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[wickedlymeme]

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What the fuck?”

“How the fuck?”

“What the fucking hell?”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Why the fuck are you still here?” 

“How the fuck did you do that?” 

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I think we should fuck.”

“You really wanna fuck with me?”

“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”

“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?” 

“What the fuck are you watching?” 

“Where the fuck are we?” 

“How the fuck do we end this?” 

“Where the fuck do you turn it on?” 

“Have you seen this fucking thing?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What a fucking surprise.”

“You fucking well know what you did.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” 

“Quit fucking bragging.”

“Are you here to fucking brag?”

“I said fucking LEAVE.” 

“I heard they fucked your best friend.”

“You know how this fucking movie ends?”

“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”

“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”

“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”

“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.” 

“They fucking hated you.”

“They fucking loved you.”

“We all fucking burn in the end.”

“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”

“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”

“What did you fucking take?” 

“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”

“They’re fucking dead.”

“Who the fuck did you ask out?” 

“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”

“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“You fucking well know why that happened.”

“Don’t fucking call me again.”

“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”

[thankedmeforit]

Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time — NATASHA

✘ SMUT PROMPTS —  ACCEPTING.

       There was absolutely no part of Negan that didn’t enjoy every single fucking second of his residency under Natasha Romanoff’s skin. The thing was, for the past six months? He’d been denied entry purely by proximity. He could ring her up any time he wanted, text her to really boil her blood, but all that ended up being was unrewarded distractions. He didn’t get to see the gritted teeth or the blind submission that came with him ruling over the one and only Black Widow. He didn’t get to see her shoulders tense, or the subdued nostril flare as she bit back the bile and swallowed down his orders or unwanted comments that were on a never ending flow, spewing from his lips. 

         But boy, oh boy; seeing her for the first time? Gauntlet in tow — with Barney’s severed hand, lifeless and pale, bleeding all over the floor of the lab? That right there? That was just fucking beautiful. Looked as if she’d straight up Michonne’d the shit out of Thanos while everyone else went for practicalities’ sake. Hell, he’d seen the shit show after hacking into Stark’s suit because believe it or not, their galactic surveillance was beyond lacking and he needed up some eyes up in the Universe.

      The possession of the stones should have been a beautiful picture in itself, but what it really represented was loyalty. Natasha’s loyalty to him. She had the fucking power in her clutches; she could have killed him a hundred times over (quite literally), and yet what did she do? She fucking basically knelt down and handed over the keys to the Universe for him to do as he pleased and if that wasn’t fucking devotion — even beyond ‘betraying’ the blindsided sad-sacks that were the Avengers, he didn’t know what was. Really everything that followed at this point was a reward. There was a large part of Negan that suspected Nat really got off on their games, no matter how hard she wanted to clench her fists and sass him at any possible opportunity when she knew repercussions wouldn’t come. 

      It was because of that, Natasha was bent over one of the tables on the tails of Negan’s dismissal, causing the minions of Hydra to shuffle out; trying to rush knowing full well the punishments of taking their time when he was in a mood were not something they wished to experience. Hell, before the last one had filtered out his pants pooled at his ankles and her tits had been out for all to see after he’d dragged the zipper, her own pants roughly pushed down as his cock finally found the all too warm and impossibly tight heat of her pussy without much build up or warning at all. And yet given the fact her thighs were soaked; she’d been anticipating her reward for a mission well done. A reward for doing everything he’d asked and preventing Thanos from wiping out half the population, which could have very well included Negan himself.  “Fuck baby girl, somethin’ tells me you’ve been waitin’ on this, huh?” His lips were hot on her ear, curled into a smirk though within the roughness of his words, the desire to hold back exactly how much he’d been wanting this too. 

