Kinda like an old pal AU thing but still in line with this two’s respective story/timeline. This idea pop up while I was doing Toddlerwatch and I just wanna draw the two of them meeting each other at different crossroad points in life. Realised I haven drawn young hanzo yet. XD And I miss drawing young Jesse. Should draw them soon.
This fic is for the ultra-cool @porcupine-girl who won my Fandom
Trumps Hate auction and was so very generous with time and prompt leeway
as this fic spun out of control. I hope the resulting silliness was
worth the wait! ^_^
Please do me a favor and take nothing in the fic you’re about to read seriously.
It was unnaturally quiet in the Haus when Bitty crept his way downstairs, picking his way around abandoned solo cups and other party debris to get to the kitchen, Señor Bun hitched on his hip. He swung open the door with a sigh. He had expected the mess, but it was still disappointing to see the sheer amount of trash and spills on the floor after Epikegster the night before. Bitty set his rabbit on the counter and Señor Bun immediately began to sniff around the solo cups.
“Don’t drink anything,” Bitty warned. Señor Bun thumped the counter in protest and Bitty gave him a look and wagged a finger at him. “I mean it.”
The rabbit seemed at least momentarily convinced to stay put so Bitty turned and pulled open one of the bottom cabinets to tear off a new garbage bag from the roll. He made quick work of the various cups and drinks left on the counter and sprayed everything down with bleach before scrubbing away the evidence of any of the sticky tub juice and beer on the counter at least. Señor Bun wrinkled his nose at the bleach but hopped out of the way as Bitty cleaned around him. Bitty’s shoes still stuck to the floor when he moved, but that could be a problem for Ransom and Holster whenever they dragged themselves out of bed. He only needed the clean counter for now.
He checked his phone and rolled his eyes at himself.
“Lord, who am I up at six on a morning after a party like that?” Bitty asked Señor Bun absentmindedly. Señor Bun thumped his foot loudly, registering a complaint at the early hour as well and Bitty scratched behind his ear which elicited even more thumping.
Hold up So how many times could I poke you before you noticed?
“Well that is very dependent on whether I’m looking or not.”
Dark blinked effortlessly.
“If I weren’t looking, hundreds of times, thousands. If I refused to look in one certain direction, you could poke until the day you died and I wouldn’t feel a thing. For anyone confused, Figments do not feel human touch. Our differences in realities and substance make it impossible for human contact to occur with a Figment and leave any sense of pressure or sensation. Ahem, now, if I WAS looking, you would poke me half a time, because while your finger was coming towards me, halfway there, so prepared to finish your task, I would have snatched your wrist and broken your ulna bone before you even attempted to break my personal space.”
Summary: Her boyfriend hates when she wears lipstick, but Negan doesn’t mind a little red…
Characters: Negan x Female
Word Count: 3,081
Warnings:NSFW, Smut, and Swearing
Author’s Note: Ohhhh boyyyy. So I wrote this for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s new writing challenge. I know it’s not due for a while, but I’ve had the idea in my head for weeks and wanted to get it out while it’s fresh. I hope you guys enjoy!
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Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader and giving me such wonderful feedback. You’re the best.