the face. “Oho, Y/N is getting laid guys, in her baby blue lace bra by someone who’s called Corazón. Wait is that even a name?” You blush and hide your face in your hands.

“Corazón means heart in Spanish”. Olivia laughs and Emma just shakes her hand and takes your phone from Katie’s hand and gives it back to you. You quietly thank her and pack your things, escaping to the press conference. “We can just cuddle up and watch some criminal minds if you’re not in the mood” Alexa grows worried that you haven’t answered her yet.

“I’m sorry, Katie snatched my phone and read the messages out loud. Thankfully no one saw that it was you, but it was so embarrassing. I’m up for both<3” You answer her during the press conference, happily smiling.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of your teammates cariño, it wasn’t my intention” Your smile grows wider and you quickly answer. “It’s not your fault. It’s only your fault that I’m very turned on by now and still gotta answer stupid questions instead of being under you”. A reporter’s voice gets your attention. “Why are you smiling at your phone? Is there someone special in your life at the moment?”. These kinds of questions were your least favourite and the others usually knows it.

“My country just won with my goal, so I guess I can smile without having to have a relationship”. You answer shortly and take big sips of your water. Your phone lights up with one of alexia’s texts. “You look so hot when you’re annoyed love”. You bite your lip to contain your smile.

After long 30 minutes, you’re finally free to go and see Alexia in the parking lot. You hug each other for a solid moment, just enjoying each others presence. “You did so great amore”. Alexia says with the heavy accent you love.

You snuggle up to her and smile adoringly at her. “Thank you, did it just for you”. Alexia gives you a kiss into your nose making you giggle. “Oh yeah? Well then get inside so that we can celebrate properly”. You nod and make your way inside the car.

You spend the drive to the hotel talking about the game and the teasing from your teammates. “I’ll drop you off at the hotel. I need to pick something up. And remember what I’ve told you.” Alexia reminds you and you nod, giving her along goodbye kiss.

You were very excited as you make your way upstairs, getting inside your hotel room where you quickly take a shower and change into the lingerie set, Alexia loves so much. You slightly curl your hair and put on some natural makeup.

You were lost in your thoughts about what might happen, so that you don’t notice Alexia arriving. Only when she leaves light kisses on your neck. “God, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. Just for me”. You nod at her, moaning quietly.

You loved the way Alexia made you feel and you love it even more to show it. “I have a present for you. Close your eyes cariño” She says lovingly and you do as you’re told. You feel something cold hit your neck and her hands are lingering on your neck. She turns you around so that you’re facing her. You feel the weight of a necklace on your neck and Alexia presses a kiss on, what you guess, the pendant. “Can I open my eyes” You ask excited, making Alexia laugh.

“Mhm, look at you beautiful”. You blush and turn to the mirror. “Wow, Alexia it’s so beautiful. Thank you so much”. It’s a golden necklace, with a heart pendant. It’s decorated with tiny diamonds and if you look closely, you see that there’s ‘Alexia+Y/N’ engraved. “Open it”.

The Spaniard looks at you excited and you open it. There is the first picture of you two ever took with Nala and on the other side it’s the day and time engraved where you got together.

You feel a tear leaving your face but you don’t care at all. “It’s so pretty. Thank you honestly so much. I have never seen something this beautiful before.” Alexia smiles happily and hugs you from behind.

“Glad that you like it amore”. Alexia suddenly starts to suck on your favourite spot under your ear, definitely leaving a hickey.

You cling onto Alexia’s arms, her action sending shivers down your body. “Mhm, you like it?” You feel the smirk and just nod.

Alexia continues the assault on your body, leaving marks everywhere and telling you every time how pretty you are. You’ve moved to the bed and Alexia lost her clothes on the way to the bed too.

“Alexia please”. You look at her with your puppy eyes, sounding very needy. “What? Should I touch your drenched pussy?” She knows the answer but still wants to hear it from you. “Yes please.” You shakily breathe out. “Your wish is my command”.

With out anymore teasing, Alexia works on your clit, making you a moaning mess. You’re nearly reaching your climax when there’s suddenly a knock on the door. “How’s that?” Alexia asks annoyed and you just shrug, pushing Alexia back onto you.

“I don’t care, the person can come back later”. You start to make out with Alexia again and she starts fingering you. The both of you are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice your sister unlocking the door with the spare keycard you gave her.

“Are you fucking serious Y/N?”. Alexia and you quickly part away as you look at your sister in shook and ashamed that she caught you fucking your Barcelona captain.

“Omg Katie! Have you ever heard something about privacy?” You quickly give Alexia one of your over sized hoodies and put one on yourself.

“You weren’t answering the door but for real Y/N, you and la reina?” You stand next to Alexia, trying to comfort her, or yourself. “Yes and I love her so just shut up alright?” Your voice sounds annoyed.

“For how long?” She asks and this time Alexia answers. “two years. I’m sorry that we never told you but we never found the right time”. You nod in agreement.

“So you’re not just fucking my sister. You’re loving her back right?” Alexia quickly nods. “I love her more than I’ve loved anyone else”. You blush and look down at Alexia.

“Well, I’ll let it go this time because you look good in an Ireland hoodie. But I don’t want to see you guys fuck ever again, alright?” Both of you quickly nod.

[liveliveloak]

Her (Part 1)

Pairing: adult!Neteyam x female human!reader x adult!Lo’ak

A/N: reader does not need a mask to breathe in Pandora because of experiments done to her by the RDA

Lo'ak is 18, Neteyam is 19

Summary: After setting the rest free, Lo'ak and Neteyam head back into the ship to get Spyder. As Neteyam and soldiers exchange gunfire, Spyder jumps off the ship with Lo'ak following shortly behind. Quaritch's daughter was being held captive by her father. As chaos erupts, she attempts her escape as the soldiers are hunting down the Sully family. In the midst of her discreet escape, she spots a soldier aiming his AVR-30 directly at the eldest Sully son. From the metal beam directly above Neteyam and yells at the Navi to move. Seeing Neteyam continuing to shoot, the girl jumps down onto the platform and pushes him off the boat. 

