#APPARENTLY THIS ISN’T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. REUPLOADING AGAIN SO YOU CAN SEE MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIE

[miralyk]

still playing my renegade platinum x silent hill nuzlocke and got to thinking,, since i have an umbreon i named henry, eileen could fit as an espeon <:'0

(my reasoning + design tidbit thoughts under the cut!)

the pokemon's purple palette compliments both her casual and party outfits!

espeon's daytime motifs fit eileen being more outgoing and touching grass going outside compared to hikikomori henry,, yeah LMAO

psychic-type pokemon are weak to ghosts, which fits her circumstances in silent hill 4 (in contrast, henry/dark is resistant to ghost-type attacks and are super-effective against them)

espeon's side tufts of fur can be lowkey seen as the big chunks of her hair on the sides of her head in front of her ears

didn't put espeon's gem on her forehead given how her eyepatch covers most of her face/head and it could appropriate bindis (it is symbolic of the third eye = fits spiritual/supernatural motifs and prominent across southeast asia, but i still want to be cultural conscientious as it's primarily associated to indian culture), so it's adjusted to be the soothe bell (item that boosts friendship; eevee evolves to espeon w max friendship during the daytime) worn on her lace choker as a cute design choice, a magical amulet kind of item!

umbreon x espeon is like. one of The pokemon pairings/ships of all time, sue me

[ambidextrousarcher]

Sarcastic StarBharat Reviews-Episode 18: In which there’s a (completely unnecessary) rain of lotuses

This is the promised reuploaded review. Under the cut, not tagging anyone.

