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misguidedasgardian · 2 months ago

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Wildcats (Part XXIV)

XXIV. O Children

MASTERLIST

Summary: As your relationship with Daryl clicks into place, you have to make sure that your other relationships do too.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, touch starved reader & Daryl, nudity, body worship, NAKED PEOPLE AHHH, smut, a bit of awkwardness, talk about contraceptives (afterday pill), a bit of a breeding kink, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I’m giving Carl a bit of Sasha’s plotline from season 5. Also, now that Daryl got to "that point" with reader, THERE'S NO STOPPING HIM! jajajaja I unleashed the beast.

Having Daryl’s hot body right stuck to you is the first thing you felt when you came to your senses again, him caressing your naked leg was the second

“Mornin’”, he greeted huskily, “We have time to make up for”, he purred, kissing your temple, you only smiled, accommodating yourself more on top of him

“Mmmm what have I unleashed upon the world?”, you teased him

“C’mon”, he grunted with a smirk, grabbing one of your legs and passing it over him, making you straddle him, yet your torso was stuck to him.

His fingers slipped to your pussy, who was already wet for him, you breathed heavily, biting your lips to stifle a moan

“I wanna hear ya”, he said lovingly, teasing you open for him. You moaned into his ear, hiding your face from him. He chuckled darkly, and you raised your head only when you felt his cock in your entrance, your mouth open in a silent moan, and then a quiet pan when he finally bottomed out inside of you.

“Fuck Daryl”, you whimpered, “you feel so fucking good”, you said as you layed your head on his chest, you granned onto him for dear life, as he started pounding into you from under you. it was slow and sensual, allowing you to feel all of him, the thick vein along his shaft and every shape.

The sun was barely shining on the horizon, and you two have had your feelings. He stayed inside of you, and you on top of him, until you heard footsteps and activity on the main floor of the house. You had to start your day, and the only thing you wanted to do.

With apathetic wince you disconnected from him, hissing as you were a bit overstimulated as you stood up

“Need to go to the infirmary”, you said with a knowing look, feeling his cum dripping a bit in between your legs.

“Need me to go with ya?”, he asked, you shook your head

“It’s fine”, you whispered, “but what I do need, is for you to wrap it up from now on”, you warned he only smiled.

“Course”, he muttered, you leaned in for a kiss, and he stood up too. He wrapped his arms around you. And he whispered in your ear a request a bit filthy and so hot it made you almost faint.

You were having breakfast with Rick, Michonne, Carl and Judith. Daryl was sort of an early bird, which you were conflicted about, because you weren’t, and had already left to fix his bike to go on another run.

“What can I help around today?”, you asked Rick, wanted to keep your hands busy

“Someone’s energetic”, he said, cradling into Judith, “you could help set up the garden you promised”

“Not a garden… a greenhouse”, you explained.

“Well… that”, he said with a smile, “or you could help Carol in the kitchen, see if she needs help”, you’d rather shot yourself in the knee with a shotgun

“Greenhouse it is!”, you said with an apologetic smile, and went away to do just that. You didn’t realize Carol was within earshot, even though you didn’t say the shotgun thing out loud.

You found Beth and Maggie right there, they were making progress but had trouble with the wooden frame for the big “lid”, the nice man, Tobin, came down to help with that, while they prepared the soil. They chose a place where they laid the foundation for a house that never came to be, so there was a cement frame, with grass and nice soil in the middle, the plan is to set up “lids” above it, supporting themselves on the cement, so it's nice and warm in the soil, and you coil grow things all year long, the tarp allowing it to keep the heat.

“I’m here!”, you said with a soft smile, “reporting for duty!”, they both smiled at you

“Nice, we are starting with the tomatoes”, Maggie said, as she had already turned the dirt around so it was nice and mushy, ready to plant.

“Yeah you know, don’t get your hopes up, I killed a cactus once”, you said, and Maggie giggled

“How did you manage that?”, she asked

“Death by drowning”, you said, her and Beth giggled. “Beth I thought you were gonna work in the infirmary”, you said, “Denise seems nice, nicer than Pete, that’s for sure”

“She is training herself before she can train someone else”, she said apologetically, you nodded

“Makes sense”, you mumbled, you grabbed a shovel

“Hey, your shoulder”, chided Maggie, offering you a small package of seeds, you begrudgingly took it, so you in half an hour were knees deep in dirt, planting. Oh gods you missed her so, so much.

Yeah this was not your favorite duty at all, you remembered with a soft smile how your mom was an excellent gardener, and farmer too, she could grow anything, from flowers to berries.

“Hey”, called Maggie softly, squeezing your shoulder, “where’d you go?”, you asked kindly

“I was just thinking about my mom”, you whispered, “and how hard she tried to teach these things, didn’t work”. You laughed humorlessly

“You miss her?”, she asked

“Every day”, you whispered, “I think the worst part is that I will never know… what happened”, you said finally. “I’ll never be able to grieve properly”, she looked at you sadly, caressing your shoulder, you wiped your tears before they descended your cheeks and smiled, “cultivating isn’t like cooking right? we are not going to have a “Like water for chocolate” situation?”, you laughed. She laughed back

“Nope, I actually think farming is therapeutic, it's what this is for”, she said.

You got a new sense of purpose from that little talk, you smiled, you were farming, you were building something, you were here, you planned on being here for a long time…

“I’m pregnant”, Maggie said with a wide smile, you gasped, raising your head to look at her, at first not really believing her, but then she smiled so widely you had nothing to do but to hug her tightly

“I’m so happy for you both!”, you said, happy tears already jumping to your eyes

“It’s very new, only Glenn and Beth know”, she says with a dreamy smile and eyes

“You should have told me a bit sooner! I could have grabbed some things”, you explained, she only smiled and nodded

“You brought back prenatal vitamins, that’s enough for now”, she said and you chuckled in relief. “I thought you could use some… hope”, she said

“We all could”, you said with a wide smile, you couldn’t help but hug her again.

Oh! a baby! another baby, the future!

You still had that silly smile on your face when you were called for lunch. Daryl was nowhere to be spotted, but Carol was serving the gardening tem, a chicken that looked delicious. You saw her grab a plate with each hand, and then trade them to make sure you got one in particular, you found it odd because she had to pass one arm over the other to make sure.

“Thanks Carol”, you said with a soft smile, “need some help?”

“No, it’s fine”, she said with a smile that creeped you out a bit.

You dug in when you made sure everybody was seated, oh gods, Carol was a great cook, she might actually.

You actually saw stars in your next bite, as a sharp pain erupted in your mouth. you tried to be as discreetly as you could when you took out of your mouth a piece of chicken bone

A sharpened piece of chicken bone

“Is everything good dear?”, you looked ahead and you saw Carol, with the same creepy smile, looking back at you

“Everything is perfect, the chicken is great, you should teach me how to make it sometime”, you said, feeling the tangy flavor of blood inside your mouth.

“I heard you prefer gardening”, she said, unbothered. Well, shit.

“Chicken’s great Carol”, said Daryl by her side, oblivious to everything going on between the two of you, he kissed her on the cheek, surprising everybody.

You finished your plate until it was clean, and then you helped clean everything until there was no sign of a lunch for 15 happening in the house. You didn’t even look at Carol the rest of the afternoon.

People started leaving after you assured him you were fine by cleaning up by yourself, but you were actually surprised when Daryl came back, sitting on the stool on the other side of the kitchen bar, smiling at you as you finished drying some utensils. Maggie was called to a meeting with Deanna, so your gardening was postponed until tomorrow.

You felt the small wound from the chicken bone on the left side of your upper gums, near your hard palate. the metallic taste still lingering in your mouth, it wasn’t deep, it didn’t hurt anymore, but still. .

“How’s that you dun wanna’ spend time with Carol?”, he asked, that took you by surprise, dropping your wooden spoon.

“What?”, you asked him, this certainly took you by surprise, “who blabbed?”, he looked at you, asking you for answers, he looked discouraged, is this because of what you said to Rick this afternoon?, “is not that I don’t want to hang out with her, is just that I prefer to garden than to cook”, lies

“Ya love to cook”, he said, “ya hate to garden, ya killed a cactus”

“Just trying to gain more skills”, you tried, but sounded like a question

“Look”, he said, he looked like he was about to chide you, you had never seen him like that, “I want ya to spend some time w’her”, he said, he looked all serious

“Why?”, you asked, in your face there was panic

“S’important ta me”, he said, you took a long breath… Your first impression of Carol was that she seemed… badass, she had just taken down Terminus, single handedly, she was covered in dirt and walker blood… then when you got to meet her, you didn’t like her, she didn’t like you, too judgemental, she got this “Yeah I’ve been through stuff so that made me like this deal with it”, thing going on. And then when you got to Alexandria you were just point blank scared of her… she was pretending to be this whole other thing so good you didn’t even know she was pretending or not. But she was so important in Daryl's life. “Hey, where'd ya go?”, he asked, he was sitting there, hoping to gather two important women in his life

“Daryl, I understand it's important to you”, you said slowly, “but I have the feeling she doesn’t like me, therefore she also look like the kind of person who doesn't want to be bothered by people she doesn’t like”

“She gets it”, he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world, “she gets its important to me too”

“Why do I feel like this is some sort of test?”, you asked, concerned. You really didn't want to do this. You were awkward around other people, it's a wonder you made Maggie and Rosita your friends… Let alone being forced to bond with someone else.