Warnings/notes: NSFW, swearing, slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, love triangle (future)

"Give me that," Neteyam shouts, taking the gun from Lo'ak and shooting down the soldiers that were following the trio. After directing Lo'ak to jump off the boat, Neteyam peaks over the wall and aims at the two soldiers across the deck. Suddenly, he hears a faint voice above him and ignores it, finally pulling the trigger and spraying bullets to take down the remaining avatars. Before he could press the trigger once more, he's tackled off the ship and spots a small frame holding onto him as the two fall into the water. In high alert, he holds his breath and traps the small frame. He observes the human girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes in his embrace. All he could think after his near death experience was one word- beautiful. Her cheeks were adorably puffed as she held her breath, her cheeks rosy from the cold waters surrounding them. Her odd human clothes were drenched and sticking to her skin, and he could see the outline of her breasts through her white shirt that left little to the imagination. However, before he could say anything, he notices a shade of scarlet surrounding them. He scans her from head to toe, and notices a gash above her right shoulder. The bullet had grazed her. 

"That was insane cuz!" Lo'ak exclaims, him and Spyder exchanging wide smiles and sensing Neteyam's presence behind them. He boards his ilu and turns around to face the boat. "Come on bro-" he starts but stops mid-sentence. "Who's that?" he asks, spotting the human girl next to his brother. He glances at her from up-to-down, and when he noticed that she didn't have uniform on or a gun, he was even more confused. He glances at Spyder who just shrugs and says, "I don't know bro." 

Neteyam, acting quickly, picks the girl up and helps her up onto his ilu. "She's shot," the eldest brother asserts. He makes the bond and races to the rock where he sees his father. "Dad we have to help her," Neteyam asserts as he looks at the graze and balances the both of them on his ilu. Jake warily looks at his son before noticing the firm look in his eyes. Without questions, Jake picks up the girl by her waist and lays her down. "Watch her head," Spyder states as he observes her being pulled up onto a flatter surface.

Jake observes the wound, seeing that it was only a graze and she would be fine. He glances at his eldest son who placed a hand under her head and whispered words of comfort. "She's gonna be okay. It's just a graze, but she's losing blood. I'm gonna rip a part of your shirt to cover the wound," he informs her.

She nods, before wincing in pain at the movement. Jake quickly rips off the bottom of her shirt, quickly wrapping it around the wound tightly and apologizing when he notices her flinch.

"Sorry. I have wrap it tight so that you don't lose blood," he apologizes and starts to create a knot that wrapped over the center of the wound. Neteyam, sitting down next to his father, looks at her worriedly. He rests a hand on her cheek in comfort when she groans at the pain.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispers, his mind clouded with guilt and sorrow. He knew that if she didn't push him off the ship, the bullet would have done more than just graze him. He noticed the soldier who had pointed it to him, but in a slight second of panic and unsureness, he continued to shoot instead of withdrawing. Even though he had no idea who she was, he was indebted to her and believed that Ewya had made it so that their paths would cross. 

As Jake finishes wrapping the wound, he informs the girl that it's done and she'll be fine. Relieved yet tired at his words, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 

Tuk, Tsireya, and Kiri hopped onto the rock off of their ilus, Kiri helping Tuk off and observing the stranger that her brother was staring at. 

"Quaritch left. He called his ikran after we took out his soldiers and disappeared," Kiri revealed. 

"We is a stretch," Tsireya laughed. "Kiri singlehandedly took them all out."

"She has super powers now," Tuk joins in, looking at her older sister in awe. Jake looks at his eldest daughter in confusion and opens her mouth to, but is interrupted when Neytiri flies down on her ikran and joins her family.

Looking around, she embraces her children one by one and scans them for injuries. “Thank Ewya for keeping my children safe,” she says in relief. Suddenly, Neytiri spots the unconscious girl and her eldest son who is holding her cheek in deep thought. Neteyam glances at his mother and notices her eyes glazing over in rage and instantly intervenes. “Mom she’s-” he starts.

"Why is that demon here," she cuts him off. She hisses and Jake stands up and embraces his wife.

“I don’t know who she is, but I think she helped our children. Let’s head back and we’ll talk about this when we’re all safe and back home” Jake reasons.

Neytiri looks at him with doubt before sighing and dropping her tense shoulders. She looks at the way Neteyam softly grazed her cheek with his fingers, and the soft look in his eyes. She felt a sense of déjà vu and looked back at her mate, nodding her head. 

Jake nods at Neteyam to help the girl onto his ilu. The group head back to the Metkayina clan in the reefs, and Neteyam repeatedly glances at the unconscious girl who he had strapped in front of him onto his ilu. 

“Bro. Who is she?” Lo’ak asks as him, Spyder, and Neteyam walk on the shore. It had been a day since the battle, and everyone had been too overwhelmed and tired to acknowledge the obvious elephant in the room after facing multiple life or death scenarios.

Jake and Neytiri had witnessed their children being held at gunpoint by Quaritch more times than they can count, and they were just relieved that their family had made it out safely. Neteyam had explained to his father what had happened, stating that she saved his life.  

The human girl that their son had insisted they helped was not in the clear, but she did not seem to be a direct threat. Jake assessed her form, concluding that she could not have been older than his children and her lack of uniform, avatar, and weapons made her visibly harmless.

She had been resting ever since they had returned to the reef and could not bring herself to question where she was and where she would go.

She was usually curious and loud, fascinated by Pandora and had only ever seen the forest Navis. Her curiosity and outspokenness meant that she would ask those questions eventually, but now she just wanted to rest.

Neteyam checked up on her frequently, hoping that she would be feeling better and speak to him. However, every time he entered her tent, she would turn over and pretend to be asleep. 

Now, he was walking with his little brother and Spyder on the beach and reflecting on the events of the previous day. “I don’t know, but she saved my life,” Neteyam replies, sitting down on the sand and glancing at his little brother who sits and looks at him in confusion.

“One of Quaritch’s soldiers had a direct shot at me. I should’ve withdrew instead of firing but I hesitated and suddenly, I’m tackled and falling into the sea.”

Lo’ak nods and stares off into the ocean in thought, glancing back at his brother and grateful that he was here and alive. The reality that he could’ve lost his Neteyam struck him and he realized that although he wanted to get Spyder back, it was not worth risking his family. 

Trying to lighten the mood, Lo’ak suddenly laughs causing Neteyam and Spyder to turn their heads to him. 

“She’s hot” Lo’ak smirks. Neteyam thumps the back of his head muttering a quick “idiot” before standing back up. Internally, he agreed but would never admit it to his baby brother. 

