rabbit backpack


Wow, I didn’t think the last doodle of my forces oc would get so many notes! It makes me really happy to know that people like her <3

I’ve updated her a little bits with blue shorts instead of bike shorts, and she’s got a name now. Assuming we’re allowed to name our characters in forces, she’s Rudey the Rabbit!


Hey guys! This is kind of an au story, enjoy the bughead goodness, while we’re on hiatus!

Jughead was leaning against the vending machine in the student lounge, headphones resting around his neck as he watched his peers. High school was a nightmare, he’d been bullied ever since he was a kid but it got increasingly more brutal when he entered the higher grades.

When he was younger he had Archie and Betty and Dilton, even Moose had been his friend, but now he had no one. He was on his own. His family had abandoned him and he had abandoned his friends, it was a vicious cycle that seemed to never end.

His number one tormentor, Reggie Mantle, was lounging on the couch, Veronica lodge on one arm and Josie McCoy on the other, he was surrounded by his football minions and Archie was sitting on the lounge chair. Reggie had been eyeing him for a few minutes now and jughead just knew he was trying to come up with an insult.
Running his eyes over the rest of the room, he stopped on Betty Cooper. The beautiful blonde with the biggest heart he had ever seen, she was the definition of girl next door. Her wholesome all around nurturing personality was something he admired and he found himself staring at her soft smile and warm eyes as she listened to her best friend Kevin Keller ramble on about something.

Betty had been one of the best parts of his childhood. She was sunshine and vanilla frosting. Warm hugs and milkshakes. More often than not, being around her was the only bright spot in his day. But then he messed everything up.

When his mother and sister left him he distanced himself from everyone, he wasn’t going to let anyone else leave him, so he left. Left Archie and Betty. They had both tried to fix things, he remembered her bright green eyes shining with tears, asking him what she had done wrong? Why he didn’t want to be her friend anymore? Even at 11 years old he remembered his heart breaking.

Suddenly the annoyingly loud voice of Reggie Mantle broke him out of his thoughts.

“What’s up with that stupid beanie, Donnie Darko? Do you even take it off when you shower,? what does it protect you from something? You’re own weirdness maybe. You think you’re some kind of king of darkness? King of the loners maybe.” He snorted high fiving chuck Clayton as the others laughed, Veronica rolling her eyes.

As he opened his mouth to come back with a snappy retort, he was cut off by the sugary sweet soprano voice that was Betty Cooper.

“And who are you to talk reggie mantle? You haven’t taken off your letterman jacket in two years. You even wore it to the pool over the summer.” She raised a brow, rising from her seat next to Kevin.

Reggie seemed taken aback and the rest of the football jocks went quiet.
“Stay out of this Betty, it doesn’t concern you.” Reggie said stiffly.

“Actually it does concern me Reggie, I happen to remember you carrying around your green stuffed rabbit in your backpack all the way up to last year. Maybe you should look in the mirror before you cast judgement.”

Reggies jaw dropped and he stuttered as moose snickered beside him.

“I.. you don’t know what your talking about…”

Betty just shrugged her delicate shoulders, there wasn’t a hint of malice on her face, she wasn’t trying to be mean, she was just being fair.

“Maybe not, but you don’t know Jughead either. Maybe we all can learn something from one another.” With that Betty turned on her heel, walking from the room a smirking Kevin on her tail.

Jughead was standing there , the most confused expression on his face as the rest of the football team teased and taunted Reggie about being owned by a girl.

What had just happened? Betty Cooper had just stood up to the most popular boy in the school…. for him.

Okay. Yeah okay.

The day went by so slow, Jughead didn’t see Betty for the rest of the day, not until he stood outside the girls locker room after school, waiting for Betty to finish cheerleading practice.

He spotted her walking next to Veronica, her gym bag slung over her shoulders and the tiny little black shorts she wore were positively sinful. She threw a wave as Veronica headed the opposite direction. Betty’s eyes caught Jugheads and he smiled shyly, his hand going behind his neck, scratching nervously.

She made her way to him smiling
“Juggie.” She said softly

He felt his heart flutter at the nickname.

“Bets” he choked out nervously

She looked up at him
“Were you just in the neighborhood? Or were you coming to visit?” She giggled

Jughead rolled his eyes “I wanted to thank you, for today, ya know with Reggie. You didn’t have to stick up for me.”

She looked up at him, adjusting the bag on her shoulder “ well of course I did? Why wouldn’t I?”

He didn’t really know what to say to that so he settled with “well we haven’t really spoken in six years.”

She continued staring at him with that confused smile on her face
“Well that doesn’t matter, you’re still my friend juggie. Think of it as payback for when you put bugs In Cheryl’s pudding cup because she called me fat when we were six.”

He snorted
“Yeah well that was a lie. She was a liar.” He smiled sticking his tongue out.

