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hisokakissmeplz · 4 months

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Omg ive genuinly had this is my mind for too long but IMAGINEEE JUST IMAGINE where succubus!reader meets hisoka cause she feels his strong aura and energy thinking its gonna be easy an easy target BUT THEN when the succubus!reader teleports in his room at night to gain energy from him, succubus!reader ends up getting her energy decreased by alot since yk succubus only gains energy when they dominate but we all know hisoka aint playin around so the succubus!reader ends up getting dominated by hisoka instead untill they have completely run out of energy and begging from overstim

THIS IS ALOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED BUT IF YOU DECIDE TO DO IT TYSMMM AND IF YOU DONT THATS FINE TY FOR READING ANYWAYS ‼️🩷

Omg yay

Also sorry this is so late I low-key forgot about it

You were a succubus. An awful one at that. Downright mean and evil.

Always trying to manipulate and use every man you saw. You had to for energy, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't take any pleasure from it. And not just sexually, there was a certain thrill about taking them down and having them at your whim. It did get boring after a while, one man, one same routine round, but it was all you knew.

This time, you decided to go stalking for your next prey at the local arena. It was a real showy place, Heaven's Arena. Cute.

There were strong, body builder type fighters everywhere. Just waiting for you to come and dominante their energy away.

You heard over the intercom a fight that was set up for tonight, a big one at that, some reigning champ or whatever. Might as well go, you thought, what were you doing here anyways if you didn't check out a fight or two.

You reserved yourself a room, thanking the sweet girl behind the counter as she handed you the key.

You prettied yourself up before the fight, hoping to find someone while you were out. You weren't too tired, not yet, but it did help to always have an energy source.

You waited for the fight to begin, sitting near the front row, the guy beside you practically drooling over himself. He wasn't anything special but he was already begging you to dominate him so it was something.

The announcer began calling out the names of the fighters, lights, fire, and the big booms. The crowd cheered and hollered watching them come out on stage. You watched as an interesting, older looking man stepped out, his hair long and white, his clothes looked quite flashy with gold and silver and other shiny metals.

The other man stepped out. His hair was bright red and his eyes a shiny gold. Your eyes taking him in, desperately, like you couldn't see enough of him. His attire was jokerish, his long arms and tall silhouette emerging from the smoke. God he was beautiful. You had to have him.

You watched eagerly as the fight began. You heard the announcer call out different hits, most of which were by the red haired man. He moved so fast, his aura enveloping him and the other fighter. You could feel his energy, powerful and lustful, he was the perfect victim for you. Totally forgetting about the guy beside you, you were on the edge of your seat.

"WAIT!"

The other fighter called out, stopping the red haired man's next attack.

The announcer hollered about it over the intercom, but you were too invested in what you were seeing. The other fighter held his hands up, surrendering, his eyes pleading from his bruised and bloody face.

The announcer called off the fight, awarding the red haired man with the win. Although, he didn't seem pleased, more dissatisfied, like he was disgusted. He won the fight, why was he unhappy? Honestly didn't matter, you were already on your way to introduce yourself to your latest victim.

"You must be Hisoka." You said cheerful, asserted a seductive demeanour with the sway of your hips.

"Ah, yes." He turned around, letting his eyes drift down over your body, before making eye contact. "What can I do for you?"

His voice was like honey, thick and sweet. You could feel his lustful energy growing, easy target. He was already begging.

"I just wanted to introduce myself," You smiled at him, flipping your hair and licking your lips while talking with him. "I'm a big fan."

You let your voice slip into a more flirtatious tone, sticking out one of your hands delicatly.

He took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Always nice to meet a fan." He held your hand in his a moment longer before letting go and turning away to leave. "Bye, bye."

Although he was walking away, you could still feel his strong energy. Something about it, the aura, pooling at your core.

You knew he would be easy prey, you could tell just how eager he would be for you, just from his aura. You could probably get a lot of energy from him, more than you really needed.

That night, you laid in your bed at the arena waiting. Checking the time once again you decided that now was a good enough time as any.

Standing up, adjusting your short red dress, and fixing your hair, you prepare yourself.

Appearing now in Hisoka's room, you could hear the shower running and decided to make yourself comfortable. You sat down in the bed, kicking off your heels and letting you dress ride up a bit as you waited.

Not much longer you heard the shower shut off, not sure why you were getting so excited over just another victim. You watched as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with the towel before wrapping it around his waist.

As he turned the corner of his room his eyes lit up with surprise only briefly, his face never showing it.

"Oh~" he only barely acknowledged you sitting in the bed, still you persisted, as he went about his room. "Usually I'm more prepared for guests."

"That's quite alright, sorry if I'm being too forward but," you played out your same, tired routine. Blah blah blah You're just so tempting blah blah blah.

Except this time, he interrupted.

"Don't be sorry, I prefer my women a little more forward." He came up to you, resting his hands on either side of you on the bed. "It's more fun that way."

God he was already puddy in your hands.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him a little closer, leaning in to his ear to whisper.

"How about I show you how forward I can be?" You flipped him over, and straddling his lap on the bed.

He let out a groan at the sudden motion and the feeling of you rubbing against him with only the towel around his waist between you.

He quickly recovered, supporting himself on his elbows and looking up at you. He smirked at you before speaking his his soft, honey like voice.

"As much fun as that sounds," his hand ran up your body and to your hands, rather intimate and sweet, like he was holding your hands. "I think I'll be taking charge."

He let go of your hands and made a small jerking motion. Within a blink of the eye, your hands were stuck to the headboard above you and you were now on your back.

Fucking Bungee gum.

He started first on your thighs, leaving big purple marks all over them before moving to your cunt.

His hands made their way to your hips, pulling you closer onto his face. All you could do was moan when his mouth made contact.

God he was so skilled with his tongue, sliding over your vulva up to your clit again and again before diving in to your sopping hole and slowly running his tongue over your gummy walls before pulling away and blowing on you softly. The cold air making you shiver, you can't help but moan out his name when you see the string of saliva connecting him to your wet cunt.

He must've stayed down there for hours, and all you could do was whine and struggle against your binds as he overstimulated your sensitive pussy.

Yours hands tugged his hair with every movement of his tongue on you, earning a groan from him each time. The vibration of his moans felt so nice against your sloppy lips.

"Hiso-Hisoka please!"

He didn't stop, his mouth didn't even break away from your cunt as he spoke.

"I know, I know."

He sound so soft and comforting, you wouldn't have been able to tell he was violently eating you out if it wasn't for the the muffle of you against his lips.

You knew if he didn't stop you'd pass out soon for m exhaustion, but that was so far away from you right now as you begged for more.

Don't worry though, he'll let you make up that lost energy in the mornings ng when you ride him.

#hisoka morow #hisoka #hisoka morrow x reader #hunter x hunter #hisoka hxh #hisoka morrow #hisoka hunter x hunter #hisoka hcs #hisoka x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka fluff #hisoillu #sub hisoka #Hunter x hunter

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pesttherat · 16 days

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For @archie-sunshine and that one sappy Dratchrod drawing.. dont laugh i dont.. i dont write smut... ever... (its not very serious, i enjoy using silly words)

♡Hi, anyone under 18 pls dont read- and if you do, pls dont interact with it- i cant control you, but I'd prefer if you didn't read it♡

Fic below

It had been a day like any other for Ratchet.. scolding idiotic knights, shooing off pesky preachers, even having someone try to explain how magic is better then non magical healing... so when Drift ran in, Rodimus in arms, panicking.. he was.. concerned... not for Rodimus really, more so Drift.

"Ratchet! Issues!" Drift called to the healer, biting his lip... Him and Rodimus had been out at a public function as normal, and before they knew it, some "kill the kings peasants shall rule" loser had come up and stabbed him!

"What it is now? Did he fall down the well again?" Ratchet gave a dry chuckle as joked about the many times Rodimus has fallen, but Drift hadn't laughed.. instead he just held Rodimus out to Ratchet. "He was bloody stabbed!" "Stabbed..? With what, let me see"

Ratchet could see the difference between how Rodimus typically looked when hurt and now... he was pale.. clamey... and his forehead was soaked in sweat, while his skin was colder then usual.. and Drift could only give a worried look..

"A serrated sword, the attacker has been arrested, but Rodimus is... worryingly still..." Drift shifted, while Ratchet pushed him out his work space, and began to prep his table.. getting out different herbs, cloths, medicines and liquids...

"Cursed? Poisoned?" He queried as he worked, seamlessly and gracefully... "not that i could tell... but that doesn't ease my worries... i failed to protect him!-" "eh, he was to cocky recently anyway."

Rodimus let out a small groan and whimper as his little armor, and shirt was removed... Ratchets eyes widened slightly, and he put a hand over the wound, as he grabbed a wet cloth, and forced himself to remember a good disinfectant spell.. no way this thing wasn't infected already.. so he'd be forced to use magic to clean it..

"What the frag.. Drift warm up a cloth by the fire, and soak this one in cold water... " he handed Drift two rags, and used a few small clumps of sheep wool like cotten balls, as he dipped them in various medical liquids, then applied them to the wound

"Ahhh.. mmhm..." Rodimus hissed and groaned.. while Ratchet gave him a soft "shhh"... "is it bad Ratchet..?" "It aint pretty.. he's gunna be on bed rest for a while.."

◇{~ Time skip bc IDK what to put between here and the next part ~}◇

Rodimus... lets just say this was a close call, and he now has a cool scar on his abdomen... he woke up with terrible aches and a groan.. his vision clearing he could see the dim light of a lantern lit up the room, and two familiar blobs were beside him, one gently rubbing his cheek, while the other had a firm hand on his side...

"Easy hot shot.. dont move to much.." the larger blob spoke, and he immediately recognized it as Ratchet.. and before long he heard the second blob pipe up as well... " stay down please.. we got you..." obviously that one was Drift.. he could see the familiar horns...