“Hey,” a small voice says from behind them, and Neteyam quickly whips around and spots the girl who had been hibernating for the past twenty-four hours. He notices the gauze on her shoulder that Norm and Max had placed when they flew in, and her new clothes which he guessed they had also given her. 

“Hey,” Neteyam replies, stepping forward and glancing down at her tiny frame. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything” he rushes, glancing over her wound once more and checking for injuries. He finally holds her sides and gazes down at her. Lo’ak gave a knowing look to Spyder who quietly laughed. 

“I’m okay,” she says, shyly looking away from his intense gaze and looking at the other Navi and human. Lo’ak winks at her, causing her to look at him in shock and turn her head back to Neteyam. 

Neteyam notices her discomfort, taking her hand and leading her to his family’s tent which was completely empty. 

The two sit in silence before Neteyam speaks up. “Thank you… for what you did. I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for you. I’m Neteyam by the way,” he introduces himself. The girl looks back at him and softly smiles in response, her head still spinning with thoughts of what would happen now. “Neteyam,” she repeats. “I’m Y/N.”

His heart skipped a beat at her saying his name and he touches her hand, staring into her hazel orbs that were filled with confusion. He found himself wishing that he could take that wariness and fear away. He couldn’t deny how beautiful she was. He hated her human clothes for covering her form and wished that he could simply take his knife and cut off the restricting material. The night before, he found himself filled with desire thinking about how her breasts had looked through her wet shirt. He ended up having to sneak out of the tent late at night, his manhood hard and showing no sign of going back down. His dream prior to awakening that night was even more explicit, and he found himself wondering how it would sound if she moaned his name. As he sat behind a tree far from the village, he pushed his loincloth to the side and pulled out his erect cock. He moved his hand up and down, flicking his wrist and letting his head fall back onto the tree in pleasure. He remembered his dream, and the way her breasts were above him as she sat on his lap. He remembered the subtle “Neteyam” she whispered in his dream. He groaned and released into his hand, before exhaustedly leaning back onto the tree and asking himself what was wrong with him.

Staring at each other in a comfortable silence, Neteyam found himself leaning in and observing her reaction. She froze, her eyes glancing down at his lips and back up causing him to smirk. “You want me?” he murmured into her ear, leaving soft kisses on her cheek down to her neck.

She gives a single nod, and Neteyam smiles and gently holds her waist. He moves down, kissing all the way to the way top of her breasts and groans at the material blocking her skin. He grabs the knife he keeps in his holster, and suddenly cuts her shirt off in a single swipe causing her to gasp.

He smirks, staring at her globes that he had dreamt about. He couldn’t believe that she was as into this as he was. He assumed that his attraction towards her had been one sided. The way she stared back at him now, Neteyam knew that she wanted him just as badly, and that thought turned him on even more.

As he kisses down her breasts and latches onto a nipple, sucking harshly and glancing up to see her reaction. She moaned at the sudden action and threw her head back in pleasure, picking up one hand from the ground as she had been leaning back on both hands and holding the back of Neteyam’s head.

He grazed the nipple with his teeth, causing her to moan. “Fuck,” she moaned at the small bite. She firmly held his head to keep him there, wanting him to do that again and again. He moved to the other breast and sucked, moaning when he saw her lean her head back and bite her lip. He let go of her nipple with his mouth before pinching them causing her to arch her back against his front.

He blindly grabs his mat and unrolls it, laying her down on it and moving his down to her pants. Not wanting him to cut it again, she quickly pushes them down and follows with her underwear. Neteyam looked between her legs, observing how her cunt was so empty, wet and clenching desperately. 

He puts his nose against her cunt, the wetness getting on his bridge. He groaned at how delightful she smelled, and couldn’t wait another second. He puts his mouth right on her clit, causing her to scream. “Neteyam,” she yells as he lapses at her clit, harshly sucking like it was his last meal. Her legs tightened around his head, and he grazed his teeth against her clit causing her to scream his name once more.

“That’s right baby. Scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good,” he says as inserts a finger while continuously sucking on her clit. He pushes his long finger in and groans at how tight she is. 

“You're so small,” Neteyam moaned, sticking another digit in. He continued fingering her and again sucked her nipple. “How is this tight little pussy gonna fit my cock? I’m gonna ruin you,” he says and feels her clenching around his fingers. 

With one hand still fingering her, he uses his other hand to grip his cock over his loincloth for relief. He removes his finger before her release, sucking on the wetness while looking directly into her eyes. She whines and gestures to his loincloth, pleading with her eyes for him to remove it.

“You’re not ready yet. I need to open you up,” he explains. He knew how much bigger he was compared to her.

Ignoring his response, she gets up and pushes it to the side. His cock was erect, standing tall and dripping precum off the top. He was so big too—she had no idea how it would fit.

Still, she grips his cock causing him to hiss and let his head fall back. “Shit,” he shouts. She strokes it a few times, her grip tight and firm.

While stroking, she suddenly licks the tip causing him to moan and hold her head in place. She takes more of him in, bobbing her head back and forth. “Shit baby just like that,” he groans, looking down at her trying to take more of him in.

Her eyes watered and she stared up at him, wanting to make him feel good. The sight turned him on and he suddenly grips her head in place and starts to thrust into her mouth. “You’re so pretty,” he moans, staring down at her as he fucks her throat and tears leak out of her eyes. Her eyes watered and her mouth was stuffed, and he groans again at the sight. He speedens his thrusts and watches you gag on his cock. “So pretty. Your doing so well baby,” he praises and continues to watch the beautiful girl moan into his cock.  

So immersed in his pleasure, Neteyam didn’t hear or see his younger brother that was making his way into the tent. 

“Yo bro have you seen..” Lo’ak walks in seeing the back of Neteyam’s head and not noticing what was going on. Neteyam’s back was facing the entrance of the tent where Lo’ak entered, so he did not see the girl that was laying down in front of his brother. Not hearing the other Sully brother over their deep breaths, Lo’ak continues walking further in the tent.

When he approaches his older brother's side, he widens his eyes and notices the human girl laying down in front of him.

Observing her form, he was slightly turned on. Yet, he noticed the slight red border on the mat the two were on.

“BRO THAT’S MY MAT!" Lo'ak yells causing both Neteyam and the girl to scramble apart and attempt to cover themselves. 

[orionsangel86]

Season of Mists is my FAVOURITE of The Sandman books I love it its a really excellent story that centers around Morpheus, includes a whole bunch of colourful characters and hilarious situations and I absolutely can’t WAIT to see it adapted.