    Negan’s hand was buried and fisting tightly at the back of her head, strands of blonde tugged back if only to fully exert the control while he had her arched up into him, palms flat on the table, legs spread by his own doing so he could fuck her nice and tight, nice and deep. The mood killer should have been the severed hand and the no longer shiny gauntlet, but just knowing he had the power alone had his cock harder than it had ever been. Hell, it wasn’t just over the world he held it now, this wasn’t just the endgame, he fucking held it over her too and she’d quite literally given him the reigns and begged him to do his worst. Isn’t that what this was? Natasha’s loyalty would be rewarded, but with this? The playing field didn’t offer much of a game and Nat’s title would no longer be necessary, not when the New World would offer far better things for her to waste her time doing. No more double agent, Hydra was winning now. 

     His unoccupied hand dipped down to her cunt so his thick fingers could tease through her folds, temporarily circling over her clit with the pad of his middle finger while Negan’s teeth pinched down on her earlobe. Every thrust delivered a deliciously hot grunt of pleasure to her ear, though the desire to egg her on came far faster than anything else. “How longs it been since ya been fucked, Nat? Can’t imagine the One Armed Wonders much fun without his trigger words, huh?” As for Cap? Well. Plenty of times she’d been teased and humiliated over one little kiss. Banner was an entirely different story because that just was downright pathetic and all kinds of weird given the whole Hulk thing; but who knew maybe that’s what got her off. Without warning, his hand left her soaked core and his fingers found sanctuary hooked into her mouth, pushing over the satiny wet of her tongue, not only letting Natasha taste herself, but have the opportunity and implied order to clean his fingers off — after all, it was her mess. 

     “Can’t believe how fuckin’ wet you are. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say ya were eager to come home.” Assume her real position, under him at all costs. With a bit of a jolt, her head was pushed forward and his fingers untangled from the mess of hair before finding solace between her shoulders, and shoving her down to the table as he stilled, his foot tapping her ankles apart further so he could really get a good angle. And fuck, when he bottomed out fully, no place else left to go, Negan’s head fell back on his shoulder with a low groan. That was fucking everything. “Really gets you wet knowin’ I own you, huh? Knowin’ I’m the one callin’ the shots.” The corners of his lips flipped up into a flat out smirk as he moaned, slamming tight and hard into her, “If It didn’t, you would have fuckin’ ran off. You’re Russian, ain’t like double crossin’ doesn’t run in your blood; but you fucking love this, don’t you?” And love it they did.

[absoluterpmemetrash]

Smut Prompts

Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble or starter about…

First - Our muses having their first time

Mouth - One of our muses going down on the other

In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

Plunge - One of our muses fingering the other

Behind - Our muses having anal sex

Scratch - Our muses having rough sex

Voice - Our muses having phone sex

Pony - One muse riding the other

Beg - One of our muses denying the other their orgasm

Toys - One muse uses sex toys on the other

More - One muse has multiple orgasms

Play - Our muses roleplay in the bedroom

Video - Our muses watch pornography together

Speed - Our muses have a quickie

Blind - One muse blindfolds the other for sex

Worship - One muse worships the others body during sex

Control - One muse acts a the dominant over the other during sex

Perform - One muse watching the other masturbate for them

Watch - One muse putting on a show for their voyeur partner

Alone - One muse masturbating to the thought of the other

Bind - Our muses using restraints in the bedroom

Risky - Our muses having sex without protection

Motor - Our muses having sex in a car

Check-In- Our muses having sex in a hotel

Party - Our muses having sex at some sort of get-together

Nature - Our muses having sex outside

Pray - Our muses have sex in a house of worship

Sorry - Our muses having sex after an argument

Reunite - Our muses having sex after being apart for some time

Rub - Our muses take part in frottage/friction play

Slap - One muse spanks the other

Partition - One muse puts on their best lingerie to seduce the other

Passing - Our muses have a one night stand

Domestic - Our muses have a sensual night as a married couple

Honeymoon - Our muses have sex as newlyweds

Celebrate - Our muses have sex on a holiday

Caught - Our muse get caught having sex by a third party

Friends - Our muses are friends with benefits

Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.)

