#(the angst continues wahhhhh)

[rheaeaseandflow]

Receiving a definite answer was perhaps more than she should hoped for. For as much as they were bound together, they still were quite different from each other. Cronus, introverted and cautious and Rhea, exuberant and hopeful. They balanced each other out but it could cause conflict as well. Rhea's unexpected pregnancy being a topic of uncertainty especially with the prophecy. She preferred to focus on a way to stop it from happening; Ouranos grew to hate his offspring and in turn, his offspring hated him. He saw them as a threat and a threat they became. Couldn't they prevent another familiar disaster with love? A happy home?

Rhea's head turned to look down at Cronus's touch as his fingertips reached her skin. A tiny smile crept upon her lips as she felt his touch, hoping he'd consider her idea. But as he suggested another, her smile quickly faded away. Replaced with a strong frown, she shifted away from his touch. A coldness developed between them even though his question was hypothetical (so far) and not a command.

"H-ho-how could you even say that to me?" Rhea stuttered, trying to find her words. "I'm not pregnant with a monster, Cronus! It's a baby." She rose her voice in offense. "I can't do it. I won't do it." She refused as a careful hand held her abdomen, almost as to shield her child from their father. Did she have to worry about her child's safety around the person she trusted and loved most?

„I don’t know!“ Cronus answered truthfully, voice still muffled behind his hands. He never lied to his wife, and he wouldn’t start now. It was the least she deserved when he couldn’t muster the happiness she had expected. Part of him wanted to share her optimism. Wanted to just push that fear off him, take her in his arms, kiss her, and tell her that everything was going to be alright. That he was looking forward to meeting their offspring. He couldn’t. The nagging in the back of his mind prevailed. Slowly eating away at him. If it was a boy! What would it mean for him. For them. How would the other Titans react? It wasn’t only his reign he was protecting. It was all of theirs. Their Golden Age. He could defend his decision against his brothers. He was King and they had to follow his will. But could he really stand before them and defend something he didn’t believe wholeheartedly himself. Would they see through him? Recognize his fear and use it against him?

With a groan, he let himself fall on the bed and looked at Rhea. For the first time since her announcement, he reached out to her. Fingertips brushing against her arm. “What if I asked you not to have the child?” Cronus knew her well enough to know the answer to that question. What it would mean to her as a woman and goddess. But the question had formed in his mind since the beginning of their conversation.

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Hello @gluttonousfruit you are in fact my first request. (I did not forget about you in moving my blog.) I am super excited to have anyone ask me to write something! Also I would love to be friends! Feel free to message me through asks or in private DMs! I hope you enjoy the imagine!

Warnings: Fluff with a small amount of angst because Levi doubts himself 😞

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Levi with an Animator S/O

"Okay MC, I know we just finished 'Swimming Only Leads to Hot Mermaids,' but I was thinking since we are already watching otomes, we should watch another series that everyone is recommending online!" Levi says this as he begins to pull out one DVD and place in another while bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy.

"I guess I could watch one more series, but it better be a good one. Sure the mermaids were attractive, but there wasn't much of a plot." MC says with a yawn. A quick look over to the clock, and it reads 11:48 PM in a blinding blue light. Not too late for one of Levi's normal bingefests, but a little too late for MC when they have classes tomorrow.

"No, I promise this one is good. Everyone is talking about the art style. They say it is so original that it's captivating." Levi walks to the small futon briskly and plops himself down next to MC as he continues to ramble about the art. His voice slowly trails off as the opening begins to play.

As the music fills MC's ears, they perk up and a small smile appears on their face. "Levi, could this perhaps be, 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?"

Levi faces MC in shock. The look on their face is quite smug. (In all seriousness, it reminds Levi of Mammon when he wins poker, but he doesn't want to be think about his brother while looking at MC. So he pushes that thought away.) This anime came out only the day before their bingefest. And even then, Levi had this copy pre-ordered for this very occasion and it arrived before any stores were selling physical copies. There is no way a normie like MC could have heard about its release. Does this mean MC isn't such a normie after all?

"You heard of this show already?" The surprise in his voice was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I have heard of it." MC smiles and chuckles quietly, "I have never actually seen it, but I have heard the opening quite a few times."

"Oh..." Levi sighs. He was so stupid. Of course MC had heard the opening. It is all over his Devilgram and they were on their phone for part of the last show, so they obviously just heard it on there. Levi deflates looking solemn. It was just a pipe dream that MC would ever be interested in his yucky otaku interests.

"Hey! There is no reason to be all sad just because I know the name of the show. I still haven't seen the whole thing. My first time watching will still be with you Levi, isn't that special enough?" The smile on MC's face seemed sincere enough, but the words that came out of their mouth made blood rush up to Levi's cheeks. Their first... did they really mean to say it like that?...