*Fair warning for comic spoilers*

Things I am most looking forward to include:

Desire poking Dream until Dream snaps and Destiny has to tell him off at the family dinner (I’m on Desire’s side - sorry not sorry lol)

Obviously Hob’s dream where Dream puts a lot of effort into searching the dreams of various people to find a specific vintage of wine as a gift for Hob just so he can tell Hob he may miss their next meeting and the whole thing is loaded full of subtext and I can’t even imagine how the Netflix show will push it further - but I know it WILL.

I love ALL his meetings with the various gods and other creatures that takes place, but the little girl Chaos is adorable and I honestly hope they adapt this frame for frame - I just wanna see Tom Sturridge’s pretty emo pout whilst holding a balloon lol

And the thing I am MOST looking forward to is THIS:

GET HIM NADA!

...

If the show goes further than Season of Mists (assuming it will since Season 1 included both Preludes and Nocturns AND The Doll’s House) then we can also look forward to them tackling:

Exactly what task Lady Joanna Constantine performed so admirably for Dream (and holy shit that’s gonna be a tough one to adapt)

Barbie’s dream and all the strange little critters that help her

WANDA (I hope they change her ending somehow whilst still making the point they made with her death)

Thessaly - interested to see how much we’ll see of *this* relationship since the comics give us nothing - then again, the relationship isn’t even hinted to until after A Game of You so I dunno if it’ll even be included in S2.

Also it tickles me how much gayer the comics get. Can’t wait to meet Cluracan the fairy ambassador, Hazel and Donna, and Wanda of course. (Not to mention how Lucifer and Mazikeen would now be seen as a queer relationship). It’s gonna be so fun to see the Straights(TM) once again stupidly complain about the existence of gay people! (manifesting the show pulling a power move and have Desire casually mention a male lover of Dream’s during their listing of his past failed relationships - if you’re gonna be known as the gay fantasy show anyway you might as well go all the way and make your main character queer too)

[allsadnshit]

infected nail finally hit a break through after soaking it in warm water and witch hazel for like 30 mins :,-) gonna tackle my yeast infection next with some natural suppositories and make a big chicken soup with lots of good fermented foods! been having crazy stomach/uterus cramps all day kinda wanna cry but i am safe and i know i need to keep going

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.

It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?

Here’s a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it 🥰

masterlist | wattpad | part two | part three | part four | part five

"Are you all comfortable?"

The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.

"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.

I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.

"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.

He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."

A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.

Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.

"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.

I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.

Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.

She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.

Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush – the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.

I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.

Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.

"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."

"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"

She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.

"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."

I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."

"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."

I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.

"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.

She shook her head. "Nope. You?"

"Never."

"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anything–!"

"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."

She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.

"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.

"I– er– sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?

Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.

"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"

She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Maybe if we–"

But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.

"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"

I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me – that was not five minutes.

"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.

Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.

—

Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.

She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.

This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?

It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.

For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.

"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.

She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"

I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."

She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"

She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."

Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."

Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.

"Thanks," I got out quickly. "I– yeah."

Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.

Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.

"Wanda, head's up!"

"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.

Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.

"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.

"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.

Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.

"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.

Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."

"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"

He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.

"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.

"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.

"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.

"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.

Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."

Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."

Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."

I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.

"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."

She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.

—

Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.

I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.

Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"

"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."

At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.

"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"

He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.

Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."

Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.

"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."

I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.

"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"

Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."

The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.

Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.

"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.

"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.

Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."

Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."

I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."

Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.

She accepted the bag reluctantly. "I– thanks. At least let me pay for it–"

"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."

Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.

"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.

"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."

He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.

—

I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?

I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.

I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.

The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly – give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting – but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space – I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.

Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.

"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.

She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."

I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."

Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.

"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."

I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"

She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."

I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.

"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.

I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.

"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.

Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.

Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.

When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.

I knew I'd fallen for her.

—

"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."

Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."

I frowned. "I know."

As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."

I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.

He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.

My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.

She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit – black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.

Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.

"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.

He was definitely right.

[husbandograveyard]

What's up

Hiya all, a little update before I dive into creating a queue again of some sorts, and start planning and posting original stuff. So... I have been incredibly absent, I am fully aware of that, and I have had some time to reflect on the reasons why, in order to maybe be better about writing again.

warning, word vomit incoming, it's just a long text, but it does serve as a decent explanation for my silence and what y'all can expect. I'll put a TL;DR at the bottom.

When this blog started, almost 3 years ago, it was peak pandemic time in my country. I was lonely, bored, and I had just binged all 850+ episodes of One Piece in one go, and needed an outlet. I stumbled up on Tumblr in my fic searching progress and fell deep into the reader insert hole. I used to write fanfic in Dutch, but never got to writing and publishing in English and it seemed like a perfect time to do so, and NakuNakuNoMi the blog was born.

I could write insane amounts within a short amount of time, because I was still studying, and doing so from home allowed me enough time to write up to 3, sometimes even four or five pieces a day and publish them. The next year was similar: still studying, half-distance learning, and bored out of my mind at home.

Last year I got a job as a teacher and I moved out. Having my own space and a roommate that's a friend, as well as not having to deal with my family, allowed me to pick up a lot of my lost hobbies again. I am drawing (although I am not particularly good at it, crocheting, I got a keyboard very recently, most of my writing time is spent writing DnD things, I am reading and gaming a lot more...) I spend a lot of time at my hobbies, and I don't feel the need to be behind my laptop any more every evening.

On top of that, I know I am *only* a high school teacher, but the job does demand a lot from me, time-wise and emotionally, because I also just really want to do the best job I can. Which means that I do spend a lot of time on my laptop just working, leaving very little time for writing.

I was getting a little burnt-out on writing too, putting the bar way too high for myself and sometimes writing things I did not enjoy just because it would give me some more likes and reblogs. That, in combination for not really getting a lot of feedback even for requested things etc, made it very hard to keep motivated, while my other hobbies seemed that much more rewarding.

But I do miss writing, even though I cannot find a lot of time for it anymore. And I miss Tumblr, and the connections I made in these years, even though a lot of them are gone now, mainly due to my own hiatus stacking and anxiety about reaching out, feeling like I am annoying people by messaging them.

So I feel like I will be writing some more. I have one more week off, and I think I want to tackle some of my WIPS.