This episode begins with a shot of fireworks bursting over Hastina. “Let it be known throughout Kururashtra that Maharaj Pandu has won the Swayamvar of Kuntibhoj’s daughter,” announces Satyavati in the throne room. The courtiers all cheer Honey Boy’s name. Camera cuts to Drama Queen as Ms. Always Patnidharma makes an entry. “I’ve brought food,” she says. “Hmm. Keep it,” he replies curtly. She gestures to the servants, who do so. (Why are we paying so much attention to Drama Queen eating. Ms. Always Patnidharma seems tense, too, and she’s holding Sukhda’s hands. I can’t see anything apart from the fact that according to StarBharat, both Gandhari and Sukhda have manicured hands and long, buffed nails.) Drama Queen eats a morsel, looking thoughtful. He says, “The taste is different today,” Sukhda says “Kumari Gandhari has made it to the flavors of Gandhar,” Ugh. Must every other episode have a syrupy sweet scene? This isn’t Sasuraal Simar Ka or something, it’s supposed to be the Mahabharat! “If you don’t like it, I can tell them to bring something else,” says Ms. Always Patnidharma. “No,” says Drama Queen, “The flavor of Gandhar is good. Different, but good.” There’s sweeping melodic music, like this is some kind of grand love proposal, complete with smiles all round. I’m counting this canon fail #34 for good measure. “Will you not sit?” he asks. So help me, someone who actually does exist! She looks shocked. Sukhda nods at her and leads her to sit. “I see Gandhar’s kitchen has entered Hastina,” he says. “This is the first try,” replies Ms. Patnidharma shyly. “It’s a good try, unfortunately, it will not be appreciated here, only Kuntibhoj’s culture will have an impact here in Hastina.” Of course, Drama Queen, drag that into this too. “What is the harm if some of the food is from here, some from Gandhar and some from Kunti?” Wow, what a terrible analogy. He pushes the food away. “Do not seek to teach me! You have no right to advice me!” Dude, she’s your wife. Cease all this ott drama, will you? “I’m trying to calm you down. I can understand that you’re still tense,” she says. This is followed by an even more terrible temple analogy I can’t make sense of, which ends with “We must accept God’s will. It’s better to forget bitterness and welcome Pandu and Kunti…” she touches his shoulder. He, predictably, lashes out. “Do not touch me! I have not given you that right. Whenever I try to accept you as my wife, this is what stops me. You show me again and again how much myself being disrespected gladdens your heart. Neither will I welcome them, nor shall you. I am your husband. My orders are your limit. Whether you accept them or cross them, I leave that on you.” Ugh, dude, how terrible can you be??? Then comes the telltale peacock feather. Ugh, for the last two episodes, we were free of this guy and here he comes up again. Skip. Skip. Skip. This is about bonds of marriage, apparently. Scene changes to Kunti and Pandu bending to take Kuntibhoj’s blessings. He stops her and asks her to take blessings from her birth-father, Shurasena. I’m counting this as canon fail #35. No Yadava dad would be so terrible that he would not even say one word to his daughter if he were actually around during her marriage. Please correct me if Shurasena is actually this terrible, okay? Shurasena digresses, saying that the honor is that of the man who brought her up. Honey Boy agrees with Shurasena, saying that the person who gives up their child just after its birth will always have second place in the child’s life. Camera pans to Ms. Melodrama. Girl, I get it okay? You didn’t want to do what you did. I got that the first time. Also, hats off to the writers for dragging it this much. They take the blessings and Pandu leaves ahead. Kunti hugs Priyamvada. “Can you see how great my husband’s thoughts are?” Oh no. “I’ve become very lucky on marrying him,” Girl, this guy literally dies because he’s too horny to keep it in his pants, okay? That’s not my definition of wise. “Yes, Princess, I can see that. All I ask is that you do not do anything to jeopardize that luck.” Kunti looks askance at Priyamvada. “I cannot cheat my husband!” “Lying for advantage is called cheating. Hiding the truth to protect yourself is not cheating.” “Do not spin webs of lies, Priyamvada,” “The truth of the world is unknown to those who have lived their entire lives in palaces, Princess, yet this very same truth can turn into a weapon in the hands of an enemy.” She ties a black thread on Kunti’s wrist. “What are you doing?” Kunti asks. “This is a charm, Princess, for the happiness of you and your husband. Swear that you will not tell him about your past until this is tied on your hand,” You…do realize she can untie it anytime, don’t you? Ms. Melodrama goes off on a rant about the number of wrongs she did. Canon fail #36, I’d say. The Kunti of the Mahabharata is a pragmatic person, I think she felt guilty about Karn, sure, but not to this extent that she about stopped living her life and its joys. Besides, I think that, if she gets the choice, she’d choose her five sons. (I really want to yell Arjun’s name, but I desist.) There are servants standing right behind her all the while she’s bemoaning her child’s fate, you honestly want me to believe this wasn’t the servant’s gossip of the day and stayed secret in this show? (In canon, it does stay secret, but this isn’t canon) Cue first half of precap scene and then Mr. Glitterwash makes an entry, praying to his Godly dad (I don’t think he knows yet) There’s badass music I’m trying to tune out, because as far as I am concerned, that guy ain’t badass. “Help!” Someone yells. Ah, I see, this is where he turns into Batman. A really poor imitation of Batman. Canon fail #37. This guy isn’t nearly as heroic. In fact, in canon, his entire motivation in life is to kill Arjun. Seriously. He’s the King of Anga, the hotbed of sexual slavery and he does nothing to save anyone there. There’s a kid flailing on a chariot crying for help, everyone scatters in his wake, until enter Mr. Glitterwash, who runs behind the chariot. The chariot strikes a stone on a grassy cliff, the kid goes flying off the cliff and Mr. Glitterwash does his Batman gig. Hang on, isn’t this guy’s selling point the ‘fact’ that he had been ‘poor and downtrodden’ (which he never was)? The guy literally had gold everywhere on him! He’s freaking wearing golden-colored shoes! What the…?     