He must have been out for days.. his body was stiff.. and he felt.. he hated to admit it.. but stupidly pent up, and hot... which his lovers could quickly tell... "Rodimus.. are you... uhm.. just happy to see us..?" Rodimus looked at his lower abdomen, and his cheeks flushed.. as he realized Drift was looking at his pelvic area, where he had a massive fantasy boner-

"Kid, relax.. just try and sleep.." Ratchet sighed.. Rodimus nearly died.. he'd rather he wasn't getting horny and focusing on everything but recovering- "Ratchet.. i cant help it..! And you know I get pent up.." Rodimus voice trailed off to a low quiver as he got embarrassed.. but Drift was quick to pick it up..

"He.. did nearly... kick the bucket.. and we.. have been feeling a bit lost without him nagging us during our canodaling..." "Drift, no- dont encourage hi-" "*Big cough, big sad Victorian sick child cough*" Rodimus had a slight coughing fit, and Drift coulr only give Ratchet a look, before he moved himself gently over Rodimus, and began to puch his hair out his face...

Ratchet just groaned... they were like children.. but he did feel his heart strings get pulled when Rodimus practically nuzzled up to Drifts hand... and moved more to Rodimus' side.. gently rubbing his injury with a soft touch..

"Mmm..." Drift gently removed his lovers garments, and then his own.. still with a gentle touch, his fingers trailed Rodimus chest, and traced his tattoos and scars... whispering gentle words into his ears..

"Your doing so good.. you were so brave.." Ratchets hands began to move down Rodimus' body.. towards his thighs, he massaged the sore spots on his legs... hands moving up then.. gentle as they brushed Rodimus' soft lower lips... and he smiled softly as his lover quivered...

"Mm.. ahh.." "easy love.. let is treat you right.." Drifts turn.. he leaned down.. tail raised, and softly kissed Rodimus' top scars... kisses going up his chest as to his neck... and Rodimus was a softly moaning mess... his mind flooded with serotonin at the praise and gentle touches to his skin...

"Y'know Drift.. he's so pretty.. he's out handsome... strong boy... so masculine... and brave..." "R- Ratchet.. mmm~ y- you... your so nic-" Rodimus cut himself off with a moan as Ratchets fingers entered his sensitive clit.. and his hips moved slightly.. Ratchet taking gentle care to make sure Rodimus was leaking slightly before any sort of real sexual action happened..

"Your doing great... so good love... you ready to take me love..? I wont start till you give the ok... my manly man... si strong..." Rodimus smiled and nuzzled up to Drift... any sort of praise to his masculinity, and he was caught hook line and sinker...

"Please..? I- i need it.." Rodimus let out a nice, deep moan.. he didn't have to speak twice before Drift had carefully inserted himself into the smaller man.. and Ratchet was now up by his face.. relaxing his injured lover muscles and whispering sweet nothing in his ear..

"brave.. strong... taking us so well... such a man... so good to us.. our sweet king just let us take care of you... dont you lift a finger..." Drift was slowly moving in and out.. taking special notice when Rodimus was react in a pained or negative way.. and would be quick to fix himself accordingly..

Sadly, he could only last 20 minutes... his sigh libido being effected by his injury.. as he began to softly whine... "whats wrong love..? Does it still hurt?" Drift gently pulled out.. and was handed a damp towel by Ratchet. "Lets clean you up.. and we can lay for the rest of the day..."

And the trio did... after wiping eachother down... they layed together.. all naked, they cuddled in a big ol pile... Drift collected pillows and blankets.. while Ratchet kept Rodimus from getting sore... both kissing Rodimus all over, and rubbing his warm skin... staying like this till they all fell asleep...

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Thank you for reading! As i said, I've never written smut- so- hope its decent!

-Pesty Pest

#transformers #one shot #Pest writes #Smut #18+ only #please dont read if minor-#knightformers #Archie Sunshines AU #MTMTE #pest has no shame

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yourtouchismidas · 11 months

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RG tells Matty to go and deal with Stevie because she gets suspended and he’s being stern but she breaks down and confides in him?

the school calls. you know as soon as the teacher introduces himself, which child he is calling about. you're at the bookstore, and can't get out until closing, so you call matty.

"school called," you say to him when he picks up.

"stevie matilda?"

"stevie matilda. can you go get her? i can't leave work."

so he does. he shuts down the music he was working on and gets in the car, flipping his keys over and over in his hands. at front desk he doesn't need to introduce himself.

"ah, mr healy," the receptionist says.

"how are you, gwen?"

"oh you know, same old, different day."

matty nods in agreement, "well i'm here again, so you're not the only one. where is my delight?"

"stevie is ready for you," she says, and points to the little waiting room to the side. he looks through the glass and sees her, twiddling her hair, looking in her lap. his heart twinges. his sweet little baby. it doesnt feel like the same girl who couldve called her teacher a cunt. which he secretly finds fucking hilarious. but he rearranges his face. you've told him to be more stern. he barges into the waiting room. its an act. it's all an act.

"get up." he says, "let's go."

"dad i..."

"let's go," he says, cutting her off. she slopes off the chair, grabbing her bag and going past him and out the door.

"what you playing at stevie?" matty says when they're in the car.

she turns around a grins at him. she thinks she can break him. she's done it so many times. he doesnt budge.

"well?" he says. her face falls. she turns to look out the window.

"nothing."

"we aint going for ice cream this time pal. it's getting too much. i cant keep coming out here and getting you from school. you really need to get your fucking act together."

"who are you?" stevie says, pulling a face at him.

"don't. i can't keep bailing you out of things. i dont get it. well i do. i know it's fucking shit to have to do things you dont wanna do. but you can't keep doing this. you're gonna fuck up your life."

stevie mumbles something. matty doesnt hear.

"what?"

"i said, maybe i want to!" stevie snaps. he can hear the pain in her voice as it catches in her throat. he looks over at her. she's hiding her face. is she crying. is his tough little girl crying.

"stevie?" he says, his voice softening. her shoulders shake, "oh baby girl."

he's cracked and he knows it but he doesnt care. this is different. this feels different. he knows her. he knows her. she is part of him. so like him. his melancholy shadow. his midnight nightmare buddy. both of them often up in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep. he thinks about all those years. the thinking. the overthinking. the shakes. the panic attacks. the overcast feeling. she is so much like him. he pulls over the car.

"my love," he says, "are you okay?"

his own voices cracks, he's crying too now.

"i'm so bored," she says, "i'm so bored."

"does everything feel, like, grey?"

she nods. she starts sobbing.

"i was trying to concentrate in french," she gushes out, "i was. but my mind kept drifting and i was looking at my book and i was just doodling to try and get my hands to do something so my mind could listen but the teacher yelled at me and it was so unfair and i know i shouldnt have yelled and i know i shouldnt have said that word but... i just. i just did."

"oh love," he says. he holds out his arms to her. she clambers into them, as if she is still a small child. "its okay," he says rubbing her back. "it was the wrong thing to do. okay but sometimes, if our minds aren't feeling well, we do the wrong things. i do them all the time."

"i know," stevie says, through tears. matty chuckles.

"alright!" he says. he wipes her eyes. "we're gonna help you. okay? this feeling bored? the grey? we're gonna talk to someone about it. and we need to start trying to get more sleep. both of us. okay?"

she looks up at him and nods.

"deal?"

"deal," she says.

"now, let's go get some ice cream."

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy #matty healy x y/n #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #dad!matty

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fanficbarbie · 6 months

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❝one thing about me, i aint taking no shit❞

read the rest of the read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: hi. did y'all hear 1989 tv? it was really good. also, i blacked out (happy halloween) so, sorry this chapter is late. i really have nothing to say other than this isn’t edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: joel and the sweetest baker have their first fight. the sweetest baker rethinks if she wants to be with joel.

Chapter Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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Time seemingly taunts me on Tuesday afternoon with a slow bakery and 3 employees. The fretting about the pie recipe paid off and the bakery made it into the Chicago Tribune for best fall treats. We sold out of pickup orders the next day but no one wants to get their pies this early in the week.

My mind drifts watching Ellie’s slow and methodical paint strokes. I wonder what her biological parents did to have that much talent weaved through her DNA. Dina sits on the floor next to her, reading her an astrology book. The two girls appear sickly in love and I smile, standing from the chair.

The iPad next to me dings and I'm reminded that it’s 11:15 a.m., time to start baking birthday treats for Mayor Thomas’ annual fall bash. I mentally run through the list in my head. They asked for chocolate cupcakes with pumpkins on them. It’s simple, Imogen.

I feel like I’m losing it as I walk back towards the kitchen. When I enter the room, two of my employees are sitting, aimlessly tapping away on their phones. Furying climbs up my shoulders when I realize I’m paying them to play video games on their phones back here. “Look alive, ladies,” I snip, walking over to the cupcake storage.

They both both their phones away, apologizing profusely. “It’s fine. You can make up for it by helping me ice two hundred cupcakes,” I say nonchalantly and I hear nothing but groans in return.

I shuffle around the kitchen grabbing all the necessary tools before popping my headphones in. If I have to ice two hundred cupcakes, I’m damn sure going to be doing it while listening to “1989 (Taylor’s Version).”

I click my favorite vault track and smile when the music fills my head. My body uses muscle memory as I buzz around, filling the piping bags with icing. Since the cupcakes are already done and cooled, it takes little to no effort for me to decorate them. Nearly half of the album plays and my pan is done in half of the girls' time. But I created the recipe so of course it is.

Carefully, I place the cupcakes aside until they’re ready for pickup. My heels click on the pink tile beneath me as I walk back to the front to check on the girls. When I round the corner, I hear Chloe talking on the phone. Her shoulders are hunched over; her body language for ‘I’m dealing with a shitty customer.”

I creep behind her as best as possible but she hears the sound of my shoes against the floor, slowly turning around. She tries her hardest to manage the situation herself but after seeing her struggle, I extend my hand for the phone. She puts it in my palm, giving me a silent thank you before returning to her task.

“I’m sorry, this is Imogen Scott. I’m the owner. Can you explain the situation again?” I speak into the receiver.