Coffee - Our muses have sex in the morning

Private - Our muses have sex in a closet

Math - Our muses have sex in the 69 position

Beast - One muse roleplays a pet or animal for the other

Veins - Our muses indulge in bloodplay

Create - Our muses have sex with the intent to conceive

Flowering - Our muses have sex while one is pregnant

Gasp - Our muses introduce breathplay to their bedroom

Lock - One muse uses a chastity device on the other

Whisper - One muse dirty talks the other

Liquor - Our muses try to have sex while smashed on alcohol

Influence - Our muses decide to try something  they read about/saw in a movie

Exposed - Our muses take part in exhibitionism

Warning - Our muses try some more dangerous sex

Silent - One muse gags the other

Past - Our muses have sex in a historical AU

Shame - One muse humiliates the other as part of a sex game

Doctor - One muse takes on the role of a medical professional for roleplay

Reflect - Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror

Greed - Our muses have especially decadent or hedonistic sex

Strap - One muse pegs the other

Throne - One muse sits on the other’s face

Magic - Our muses have sex as part of a ritual

Feel - Our muses engage in sensation play

Soldier - Our muses play with a military/uniform kink

Holy - One muse belongs to a religious order, and the other seduces them out of celibacy.

Survival - Our muses have ‘glad-to-be-alive’ sex after a battle/cataclysm

Finale - Our muses have a final fling before a major battle/cataclysm

Heal - One muse offers sex to comfort their sick/injured partner

Goodbye - Our muses have one last night before breaking up/leaving each other

Slumber - One muse has a sex dream about the other

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harlykinns:

probably to the surprise of MOST, harley is NOT fucking negan for a boost in her gpa—-she doesn’t need it. although, sucking his dick certainly doesn’t hurt as she strives to maintain her STELLAR gpa. she was in it for the CHEAP thrill. the high that came with doing something WRONG that felt so god damn GOOD. while she came to colorado for a FRESH start, harely couldn’t maintain a NORMAL and BORING life no matter how hard she tried. it was HARMLESS fun and far less DEADLIER than her previous romantic pursuits when she lived in gotham city. most importantl, it was nice DISTRACTION from the literal hell hole they were currently living in. 

slipping away from the larger group was easier than one would think, around this time of day, everyone is going their separate ways. after stashing some necessities (condoms, water and a couple pieces of bubble gum) gathered from the latest, she heads up towards the ski lodge. the trek was UNBEARABLE, especially in this easy, but what awaited was motivation enough to continue. that fact is confirmed the second she sees negan in his sweaty, shirtless GLORY awaiting her. 

                          “i always look pretty.” harley corrected, remaining calm, cool and collected despite the excitement that bursted inside of her at the sight of him. “i was hopin’ to give you more than just’a hand.” she explained, now standing in front of him. it’d only been a few weeks but each time she’s come over, the lodge looks less and less grimier. unable to stop herself, a hand lingered along his bare chest. “figured you could use’a break

        “Well,” Negan chuckled, the grin already refusing to part from his lips for any given time. “That you fuckin’ well do.”  Absolutely no part of Negan was created with enough will power to resist the blonde that had found herself front and center in his first lecture. A spot that would eventually come to taunt and torture him when he was teaching. One that would often leave him stranded behind his desk because teaching with a rock hard cock out for all to see, was even for Negan’s standards of teaching, highly frowned upon, and it’s about where he drew the line when it came to blatant displays of inappropriateness. 

       “More than just a hand, eh? What, you gonna help me carry all this wood inside?” He laughed, brow cocked expectantly under the guise of false promise. His eyes dropped down for a moment, shamelessly away from her face to check out her tits which still looked pretty goddamn supreme, even in the heat and all it’s torturous glory. Negan’s eyes dropped down to her finger,and just a quickly, his arm jutted out to safely shake off and drop the wood down beside them, landing only a foot or two away.