Canon fail #38. Being born of God or not, Mr. Glitterwash is as human as anyone else, and he should have died after that stunt, as he lands on solid Earth. Now, if he’d landed on water, he might have survived. Instead, the Sun apparently gives him energy and he saves the other kid. “Son!” The other kid’s mama rushes to them. “Karn!” Oh, this is his adopted mom making an entry. “Radha,” says a random guy, “Your son is divine,” “Radha ma!” exclaims Glitterwash. She dunks a pot of water on him and breaks the pot. She drags him off protesting. I don’t know what the point of this is…until she asks him what the hell he was doing. Oh, so they are setting him up as heroic. I see. Anyone reading this, please don’t start thinking that this stuff is canon. IT’S COMPLETELY NON-CANON. “I was saving the child!” “Who’ll save you? Bhairav himself?” AARGH. This guy is not heroic! I’ll keep repeating it. She tells him that he’ll be punished. He asks her if she is angry. She tells him to stop making her angry and then ask this question like a wet cat. Speaking of wet cats, this guy seems to have dried up awfully fast from the drench he got like, 2 seconds ago? He’s like “I’m Adhirath’s son, it’s my duty to protect.” Huh? What? You know what, I can’t find it in myself to care. She replies that it’s her duty to protect him from his father. He says that his father is with the King in Kuntibhoj. She replies that they are coming back with the Queen and they should get ready for the Darshan. He goes “You mean they are going to see us?” “Why would they see us?” she asks. “We are neither criminals, nor brave warriors,” “You said that if a King looks at us, we will be very lucky.” “Or very unlucky. The gaze of great people have great consequences.” Okay, quit it with the melodrama foreshadowing already, will you? “Then they should definitely look at us.” “But how?” He gets an inward look in his eye. Uh-oh, I don’t like this at all. They’re gonna glitterwash him more, it’s obvious. Pandu and Kunti enter Hastina on a chariot to the sound of cheers. Priyamvada’s parting words about keeping her secret flash in Kunti’s mind. The chariot stops. “Why have you stopped, Adhirath?” asks Pandu. “The Mahamantri is here to welcome you, Maharaj,” he says. There is a round of the obligatory pranipaat’s. Vidur says that Satyavati has asked Pandu to visit Lord Rama’s temple before going home. Pandu asks if Vidur won’t welcome his Bhabhishree and Bhraata. Vidur smiles and says he’ll be their charioteer. He sends Adhirath home. Adhirath runs to Radha who tells him that their son has gone to prepare for the King’s welcome. Adhirath asks Radha why she didn’t stop him, as he might use the bow and arrow. (Okay, this…doesn’t seem believable to me.) Gilligan Cut to Mr. Glitterwash praying to Surya and drawing his bow and arrow. “You don’t understand the seriousness of this. I’ll have to stop him now, where is he?” asks Adhirath. Um, but excuse me, please. Karn is canonically Drona’s student. He canonically learnt weaponry from Dron, so what exactly is the issue? Oh, I know! The issue is canon fail #39. Considering Karna is Drona’s student, and that charioteers have to defend themselves often, it’s kind of ridiculous that Karn using a bow can cause such haha-huhu. Scene cuts to Karn who’s praying to Surya so that his objective is achieved without harming anyone. Canon fail #40. Nothing of this sort, which leads a rain of lotuses, ever happens in canon. And Karn is seriously not the sort to worry whether he hurt someone or not. Vidur takes the reins of the chariot in hand just as Karn shoots the arrow which strikes a bed of lotuses causing them to rain on Pandu and Kunti. Ms. Melodrama remembers the flowers from her stuffing them in a basket along with Glitterwash and promptly goes into mind-angst mode. She laments that the ‘light of her heart’ (who’ll want to kill her biologically youngest son later for the crime of being a better warrior) had been sent with these flowers. “Vidur, who caused this rain of flowers? Who exhibits such great archery” What the-? BTW, THIS IS NOT CANONICAL! Archery is not some divine gift that Glitterwash got. He worked towards it, as did other, better archers, heck Bheem is better than Glitterwash most of the time in canon. Ms. Melodrama holds the lotus close. The strains of the song “Suryadev Sogaye…” starts as Glitterwash comes forward. She’s anxiously looking for him as he is approaching from the back. She turns back, still looking for him. Episode ends. I suppose this is a catchphrase by now, but I am dreading the next episode. Precap: “I’m disturbed by what I heard in Kuntinagar,” says Ms. Melodrama to Ms. Always Patnidharma. She says something I don’t get and then says that a thorn in the garden of a new house is not a good omen. Ms. Always Patnidharma tells her that her elder brother loves Honey Boy a lot. Scene changes to Poseur and Drama Queen sitting at a board of dice. “Prince Pandu has defeated us handily, I have nothing but hate in my heart for him.” says Poseur. Drama Queen demonstrates his immense ocular muscle control as he strikes the board with a knife.