As thoughts begin to flood Leviathan's head the show began. It was true the art style was captivating. So captivating in fact, that he forgot about his embarrassment. But MC's words still lingered in his mind as he watched the show.

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"Well, I am dead tired." MC stands cracking their aching joints as they look at the clock. 2:37 AM. It was that late already? "I think I need to head to bed Levi. I have classes in the morning and I need at least a few hours of sleep."

"Are you sure?" Levi was just starting to enjoy MC's presence. At the beginning of the night, he was on edge trying to make everything perfect. Levi did want to mess up by being a yucky Otaku and give them a reason to leave him all alone. But as the night progressed, (and more snacks were consumed) he felt increasingly more comfortable with sharing his favorite shows with MC. "I have other shows we could watch to pass the time, or we could play this new game I got-"

MC walks over to Levi and gently sets their hands on his shoulders, "Games and anime are great, but what I need right now is sleep." MC watched as Levi's face filled with a blush and his eyes flashed with hurt. "I am not leaving because I am mad... or sad... or anything really. I just need to sleep, Leviathan." Their voice was barely above a whisper as they said his name. How could he disagree with them when they said his name like that; all the while, looking deep into his eyes. He felt like he could explode.

As MC turns away, the demon in question then sighs mutters a quiet "okay" under his breath. "Don't worry, Levi. This isn't the last time I will watch anime with you. I promise we can do another one of these when another new anime comes out." MC begins to pick up their things. A blanket they brought with them to keep warm in Levi's cold room and the rest of their human snacks. "Besides, I really liked that one, and I have heard they are already making season two." As they speak, MC makes their way across the room to the gigantic tank.

"Wait. How do you-"

"Good night Henry. Good night Levi." And with that, MC leaves. Closing the door behind them.

How did MC know about a second season? Even he, the Great Otaku Levi, has not heard about a season two on any forums or on any other website... After thinking about it, Levi suspects it's probably on Devilgram like the opening was. To prove his theory, he pulls out his D.D.D. and opens up Devilgram to the 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi' page. He scrolls through their posts and finds the opening, like he predicted, but what he didn't predict was their most recent post.

"This show would not have been possible without MC. Thank you for making such a great story and great art to go along with it!"

Levi reads the caption once, twice, thrice and is speechless. The photo for this post is none other than his MC standing with a hand drawn piece of the protagonist. He can even see their signature in the corner when he zooms in! He knew that they liked to draw, but he never thought they would make an anime.

Without thinking, Levi gets up and begins to run to MC's room. He needs to know that this isn't some sort of elaborate prank that MC and Satan brewed up to make him like a normie more.

The door to MC's room busts open, "MC!" The room is completely dark except for the light shining in through the doorway.

"Levi...? Is that you? Is something wrong?" MC's voice is soft and laced with sleep. If this were any other time, Levi would have screamed over their cuteness, but today he had a mission. He immediately marches up to the half asleep MC and promptly shoves his phone in their face.

"Did you make 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?" MC sits up and squints as their eyes adjust to the blinding screen and look at the post.

"Um... yeah. That's me isn't it?" Silence takes over the room, before Levi begins to scream.

"WAHHHHH! MC, why didn't you tell me!" Thankfully with the phone only being pointed at MC, they can't see the blush spreading across his face.

"Well, I didn't want you to treat me differently because I make anime." Laying back down as they speak, MC tucks a pillow under their head and looks up to where they guess Leviathan's face is. "Besides, I thought it was really cute how you were fanboying, and I didn't want you to stop because you knew you were in the presence of the creator." A small smile makes it's way on to MC's face as Levi feels his own get hotter.

Now covering his face, Levi quickly makes his way to the door while muttering, "You can't just say things like that..." As he begins to close the door, he pauses and opens it up again while looking back, "Can you tell me more about your show tomorrow, MC?" His voice sounds small compared to his previous scream.

"Of course Levi. We can talk for as long as you like."

[moccahobi]

Reeled In [Seokjin x Reader x Yoongi]

Sumemery: You are cooking dinner for your boyfriends after their first (and last) fishing trip of the season.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Seokjin (BTS) x Reader x Yoongi (BTS)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: risky fishing... don’t go fishing in a storm

Ratings: teen up

Rain poured down angrily on them, stealing all of their warmth and leaving the boat’s floor a slippery danger. Seokjin and Yoongi didn’t seem to care though. Their eyes trained on the ends of their lines in the water and their hands tightly clasping their rods. Determination caked their face and protected them from the many attacks of the rain. The fisher who took them out standing tiredly in the captain’s deck, white knuckling the wheel in an attempt to keep the boat under control. Today was their first time fishing all season and they wanted to get the best of it. Plus, it just so happened to be the end of the fishing season.

Soon it’d be too cold for fishers and the fish would bite way less than normal. 

Yoongi and Seokjin were determined to at least catch one fish.