      “You were always the smartest goddamn girl, weren’t’cha?” Especially for a blonde, but those jokes had honestly taken such a dip since the 90′s? Now it was all about being socially aware and offending absolutely no one, even for a laugh. His now very much free arm took to wrapping around her back and tugging Harley in tight to his chest under the summer sun. “A break and a beer sounds like a mighty good goddamn idea.” His finger hooked under her chin, tilting her face up properly so he could look at her and have full access to her lips. 

      “Maybe even a swim if you’re up for it.” Maybe he’d found a little spring, but getting there without having her bent over and fucked on some surface might be the real challenge. “Unless you just wanna go inside.” His hips had no problem finding her’s in a slow grind, the hand from her chin wrapping around to the back of Harley’s neck to pull her in real close before a teasing kiss was pressed to her lips, only based with the pure intent of making her want more.

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       ✘ BASED OFF OF THE WILDCARD. 

        By night four, Negan had stopped leaving the ski lodge. While the masses were down at camp, he’d taken to going for the big guns because that’s where the real money was gonna be. Plus sharing a cabin with a buncha horny teens cramping his style? Nah, not his thing, not even a little bit. So he’d taken his truck up and set up his own camp. By week one, he’d had his entire room completely redone and was damn proud of it. By the first month, chances are this place was gonna be impossible to recognize from the shitstorm it had been.Still had a long ways to go, but he’d made a pretty impressive goddamn dent in matters, and by the end of the summer? People would be paying to come here, that’s how happy he was to stroke his own goddamn dick with how far things had come. But week two? Week two was throwing a wrench into the mix. 

     The ‘bloody’ pentagrams and messages written in graffiti all over the place had left him chuckling under his breath, delivering a commentary more to himself than anyone else, because he’d been alone when he first entered the lodge. It felt like having his own hood mansion with a stellar view, but the view no longer outweighed the lack of sleep. The fuckin’ school shrink had tried to come at him with pamphlets and words of encouragement after it all went down, and she’d rambled on about grief, but it was nothing he wanted to hear, especially not from anyone else. And yet, now he found himself wondering if being balls deep in Harley’s snatch had triggered something, because those sleepless nights? They were coming now, one after another. And he’d said fuck all at first, especially not after the third night because he knew what it looked like. 

     At first, it was denial. Well no, it was concern. He’d went out in his fucking boxers, the middle of the night with his bat just in case, and tried to find the source of the ghostly sobbing that kept escaping him with every step he took. How many nights was he going to get lured out to the woods? It took a lot to ruffle his feathers, but when it kept persisting? Always at the same fucking time? Was he fucking well losing his shit? On the fourth night, when it started all over again, he was awake, beer at his side as he sat in his fold up chair by the end of his bed, his bat wedged between his knees with pliers in one hand, and some barbed wire he’d found in the maintenance room unraveled in the other, cascading down and pooling on the floor. 

     The most logical thought was not ‘if someone’s fuckin’ with me, i’ll fuck ‘em right back, make ‘em shit their goddamn pants’, and yet that’s what he defaulted to because all other scenarios made him uncomfortable, wildly so and that wasn’t something Negan was too eager to deal with or mentally wade through and face. By 3:30 am, he was done. Barbed wire wrapped around the bat and looking beautiful as all fucking hell. Obviously he wouldn’t be playing ball anytime soon, but ping-pong was more his thing. Every time his phone would die out, the few seconds before another song played (classic rock because he wasn’t a fucking pansy), he could hear it. But what really caught his attention were the footsteps outside his door. Raccoon or? “Kid,” Negan began, pausing his phone so his voice could boom over the silence, echo throughout the whole fucking lodge. “I’m gonna warn you right fuckin’ now, I’m armed, so if you’re thinkin’a fuckin’ around with me, I’d advise you reconsider.” But he was already shoving himself up off the chair, donned in some sweats and a wife beater that were even too much for the heat, but he didn’t accidentally wanna barbwire his dick, and moving towards the door, new and improved bat in hand, and damn, didn’t she feel nice. 