Wow, I got through this episode in one sitting! *Pats self on the back* Gosh, my tolerance levels are getting better for this wank.

[zwiezraczek]

Criminal - Chapter 4

Billy (viliain) x Female reader (cop)

Prologue/Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4:  He is a sucker

SUMMARY: You always wanted to become a police officer. And you became one of them, brilliantly and they offered you your first case. “The Ghosts” case. The case of fleeting people and one sneaky bastard parkouring around the town to annoy you. You swore to yourself to catch him them.

WORDS: 1.7 k

NOTE: So here we are with chapter 4! I’m late, I knoooow, but yesterday I wasn’t in a mood to write so I hope you’ll forgive me! I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter! 💕 Update: I had to reupload this again because it wasn’t showing up in the tags, it’s a thing that happens A LOT to me and it’s fecking frustrating so yeah... 

TAGLIST: @onceuponadetectivedemigod​ @natsficrecs​ (leave a comment to be a part of it!)

The place itself was awful. As you looked up you saw the old buildings, in ruin. The neighborhood he had chosen wouldn’t have been your first choice, for sure. But at the same time, a perfect place for exchanges with too much things to look at to find anything. You could smell insalubrity, you could feel it with every inch of your body, brushing against your skin. And even as a cop, you didn’t feel safe in this neighborhood. But, at the same time, you hoped that all of his would lead you somewhere.

You looked around you, ruins. Ruins everywhere. He had chosen a great place, really. A place where you were exposed and vulnerable, a place where he could take you down if he wanted to, but this experiment was wort the shot. Slowly, you walked between the bags and the dust, looking for the corner with a “4” graffiti on it, you found the graffiti on google maps while looking up the coordinates he had gave you in his letter. He knew what he was doing, really. The place was awful, just like him. Him and his cheekiness towards you. Him and his little games. Him. During the last few days, you found yourself thinking more about this solo investigation, his intercourse with the police, and about your own safety. Probably more about your job – and you losing it because of this.

You had worked so much for this position, proving them that it wasn’t because you looked cute and nice that you couldn’t do your work, and first you thought that your boss understood that by giving you this case. But apparently, he had hoped for you to quit as soon as possible. This case was your death sentence, and every move you made moved you closer to the brink. You put a finger on it now, after your big failure when your boss put the blame on you, and you only for this. He was partially right, because this was your idea, but he also was wrong because he could have denied you the troops and everything he had given you for this mission. And even if you found out that the transaction happening in the backroom was linked with one of the biggest companies of the city, your boss refused to acknowledge this as a step forward in your investigation. Of course, because looking up the corporations wasn’t your job apparently, and because dismantling a larger network wasn’t a bigger success than catching the Ghosts. Of course.

You sighed. After a few minutes, you found your corner, the corner Four assigned for your exchanges. The corner where you would become a phoenix or burn to ashes, depending on Four’s will. It was truly your last chance. And when you arrived right next to the walls, you tried to stay calm as you saw the little note he had left you.

“Cute cops are apparently rebel cops! ;)”