Betty stopped walking and turned to him
“So is Reggie. There’s nothing wrong with you, your beanie is your security blanket, it makes you comfortable and confident. there’s nothing wrong with that. You’ve got your hat and I’ve got my pony tail. Sometimes everyone needs something.”

He just stared at her with his slack jaw, could this girl get anymore perfect.

“But..” she continued a wicked smirk on her face “if you really wanna repay me, you can walk me home annnddddd carry my bag.” She sang

He rolled his eyes, trying to fight the smile that was creeping through

“You got it green eyes.”

Meeting the Family

So, I’m a total slacker when it came to CyborgBunny week >.>  I REALLY wanted to take part but between not being able to think of what I wanted to write and procrastination, I’m only now just getting started XP

For those of you that follow me for the D.Va/Junkrat story, have no fear, I do plan on continuing that at some point >.>

Day 1 theme: First time

Interpretation: First time meeting family


“You’re sure he’s going to be here?”  The brunette asked as she shoved her hands into the pockets of the hoodie she was wearing.  Her eyes rolled up towards the taller male beside her, though his armor clad body gave nothing away to the emotion that may have been hiding behind his response.

“Yes, my brother has come here every year after he tried to kill me.  He will be here,” Genji replied as he stared towards the vast emptiness that was the main entrance to Hanamura, the ancestral home to his family.  Around them, the rest of the village was bustling with activity as shoppers and workers continued their daily routines.  While the village itself was quite the tourist location, locals and tourists alike didn’t dare step foot on the desolate temple grounds, though that didn’t stop people from taking pictures at a distance.

Commotion started to rise up from behind the pair, pulling Hana’s eyes from the bell hanging in the pagoda before them.  A small group of people had formed at one of the shop corners, they were excitedly whispering to themselves, pointing at the shorter woman.  Catching onto what that meant, the woman rose two fingers in a peace sign and winked at the group, sending them into a further fit of excitement.

“Not to ruin your little moment of reminiscing, but unless we want to deal with troves of fans, we may want to move,” she said as she took a step closer to the ninja that had seemed to go totally unnoticed at that point, under the wave of D.Va’s popularity.

Genji looked down at her for a moment, the green of his visor reflecting her eyes back to her, only for a moment though.  Hana had learned that if you focused behind what the light wanted you to see, you could faintly make out the darker eyes of the male behind them.  Zenyatta (or Master Zenyatta as Genji was trying to get her to call him by) may have taught her that.

After a brief moment, he turned to look back at the group that had grown since D.Va had last looked back.  A slight hum came from the male before he said, “Yes, this could indeed prove problematic.”  Genji slowed wrapped his arm around Hana’s waist, his grip tightening for a brief moment as he lept from the ground, seeming to instantly vanish from the sight of the crowd behind them, their groans of disappointment carrying through the empty temple grounds.

While Genji had jumped, he had only moved them to the upper floor of the room that sat on the left side, beyond the main gates to the grounds.  He was more than aware as to why the grounds were avoided by the locals and the fears and worries they had were spread to the tourists.  For years, tourists would enter the grounds, but as the locals persisted that the grounds were bad and dangerous, there seemed to be this odd attraction.  Tourists continued to flock to the area, some wanting to go on the grounds that became “taboo” to enter, though there was really no such rule setup.  Others wanted to see the grounds to see if there indeed was criminal activity going on from the Shimada family.  Unfortunately for them, the Shimada family had long since moved on from their ancestral home.  The falling out that Genji had with his brother may have played a part in that, but the criminal activities of his family no longer took place there and the grounds were left to be forgotten.

The area outside the temple almost instantly fell back into its usually noisy pattern, almost as though the superstar D.Va had never been spotted.  Once satisfied with this, Genji released the woman and began walking towards the steps down.  “Follow me,” he said, his voice sounding more flat than usual.

The stairs led to a small, open barren room.  Genji paid little attention to anything around him as he walked out of there and turned away from the main entrance they had just stood before.  Under this new archway, Hana was greeted with a magnificent view of a massive temple surrounded by sakura trees, walk ways and numerous outer buildings.  Though abandoned, the temple was still a sight to behold as its multi-tiered roof towered over every other building not only on temple property, but in the village itself.  It was far larger than all the other buildings as well, the building itself easily being able to fit over the village square they were just in.

Genji paused near a gazebo outside the front entrance to the temple and without looking at Hana said, “You brought what I asked you to, correct?”

Hana nodded, shifting her weight slightly to allow the rabbit backpack on her back to sway into partial view around her back.  “Yes, sir,” she replied in a slightly teasing tone, in an attempt to break the seriousness that her partner had picked up since getting the Hanamura.

“Good,” he replied, his gaze focused on the large building.  Genji then grabbed her hand, pulling the woman along behind him.  “Stay close and stay behind me.”  Biting back any other comments to try and lighten his mood, Hana simply nodded, using her free hand to brush against her hoodie, ensuring that her blaster was concealed but present on her hip.