Of course, when you’d read the weather forecast, you got upset that they had decided to still go out and fish. They were their own people though and fishing during a storm was quite the adrenaline rush.

Even if none of the fish were biting. 

A particularly rough gust of wind nearly knocked Seokjin over, his broad shoulders practically acting as a sail to catch the wind. As he righted himself again, he felt a slight tug on the line. If he wasn’t so experienced with fishing by now, he might have missed it, but he caught it and suddenly his eyes became trained on the water. It was such a small movement but Seokjin noticed the movement of a dark red fish in the water. 

This was his chance. 

Yoongi was on the other side of the boat, carefully eyeing the water as he waited for something to bite his line. 

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“Wahhhhh.” You cooed, looking at the large fish Seokjin and Yoongi brought back for dinner, “The storm was so rough! I am surprised that you were able to catch a fish this big!” 

Seokjin laughed, his ears turning the sweet shade of cherry blossom petals. Yoongi shrugged, feigning nonchalance even though you knew that he was probably giddy about the compliment.  There wasn’t much time to take in their tired yet happy forms though as all three of you were keenly aware of their sopping wet clothes dripping onto the floor. Quickly, the two scurried off to the bedroom to change and possibly shower before dinner. In turn, you scurried off to the kitchen with the fish to start working on dinner. 

Looking down at the large silver fish sitting on the chopping board, you knew that there wasn’t a chance they had caught such a fish. You weren’t too into fishing but this was a salmon and salmon didn’t live off of the coast they went fishing in. You didn’t mind keeping up the act that they actually did somehow manage to catch salmon off of the coast of Deju though. They would tell you if they really wanted to. With the skill of a beginner chef, you began hacking away at the fish, quickly removing its tail and head before somehow splitting it in half. It was your night to cook and you were by far the worst chef of the three of you. It was a simple meal… but you forgot that you had to cut the fish into fillets first.

“Y/n-ah, I love you. But do you want me to cut the fish up? You can work on the other parts of dinner.” Seokjin offered as he entered the kitchen and watched you butcher the poor fish.

A laugh left you, “While normally, I would take you up on that offer, Seokjin-ah, I really want to learn how to properly prepare a fish. I won’t ever learn if you do it for me all the time. Thank you for the offer. If you do want to help with something, you can set the table.”

“If he does that, then I am happy to clean up after dinner!” Yoongi yelled from wherever he was in the apartment.

“That sounds like a plan to me. I look forward to dinner, Y/n-ah.” Seokjin said, walking over and giving you a kiss on the cheek before grabbing dishes and starting to set the table. From the kitchen, over the sound of the vegetables you’d bought searing in the pan, you could hear Seokjin softly sing a song. It vaguely reminded you of one of the latest hip hop songs they two had been listening to on repeat. There was something different about it though. The tune Seokjin was singing felt softer and for a second, you simply stood there and listened to the melodic voice of one of your amazing boyfriends. 

In college, the two of them produced some music together, but as Yoongi continued on to grad school and Seokjin started working in a restaurant, the time they had to make music decreased to null. Seokjin said that he didn’t mind since his time was replaced with just as fun things but you knew that deep down, they really missed making music. You had tried contacting some of the others who Yoongi and Seokjin worked with in college but all of them were too busy as of right now. The smell of something charred brought you out of your thoughts, quickly looking down, you noticed that the onion had started to burn around the edges. 

Shit.

You would definitely get crap for accidentally burning onions. 

A deflated sigh left you as you spooned the vegetables onto a serving platter. There was no use in cooking them more and risked the onions burning even further. As quickly as possible, you set the sloppily done salmon filets onto the pan, quickly searing them. Thankfully, neither Yoongi or Seokjin joked about how poorly you cooked tonight, likely because they were tired from fishing all day and you were relieved. Despite their experience, you’d been stressing all day about their safety and having them home with you, looking fairly injury free, made you so relieved. It wasn’t until after dinner as you and Seokjin migrated to the couch to cuddle and Yoongi cleaned up that you realized just how tired you were.

“Did you have a hard day at work, pumpkin?” Seokjin asked as he gently rubbed your hair after your third yawn that night.

“Not really. My boss let me out early too.” 

“Is it just one of those low energy days then?” Yoongi asked, plopping on the cough and nuzzling his face against your hip where he was resting.

You shrugged, “I was worried about you two, dip shits.” You joked playfully, winking a Yoongi, “I know you two are smart but the storm just seemed to keep getting worse and I was worried.”

Seokjin’s fingers stilled in your hair and Yoongi looked down with a solemn nod, “We had meant to message you and keep you updated but it was hard to do in the rain.” 

“I get it. Really. Please don’t stress. There’s a risk to everything.” You gently squeezed Seokjin’s arm that came to wrap around you, “It just made me a tad tired.”

“I’m sorry we worried you. I was so excited about finally getting out to fish… I think I got a bit carried away.” Yoongi mumbled, still not looking back up at you.