What a bastard.

~~~~

“You did what,” One exclaimed through the server Three created for them to speak without attracting cops, well at least for the moment. “I hope you’re joking Four, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“As if you could,” Four replied maybe too casually to be certain of that.

He had maybe screwed some things up by sending the letter to the cop on their case. But One wanted to congratulate her, he said, for this amazing trap she settled for them, and wanted to know who were the guys behind this informatics trick. And Four took it as a request. Well, he took it as a permit to send her a letter. But apparently it wasn’t a permit. And apparently he got himself into so much trouble.

“I’ll fucking kill him, somebody stop me,” One repeated and Four could hear the frustration. Oops.

“I won’t be the one stopping you,” Two stated as Four only gasped in a dramatic way. “I’ll help if you want.”

“What in the fucking world you thought when you did it,” One asked again, absolutely irritated.

“I thought it would be fun,” Four replied, a bit unsure. Then he heard Three’s chuckle. “Hey, don’t laugh at me, if not you we wouldn’t be in that situation!”

“I screwed up yes, I brought the cops yes, but now you made the cops follow us and seriously? That’s the greatest shit you’ve ever done Four,” Three laughed as One groaned.

“What’s the plan,” Seven asked.

“Guys, don’t you fucking see that I just helped us,” Four insisted, his fingertips taping on the desk.

“Fuck no, enlighten me,” One replied sarcastically.

“If I play it nicely, we’ll be able to gather information from her. We’ll be one step ahead and…”

“You sweet-talked her with bondage,” Seven remarked and Three laughed, “I’m sorry but you’re not our expert in flirt here. I’d rather send Five for the letters and the seducing part.”

“I can help with the letters if you want Four,” Five added in a warm tone, contrasting with the whole situation. She really tried to keep her calm. She really did.

“Guys I can fucking do it I’m not,” he stated before being interrupted – again.

“She doesn’t have to reply,” Two casually said. “He left her the choice. She can absolutely refuse to answer the letters and we won’t have any problem. Am I the only sane person in here?”

“She’s right,” On finally said in a calmer tone. “We keep our fingers crossed that she won’t leave you that letter in the dumpster you asked her to.”

“It’s not a dumps-.”

“It’s a fucking dumpster,” One retorted, “and if she’s sane enough she won’t go there. And if she does, you tell us. Simple. So, subject change until this case is solved. What about our partnership with the company?”

Four sighed. He really hoped that the cute cop would write back. Because he found it funny to tease cops like this, and she looked particularly receptive to this kind of little games:  she ultimately tried to follow a parkour expert well-knowing that he would be faster and smarter than her up there, nonetheless she had tried. And that was quite impressive. And reckless. And he loved recklessness.

Once the had call ended, he turned around to take a look at his crappy place. He wished they could all afford a better place to live in – well, he hoped that One would ultimately share the money they had – but for the moment, this apartment should be enough. He sighed and looked throught the window.

Every night since the last encounter with you, he went to the place in order to see if you replied, hoping secretly to be able to communicate with you. Every night, he took a different path to arrive there, he wandered from roof to roof in order to reach this place and to see, from above, if there was something new on the ground. He put the flashlight right on the dusty fallen fragments of the wall and saw this. He saw the letter. He felt his heart race, he felt a sort of excitement, happiness. An adrenaline rush.

“Dear Four,

Thank you for this letter, I will absolutely accept your offer so this is my reply to all of you.

I have spent a lot of time thinking about what to write in this letter to all of you. I figured out that I probably should answer your questions first. I can’t say who helped me find you, that’s a secret as much as your identities are, am I right? And thanks for the congratulations, I deserved them and will deserve even more when I’ll catch you. Soon :)

I’m truly surprised that you wrote a letter to me, I hope it isn’t compromising at all for you – and probably your teammates. Don’t worry, nobody knows about our exchange, as you asked this is why I came there to put the letter in this dumpster. For a guy wanting bondage apparently, you seem to be more into… Trash from what I see on my computer screen. I’m not judging, just telling that I’m a bit disappointed.

Any requests? ;)

I hope hearing from you soon,

Lovebird aka the cute cop”

This. Is. Not. A. Dumpster.

~~~~

This little game of his was going on for weeks, and never seemed to stop. You tried to catch him off guard, but by letters all was too difficult. So, you decided to change your strategy: you had to see him and to keep him under surveillance as much as possible. After you left your letter, you waited a long moment before the sunset and you left, and then, you came back in the morning and the letter wasn’t there. You were sure of it now: he came during the night. Which was logical. But not reassuring at all, not for you.

And, as soon as you could – because you took a few days off – you began to patrol around the place at night, with a black hoodie on while walking fast, and even faster. As you walked, your eyes looking on the ground, you tried to blend in which wasn’t that simple with all these threats around you even when you carried a weapon. You wondered why a woman had to feel insecure at night, even when she was able to defend herself.

