#I was in a tight place with people and no matter how much I'm naturally inclined to like people

[awesomebutunpractical]

I'm overloaded. possibly dead. reports unclear.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Loving your JJK men so I'm here to request fics if possible. I'm feeling Nanami, Geto and Megumi mainly, Sukuna for the shits and anyone else you're in the mood for. It doesn't have to be super long either, just sweet supportive men.

You're either on your way to a thing with friends/family or already at an event when your period either starts or takes a turn for the worse (painful enough cramps to cause nausea) and you're asking them to turn back/leave even though you know you agreed to attend.

Period Problems!

Tags: fluff, cursing, period comfort, established relationships, wee bit of crack

An: Thank you! I appreciate the req <3

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Megumi, Sukuna

SATORU

You kinda let Satoru do all the talking during reunions at Jujutsu Tech. It’s not that you don’t like your former classmates; you do. You just find so much socialization to be kinda exhausting.

Satoru was the opposite however. He’s a natural born extrovert that can talk to other people so casually for hours on end. Socialization doesn’t tire him out at all, so he’s quick to take over conversations for you when he can sense that your social battery is low.

He’s subtle with it: placing his arm slightly in front of you as he steps up, casually inserting himself into the conversation. It feels fluid and not forced at all.

That’s how you two were right now. You were tucked behind his arm, leaning your head against his shoulder. You had been cramping all day long, so you already wasn’t in too good of a mood. The socialization was really the cherry on top.

A torturous wave of cramps hit, nearly making your knees buckle from under you. Your hand tightened around Satoru’s bicep, and you tried to breathe your way through it, not wanting to take him away from all his friends.

Satoru turned his head towards you, and he could immediately notice how pale you looked. “Hey, it was good seeing you though. Take care of the wife and kids.” Your husband smiled at whoever he was talking to before guiding you away from everyone else.

“What’s the matter, sweets? You alright?” He asks softly as he’s extended his infinity out to you so no one can touch you or even get close to you.

“Cramping… hurts..” was all you could manage to get out.

“Let’s get you home, sweets. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?” His large palm rubs at the small of your back as he opens the door for you, allowing you to step out.

“Didn’t wanna ruin your event.” You murmur quietly as tears brim in your eyes. You didn’t want to be seen as an inconvenience to him.

“Hey, heyy… c’mere, sweet girl.” Satoru wraps you up in a tight embrace, petting your hair as you cried into his dress shirt. “My poor baby. What kind of husband would I be if I made my wife who’s in a lot of pain get up and go to something as uncomfortable as a reunion? I don’t even really care about those people anyway. You’re my priority.” He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” You murmur quietly, and he steps back away from you.

“Right, let’s get you home. I’ll make some chocolate covered strawberries, and we can watch that reality tv show you really like.” Satoru suggests as he helps you into the passenger seat of his car.

SUGURU

Who said cults couldn’t have bake sales? It brings a sense of community and camaraderie amongst the members. Geto thought you were a literal genius when you came up with the idea.

You had been in charge of planning and organizing the entire bake sale, and today was finally the day. It’s early in the morning, and Geto’s helping the girls in the kitchen bake blueberry muffins so they have enough time to cool before the sale.

You stirred out of your own slumber upon hearing the girls giggling. “Hey now, you two, don’t you wake your mama up. She’s sleeping.” Your husband warns the twins, and they both try to shush each other. The giggling pursues anyway, but you don’t mind. You wouldn’t rather be woken up any other way.

As you slowly eased yourself out of bed, your stomach immediately cramped up, sending shockwaves of pain down your thighs and back at the same time.

Was it really that time of the month already?

Your stained bedsheets said yes. You must’ve started in your sleep. Great.

Upon hearing you rustling around in the bedroom, Suguru walks in, not expecting to find you haphazardly pulling the sheets off yours and his bed.

“I just washed the sheets a couple weeks ago.” Geto said with a curious smile on his face. His head tilts to the side slightly, wondering what you were doing.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Your voice is quiet and full of shame that immediately has Suguru is full-on “fix mode”.

“Hey- what happened, baby?” He asks as he shuts the bedroom door behind him, so the girls can’t come and be nosey.

You sniffle softly and turn to show Geto your poor pajama pants that were now soaked in blood, and he immediately understands.

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling. How are you feeling?” He tenderly asks as he comes and takes the sheets out of your hand. He begins to pull them off for you.

“‘m hurting really bad..” You answer him in a quiet murmur.

“Go take a bath, darling. I got everything else. Don’t worry about it.” He presses a small kiss to the top of your head. “Throw your panties and pants in the hamper. I’ll try to get the stains out.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be grossed out.”

“Of course I’m sure. I’m a grown man. I can handle anything your body does.” He assures you as he carries the sheets over towards the laundry room.

You soak in the warm bath for quite a while, but the cramps still persist. You anxiously check the time on your phone like a hundred times. The bake sale should be starting soon, so you need to get up and start getting ready.

A knock at the door disturbs your track of thought. “It’s me, darling. Can I come in?” Suguru’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, come in.” You answer back to him, and Suguru carries in a cup of tea before he shuts the door.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, princess.” He sits down on the floor next to the tub, and he carefully hands you the cup of tea.

“Thank you- I’m just trying to muster up enough strength to get up, so we can make it to the bake sale.” You say as you shift in the bath. The warm water and bubbles lap at your skin.

“Mmm, no need. Just focus on relaxing for right now, and we’ll see about making an appearance later on.”

“What do you mean? What about the girls? They’ll be devastated.”

“I had Manami take them to the sale. They’ll be fine.” He informs you as he pets your hair.

“Are you sure things will be alright? What if…”

“Ah, none of that. Things will be fine. You did a perfect job while planning everything. Our members are not incompetent people. They can handle a small bake sale, my love. I want you to just relax for today. Like I said, we might make a small appearance if you feel up to it later.”

“Sugu, I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

NANAMI

“Mmm, no can do. Sorry, it’ll have to be another day.” Nanami speaks into his phone as he’s looking at his calendar.

Ino has been begging to meet his wife for far too long now, so Nanami finally offered for Ino to come to yours and his house for dinner one evening. Planning it has been tough due to the vigorous schedules.

“Maybe it will just have to be next month.” Nanami shrugs his shoulders. He’s really not too bothered by not letting Ino meet you as he really tries not to involve you in his work life.

“Hm? Nanamin, what’s wrong with the 18th? We don’t have anything scheduled that day?” You ask curiously while tilting your head.

Your husband makes a face at you before he quickly taps the mute button on his phone. “Darling, according to your cycle, you’ll probably start your menstrual period that day. I highly doubt you’ll want any visitors over.”

Ah yes, you must’ve forgotten that you married a man who is literally obsessed with you and your happiness.

“That’s if my period comes on the day it’s suppose to. It could be late or early. You never know. Just invite him over. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You assure him, waving away his concerned gaze.

Yeah, that was a fuckin mistake.

You had worked for the better half of the day preparing Katsudon for everyone to enjoy when Ino and Nanami get off work. You had to take frequent breaks: sitting down or lying down to try to weather yourself through your cramps.

Nanami was right — your period started earlier that morning, and you absolutely did not want company over today. You kept trying to persevere — not wanting to admit that Nanami might know your body better than you do. Also, you weren’t a fan of cancelling plans last minute.

Though, when the kitchen started to feel like it was over a hundred degrees in there, and the room started to spin, you knew you had to call and say something to your husband.