“Hi Imogen, it’s Rebecca. Mayor Thomas’ assistant,” she speaks frantically.

I nod, pacing slightly around the bakery. “Oh hi, I just finished the cupcakes. You’re still scheduled for the 2 p.m. pickup, right?” I confirm with her.

She kisses her teeth and lets out a small sigh. “About that,” she starts.

I shake my head, panic starting to cause a tightening in my chest. “No. No, no, no. Don’t do this to me, Rebecca,” I plead.

“I’m sorry. The Thomas’ just tested positive for COVID,” she elaborates and I sigh.

I can’t be mad because someone is sick but what are we supposed to do with two hundred cupcakes? “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I express sympathy for the family.

“Mayor Thomas sends his sincere apologies and promises to pay for the full order,” Rebecca apologizes for her boss.

Oh, he doesn’t have a choice. I understand emergencies but I’m definitely charging every last penny to the government. “That’s great but I still have… you know what, it’s not your problem. Have a good afternoon,” I say clicking the end button on the phone.

When I turn around, Chloe is still standing nearby, awaiting the tea. “So I have some good news and some bad news,” I tell her.

“Good news first,” she requests.

I press my eyes closed, trying to push away the oncoming migraine from this fiasco. “Situation is handled and they’re still paying for the full order,” I tell her, and she high-fives me for charging them my worth.

Chloe smiles and nods. “Awesome! Now the bad,” she waves for me to continue with her hand.

“We have to figure out how to distribute two hundred perishable cupcakes before closing,” I quickly spit out.

Dina seemingly overhears my phone call and stands while Chloe greets the customers who’ve just entered the shop. When Dina is in front of me, she shrugs. “That’s easy, every customer gets a free cupcake with purchase,” she says nonchalantly.

“That’s great for 50 of them. It’s so slow and I don’t want to count on that,” I explain, gesturing towards the bakery.

Chloe hums in response before taking care of the customers who’ve just approached the counter. “What can I get y’all today?” she asks gleefully.

“Two dozen cookies. Half sugar, half chocolate chip,” the woman speaks for the group.

“Wow, sounds like you’re going to a big party,” I say over Chloe’s shoulder, handing her some boxes.

A younger and quite frankly attractive man steps up in front of me. “Office meeting,” he flirts with a wink.

On any other day, I might flirt back with him out of boredom. But the more I look at his smirk, the more I find it disgusting. Joel’s smirk is suggestive like he already knows what I want. I’m starving to wake up next to Joel and I’d rather die than wake up to the man in front of me.

My vision blurs as I allow Chloe to get them checked out and out of the store with their box of free cupcakes. After she wipes the glass counter top she pauses, turning around to face me. “What about Dina’s book club at the school?”

I think back to my drunk shenanigans and the fact that I almost laid hands on a parent while in that building. “I’m not going back into that place until Christmas time,” I complain before turning my head towards Dina.

“Either you take them or have James bring them to you when he clocks in,” I urge her to pass on the directions and Dina mutters agreeing responses.

I step in front of the counter, surveying what supplies we have left. We’re almost sold out, so the cupcakes will come to good use. “I’m going to drop some off at the Austin. Maybe their employees can take them home,” I tell her, rotating on my heels to face Ellie and Dina. “Girls, no–”

“Drinking, drugs, sex. Got it,” Ellie groans the mantra I’ve drilled into her head from her spot on the floor.

Chloe’s face lights up with a smile after processing the information. “That’s a good idea,” she praises.

“Thanks! Text me if you need anything. I shouldn’t be long,” I tell her, grabbing a large pink box to put the sweet treats in.

My body is filled with a giddy feeling thinking about the possibility of seeing him for the first time since Friday. And honestly, I’ve never been more excited to see someone.

The elevator dings to let me know that I’m on the floor of the Austin. I step off confidently carrying the boxes of treats up to the host stand. “Welcome to the Austin. I’m assuming you have a reservation,” he welcomes me into the restaurant.

The deja vu from my birthday hits me like a truck and I shake my head. “Oh, no. I’m here to see Chef Miller,” I reply.

The host looks at the boxes in my hands and then back up at me. “Do you have an appointment?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, but,” I start before I’m cut off.

“I’m sorry. I can’t let you back there. If you want to schedule an appointment with him, maybe he’d be willing to try your,” he pauses to look skeptically through the clear cover on top of the pink box. “Cupcakes,” he says disappointingly.

Yeah, well no fucking cupcakes for you asshole. “He’s already tried my cupcakes, his daughter–” I cut myself off to take a deep breath and compose myself. “Look, Joel’s my boyfriend,” I try the last-ditch effort. Hopefully, Joel will hear baker and girlfriend then have a fucking clue.

The host’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Oh, let me go check with him then,” he dismisses himself.

Another host quickly replaces him, keeping the front of house running smoothly. I step out of the way, allowing customers to file in from the cool autumn afternoon. I pace around the lobby, watching my heels click on the marble floor. The toes of my shoes kiss the window and as I peer down below, I can see the masses of people crossing the clogged city streets.

That annoying throat-clearing noise sounds out again from behind me. I turn around to show this prick that he has my full attention. I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you, asshole. “I’m sorry. Chef Miller is predisposed and every employee I passed said he doesn't have a girlfriend,” he tilts his head and patronizes me.

“Fuck this, I’ll go talk to him myself,” I grunt, stepping past him and quickly walking towards where I suspect the kitchen is.

“Ma’am,” I hear the host call over my shoulder as I make my way through the restaurant. My eyes quickly scan the room, finding the pattern of employees flowing in and out of the kitchen. I beeline confidently towards their path. “Ma’am you can’t go back there,” I hear the host repeat and he confirms I’m correct.

I shrug, fed up with the bullshit. Joel might be mad but I can explain later. “I can and I will,” I call over my shoulder.

As I’m walking down the hall, I hear crashing in the kitchen. The employee doesn’t let up with harassing me to the door. I pause for a second contemplating if this is the right thing to do.

Fuck it. You’re already here, Ginny.

I push through the double doors and the first thing I see is a white wall. But the crashing of dishes and the screaming doesn’t pause. “Y’all need to take your head out of your fuckin’ asses and start realizing what the hell is goin’ on here,” he barks, as I round the corner.

The chefs and employees are wide-eyed, some of them in tears. Nobody speaks, just accepting the abuse from the older irate man. “Most chefs I’d know would be fuckin’ embarrassed,” he reaches in front of a chef with a plate sitting on the table in front of her. He snatches it, crashing it down on the metal surface. It hits the tabletop and the porcelain and food scatter on the grey tile beneath it.

The noise causes me to jump ten feet in the air, nearly dropping the box of cupcakes. “Do you think we’re gonna get a fuckin star with this shit,” he growls.

Joel doesn’t stop there, picking up the next closest plate of food he’s determined uneatable and chucking it across the room. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you,” I watch as Joel points in each of their faces, spitting the degrading words.

The feeling of sympathy for the chefs weighs heavy on my heart. None of them can be older than 25. They’re babies and he just crushed their dreams of becoming chefs in 20 seconds flat.

Joel’s back rises and falls rapidly, as though he’s on the tip of a spiral. “Get your shit together!” he swears, removing the towel from his waist and slamming it down on the counter.

My feet quickly and quietly start moving backward in hopes of avoiding Joel. Tears well into my eyes and I trip on my own feet. I don’t know Joel. Not this one. This can’t be the same Joel who offered to whip me up something special on my birthday. Now I realize that whoever made my food on that day probably got fired.

Up until this point he’s been nothing but sweet to me. He’s shown me nothing but his good side. The first time he got angry with me, I checked him. But that’s not an option for his employees.

When Joel rounds the corner, his eyes meet mine and he stops in his tracks. His breathing hitches before he inhales a sharp breath. “Ginny,“ he utters lowly almost as if he’s afraid. It’s a complete 180 from his previous behavior.

I set the stack of pink boxes on the shelf next to me. “Here’s the cupcakes I brought for you, because I care about you, Joel. I care for you and Ellie and I wanted to see you. Come to find out you’re treating your employees like the shit on your shoe. That’s fucked up Joel,” I fume.

Joel purses his lips before stepping forward, attempting to box me in like her always. “You weren’t–”

“No,” I hiss, sidestepping out of the way. The simple yet quick action causes the tears to spill over my brim. “Ellie’s at the fucking bakery right now. Does she know? Is that why she didn’t want to work for you? I treat my employees with kindness and you rule with fear. The fuck are you doing, Joel?” I croak out, attempting to hold on to the last sliver of composure I have left.

You just don’t treat people like that. I don’t give a fuck about a star or a stripe. “I don’t know,” he sighs, rubbing his eyebrows with frustration.

I shift, leaning on my opposite leg with my hand on my hip. “You don’t know what?” I articulate sharply.

Joel throws his hands in the air. “Fuck, sugar. I don’t know anything. I was just trying to teach them how I was taught,” he argues.

My eyes flicker back and forth between Joel’s brown ones. They’re full of regret and my shoulders soften. “You don’t have to be the abusive boss your head chef was to you, Joel,” I explain.

Joel’s eyes dart towards the ground like an ashamed puppy. “Here, take these.” I place my hand gently on the top of the box. “Maybe share them with your staff. It’s a step in the right direction at least,” I advise, walking out of the kitchen.

I don’t turn around when I hear Joel following me and calling my name. I don’t speak to him when he picks up Ellie that night. And I’m unsure if I want to anymore.

Thanksgiving Day

Tommy clears his throat before he shovels a spoonful of pie into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he moans. “This is good, Ginny,” he compliments happily.

The rest of the table chatters in agreement. After being stuffed full of Joel’s meal, they needed a warm dessert before bed. The fluffy layers of the crust flake apart perfectly in my mouth; taste buds bursting with cinnamon and apple. Fuck, this is going to knock me smooth out after Joel’s meal.