One night, after a few exchanged letters, a few coffees and some hours of patrolling you noticed him coming down from the roof, with his blue hoodie on. You saw the happy look on his face when he illuminated the place where you left your letter earlier on that day. You couldn’t help yourself but smirk. You caught your bird, but what he was doing right here wasn’t enough to arrest him by yourself, alone. You needed evidence, you needed proof and you needed to know where he lived.

[its-negans-lucille]

The Silent One - Part Fourteen

THIS IS A REUPLOAD

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: Negan gets a new gift and you and Negan play a game of pool while waiting for the person who shot him. Ships: Negan x Reader (slow burn) Words: 1,614 Warnings: Curses, violence (?) Category: Angst

***

Negan heard the rattling of the gates opening from where he was pacing in the quaint, white panelled house. He immediately positioned a large, enthusiastic smile on his face as he swept through the house. As he was walking he picked up Lucille and swung her over his shoulder. He opened the door roughly as he strode confidently over the threshold. He heard the door slam loudly behind him. Negan could see a large van backing up into Alexandria. He could hear the murmurs and muttering as some of the Alexandrian’s ventured out of their homes to view what was in the truck. Negan had adopted a confident air as he turned toward the Alexandrian’s, a large grin prominent on his features.

“Gather around everyone! Gather round! We’ve got one helluva motherfucking Christmas present this year!” He proclaimed in a loud voice as a few more Alexandrian’s poked their heads out from behind their doors.

Negan could see from the corner of his eye the white panelled house with a neatly trim hedge, a colourful flowerbed and ivy crawling up from the ground, using the house as a ladder to reach the sky. He could also see you in the window, your arms tucked around your knees which were hugged into your chest.

He fought a wave of concern that materialised in his chest as he turned around to face the truck. He had half hoped that you wouldn’t have to see the severed limb in the truck, but apparently, the world had different plans. He waved his hand as a weedy, teenager that could only be about sixteen emerged from the truck and scurried around to the back of the truck.

“Let’s see what Santa got us, shall we?” He smiled at the pale faces that marred the Alexandrian’s before him. There was a taste of fear on the air. Fear and anticipation.

He pointed toward the truck with Lucille as the sound of the doors being swung open echoed around the suburbia. There were stifled gasps all around. Women covering their children’s faces while also clapping a hand to their mouth.

“Holy shit! That is one muscled piece of meat!” Negan exclaimed as he saw the lower leg that lay before him.

The back of the truck was covered in crimson blood that was beginning to flake due to the time it had had to dry. The leg itself had a large boot covering the foot and the bottom of some jeans. It was only the lower leg that had been cut from its owner, more lenient than he would’ve been.

“Now, Lucas, would you do good ol’ Negan a favour and go and stuff that shit up? I want it hitched up on a wall so that my people will remember what happens when people don’t follow the fucking rules?” Negan watched as the acne ridden teenager hurriedly nodded, it was obvious that he wanted to get out of the limelight.

The boy scrambled into the truck and shut the doors behind him so that the severed lower leg could no longer be seen. Negan clapped his hands together happily which made most of the group before him flinch at the sudden sound.

“Alright then!” Negan said loudly as the Alexandrian’s seemed to shrink away from him. “What can a panty wettingly hot guy like myself do around here for fun!? I have too entertain myself some way and I don’t feel like a good ol’ wank! Or a hot fuck.” He proclaimed.

No one stepped forward with a suggestion. After a few seconds Negan rolled his head on his neck and ran a hand down his scruff before stepping forward and placing Lucille under a young man’s chin, Lucille’s barbs were scraping lightly at the sensitive skin at the throat.

“You do not want me to repeat myself.” Negan said in a low voice.

“P-pool-” The man spluttered hopelessly.