      “What? You the one that’s been cryin’ in the goddamn woods, wakin’ me up every fuckin’ night?” Cause it wasn’t funny, and he was woke to the bullshit now. 

      “What kind of freaky shit are you up to at this time?” Stepping back from the door, he pulled it open and looked out into the darkness, the small gas lantern behind him illuminating his silhouette as he pulled the bat down, holding it in a far more defensive stance as if expecting something to come at him. Was that paranoia? Maybe. But fuck if he was going to take another goddamn chance.

[thankedmeforit]

[egwildcard]

@thankedmeforit

Boy you got a lot of guilt to carry around.  You try and try and try not to feel it, but you can’t help thinking back to what if you give her more and left her alone a little less.  Could be your demons catching up with you.  Or maybe just your brain playing tricks (and that cheap blunt you stole off one of the kids could’ve had some wacky shit blended in) but what the hell is that sound?  Starts about two in the morning one night.  A light sobbing that wakes you up.  The snapping of twigs and rustling of bushes makes you wonder if one of the girls is having a bad night.  You didn’t expect to hear a baby joining in when you went outside to check.  A step past the edge of the treeline and the sound of a child sobbing echoes the other two.  Then another and another, more and more broken, lost and afraid.  God, one of them sounds like it’s in agony.  Always out of sight, out of reach, further and further into the dark.  Until the last of the lights from camp are tiny glowing pinpricks in the distance.  Everything stops.  Sleepwalking maybe?  A fucked up dream?   Sure, it’d be easy to convince yourself that wasn’t real–cause face it, you’re great at pretending you believe your own bullshit anyway–until it’s the second, then third night and what the hell is sleep anymore?

[thankedmeforit]

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starryeyedevans:

         There’s times when Sam’s reflex are almost superhuman, you can’t play that much video games and not have at least some good hand-eye coordination. He plays numerous sports to boot. But there are times when his body gets the better of him, tragically this is one of those times. For a few seconds, his brain freezes too and he just stands there while the paint soaks into his clothes, skin, the cabin floor. Negan’s voice kick starts it back up though and he makes a face at the camera and the person holding it. Only all too late he finally says, “Nooooooo. Don’t!” He groans and then his face makes such a look, first at Negan and then at his fingers. It changes slightly at the latter, like he’s picturing actual dick fingers. It’s not sure if he finds it horrifying or cool, it’s probably both.

      Either way, he shakes it off and this time he’s more resigned when he looks at his teacher. “You of all people can’t be surprised that happened.” He’s lost count of how many times he’s face planted in the other’s class, dropped textbooks or other things. Once Sam walked straight into a wall, all thanks to an image Negan had up on the wall. “Yeah, plenty, but it slipped when I was trying to get it open.” He winces, remembering and knowing he should’ve done it while it was on the ground instead of in his arms. With the formidable paint can gone, Sam once again looks at the disaster surrounding him. Lips pursed, he tries to keep the look off his face as he manages to take off his now white shirt. “Do you think there’s any saving it? This or my jeans? I guess I should be happy it wasn’t red paint… Or else I’d look like Carrie.”

          FUCK. The kid was making this too goddamn easy, case and point. Negan would personally make sure that made it into the front page, if not worked into the cover design somewhere. Some shit had to be immortalized forever and this, unfortunately for Sam, was without a doubt one of those things. “Too late, kid.” Negan’s laughter was unapologetic as he pushed closer and took the can from the other all in attempts to show him the right way to do things. “I mean, you got a point there, Evans.” His tongue pressed through his lips, turning to reign in the grin, but laughter spilled over all again because really, he did. This was exactly what Negan should have been expecting from not only just Sam, but the majority of kids that hadn’t lifted a finger before in their lives. 