I can feel him staring at me. He wants me to look at him, but I can’t. If I look at him, we have to have a conversation. I don’t want to do that in front of our friends and family. This entire Thanksgiving has been awkward as fuck between us. But god, I miss his lips, his smirk, his tan fingers interlocked with mine.

Maddie and Leo made themselves useful and created a burier in between me and Joel. But Ellie and Tommy are seemingly oblivious to our little spat, which I’m grateful for.

“No wonder this made it into the Chicago Tribune. This is divine, Ginny,” Mrs. Crown compliments, pointing towards the dessert with her fork.

I smile, bashfully looking down at my palms locked in my hands. “Thank you, Mrs. Crown,” I murmur.

Someone drops their utensil and it clatters against their dish. “You made it into the Tribune?” I hear Joel ask in shock.

I glance up at him for the first time tonight, studying his bug-eyed disposition. “Uh, yeah. Forgot to tell you,” I come up with a quick excuse.

Joel gave my face a once over before sitting back in his seat. “Hmph,” he grunts and I can tell he’s not buying the diversion.

Ellie had celebrated with me all week, having already been at the bakery. But when I found out, I told her I wanted to tell Joel on my own time. We just never got to that after the Monday fiasco.

Ellie slyly leans over and whispers to the disgruntled man, “Joel, say congrats.”

Joel’s head slowly rises until he’s peering at me. He’s pissed and I can practically see the steam exiting through his pores; his blood is boiling. “Congrats,” he mutters.

I take the cloth napkin out of my lap, leaving it on the table before standing. “I’ll be right back,” I mumble, swiftly walking out of the dining room. Before I fucking cry again in front of Joel.

I feel like the small hall is swallowing me whole. My head is pounding, and the tears begin flowing down my cheeks. I never want someone I care about to be mad at me.

Bursting through the kitchen door, I stare at the staff wide-eyed. They whisper to each other before exiting the large space, leaving me alone to calm down.

Once they’re gone, I crouch on the ground with my back against the cold wall. And only then do I allow myself to let go, crying until I feel like I’m suffocating on my own tears. My chest tightens, and I hear ringing in my ears, unsure of what just happened.

I’m brought out of my thoughts when I hear the kitchen door creek open.

“Ginny?” I hear Ellie’s voice ring through the room.

I hear her footsteps walking over to me and I quickly brush the tear stains away, praying she doesn’t notice my tomato face. I reach my hand out to grab the counter next to me and use it to support me as I stand, grabbing a bowl to use as a cover.

I plaster on a smile, putting the bowl in front of me. “What’s up, El?” I ask.

Her head tilts and she walks closer to me. “Is something going on between you and Joel? You’re both being weird as fuck with each other,” she speculates. Fuck. Ellie’s no idiot and I know that.

My nostrils flare and my vision blurs. I’ve always been great under pressure, but talking to Ellie feels heavier than a rude customer. “Well, you’re not wrong…” I trail off, abandoning the bowl. “Uh, we just had a heated conversation,” I confess.

Ellie’s brows knit and the curiosity seeps through her pores. She’s not gonna let it go. “About what?” she asks.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll all blow over tomorrow,” I reassure her, shifting awkwardly to lean on my other leg.

Ellie’s lips part and I know she’s about to argue when Joel appears through the doorway. “Ellie, time to get going,” he waves her towards him.

The air in the room is thick and I feel like I’m drowning in the swimming pool that is the tension between Joel and me. Ellie apparently senses the same feeling I do, and she scrunches her nose. “Okay…” Ellie elongates the word, tip-toeing out of the kitchen.

I avoid Joel’s gaze to no avail when I see his tattered brown boots before me. He inhales a sharp breath, causing my hair to scatter around my forehead. “Sugar,” he rasps, and his fingers touch mine.

My eyes latch with his and I have to remind myself not to melt in the amber waves. “Joel,” I mutter.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, his shaking fingers toying with mine.

I gnaw on my lip, leaning back a little so there’s space between us. “I know, Joel,” I reiterate.

He curses under his breath, abandoning his attempt to slyly hold my hand. “What can I do to make it up to you?” he asks.

And here we are again, back at the beginning. What doesn’t he get? The people working for you are human. “Treat your employees with respect,” I instruct.

“I’m trying that. We’ve had a good day, let me show you,” Joel stresses.

I shake my head, slowly blinking from exhaustion. “You can’t do it in one day,” I remind him.

Joel takes a step forward to box me in. “I know,” he sighs.

I reach my hand up and caress the skin on his face with the back of my hand. He leans into my touch, humming softly. “You have to change the culture of your business,” I gently remind him.

Joel nods, and his hand slides up my waist. “I will. It’s just, I need you, sugar,” he emphasizes with so much need, I’m eager to forgive him. “This week has been shit without you. Every time Ellie mentions you, I feel like hell,” he continues.

We’re adults; There’s no reason for us to go back and forth. “Okay,” I conceded.

Joel’s face twists and he jerks his head back slightly. “Okay?” he asks, his voice thick with confusion.

I nod, feeling my jaw relax from previously being clenched. “I don’t wanna fight with you. I missed you a lot,” I admit.

Joel’s mouth curves into a small smile. “I missed you too,” he returns the sentiment. “Those pretty eyes, your perfume,” he says, putting his hand under my chin. “Missed these,” he finishes, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip.

“How about you kiss me since you’ve missed me so much?” I offer, with a raised brow.

His face lights up with excitement. “I can?” he asks for consent.

I nod, returning the small smile. “Please,” I stand on my tiptoes, giving him better access.

Joel leans down, connecting his lips with mine. My eyes flutter closed and I give into him, allowing him to take full control of the kiss. He hungrily dips his tongue into my mouth, seemingly desperate for more. I oblige him, craving the same thing. Maybe more than I can get right now.

His tongue swirls with mine and I moan quietly. Joel lightly squeezes my neck, tilting my head back. The feeling of the counter-pressing into my back gives the sharp pain to the pleasure I so often crave. My hands find their way into Joel’s head, tugging on his root. He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, I hear a throat being cleared behind me. Joel takes a step back, parting our physical connection like the Red Sea. When I turn around, I’m embarrassed to find Tommy, Maddie, and Leo standing near the entryway. “Finally, you two made up,” Tommy throws his arms up dramatically.

Maddie dramatically rolls her eyes, walking over towards me. “I honestly couldn’t take it anymore,” she complains.

Leo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. He’d been a dick to Joel all evening and the guilt is written all over his face. “Sorry for harassing you tonight, man,” he apologizes to Joel.

Joel shrugs and I’m grateful that he understands Leo’s protectiveness over me. “I get it, you care about her. Too much to lose,” he empathizes.

Ellie comes around the corner with her burgundy coat zipped up. The fabric makes a swishing sound as she walks, reminding me of my own childhood. “I’m ready,” she announces, a hat secured on top of her head.

We all file out of the kitchen, bidding the Miller’s a goodbye before I realize, I should probably go home too. Grabbing my coat out of the closet, I struggle to get it on successfully. Joel comes up behind me, gabbing the shoulders of the jacket to assist me. “You want a ride home?” he asks lowly.

Maddie picked me up so I assumed I’d leave with the first person out. Happy that it’s The Millers, I nod. “Yeah, I’ll ride with you guys,” I graciously accept his offer.

The four of us file out of the house on the chilly evening. The physical manifestation of my breath floats in front of me with each rise of my chest. Maddie and Leo wave goodbye from the front door before shutting it once we’re on the curb.

Joel unlocks the black truck, opening the back for Ellie to climb in. “Tommy, in the back,” he barks at his brother.

I put my hand on Joel’s bicep, attempting not to fantasize about him picking me up and fucking me against a wall. “No, Joel. Tommy’s legs are longer than mine in the truck,” I let Tommy take the front seat.

“You sure, sugar?” Joel confirms.

I smile, stepping up on the side rail. “Positive, sweetness,” I respond, sliding in next to Ellie.

Joel raises his brows, before nodding. “Mmm, sweetness. I like that,” he says.

“I bet you do,” I murmur back before he shuts the door.

After dropping Tommy off at his place, Joel invited me over to his for a glass of wine. I’d never seen his place, so I gleefully took him up on the offer.

My eyes scan the room and I notice the dust covering the top of the blinds, as if they’ve never been moved. There’s barely anything on the walls that accompanies the neutral paint, aside from a few art pieces I assume are Ellie’s.

The kitchen is humongous with an identical double oven like mine. There are pictures on the speckled kitchen counter and when I look closer I see Ellie, Tommy, and a little girl I’ve never seen before. My head tilts as I take in her brown curls and freckled face. She looks like she could be related to me. “Woah,” I breathe out, sliding into the seat next to me.

It’s uncanny, and it’s making me queasy. “Fuck, right? Joel doesn’t see it,” Ellie startles me a bit, adding her two cents.

“Ellie,” Joel scolds his daughter.

I turn toward Ellie, thinking of the best way to explain this to a kid. “I don’t think he wants to compare his daughter to anyone, El,” I start. But, I wonder if that’s why he was so drawn to me in the first place.

Ellie plops down onto the worn leather couch in the living room. “No shit. I don’t like it when people compare things to my mom’s,” she says over her shoulder before clicking the TV on.

“Ellie,” Joel grunts before opening the fridge.

Fed up with his repetitiveness, I groan at the two. “Joel, she’s expressing herself in the way she can in an appropriate space. Let her swear now so she can learn codeswitching,” I rant, pausing to take a deep breath.

My attention turns toward Ellie who is now fully invested in me ripping her father a new asshole. “Now school? No fucking way, kid. I don’t need to come up there and cuss someone out again,” I warn her.

Ellie puts up her hands in defense. “Sounds like a sweet fucking deal to me,” she smiles maniacally.

Joel shakes his head, popping the reusable cork out of a wine bottle. “Hell, you two are going to be the death of me,” he predicts before pouring a glass for me.

Ironically, Joel and Ellie are the only daily sparks of life I have left.

feedback rest of the series.