“Yeah… maybe in the future, we try to make more of an attempt to get out fishing before we have to do a trip like this.” 

“I like the idea of that.”

“Seokjin, Yoongi… you two really don’t have to do that.” 

“I mean… we did get an ear full from captain, pumpkin.”

Yoongi snorted at that, “We got more than an earful. Dude banned us from his ship ever again.” 

“What?! Why?” You sat up in shock, much to the complaint of a whining Seokjin.

“Well… Yoongi almost fell off at one point… and it was just a lot of work for the poor guy.” Yoongi started, a light red now dusting his cheeks.

“Gosh. You all wanted to fish so badly?”

“Looking back,” Yoongi started, worriedly scratching his neck, “I probably could have waited.”

“Me too… which is why I said that it might be good to try to set up trips sooner instead of procrastinating.”

“And we didn’t even get any fish.” Yoongi mumbled out.

“Yeah!” Seokjin sat up and shouted, a playful glint in his eyes, “I thought we said we weren’t going to tell!”

“I’m sorry. It just came out.” Yoongi whined, gently patting one of Seokjin’s hands with sweet eyes.

At that you laughed and gently shook your head, “I don’t think you can get salmon off the coast of Deju… but good try!” 

Seokjin gasped indignantly, “You knew this whole time!?” 

“Jaji… I am not good at cooking but I listen to what you all talk about when you are excited about cooking or fishing. I know salmon isn’t often found off of the Deju coast.” 

“Thank you for acting like we did catch it then.” Yoongi said with a laugh, taking the time to pull you onto his lap and kiss your forehead gently.

“No fair! I was snuggling with her first!” 

“Too bad.” 

You laughed, squirming and trying to grab Seokjin as the two continued to bicker. It was comical how as soon as Seokjin was in your arms, he immediately stopped bickering, a happy look plastered on his face before he stuck his tongue at Yoongi. Another laugh left you as you squirmed in Yoongi’s grasp, Yoongi taking to tickiling your sides in retaliation. Shocks of pain jolted through you as you squirmed to get out of Yoongi’s hold, the meniac man laughing as you giggled in pain. Before long, you found yourself on the floor, Yoongi and Seokjin holding onto each other for support while laughing.

You looked up pouting, “No fair! I was just trying to get comfortable!” 

“Sure!” Yoongi laughed, reaching up to wipe tears from his eyes, “And we actually caught a salmon today.”

“Yeah! Stop rubbing that in!” Seokjin wined, his ears a bright red.

“I didn’t catch anything either pabo!” 

A laugh took you as you looked up at your two handsome boyfriends, holding each other close and bickering away. This was the life. You sighed happily and clambered onto the couch and onto their laps. 

“I love you both.”

“I’m glad because if not we’d have an issue.” Seokjin laughed, gently kissing you on the forehead, “I love you too.”

“Yeah… I love you both too… I guess.” 

[ohmyronpa-imagines]

ok so- can you do a continuation of the Kokichi and kaede angst where they have to do the project at Kaede’s house again... and Kokichi just fines out ab how she was just cutting herself- and so Kaede just has a full blown breakdown... But her dad hears and screams at Kaede for being a “slut”. YEESH- I’m really torturing Kaede 😬😬😬😬

Well, here we are. The 5th installment of the Kaede Angst Saga. Let’s do this. I also replaced the cutting with self inflicted asphyxiation, hope you don’t mind.- Mod Hajime

TW- Self Asphyxiation, Self Harm, Language (Proceed with Caution under the cut)

After seeing Kaede’s dysfunctional mother, Kaede’s panic, and then her kicking him out of the house, Kokichi couldn’t sleep.

He went back to the dorms and stayed awake the whole night, plagued by thoughts of Kaede.

Should he have left? Did Kaede want him to follow her when she ran off? Was he supposed to stay and comfort her?

He didn’t know what to do.

Kokichi realized he’d have to go back to Kaede’s house, one he left his bag there, and the other, they had to finish working on their project.

Kokichi could barely feel any of his senses. He was so tired after not sleeping the whole night, and experiencing the hell that was Kaede’s house.

He had to wonder if Shuichi was able to sleep after going to Kaede’s house.

He yawned obnoxiously loud as he walked into class, earning a glare from Maki, what was her damage anyways?

He took note that Kaede’s seat was empty, Kokichi had no idea why this made him so nervous.

A few minutes after class started, Kaede opened the door and took her seat, a fake smile plastered on her face. By now Kokichi recognised her fake smile, it was so obviously fake it hurt.

After class, Kaede attempted to leave as quickly as possible, but Kokichi quickly latched onto her.

“Akamatsu-Chan! We gotta do our work together, remember? You do remember, right?!”

Kaede’s smile strained for a bit before returning, she didn’t say a thing.