“Ya got nothin’ to worry ‘bout”, he said simply, but with hope in his beautiful eyes

“Alright”, you said, smiling softly, “if I get an opening, I’ll use it”, you offered, and he seemed pleased because of it. He nodded, standing up, he surrounded the kitchen bar and kissed you on the cheek, he gave your hips a squeeze

“M’gonna go with Beth in a run”

“Beth?”, you asked him, he chuckled

“Yeah, Denise asked us to get some meds in a spot she saw, she wants to go”, you smiled at him, he never took you out there again, but you were “injured” so, you shook your head with a smile.

“Be safe”, you said with a soft smile, he leaned in and kissed you

“See ya’ tonight”, he said teasingly, you smiled back at him

“See ya”, you said. With a shaky breath. This is the only thing Daryl has asked you, and you wanted to please him, although his request seemed a bit childish, and no matter what he said, he did seem like he was testing you… Hell, what? if Carol decided she didn’t like you? What if you decide you didn’t like her? What if you go from dislike to HATE? what then?

You could live with it, she met Daryl way before you, they were friends, but could they both? Would she get rid of you?

You were pondering, really pondering, so lost in your own thoughts that when you finally adjusted your eyesight through the window, you actually saw Carl, climbing over the wall.

“Gods”, you murmured, you ran, actually ran, grabbed your ax and Pentagon gun with a silencer and ran after him. After Reg, Deanna let you carry inside the walls. You climbed the wall right behind him.

You didn’t even know how you managed to drop from the wall on the other side, but you did. It took you time to track him, but eventually you did found his tracks, you had a good visual memory and you had seen Daryl track a bunch of times, he actually tried to give you tips.

You found ultimately dead walkers in his trail, leading you straight to him, until you finally saw him ahead between the trees, taking down another walker

“Hey! Carl!”, you called, drawing the attention of another walker who was near, you grabbed your ax and with a single swing you took him down… but… you pulled a muscle making you wince, oh c’mon! It was a single blow!

“Get back to Alexandria”, he commanded. You deadass laughed

“Excuse me?”, you mocked, “you do not command me”, he looked at you over his shoulder with a look that made you tremble, it was like resentment.

“You take orders from everyone else”, he said simply, “what’s one more?”, that actually made your mouth open with indignation

“Alright”, you chuckled, “I get the whole… “adolescence” thing, but you are crossing a line dude”, you said, not knowing if you should take this seriously. He relaxed his stance, you saw regret in his features, he turned around and kept walking

“Join me then”, you did, you could use the walk, your knees still resentful from your farming, you caught onto him, starting walking right by his side.

“What are you doing out here?”, you asked calmly, as you had advanced at least a kilometer.

“Taking down walkers”, he said simply, “like you used to do, remember?”, you did, you had told him about “the exterminators Inc” and the mission you had.

“It’s dangerous”, you said, “to come out here, alone”

“I have a gun, and a knife”, he said matter of factly.

“Well, but they sneak up quite easily”, you explained simply, “and they tend to horde up”

“I'll take down those too”, he said. You understood it.

You see, the way you saw walkers is that they are some sort of monster, they are no longer humans, their souls, essence or whatever made them who they were is not there anymore. You still cringe every time you see one freshly turned, too human for your taste, but the rest? where a threat and you had to eliminate it. And it did make you feel better when you eliminated one, because it meant there was one least threat in the world.

So yeah, you understood the need to eliminate them, even those who were trapped, even those who couldn’t even move anymore, they had to go, all of them.

Now with a smile you went with Carl, there was no way in hell you were going to leave him alone, and you could use the practice, you barely saw walkers in DC.

“This is reckless”, you said, “for how long have you been doing this?”, you asked him

“A couple of days”, he said, “my dad found something out here”

“Something like what?”

“That’s what the meeting is about”, he said, “he found something, bad, and I’ve been trying to figure out what it is”

“Why? He is going to tell us eventually, right?”, you asked him, three walkers were coming your way, you shot the first one and then it was one for each, a swing of your ax and a stab from him, and they were gone.

“You know how things are now”, he said, “everything has to go trough people who isn’t like us, weak people”, he explained

“Carl…”, you called, “that was the deal”, you said, “we promised to make an effort, they invited us in, we follow the rules, that’s it”, you said simply.

“Their rules are bullshit”, he said

“They see it now”, you said, “it had to take some death for it, but they do see it now”

“Is that’s what happening?”, he asked you, angrily, “are we changing them? or are they changing us?”, he asked, and you felt like you were getting to the root of his icy demeanor towards you.

“What do you mean?”, you asked him, as you took down another walker.

“It’s happening to all of us, to dad, to Michonne, to Daryl…”, he said, “To you… this place is making you weak!”, you stopped on your tracks

“Is that what you think?”, you asked him, truly surprised

“I know it is!”. he said

“What do you want from me, Carl? From us?”, you asked him then.

“Where is the woman who shot someone in the head because she was protecting the people she cared about?”, he asked, “who took all those walkers in Atlanta?”

“You are disappointed I haven't shot anyone in the head recently?”, you asked. “what? you want us to go on killing sprees? to make ourselves strong?”, you asked him. You actually couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“It’s only a matter of time until another group, or something worse comes our way!”, he said

“And when the time comes, we’ll fight them!”, you said

“It’s not only that”, he said, “you love being out here, I know you do!”, he said, “now you let Daryl, my dad, anybody telling you to stay inside!”, he said, “all of you think that I don’t notice things, that I’m here concerned about kids stuff, but I see things, I had never seen you so happy like the time I saw you coming back from that trip with Daryl and Aaron, or when you came back from DC”, he said, “and now you are there gardening, talking about cooking, you should be out here, taking down walkers, until there is nothing left”

“There’s a lot of them”, you said, “more than people alive, I’m certain, and even so, I chose to be led by your father, so when he says something, I listen to him”, you said

“Even if it goes against your instincts? about what you want to do?”, he asked. “What about Daryl?”

“Well, my shoulder does hurt like a bitch”, you said simply, “but yeah, I listen, and Daryl…”

“Yeah I saw you with Daryl”, you felt your cheeks heated

“Doing what!?”, you asked, alarmed

“Are you gonna stay locked inside those walls now?”, he said, “for him? Are you gonna be a housewife, cook for them, garden? have Daryl’s babies?”

“Dude!”, you called, that did sounded like a nightmare, “No!”, you said, and then you regretted it, “well… maybe”, you mustered, but that didn’t sound right either. “Not right now”, you said then, even you were confused now. So you shook your head to clear your ideas first, “look Carl, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and someone who sneaks out and doesn’t listen, is a weak link”, you said strongly, looking at him. He looked regretful of the things he had said.

“I don’t want what happened to my mom, happen to you”, he said, and you frowned.

“What do you mean by that?”, you asked him.

His face of disappointment broke your heart, and you were about to answer, when a soft wind carried… a mix of… ugly things, first was the horrid smell, and then, it was a sound, a haunting sound, hundreds of moans that created a macabre melody.

“What the…?”, you both stood still, and started to run towards it. You have to grab onto Carl because soon the floor just stopped and you were in the edge of a freaking cliff

“For fucks sake”, you whined, it was a huge quarry, filled to the brim with walkers, occupying every single space there was.

“Holy shit”, said Carl, you slapped his hat, as reprimanding him for cussing.

“Well, we found what Rick’s been keeping from us”, you whined.

Could there be a thousand walkers? you truly believed there was, you even saw more of them on the other side, falling and sliding right in.

“Is this tough enough for you?”, you asked him, he only gulped as he looked at the scene.

Yes it was irresponsible, but you went into the possible scaping points, there was two trucks preventing the walkers from getting out with just a tiny crack in which walkers were scaping, ripping themselves in the process, but on the other side, there were also two trucks, one of them, dangerously close to collapse

“We need to get back to Alexandria”, you told Carl, and you were thankful he actually nodded and obeyed you.