My system will stay the same: I do no more requests, but people are free to send in suggestions that I may or may not get to. I will not promise anything. Events will work with requests still, but I am not gonna do any events for a while still. The only one I foresee until september or so is an anniversary quickfire event. Other than that I want to finish my summer event next summer, and finish up some other things, finally post some of the multichaptered stories I have been working on in the background. I will probably be setting up a queue again, and if I find the confidence to do so, I will be posting some of my own OC art and fanart here as well? I am not completely out of that one just yet. It's really not that good haha.

Hope to see you all and make some connections again in this year <3 Love, Hazel

TL;DR

life and hobbies made me too busy to write

I still miss it

I will do another attempt at getting this going again, but hopefully with way less pressure and a very slow queue

Maybe post terrible fanart? If you'd be up for that

[multifandomfanfiction]

The Moon and Mischief

TITLE: The Moon and Mischief PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Loki, after witnessing the chaos in Cairo, decides to appoint his own Avatar.

[A/N - In this, Khonshu never released Marc and Steven.]

Steven was walking down the streets of London when he heard the screeching of breaks and breaking glass. He ran towards the sound.

Two people were in an intersection yelling at each other. Neither of them were hurt, but it was clear that one had t-boned the other.

Steven heard giggling. He looked up and saw a shadow dart behind a building.

A few blocks over, there was another crash.

“What’s going on?” Steven asked.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, it can’t be good,” Marc said.

Steven ran towards Piccadilly Circus and saw all the billboards malfunctioning.

A small figure was watching the mayhem.

“You wanna take this one?” Steven asked.

They switched so Marc had control of the body. He called upon his suit and went after the figure.

The figure spotted them and started running across the roofs. As the figure ran, they threw green energy bolts.

Marc finally caught up to them and tackled them. “Stop running!”

“Ow. Jesus, you weigh a ton!”

Marc stood up.

The person stood up and threw back their hood.

It was a girl with brown curls and hazel eyes. The girl was young, practically a kid compared to him. She was dressed in a black and green leather outfit with a metal headband that resembled horns. She pulled out twin daggers.

Steven took over. “Woah, woah, easy there.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

“My name is Steven Grant.”

“What happened to the other guy?” She noticed that the guy who tackled her wasn’t the same who was talking to her. That and his suit was different.

Marc and Steven switched places.

“I’m Marc Spector.”

They switched back.

“And I’m Steven Grant.” He took a step towards her and she raised one of her daggers.

“Don’t come any closer.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Steven spotted a crate and sat down on it. “See? I’m not a threat to you.”

She lowered her dagger.

“What’s your name?” Steven asked her.

“Madison. Madison Barton.”

“Barton? You’re Hawkeye’s daughter?” Marc asked, taking over for a second.

“He’s my father.”

“Enough talking,” Loki said, stepping out of the shadows.

Marc stood up, ready to fight.

Khonshu appeared at his side. “Loki of Asgard.”

“Khonshu of the Ennead.”

“I see you’ve selected an Avatar.”

“Ah, yes. Did you enjoy chasing my little Phoenix? She’s quite a pretty little bird, isn’t she?” Loki ran a finger down Madison’s cheek and neck.

“Since when do the Asgardians have Avatars?”

“I saw what happened in Cairo and I thought it might be fun to have my own personal mischief maker on Midguard.”

“She’s a kid!” Marc argued.

“I am not! I am a grown woman!” Madison insisted.

“Does your father know what you’re doing?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him? He has no control over me. He has a new family now.”

“How could you work for the god who nearly destroyed New York?” When Marc brought up New York, something snapped inside Madison.

“Don’t talk to me about New York! I fought in that battle! I would be dead if not for Loki!”

That sounded familiar to Marc. It was also clear that Loki had manipulated Madison into being his Avatar, much like Khonshu had done to him. She suffered from PTSD and family issues and Loki preyed on that.

“Khonshu?” Marc asked, looking up at the God.

“My hands are tied. She’s not killed anyone on his behalf.”

“Killed anyone? Are you insane? I would never kill anyone on Loki’s behalf. We only play tricks. I make sure no one’s harmed," Madison told them.

“Are there any other Avatar’s we should know about?” Khonshu asked.

“She’s the only one. Like I said, it seemed like fun,” Loki said.

“Stay out of my way Asgardian. Next time I may not be as merciful.”

Loki bowed mockingly before vanishing.

Khonshu did the same, just leaving their Avatars.

“So… you wanna go get a coffee or something? Or maybe some tea?” Madison said, “You can explain the whole Steven/Marc thing.” Madison waved a hand over herself and her leather outfit turned into a leather jacket, graphic tee, and skinny jeans.

It was then that Marc spotted the sparkling diamond ring on her finger. “You’re married?” he asked.

“Yeah. Two years now.”

“Does your husband know what you do?”

“He understands.”

Marc nodded. Him and Layla were the same.

Marc and Steven switched.

“I’ll take that tea now,” Steven said.

“Let’s go then, Moon Knight.”

“Wait…how did you know…?” Madison tapped her temple.

The darker presence inside Marc and Steven smiled.

This could be fun.

Taglist: @sinoflust19 @kingtwhiddleston @marveldeathnotefan @lowkeythor @domino-matrix

[stephmariie]

The Undead Rising.

Request: Y/N and your people go on a supply run, as Negan and his people show up to the same place. Negan had no other choice but to accept your offer being out run by your bigger community with larger equipment. As Negan and Y/N bump heads showing who has the biggest balls here and a badass attitude, Negan is more impressed by how brave and clever Y/N is.

Requested by: @purple-serenity

Pairing: Negan x Y/N

A/N: this is not a one shot.

Warnings: strong language

“This is the location, we haven’t been here yet and we need to check it out and see what we can find.” You point on the map showing the crew in your office.

“And if we don’t find anything?” David asked.

“Here is another location.” You point to a new spot on the map as you circled it with a red sharpie. “We haven’t been here yet. But we need to make sure the other place has what we need before we go to the next one.” You said

“Anyone have any questions?” You asked everyone in the room.

“When are we going?” Sarah asked quietly, she’s the shy one, as her face turns red she hated speaking in front of everyone.

“Good question, we could leave tonight. But I rather everyone sleep well tonight and we can go first thing in the morning. I’d like for my people well rested before we go on a big supply run.” You said.

You hated over working your people, you always do your best to make sure they’re well rested before a big event happens.