“Hey darling, we’re almost there. Sorry we’re running behind. I had to teach Ino how to tie a tie.” Your husband speaks over the phone, and your heart instantly sinks into your stomach. This poor boy is wearing a tie to come and meet you, but you’re fixing to cancel.

“Nanamin…” You mumble sheepishly over the phone. You feel terrible for having to cancel, but there’s just no way you can power through it.

“Are you alright, darling..?” He asks cautiously. His ability to instantly tell when something was wrong with you was still astonishing to this day.

“You were right… I don’t feel good.”

“Oh darling.. I was right? You started this morning, didn’t you?”

“�� yeah.” You reluctantly admit with a small pout. It’s bad enough that you’re cramping terribly right now. Now, you have to admit just how right your husband was.

“Good thing Ino’s not with me, and I never arranged for him to come by tonight.” He says with a small huff of amusement. “I’m getting you one of those cheesecakes you really like. Then, I’ll be home.”

Oh, to be married to the king of domestic love.

“Ken, I love you. Hurry home please.” Your heart is immediately melting in your chest. Marrying him was the best decision of your life.

“I love you more, darling.”

CHOSO

There’s nothing worse than being overcrowded while on your period, and currently, that’s what was exactly happening.

Sitting between Choso and Yuji on a too small couch while Yuji lore dumped about Human Earthworm 1 and 2 was literally a nightmare, but it was even worse since your stomach was cramping up so badly to where you couldn’t even hear the words spilling from Yuji’s mouth.

Immediately, you regret agreeing to hanging out with Yuji today, but you hated seeing your cute boyfriend’s face turn to disappointment when you tell him no.

You assured him that he could hang out with Yuji without you — you didn’t mind sharing him with his little brother at all, but Choso would always say that it’s more fun with you involved.

Thus, you’re squished between the oversized males on the couch, watching the third Human Earthworm movie for like the 5th time while Itadori points out every little easter egg.

Your stomach is cramping so badly — making you feel like you’re either about to throw up or pass out or the secret option of doing both. Your cramps are literally reverberating through your thighs.

You didn’t want to make a big deal out of this, but your heart was starting to pound in your chest. You lean your head back, trying to stop the room from spinning in your head.

“Baby?” Choso’s voice echoes in your ear. Yuji pauses the movie, and they both look at you with a concerned look. Your boyfriend could immediately tell that something was wrong with you.

“Yuu, go get her some water.” Choso instructs, and he sits up on the couch. His hands start to fan over your face, wafting air towards you to help out. “Baby, can you hear me?”

Yuji quickly scrambles from the couch, and he jogs to the kitchen to get you a cold glass of water. Choso and Yuji do not look any alike, but they both have the same caring heart.

“Cho, I feel like ‘m gonna throw up.” Your voice is barely a strained whisper.

“Okay baby, hold on. Hold on for me, pretty girl.” Choso brushes your hair back from your face, and he then quickly sprints towards the bathroom to get the trashcan for you.

Choso returns quickly, and he places the trashcan in your lap. “Here you go, baby.” He whispers softly, and he places his hand gently on your shoulder for moral support. He’s not too great at these things, but he wants you to know that he’s here for you.

“What’s the matter? Are you sick or..?” He asks you, still trying to get to the root of what’s got you so ill all of a sudden.

“Cramping..” You murmur quietly, and Choso instantly feels like a fool. You told him you started your period this morning, but he completely forgot.

“I’m so sorry, baby… Do you still feel like you’re going to throw up?” He asks as his eyes never leave your face. Your head is still tilted back, and your eyes are closed.

“No.. I think it passed for now.” You reply quietly, taking the small moment of reprieve that your ovaries decided to give you.

“C’mere, princess.” Choso mumbles lowly, and he scoops you into his arms bridal style before standing up. “Let’s get you into bed, yeah? I’ll get you some pain medicine and your heating pad.”

“Mmm.. love you, Cho.” Your voice is muffled against his shoulder.

“Hey Yuu, don’t worry about that water, kay? I’m gonna get her to bed. We’ll finish the movie maybe sometime next week.” Choso calls out to his brother that is miraculously still in the kitchen.

Yuji was cowering in the kitchen with his ears covered because he heard you say you were going to throw up, and his emetophobia started acting up.

“Great! See you later!” He shouts as he sprints out the house, getting as far away from there as possible.

MEGUMI

Visiting Gojo in his vacation home was something you’ve been looking forward to for months now. Gojo owned a vacation home up towards the snowy peaks, and he invited you and Megumi to come up there and stay for a week during the winter.

You had planned so many fun activities to do with Megumi like snowboarding, skiing, or building a snowman.

Not to mention the thought of cozying up to your boyfriend in front of a fireplace sounded like exactly what you two needed after these past few stressful weeks.

The only kicker was the morning you two were set to leave, you started your period.

Trying not to panic, you packed a whole box of tampons and pads, and you packed like 15 extra pairs of underwear… just in case.

It would be fine, right? Maybe you and him could just spend more time cozied up rather than being out in the snow. Besides, Megumi didn’t really care what you two did. He was happy with whatever you picked out. As long as you two were together, he’d be fine with whatever activity.

You just had to make it through an eight hour car ride…

By hour two, your entire body is screaming at you. Your lower tummy feels like it’s on fire, and the pain is shooting through your back. No matter how many times you shift, you’re not comfortable.

It’s hot in the car, but then, it’s too cold. You’re so damn uncomfortable that you’re nearly in tears.

After your nth time shifting in your seat, Megumi finally speaks up. “Are you already that antsy? We’ve barely started..”

“No, I…” You wince before slightly doubling over in the passenger side seat. “I’m just cramping a lot.”

“Shit, really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks as he glances over at you with a look of concern. He’s well aware of how severe your periods can get sometimes. He’s taken care of you enough times to see exactly how much pain you’re in.

“I thought I could power through.” You sniffle, instantly feeling guilty for putting a damper on the trip.

“Hey, hey..” Megumi reaches over and runs his fingers through your hair. He keeps his other hand on the steering wheel — trying his best to drive safely and comfort you at the same time. “It’s alright. You’re really hurtin’, huh?”

“Mhm…” You quietly hum in agreement, and you lean your head on Megumi’s hand.

Without saying another word, Megumi takes the next exit, and he drives for a minute, ignoring your questions. He then pulls into a fancy looking hotel before putting the car in park.

“Stay in here for just a second, yeah? I’ll be right back.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving the car and walking into the hotel lobby.

A few minutes pass before he returns to the car. By the time he’s back, you can already feel a migraine starting to kick in.

“Can you walk, gorgeous?” He asks tenderly as he unbuckles your seatbelt for you,

“Yeah — I can walk..” You reply in a pained voice.

“Alright. Let’s go in here. I got us a room.” He offers his hand, and he helps guide you out of the car before he grabs both of the suitcases.

“What..? What about Gojo?”

“He can wait. Your health is more important. It’s not like his vacation home will disappear over night. We’ll see how you feel about driving some more tomorrow. If not, we’ll turn back around and head home.”

“Are you sure..? I don’t wanna ruin the trip.” You sniffle before rubbing your face. Your stomach starts to cramp up again, nearly making your knees buckle. Megumi’s hand rests on the small of your back, guiding you into the hotel lobby.

“I already told you, gorgeous. I don’t care what we do. I just want to be with you.”

SUKUNA

Sukuna could smell the exact minute your period started. Blame it on him being a curse.

He avoids you like the plague when he knows you’re bleeding because he truly believes that he will only make your pain worse. He knows he’s not the nicest, so he just tries to stay out of your way.