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 1 year

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Other woman

Pt.2

"Hey you there?!I-I'm pregnant." You sniffle into the phone. Eyes red and swollen from crying since you came home from the doctors' appointment. The one person who held your heart. The father of your future child was dead silent on the other end making the pit of anxiety that was in your stomach grow bigger. It makes your mind drift as you subconsciously rub your stomach.

To think it all started with just a few words.

"Hey you lost?" You look up at the the dark haired male who's hand is on your shoulder. Shaking you out of your thoughts.

"No, I just came looking for my friend. You might know him. He's name is Atsumu Miya? I'm trying to surprise him but I can't seem to find him." You place the picnic basket down and crack your back and hands from the heavy basket.

"You just missed him. He left like 5 minutes ago." You could feel his eye roll even though his face remained stoic as he huffed barely for you to hear it.

"Are ya serious? Imma kill that 'samu. Always givin' me the wrong information." you storm off to the double doors and tap your foot with heat to it pressing your phone against your ear.

" 'samu? Imma kill ya when i see ya just so you know. What do ya mean what do i mean? 'tsumu isnt here! Ya said they would still be practicin'. Im breakin all yer windows. What? Hes there? Ok ill see ya in 5. Better keep yer lips shut tight so this surprise aint spoiled. And fuck no my accent aint slippin." you press the end bottom and take a few breathes in and our before making you way over to the fox like man.

"thank you i found him. You can keep the basket...?" You pause for a name while handing him the brown woven basket.

"Rintaro. Suna rintaro" he said as he takes the basket from you making you smile.

"well rintaro. Suna rintaro. I better be going before I miss him again. I hope we cross paths again." Letting out giggles as you scamper away leaving the brown haired boy craving your presence more.

And more is what you gave.

It started when he asked for your name and number when you came with Osamu to one of his games. Looking so pretty in your jeans hugging your curves and cropped shirt. Soon becoming an inside joke between you two that pressed the boundaries of friendship and turned it into one of lovers.

"you're so beautiful (y/n). I want to marry you one day." he makes this promise under the moonlight laying kisses om your hands and rubbing your knuckles so tenderly like you were only his. Only meant to fit this two person sized puzzle.

It was two months later you started feeling sick. Throwing up with your tummy cramping from here to here and feeling like you would pass out. You waited to see blood appear due to it possibly just being the chance of your first day period cramps. It never showed up and a week past the day it was scheduled to start it never did.

This made you rush to the hospital with your two best friends in tow. asking the doctor if you had some sort of zombie disease making you throw up everything you eat. He takes some of your blood and urine to test.

It seemed like hours before the test were done.

"all im sayin' is why did he have to take both yer blood and piss. Hes either a vampire or he has a piss kink.maybe both" atsumu comes up with his conspiracy theory as he gets smacked in the back of the head by osamu.

"He aint got no damn piss kink and he aint a vampire. Yer the reason why (y/n) asked that stupid ass question about zombie diseases." He clicks his tongue before going back to holding your hand rubbing it to calm you down.

"Well 'smau. Ya never know?! They're some real sickos out there that wants to get ahold of someone like , (y/n)'s, piss." He rubs the back of his head, "speakin of piss where'd Suna piss off too?"

"He hasn't been picking up my calls. I know he goes M.i.a sometimes but I'd rather have him here then piss kink boy." You laugh snuggling into Osamu's side as he makes you scoot over so he could sit on the bed with you.

"Watch. He's gonna come in here talkin only about your blood and it'll show yer doctor does indeed have a piss kink." He turns his nose upward and hmphs.

"C'mon and cuddle me 'tsumu. I need my piss hair friend to cuddle me with comfort." Osamu joining with you in laughing as his twin begrudgingly comes over grumbling.

There's 3 knocks on the door before you announce that they may enters. The doctor with the clipboard and a packet of stapled paper with material that clued to her side.

"We did some test on your blood and you're urine and congratulations ms.(l/n) you are pregnant." It felt like time stopped. The twins could feel you tense up.Atsumu coughing up a storm after swallowing his saliva the wrong way but still trying to comfort you while Osamu listened to what else the doctor said, " this is a packet of information on pregnancy. It contains what can and cannot be eaten,Exercises that would help , and trimester information. Right now she is still in first trimester and needs to be very careful with things and stress for they could be harmful to the babies."

"what about a-abortion?" you look at her with watery eyes as she look at your dishevled apperance.

"that is an option ms.(l/n). Take your time and consider it over and if you still want to go through it. We will set up a date when you come back." The doctor hands over the document and leaves the room.

You wait until she leaves to turn into a sobbing mess leaving stains onto Astumu's shirt who pats your back.

"cmon now (y/n). Ya heard the doc crying ain't good for you or the baby." you sniffle and dry your face letting the disgusted face of Atsumu make you laugh quietly.

"Are you gonna tell suna? He is the father right?" samu asked getting swatted by his twin.

"of cours' hes the father you tryna say my best friend hussy?"

"no you idiot. Im sayin' suna aint always around so maybe she looked for other people."

"yer calling her a hussy dumbass."

"piss hair."

"yer onigiri sucks."

And thats how you end up calling suna 12 times since you came back home. Silently crying as each time it went to voicemail was a stab in the gut while the knife twisted. You gave up after the 12th one just laying next to your phone bawling your eyes out until 30 minutes pass and you recieved a call for suna.

"Suna? Hey you there?" you called into the phone but only met with silence, "h-hey you there? I-im pregnant suna. I don't know what to do im ao scared. Please come over." you cry into the phone breathe hitching as you are met with a feminine voice.

"What's your name?" you could hear the crack in the female voice.

"my name is (y/n). Are you suna's friend? I-is he there?" you ask scarily heart pumping with adrenaline waiting for her awnser and soon flatlining when she gave it.

"I'm his wife of 2 yrs." she says and you stutter out a sorry and cry to her that you didn't know he was married.

"It's ok ,love. It's not your fault I put all the blame on him. W-would you meet me later this week? So we both can get some closure." You could hear her tears fall making your heart clench as you tell her yes. She hung up as soon as you could hear Suna in the background.

Now you where curled up with a pillow. Sitting alone with the thoughts of you were the home wrecker. The mistress. The other woman in suna's

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Cold outside, you should stay over instead

Bucky and reader

Warnings: FLUFF, freezing weather, big snowstorm, walking home in the snowstorm, reader takes a bath and wears buckys clothes but thers no mention of any details plus bucky aint in the room ALPINE!!

No pronouns or skintone used or implied

Welcome to all body types

1,599words

Edited to the best of my ability

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The weather over the past few months was absolutely all over the place from warm sunny days to bitter cold windy and rainy days straight back to the sunny but cold days like the shift between fall and winter was indecisive on if it wanted to happen just yet.

Having checked the weather on the news this morning, the forecast said it’d be cold but it didn’t prepare for what you would find on your walk home from work.

Bucky and you had planned to stop at the café after work to combat the cold hands you would endure on your way home like you had to this morning.

Stepping out the front door of the tower onto the frozen sidewalk, taking a look around to see snow spinning and swirling into drifts along the sides of the road, against cars and the sides of the building. Most of the shops and businesses around closed early, lights out, doors locked for the unplanned blizzard.

The streets dead of life and light beyond you and Bucky standing under the dim cast from the streetlights.

“We gotta get outta this as soon as possible or we’ll get stuck” he chuckles leading the way.

The snow being the most shallow towards the middle of the street making it the best place to walk as no one is driving anywhere in weather like this. Thick clusters of falling snow making it hard to see where you’re going, the tiny flickers of faint blue light just barely reflecting off of the snow in front of your every step.

After just a few minutes of stumbling your way following Bucky through the drifts, you slip on what you would assume to be ice under the snow, your body becoming friends with gravity’s pull, landing with an oomph and a soft thud cradled by the mostly untouched powder beneath you.

Bucky hurriedly turned around to find you sprawled on your back in the snow, helping you up and dusting the back of your sweater off the best he can, the snow melting and seeping through your layers of clothing pulling a chilled huff from you, refusing to let your body shiver no matter how cold you are so not to worry Bucky. Your huff catching his attention, “you okay, doll?” Looking back at you next to him, “yea, just clearing my throat” you shrug playing it off, with reluctance he accepts your response, taking your hand in his own, “you’re not goin down again, ya hear me?” He shakes your hand, making you laugh, “got it sarg”

Another five minutes and you’ve only seen three people outside and one of them was just outside to smoke.

A shiver finally wracking your body making you gasp, your jaw starting to chatter catching Bucky’s attention once again, stopping he removes his jacket and gloves, turning to you, “take off your sweater and take my jacket instead” he holds it out for you to take.

Putting your hands up to stop him “you’re going to get cold, I’m fine buck”

He shakes his head not taking no for an answer.

Normally he isn’t the pushy type unless one of his friends is in need of something, “please y/n, the cold doesn’t bother me, you need it more than I do, plus I’m almost home, you’ve still got a bus ride to take” with a huff and a shiver you unzip your soaked sweater slipping it off and letting Bucky help you into his, he takes your sweater, draping it over his left arm, helping you button up his big puffy canvas carhartt jacket with Sherpa lining, already warming you up a bit, he takes one of your hands and shoves one glove onto it, doing the same for the other before you got the chance to decline his offer.

“Buckyyy”, “nope, you don’t get to Bucky me, you’re not a super soldier, you’re staying warm”

Your arms dropping in defeat.

You continue until you get to Bucky’s complex, “do you want to come inside to warm up, or even stay while the storm is here?” He offers, but you decline, “ill be fine buck, besides I don’t want to be a bother, now go inside before I decide to give you your jacket back” you threaten, so with heavy reluctance he does, you continue on your walk, your phone dinging, a message from bucky, “let me know when you get on the bus”.

Shoving your phone into the pocket of the jacket, still shivering from the bitter wind and icy water against your face, luckily your bus stop is only a block away from his apartments.