Genji ran them to the right side of the temple opening, his back pressed against the large boulder that separated the couple from the actual wall.  He leaned over, peering inside, Hana leaned in closely behind him seeing a single man kneeling before a large tapestry hanging from the ceiling.  “Is that–” she tried to ask but was hushed when Genji released her hand to place a finger against her lips.

“Are times really changing,” the man inside asked, his voice no higher than speaking volume and was nearly lost to the wind from the distance.  “When you continue to flaunt women around here.”  If it hadn’t been for the time that Hana had spent watching Genji, she would not have noticed the other man’s slow movements towards the weapon sitting at his side.  As the male beside her slowly pulled his finger from her mouth, she could watch him tense as he too slowly reached for his swords, though not immediately grasping them but preparing to move.

“You dare insult our family by continuing this behavior,” the man’s voice now boomed, echoing through the temple as he whipped around and in a trained manner had not only drawn the bow but released an arrow towards the couple.  Genji’s arm thrust backward, shoving Hana back and onto her backside as the sudden movement left her unbalanced.  He then sprung forward and into the hall across from the main opening.

“You continue to act brashly, brother,” that calm, almost rhythmical voice said, though it was difficult to pin from what direction it had come from.

The man looked furiously towards the opening, but when he didn’t see anyone, he gaze instantly darted towards the upper floor and where he had heard the voice initially.

“You tell me that you have accepted who you are, Genji.  You have not changed.  Perhaps I must finish the job that I clearly did not finish all those years ago.”  The arrow he notched flashed for a moment before flying through the air and as it found purchase on the wall of the second floor, the shattered, sending smaller arrows bouncing in various directions.

Genji’s voice this time came behind the irate male.  “You say you try to honor my death and what you did to me, yet you do that listen to what your own brother has to say.”  A fine, this piece of metal swept past the archer’s ankles sending him to the ground, though years of training allowed him to lessen the impact of the fall he was still left on his back, looking up at the cyborg suit that was now his brother.

“I have no time to waste on those that go against our family,” he replied with a sneer as something hit the ground behind the ninja, the explosion of it stunning him.  The older brother took that opportunity to plant a kick square in his brother’s stomach, sending him crashing into one of the tall lantern-like lights, the green light in his helmet flickering for a moment before fading.

“Do not think I didn’t not anticipate your return again this year, Genji,” he said as a male in a cowboy hat rounded the corner before helping him up.  The newcomer looked at the ninja, a saddened look in his eyes before he sighed, shaking his head, saying,

“Didn’t think we would end up on opposite teams, part’ner.”  The light in the cyborg’s helmet came to life once again as he pushed himself to a kneeling, ready position before the two.

“Ah, Jesse, perhaps you could speak some sense into my brother,” Genji replied, his tone void of any threat he felt from the cowboy’s sudden appearance.

The other shrugged in response before unholstering his revolver.  “Hanzo here was talkin’ about how someone’s been interruptin’ him while he honored his lost brother.  Wouldn’ta thought you were him though.  Honor is honor though and if a man ain’t able to get that back, what’s he got left.”  The two men rose their weapons toward the other as he unsheathed his blades though wasn’t ready to fully stand just yet.

“Hold it right there,” a female’s voice yelled out before the sound of rocket boosters filled the air.  A large pink mech landed in front of the ninja, a green projected shield expanding out before her as a volley of arrows and bullets rained towards them.

The archer sneered at the newcomer that was protecting his brother as Genji said, “Hana, we agreed on not bringing the mech here.”  Her eyes glanced down to her wounded partner for a moment as she shrugged saying, “Plans change, now hop on.”  The male simply nodded before pushing himself to his feet and jumping onto the top of the mech.  Once he was on, she brought the shield down and flew to the second floor walk way behind her and then out the window.

“Hana, what are you doing?”  Genji asked as he looked behind him, confused as he watched the other two males tailing them.

“This place is important, right?  I mean, you told me when you first visited your brother, you drew him outside.  Inside is important and still a temple, it should be honored, not destroyed.”  Genji shook his head, though he was pleased with her answer.  Even though she was competitive, almost to a fault, could be moody and act bratty, she still sought to respect customs, even if it was out of her usual character to do so.

“So what’s the plan?”  She then asked as she turned to face the two that had rejoined them just outside the main temple.

“We separate them.  I will talk to my brother, you keep Jesse busy.”

“Roger, roger.”  The two then split up, Genji jumping to the roof of the gazebo, Hana charge towards the cowboy.

The brothers took to the roofs, leaping across them and the ninja tried to reason with his brother.  “If you took as much time to listen as you did to honor those you harmed in your past, much could be avoided.”

As he loosed an arrow, the other replied, “Your actions have not changed.  You still continue to surround yourself with the company of women.  You are loose, Genji.”

As the combat continued, arrows flying towards the other, Genji never sought to attack his brother, but would deflect the attacks taken against him.