“WAHHHHH!!! SHE FORGOT MEEEE!!!” Kokichi cried, Kaede winced and she lowered herself to whisper to him, “I know you want to go to my house again, and we kind of have to, but please, be quiet.” 

Kokichi’s tears quickly disappeared, “Okay! I’ll be quiet!” Kokichi started humming to himself as he walked next to Kaede.

The two arrived at her house sooner than Kaede would have liked, but she quickly opened the door and ran to her room with Kokichi.

She took a few breaths and quickly got to work with Kokichi by her side. He was being quiet, remembering what happened last time with Kaede’s mom. 

Kaede moved her shoulders and Kokichi couldn’t help but gasp as he saw purple, red, yellow, and even black colored bruises covering Kaede’s neck. He could see imprints of Kaede shaped hands on her neck too.

“W-What are those?” Kokichi was praying to whatever divine force was up there that it was just makeup.

“Huh?” Kaede turned to Kokichi and realized what he was staring at. She’d been wearing turtlenecks for a while and saw her collar had slipped. She gasped and felt her eyes sting with tears, Kokichi wasn’t supposed to see those.

She got up from her chair and ran into her washroom, the tears wouldn’t stop coming. She instinctively wrapped her hands around her throat and squeezed, attempting to stop the sounds coming from her throat involuntarily. She couldn’t breathe and it made her head feel light and airy.

She’d started to develop this habit because all she needed was her hands to make some of the pain stop. She knew she could die from it, but that didn’t matter to her.

Her vision was starting to blur, she smiled, knowing she would black out for at least a few good seconds.

She felt darkness ready to envelop her until her hands were forced away from her neck. She opened her eyes, blinking to figure out what had happened.

Her eyes finally focused to see Kokichi standing in front of her, his face had tears rolling down as he stifled his cries, “What the hell, Akamatsu? Are you trying to die?” Kaede quickly shook her head, “No! Of course not!”

Kokichi growled, “Then why are you choking yourself? Don’t you realize how fucking terrified I was when I saw you on the ground with your hand on your neck you could have died!”

Kaede bit her lip and looked at the ground, she could look Kokichi in the eyes right now, “Dammit, Kaede! I care! I care about you!”

The dam broke.

Kaede threw herself at Kokichi and latched onto him, she wailed into his arms.

Kokichi couldn’t stop his own tears either. He grabbed onto Kaede and sobbed into her shoulder. 

All of a sudden there was a bang heard from the other side of the wall, “Kaede! Shut the fuck up! I don’t need to hear you crying, you slut!”

Kokichi gasped as Kaede squeezed him into her arms tighter, she started crying even harder.

That voice definitely wasn’t her mom, so it might have been her dad. Great, Kokichi thought. This family just couldn’t live without being any more dysfunctional, could it?

At least she wasn’t choking herself though.

Kokichi couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he’d been holding onto Kaede, but it hadn’t been less than an hour. Kaede’s cries had softened down to small whimpers and sniffles now.

Kokichi’s scarf was ruined, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now. He was focused on Kaede, and only Kaede right now.

“How are you feeling now?”

Kaede wiped away some of her tears before answering, “A little better, I guess. Thank you, Ouma.”

He gave her a real smile before getting up from his spot on the floor, “Should I stay over?”

Kaede looked like she was processing what he’d said, “Sure. It’s not like my parents would care anyways.” She gave him an awkward smile, it looked nothing like the fake one she wore at school.

Kokichi grabbed her hand and tried to pull her up from the ground, Kaede got up and they left the bathroom to lock themselves in Kaede’s room for the night.

The door closed and Kokichi shouted, “Sleepover!” Kaede laughed and smiled at the ground before grabbing the papers they needed to finish for the project.

“We can’t fail this, come on.”

Normally Kokichi would complain about the work, but it felt right to work with Kaede.

Kaede Angst Saga [1] [2] [3] [4] [Here!]

[crzcorgi]

Box of Memories

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language. Bit of angst, but Negan to the rescue

3000 words

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Y/N’s POV

 As I stepped into the wives quarters, turning to give Negan one last glance, a sense of dread filled me. I closed the door behind me, wishing quickly that I was on the other side, safe in Ne’s arms. No, y/n, you can do this. Prove to Negan that you aren’t helpless.

 No one was in the main sitting area, strange. I was going to holler to them, but thought it better to just head to my room. Maybe I’ll get lucky and just grab my things and run.

 No such luck.

 “Well, look who’s here, y/n! Negan get tired of you already?” Amber.

 “Amber, I don’t want to fight, I’m just here for my stuff. The stuff that Sherry forgot to give to Simon.”

 “Y/N.” Sherry.

 “Sherry, I’m here for the rest of my things, it seems you forgot quite a bit of it when Simon came to pick it up.”

 “I didn’t forget anything, y/n, I gave Simon everything that was in your room.” She shrugged, trying to look innocent.