“Alright everyone let’s get some sleep since we have a big day tomorrow, I’d like everyone ready by 7:00 am tomorrow. Also before you leave here, Candace here has a list of everything we need for tomorrow. Run by her on things you need and be ready with it tomorrow morning. Goodnight everyone.” You said as folding up the map and putting all your paperwork together.

“Hey Y/N before you leave.” David said as he opened up the door and Sarah came back in with a cake and some lit candles.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Y/N! Happy fucking birthday to you!!!! Everyone shouted

“Now make a wish as Sarah placed the cake down on the table in your office. You start to cry and couldn’t gather your words. “Guys..d-did you seriously do this for me? Wait how did y’all know it was my fucking birthday!” You said with tears and a smile.

“How could we forget your birthday we been marking it on the calendar everyday.” David said

“With everything you do for us, you’re one of the rarest leaders who just.. you know treat us well, you gave us a chance to rebuild a life again.. you bring us hope.” Sarah said

“And a hot as bitch!” Candace said as everyone in the room started to laugh.

You chuckled and made a wish and blew out your candles. “Your guys are the greatest get your asses over here!” As you held out your arms and everyone ran to tackle you.

Sarah cut the cake giving everyone a piece, you guys laughed and joked for a good thirty minutes before it was time for everyone to leave. Sarah was nice enough to clean up the office so you didn’t have to do it. You smiled looking around the room before turning the lights off and closing the door behind you to go too your house to sleep.

******

It was the next morning and you were gathering everything before you had to leave for the run. As you walk outside your crew was ready to go by the gate.

“Well shit look at all you sexy bitches, hot and READY! Me likely!” You said as you gave them all a sassy wink.

Everyone laughed, you always know how to start the morning by getting everyone to laugh. They always look forward to every trip with you. Makes things easier knowing your group loves hanging out with you.

“Well Goodmorning fuckers! Let’s get our asses on the motherfuckin road! Or are we just gonna stand around and be zombies all day?” You said with your arms spread out smiling walking backwards towards the gate.

“Zombies? sounds pretty nice if you ask me?”David said as you look at him with a smile

“Yeah yeah it would be nice, maybe after this trip we can relax and be zombies for a bit.” You chuckled knowing they will need a full day of rest after this trip. Specially you.

“Hey everyone you know I always do this but it’s a reminder. You all know the drill. We run our routes. Mark your log books. Clear any walkers you see. You run into anything, anything you can't handle, you come back here. Be smart about it. We work as a team okay? You said as everyone nodded.

*********

It’s been about 2 hours on the road as you guys finally rolled up to the place. It was an army base. You take out your radio. “Hey Sarah we have some walkers up ahead it seems like this place has some scattered around. Let’s stop here.” You said as you told David to stop the jeep. “You got it boss lady.” Sarah said over the radio.

You get out of the jeep as everyone else got out of their vehicle and walked over to you.

“You guys know the drill let’s clear the outside first before we go in.” You said as everyone nodded.

You started to ran and slammed your knife in the back of a walkers head, you’re always the first one to take action, it’s your favorite thing. Well taking action first that is not the killing part. You’re slamming all the walkers down there was a good amount here, this kind of thing always got your heart pumping of excitement.

You stabbed another walker through the head and you pulled the knife out and it broke.

“Oh you son of a bitch! Are you shittin me right now!” You said in an anger voice, wiping your sweat off your forehead with your arm as you were trying to pull another knife out of your side pants, a few walkers started to get real close to you, you were walking backwards and tripped over a dead walker landing on your back. You were using your elbows pulling yourself backwards to get away as you heard gunshots from a distance taking out the last few of the walkers around.

You seen a group standing with guns and a tall man with a barb wired bat around his shoulder. He wore black boots with dark gray pants, one glove on his right hand and a fucking leather jacket in 90 degree weather. How in the hell was he not sweating balls here. Is he fucking insane?

The tall man with the bat started to walk towards you along with his group behind him, as you helped yourself up and your group came up behind you with their guns. You put your hands on your hips.

“Hi pretty lady, I’m Negan.” He smiled As he held up both his arms out with Lucille in his right hand. “And we’re the saviors.” He did a slight point towards you.

“Hi.” You said crossing your arms. Lifting one eyebrow.

“Well damn excuse my goddamn French but I just saved your fucking ass and that’s all the response I get?” He said with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry didn’t mean to offend you Mr… Negan right?” You said in a sassy tone that made him smirk a little.

“That’s right doll face, may I ask what you’re doing out here? At our base.” He asked leaning to the side moving his eye up and down at you, he was indeed checking you out.

“I could ask you the same thing Mr…. Negan.” Giving him a slight smirk. “In fact how could this be YOUR place when we just cleared the outside and none of your people are here guarding it. And… I don’t see your name on it.” You said giving him a tease with another smirk.

“You see this shit! this is what I’m talking about! Ahh this is the shit that just tickles me balls!” As he turned around looking at his men with his arms up. He turned side ways to look at you with a smirk. “You may not know me sweetheart, but you’re definitely gonna wish you haven’t.”

“Hmm, funny you say that because I feel you’re gonna regret crossing me pretty soon.” You snapping back.

“Yeah, we will see about that.” He whispered where you didn’t hear him.

“You see here, there’s this new world order and well dollface I hate to break it to you but you’re now apart of it. So let me break it down simple and easy for you. One..” as he held up his index finger, smirking away. “You work for me. We have the whole set up, beds, food you name it, I have the whole package sweetheart! So all you have to do is work for me. Or two.” He flipped up his middle finger too. “I kill you and your fucking people now! I take your shit, and be on my merry fucking way. Well I don’t like hurting women, so suggest you pick one. But men? Hell doll face I could bash their brains all fucking day! He sighs shaking his head as he grinned. “…..Women are just to fucking beautiful to kill.. so sweetheart. What’s it gonna be..?” Holding up his arms again with his bat in the air.

Your arms are still crossed and your smile that never left your face

“Neither.” You said with no hesitation.

“I’m sorry doll face I didn’t quite catch that.” He started to look angry.

“Mr. Negan let me be clear here, I’ll make it simple and easy.” As you leaned forward “just for you.” Still having a smile on your face with your arms crossed.

“Your rules are shit, and no I don’t do new world orders very well, you see here Mr. Negan. I will take your shit and be glad to shove it up your ass.” You let out a small laugh and you see Negan’s people gripping their guns about to point them to you and your people.