It’s definitely not because he’s terribly afraid of women who can bleed for seven days straight and not die.

“Ryo?” Dammit. You caught him.

“Yes, woman?” He reluctantly turns to look at you. You were wearing an elegant dress that he usually loved to peel off you before completely ravaging you.

“Are we… not doing tithe today..?” You ask with a small frown. You had gotten dressed up for the purpose of addressing yours and Sukuna’s subjects.

“No… I’ll hold tithe next week.” He nods his head. Truthfully, he had concerned himself so much with avoiding you that he had forgotten all about tithe.

“But… you always do it on the first of the month..” You’re nearly in tears. Why was he avoiding you? Did he not want to be seen with you? Was he embarrassed of you now? So many insecure thoughts and high-running emotions.

Sukuna’s literally sweating. What the fuck did he say to make you upset? “Why do you cry, woman? Don’t cry. I didn’t realize tithe was that important to you. We’ll have tithe right now.”

“You don’t love me!” Fat tears are running down your cheeks. Your hormones making you feel like the worst person on planet earth right now.

“Who the fuck said that!?” Now Sukuna’s shouting too. This is a mess. He just wants you to not bleed and to not be sad.

A moment of silence between the two of you allows him to reflect for a moment. He looks at you as you’re just looking up at him with big teary eyes, and he quietly sighs before pulling you into a hug.

“Let’s go do this tithe, and then, you can explain to me what I’ve done to make you feel so down.”

Your mood changed just as fast. Maybe he did really love you! You sat on his lap at he was sitting on his throne. Curse after curse would come up and give whatever they could spare to the king as tithe.

You were sweet to each and every one, making sure to compliment each unique ‘gift’ that was bestowed upon you two. Truthfully, the curses loved having you as a queen, but even they were avoiding you today. They could smell your menstrual period as much as Sukuna could.

If you weren’t so focused on your cramps, you’d be a bummed out because now your subjects didn’t even seem to like you as much.

The king’s second pair of eyes darted towards you as soon as he could hear your breath shifting, but you still wore a smile. He decided not to question it.

But when you started to grip onto the throne and his arm tightly, your face was pale, and you could barely manage to speak, he immediately ordered everyone out.

“Alright, that’s enough. Get the fuck out.” He barked, and curses went scrambling everywhere. Hell, even Uraume took that as a direct order.

“What ails you, human?” He asks as his full attention is on you now. You’re practically a mess in his lap from the pain — feeling like you might throw up or pass out from how bad it hurts.

“Cramps.” You answer Sukuna lowly, and you try your best to breathe through them.

“How do I make them go away?” He asks, spoken like a true man… always wanting to fix everything.

“Sometimes a heating pad helps…” You wince as you can feel nausea bubbling up from how much pain you’re in.

“You said heat?” Sukuna asks as flames coat his hand.

“Not that much heat-!” You whine and shift in his lap before the flames dissipate.

“Make up your mind, woman.” He grumbles before he rests his palm on your lower tummy. His hand was still very warm from the flames, and you instantly ease in his lap.

His eyes stay fixated on you while you rest on his lap quietly, and he ever so carefully starts to rub your stomach. He finds your behavior very much cat-like. Too bad he really didn’t like cats — too unpredictable.

“How do I keep this from coming back?” He questions more to himself than to you.

“Pregnancy.” You murmur to him, half-asleep due to the immense amount of relief you felt.

“Great. I shall get you pregnant then.”

“What.”

[hyunebunx]

Hihi! I saw your repost of the kiss prompt list, not sure if this is where I'm supposed to request but I think ♥️ Spiderman kiss x Han would be freaking adorable 😭 Obviously if you don't feel up to it don't feel obligated to or anything 🫶

˖˙ ᰋ ── ♥️ - 'spiderman kiss'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff (and a little bit suggestive)

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: i swear your request came just as i watched 'no way home' for the first time!! it brought back my love for the franchise so ofc i had to write this!! i had so much fun, i hope you'll enjoy reading it too and that i did your idea justice🩷

You haven’t always believed in superheroes. Most people around you thought they were roaming the city and keeping everyone safe, the saviours the world needed coming to life straight from the pages of a comic book. On the other hand, you thought it was stupid and very unlikely, no matter how much proof they bothered to show just to bring you to their unhinged side. Ignorance is bliss as they say but, in this case, you genuinely believed they all went crazy in their desperate attempt at holding onto their happiness, the normalcy ripped away when the strange disasters hit your town one by one.

So, their existence was all nonsense to you until the unexpected happened. You started dating one.

Now, if you were the one to broadcast it for the whole world to hear, they would be the ones calling you crazy. And you wouldn’t blame them – you did not budge or bother to entertain anything Han Jisung was blabbering about, powers and other absurd stuff until he showed you.

To prove he wasn’t messing with you or just maladaptive daydreaming, on your first date, Jisung took you around the city to show you all of his favorite places. Not by car, or on foot, like anyone would expect, but from above. Yes, above. Without much explanation, in his red and blue latex suit, Jisung turned to you with a lone question.

“Do you trust me?”

Frankly, you did not, with it being your first date and all but you figured since he was cute, you might as well entertain him to score that second outing.

With a nod from you, his beautiful face disappeared behind a goofy spider mask as he instructed you to hug him tight and never let go, no matter what. You hesitated, arms going for his middle before he gently redirected them, one by one, to wrap around his neck, the proximity flustering you both.

You didn’t think your heart could speed up even more until he hugged you by the waist and suddenly jumped, finding yourself several feet in the air in a split second. Spider web seemed to come out of his palms, sticking to the high skyscrapers effortlessly and swinging you around the city like it was the most natural means of transportation, your screams dying out from the shock. You almost crashed a couple of times, when in your terrified state, let a hand wander to his face, desperate to hold on and be put down at the same time. If not for his mask, you would have taken out an eye and Han Jisung’s career as a superhero, as well as your life, would have ended prematurely.

From that day forward, you believed in superheroes and every little absurdity that came out of Jisung’s mouth regarding their world and all the diverse powers people like him possessed. He didn’t speak about that side of his life too much, as to keep you safe, but the stuff he was willing to share was mind-blowing enough.

And that’s how you came to date Spiderman himself, a sheer contrast from the nerdy, shy guy you admired from afar in all of your classes. Still, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Not even when instead of using the door, he randomly plopped on your windowsill whenever he missed you, throwing finger hearts and all the other variations he knew of to apologize for scaring you half to death like he was doing now. At least he had the decency to knock.

“Hello, love of my life.” He purred the moment he was let in, waltzing about like he owned the place, already familiar with your room. Collapsing onto your bed, he settles on his side, holding his masked head in one hand casually. “Still stuck on homework?”

“Oh, you mean the homework we were meant to work on together?” You stood a few feet away, arms crossed over your chest in indignation.

If he wasn’t still wearing his mask, you’d see his mouth drop open to form an ‘o’ shape, dramatic in his expressivity but not always genuine. “Baby, that was today? I’m so sorry! I swear I thought the assignment wasn’t due for another week.”

Your boyfriend was a top student, getting the highest grades on every test, exam and pop quiz he’s ever received. How the fuck did he manage to do all that with that goldfish-like memory of his?

“What’s got you so busy anyway?” You take a seat next to him on the bed, reaching to pinch the mask off his face before releasing it quickly, which he complains about loudly.

“Oh, you mean besides counting the laps you run through my mind constantly?” He wiggles his eyebrows beneath the mask, rubbing his left cheek to soothe the pain caused by the latex. Yes, the latex was definitely the one who hurt him, you could never.