 “That wasn’t it, Sherry. There were some very personal items in my room that were not in the box Simon brought back.”

 “Well, y/n, I never saw them. You must be mistaken.” She fucking smiled at me, which was more like a smirk.

 “Well, I am going into my room to see what is left.” I turned, moving quickly towards my room.

 I stepped inside, gasping, as I took in the sight before me. It looked like a hurricane had hit. Clothes thrown all over, drawers from my bureau, ripped out. Pictures that had once hung on my walls, broken and tossed about. I started to slowly make my way across the room, not feeling the tears slowly falling.

 How could they do this? Why?

 At one time, we were close, almost sisters. I thought they cared still, but once again, I was let down by someone I cared about, loved even.

 I crouched down, moving, rummaging around through the debris. They have to be here, they couldn’t have found them, trashed them.

 “Well, look at this. Isn’t this the usual position for you? Negan loves you on your knees, that way he doesn’t have to look at your body, or face.”

 I looked up at Sherry, tears running down my face. “Where are they?”

 “Where are what?” She crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame.

 “My things, my private things, Sherry. You know fucking full well what I am talking about.” I started to stand up when I felt a sharp pain in my heel. “Fucking hell!”

 I picked up my foot, noticing shards of glass all through it. I heard Sherry sigh. “Could you at least get me a towel, Sherry?!”

 Turning, she spoke over her shoulder, “Get it yourself, bitch.” And she walked off.

 Grunting, I hobbled over to my bed, which was now angled downward. They even broke the fucking bed, Jesus. I sat gently down on it, putting my foot on my knee. I began picking the tiny pieces of glass out, carefully placing beside me.

 “Oh my god, y/n! What happened?!” It was Frankie. She stepped inside, her steps crunching as she made her way over to me. “Let me get some alcohol and a bandage.”

 “Thank you, Frankie. I…” I tried to ask her what had happened, where were my things. But all I could do was choke back tears.

 Frankie came back, carefully crouching down.  “Did you get all the glass out?”

 Sniffing I answered. “I…think so.”

 She began patting my foot with a piece of tissue soaked in alcohol, making me hiss.

 “Sorry y/n.” Frankie began wrapping my foot with the bandage. “I don’t know who did this, y/n, I never heard a thing, it’s horrible!” Finished with my foot, she stood up, looking around. “I think you should mention this to Negan, he should know.”

 “No! He’ll only get mad at all of you. Frankie, it took me quite a bit to convince him to let you all stay here, keeping your benefits. I tell him, and God only knows what he will do!”

 “Okay, but I’m concerned for you, y/n/n. And you know, you shouldn’t walk around without shoes.” She smiled at me, offering her hand.

 I took it. “Thanks, Frankie. Now to find out where my stuff went to.”

 I got up, carefully tiptoeing out of my room, my old room. Glancing back, I sighed.

“Frankie, thank you. But please don’t jeopardize your relationship with Sherry & Amber by being kind to me.”

 “Y/N, I have no relationship with those two. They are grade A bitches, and they fucking know it. Now, I have an idea where your missing things might be.”

 I followed Frankie to Tanya’s room.

 “Tanya? Really?”

 “No, it’s not what you’re thinking, y/n!”

 Frankie knocked softly. “Tanya?”

 Her door opened a crack. Peeking out, she looked at me and squealed. “Y/N!” She threw open the door, embracing me in a tight bear hug. “I missed you!”

 I pulled away enough to look into her face. “Tanya, I just saw you like a day or two ago!” She took a hold of my hand, leading me into her room. We both sat down on her bed, Frankie staying in the doorway.

 “Y/N” she was rubbing my fingers. “I know it might be hard to believe, but Frankie and I are over the fucking moon happy for you! We knew how Negan felt about you, it was so frickin obvious. Yeah, it’s nice having the privileges that come with being a wife, but, Amber said something about keeping the privileges, even temporarily?”

 “I asked Negan if you could. He was hesitant, and while he did agree, he implied it was temporary. But, I can be pretty persuasive!” I grinned at them both.

 “Oh, y/n! We love you so much, girl!” Tanya tackled me in another big hug, Frankie soon joining us.

 When we pulled away, Frankie spoke. “Tanya, did you grab that box of y/n’s?”

 “Oh, god, yes!” She bent down, leaning under her bed, pulling something out. I soon realized it was my box.

 “Oh Tanya! My stuff, oh” I was speechless, I thought I would never see it again. I could feel the tears beginning to form,but I held them off. After she placed it gently on her bed, I pulled into yet another big bear hug, motioning Frankie over. “Please tell me that you will always be my friends? You two have truly kept me sane.”

 Frankie pulled back a bit “Friends? Nope, sisters my dear y/n!”

 I hugged them both tightly, thanking Tanya again and again.

 I started out to the main room, on cloud nine over my box, so much so that I didn’t notice Sherry and Amber standing by the door.