         Wasn’t like it used to be, not back in the olden days. “Mhmmm, sure.” It sounded just as insincere and disbelieving as his expression looked, brow half cocked, nearly as high as the goddamn sun itself. “Sounds about right, Dick Fingers.” Better than Dick Sucking Lips, which could also be an applicable nickname once he had a few more beers in him. “Eh, between you and I, ya kinda look like Carrie anyways but — “ Untrue, but the lack of mirror currently only worked in Negan’s favor. “Throw on a vest, and hard hat and you look just like the guy from the Village People.” The era too. Fashion hadn’t necessarily gotten better over the eras, but girls wore a whole lot less. Than again, guys did too. Camp had harbored one too many crop tops, which is why his following statement made all the more sense. “Might as well just chop ‘em up, start a new goddamn trend. Worked for Kanye. Or go to fuckin’ town with the rubbing alcohol,” Really, it was Lucille that did the laundry prior, she worked some fucking serious magic with oil and grease, even paint, but he didn’t know the secret. Probably should have learned at some point. “That usually works, right?” With what little paint was left in the can, Negan took to pouring it out, careful to step around the pooled mess. “I mean, snow angels are out but might as well try and salvage some of it.”

[thankedmeforit]

@harlykinns 

       MAYBE THIS WAS THE UNIVERSE’S CONSOLATION PRIZE, RIPE FOR THE TAKING. He’d signed up before and without knowing who else was going to be apart of this whole thing because really, he didn’t care. He wasn’t doing it for them, he was doing it to escape his own bullshit and throw himself in a different environment. Hell, Colorado was quite literally a breath of fresh air, it always had been. He wasn’t like one of those poor fucks that threw on the waders and took up fly fishing though, nah, he liked some action. Therefore, seeing Harley Quinn and that pert little ass of hers strut her damn stuff into the middle of this dilapidated hellhole? Now that was a sight for sore eyes. One that had driven him from the original cabin he’d claimed as his own, up to the ski lodge that the kids really hadn’t had much time to explore. Not when the rest of the camp ground needed tending to and it was a trek to get up to the lodge. 

     So for SECRECY’S sake, or really ‘to get started on everything’, he’d taken one of the team, did a little off roading, and set up camp. Truthfully, he was doing a hell of a job. Working from the bottom up, he’d gutted the majority of the main building, including the six raccoon corpses and all of the shit a few decades worth of trespassers had brought in; not even second guessing his findings because he was a stupid kid once too. He’d fixed the plumbing, sent a text for some spare parts for the water heater and had gotten it to a manageable state, along with his room because fuck if he was going to be roomies with a bunch of rodents and god only knew what else. A blunt (a treat, really) swiped from one of the kids was working in conjunction with a few beers as he hoisted a few planks from out front up on his shoulder, the trees offering limited shade from the sun. He felt like a fuckin’ hooker in church at this rate. Week one was fine, but week two? He wasn’t convinced this wasn’t Hell. The bob of blond pigtails bouncing up and down as Ms. Harley made her way up the grassy slope had his lips cracking into a grin. 

    A low whistle pierced through the perpetual soundtrack of the woods and it’s inhabitants while his eyes raked over her body. “Well shit, you finally comin’ to give me a damn hand?” Negan hollered, the shiteating smirk failing to fall. He was glad he’d ditched the shirt hours ago, now more than ever. “Or you just comin’ to look pretty?” Either way, win win. 

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       “Now there is no fuckin’ way in hell that ain’t gonna make it to the yearbook.” Negan boomed, a mighty chuckle on his face as he snapped a few pics of the utter fucking disaster before him. “Face’a the goddamn Coachella rip off right there.” How hard was it to open a can of paint, pour it into the tray, and roll it over the death and decay that clung to the cabin walls? Really, they shouldn’t have been painting them to begin with given the wood used and the dampness that inherently clung within it, but what other choice did they have to try and shove off the smell? Burn it down and start building anew? He wasn’t exactly looking to turn himself into Tim The Tool Man Taylor this summer, even with what little intention he did have. 