You feel your face heat up to your ears, suddenly shy at his blatant flirtation. Noticing, he scoots closer as he moves into a sitting position, arms circling your waist to hug you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder like he’s done thousands of times before.

“Do you miss me?” His voice drops, atmosphere shifting as you lean into his hold a little too eagerly.

You couldn’t deny it – you have been missing him these days as he suddenly got insanely busy with those superhero duties of his.

“And what if I do?” In a bold show of confidence, you turn slightly in his arms to take off the annoying mask obscuring the breathtaking beauty that’s charmed you at first glance, all of those months ago.

Jisung smirks, so wide it turns into a grin that pulls harshly on your heartstrings, leaning to plant tender kisses on both cheeks while hugging you even tighter, almost like he wanted you to morph into one. Things would be so much easier then, he would be able to take you everywhere he went without going crazy with worry.

“We can’t have that, now, can we?” His kisses move to your shoulder, then down your arm, stopping to intertwine your hands before bringing them to his lips, to give your knuckles the same attention. “That would mean I’m a shitty boyfriend.”

You shake your head, eyes following his every move, mesmerized, as he kisses your skin with so much love and care, handling every inch like you were nothing more than a glass sculpture he was afraid he’d break if he as much as breathed too loudly. “That’s not – “

“Y/n, darling? Are you there?”

The booming voice of your father’s, followed by his approaching footsteps up the stairs has you pulling apart like burnt, panic settling in once you both realize the compromising position you’re currently in. Jisung was not the problem; your father loved him, said he was the best boy his child could ever pick to date. But his presence as a whole, how he even got in without anyone seeing him knock on the front door was sure to raise many questions you could not answer without revealing Jisung’s secret.

For once, your boyfriend doesn’t linger as your eyes meet, pulling the mask over his head in one swift movement before jumping to his feet.

“Jisung – “ He hushes you, gently pressing a finger to your lips in hopes you won’t panic too much, silently encouraging you to breathe and stop your frantic search for a place to hide. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest, scared he’d be found out and harshly ripped away from your side, reported to the police for invading random people’s homes. Your father was not the biggest Spiderman fan, claiming he was nothing but a smug troublemaker who enjoyed showing off a little too much. Now, finding said Spiderman in his child’s room would surely send him into a frenzy of rage you didn’t want to witness.

Once your breathing slows down, Jisung gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and webbing out of the room through the same window he came in, just as the door swings open.

“Darling?” Your father asks, stepping in to look around, a little confused. “Were you talking to someone?”

Quick to react, maybe even a little too quick, you point to your abandoned phone on the desk, shifting your weight from one foot to the other while clearing your throat. “Jisung and I were doing our homework.”

“Ah, I thought I heard him in here.” He nods, pleased with your answer, blind to the anxiety that had you break out in a cold sweat. “Sorry for interrupting. Do you want your favorite for dinner?”

When you agree with a smile, he leaves whistling, happy to be on his way and prepare dinner for his loved ones, saying he’ll call you downstairs in an hour or so.

Relief floods you once the door closes, knees almost giving out as all the tension leaves your body gradually. Just as your breathing returns to normal, you then hurry to the window, sticking your head out in search of your slippery boyfriend while checking every rooftop and high place in the vicinity.

You take a step back with a sigh when you can’t spot him, greatly disappointed. Has something happened in the short period it took to get rid of your father, pulling Jisung in the direction of another fight to ensure the safety of the city? Hopefully, that was not the case. But then, did that mean he got bored of waiting and left for good, too impatient to return to you?

Turning your back to the window, you ignore the chill that sneaks in and consider returning to your homework. Maybe Jisung will call later and explain, or you’ll just call him yourself after dinner. There had to be a reason for his absence, and you’ll try to appear unbothered if it turns out that reason was you.

“Boo.”

You whip around so fast that your eyes almost jump out of their sockets and escape out the window when Jisung appears before you, hanging by a thread from the ceiling, with a wide grin visible even through the thick mask.

“Hi, baby, what’s with the long face?”

You frown, still a little startled but approach nonetheless. “I thought you left me for good.”

He’s surprised, you can tell by the way his whole body tenses, and not from the effort of keeping himself upside down. “I am literally nothing without you, that would never happen for as long as I live.”

“And even after I pass, my ghost will keep you company until we can be together again in the afterlife.” He adds, sighing. “Do you not know me at all?”

The fact that he was so certain he would be the first one to depart from this world was chilling, to say the least. Still, the reassurance makes you feel a tiny bit better. Jisung will always return to you, no matter what, clinging to your connection for as long as he lived and even beyond, confident the red string of fate that tied you together won’t allow you to ever lose each other.

Jisung beckons you closer with a lone finger, holding on to his web with one hand, still insisting on remaining upside down for some unknown reason. When you’re close enough, his free arm wraps around your shoulders and drags you forward, almost closing the small gap between you.

“Sorry.” You murmur, a little embarrassed for jumping to conclusions just like that, forgetting the love your boyfriend carried for you everywhere he went, protecting it from evil while also counting on it to lead him down the right path, away from darkness and destruction. He tilts your head up, finger under your chin gently, and you’re left staring into big, stitched-on eyes.

“None of that, angel.” He shakes his head, managing to nudge your nose with his and spread the warmth in your chest throughout your whole body. “Kiss me and all is forgiven.”

You raise an eyebrow as it all clicks in your head. This was his plan from the beginning, hence why he never bothered to drop down and greet you properly. Typical Jisung, leave it to him to create random circumstances just to get a kiss instead of asking for one, like a normal person would. He loved being spoiled after all and he knew you loved complying, finding his menace tendencies too endearing to ever say no.

So without further ado, you do exactly what he expects and has been daydreaming about for days on end – nimble fingers reach for his mask and pull gently, afraid your touch alone might hurt him somehow when in reality, it’s the only one that does the opposite. You stop right before his nose, playfully squeezing and blocking his airways as your way of getting back at him, letting go and bringing your lips to his before he can even begin protesting.

You cup his cheeks, a little awkward, his arm still around your shoulders as you slowly kiss, drowning in each other and the waterfall of love that never and will never run out. Your tongues meet, and the kiss quickly becomes heated and wet, much more intense than either of you is used to. Maybe after all this time, the love started to overflow, making it impossible to control yourselves and your urges. Not like you minded, obviously delighted at this newfound passion as you can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Jisung is the first to pull away, and you can’t help but vocalize your protest when you notice a thin string of saliva still connecting your lips, almost like you’ve been glued together for so long that separating was out of the question, the sight making your head spin.

Yet, this brief moment allows him to drop down and scop you into his arms, your legs hugging him by the waist instantly as Jisung removes his mask and dives in again, kissing you like he needs it more than the air to breathe. His tongue is teasing yours again, lips feverish as you occasionally bite down just to hear the sweet sounds that escape him, all the groaning and huffing that indicate all of his restrain hangs by a thin spider web.  

“I could kiss you forever.” He breathes between quick pecks, eyes hazy as he stares at you beneath thick eyelashes. “Will you let me?”

He didn’t even need to ask. You’d let Han Jisung mold you into whatever he desired if that meant he’d stay happy for all eternity, for whatever was good for him, was also good for you.

But for now, forever will last until dinner is ready and your dad will barge into your room again, shooing the love bubble you and your boyfriend resided in away from prying eyes, out the open window.