 “Y/N, whatcha got there?” Sherry said in a sing song voice.

 “Is that the box of stuff? You know, the one full of all your important stuff?” Amber uttered in a sickly sweet tone.

 I ignored them, trying to slip around towards the door. An arm came across, stopping me abruptly.

 “I asked you a question, y/n. Is that the all important box?” Leaning into my side, Sherry whispered in my ear, “the box with all of your hidden secrets? Is it?”

 I was trying to take in what she was saying. Why was she taunting me? Why the fuck did she feel the need to do this?! “It’s no big deal, Sherry. It’s just my things.”

 “So you won’t mind if we take a look then?” Amber reached over, snatching my box right out of my arms.

 “Give it back, Amber! It’s no use to you. Just let me take it and leave, you’ll never have to see me again. Please.”

 She went behind Sherry, giggling in that high pitched voice I was rapidly hating the sound of.

 “What do you think, Sherry? Should we open it?” Sherry turned, taking my box from Amber and walking over to one of the settees.  I walked over, bending over to grab my box back. Just as I leaned over, Amber brought her foot up, her heel connecting with the back of my leg, causing me to fall, almost on top of Sherry.

 “Get off of me you fat slob! Jesus, y/n, you’ll crush me!”

 I started to stand up when Sherry pushed me back, making me fall again, this time on my ass. I could feel the tears from frustration starting. Count to ten, y/n, grab the box and go.

 “Awww, what’s the matter, y/n? Are you going to start crying? Wahhhhh!” They both started laughing. Laughing at me.

 “Give me the damn box, Sherry, now!”

 “Well, I want to know what’s in it. Let’s see.” She then proceeded to dump out all its’ contents.

 A picture of my brother and I, long before the end of the world. My mother’s favorite necklace. My dog’s collar, the dog that saved my brother and my life on so many occasions, only to succumb to a fucking bite. A stuffed otter that my dad had given to me when I was 4, right before he was shipped overseas, never to return. The purple ribbon I wore in my hair for my first dance competition. And my engagement ring.

 “Look at all of this, how sweet, y/n!” The continued to paw through the contents, laughing. Holding up the collar, Sherry asked, “is this yours? Looks too small for your meaty neck.”

 1…2…3…

 “Uhoh, I think your little toy is losing its stuffing!”

 4…5…6…7…

 “Who’s the guy? Certainly can’t be a boyfriend.”

  8…9…

 “Can I keep the ring, y/n? You don’t need it, and lord knows it won’t fit your fat fingers!”

All I heard was the sound of their laughter. That God awful sound.

10

All that I can recall from what came next was a screaming sound, Sherry? Amber? No, it was me.

 I was on Sherry in a flash, taking her down off of her seat. Kneeling over her, I began punching, one side, then the other. I could feel someone grabbing me, positive it was Amber but I just shook her off. I just kept at her, punching, slapping, I couldn’t stop.

 Negan’s POV

 Standing across from the door, I was wondering what the fuck was taking doll so long. Then I heard it, a scream.

 I jumped across the hall, banging the door open. I was greeted by a fucking sight I thought I would never see, y/n and Sherry in a messy tangle of limbs. Not the sexy kind of tangle, no, this was a fucking fist fight, and I couldn’t tell who was winning.

 “Do something, Negan! She’s gone crazy!!!” Amber screamed at me.

 “What the fuckity fuck is going on?!” I ran over to y/n, trying to grab her but failing as she kept fucking pushing me back.

 “Doll! Baby! It’s me! What the fuck happened?!”

 I got a hold of her, pulling her away from Sherry, her arms and legs still flailing.

 “Negan! I can’t stand her! She’s horrible!” She was trying so fucking hard not to cry, but tears were falling.

 I carried her over to a sofa, sitting down with her on my lap. I began rubbing her back, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

 “Can you tell me what the fuck happened, baby girl? Did you get your things?”

 She sniffed, wiping her nose with her hand. “Ne… sniff…I got my box…sniff…tried to leave…sniff…but they stopped me.”

 “We did not! She came out screaming at us, calling us every disgusting name she could.”

 She looked up at me, sighing, and shaking her head. I knew they were lying.

 “Go to your rooms, if I fucking need to talk to you I’ll come get you.”

  “Negan! That’s not fair!”

  Doll jumped out of my arms, “Fair?! Fair?! Is fair trashing my room, causing me to cut my foot?” I looked down at her foot, noticing a bloody bandage. Jesus.

 “Is it fair that you two were the ones calling me every nasty name? How about…” She started shaking, crying again, “taking my box, dumping the contents out, and fucking pawing through it?!” She hobbled over to one of the other sofas, bending down to pick up some items.

 I stood up, walking towards her, stopping to stare at Sherry and Amber. “Out, now! Or you will be out of here, permanently! Do.You.Fucking.Understand?!”