Arriving, you try to look at the schedule board but the glass is frosted over, taking off your gloves, you check the online bus schedule, you’re faced with bold red letters, “ALL ROUTES CANCELED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE DUE TO SNOWSTORM “

It hadn’t even occurred to you that busses weren’t running, you hadn’t even realized there weren’t any running routes, you were to focused on getting home, Bucky’s gloves still held between your teeth, hands trembling trying to type in a message to Bucky through watering eyes, the wind circling around, stumbling from the sway of every gust, giving up on texting you resort to hitting the call button on Bucky’s contact.

With luck on your side he picks up on the second ring “hey doll, did you get to the stop in time? Are you okay?”, you pull the gloves from between your teeth, putting them in your pocket “uhm, yeah I’m okay, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do buck, its so cold and the busses are canceled, I cant walk two miles in this weather while its still getting worse” you drone on, ranting when he interrupts you, “come to my place Hun, I’m on my way as well, ill see you yea?”

Nodding as if he could see it, the hang up dial tone telling you, you could shove the phone back into your pocket and put the gloves back on.

Crossing your arms over your body and putting your hands between your arm and torso on each side to add a little more warmth, you stumble through soft fluffy, frozen and compacted layers, the wind causing you to sway and walk in the direction it blows you can barely see in front of you.

You’re going the right way you just cant see where you are exactly, that is until you hear snow crunching coming towards you and your name being called out through the bitter Whooshing wind.

Bucky runs up to you pulling you into his chest, “lets get you inside as soon as possible, were less than a block away, I’ve got you” violent trembles wracking your body, the cold biting through the jacket now, your joints start to hurt from the barometric pressure drop, earlier it had only been an ache but now it hurts to move.

Finally you reach Bucky’s apartment, kicking your boots on the doorstep edge to loosen any remaining snow.

Inside he ushers you out of the jacket gloves and into the bathroom, plugging the tub, running it warm, but not terribly hot so not to cause you pain from temperature transition, he than leaves the room closing the door on his way out, “ill be right back with a change of clothes and a towel for you. All of such making you laugh as you still tremble.

You rid yourself of your boots and snow-soaked clothing easing into the warm water, the pain in your joints feeling instant relief.

A knock on the door and It opens just enough for him to pass the clothes and towel through setting them on the counter and leaving once more.

Once done with your bath you get out, drying off you turn on the heat lamp and getting dressed, he had left you his red henley and a pair of sweatpants, stepping out you find him in his living room, a fire in the fireplace and an old movie playing on his television.

“How are you feeling?” Sipping at a cup of a steaming liquid another set upon the coffee table, you join him, "much better", pulling a yellow blanket from the back of the couch but he stops you, “here use this one instead, that one is alpines blanket, she doesn’t even let me use it”,

“Alpine?” You question and like clockwork a gorgeous white tomcat hops up onto the cushion between you both, rubbing herself against Bucky’s side and than prances right up to you, sniffing you and without any hesitancy she lays down across your lap.

“She doesn’t even do that with Steve and he’s over here once a week, you must seem special to her”

A little while later after you’ve eaten dinner and watched a couple of movies, you had fallen asleep against his side, encapsulated in the warmth oh him, his home and alpine, it makes his heart melt.

He carefully stands up, picking you up, alpine hopping down before he lifts you all the way, one arm beneath your knees, the other under your shoulders, he takes you to his bedroom, tucking you into his bed, covering you with his blankets.

Alpine hops up curling up on your stomach above the blankets causing him to smile to himself “I’m glad you like them aswell alpine, I hope we can keep them around “ he mumbles under his breath leaving the room to sleep on the couch, it wouldn’t bother him whatsoever as long as you’re safe and happy.

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Alone || Sickness

"Hey" Something, or someone was elbowing Natalia in her side, jostling her awake.

"Hm?" She pouted, blinking multiple times to wake up, she was laying on her side, the person was next to her as she faced the wall, looking over her shoulder.

"Get up, you slept over." Daryl told her, getting off the bed.

"Oh, sorry." She apologised, sitting up.

"It's fine." He shrugged.

She rubbed at her face, stifling a yawn as she prepared herself for the day.

"Did we have drinks or like wine or anything on any of the lists?" Natalia asked, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday.

"Nah, was only going for minimal and necessary things, booze was no where on that." He grumbled.

"I thought so." She nodded.

"What you thinking?"

"You gotta trust me on this, it's just something I'm mulling over."

"Yeah, Always." He nodded.

"Bob had a trolley with him, but when the shelf came down I saw it, nothing was in there, even if he was just passing by and fell, surely he would've grabbed something, right? And just before it happened, I heard like a heavy thud, but not like a body, you know?"

"Hm." He agreed, relaying the information back.

"I don't know, but he's still new, we're learning about him, I just don't know if he should come out on another one for a while, after..." She trailed, putting her belt on, tucking in the weapons she had taken out the night before, the others were already on her.

"I'll keep an eye on him." He assured her.

Gunshots sounded from another building.

The pair jumped to action.

Daryl grabbed his crossbow, whilst Natalia reached for her gun and knife, shoving the weapons into the sheaths as they ran out the cell, gliding down the stairs.

"Sully! Stay!" She pointed at the dog who had followed them, he halted on the command, but he wasn't happy about it, barking in refusal.

Sasha and Tyreese were also running out the block.

"Walkers in D!" Glenn shouted.

"What about C?" Rick shouted.

"Clear" Sasha told him as they made for D block. "We locked the gates to the tombs, Hershel's on guard."

"It' aint a breach!" Daryl said.

"We followed the plan!" Sasha called out.

They got to D block cells, people were screaming, guns were firing and walkers were attacking, it was chaos.

"Come on, come on, go, go, get out, grab the kids." Natalia told the people running towards them as Rick and Daryl grabbed guns off the untrained people.

"Are you bit?" Rick was asking people.

"Get up, get back to the cell!"

Natalia spotted Luke on his hands and knees, walking backwards as a walker set his sights on the crying boy.

"I got you, it's alright." Natalia picked the boy up, brushing back his hair as she spoke gently, keeping her eyes on walkers ahead of them, as Daryl shot an arrow at the walker.

"Get back in your cell." He was shouting as she passed the boy to his mother, closing the cell door to keep safe.

"Carol, Molly, over here!" Natalia waved them down as Karen was helping get the kids together in the cell.

Glenn, Natalia, Sasha and Daryl took out walkers as Rick rescued a small girl to safety. Tyreese ran to Karen, hugging the woman.

"Are we clear down here?" Rick asked.

"Yeah!"

"Clear!" Sasha and Natalia shouted back, looking around.

"We're safe?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Up here!" A man shouted, Daryl following the sound, Rick and Natalia was behind.

A dead woman lay on the ground, Natalia dealt with her whilst Rick and Daryl headed forward.

Glenn, who was already up there, got caught off guard by a walker sneaking out of his cell and grabbing the Korean man.

Daryl shot it with an arrow, before helping Glenn up.

"Thanks." He whispered.

Rick pushed the curtain back, showcasing a dead walker on the ground.

"Oh, it's Patrick." Daryl sighed.

"Oh my god." Natalia mumbled, walking away from the sight and carrying on, clutching her knife tightly.

"That's all of 'em." Daryl said, still in the same spot.

She left the dead bodies, for the moment, knowing the others behind her would take care of them, as they weren't an immediate threat for the moment.

She walked to the last cell, looking in, but couldn't see very well in the darkness.

A hand reached through the bars, grabbing her as it snarled.

She let out a scream from shock before plunging her knife into it's skull through the door.

"You alright?" Daryl asked as the three reached her.

"Yeah, fine, just grabbed me, didn't see it."

"Are you hurt?" Rick asked her.

"No, I'm fine." She snapped, "The doors locked, how would he have got caught up in this? "

"Go get the doctor." Rick told Glenn, pulling out his keys and unlocking the cell.

Glenn was quick to get back, Doctor S following him as well as Bob.

"No bites, no wounds." Rick had said to the man, checking him over before they got there. "I think he just died."

"Horribly, too. Pleurisy aspiration" Doctor S said.

"Choked to death on his own blood." Hershel who had also joined them, weighed in. "Caused those trails down his face.

"I've seen them before." Rick looked up from the body. "On a walker outside the fences."

"I saw them on Patrick, too." Daryl brought up.

"They're from the internal lung pressure building up, like If you shake a soda can and pop the top." Doctor S explained. "Only, imagine your eyes, ears, nose and throat are the top."

"So like, is it some bug?" Natalia asked.

"From the walkers?" Bob added.

"No, these things happened before they were around. Could be Pneumococcal, most likely an aggressive flu strain"

"And I don't see the chance of everyone getting flu jabs sometime soon." Natalia mused, folding her arms.

"Someone locked him in just in time." Hershel said.

"No, man. Charlie used to sleepwalk. Locked himself in. Hell, he was just eating barbeque yesterday." Daryl revealed. "How could somebody die in a day just from a cold?”

"I had a sick pig, it died quick" Rick told the small group. "Saw a sick boar in the woods."

"Pigs and birds. That's how these things spread in the past." Hershel said. "We need to do something about those hogs."

"Maybe we got lucky. Maybe these two cases are it."

"Don't say the magic word." Natalia pointed at the man.

"Bugs like to run through close quarters. Doesn't get any closer than this." Bob said.

"All of us in here, we've all been exposed." Hershel said.

"What about the people who were around Charlie and Patrick yesterday? I mean, Patrick was serving breakfast." Natalia said.

"And went to story time with the other kids." Rick rubbed his temples.

"We're gonna have a meeting, I'll let the other council members know to come along, make sure you join, both of you." Hershel told Daryl and Natalia.

"We'll be there." Daryl nodded, watching Natalia.

"Patrick was fine yesterday." Carol sighed, the other members sat in the library, listening to her. "And he died overnight. Two people died that quick?"

She looked at the two people who had seen it, both nodding.

"We'll have to separate everyone that's been exposed." Carol declared.

"That's everyone in that cellblock. That's all of us. Maybe more." Daryl said.