And just because you can never be away from him for too long, Jisung will have to use the door and be invited inside as your boyfriend, and not as Spiderman.

tagging: @jisunggy <3

[txttletale]

what are some things you like about fnv?

so much! i like the character writing, i think every companion is well-written and compelling--i like the extremely tight and overarching but (mostly) unforced focus on theme. 'let go, begin again' gets said verbatim maybe a bit too much in dead money but it's also the theme of all the other DLC and every individual companion quest and the most popular of the four main story paths and i think that kind of broad coherence really shines. i love the quest and world design, i love how many different skills will pop up in conversation because it lets you genuinely roleplay, getting the option to e.g. tell dog the cage must be locked from the inside or bypass difficult combat encounters because you have a high lockpicking skill makes you feel like your character is an expert lockpicker in a way that just being able to get optional loot sometimes just doesn't--i love how you will be directed to important or interesting locations from multiple quests, how all these places interconnect.

and i also deeply love how fnv's world is a world of history and people, not of facts and lore. you can kill caesar and kimball and their factions don't just explode without them--and you will hear multiple, contradictory takes from people in the world about how those deaths will impact those factions. if you kill caesar, house says it won't matter at all, boone says he has successors, ulysses and some NCR guys say it'll collapse the legion, and you never really get to know for sure. and so much about the world is like this, stuff you can get endless perspectives on and no single authoritative 'neutral' information. and in that line i love how the world is more than those people! how the world is much more than you., as impactful as the courier can be, the world reacting and moving and changing is prioritized over absolute player freedom to Experience Content--i love that, for instance, if you're vilified by the NCR before House gives you the quest to protect kimball, he just says "they're not going to let you get close to them, we'll just have to let him die" and then you can't do that quest and kimball dies! little shit like that makes new vegas' world feel real instead of warping around wikis and lore bibles and the protagonist.

so yeah i like a lot about fnv! i am a bit more vocal about my criticisms just bc quite frankly i think all of the things i like are things most people like and i see people saying basically all of this every time the game is brought up while i don't see people talk about the stuff i think is weird/bad as much. and i'm naturally inclinced to like, say whatever i think my more original trhoughts are so i'm not just adding to a chorus. but i do love fnv a lot

[ghostssweetgirl]

So, here’s the request lol

Fem reader x Ghost

Reader zones out a lot, doesn’t zone back in for awhile and keeps unfocusing their eyes. Ghost sees this and takes care off them.

Would be interesting to seee how König handles this too but that can be a post for another day lol

Have fun and stay hydrated hun 🤍

i'll be damned, i'm zoned out most of the time myself 😂 and i'm sure a lot of people relate as well, it's like i'm here but i'm not here lol. here have both 🤗

Reader x Ghost + König | How They React to You Zoning Out Often

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Even before you two were together, he noticed how you'd... go somewhere else. You'd sit there and stare off into space, in deep thought? No, you wish it was just deep thoughts. You couldn't really help your dissociation.

Sometimes you could respond to a quick question, but most times, you really were in another world.

He'd gently tap you on your shoulder and bring you back with his soft voice. "Lovie. Hey, come back to me. 'S alright."

Here lately though, it's gotten worse. You catch yourself zoning out more than usual, your eyes unfocusing as well.

You'd been sitting in the living room watching one of your favorite shows. Ghost walks in from work, happily greeting his lovely wife whom he loves coming home to. He took a shower and changed into casual clothes before he joined you, but when he walked in his happy expression turned into a worried one.

"Babe?" he called out, sitting next to you. No response. "Y/N...?"

You were staring off into space, not unusual, but you weren't responding - physically or verbally. He reached out to rub your back. You didn't even flinch. Just a few moments ago, you greeted him happily, even smiled at him. He leaves the room for a few minutes and comes out to you like this. It always worries him.

He sighs before he gets up and turns the lights off, closes the blinds to a point there's not much sunlight coming in and he shuts off the TV. He kneels down in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

"Y/N, doll, hey..." he reaches up to cup your cheek. Your expression still blank, though your eyes move, he leans up and places a loving kiss on your forehead. You finally start to come back and you take in a deep breath. "There she is, my sweet girl. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you smiled. You're not exactly sure why you do this, it slightly worries you but it's clear it worries Ghost more than it does yourself.

"I get so worried about you," he sighed. "There has to be something or somewhere we can go to see what's goin' on, is there?"

"Probably," you nervously laughed. "But there's not much they can do about it... I don't like doctors... or any of that sort."

"Regardless, I'll be here for you," he smiled. "I love you no matter what and I'll always take care of you."

König

Before you got together, he thought he had upset you the first time you zoned out. You two were having an at-home date, and you zoned out in the middle of your meal. You didn't mean to, it just happened.

Once you opened up, he made it a point to make every environment as comfortable as possible in hopes it would help lessen your moments.

He was so sweet and understanding about it, too.

He'd kiss all over your face and hold you so tight until you came back to him.

He had taken you out on an evening picnic, away from people, but close enough to take in the view of the beautiful lake as the sun was setting and you watched some ducklings and their mothers waddle into the lake.

You both finished your food and here you were laying in between his legs, back against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder while you talked about nature and how it was such a beautiful night.

"It's not as beautiful as my Maus," he complimented you while he kissed your forehead.

You giggled, humming in response before you both fell in a comfortable silence.

Moments flew by, it was getting dark, but you didn't know that at the time.

"Maus? Maus?" his voice echoed, although you couldn't make out his words.

"Oh, Meine Liebe (my love)," he cooed as he gently grabbed behind your knees, now cradling you as he placed soft kisses all over your face. "I'm right here. It's gonna be okay."

He rubbed your cheeks, rocking you back and forth in his big arms, shushing and cooing at you, trying everything to bring you back. He kept his eyes on yours, which were focusing and unfocusing, slightly darting back and forth but he knew that you were zoning out.

"Oh, my dear," he smiled, rubbing your cheek faster as he saw your eyes start to flutter, blinking rapidly to wet your eyes that hadn't blinked for a good moment. "Is she okay? Do you feel alright? Let's get you back home."

"Mhm," you lazily agreed, looking up at your boyfriend who made you feel so safe even in these vulnerable moments. There was no one else in the world you'd rather zone out around; with him, you were safe no matter the state you were in.

A/N - This was actually very comforting to me personally! I know zoning out isn't the exact same for everyone but I only hope I captured this well. Thank you for the request @almightywdm <3

[deadqueerboys]

Kiss me, you know they'll love it!

Headcanons: Kissing them on stream.

Pairing: Wilbur x Reader, Tubbo x M! Reader, Quackity x Reader. (Separate).

Wilbur Soot:

First of all, he knew what he was doing. It was just a normal minecraft stream. This got him kinda bothered after a while. And he knew what he had to do to take this bother out of him.

Wilbur says to chat: "Holy.. oh, fuck.. i'm going to the bathroom guys, i'll be right back." He pretends he mutes and turns off the camera, we know he's a good actor.

He calls you, and since the moment you enter the room, he stairs at you with puppy eyes. You ask him why he is looking at you like that, Wilbur just smiles and places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Will.. aren't they seeing it?"

Wilbur simply doesn't care. He didn't node or deny it. He just got up and put his hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

Chat goes crazy! A lot of people freaking out, they didn't even know he was dating someone.

After he does it, he also pretends to turn the camera and mic on so he can see everybody going crazy again.

"I'm back chat.. did I lose something?" He asked with a smirk.

Tubbo:

It's a late night stream, not a qsmp one, just a normal and chaotic as usual. Tubbo is doing something on his laptop. It's been a while since he's all quiet. Worried, you knocked on the door, calling him;

"Hi babe, what u doing?"