“She is the only one, brother.”  He said, suddenly turning towards the other, running towards him.  He watched as his brother steadied his attack and at the last moment, the ninja jumped, flipping over the other.  “She has accepted who I am and who I was.  Can you say the same, Hazo?”

Arrow still notched, Hanzo spun around towards his brother, but before he could say anything, another voice called out,

“Hanzo, darlin’, could ya maybe call a truce with yer brother fer now?  Don’t think I’m winnin’ this one.”

The brothers looked down towards the courtyard, the gravel was scattered and uneven, holes were bore in the wood structures and surrounding boulders, boards and splinters from the gazebo lay scattered on the ground as the pink mech had the cowboy cornered, hands in the air.

Hanzo stood slack jaw, utterly surprised at the sheer amount of destruction that took place over a few minutes.  “What sort of monster did you bring here, brother?”  He asked, his voice laced with astonishment, as well as fear and slight disappointment to what happened.

Genji smirked from beneath his helmet, though no one could see it.  “My fiance,” he replied simply.  He caught the flabbergasted look from his brother, but before he could say anything, the ninja had already jumped off the roof and was making his way towards the other two.

Once Hanzo caught up, the mech stepped backwards.  McCree’s hands planted onto his knees as he said, “Thank the stars, wasn’t sure if we could keep that up much longer, Hana.”  Hanzo looked at the trio confused, his grip on his bow tightening as his eyes narrowed.

“What is going on here,” he asked, his voice coming off as a warning.

Genji ignored the question as he gestured towards the mech.  “Hanzo, I would like to introduce you to my fiance, Hana Song.”  Hanzo’s gaze snapped to his brother before the mech, a surprised look crossing his face.

The back of the mech suddenly opened as a petite woman flipped out from the inside, landing gracefully in front of the older Shimada brother.

“Nice to meet ya,” Hana said extending a hand, giving the male an exaggerated wink.

Hanzo didn’t accept the hand but cast his angry gaze over the whole group.  “What is all this?”  He asked, his voice seething as he watched each one in disbelief.

“I told you, I wanted to–”  Genji started before his brother waved a hand cutting him off.  “No, not that, what was that Jesse.”

The cowboy smirked, shrugging to the other before saying, “We work together.  They asked fer my help, so ‘course I’m gonna do it.  Can’t stand in the way of true love after all.”  He then pushed Genji and Hana towards Hanzo, enough into his personal space that he was, for the first time, forced to really pay attention to the two.

Hanzo’s eyes focused on the smaller girl.  Jesse worked with her?  Genji was engage to her?

“Oh!”  She exclaimed suddenly, pulling her backpack round to her front.  “Genji asked me to get you this,” she said reaching into her bag before pulling out a neatly wound poster that had been partly sticking out of the top.  She held it out to Hanzo whom cautiously took it, watching his brother as he carefully unrolled it.

“It’s one of the originals,” Hana pointed out.  “Not one of those cheap ones you find in store.”  Hanzo then looked to what he had unrolled, it was a poster for Hana’s movie Hero of my Storm, signed by the lead actress herself.  The male rolled his eyes up, he had enjoyed that movie when he had seen it, even though it didn’t have the greatest of reviews.

“Jesse told us you were a fan, sooooo,” she added, her voice trailing off at the end.  Hanzo quickly rolled the poster back up, once done he pointed an accusing finger to his brother.  “If you do anything to break her heart, Genji, I will kill you second time.  This time for good.”  He then cast a gentle smile down towards the superstar, though the excitement in his eyes told far more of the emotion he was actually feeling.  “You tell me if he hurts you.”

Hana laughed and said, “You clearly don’t know your brother very well if you think he would do something like that.”  The emotion on Hanzo’s face seemed to calm as he slowly looked towards his brother replying,

“You may be right.  Perhaps it is time I did try to get to know you again, brother.”

There was a synthetic sounding laughter that came from the cyborg as he planted a hand on his brother’s shoulders.  “So it takes your favorite actress to get you to want to repair things between us?  Do not think I will let you get that close to her.”

The sound of people running on gravel soon reached the ears of the group.  The Shimada brothers instantly looked towards the main entrance where a large group of individuals in black suits were running towards them, some drawing weapons, others phones.

“We must go, our time is up.  You best leave too, brother, you know you are not welcome here,” Genji said to his brother with a nod.

“See ya next time!”  Hana said as she climbed back into her mech, Genji leaping on top.  “See you back at base, Jesse!”  The two then flew off.

Hazno and Jesse took off back towards the temple where a teleportation pad had been prepared for them, though Hanzo hadn’t asked how.

“Yer brother has changed, Hanzo.  Maybe it’s time to let go of the past and move on.”

The older Shimada sighed before saying, “Perhaps.  Perhaps it is time for some our of family to rebuild.”

for dead-rabbit-comics and kangarooblu–two really great asanoya lovin’ friends who I hope can use this as a pick me up. GOOD VIBES FOREVER YOUR WAY MY FRIENDS <3

As You Wish, Part Three - Negan

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Part One. Part Two.