       “You got dick fingers or somethin’?” Negan lowered his phone, brow cocked expectantly waiting for an answer that made some sort of sense. The splatter on the floor and the scrape marks, along with the fact that their front (including their clothes and hands) was colored the same white told a much different story. One of utter klutziness, or some fuckery, he wasn’t sure which. With a few afternoon beers pushing through him, and the summer sun ushering him into the cabin, away from it’s all too intense rays, he strode forward lazily, slipping his phone into his back pocket and grabbing the can, the half empty can, from their hands. “No one showed you how to pour a can before?” Monkey see, Monkey hopefully do a whole lot better next time. 

[elbowgreaserp]

        NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM.

It’s hard to have school pride when, despite going to one of the best universities, everything beyond the actual learning sucks. After Colorado legalized marijuana, there was a suspicious spike in applications and general interest for the University of Colorado Colorado Springs, but the excitement died once the accepted students settled in and…well.  When the biggest pull of the University is a state pot regulation and a thirst to let loose without the parents, people start to find out very quickly that there is little to nothing else to do there.  The displeasure was voiced and after an arduous process and all too long negotiations that spanned nearly the whole school year trying to figure out logistics, a deal was struck to breathe some life back into moral.

The school had long ago acquired an old lodging resort that went defunct, that doubled as a camp during the summer months with the intent to use it for campus expansion. Since, they’d realized that given the location, it was a high improbability but that didn’t mean it was wasted. Parties — er, spirit building events — retreats even,  and music were among the main requests of the students and …  finally they were able to reach an understanding.  Sacrifice one summer, clean it up, bring it back up to code and use that abundance of elbow grease to make it sparkle and shine; and get the opportunity of alifetime.

Create something special, incredible. With sponsorship, they could easily rope in a few headliners and guests; create a music festival in the heart of the Midwest, not just for the students, but the surrounding area to help settle the costs.  Not only would those involved in the revive get name recognition as one of the creators and the glory to come with it, they’d get honorary passes for as long as the festival continued, a red carpet welcome; essentially becoming UCCS royalty.  It was a fair trade off. As it was, the old camp ground was decrepit and hadn’t seen actual people — er, campers or skiers for over fifty years. The buildings were full of mice, falling apart and due for repair.  But that was the deal.

Fix it and then party. They had a budget that would allow at least two full days of acts, and that was without sponsors, which were still in the works. Food trucks from all over the states could come, and everything else would follow. This had the potential to be the Midwest Coachella!  Not to mention, it would offer yet another thing to add to future resumes, something that would look impressive, no?

At least that was the hope. No one that remained within the faculty knew why exactly the school had all this land sitting around untouched, and anyone that did was long gone. A legend or two had found life once upon a time, but no one knew really, no one spoke of it.

So, with two months ahead and a lot of work to do,  and summer officially started; shuttles dropped everyone and everything off with a purpose to renew. Of course not everyone that signed up had intent on lifting a finger. After all, University kids and no supervision seemed like a really good excuse to party the summer away.

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i see the bad moon rising, i see trouble on the way

Some people just aren’t born to fit within the constructs of monogamous anything. That’s kind of, sort of the simplistic approach to Negan. In terms of life, he lived a whole lot of it. He was a pretty big hot shot back in his day and while he refuses to think of himself as peaking back in the day, all the people he bullied and the lives he made hell would be quick to fill in the blanks. Everything was pretty much a joke and if the people were laughing, he was doing something right. Those people, of course, being worth far more than the tortured. Really, it was a different time and he had a whole lot of things to prove and we can sit here and discuss the reasons why, but it probably boils down to daddy issues and the inability to please his. Regardless, doesn’t fucking matter, because he doesn’t fucking care. 