"We know that this sickness can be lethal. We don't know how easily it spreads. Is anyone showing symptoms that we know of?" Hershel asked.

"We can't just wait and see. There's children."

"Babies." Natalia mumbled.

"It isn't just the illness, people die and they become a threat."

That last sentence hit hard with Natalia, that was a phrase she was living with for a very long time before she met the very people she was sitting with, and now she had to live with that again, she was feeling uneasy about everything going on.

"We need a place for them to go." Hershel decided. "They can't stay in D. We can't risk going in there to clean it up."

"We can use cell block A." Carol suggested.

"Death row?" Glenn asked. "I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade."

"It's clean. That's an upgrade." Daryl pointed out. "Think that'll work for Doctor S?"

"I'll help Caleb get it set up." Hershel volunteered.

A woman coughed outside the room, catching the groups attention.

The six counsel members stood up from the table, walking towards the door to find out the culprit.

"You okay?" The voice of Tyreese asked Karen.

"Mhm." She nodded.

"You sure?" Carol asked her. "You don't sound so good."

"We're just taking her back to my cell so she can rest."

"Judith!" Natalia quietly gasped. "You can't."

"Tyreese, I don't think that's a good idea." Hershel told him.

"Why? What's going on now?" Karen asked.

"We think it's a flu or something." Glenn said. "That's how Patrick died."

"Natalia's right. Judith is in that cell block. She's vulnerable. Anyone that may be sick or even exposed should stay away." Hershel advised.

"It killed Patrick?" Karen asked, sounding worried.

"She's gonna be okay. Now that we know what Patrick died from we can treat it, right?" Tyreese tried.

"Don't panic. We're going to figure this out. But we should keep you separated in the meantime. We'll have Caleb take a look at you. I'll see what we have in the way of medications."

"David from the Decatur group, he's been coughing, too."

"I'll get him." Glenn sighed. "There's some empty clean cells in the tombs, right?"

"Yeah, we'll meet you there." Sasha told him as he went off. "Come on. Let's get you settled." She told Karen.

"Have to call another meeting, later." Hershel told the last three remaining members.

"I picked up some medications and stuff up yesterday, only over the counter stuff though, it's all in C block, I was gonna take it to inventory today." Natalia told Hershel.

"I'll sort it, don't worry." He reassured her.

"Alright, I'll get to burning the dead ones." Daryl said.

"I'll help." Natalia told him.

"I want you both to wear gloves and a mask." Hershel told the pair.

"Will do." She nodded as the man hummed in agreement.

Hershel went on his way to deal with what he needed to do, leaving Natalia, Daryl and Carol.

"You alright?" He asked the older woman.

"I'm worried about Lizzie and Mika. They were around Patrick."

"We all were. Karen and David are gonna be separated till they feel better." Daryl told her.

"You're right. Are you okay?" She asked Daryl. She knew the consequences of when a person asked Natalia of being okay too many times, and she was sure if the woman wasn't, Daryl would know.

"Mhm. Gotta be." He nodded. "Come on, lets get it done." He patted Natalia's arm, heading away to do their job.

Daryl and Natalia had been digging graves for a while when Rick had walked down to them.

"Everyone okay?" Natalia asked him.

"So far, yeah." He nodded.

"Glad you were in there." Daryl told him.

"Weren't much use without my gun."

"No, you were." He argued, pulling down his bandana, Natalia was wearing one as well. "All this time you've been taking off, you earned it. We wouldn't be here without you."

"No. It was all of us."

"No, it was you first. You gonna help us figure this out?" Daryl asked him.

"I screwed up too many times. Those calls you gotta make, I start down that road. I almost lost my boy, who he was. Whatever else this places needs, I'm here for it."

"Like I said, you earned it. But what it's worth, you see mistakes. I see when shit hits, you're standing there with the shovel."

"Rick!" Maggie screamed. "Nat! Daryl!"

They looked towards where she was stood.

A herd was pressing against a fence, it shaking from trying to stay up, at any moment it could cave.

The three chucked their shovels, running towards the woman.

"The noise drew 'em out, now this parts starting to give." Maggie told them, popping a few through the fence.

Natalia reached for a crow bar, running to help Maggie as more people joined.

They continuously stuck sharp sticks through skulls, but it wasn't doing much to help against the fence caving in.

"Are you seeing this?" Sasha called out, seeming to have found something.

"The fuck?" Natalia asked, laying her eyes upon a group of dead half eaten rats.

"Is someone feeding these things?"

"Heads up" Daryl brought their attention back to the fence, as a section was almost folding in on itself.

"This part of the fence, now!"

They tried but it was becoming too much.

"Hold on, hold on, hey!" Glenn shouted.

"It's gonna give! It's gonna give!"

The group attempted pushing the fence with their hands, feet, and weapons.

A walker was being pushed so far into the fence, his face was being cut by the metal, causing his eye to pop out.

"Everybody back, come on, back, now!" Daryl shouted at the group.

"Fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it."

"The pigs." Natalia whispered to Rick, as they both looked at the stable. "Hershel said we had to get rid of them."

Rick was contemplating this before realising it was the only way, running his hand over his face as he thought.

"Daryl, get the truck." Rick told the man. "We got an idea."

Rick had put the piglets into a box, him and Daryl putting it into a truck and driving it down to the gates, where Maggie opened it for them.

The others continued the fence duty whilst they watched the pair.

Daryl stopped the truck, and they waited for the walkers to notice them, to get close enough to the vehicle.

Rick picked up one of the piglets, slashing one of its back legs before dropping it to the grass.

Glenn, Sasha and Natalia focused on putting the extra beams against the fence as they continued the stop, drop pig, go, method.

Later on in the day, Natalia was called to the courtyard of the building the quarantine was being held.

Her, Rick, Daryl and Carol stood around the burnt bodies of Karen and David, the two people who were being watched closely for the flu, just dead, and not by the sickness, their bodies were still smoking.

"You found them like this?" Rick asked Tyreese, who found the bodies.

"I came to see Karen. And I saw the blood on the floor. Then I smelled them. Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire!" Tyreese raised his voice in anger. "They killed them and set them on fire!"

Tyreese abruptly turned to Rick, causing Daryl to get uneasy, pacing back and forth in case he needed to get involved.

"You're a cop." Tyreese told Rick. "You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me."

Daryl patted his back.

"We'll find out who-"

Tyreese pushed him away, still facing Rick.

"I need to say it again?" He asked.

"No. No. I know what you're feeling. I've been there. You saw me there. It's dangerous."

"Karen didn't deserve this."

"No."

"David didn't deserve it. Nobody does."

"Alright, man. Lets-" Daryl tapped his arm, trying to reassure the man, but it didn't work, as he whipped around, pushing the redneck against the wall.

"Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!"

Natalia's eyes widened, going to step forward, the other two doing the same, but Daryl stopped them, putting his hand out to show he had the situation handled.

"We're on the same side, man." He told the grieving man.

"Hey, look" Rick muttered. "I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone. We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down." He stepped closer to Tyreese, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Tyreese dropped his grip on Daryl, twisting around and pushing Rick away.

"You need to step the hell back!" He told Rick.

"She wouldn't want you being like this."

"Rick." Natalia warned, but it was too late.

Tyreese swung, landing a punch on Rick, pushing him to the ground.

"Stop! Stop!" Carol screamed, Carol tried to get in between them but Tyreese struck again. "Stop!"

Daryl came up from behind him, wrapping his arms around the other man so that he couldn't throw another punch.

"That's enough."

"Tyreese, we're going to get you justice, I promise, but you need to breathe." Natalia tried, but Rick blew her attempt out of the water, Throwing a fist back at Tyreese, causing him to fall out of Daryl's hold.

Rick walked forward, kicking him in the ribs, moving to stand on top of him, throwing punch after punch to Tyreese's face.

"Rick!" Daryl shouted at his friend. "Stop!" He tried to stop him, grabbing hold of Rick as he thrashed around.

"Go get something to clean Tyreese up with, see if Hershel is still busy with Doctor S" Natalia told Carol, who nodded and left the courtyard.

"Let go of me!"

Rick wouldn't stop, and Daryl was having a hard time containing him.

Tyreese was on the floor, crying as blood covered his face.

"Rick!" Natalia shouted, reaching for her gun.

Rick pushed Daryl off of him, before seeming to come to his senses, looking around the courtyard, before his eyes fell on Natalia's hand, how she had it holding the handle of her gun, then he looked at what he had done to Tyreese, holding his own fist as it dripped with blood.

The next day, another council meeting was held.

"It's spread." Hershel told them. "Everyone who survived the attack in cell block D. Sasha, Caleb, and now others."

"Oh, Jesus."

"So what do we do?" Carol asked.

"First things first. Cell block A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David."

"The hell are we gonna do about that?" Daryl asked.

"Ask Rick to look into it." Carol said. "Try to make a timeline of who's where when. But what are we going to do to stop this?"

"There is no stopping it." Hershel told her. "You get it, you have to go through it."

"But it just kills you." Michonne, who had been standing near the bookshelves, said.

"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do. We need antibiotics."

"We've been through every pharmacy nearby, and then some."

"So we'll just have to go further out, I'll go." Natalia offered.

"The veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that's one place people may not have thought to raid for medication. The drugs for animals there are the same we need."

"Alright, make a list of everything we need or could need." Natalia said, standing from the table.

"That's 50 miles out. It was too big of a risk before, we'll take a group." Daryl told her also standing from the table. "Best not waste any more time."

"Who have we even got to spare?" Natalia asked, checking her bullet count.

"I'm in." Michonne volunteered, walking forward.

"You haven't been exposed. Both Natalia and Daryl has. You get in a car with them."

"Daryl's already given us fleas" Michonne said, nodding to Natalia.

"I can lead the way. I know where everything's kept." Hershel said.

"When we're out there, its always the same. Sooner or later, we run." Daryl explained.

"I can draw you a map." Hershel then decided. "There are other precautions I feel we should take."

"Like what?" Carol asked.