You parked your car, nodding at Rick as you walked back to your house. After your visit with Negan, all you wanted to do was be alone. Of course, that wasn’t really hard with the fact that everyone was ignoring you.

You had almost made it all the way to your house when Rosita came up to you. You walked up your steps and looked back at her with a smile. She didn’t return it.

“Did you enjoy your visit?” she asked.

“Not particularly.” You opened your door, but in a second, she had ran up the steps and shut it again. “Rosita.”

“You do know what people are thinking of you, right?”

“I don’t really care what people think of me,” you said, glaring right back at her.

“What about your friends?” she asked.

“Like you?” She rolled her eyes and you opened your door. “I’m not doing anything. I’m back, aren’t I? I expect I won’t be allowed in any group meetings, so what kind of information could I give Negan if I even wanted to?”

She didn’t answer, and started walking down the steps. You had one foot in the door, when you turned back and called to her.

“And just so you know, I asked him to give Daryl back.” She looked impressed for a minute but then stormed off anyway.

Your life was getting more and more boring by the minute. No one seemed to want to talk to you, unless they were scolding you. Rick said it was a good idea if you stayed out of the view of everyone for now, so you weren’t given any jobs. You sat in your house all day, unfortunately daydreaming. 

A knock from your door woke you from another day dream about Negan. You sat up and opened the door and found Rick standing there. You sighed and swung open the door, letting him in.

“I brought the car back,” you said.

“I know. I was just gonna ask how you were,” he said, sitting down on your couch.

“How I am? Or how Negan was?” Rick looked up at you and you shrugged. “It was fine.”

“Rosita said you asked him to let Daryl go.”

“I did.”


“Do you see Daryl?” you asked.

“I’m not trying to be difficult, but-”

“I went there because I had to know. I loved him once, Rick, I couldn’t live with myself if I never knew.”

“And?” he asked again.

“Do you think your wife would have still loved you, after everything that’s happened to you? Everything that you’ve become?” Rick sighed and looked up at you with a frown.

“Got anything to drink?” You snorted and stood up, bringing back two cups and a half drank bottle of cheap whiskey. He took a swig and you sat across from him, sipping your cup carefully.


“I don’t know what Lori would have thought of me. I wasn’t the same person after everything, and I knew she loved me, but she didn’t love me like she did. So, I don’t know what she would have thought of me now.”

“Do you think you are still the same person?”



“No, I don’t think so.”

“But you still want the same things. I mean, if we let this world change us, then we aren’t any better than anyone else. Or better than the fucking walkers.” You sat up in your chair and looked at him seriously. “I mean, you still want to save as many people as possible, right?”

“I guess. Has Negan changed?”

“Truth be told, he’s always kind of been an asshole.” Rick laughed softly and you frowned. “But he was my asshole. He kept me safe and treated me right. I loved him.”

“And do you still?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” Rick clearly didn’t like that answer, but there was nothing else you could say. “I don’t have a better answer than that. My loyalty still lies here, with all of us. I know you don’t believe-”

“I believe it. But it’s not just up to me. You going to see Negan didn’t really help anyone’s perspective of you.”

“I can’t help what people think. I never thought I’d see him again. I thought he was dead.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I came in here to ask you what you saw when you went there. But, I’m not gonna make you tell me.”

“He has more people. More people than us and the Hilltop combined. And access to any weapons necessary.” Rick sighed and looked down at his boots.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” He stood up and looked down at you. “I’m going on a run. If anyone gives you trouble, let me know. We’ll work this out when I get back. I do trust you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Rick.” He smiled softly and walked out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. You traveled back to another haunted memory with Negan.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” you said as you and Negan drove out of the woods and back on to the main road at first light. He frowned and looked over at you.

“If you want to go back and fight off the herd-”

“I don’t,” you said, looking over at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know you really liked that place.” You sighed and looked out the window, propping your elbow up on the open window.

“You should be, it is your fault.” He looked over at you, smirking, and you turned away so he wouldn’t see you smirking either.

“How exactly was it my fault?”

“Were you not the one yelling, no, screaming at the walkers? What did you say?”

“Bring it on,” Negan answered with a grin.

“Uh huh,” you said. Negan laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“I am sorry. I had no idea that herd was that close.” You shrugged and looked at him.

“It was bound to happen sometime, anyways. We’ll just have to find a new place. This time, with walls and defenses to keep walkers from even getting close.”

“If you’ve got any suggestions, I’m all ears.” You smiled and crawled across the seat, kissing his lips, his cheek, the spot where his jaw connected with his ear, and then nibbled on the edge of his ear.

“I’ll let you know,” you whispered in his ear. He smiled and wrapped his arm around you. You snuggled up against his gray t-shirt, and watched the road as he drove. Neither of you had a real plan in mind, and were just driving to drive.