He explains to you something that doesn't matter how much he says, you'll never understand. When he looks at you, his eyes shine, making a dumb but cute smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that dickhead.." You ask, in seconds, he's stood up, hugging you, making you stay closer to him before he kept giving you kisses.

It's so lovely!!!!!

"Stop being mean with me. You're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and finally kisses you on the lips, a very calm kiss for his natural exited way of being.

"So.. is this camera on?" "Oh.. shit."

He doesn't really care. If you're weak or shorter than him, he gonna take you on his lap, he kept giving you kisses until he get tired, which never happens, or until some giftsub appear on the stream he notices that or he turn the stream off or he let you go.

Now that people know you guys are dating, he'll make sure to bring you sometimes to make a stream with him, always being clingy.

If somebody on the chat flirts with you, he'll be pissed off, not just pissed off, but.. wow. He started to complain about it all the time. Even out of live, he's not the jealous type, but God, he's offended!

Quackity:

He doesn't care.

"Oh, but they'll see us and.." Stfu. He. Doesn't. Care.

Quackity puts you on his lap while streaming, giving you a tight hug.

Small kisses around your cheeks and neck.

Arms are always around you.

He does the possible for talking in your language, so if it is English that cracked fucked up voice comes out, whispering nasty things on your ear.

And, as you guys know, some even more nasty things for you if you speak spanish or portuguese.

I can imagine a pretty "Ah, é? Você sentiu falta de mim hoje..? Eu tenho certeza que posso fazer você se sentir melhor.." In portuguese while he bites the your ear, slowly and teasy.

Or a simple "Mhm, te ves tan bien usando esa ropa, apuesto a que te gustaría verme besarte a través de ella." Coming from him with an innocent smile.

And again, "What if they hear it?" He. Doesn't. Care.

He cares only about you and you feeling good receiving cuddles from him.

Normally, the chat is accustomed to it, just saying things like;

"Come on, man!!!"

"Please, Quackity, can we keep going with the stream?"

"Oh, well, we're losing him.."

He smiles and gives you a big kiss before letting you go. He stayed in a good mood for the rest of the night.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Historical Inaccuracies Of My Main Fandom and Favorite Movie, Crimson Peak

The costumes are EVERYTHING. That being said...Edith's daywear is a lot more 1895 than 1901. It's an amazing 1895! Truly glorious 1895! But it IS a bit behind, time-wise.

Especially for a woman, wearing clothing that was about 20 years out of date if you needed people to think you Respectable was just. Not done. It didn't have to be absolutely cutting-edge, but it had to be reasonably current in silhouette to not stand out in a bad way. Sorry, Lucille- I like Natural Form better than 1895 OR 1901, too.

The age of majority in the UK in the 19th century was 21, not 18. This wouldn't matter much EXCEPT THAT. If you look at the dates on various onscreen documents, the timeline works only if Thomas rescued Lucille from the asylum when he was 18. And would not have legally been able to do that.

Not mentioning the 1901 World's Fair in Buffalo isn't exactly wrong but considering the President of the United States got assassinated there...it's just a bit of an odd omission.

At the depot, Edith is shown wearing her skirt and petticoat over what looks like the top part of a chemise or combinations. Her skirts shouldn't fit properly without a corset on; even if she's not tightlacing (as most women didn't), the change in fat distribution and the fat that bodices and waistbands tended to be as tight as possible against one's corset means that this just wouldn't work. I'm not sure how it DID work given that both lead actresses were wearing corsets for the filming, actually...

This is a note for the character bios not the movie proper, but GDT mentions Carter's father fighting in the American Civil War. If Carter is 60 in 1901, he was born in 1841 and therefore more than old enough to fight himself. (Interestingly, that makes him 36 when Edith was born, and assuming he met Eleanor after the war and she was 18 when they eloped, as the bios state, he must be at least six years her senior- clearly Edith was following a family pattern in marrying a man 10 years older than her). Of course, the ages and years in the bios are all over the place anyway- that one just particularly stood out to me.

[sundrop-writes]

i know it's one of the lesser voted ones, but i'm really excited for trouble is!! your fics are so good. take your time ofc, you're super awesome! <3

thank you so much!!!

I am honestly surprised that Trouble Is is one of the lesser voted ones. I thought it would be popular just on the basis of it being Sex Pollen. And because TMR seems to have a big active fanbase on Tiktok? There are a lot of edits for it? There are a lot of edits for it, with new ones being posted often. That's how I got inspired to get into my own personal TMR renaissance

Thomas is really hot as played by Dylan, and I am surprised that more people wouldn't be excited by the idea of a Sex Pollen fic starring him.

Anyway - the content of the votes don't really matter to me, because all the fics are finished in my drafts and will be posted at some point. And because you're excited about it, I have decided that I'm gonna post a little preview of the fic just for you <3

Trouble Is... - FANFIC PREVIEW

Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sex pollen - which means dubious consent (but in the full fic it's implied that the characters have pre-existing feelings for each other, therefore they want to have sex with each other very badly, the sex pollen just distracts them from the existing dangers of their world); WCKD drugging the characters with sex pollen for nefarious purposes; chemically induced arousal (to an extreme); there is no explicit sex in this section just mentions of sexual arousal and sexual attraction between the characters; implications of scent kink (from Thomas toward the reader; I think that's it for this section? It's not mentioned here, but Thomas and the reader are being trapped/held in a room against their will (which they are distracted from by the sex pollen chemicals in their systems).

...

All that I know is I just can’t say ‘no’ to you - funny how things never change.

All that I wanted was just to get over you.

Trouble is - I can’t find a way. You’re part of me.

Trouble is - you’re part of me.

...

“Chemical compound LI69 has been distributed.”

“How long until the subjects feel the effects?” 

“Effects will be immediate. Symptoms should be noticeable in ten to twenty minutes. Desired outcome will be inevitable within twenty four hours.” 

“Good. Keep bi-hourly notes. I want a full report.” 

...

He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before, but he could even smell you in the air. Your natural smell was something so prominent in the air - shamefully, something he knew so damn well, something he had memorized and treasured close when his memories had still been so few and his head had still been so empty. Hugging you those first few times, he had tucked his nose into your hair and greedily whiffed deep breaths of your scent, absolutely loving how you were sweet, soapy - even if you were slightly sweaty from a long day of work, your natural scent was so damn perfect for him. 

It was a smell that he loved so dearly - on top of everything else that he loved about you. 

This time that wonderful scene that he knew as you had something else underlying with it - something needy and pungent that he wouldn’t quite know yet was arousal. But it was bringing back that feeling of anxious insanity that he had been boiling with earlier that day. The feeling that made him practically crawl out of his own skin, feeling like he needed to get to you. 

Here, now, being in this room with you - he still didn’t feel close enough. He still didn’t feel as though that anxious thing inside of him, calling out for you had been answered. Not yet. 

He had the urge to reach out and pull you close, hold you in his arms again, but he had a feeling that he would squeeze you tight and not want to let go - and then he would lose focus on getting you out of this room and to a safe place. And that just wouldn’t do. 

“Thomas - your shirt…” You whispered the words on the edge of your breath, as though you were breaking some terrible secret by speaking it aloud. 

He had almost forgotten that he had stripped off his shirt in such a haste - and the fabric was now clutched tightly in his shaking fist. Unconsciously, he was directing all of his energy to that point, furiously focusing on his grip to help himself resist the urge to reach out and grab you. 