You hadn't even realized how far you had come from Alexandria, a couple of miles even, and it got dark as you were coming back. But you weren’t afraid, the night was clear and the moon was lightening the way. You took too long going around the huge quarry and back, that thing was huge.

It was barely afternoon when Daryl and Beth exited the gates on his motorcycle

Denise had given them directions to a palace she believed could hold some medicina, after Daryl determinately said she wasn’t coming, instead he took Beth. It's been a while since they haven’t been together.

Beth never got the chance to become as strong as he knew she could be, and being behind Alexandria’s walls might never give her the chance, so he needed to take every opportunity to teach her, how to improve het

“Here”, he said, helping Beth jumping out of his bike.

“You are… different”, said Beth with a soft smile

“Uh? different how?”, he asked, checking the surroundings for coming walkers or something else

“Softer”, she said, with a smile

“Very funny”, he said, “knife up”, they saw the store Denise told them about, they placed themselves on each side of the door, Daryl leaned in and opened it, it was quiet inside, there was nothing there. But still he went in first.

“I like you both, together”, Beth kept going, “I think it’s sweet”

“Sweet?”, asked Daryl, raising an eyebrow

“Yeah”, she said softly, “I like her”, it was clear, no walkers, but, the space had been closed for so long, the inside was barely breathable.

“Ya’ think she is making’ me soft?”, he asked, frowning

“You ask it as if it was a bad thing”, she offered. She jumped over the counter, and started grabbing the meds, “but I see you smilin’ when nobody’s watching”, Daryl only mumbled an answer, as they started to fill the bags with everything they could get their hands on

“It’s like sayin’ she makes me weak”, he said, doubtful

“No”, she said softly, “Having someone you care about, like Maggie with Glenn, I don’t think it makes you weak, I think it makes you stronger”, she said with a soft smile, “you are never going to know what you are capable of doing for the person you love”

Daryl and Beth returned at sundown, Daryl looked for you immediately, his first stop was the garden, you were not there, then the house, you weren’t there either.

“Hey, have you seen (y/n)?”, he asked Rick, who also looked like he was looking for someone. As Daryl asked him that, he closed his eyes, like he just realized something

“Carl is gone too”, he said, “they are probably together, out there”

“What?”, asked Daryl. “how?”

“Enid told me Carl has been sneaking out”, he said, “I thought it was harmless”

a thousand things passed through Daryl’s mind, because going out there with people, on a mission and a direction was one thing, but sneaking out, with only another person with no known direction or not knowing if you even had supplies with you? was another thing entirely

It was already dark when they could say for sure that Carl and you were not inside Alexandria’s walls. And every minute, they were more worried.

“We can’t look for them in the dark”, said Rick, “we’ll have to hope for the best, they are strong, they know how to handle themselves”, Michonne looked as worried as the rest of the family that Rick gathered, but then, the door opened. And you and Carl entered like nothing was happening

“We were looking for you!”, said Rick, truly alarmed, when he saw you both, “what were you doing out there, uh?”, oh but you were not going to take his or Daryl’s angry looks.

You looked at everybody gathered there

“I’m sorry guys, we walked more than we expected, our way back took us far long than we expected”, after apologies and wishes of good night, only those who slept in the house remained.

“Where were you?”, asked Rick angrily.

“I don’t know Rick”, you said, “is there something you need to tell us?”, you asked him, “something smelly, moany, a thousand strong something?”, then Rick paled, he searched the eyes of Michonne, who also knew

“You went there?”, he asked

“Yes”, you said simply

“Where the hell were you!?”, asked Daryl, oh he looked pissed

“Rick?”, you asked him, he was looking at you with sorry eyes

“How could you not tell us?”, asked Carl

“I was delaying to tell you this, because we deserved a couple of days to relax, and to enjoy”, he said slowly, “but days ago when we went to bury Pete’s body over the bridge up north… Morgan and I found a Quarry… filled with walkers”

“WHAT!?”, asked Daryl, “how many?”

“Uncountable”, you’d venture, “a thousand?”

“Tomorrow we will discuss it with Deanna and the rest”, promised Rick, “let just give them tonight before we have to be in fighting mode again”, he said. You barely nodded

“Sorry for worrying you all”, you said with a soft smile, you playfully ruffled Carl’s hair and then you tried to go to your room, but Daryl grabbed you gently

“Let’s go to mine”, he said huskily, uh, you knew that voice.

You went down to the basement, you thought you were in for something… and as soon as the door closed behind you, he was on you

“Ya’ scare me”, he said, “we didn’t know where ya’ went!”

“I followed Carl, didn’t want to leave him alone, didn’t have the time to warn anybody”, you said calmly, “how did you run with Beth went?”

“This isn’t about me”, he said angrily, “why can’t ya stay put?”

“I’m not some dog”, you said, “this was a special occasion”, you muttered, “Daryl I’m gonna go out there, you know? I know the risks, but you cannot keep me in here”, you muttered. He smirked

“Can’t I?”, he said with a smirk.

As you said this very morning, you unleashed something out to the world, something seemed to have snapped inside of Daryl since the very first time you had sex, and now? he had this predatory look on his eyes every time he looked at you.

He grabbed you by the hips and kissed you roughly

He had you naked under him in record time, so quickly it made your head spin, and you were so willing he didn’t even doubt it for a second. You moaned when he entered you.

“I fucking love ya”, he grunted, as he buttoned out inside you

“Love you too”, you whined pitifully, he retreated, just to thrust into you, rougher than he had been fucking you both times

“Don’t ever scare me like that”, oh gods you got wet just by hearing his husky voice. “Did ya’ take that pill?”, you shook your head, you barely could string two sentences together, “Answer me”

“No”, you whined

“Good”, he grunted, thrusting into you, “maybe…”, he thrusted into you roughly, making you moan like a whore, “...I’ll give you a good reason”, another thrust, “to stay home, uh?”

“Oh, Daryl!”, you whined

“I’m gonna knock you up”, he grunted, you have never seen him like this, this primal, fuck, that made you closer to cum that you’d care to admit. You grabbed onto him, while you just took it, you couldn’t think of a moment in which you were as turned on as you were right now. He made you cum easily, and he followed closely, inside you, deep, deep inside you.

He released you, and he dropped on his back beside you

You both were panting, looking at the ceiling, trying to wrap your minds about what just happened

“Are ya’ alright?”, he asked, truly concerned, “was I too rough?”

“No”, you assured him, “no, no it was fucking amazing”, you whispered, as he was used to do by now, he grabbed you and accommodate you by his side.

“Daryl?”, you called

“Uh?”

“You didn’t mean the last part, right?”, you whispered.

“Yeah… didn’t”, he admitted, you sighed with relief

“Because the thought of having kids scares the shit outta me”, you chuckled, “tomorrow I’ll take the pill”, he barely nodded, scooping you up and placing you by his side. He kissed the top of your head. “We really should use those nice pajamas”, you laughed, as this was the second time you slept naked.

“Yeah, we should”, he said, as he fell asleep.

PCN: I don't know what's gotten into me, three days, three chapters, this one was like eighteen pages long in my word... so... well... those few who are reading this, enjoy.

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shunin-gumis · 4 months ago

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Netaro Initial SSR Story

Netaro's Soulmate Search, Group Date Edition (Part 2)

Momiji: It's finally the day of the group date!

Netaro: Oooh...! This place is crawling with unfamiliar humans. I am feeling quite stimulated!

Momiji: Netaro-kun is all hyped up too.

Momiji: We spent a lot of time practicing his conversational skills, and eventually he'd improved quite a bit!

Momiji: At least, I think.

~~~~~~(flashback start)

Akuta: Ohohohohoho, top o' the mornin' to ya Kotaro-san! I hope the weather is crazy good today too!

Netaro: Ohohohoho, indeed! The weather has been so pleasant lately that it has been quite easy to leave the laundry out to dry, yes!

~~~~~~(flashback end)

Momiji: ... I'm sure that counts as small talk, right? Yeah. Let's just put it that way.

Momiji: Oh, people have already split up and are sitting down at the tables that have been set up for the occasion...