“You’re gonna have to speak up! Lucille can’t hear you!” Negan softly pushed Lucille into the man’s Adams apple. Negan could see the fear clouding the man’s eyes and after a few seconds he withdrew Lucille and swung her lazily over his shoulder. “Lucille isn’t thirsty today, lucky for you. So please, sir,” He placed a certain amount of mocking on that last word. “Would you show me what the fuck a man can do for fun around here!”

Negan draped an arm lazily around the man’s shoulder. He could feel the man physically shaking beneath him, he was happy with the overall affect. Eventually the man shook his head slightly before slowly walking toward the house opposite the house that you were in.

***

You had been sitting on the soft, lightly cushioned bench before the window, staring with glazed eyes at where you had seen his leg. Jesus’ leg. You had heard the door open and shut downstairs and you assumed that Negan had come back from tormenting the Alexandrian’s. You then heard heavy footfalls on the oak staircase outside the door. You had stood up and looked around for anything that you could defend yourself with but too late; the door opened. A man who was wearing a leather jacket walked into the room, a crossbow in hand. He was seemingly ordinary, a generally unimpressive narrow face with a long nose but when he turned his head you saw that one half of it had been burned. Skin was uneven and ridged and his eye was threatening to fall from its socket.

He strode over to you and grabbed your arm roughly, his fingernails dragging into your skin to leave blooded, crescent moons. You let out a gasp of pain but he did not lighten his hold on you.

“What the fuck-” You started but the man just shook his head as he half pulled and half dragged you down the oak stairs.

“Negan want’s you.” Dwight said in a low voice as he continued to pull you out of the door. You yanked your upper arm out of his grip and rubbed where he had his hand clasped around softly, almost nursing it.

“I can walk on my own.” You snapped as Dwight shook his head incredulously. You followed Dwight toward a forest green panelled house with accents of stone. You could see the garage door open and through you could see a pool table. Negan was leaning nonchalantly on the side of it as he chalked his cue.

“There she is!” Negan exclaimed as Dwight pushed you into the garage and then proceeded to close the door. You almost felt like being tossed into the lion’s den

. “You know, that guy,” You attempted to remember his name but it didn’t come to mind. “Dwight?” Negan asked, his eyebrows were drawn together in a frown.

“Yeah, he can be a little gentler. Fuck.” You continued to rub your upper arm. In a blink of an eye Negan was stood before you, a hint of concern in his eyes. Negan pried your hands away from the wound softly. You flinched when he first touched you but he didn’t seem to notice as he drew small circles around the equally small fingernail marks. You felt the hairs on your skin stand up and an electric like charge run from his light fingers down your spine and resting just behind your naval. It wasn’t all unpleasant. You could feel Negan’s eyes trained on you.

You frowned because you wanted to pull away, you wanted to be disgusted that he would dare touch you but you weren’t. He was gentle, and soft. This didn’t resemble the man who had ordered your friends leg amputated. But he was.

He was.

You yanked your arm out of his grip as a disgusted expression formed on your face. It was more at yourself than him.

How could you have let him touch you like that. He had hurt you. He had hurt your friend. You were backed up against the wall now, breathing heavily. Negan had a small, triumphant smirk on his face.

He sidled up to you and placed a hand behind your head. Your breath intermingled with him as he was almost pressed up against you. You could feel the heat radiating from his lean body.

“I know you feel what I feel when we’re close.” He whispered hotly in your ear as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “You can go on denying it but you know it’s true.” You stayed still, avoiding his dark eyes.

“It’s not true.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Then why aren’t you looking at me? Huh, Princess?” He knew he had won. He was grinning beyond belief. “I will never, ever, touch you.” You whispered angrily.

“Then what are you doing right now?” He said in a triumphant voice.

You looked down and saw that you had balled up your fists in his white shirt. You dropped your arms limply to your side.

“I’ll wait. I’m a very patient man, (Y/N).” He backed away from you and started to chalk his cue again.

His words echoed in your head, over and over.

I’m a very patient man, (Y/N)… A very patient man.

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I hope you enjoyed this! I’m writing it just before I head to the airport (Literally leaving in ten minutes)! I hope you’re all having a lovely day! No tag list since I’m on my laptop and I don’t have access to it! Sorry! I’ll add it later!

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