However, around noon, after Negan pulled over to kill a few walkers in the way, you noticed something familiar. You got out of the car and Negan looked at you in confusion.

“What is it?” he asked, slight worry in his voice. You didn’t respond, and just stared at the sign. Grassy Plains Campsite. “You alright, darlin’?” he asked, coming up behind you, and grabbing your waist. You nodded, but kept staring at the sign.

“Yeah. My family and I used to camp here in the summer.” Negan hummed and pressed his body up against yours, holding you close. “We lived a few miles from here.” You looked back at him and he nodded softly.

“Let’s go.” You climbed back into the truck and drove off. You gave Negan directions every few minutes, but fell silent when you pulled into your neighborhood. The first thing you saw was an old neighbor of yours, walking around, something dripping from his reanimated mouth.

“Y/N,” Negan said carefully, when he saw you flinch. You shook your head and he kept driving. He was going slow, so you only had to touch his hand to tell him to stop. He put the car in park and watched you as you stared at your old house.

“You don’t have to come in,” you said, grabbing your bat. You hopped out of the car, and Negan was immediately at your side.

“Unless you don’t want me-” You grabbed his hand and he stopped talking. You walked first, and turned the door handle, expecting it to be open. It was locked and you sighed. “Here,” Negan said, stepping in front of you.

“No, don’t,” you said. “I don’t want to break in.” You walked away from him, and went to the back. Your backyard was tore up. Things had blown in from yards all around the neighborhood, and in the far back, a walker was caught on your fence.

“I’ll get it,” he said. As he ran over to take out the walker, you went to the porch, and underneath the mat, found a rusting key. You laughed a little, and felt a tear form in your eye. It barely fit in the sliding glass door, but it did. As you pushed it open, Negan came back to you.

“You got in.”

“I had a key,” you said, showing it to him. The air left your body as you walked in. Your house had barely been touched since you last saw it. Your family had been camping when everything happened, so you didn’t have a chance to come back and get your things.

Walking through your living room, you saw a few movies out next to the tv, remembering when you and your sister watched them. In the kitchen, the toaster was still out, and a molding bag of bread, covered in flies sat next to it. You cringed and turned away from it.

Negan stayed close as possible, but didn’t talk. You walked down the hall, and stopped in your parents room. You smiled again, noticing the unmade bed. In their bathroom, you found a necklace of your mother’s that you had always loved. You put it in your bag and looked back at Negan.

“Will you go back to the kitchen and see what we can take?”

“Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded and he kissed your forehead before leaving. You took what few amenities you could find in the bathroom, and made you way down the hall. At the end was a bathroom, and on either side was the door to your room and your sister’s.

You went to the bathroom first, grabbing a bottle of toothpaste and a stick of deodorant. Then you went into your sister’s room. Her clothes were scattered all over her floor. Her bed was made, and sitting up against it, was the purple rabbit she had since she was a baby.

You picked it up and smiled, before tears came pooling out of your eyes. You clung to the rabbit, and fell onto her bed.You sobbed into the soft cotton of the rabbit, smelling the scent that was only your sister’s.

The next thing you knew, Negan was sitting down on the edge of the bed, making you roll towards him just slightly as his weight shifted the bed. You looked up at him and he was frowning. You took his outstretched hand and sat up, before pressing your head against his chest. You cried for a little while longer, while Negan rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“Come on,” you said, putting the rabbit in your backpack. “There’s one more room we have to check.” Negan stood with you, and kissed you softly.

“I love you,” he said, for the first time.

“I love you,” you whispered. He smiled widely and followed you as you opened the door to your room. Negan laughed a little, noticing the boy band posters on your walls. “Do you even think the Backstreet Boys are still alive?” you asked.

“I doubt it,” Negan said. You laughed a little as you rummaged through your old stuff.

“I was gonna move out, just before it happened,” you said after a pause. “A lot of my stuff is actually at an apartment complex across town. This was just the stuff I was going to leave here.”

“Do you wan-”

“No,” you said, cutting him off. “I just want to go.”

“I know you said you wanted to find a new place, this could be that place. It’s still pretty secluded, it hasn’t been destroyed by walkers just yet.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I love this place, but it’s haunted without my family.”

“Then we’ll find a new place,” he said. You leaned up and kissed him again. “Whatever you want.”

For someone who was shunned by your entire group, you sure had a lot of visitors. Another knock from your door pulled your attention. It was late afternoon now, and you figured it was Rick, back from his run. However, when you opened the door you found Olivia, crying.

“Olivia? Are you alright?” you asked, stepping down from your house. She shook her head and struggled to say something. You touched her arm and she finally spit it out.

“He’s here,” she cried.


“Negan.” You took a deep breath and shook your head. Olivia was still sobbing heavily, and you rubbed her arm a little bit.

“Where?” you asked.

“Rick’s house. I was watching Judith, and he came back with Carl.”