Momiji: All that's left is to go for it...! Do your best, Netaro-kun!

~~~~~~

The gyaru sitting nearby: Hey hey~ Where'd you come from? I was born and raised right here in HAMA~

Netaro: I have arrived from a planet far beyond~ All for the sake of meeting you.

The gyaru sitting nearby: For reals? That's crazy~

The cheery guy sitting across: I gotta know, where'd you get those threads? The color is sick as hell dude.

Netaro: Right? Isn't it just so?

Momiji: Oh? Looks like it's going well? Maybe I don't have to worry after all...

Kind-looking man: Um, it's my first time attending a group date. It's kinda nerve-wracking huh?

Momiji: R-Right? It's my first time too. I accompanied a friend here today...

Momiji: This is feels kinda refreshing. It's a different kind of experience from when I deal with tourists.

Momiji: I see... this is one way to enjoy a group date I guess!

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Cheery guy Yamada: Thanks Netaro-kun, I'll call ya later~

Netaro: I shall wait eagerly, Yamada. For we are best pals now.

Netaro: Fufu, how was that, Doudou! Were you watching me? Did you see? I managed to hold a proper "conversation"!

Momiji: -Ah! I remember that store! How nostalgic~

Kind-looking man: I didn't think I'd get to meet someone who knew that place. I barely get the chance to talk about it...

Netaro: ...Hmph.

Netaro: Doudou.

Momiji: W-what's wrong!? Weren't you just having a conversation over there...?

Netaro: I... feel upset for some reason. I need you to look at me more.

Netaro: I managed to display the fruits of our training after all. Should you not be praising me by now?

Netaro: Go on, pat me. Praise me more~

Kind-looking man: Um...?

Momiji: This is bad, he looks confused...!

Netaro: Oh I see, you did not get to witness the results with your own eyes.

Netaro: Then I shall converse with you now! Doudou, what are your hobbies? Tell me, tell me~

Choice 1: But that would be missing the point.

Momiji: But that's not the point of this exercise, Netaro-kun. Netaro: Hm? Momiji: Netaro-kun, I want you to be able to find your Beatrice. That's why we came to this group date, so you could meet all kinds of people. Momiji: Right now, you should be talking to other people, not me, right? We'll talk more when we get back home. Netaro: ... Netaro: I see. Understood. Netaro: You. I apologize for intruding on your conversation suddenly. Kind-looking man: Oh, no, it's alright. Are the two of you friends...? Netaro: Indeed. You may call me Netaro Yowa. I am the 18th Ward Mayor of HAMA Tours!

Choice 2: My hobby is... traveling.

Momiji: My hobby... Well, I do love traveling. Momiji: Now that it's come to this, I should throw a topic to Netaro-kun. I'm sure he knows how to go with the flow now... Kind-looking man: Travel, huh. That's great, I really enjoy it too. Netaro: In that case, you should participate in one of our tours at "HAMA Tours". You will get a taste of hospitality that you have never experienced before.

Kind-looking man: Wait, you work at HAMA Tours!? Please do tell me more, I've been wanting to join a tour there since before!

Netaro: Ooh~ Why of course! I'll tell you all there is to know about it from A to Z!

Netaro: Fu~fufun~ La~lala~

Momiji: We weren't able find your Beatrice yet, but you got to make a lot of new friends in the end huh.

Netaro: Indeed! However, this is only the first round of "Beatrice Selection". There will be many many more rounds to come~

Netaro: I shall count on you for the next one too, Doudou.

Momiji: Wait, next time too!?

Momiji: Well, I guess I did have fun. And I'd be too worried to leave him alone...

Momiji: In a way, maybe this could lead to some advertising for HAMA Tours...

Momiji: All right, I'll do my best to find out how you can get to meet a lot more people.

Netaro: You promise, yes? If it ends up being a lie, I'll reconfigure you so that I can launch you through the stratosphere in the flesh, understood?

Momiji: Alright alright, I get it. Let's get some dinner and go home!

Momiji: What do we get today... We talked a lot, so I'm feeling extra hungry.

Netaro: ..........

Netaro: Indeed, I'm feeling quite peckish.

Netaro: You smile over the smallest things. Get surprised easily. Your reactions are always refreshing, and full of life.

Netaro: Kind eyes. A kind voice. Such things are present in this world in abundance, and yet that is precisely why it is so precious.

Netaro: Ha~.........

Netaro: I truly am feeling hungry.

Part 1

#dang netaro wtf #netaro yowa #yowa netaro #18trip #18trip translation #18tlip #Can't help but 👁️ at the fact that he was considering modifying mc so they can travel through space in the flesh #sounds a lot like a kidnapping #I see what you're doing

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sweetlummie · 8 months ago

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Pretty Pink Bows

Mood board by me! In no way is the image supposed to depict reader, I just put the image to show how her bows were styled/are like

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Joel Miller x fem!plus size!reader

A/n: I’m back with another fic! This was inspired by me actually trying the bow look with ribbon I bought from Walmart- haha! Huge s/o to @romanarose for proofreading! Ilysm 💗💗 This fic was made with game!joel and show!joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗 (reupload to see if it shows on tags bc tumblr is fucking me hardcore rn.)

Warnings: implied age gap but it isn’t noticeable, blowjob, light bondage, unprotected piv, cream pie, if I missed anything please lmk

W/c: 1.1k+

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When you went out for patrol, you had brought home a spool of reasonably clean pink ribbon and had waited til the next day to try them on. You got ready for the day and took the time to tie the cut long pieces of ribbon into your hair, hoping Joel would like them.. you hoped it didn’t make you look silly or like a pet, but when you looked at yourself in the mirror and you just looked so pretty! You couldn’t wait to show Joel. When you descended the stairs, Joel was already making breakfast. Quietly, you walked in and hugged him from behind making him chuckle.

“Mornin’ sweet girl…” he drawled out as he turned around to embrace you. As he did that, he got a good look at what you were wearing and my god, did you look so sweet and adorable. His mouth went slack and he felt himself grow hard in his jeans.

“Hey..” You whispered as you looked up at him, noting his reaction. You weren’t sure if it was good or bad.

“You okay?” You asked as you let go of him and stepped back.

“Oh baby, ya look so pretty…” he said as he approached, wrapping his arm around your thick waist. He leaned down and gave you a big kiss, the kiss growing more heated as the seconds passed.

Joel’s kiss was a fiery one, his tongue all the way inside your mouth and causing you to moan as you began sucking his tongue. After a while of making out, you both pull away, panting.

“Fuck sweet thing.. I need your pretty lips ‘round my cock. I need ‘ta watch ya suck my dick with those pretty little pink bows ya got on.” Joel said as he twirled his finger around a lock of your hair.

Nodding, you did as he asked and sank to your knees, palming his bulge.

“Fuck pretty girl.. don’ tease now..” He groaned as he clutched onto the back of your head by your hair, careful not to mess up your bows.

You took his throbbing cock out of his jeans and licked the tip. The taste was salty, but it was a taste you could never get tired of. You began to slowly take him into your mouth as you played with his balls.

Joel grunted as he slowly rocked his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag and tear up.

“Fuck me pretty girl.. look so gorgeous chokin’ on my dick..” he grinned wickedly as he held your head still, fist full of your hair as he began fucking your face.

You whined as he got rough with his touch, but the way he fucked your mouth made you so wet you had to squeeze your thick thighs together.

When his climax approached, he pulled out of mouth and came all over your face, making sure to get them in your bows.

He’s panting now, breathless from his release. “Fuckin’ work of art… now go upstairs ‘n get ready f’me. I have plans for ya baby..” when Joel gave you the order you were bolting up the stairs, licking up some of the cum off with excitement. You got rid of your clothes except your panties and pink tank top you had on that matched your bows.

When Joel got upstairs to your shared bedroom he eyed the spool of ribbon on the dresser. With a smirk he grabbed it and cut off a long piece of the ribbon with the jackknife he kept in his pocket at all times. You watched confused but you trusted him.

With the very long piece of ribbon he walked over to the bed. “Put ya hands together baby..” you brought your hands forward and put them together like he instructed. You were his good girl, and always did as he said.

He tied your hands together in a similar fashion as the bows in your hair, making sure they weren’t too tight, and roughly spread your legs open, ripping your panties down your dripping wet thighs.

“You’re such a lil’ tease ya know that? With your pretty lil’ bows, lookin’ so cute and tasty... ya look even tastier with my cum on your pretty lil’ face.” He got on the bed and brought your thighs to rest on his shoulders.

“Gonna eat this pretty lil’ pussy and fuck ya brains out.” All you could do was nod your head as Joel spread you open and began to lick your wet cunt.

Moaning, you squeezed Joel’s head with your pillowy thighs as he ate you out like a man starved. He fucked your hole with tongue as he brought his thumb to toy with your clit.

It took Joel little time to get hard again. He may be old but seeing you like this- so innocent and cute- got him so aroused. He looked up to see you trembling, with your eyes closed, mewling as your hands strained against the ribbon. You came shakily, squishing his head a bit harder with your thighs. He lapped up your juices before he pulled away.