“Ohh sweetheart, you have no… idea who you’re talking to.” Negan now looks more angry.

“Oh I do doll face, and let’s be real here.” You sigh turning your head looking at the army base. “This is mine, and mine only.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, he had the most beautiful eyes you ever seen, hazel.. oh those hazel eye that could kill you.. when he smiled it just lit up his face along with his dimples. His smile curved so perfectly making his dimples pop out more. Making your heart race faster. His anger made you like him more. His attitude was turning you on.

“Well excuse me sweetheart.. I didn’t know this belong to you, there’s rules here in fact whatever is yours. Is now mine. Rather you it or not.” They He said with more intense voice

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his response. “I never nor will I ever agree to anyone’s rules in fact I dont follow other people’s rules very well.”

Behind you, you could hear more vehicles rolling up. If was more of your people. David must of gave a code over the radio signaling we need help. David is basically your right hand man. One of the most clever guys on your team. He goes with you everywhere.

You turn your head to see behind you and you seen more of your community there with you. In that moment you had more people protecting your crew. More people than Negan brought along. You had more weapons, bigger guns and even a few tankers.

Negan’s eyes had widen, in shocked to see the shit you had. It was more than what he even had at his sanctuary.

“Welcome to the rising undead.” Holding out your hands your elbows were still to you sides. You gave a smirk and shot a wink towards his way.

“Now there’s no rules here Mr. Negan.” You started to walk towards him placing your knife back down on the side of you pants. “But we can try and agree on something here if you are okay with that.” You stopped about 10 feet in front of him. You watch his eyebrow raise making you smile a little.

You seen Negan look passed you at your large group. You were proud of your people in the moment showing up the way they did, how David sent a signal out. You had a huge community that you loved. You took care of. They respected you. You keep them safe and they keep you safe at all cost. Mostly everyone called you mom even for laughs and giggles. But deep down you acted like a mother when they needed you to the most. They love you as much as you love them. And for that, in this moment you couldn’t help but smile hearing more vehicles roll up in front of you. Behind Negan’s group, vehicles driving through the field to your right, an open field. It was huge. You watched Negan’s face as you hear all the vehicle doors open and slam shut. Negan in that moment all he could do was agree, he was out run by your people.

He started to look around as he giggled. He was facing the field and slightly turned his head towards you with a smile, like he was proud of your ass. Probably shocked seeing a woman like you that ran an community the way you do.

“Shit doll face, I guess I no longer have a choice here do I?” He ask turning his body towards you still having a smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response, his smile was making you weak. Fuck, you needed to slap yourself in the face to knock it off. And get your shit together.

“Sorry my love I don’t think you do.” You said crossing your arms over your chest.

“There’s another army base that’s untouched, I’m willing to give that to you if you let us have this one. But… there’s a catch.” You said

“And what is that doll face?” Negan asked.

“I’ll let you have it, you let us help you clear some bigger place out for you, since we indeed have the bigger guns here. So in return we get some supplies. You know like a payment.” You said

Negan gave you smile, he seemed like he was trying to figure out what to say. Lost in words. Realized how clever you were.

“So Mr. Negan, what’s it gonna be?”

He took a few seconds to reply. “Alright. So how can we find them?” He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his face.

You started to walk towards him teasingly, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. You stopped in front of him standing very close. Finally breaking the eye contact, you put your hand on his shoulder and tiptoed to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll see you soon, big boy.” You say before planting a small but lingering kiss on his cheek. You pull away and see his smile grew wider deepening his dimples.

“I am about fifty percent more into you now...just sayin'.” Negan said grinning from that kiss

“An I’m about zero percent into now.” You said smirking, you slowly move your hand down off his shoulder to you biceps, walking backwards letting him go staring at him like you want him so badly as he started to see that.

You reached in your back pocket and took out a map. You handed it to him, the location that was folded up, as you knew the location was already marked on the map. “It’s the location of the other army base.” You said.

You turn away swaying back to your team and gave them nod to go ahead to the army base. As you stopped in the middle of the road before you went to follow your team, you turn around to look behind you to see Negan one last time, he gave you a smile and turned around as you watched him leave.

You called Joel and Steve over to you. These two are the best you had when they needed someone to sneak around. As they never get caught doing what they do best. They been with you since day one and never left your side. And never hesitate when you ask them for help.

“I need you both to follow them, check out their community and see what they do. Please?”

They both nodded and walked away and left to follow them.

“Jesus Y/N you handle that pretty fucking well, I almost didn’t need to signal anyone out here.” David said, he let out a chuckle.

You giggled still having a smile on your face from Negan. “No no no… I’m really glad you signal out for help. That actually made us look bigger and tougher.” You placed you hand on his shoulder. “Thank you David, seriously I owe you one big time. I’m proud of you, as I always am.” You smiled as you both walked over by the fence to the army base.

You and your people cleared out the inside, there was a lot of walkers more than you imagined. But luckily No one got hurt. As everyone knew the drill to check the walkers for any items that we could use, in fact the walkers had armer, weapons, knifes and extra bullets. There was a lot of items we needed so everyone gathered the items placing them in bins to haul back to their vehicles. We placed everything by the door till we had everything we needed.

There was a storage room full of MREs packages of food that the military used for meals. There was a lot, about a month worth of food. This was big as you needed all the food you could get.

“Hey Y/N!” David called you over. As you walked over to him, you seen the next room full of vehicles.

“Holy shit David!” You yelled out.

There was a full garage of army vehicles. BAe caiman, General Dynamics Stryker, M1 Abrams. The list went on. “Fuck David we could use these!” You had a big smile on your face. You couldn’t believe everything you guys had found inside, more and bigger weapons.

David grabbed a group of people having them get the new batteries and fuel for the vehicles. Most of them worked. While another group took what they could off the bad vehicles.

Everyone gathered everything and loaded up the vehicles, you helped them out too, getting everyone to laugh by your jokes, a lot of them joked back. You always tried and make a trip fun even when everyone is tired and worn out. You knew it was going to be a long trip back as you left the MREs out and had everyone grab some food for dinner before going back on the road. We needed to eat, you could tell how they needed their energy. While you all finished eating you gathered everyone around

“I really wanted to thank every single one of you tonight, seriously. You guys did awesome. The ones that came with me today, and for those who came out when you were signal too. You guys even stayed to helped clear out the inside and helped loading our trucks up making this go by faster.” You see everyone with a smile on their faces. They were all happy to be there with you.