“With Carl?” you asked, grabbing a jacket from inside the door, and walking down the porch steps. “What the hell is he doing with Carl?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “He sent me away to find some lemonade. I didn’t know who to-” She cut herself off by crying again and you shook your head.

“You were right to get me. Go find the lemonade. I’ll go to the house.”

“Thank you,” she said, removing her glasses to wipe away her tears.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.”

You tried to tell yourself that, too, as you walked towards Rick’s house. As you made your way, you saw a truck parked up front, with Negan’s men milling around. With everything in you, you did not want to see him, but you figured you were the only one who could even hope to calm him down.

You had no idea why he was here. He came a few days ago to get his load, he wasn’t do for another week at least. Of course, you knew Negan, and knew that he could be here for literally any reason.

You finally reached the porch and walked up the steps hesitantly. You could hear talking from inside, and it seemed calm. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. You heard creaking and suddenly, the door opened.


“Carl,” you said breathlessly. “What the hell is going on?”

“Y/N?” You closed your eyes for a moment, and Negan came around the corner. He was beaming, and walked towards you. He was wearing his same leather jacket, and you couldn’t help but think of when you found it. It was better to hide in your thoughts then to face the man in person.

“Hey, babe.” Negan, who was asleep in the seat next to you, hummed softly, but didn’t wake. “I think I know a place we could stay.” He rolled over and looked at you with a frown, clearly not happy about being woken up from his nap.

“Then drive there,” he grumbled. You shot him a look, but he was too tired to fight with you. He just sighed and went back to sleep. When you stopped to go to the bathroom, you found a knocked over sign, pointing towards a motel a few miles away.

Wishing that it was deserted, considering that this town was mostly deserted before anything happened, you hoped that you could hole up there, at least for a while. Turning off the road, you saw the motel not far away. A walker was tied up in front of the building, but the rest looked empty.

You stopped the car and got out. Negan was still asleep, and you didn’t want to deal with his sleep deprived wrath right now. You took out the walker with your knife and opened the door to the office. It was jammed, but with a yank, it popped open.

Dust flew everywhere and you coughed a little as you waited for it to clear. Walking it, it seemed pretty deserted. You flipped carelessly through a guest book, and saw that the last person to sign in was here in 2004. It appeared that this place was abandoned long before everything went to shit.

You picked up a few of the keys and made your way towards the doors. You ran back to the truck and grabbed your bat from out the back. Carefully, you opened the door to the first room, clearing it.

You made your way to the next one, and then a third, before jumping when Negan appeared in front of you.

“Jesus,” you said, dropping your bat. “Clear your throat or something.”

“Sorry,” he said with a grin, bending back slightly. “Did I scare you?”

“Not more than usual,” you said, moving past him. He laughed and bit his lip, following you. You got through the entire first floor, and Negan flopped down on the rickety bed inside the room.

“Come on, we have two more floors.”

“No, we don’t,” he said, holding out his hand. You rolled your eyes and walked towards the door. “Baby,” he said softly. You looked back at him, and saw him looking at you seductively. You ran your hands through your hair and took a deep breath.

“We really need to-”

“No we don’t,” he said.

“Yes!” you said, forcing yourself out the door. You heard him groan, and what sounded like an old phone getting thrown across the room, and he was back at your side. You looked up at him with an innocent smile and he frowned.

“Let’s get it done,” he said, taking a set of keys from you.

“I’ll take the second floor,” you said. He started to walk away from you, but you grabbed his hand. “Hey.” You pulled him back and kissed him. “I’ll see you in a few. And once this place is secure, I’m gonna rock your world,” you said, just above a whisper. He grinned and shook his head quickly once.

“Deal,” he said, his voice gruff.

You made your way to the second floor, and started going through the same rooms, one right after the other. It was monotonous and boring, and all you really wanted to do was fuck Negan right now. However, you pushed through and finished clearing all the rooms. So far, you were right, this place was safe.


“Negan?” you called, suddenly growing worried at the sound of him yelling. He didn’t answer, and after waiting for a moment, you ran up to the third floor. You ran into the room with the open door, and found Negan standing a foot from the doorway.

“God, what’s wrong with you? I thought you were hurt.”

“First of all, darlin’, you know there’s a lot wrong with me,” he said, glancing back at you. “Second, look at this shit.” For the first time, you looked at the bedroom. It was nothing like any of the other, identical motel rooms.

Instead, you were standing in a bedroom that was twice as big as the others, looking like someone had knocked down the wall between two of the rooms, as there were two bathrooms. The bed standing in the middle was heart shaped, and covered with a thick, red quilt.

“Oh my god,” you said.

“Yeah,” Negan said, walking deeper into the room. The whole place was decked out in what looked like old black lights, and everything was shaped like a heart. “This guy was a douche bag.”

“Yeah,” you said, opening the closet. “Oh my god. Negan.” He turned around and you opened the door wider so he could see the closet full of only leather clothing.