He looked down at his hard cock and stroked himself. “Such a good baby… look at ya, a mess for my cock.. a mess f’me..” he teased, by this point you needed his fat cock to rock your world some more.

You whined “Joel please…” making him chuckle.

“Ight pretty girl.. I hear ya..”

He lined himself up and slowly thrusted into your entrance making you both moan out before he grabbed your plush hips and began thrusting in and out roughly causing you to cry out. With your eyes closed, you’re reduced to a whimpering mess as Joel does what he pleases with your cunt.

He moved his hand to palm your tit as continued to fuck you. “God baby. So good. So fuckin’ good.” He continued to have his way with you till eventually erupted in your pussy. He came with an animalistic grunt and you with a loud moan. After a few seconds of catching your breath, he slowly pulled out and watched how his cum leaked out of your used hole.

Joel moved his thumb to push his cum back in your pussy and when he pulled it out he brought it to your lips. You quickly licked the mixture of his cum and your juices off of his thumb and he watched with such a tenderness in his gaze it made your heart swell.

He whispers in your ear, breath hot against you. “Ya look so pretty with ya bows on baby.. ya should wear ‘em more often..”

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x plus size reader #joel miller x you

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spacetimesally · 4 months ago

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Howdy-do, Space Cadets, and top o' the mornin' to ya'! Rise and shine and get ready for an out-of-this-world adventure like no other (...ok, it might, in fact, be like a few others) on this Spacetime Sally Animated Adventures!

#scifi #science fiction #space girl #retro futuristic #retro futurism #retro scifi #old cartoons #saturday morning cartoons #title card #title screen #art #ai art #artwork #ai artwork #scifi art #scifi aesthetic #scifi girl #scifi fantasy #scifiart

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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One Small Change

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One, Ticket for One, The Wrong One, Number One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

Saturday. You find it hard to focus on the mountain of work before you as the night before nips at the back of your mind. You haven’t even sorted through the mess of text messages waiting in your phone, the battery icon blinking neglected as you search for an ounce of motivation to start a new day.

Why did last night have to end? You and Jake didn’t play any more MarioKart. You hadn’t managed to catch your breath until well after midnight and you only just dragged yourself out of his dorm before two in the morning. Two!

You feel wild. Like you’re finally living your college life. Not just burying your nose in endless textbooks and dreading your next lecture. But that doesn’t mean that part of it is over. Nope, it’s sitting there staring you in the face, the pile of borrowed library books stacked on your desk and the half-finished notes littered around your laptop.

You grab your mug and peer into the depths, stained with the dregs of your first cup of coffee. You’re half-tempted to go down and indulge in a sugar latte from the Starbucks attached to the next dorm building but you haven’t earned much more than another generic pod from the shared keurig in your kitchen.

You resign yourself to the bland medium roast and emerge into the common space to set the machine to grinding. Your dorm mates are elusive, likely sleeping off their own Friday nights, as the nozzle chokes out a steady brown drip. You add a touch of oat milk and go back to your room, yawning before you take a sip.

Your phone buzzes. You can’t ignore it forever. You’re supposed to meet up with Inez later but you don’t know if you can face everything else. You still can’t believe Jake, but you're not mad at it. He only said what you’re too afraid to.

And he’s right, you’re just happy he said it all out loud. Professor Rogers was getting a bit too close for comfort. Even if he’s totally oblivious to it, you shouldn’t undersell your feelings. Easier thought than done.

You take your phone and plug it into the charge as the 5% warning chirps. You pause and scroll through your notifications, pulling up Inez’ chat first.

‘Meet me at mine @ 1. Bring snacks.’

You give a short confirmation and flip back to Jake’s chat. A dweeby gif of a cartoon cat waving and wishing you a good morning. He’s such a nerd but it’s so cute.

‘Mornin’ you answer bluntly, not sure how much you should say.

‘How ya feelin, champ? Is the crown heavy?’ He quickly responds and you chuckle.

‘W.e. If I spent all my time playing as an imaginary plumber, I might be just as delusional’

‘O we had some real fun last night ;)’

‘And now back to the real not fun’ you swoop up the camera and take a photo of your desk, sending it off with the message.

‘Boo. Should I bring help? Coffee?’

‘Pls. I can’t have u distractin me’

‘Bc I’m so fuckin’ sexy or because I got the best cuddles’

‘Ew stop’

‘Not wat us said last nite’

‘Got 2 study. U should 2.’ You make yourself key in, ‘txt later’.

You hit back and view the list of unread, Professor Rogers at the very top. You really don’t want to delve into that horror show but you have a meeting with him on Monday and you can’t really walk in with this hanging over you. You push your thumb down and the chat pops up.

Several messages precede Jensen’s brash response. ‘How’s it going?’ ‘Having a fun Friday?’... his usual niceties. But only one comes after.

‘Didn’t mean to overstep. Have a good night’

Should you answer? Reassure him with some lie? Or at least let him down easy? Let him down easy? About what? He’s your professor, not your friend. You close the chat and leave him on read. Let him take a hint.

You take your coffee back to your desk and sit down, chin in your hand as you scroll. An email pops up in the corner of your screen, a red exclamation on the margin denoting an urgent message. The sender both surprises you and doesn’t. Dr. Steve Rogers. It could be for the class.

You click and the wind spans the screen, the subject; ‘Lesson 1 Revisions’

You sigh. You thought that was all figured out. You went over everything, you made the changes, he said it was all good. You were already halfway through planning for your next lesson in Week Three.

‘Due to some recent Council regulation amendments to the curriculum, the introductory lesson for Winter term’s ‘Classic to Contemporary Literature’ must be revised to meet the new standards set by the Dean’s Office. See attached the most recent council legislative review and let me know if you have any questions.

My recommendation would be to postpone the completed lesson for Week 3 and design a new lesson to meet the requisites for Week 1. I am open to discussion. Understanding that these are last-minute and unexpected changes, I am open to meeting Sunday for office hours if necessary.

Please let me know if I can assist further and if you would like to meet.

Dr. Rogers’

You sigh and turn your head down, tempted to slam the laptop closed. You don’t have time for this. You have finals, you have papers, and now all the work you’ve done is essentially wasted. It seems almost too convenient that this has to happen now, of all times.

And Dr. Rogers… that sign-off? You lift your head and scroll back to the last email he sent to the class about the exam. At the very bottom you hover your cursor over ‘Professor R.’ Why is he suddenly getting so formal about this? Dr. Rogers, you scoff and roll your eyes.

Well, you can’t blame him for the council amendments. That’s just an unfortunate inconvenience, still his timing is a bit strange. He could wait until you meet on Monday when you’re not piled high with studying.

You rub your forehead and go back to his email. You sit up and type your response.

‘Thank you for letting me known, Dr. Rogers. We can discuss this on Monday at our previously arranged time.’

You hit send and exit out of the window. You have the holiday break to figure out second semester. Right now, you need to finish this stupid paper about Interwar Bavaria for Professor Laufeyson.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #mcu #marvel #professor!steve #au #avengers #captain america #the losers

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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Love Interest

[Character Development Part II]

Joel Miller x Reader + (a not secret pairing)

Summary: Don't you just love it when the universe just hits you with an uno reverse and now you're the one getting flowers?

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, flip zimmerman x reader but idk him and just used his character and made it my own HAHAHHA, pov shift in the end, devil's advocate!ellie, pining, jealousy, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a very niche pairing but im just so psychotic for adam driver that i had to add him. i took the liberty of tagging everyone i could that screamed at me in p1 so enjoy! Tagging: @sloanexx @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @ellooo0ooo @strwwbbrri @zaweashtonslover @aurors-things @b00kw0rmsworld @anxietatema @laysmt @hiddenbabynyc @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi

"Hi." I grunt as I load the basket onto the shelf. I huff and turn around, eyes widening at the fact I have to lift my gaze to find the face of who just spoke. The large man in plaid lets out a breath hot enough it condenses with the chill of the morning air. I offer him a soft smile, "hi." He huffs. His lips curve into a soft grin. I cannot help the way my brows furrow nor the chuckle that leaves me because of his reaction, "can I help you?" He clears his throat. He shifts in his spot then rubs his lips with two fingers, "actually, I'm here to help you." He looks down at the produce in the baskets, sprawled across the floor. He picks two up like it was nothing, "where'd ya want these?" I watch him as he kicks my makeshift step ladder aside (two boxes) and brings the baskets to the high part of the shelf I just couldn't quite reach. He turns to me, "here?" I nod.

"Mornin'," a deep voice huffs.

I turn over my shoulder. I can't help but snigger at the man's just-woke-up face. I shake my head, "clearly not a good mornin', thus the omission."

"Mmm," he grunts, reluctantly reaching his hands out to me, "need some help?"

I burst into giggles as I climb down the ladder with shears in my hand. He steps forward, ghosting his hands over my waist as I go down. I sequentially jump in front of him with a huff.

He fidgets, eyes widening in concern, fully waking up as I do so, "chrissakes."

I snort as I look up at him, "well, do you even know how to prune apple trees?" I show him the shears, "had to learn from the Millers how to do that."

His attention averts from the shears to my face. He mumbles, 200% awake now, "Millers."

I roll my eyes, "Tommy and Maria."

He lets out a breath and nods, taking the shears in my hand, looking to the tree and the ladder, "well, now I'll learn from the Zimmermans."

I huff and roll my eyes, "Flip-"

I still, feeling my lips part.

He looks back at me and clarifies, "you and me, baby."

"I know, I know," he cuts me off, raising a hand, "s'a joke," he climbs up the ladder. He mutters lowly, "half meant, but a joke nonetheless."

I watch as his dark hair brushes against his jaw. I watch as he reaches out for the branches with his thick arms. I watch at how the sunshine reflects on his brown eyes, making them a golden hue. I watch and feel my stomach roll. He brushes his longish hair back. I place my hand on my hip, "do you know how to prune?"

Flip looks down at me, lips curving into a lopsided smile. He pops the p, "nope."

I roll my eyes again, "get down."

"Yes, ma'am," he steps down the two steps my simply taking one big one in front of me. Flip stands in front of me, propping the shears at the top of the ladder.

He looks down at me and stupidly salutes. The constellations of freckles and moles on his face silently urge fingers to retrace them. An early morning breeze blows between us and the smell of grass, flowers, and apples, I find, are slowly beginning to smell like him.

He brings a knuckle to the corner of his eyes and rubs the sand off. His admission of looking for me after taking a morning piss replays in my head after he does this. My belly get even more restless.

"I've been meaning to tell you something," I start, making the man before me still and rigid.

He freezes. I watch him simultaneously gulp and clench his jaw as he drops his hand to the side.

I can't help it. It was a common theme when I was around him-- 'can't help myself'. I can't help but hold back a smile, "I think it's silly you never changed your name."

Flip Zimmerman's face contorts. he takes a moment then his lips fight back a smile.

"I mean," I cross my arms and give an exaggerated look, "we live in a world past birth certificates and IDs..."

I look at how the leaves and branches of the apple trees sway as sunshine kisses their cells. Then, I turn back to Flip, taking in the way the sunshine was kissing him. My eyes dart to his lips. He mirrors my stance, arms crossing, lip corners curving. He furrows his brows and licks the inside of his bottom lip.

I purse my lips tightly at his amused annoyance. I pretend I meant not to continue my train of thought because I caught on he was offended.

"No, go on," Flip nods his head, "please. I'm dying to know how this insult is going to play out."

I laugh, feeling my cheeks hurt as I do. Flip feels his insides churn.

"Well," I try to calm myself, "I was thinking there's no reason for you to go on using the word your parents thought to call you while making pancakes."

Flip is annihilated.

He wheezes so hard, he topples over and sinks down to my height. He reaches out to my arms, squeezing them with his inhumanly large ones, and empties all the amused howls from his diaphragm.

My stomach turns into a washing machine. Its whirring is powered by the sound of his laugh and the feel of his touch.

Flip eventually relents and reclaims his herculean stature. He straightens up, rolls his shoulders back, sighs, and wipes a tear. He chuckles some more as look back at me, "hng- what- hng hng, I'll have you know I enjoy being the only Flip in the known galaxy."

I make a face, "I'm sorry you got Stockholm Syndromed that bad."

He lets out a high pitched giggle. He snorts, "I'll also have you know I plan on naming my child Pivot. I'll say it's French; Pí • vou."

It was my turn to get obliterated. I throw my head back in laughter and slap my hand on my mouth.

Flip starts up like a motorcycle, pleased with my reaction to his joke.

By the time I catch my breath after laughing, I wipe a tear and shake my head, "I feel bad to whomever decides to have a kid with you."

Flip gives a lopsided smirk, "don't worry. I'll be good to you, baby momma."

I instinctively let out a loud sound. Flip watches me as I react, or try my best not to react to his words. I shake my head and move to the ladder, folding it after grabbing the shears.

Flip wordlessly intercepts and takes the ladder from me, ignoring me as I tell him to let me do it. He motions his head, "we doing the next tree or we done for the day?"

"I'm going to do the next tree. You're going to go do your chores."

"You're my chore."

I release a breath and make a face, "uhmmm, that's not as romantic as you think it was."

"So you think I'm romantic?"

"That's literally not what I said."

Later that day, when Flip was finally doing his chores, he was approached by his informant.

He was in the middle of inspecting fuse boxes all over the compound when Ellie sneaks up on him and tries to scare him. Flip, barely flinches as he turns to the girl. He looks at her with slightly wide eyes then relaxes, "hey kid."

Ellie shoves him, "WHY DON'T YOU GET SCARED?!"

Flip barely topples back at her push and looks back to the fuse box, "no idea."

She sighs and comes up to his side, inspecting whatever it was he was doing, then pipes up, "so, how'd apple picking go?"

"It was apple pruning today," he mutters, "and, well, she bullied me over my name."

"Ha," she snorts, "deserve."

Flip ignores this and turns to her after closing the box, "it's clear to me she's obviously still not over your old man."

She flattens her lips into a line.

"So, any ideas?"

Ellie sighs, "look," she raises her hands, "you gotta step up your game! Joel used to do her chores with her too, so that doesn't make you special."

"I thought you said he only did it if she asked."

"Potato, Potahto."

"No, that makes a big dif-"

"YOU GOTTA STEP UP YOUR GAME!" Ellie repeatedly slaps the back of her hand into her palm. Flip stills. She continues, "you should get her something! Something like, I dunno, flowers! Though, I think she would appreciate it more if it was an apple, but you can't really give the apple lady an apple, can you?"

Flip hums, "what about apple pie?"

She gasps and points a finger, "apple pie and flowers."

Flip lets out a chuckle at her excitement, "seems like a plan, except," he shakes hid head, "I can't bake for shit."

"I think this is the part where people say it's the thought that counts," Ellie motions her hands around, "besides, I'm sure as long as you don't poison her, it'll be fine."

Flip tilts his head and looks at the girl as she looks up and thinks, "you know what, I think I remember seeing a recipe book somewhere, let me look for it and," she raises a finger, "I'll even help you."

"Alright," he agrees but then shifts in his spot and crosses his arms, "real talk. Why are you helping me?"

She looks up at the man and makes a face, "bruh," she shakes her head, "I told you! She deserves a hot girl summer."

"It's not s-"

"IT SHOULD ALWAYS BE HOT GIRL SUMMER FOR HER!"

"... how do you even know what that is?"

"ALL I KNOW," Ellie raises a finger "is I was supposed to be making a cake with her, and then I wasn't. And that very same day I find out Joel is hanging out with some other chick. And you," she points, "are going to be evening out the playing field."

Flip watches the teen grow red with anger.

"You also better not mess this up or you'll be my next target," Ellie pulls out her switchblade.

Flip raises his hands and steps back, "fucksake, Ellie, put that away."

Ellie does but points a finger again, "remember. I'm not on your side or his side, I'm on hers." She walks away. Five steps in, she stops and looks over her shoulder, "but also, she smiles a lot more when she's around you, so do what you will with that information."

Flip chuckles as he watches Ellie walk away. He waves his hand around and thinks, "like a rabid bunny."

Ellie goes to Tommy and Maria's place, looking for the recipe book she remembers reading when she was bored. When she comes in, Joel's there and immediately scolds her, telling her to leave her shoes by the door because her boots are grimy and the baby crawls everywhere now.

Ellie rolls her eyes and removes her shoes. She walks up to Joel, who was sat on the living room carpet next to his niece. She chuckles at he sight of the baby ripping at Joel's hair. He raises a thumb in approval, "good job, baby."

Joel turns over his shoulder, inspecting Ellie's sock clad feet and looks back at the baby he was reading to. Before continuing with the flash cards Maria made for her daughter, Joel says, "there's some roast chicken in the counter. They said you can finish it if you want."

Ellie turns to the counter but then walks off to the bookshelf, just past Joel, "not hungry."

Joel makes a sound of disbelief, "right."