He hadn’t yet noticed the way you were looking at him. Your eyes hungrily raking over his bare torso, scanning over every inch of him from the muscles that bulged in his biceps while he moved to the veins protruding in his forearms to the trail of delicious dark hair that disappeared down into his pants. He thought nothing of taking off his shirt in front of you, because it was something he had done plenty of times before while working in the gardens with you (as a leader in the Glade, you had rotated jobs a lot, going wherever a spare hand was needed) - and you certainly hadn’t looked at him with anything resembling hunger in your eyes back then. 

At least, he thought you hadn’t. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled out, worried that he had made you uncomfortable by stripping so casually in front of you. “I just find it really warm in here - do you find it hot?” 

He moved on, hating that nagging heat, almost as if it was crawling under his skin - something so much different from the warm sun of the Glade. This was a heat bubbling inside of him, pin-pricking all over his skin from the inside out. He wondered if this was what a fever felt like. Was he getting sick? Was he going to get you sick?

He felt another thick bead of sweat roll down his face and he used his balled up shirt to wipe it off. 

“I guess?” You huffed out, seeming irritated. “Maybe.” 

You squirmed on the spot and let out a pained sound, something that had Thomas on high alert once again. 

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked, purposefully locking his knees to keep himself from jumping toward you. 

If he was getting sick, then invading your personal space wouldn’t be a good idea. In fact - he made it a point to take a step back, keeping his eyes locked on you, keeping a protective watch over you while his back became flush with the metal of the door. It was a pleasantly cooling sensation for a moment before the fever inside of him overpowered it - reminding him just how boiling hot he was.  “It hurts.” You told him, your voice dissolving into a pained whine - shamefully, the sound rocked Thomas, and flooded him with something that could have only been described as arousal.

Fuck.

[itsgiovanna]

proud of you

pairing: fem!f1driver for mercedes x mason mount

type: one-shot

requested: yes

summary: can you please write an imagine where y/n is an f1 driver and she just won her first championship from max for the first time and she drives for mercedes. mason tells how proud he is of her and how much he loves her (...)

notes: f1 and mason, everything i need. i changed some things from the request so it’d match the time of the season when the last race happens. btw: i'm not an expert on f1 strategies so it's probably lame, lol. also, there might be a pt.2, there might not… let me know in the comments! :)

warnings: fluff and more fluff, that’s all.

As soon as you’ve entered the paddock in Abu Dhabi, journalists gathered around trying to take pictures of you, being the first woman in F1, since 1976, completely changed things. From people wanting to know who you’re dating to the press speculating about the future in the Mercedes-AMG team alongside the Seventh-Time World Champion, Lewis Hamilton. He’s been someone you’ve created a friendship with, not to mention the fact that he’s a legend and you’re privileged to be learning from him. Also, he’s the reason you’re dating Mason, after he threw a party at his apartment in London you’ve got to know the Manchester United’s footballer and found out Mason is one of the most kind and gentle guy you’ve ever met, it’s been two years since you’ve met and it’s your 2nd year driving for Mercedes, everything happened fast and now you’re battling for the 1st place in the championship against Max Verstappen.

“Darling.” you’re quickly embraced by your mom’s arms in a tight hug. “We’re so proud of you, Y/N.” she says, looking at your dad.

“Thank you, mom.” you’re smiling, remembering all the things they’ve sacrificed so you’d be in F1. It’s worth it, and it’s all for them.

"It's gonna be alright, kid." your dad says, he knows you're nervous and they're too, anything is possible, in a bad way, when you're driving a car at 372.5 km per hour. "You're the best out there, sweetheart. It's a matter of time until you're winning that throphy, we'll always love you, regardless of what happens, Y/N."

"Shit, this is too much, dad." you're practically crying, but it's true, they've always been here, cheering when you're winning or supporting when you're losing.

"We love you, honey. You've been amazing this season. Have fun. Ok?"

"I love you." after a hug on both of them, you're off to the garage. It's showtime, and you're definitely not missing this one.

(...)

"Hey, you." Lewis greeted as soon as you've entered the garage.

"Hi, Lew." you're trying to be calm, despite the fact that the race is in twenty minutes, but he notices you're not 100% as you're used to be in other days.

"What's wrong?" he says, putting his phone away to properly look at you.

"I had a fight with Mason last night." you admitted, quietly, as if saying it out loud might make it more real. "I can't concentrate, Lewis. I'm terrified of what's going to happen out there today. It's not like the other races, it's the last one and I'm competing for the championship!" you're saying everything at once, taking the weight off your shoulders.

"Hey, it's ok." he hugs you as soon as you're having difficulties to breath. "It's natural to have worries, especially before a big race like this. But you're an incredible driver, and you've got the skill to win this. Whatever's going on with Mason, we'll figure it out later. Right now, focus on the track. Ok?" you've nodded, anxiety beginning to decrease. And, he was right. You couldn't let personal problems overshadow professional commitments, it's something you've always been grateful for: his friendship. While you've been emotional these past two years, Lewis is the balance for it, being rational, but caring. "If you ever need to talk or just take your mind off things, I'm here. We're a team, and that means supporting each other, on and off the track."

"Thank you, Lewis. I appreciate it more than everything, really." you've managed to give him a smile.

(...)

Mark, one of the engineers, tapped his tablet, bringing up the data from the previous races and the specifics of the circuit. "The circuit here in Abu Dhabi is known for it's challenging corners and long straights." he explained, his fingers dancing over the screen. "We've seen that tire management will be crucial, and the pit strategy needs to be timed perfectly."

"I need a car that's agile in the corners but fast on the straights. We need to find the perfect balance." you've said, getting approval from the other engineers.

"We're leaning towards starting on the hard tires to build a gap and switching to the soft, it'll probably give us the edge." Bono's voice echoes in the room. "And we'll need to be flexible with the pit strategy, especially if the weather complicates things. We'll be monitoring it throughout the race, though."

"Remember, you've got an incredible team behind you, but this race comes down to you. Max is going to push hard, and we'll need to be ready for any surprises. We believe in your abilities, and we know you can do this, Y/N." Toto spoke up, his voice unwavering.

You could feel the weight of the championship, but you're ready for the challenge. The teamwork, the strategy, and the unwavering support of your team brought you to this. You know that, together, you're predestined win.

"Let's execute it flawlessly, and let's win this championship." the team cheered, giving the confidence that you've been searching for.

(...)

The season had been a rollercoaster of emotions and challenges, but now it all came down to this race, the championship is at stake and the anticipation in the air is apparent. Everything you've worked for, the sacrifices, the late nights in the simulator, it's all worth it now.

You've glanced over at the other side of the grid, Verstappen is already in his car. He's a tough competitor, known for his aggressive driving style and determination, the battle between the two of you've become legendary, with fans around the world excited to see who's gonna win.

Then, as the lights went out and the race beggins, the thrill of the acceleration and the deafening noise of the engines filled your senses. The first few laps are difficult but you've managed to get a good position, overtaking competitors and focusing on Max, who's in front of you, not too far. The race progresses, and the championship battle intensifies. He's a relentless opponent, matching every move you've made. At any moment, the fight for the trophy could've been over. But you won't let pressure take over. With each turn, you're more confident. You've found rhythm and the car is responding to the commands, and is at it's limit.

As the final laps of the race approached, you've made the move. There it is, the opening. A shot to pass Max, and you've took it. The crowd erupted in cheers as you've surged, the two cars racing side by side, inches apart. It's the battle of the century, a test of skill and determination. With the checkered flag in sight, you've gave it all. Powering past the Three-Time World Champion, and crossing the finish line, the sound of the crowd erupting in Abu Dhabi. You've done it. You're the first woman to win an F1 championship, in the most amazing way, it's history for the books.