“Fine, Negan, but you’ll be sorry.” They both stormed off towards their respective rooms.

 “That better not be a threat.” I yelled at them. Jesus, fuck, what was I thinking picking them? More fucking trouble than they were worth.

 When I reached doll, she was sitting on the floor, tears rolling down her face, holding her box in hands, looking so fucking much like a tiny little lost girl.

 I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her, pulling her tight to me.

 “Do you want to talk, maybe show me what’s in that special box?”

 “No, I’m just so tired, Ne. Can we just go back to your…our room? Please.”

 “Anything for you doll, anything.”

 I stood up, leaning over to help her up.

 “Let me carry you baby, does your foot hurt? You need to see the doc.”

 She sighed, letting me pick her up into my arms. She laid her head against my shoulder. Fuck, I love when she does that.

  “No doctor tonight, Ne. I promise to go tomorrow.”

 “Fine, baby. Tomorrow.”

When we reached the bedroom, I carefully opened the door, trying not to jiggle doll too much. Inside, I placed her on the bed.

 “Can I place your box on my desk?”

 “Okay, Ne, thank you.” She yawned, wiping at her eyes.

 After placing her box on my desk, I walked back over, sitting on the edge of the bed. I began brushing her hair back from her face, smiling down at her. I moved my hands downward, to the hem of her top. I took a hold of it, pulling it up.

 “Sit up a bit doll, let me take this off.”

 Sitting up, I pulled her shirt off, leaving her in her shorts and bra. She laid back, watching me.

 “Thank you Ne, for always taking care of me. I know I’m not always an easy person to deal with. You are my prince charming.”

 I laughed. “Y/N, you are the easiest person to get along with. You are definitely my princess. But I don’t think anyone would call me prince charming.”

 I then moved down to her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping, proceeding to pull them down, gently over her wounded foot. I was rubbing her ankles, her calves.

 “Ne”

 “Yes, baby girl?”

 “Make love to me, please.”

 How the fuck could I say no.

 I reached up, slowly dragging her panties down her legs, taking in her now damp folds, waiting for me. I stood up at the end of the bed, quickly undressing myself. Climbing back onto the bed, I crawled up the bed, stopping over her stomach, stroking my quickly hardening dick. She sat up, unhooking her bra and throwing it off the bed.

 “I need you to hold me, to be inside me, Ne.”

 “I’m hurrying baby.”

 She was never like this, never wanting to go fast. I was the fucker who was always ready, always fucking horny with her. But I knew, this wasn’t about sex. It was about needing to be close, needing each other. She was hurt, whatever went down with those fucking bitches really took a toll on her. I needed to heal her.

 I crawled up over her completely, enveloping her body in mine. With one hand, I ran my dick through her folds, lubing it up enough to enter her with pain. She always seemed as tight, always just a bit uncomfortable. As I placed my tip at her entrance, she thrusted her hips upward, forcing me to enter her quickly.

 “Doll?” I propped myself up, my hands on either side of her head.

 Barely audible, she answered me, “I’m okay, Ne, it’s all okay now.” She closed her eyes, a slight smile on her lips.

 I grabbed her shoulders, twisting us so we were on our sides. I grabbed her tight, thrusting. I took a hold of her face, bringing her lips to mine. At first, I just kissed her, our lips melded into one. I was hesitant, but I let my tongue brush along her bottom lip. She moaned, letting me enter.  Soon, our tongues began their own fucking dance, doll always trying her hardest to overpower me, to no avail.

 She was holding onto me, so tight, as if she might fucking float away if she let go.

 “I’m almost there, Ne, oh god…”

 “Me too, baby, me too.”

 My movements, her movements, both becoming more intense, more erratic. I could feel, almost hear, her heartbeat. Mine too.  She nuzzled her face into my neck, nipping. I pulled her body on top of mine, driving my cock up into her pussy, further than I’ve ever been.

 She screamed, not out of pain, but out of pure fucking bliss. It was evident on her face. I pulled her head down to mine, smashing our lips together as I released a fucking steady stream of cum up into her. Both our bodies trembling, shaking, adrenaline rushing through our systems. Our lips never parting as we came down.

 “Je-sus, baby, fuck! I’m fucking speechless.” I spoke into her hair, inhaling the soothing scent.

 “Thank you, Ne, I needed that. I needed you.”

  “No need to keep thanking me baby. I should be thanking you. I’m going to get us a fucking towel.”

 I started to roll her over when she stopped me, grasping onto my arms and speaking softly.

 “Stay here, Ne, please don’t leave me. Just hold me.” She rolled off of me, but still holding on for fucking dear life.

 “Baby, y/n, I’m not going anywhere, you’re fucking stuck with me.”

 “Forever, Ne?” She swung one leg over mine, getting as close to me as she could.

“Forever.”

 Forever and a day, baby girl