She begins to rummage through the books just as Joel reads out some words to the baby girl in his arms. The baby girl can't even walk yet, so Ellie makes a face at the sight of them, wondering if this was even effective. She thinks maybe Joel was just bored out of his mind.

Ellie can't help but chuckle when the child takes the card from Joel's hand and accidentally pokes his eye with it. She whispers under her breath, "deserve."

Joel pulls his head back and grabs the card from the baby. He grunts, "you're worse than Sarah."

Ellie snorts as she continues looking for the recipe book.

The baby makes a much of sounds and Joel grumbles, "yeah, yeah, it's not your fault you have underdeveloped motorskills."

Ellie giggles as she finally spots the book, "are you arguing with a baby?"

Joel looks up to Ellie, "I'm having a civil conversation."

Ellie rolls her eyes as she laughs, "how's that going for you, grampa?"

Joel grumbles, just as the baby yawns, "uncle."

Ellie snorts at the fact she was corrected. She flips through the pages of the cook book, "whatever you say, uncle grandpa."

Joel stands from the floor, cradling the baby in his arms, "alright. Nap time it is then." He lets out old man sounds as he gets on his feet and is about to bring the baby to her crib, but stops when Ellie exclaims in excitement. He catches the cover of the book in her hands then asks, "you baking with her again?"

Ellie looks up from the page, watching Joel stroke the child's tiny back. She thinks for a moment then grins, "nah. Flip wants to make her an apple pie."

Joel makes a face, "flip what?"

Elle's eye narrows. Is he for real? "Flip!" She closes the book and raises an arm, "the sasquatch?! With the," she flexes her arms, "big man boobs and the," she flips her ponytail back, "luscious dark locks."

When she turns back to Joel, she catches how his face darkens in real time.

Ah, Flip.

She wanted so badly to scoff and egg him on, but then she thought that she would be giving herself away too much if she did. Instead, she clarifies with a no-duh tone, "Flip Zimmerman."

Joel clears his throat, "yea. I got it."

Ellie huffs through her nostrils and purses her lips. She dashes over to Joel, gently squeezing the baby's dangling leg, before running off and calling, "see ya on the flip side, Joel."

Joel lets out an annoyed chuckle, turning around, just to see Ellie shove her shoes on and run out of the door. He scoffs and looks at the baby, "who the fuck names their kid Flip?"

She doesn't give a crap what her uncle is saying and nuzzles against his neck.

Joel sighs, "ok, nap time for us then."

Joel looks up from the sheep pen when he hears a fit of giggles. He looks up and sees you and Abella carrying a large basket of vegetables, both of you had a hand on the handle.

He straightens up and wipes his hands on the back of his pants while the two of you huff and urge the other to walk faster because you feel the basket slipping. He is about to jump over the fence and jog up to you to help but then the sound of a loud scream from behind surprises him.

"CHEATERS!"

Joel looks out to whom shouted just as you do.

Flip fucking Zimmerman's arms strain through his muddy flannel.

The two women turn to each other and finally drop the basket once they're in front the storage house. They let out giddy, heavy breathes and high-five each other in accomplishment.

Joel feels like his insides warm at the sight. He feels like he's being torn from the inside. He thinks about the friendship between the two of you. He watches as you two lean on each other and laugh before pulling away. He watches as Abella beams, finding himself reminded by the fact it was so easy to be around her, so easy to love her. She was the type of person that lit up the room. It was undoubtedly the reason why you both were so taken with each other.

He watches as you look out to the approaching man.

You were, too, incredibly easy to be around. No fuss, no muss, just... just you.

He steps back and decides to busy himself with the sheep when Flip finally reaches the two of you.

"First of all," Flip huffs as he stops, "I take the fact y'all cheated cause you were too scared to be beaten by me as a compliment."

You roll your eyes and stick out your tongue. Abella giggles, covering her face.

"Second of all," Flip puts down the two large baskets of vegetables he hand in either hand, "y'all did me dirty by tripping me into the mud. Literally."

You and Abella speak at the same time, "we didn't trip you!"

Joel's ears perk. He sneaks a look. Well, you shudda.

Flip hums as he narrows his eyes, "right."

"It's literally not our fault--" you start. Your words go dry when Flip begins to undo the buttons of his shirt. Abella's jaw goes lax while you clench yours after Flip pries the caked-in-brown material off his torso.

Joel's eye twitches at the sight of the man undressing. He looks around and scoffs. He's two seconds away from storming over and telling him off. Doesn't Somersault know there are kids around?

Abella looks away and whistles. You rather unabashedly look down at his abdomen.

Flip furrows his brows, not doing much to conceal his shit eating grin, "what was that, baby momma?"

You lift your gaze to glare at him, "I told you to stop calling me that."

"Okay, wifey," he smiles.

Abella presses her lips together tightly.

"Unlike you I actually have a proper name, which you can call me by."

Abella holds back a giggle.

"Well why should I when it's so much more fun to call you mine," Flip leans forward, each tooth in his stupid head on full display. You cannot help the fact your body begins to prick with heat.

Joel stills when he sees this. His insides fume when he catches how close Rotate gets to your face. This man has no sense of decorum whatsoever.

Flip only turns away when there is a loud crash from a distance. Joel knocked over some metal buckets by accident and is now roughly setting them back up. When Flip turns back to you, Abella looks back and finally spots Joel. She smiles when she does. You, however, could only awkwardly shift in place, not knowing what to do or where to look.

Abella looks back at you and laughs at your stance. She looks at Flip and shakes her head, "I can't lie, that was pretty good."

Joel's brows furrow at her words. What's with the enabling?

Flip wipes his side with his shirt then throws it over his shoulder. You glare at Abella and she holds back a laugh. Flip looks to her and points, "you like that, do ya? Well you'll love this."

Flip pulls out a piece of paper from the back of his pocket and hands it to you. Abella watches in excitement as you apprehensively take the paper from him.

Will you make flowers and make apple pie with me?

▢ Y E S ▢ no

Abella watches as your begin to shift restlessly in your spot. She barely catches a glance of your paper before you say, "so," you look to Flip, "you never graduated high school, is that it?"

Joel hears this and scoffs out a chuckle. He shovels some dirt and thinks, probably didn't get passed elementary.

"There is a charm in the childish," Flip smiles, "also, no pressure, but I never got yeses way back when."

You bite your lower lip to conceal your smile. You fail, "damn. It would be wrong of me to break that tradition now.

Flip's breath hitches, muttering softly under his breath, "no, it really wouldn't."

Abella immediately knows what the note is after hearing that. She coos and clutches her chest, "a yes/no note?"

Joel scoffs and mutters as he shoves his shovel into the ground, "a fucking yes/no note?"

Flip wipes his lips with his fingers, "I didn't want to give you flowers and pie if you didn't want them."

Joel stops his shovelling.

"And I also thought it would be much more enjoyable to do these things if you were there," Flip adds, suddenly crossing his arms, making his chest muscles get smushed up, and clears his throat, "it's not at all because I wanted to know what flowers you liked nor because I don't want to accidentally poison you with my baking at all."

When you rub your face after hearing this, Abella takes a hint and looks away. She pretends she just spotted Joel, "oh my goodness, look, it's Joel!"

Joel nearly has a heart attack when he hears his name get called. He stiffens as he watches Abella jog over to him. Whatever semblance of calmness he feels from her smile is shattered when he catches you turning to him. His eyes lock with yours and his mouth goes dry. He clenches his jaw and offers a small smile, raising a hand.

The way your lips curve into the faintest of grins grates at his heart, especially when it breaks into a thin line and an eyeroll, one that you did in endearment. He watches you turn to Flip as he whispers something to you. You promptly attack him and pinch his arm violently for it, groaning but giggling at the same time.

Joel watches Invert recoil at the violence he so clearly merited for whatever the fuck he whispered. He only looks away when a hand is waved in front of his face.

"Earth to Joel," Abella pipes, finally earning his attention.

Joel looks at her and her pretty doe eyes, melting at the sight, "hi, honey."

Abella chuckles under her breath, "that's not the appropriate response to what I said at all, but I'll take it."

Joel sighs and shakes his head, turning back to his sheep, "I'm embarrassed to admit I didn't hear a word you said, sugar."

Abella's face flushes at the pet names. She levels her breathing as Joel turns back to her while he readies to shovel up some dirt again. Abella tilts her head, "I said they look cute, don't they?"

Joel's shovel skids on the ground as he scoops up some manure.

As if on cue, you laugh so hard it's impossible not to look to your direction. And Joel does it so instinctively. It's possible for Abella though. Her chest tightens as he watches Joel look your direction. She decides to look too in the end and finds herself smiling at how you and Flip were now chasing each other around as he threatens to get the mud his shirt on you. She cannot help the giggle that leaves her at the sight of Flip waving his shirt around as you evade him, careful not to hit the baskets on the ground.