"There's no telling how long it'll be before these guys return. Wouldn't it make sense if we separate the most vulnerable? We can use the administration building. Separate office, Separate room."

"Who is the most vulnerable?" Glenn asked.

"Children, babies, mostly, and the elderly." Natalia answered.

Michonne, Natalia and Daryl were outside, checking the cars over, seeing which one was the best to bring.

"Son of a bitch is about a quart low" Daryl said, checking under the hood of one of the cars.

"You still keep it in the bottom of tower three?" Michonne asked.

"Yeah."

"I'll go get one." Michonne offered.

"Hey." He called out to her when she was walking away. "I'm glad you're here."

"Where else would I be?" Michonne grinned.

"Running off." He commented.

Natalia felt uncomfortable, she moved to the car, to pretend she was checking things over on the inside.

"You know I'm not running off. So it's just gonna be us three like in the olden days?" She changed the topic of conversation, bringing Natalia back into it.

"Yeah, and Bob." Daryl said.

"Bob's coming?" Natalia poked her head out of the car.

"Yeah, still feels like we could use another person."

"Who else isn't sick?"

"We don't ask Rick. He want's to stay here with Carl and Little Ass-kicker. Keep them safe. Plus there's plenty of stuff he could do here."

"So who else we got?" Michonne asked.

Natalia closed the door, joining the two back at the hood of the car, she was still thrown off by the fact Bob was coming, she thought she was clear with Daryl.

They came to the conclusion that Tyreese should come, then Michonne went back on her mission to tower three.

Natalia swatted at Daryl's arm.

"Ah. What's that for?" He asked her.

"Why's Bob coming?"

"We ain't got much choice, besides, he was a medic in the army before this, he'll know his stuff."

"Yeah, but-"

"I told you I'd keep an eye on him, this way, if he is all that bad, like you're making it out to be, he'll be with us instead of the vulnerable."

"Alright, fine, that's true."

"I'm gonna go talk to Tyreese, get him to come along."

"Yeah. Okay." He turned to leave but she caught his arm. "Just... be gentle alright... I know it sucks, what he's going through, losing the person that Karen was to him, without even getting a goodbye... you can't blame his actions, what Rick did earlier... go easy on the guy, now that Sasha's sick, I bet his feelings just been amped to a thousand."

"I will." He nodded, leaving to go search for the man.

Eventually Daryl came back out, shrugging his shoulders and they went back to work to make sure the car was in order.

"Everything look alright?" Bob asked, joining them, and placing down two tanks of gas on the ground.

"Yeah." Daryl said, putting the hood back down and wiping his hands with a bandana. "Zach kept this thing running pretty good."

"This is Zach's car?" Bob asked.

"Used to be." Natalia commented, watching the man carefully as she leaned against the vehicle.

"And the fastest one we got." Daryl added, giving the woman a look before looking back at Bob. "You alright."

"You really want me coming along?" He asked.

Daryl checked his pockets.

"You got the list?" He asked Natalia.

"Yeah." She raised it up so he could see.

"Thanks." He snatched it out of her hands, opening it up and showing Bob. "What's that word?" He pointed to the paper.

"Zanamivir." Bob read out.

"Yup. We need ya." Daryl declared, looking at the paper closely before handing it back to Natalia, moving to lean against the car beside her.

Tyreese walked towards them, standing in front of Daryl and Natalia.

"What's up?" Daryl asked the man.

"Still got room for one more?" Tyreese asked.

"Hell yeah."

"Good. Just got to get my gear."

"Shotgun." Natalia claimed as Tyreese walked off.

Soon enough; Daryl, Natalia, Michonne, Tyreese and Bob were on the road 50 miles away from the prison.

Daryl was driving, Natalia was in the passenger seat, and Michonne was squeezed in the back with the two newbies to the group.

Natalia was staring out the window, her knees to her chest as she drifted in her own mind, until Daryl broke the silence, looking in the rear view mirror at Michonne.

"Hey, I know you weren't running off." He spoke. "The thing is, that trail went cold. You know that, right?"

Michonne didn't answer him.

"If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you."

Natalia subconsciously rubbed her arm, the scar of the bullet hole from all those months ago.

Seemingly to get an acknowledging smile out of the woman in the back, he switched the radio on, static coming out of it.

"Nat, would you hand me one of those CD's?" Daryl asked her.

"What, oh, yeah, right." She sat forward, putting her legs down and opening the glovebox and rifling around the CDs.

"...find sanctuary." The radio said.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked.

"Shh." Daryl shushed him, turning up the radio.

"...determined to survive "

Daryl was fiddling with the stations, trying to make the voice clearer and less static.

"... Keep alive."

"Daryl, look out!" Natalia shouted, spotting the walkers in the road that the car was about to hit.

He swerved the car, narrowly missing a few but hitting one till he was in the middle again, but shortly came to a stop.

A massive herd was taking up the road and soon swallowed the car.

Walkers were hitting and pounding on the glass, trying to climb on the vehicle and reach them.

"Grab something!" Daryl ordered, reversing the car.

Soon enough, they were stuck on a small hill of walkers.

"Go to the left!" Michonne pointed, leaning in the middle, holding Natalia's seat.

Daryl attempted that but the wheels were only spinning.

"We're jammed up." He cursed.

Natalia grabbed out her knife, her gun was already in hand as she took it out of safety.

"I have to make a run for the gaps right there. You two make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me?" Daryl told the two men in the back.

"Now!" Daryl shouted, hitting the roof as Natalia jumped out the car, pushing walkers back and using her knife to take the nearest out, Michonne soon followed, slicing and dicing them down.

Soon enough, gunshots from Bob followed.

Natalia ignored the other people, focusing on taking out walkers and running for the woods without getting bit and scratched, getting those meds would be a failed mission if they were all dead.

Once she got to the tree's, she looked to find Tyreese in the middle of a group of walkers, hitting them down as he shouted.

Daryl grabbed Bob, pulling him away towards Natalia, Michonne following and they entered the woods.

They ran through as walkers followed them in, coming from different angles, until finally they reached a lonely place, stopping for only a second to catch their breath.

"Hold up." Daryl hollered as he reloaded his crossbow.

They watched as leaves and branches moved, preparing to shoot at what ever came out.

Two walkers emerged.

As Daryl was about so shoot, Tyreese followed, knocking one down with his hammer, but soon fell to his knees. He was covered in blood and guts.

One of the walkers soon noticed him, turning and heading for the man, but Michonne was quicker, stabbing her katana into its head, as Daryl and Bob grabbed him, helping up so that they could continue running away from the herd that was moving towards them.

Michonne and Natalia ran behind the three men, defending them in case any got too close.

Soon enough, they put some distance against the herd and found some water, that Tyreese used to wash his t-shirt.

"This is Turner Creek." Michonne said. "So Barnsville must be a few miles downstream."

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride." Bob said hopefully.

"Lets get going, before it gets dark." Natalia kicked a stone into a water from the bridge they were stood on, turning in the other direction.

"Yo! Ty!" Daryl called to the man. "Come on, let's go. Vamonos."

Daryl and Michonne followed Natalia but Bob stayed to talk to Tyreese.

"Hey." Michonne nudged her arm.

"Hm?" Natalia hummed.

"You good?"

"Fine."

"You know everyone's gonna be alright, right?"

"As long as we get the meds and get back in time, without people slowing us down." She looked over her shoulder at Bob who was still talking on the bridge.

Eventually him and Tyreese followed, but they kept their distance.

Daryl stopped in his tracks, bending down and picking something up, licking his thumb and wiping it.

"Is that Jasper?" Michonne asked, seeing what he picked up.

"Mhm."

"It's a good colour, brings out your eyes." She teased, causing the corner of Natalia's lip to raise, in her bad mood.

"When Miss Richards went into A block, we were leaving. Asked me to keep a look out. I'm gonna use it for her old mans marker."

"You know all them back there?" Michonne asked.

"You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you'd be surprised what you pick up." He said, walking ahead again.

Eventually, the group arrived at a gas station.

"You see something?" Bob asked Daryl, who was peering into some bushes.

"I don't know, maybe." He mumbled.

They had managed to find a car, Tyreese pulled the greenery off of it as Daryl attempted to hotwire the vehicle, but it was a fail.

"We gotta find us a new battery." He said, closing the door once again.

He peered into a dusty window, spitting on his hand and wiping it, before jumping back when two hands smacked the glass from the inside.

"Got some friends inside." He mused. "Come on."

They walked around the building, it was mostly hidden from the shrubbery and leaves that grew around it.

"Lets clear a path see what we got."

"Why don't we just try our luck somewhere else, we're wasting time." Natalia glared at the offensive flora as Bob, Daryl and Tyreese started chopping it and pulling.

"You see anything else around?" Daryl asked.

Michonne joined them.

Tyreese was hacking at it aggressively, like he was taking out all his anger and frustration out on the green.

"Hey man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with." Daryl told him.

Tyreese didn't listen, seemingly finding a door and attempting to pry it open.

They watched the man as he pulled wires off his machete.

A hand reached out, grabbing Daryl, and yanking him forward.

He pulled himself free and Michonne sliced off its arm.

Then Bob was attacked, Natalia jumped forward, plunging her knife into it's skull, causing the man to fall back from being let go.

"Tyreese!" He called out, as Tyreese seemed to be wrestling with a walker.

"Ty!" Daryl shouted.

"Ty! Let him go!" Michonne said, ready to put the walker down.

He soon fell back, the walker who looked like he worked in the station, fell on top of him, trying to take a bite.

Daryl grabbed it, yanking it off Tyreese and to the ground.

Bob went to shoot it but Natalia pushed him back, kneeling on the walker and stabbing her knife through its eye, she didn't want Bob to send out a public announcement to the herd they ditched in the forest, of where they were.

"I told you, this was a waste of time." She told Daryl, standing up as he helped Tyreese.

"Why the hell didn't you let go?" Michonne asked.

He didn't answer her, instead attempted to regulate his breathing.

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