i see earthquakes and lightning, i see bad times today

Negan has had a plethora of jobs. He started out as a used car salesman back in Ohio, fresh out of high school under the reign of his veteran father, but running into far too many people from school that were doing things with their lives had him putting his ass through school. Eventually working as a high school teacher (and being an utter nightmare for the school board because his personality was far too big to fit within a classroom of children). He taught physical education, along with sex ed and coached the ping pong team. Eventually he ended up back in school and elevated himself to the point where he could actually bring home a decent wage and support his life, wife, and himself quite comfortably. It really only added to the wandering eyes however, and the constant cliches of daddy issues breeding daddy issues, and seeking him out to bump their marks and do whatever they could to pass his courses, as if it was fucking hard. This was coupled on top of the consistent mistress he’d had ever since him and Lucille had made the move to Colorado.

don’t go ‘round tonight, it’s bound to take your life

In the middle of a fight, where Lucille was mid-berating Negan for cussing out their neighbor’s kid, which in turn transpired into him being unprofessional, and refusing to see he’s looked at as a role model, and how he needs to stop acting like such a hard ass or he’ll be fired from the university, she collapsed. Turns out, cancer reared it’s ugly head and within four months, and the discovery of stage 4 cancer; she was gone. In this time, the fights escalated. Negan called it off with his mistress out of guilt, which caused some extreme bad blood and some serious severing of ties. UCCS was far more lenient with him due to the death of his wife, and much to their surprise he’d signed up for this project; not wanting to spend the summer stewing in their home which felt more like a tomb with each passing day. 

there’s a bad moon on the rise

For more information about Negan’s personality, check out my pop ups. For some video beauty to see what kind of mother fucker he is, check out these expertly curated videos of Negan in post-apocalyptic action.He comes with no trigger warning and filter, but did you really expect one?

in which negan thinks father gabriel is creepy as shit

in which negan is basically the big bad wolf

in which negan admins he’s wrong

in which negan plays duck, duck, goose with lucille

negan’s ‘funniest moments and jokes’ without obnoxious music

negan and the saviors

idk sometimes you just need to appreciate his swag and beauty

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           “WELL WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?” Negan questioned, his lips curled back just enough for his pearly whites to cast some metaphorical light down onto the current motherfucker who was up shit creek without a goddamn paddle. Over six feet tall, Negan towered at the best of times, but to see the sight before him — oh it made him giddy as fuck, and it undoubtedly felt like the end of the line for his opposition.

        “Y’know, I had a feeling someone was lurkin’ on around here. Call it a goddamn HUNCH, if ya gotta.” A low chuckle caused the grin to widen as Negan sank to the ground, crouching mere feet away from the stranger. Lucille stood before them, his hand on her base, but the attention wasn’t focused on her. No, the attention was focused in front of Negan. Just inches from Lucille the closed bear trap sat  — clamped like a happy as fuck clam around the shiniest motherfucking pearl in the ocean.

          The thick scent of copper was heavy in the air, the flesh of the other torn open and crying out like a goddamn little bitch; crimson soaking the torn material of their pants.  Although Negan really wasn’t faulting them for that — just for trespassing. “You can never be too careful out here. I know a stupid little prick named Rick — and he sure likes to push his luck sometimes…” Another chuckle, though this held a noticeable trace of frustration  — irritation bubbling under the surface at the obscene amount of ISSUES the man and his damn people had been. “And when I caught wind that we might have a visitor… Well, it seemed WRONG not to roll out the red carpet!” A booming laugh held a hint of malice, but his confidence never waiver.

            Darkness veiled the Sanctuary and the trees surrounding. In the distance the groans of walkers and snapping branches were mounting  — but they had time for a little chat; there was ALWAYS time for a chat. Carelessly, Negan tapped the wired base of Lucille against the bear trap, sending a sharp jolt of pain undoubtedly into his guest. “Now you wanna go ahead and tell me what in the fuck you’re doing out here? — And uh, if I were you? I’d keep it real concise cause I do believe we got some company!”

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