“I seriously couldn’t ask for a better community than this. Thank you everyone again. I dont know about you guys but I’m ready to go home and fucking sleep!!” You yelled out as everyone cheered getting in their vehicles. Before you and David got in your vehicle he wanted to talk with you.

“Hey um Joel radio me, they made it safe and haven’t gotten seen. they’re still out there and safe.” David said

You nodded as you both got in the vehicle to go home. It was a nice smooth way back as you all pulled all your vehicles in everyone was unloading their trucks. You seen Lacy one your guards on the wall. She’s one of your toughest women here, well every women here you think is tough, lacy loves to work out she’s a body builder. She could work out for hours when she doesn’t have to be on watch. Who also teaches karate here. You been trying to get her to come out with you on a supple run but she loves being the guard on watch. Which is is one of your best spotters.

“Hey lacy!” You yelled out waving your two fingers motioning her to come down.

Hey Y/N! I see you brought in some good shit this time!” She said while chuckling.

“Hey now I always get the good shit!” You chuckled back. “What can I do to get you off that wall to come out with us next time?” You smiled at her.

“Well you got me off the wall now.” Lacy chuckled. “But you know I rather stay here, I’m your best spotter and you keeping me off the wall isn’t gonna help you out you know.”

You nodded knowing she loves her job. “Maybe one day I’ll get you out.” You smiled as lacy shocked her head.

“We will see boss!” Lacy ran back up to the wall as you watched her. You really would like her out there soon. But you hated pushing people who didn’t want to do something they don’t like.

“Alright everyone let’s get some rest shall we!” You said while everyone start to head back to their homes. Everything was put away and it was quiet in your community. As you get home you sat on your porch and pulled out your cigarettes. Before you could light it.

“Hey now, I thought you quit that shit?” Sarah said with a tease.

She had the most beautiful red hair you’d ever seen, it was long and wavy that was down to almost her butt. She barely wore it down but when she did she was beautiful. She had these beautiful hazel green eyes with a tint of gray around the edges.

You chuckled “yeah I thought so too.” As you lit your cigarette handing her the pack as Sarah grabbed a cigarette and your litter and lit her cigarette.

“You were pretty awesome the way you handle Negan.” Sarah said

“Yeah, yeah I fucking was.” You both chuckled.

“Not gonna lie, Negan was… hot.” Sarah took a hit of her cigarette and held it in.

You chuckled at her comment. “I’ve seen hotter.” you actually thought he was hot as fuck but you didn’t want to say that out loud.

“Your sassy attitude today, I think you scared him.” Sarah laughed taking another hit of her cigarette.

You take hit of your cigarette as well. “I wouldn’t say me, but I think we all scared him.” You put out your cigarette and stretched out your arms and yawned.

“I think you all did awesome today. Without you guys I truly dont know how that situation would of went.” You leaned back in your chair crossing your arms.

“I think we did awesome too. Sucks we had to give that other location away. Not gonna lie. I was looking forward to that.” Sarah frowned

You sighed reaching out your hand as she placed her hand onto yours. “I wasn’t happy about it either but we were stuck in a situation and we don’t need a war. I rather keep you all safe than loose any of you over a building.” You seen a tear rolled down her face.

“Thanks Y/N you truly do know how to keep us safe.” Sarah got up from her chair and leaned in giving you a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight Y/N.” As Sarah walked away.

You watched Sarah go to her house across the street making sure she made it inside. Even though your community is supposed to be safe, it’s just something you always did and never will stop.

You get up to go inside and your radio goes off “Y/N you there?” You heard Joel whispering over the radio. “Yes Joel..” you said over the radio. “We’re safe, we got everything we needed here.” Joel said.

You sigh with relief “come on back, be safe if you run into anything. You find somewhere safe and radio me or Lacy.”

You placed the radio on your end table, switched into you pjs and hopped on your bed. Negan was running through your mind. That handsome ignorant man with his sense of humor turned you on. You rolled your eyes. “I can’t be thinking about this right now.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes to sleep.

*******

It was a beautiful new day as everyone was eating their breakfast. You usually don’t eat breakfast but you always had to have coffee. That was one of your favorite things right when you wake up. You headed outside with your coffee as everyone was greeting you this morning. You smiled at everyone saying Goodmorning as you hear a knock at the front gate you turned your head fast.

Dun-dun-dun-DUN. “LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN!” You recognized that voice as you head turned slightly.

“Oh you gotta be shittin me right now.” You mumbled to yourself.

You walked over to the gate and gave the guards a nod to open the door. You crossed your arms over your chest and had a slight smile on your face. As the door opens all the way and Negan had a smile on his face holding out his hands with his stupid bat out standing outside your community.

Everyone was trying to get up as you moved your hand behind you stopping them. You wanted them to finish eating as you could handle this situation by yourself.

“Well hello there pretty lady, you gonna let me in?” Negan said smiling putting Lucille over his shoulder.

You chuckled “now why would I go and do that? We can talk where we’re standing at.” You we’re about 20 feet away from him and the gate.

He had a huge grin on his face. “Okay what If don’t accept your offer.” As he took a few steps forward and the guards from the bottom and top of the fence pointed their guns at him.

He chuckled “you really gonna shoot me now?”

“I will if I have to.” You shot him with a smirk as you started to walk towards him. You were about 5 feet away from him.

“You know I thought we had a special moment yesterday.” He chuckled

“Ahh easy there Romeo.” You said teasingly.

“Oh where are my manners, hi Mr. Negan, now why in the hell are you here.?” As he took one more step towards you, you can hear the guns shift. He stopped himself with a smirk on his face. As you raised one eyebrow.

“I wanted to see you doll face! And your..” He started to look around in your community where he was standing. “Your Beautiful community!” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“That’s it? Seriously?” You said in a disappointed ton.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetheart, were you wanting more? I mean shit we can go somewhere doll face if that’s what you want?” He teased.

You laughed at his response. Placing your hand on your eyebrow scratching it “okay seriously why are you here, Negan?” You acted frustrated.

“Well doll face we searched that army base you gave us and we found some good shit. But we also had found another few location and you said you’d help us out so here I am.” He smiled placing Lucille down at his side.

“You ready sweetheart?”

Great he’s ready to go when I haven’t even prepared my people yet. This will be a shit show.

“Whatever you say Romeo.” As you walked away.

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