Abella's expression falls when he hears Joel grumble to himself. She would not hear it well enough to distinguish the fact that Joel said, "fucking flipper."

Joel makes the mistake of looking the next instance you squeal. It was his mistake that he looked and found you wrapped in the arms of the beefy lunatic.

Abella catches how quickly he looks away after. She says, "you like her, don't you?"

Joel turns to Abella, leaning on the shovel, "what?"

She shrugs and shakes her head, "well if you don't think that," she points to side, "looks cute, then obviously you like her."

Joel watches as Abella leans on the pen and flares at the skewed reasoning. He tilts his head as his one eye twitches, "I don't have to think they look cute at all. It's none of my business what she does with him anyway. They can roll in mud for all I care."

"But you-" Abella quip but then chokes on her words.

Joel is increasingly annoyed, "but what?"

"But you like her," she blurts softly.

Joel clenches his jaw. He regurgitates a dark chuckle. His ears twitch at the sound of your laughter but he no longer makes the mistake of looking.

Abella knows what went on between the two of you, and she knows that was why Joel insisted on taking things slow. And by slow, they haven't even kissed yet. So what happens next takes her off guard.

Joel yanks his shovel out of the ground and walks over to her. He bends down to meet her lowered face and offers a smile. Once their eyes meet, he kisses her softly.

Abella's spirit leaves her when Joel's lips press against hers and his mustache tickles her skin. When they pull away, he rubs his nose against her as her breath hitches, "not like how I like you."

When Joel smiles at her, Abella feels like she could fly. She reaches out and caresses his cheeks lightly. When Joel closes his eyes, Abella's touch is not what he feels. She leans over the pen to give him a deep kiss and once they pull away, they're both breathless. Joel's eyes open and he feels a dread wash up in the face of Abella's beauty. But then she rubs her thumbs on his cheek and now he's actually smiling at her.

Abella watches Joel as he goes back to his work, a grin playing on his lips as he tried not to smile too big.

She was too taken by the kiss, too taken by him to realize the full meaning of his words, not how I like you. He didn't like Abella the way he liked you.

Joel's expression fades as his eyes roll to your direction against himself. It seems the baskets were stored away now, since they were no longer in sight and the two of you were walking off. Spin was still shirtless as ever. Joel watches his back muscle flex as he moved.

You snort as you shove Flip away. Flip lets himself topple to the side and walks back closer as he looks down on you and smiles. He pushes your hair away from your face as a breeze blows.

Joel wonders for a moment if you and him had ever been like this, laughing at the littlest things, annoying everyone, obviously smitten. And then he wonders about what he, himself, meant... not like how I like you.

Joel looks back at Abella, who very much melts at his gaze.

How did he like you?

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Hand in hand, two little boys walk down the dusty Texas backroads.

They’re almost identical, except the boy with the wine colored birthmark across his left cheek has his choppy hair in a tiny braid, while his slightly taller brother, who is like his mirrored opposite, has his dark brown hair hanging loose and messy.

The tiny baby they carry with them, in an old potato sack with straps attached and holes cut in it for his legs, looks almost the same, though his hair curls are different, and his top lip permanently curls up to show his gums and budding little teeth.

Just the three of them are running away from home.

It’s hot, but it’s always that way out here in the middle of nowhere Texas, even in the pitch darkness they’re currently navigating. The twins have grown used to it, their priority mostly giving the baby a bit of water on his head every now and again to keep him cool.

That, and one of them, the twin that walks a little more stiffly, and carries a knife with him everywhere, just in case, his goal is to make sure they aren’t being followed.

Every few feet he turns and walks backwards, looking behind them at the long and dark stretch of road.

“Y-You sure does wor-worry a lot, there Nu-Nubbins.” The shorter brother chimes out of nowhere, though that’s not to say that he’s been quiet before per se. He’s been humming and singing and laughing at nothing the whole way, noises the way he shows his excitement.

The one called Nubbins speaks fast and frantic, like he’s desperate to be understood, “C-C’a’int help it, Bobby. A-Ain’t ya scare..scared?”

“Nope.” Is Bobby’s simple reply, his nose turned up high in the air with confidence that has his brother jogging for a moment to keep up with.

It embarasses Nubbins, to think that maybe he’s the problem. His twin is his idol, and he wants nothing more than to be like him. His little brain rationalizes that there’s got to be a reason why they feel differently, “It’s.. it’s cause you ain’t c-carryin’ the baby.”

But Bobby misunderstands what he means, “Yer’ scared ‘a lit-little B-Bubba?”

Nubbins takes it personally, bad at reading tone, especially over the sound of all the darned cicadas and crickets and katydids chirping away in the fields and trees they walk past.

“I w-wish you weren’t so me-mean to..t-to me.”

And now, caught in a cycle, Bobby takes that personally.

“H-Hey now listen p-pipsqueak. I ain’t mean. I-I’m the best brother. Th-The best.”

If it wasn’t for baby Bubba snoozing on Nubbins’ chest in the homemade bag, he’d have turned and started picking a fight with his brother. Meanness and hatred and spite are all they know. Bloodshed and mayhem and hiding under the bed from their big brother. Squeezing their eyes shut and crying so so quietly while they listen to their twin being beaten just across the room, or down the hall. It didn’t matter. Violence was everywhere.

It’s why they’re leaving now. Nubbins feels kind of bad for thinking about tearing out Bobby’s hair in patches, or biting him on the arm, or kneeing him in the chest over and over and over ‘til he coughed up blood. Actually, really bad.

He looks over at Bobby, with his balled up fists, and reaches out with words, tries to make a connection from a different place, ‘cause he loves his twin. “Can..can you t-tell me what I-I oughta do?”

Bobby doesn’t need guilt to change his mind, he needs to vent. He kicks some dust up and punches the air for a minute, and then he answers all calmly, “‘Bout what?”

“I ‘unno. D-Don’ want Drayton t’ fi..find us.” Nubbins worries aloud. Usually he isn’t this nervous, usually he loves adventures! But this one is extra scary, and they’re only so small, and-

Bobby doesn’t share his fears.

“A-As if! You..You ‘n me both knows ‘at o-old fart won’ e-even know we’re g-gone ‘til tomorrow mor..mornin’ at least.”

“O-Oh alright… But..but if we get in tr-trouble I’m’a gonna be r-real ma-mad at’cha.” Nubbins threatens, a smile growing on his face as relief sets in. If Bobby says things will be okay, then they will. He just knows it.

“Deal.” Bobby agrees to accept his brother's future fury, quickly forgetting the topic and moving on to his next subject of interest, “Gimme..gimme Bubba!”

Happily. Nubbins takes off the makeshift baby carrier and helps his twin get into it, loosening the straps since Bobby’s got slightly bigger shoulders. Drayton always said that he was a parasite and sucked all of Nubbins’ life away when they were in mama’s womb.

Drayton would swear, with his fists or a broomstick raised up over his head, that that’s why he was so weak.

They work together to get the baby carrier in place, by now Bubba awake in there and reaching his chubby little hands up for attention. Bobby heaves him up by his diapered bottom and exclaims, “Shee-oot, B-Bubba’s gettin’ he-heavy!”

It reminds Nubbins of something else their big brother used to say. He was always commenting on Bubba's weight or making mean faces when the baby would steal a little fistful of food. That was always too mean for Nubbins. The baby was just that. A baby! Just a little six month old guy!

He loves him, almost as much as he loves Bobby, and wants to take care of him.

There’s just one problem. “How.. How we gon’ f-feed ‘im?”

Bobby thinks about it, skipping excitedly when an idea hits him, “I-I know! He-He really likes th-them funny lookin’ p-purple berries that grows by.. behind the gas station! O-On them little bush-bushes! A-An’ Drayton’s always s-sayin’ ~get the-them things out yer’ m-mouth boy!~ an’ make-makes Bubba spit em’ out! B-B-But we can fee-feed ‘im as many as..as he wants!!”

All that rambling inspires Nubbins.

They’ve gotten this far, why not! It’s up to them to seize fate and leave behind their isolated farmhouse. They won’t let little Bubba hurt the way they have.

“Y-Yeah alright!! Just.. jus’ gotta f-find some!”

“I-I th-think ther’s some dow-down by the str-stream!!” Bobby remembers, taking his brother by the hand, and taking off running.

#tw child abuse #nubbins sawyer #bobby sawyer #chop top sawyer #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #tcm 1974 #texas chainsaw massacre fan fiction #ficlet #added a tw to this one since it’s a kid fic and even though it’s canon I know it’s rough readin bout kids getting hurt #also.#y’all. look up common moonseed berries. for this to make sense. I’m sorry-#there are about three endings we can go for. they get caught and have to go home. they eat the berries. or they live happily ever after #lettin the people choose cause I didn’t wanna pick one ending

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