“Son of a bitch,” he said with a grin, walking towards it. You laughed as he pulled out a jacket, holding it against himself. He was doing it entirely joking, but you stopped him before he put it back in the closet. “What?”

“I think you should put it on.”


“Because you’d look hot as fuck,” you said. Negan raised his eyebrows and leaned back with a smile.

“I’d look like-”

“Shh,” you said. “Do it and I’ll show you something definitely worth it.”

“Yeah?” he asked, looking you up and down.

“Yeah. Put it on.” He rolled his eyes, and slipped the jacket on carelessly. You backed up into the wall and beamed at him, breathing just a little heavily. “Damn.”

“You’re into this?” he asked.

“God yes.”

“Well, if it turns my girl on,” he said with a shrug as he moved towards you, putting his hand firmly on your back. You kissed him back hungrily, grabbing onto his jacket. “Wait, wait,” you said, pushing him off.


“You didn’t finish clearing this floor.” He rolled his eyes and put his hands up.

“It’s fine,” he said, kissing you again.

“Mm-no,” you said, pushing him off mid-kiss. “Just go finish. I’ll get things set up here anyway.” He gave you a look and groaned, but did as you asked.

“You’ve got to stop teasing!”

As he left, you quickly grabbed your bag and rushed into one of the bathrooms. It was silly, but on one of your runs, you found some lingerie, and kept it for yourself, hoping to surprise Negan with it one day.

You heard his whistle, and knew he was coming back, so after putting it on, you ran out and fell down on the bed. You propped your head up on your hand and waited for the door to open. You looked at him seductively as his eyes traveled from your toes to your head.

“Goddamn, could you be any hotter?” he asked, dropping everything at the door. You smiled and sat up as he came closer. You grabbed onto his jacket, and looked up at him.

“Where did you find this?” he asked, looking down at the pink material.

“I found it a while ago. I thought I’d save it for a special occasion.” Negan bit his lip and pushed you back on the bed, following closely, climbing on top of you.

“You’re incredible.”

“I know,” you said, grabbing hold of the jacket and bringing his lips to yours. 

“I thought I heard your voice,” he said with a grin. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“I thought I’d get the grand tour. Carl’s just been showing me around. Come in, come in!” he said. You reluctantly walked in and glanced over at Carl and he looked just as worried as you, but angrier.

“You know,” Negan said, walking deeper into the house, “I was getting pretty lonely since you left, but Carl decided to visit me today! Ain’t that kind of him?” You shot a look over at Carl and Negan looked at you curiously.

“Oh don’t worry, I didn’t do anything to him. Although he did mow down a few of my men.”

“Carl!” you said, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

“Oh, stop mothering him. He was just being his badass self.” You looked over at Negan and noticed that his smile didn’t falter once. He was clearly enjoying torturing your entire group, and you didn’t think there was much you could do.

“So,” he said, doing a little shake. “Let’s start the tour. And lovely Y/N can be our guest,” he said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. You shrugged him off and looked at Carl. It looked like he wanted to refuse, but couldn’t.

“Let’s go,” you said. Negan grinned and followed you closely as you started leading him through Rick’s house, growing more and more panicked about what was going on. If Carl really did kill some of his men, you knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“I hope Carl wasn’t one of the people treating you like shit, because I really couldn’t-”

“He’s not. No one is,” you said, looking back at him. You stole a glimpse at Carl who looked betrayed. 

“That’s not what you said the other day.” You breathed out of your nose and kept walking. Negan looked through every part of the house, taunting you both the entire time.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you asked Carl under your breath.

“No need to whisper, darlin’. We’re all friends here. Some of us more than that,” he said, staring at you. You rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t even consider us friends.”

“No?” he asked, stepping close to you. He was a few inches from you, and you raised your head so you were staring at him. Your jaw was set and you were holding eye contact with him.


“Ooh,” he said, tilting his head, his entire body following. “I’d kiss you right now if you weren’t so fervently against it.” You turned away, just to break the tension.

“The tour.”

“Yes,” he said, leaning back. “Lead on.”

Our Last Night » Sam Drake

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Fandom: Uncharted + The Last Of Us

Words: 2155

Summary: It’s been twenty years since the outbreak and everyone’s still holding on. Everything had ended up getting into routine till Sam and you come across a young girl named Ellie. 

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write a story like this for a while! This is going to be an ongoing story and I just wanted to see what you all think! c: Don’t be afraid to give feedback! I love hearing from you guys! c:

Originally posted by iures

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I’m imagining Call being a little shit again when non-mage people ask him what he wants to be when he grows up or give him the dreaded what’s your major questions and Call just goes… “I’m a magician.”

*shuffles cards and magically pulls out the right one*

*pulls a rabbit out of his backpack*

*randomly pulls coins and flowers out of thin air*

*pulls out long rope of scarfs from someone’s sleeve*

Rufus and Alastair are in the background dragging their hands across their faces.

Tamara and Aaron are trying not to laugh.