Tears of joy filled your eyes as you've slowed the car and got out, putting the arms in the air as the people cheered, Lewis is right behind, conquering the 3rd place on the race, and as soon as he looks at you, you're practically jumping on him with a hug.

"You've done it, Y/N!" he holds your helmet. "And, it's fucking amazing!"

"Thank you, Lew. I couldn't win the championship without you." you're crying, looking at him through the helmet's visor.

Then, you've rushed to the team, the ones who had worked tirelessly to make this dream a reality. The mechanics, the engineers, the strategists, they're all waiting with smiles, giving a tight hug, celebrations filling the air. Next, you've looked out for Toto, who believed in you from the beginning. He embraced you warmly, his eyes filled with pride. "You're a champion, Y/N!" he said, his voice choked with emotion.

In the end, on the the podium, the British National Anthem played, and the championship trophy was given to you, under the watchful eyes of the world, you've finally raised it, jumping on the stand, screaming to the top of your lungs, you're a champion now and someone who's gonna be the inspiration for future generations of women in racing, seeing the team, your mom and dad, the crowd... it's the most happy you've ever been.

Then your eyes've found something way too important to shrug off. Mason. He's got a smile on his face, probably tears in his eyes and you couldn't be happier to look at him. As you've met at the edge of the track, you've took off the helmet and gloves along the way, then jumped on him, hugging him tight and totally unconcerned about the fact that you've kissed while there's hundreds of photographers looking at both of you.

"I'm so proud of you, love." he says as he's wiping the tears from your face. "I'm sorry, I didn't think straight last night, Y/N. You're too important to me and I..."

"Mason, it's ok. You're here, and this is my greatest victory, you." his heart swelled with emotion as he's gazing back at you.

"I've loved you from the moment we met, and that love has only grown with time. But today, seeing you out there, I realized that my love for you isn't just about being with you. It's about believing in you, admiring your strength and determination, and celebrating your victories as if they were my own." tears welled up in your eyes as you've felt the depth of his affection and the sincerity in his words.

“I love you, you’re everything to me.” you kissed him with passion, Mason’s hands on your waist and photographers flashing what was about to be the photo on your phone’s screen.

“I won’t let go of you, ever.” he says, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t, I’ll pretty much enjoy that.” you're laughing, feeling him closer.

In that quiet, heartfelt moment amidst the noises of the track, you've affirmed both of the love you've got, a love that is as powerful as any victory on the track. You're celebrating the championship, not only with the world, but with the love of your life, Mason.

(...)

[quiteliterallyilliterate]

I saw your post and I think to ask you for a Yandere! Wild but Imagine this, isekai! Reader doesn't know anything about him or his game, is only a confused person who doesn't know how he got to this place.

Anyway, thanks for read this and sorry for my bad English, My first lenguaje is spanish and I'm not very sure for my English.

Order up!

I genuinely really like this idea so this was a lot of fun to write.

Enjoy!~

Tw: Yandere, obsessive, mentions of murder

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Long past were the days Link would protect anyone but himself. In the aftermath of the calamity, villagers were weary of those who traversed the land and of good reason. Many who did were simply were insane with the thought of leaving their inconsequential little hamlet to see the shattered world. Hatred for fellow man ran rampant, but the crazed look in the eyes of few who’ve lost themselves to Hyrule, Link couldn’t blame people’s cautiousness. Besides, it simply wasn’t within in his best interest being a protector anymore. There wasn’t much to really speak about the issue— Zelda probably would have if she were here, but she wasn’t, so blissful silence stood. He held no love in his heart for the people of Hyrule, much as they had none for him. They turned their backs on him, and so he does similarly to them. But you… you weren’t of Hyrule. So it was only natural to him that you’d be the exception.

Sent to him by strings of blue light, you awoke confused at first. You knew nothing of the lands nor people he spoke of, and eventually reached the conclusion that, you too were out of place in the world that now was. He couldn’t simply leave you at Hateno —they were cautious to accept him, they would never accept you as you are— so, instead, he just had to keep you. He played knight once before, so had hard could it truly be. So while you attuned yourself to your reality —while still ripping away for a chance back home, one he simply couldn’t permit— all he had to do was kill what turned their blades on you. It was rhythmic and mindless. But, as it turns out, He found it oddly more enjoyable to play knight when there was someone to kiss his wounds better after busting ass so you’d be safe. In reality it was you that made it worthwhile, not the work. You’d brush his hair and braid it so it wouldn’t mat, whispering stories of your home. Stories that much resembled myths with how far they were out of his hands. Stories you spoke through tight lips as he smiled. Stories that filled his head long after you stopped speaking. He’s never been much keen on people —or were they never keen on him?— and yet he couldn’t grapple if it was normal to feel this much over your friends.

His devotion to you was rooted deep within him, stiff and unwavering. It wound through his battered heart, patching it whole. As time passed and the roots grew deeper and deeper, lodging themselves more and more, he found his line of work expand. Monsters caused a threat, sure, but that begs the question— what really is a monster? That man who was following you? No way to tell what was going through his head. But it was better you’d be safe rather than him being alive. The mean shopkeep, patronising you for not fitting into a tunic? She’d ought to be nicer now she has no tongue. Homeless man lunging at your ankle? Can’t beg if he has no hands. All in the matter of keeping you safe. Hyrule was a very, very dangerous place. But you were lucky to have the Hero at your bidding. He waited on your call, on your order. Especially since you always made it worth it in ways of food and whatnot. He’d have given you his heart unseasoned if it meant you’d give him a kiss on the cheek. He’d forge the ring if it’d mean you’d marry him. He’d build a house where no man nor monster could find it so you’d live safe. He’d kill ganon a million times over so long as he could fall into your arms afterwards. You must understand how much he loves you. The time and care he’s put in, the blood he’s spilt in your name, he loves you. So much. Too much. Too much to let you go home to your stories. Your home is with him now.

[kisses-for-you]

Return - Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine X Fem!Reader

Summary: Jill finally comes back to you after being away for a mission.

Word Count: 716

Jill was a bit hesitant to open the door of your new apartment. She hadn't seen you since starting her mission.

It was late at night. Probably somewhere around 1 am. Jill knew you were probably asleep but she couldn't wait to see you finally, after all these weeks.

Once she opened the door, she walked in and closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it. She took off her grey wool cardigan, draping it against the couch and just calling out to see if you were awake. "Hello?"

You ran down the stairs as fast as you could without falling. You could recognise that voice anywhere.

"Jill?" you ask, looking up to be met with the sight of your beautiful fiancee. You had to make sure it was her.

She smiles as she looks at you. You had stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey there, beautiful. Surprised that I survived?"

You wrap your arms around her neck, holding her in a tight hug. "No. I knew you'd make it." Your girlfriend was strong. You knew she'd always find a way back to you, no matter what.

She chuckles and pulls you into a proper embrace, giving you a light kiss on the cheek. After she pulled back, she placed her hands on your hips. "Oh? And how did you know I'd survive?"

"Because you're one of the strongest people I know," you respond, looking up at her, smiling. While doing this, you also slightly check her out. You just couldn't help it.

Jill blushes, a bit of red blushing forming on her cheeks. "Oh come on, you're making me blush."

She smiles, leaning in even closer to you, taking in your scent that she missed so much while she was gone. "I'm just glad I made it back to you though," she tells you.

"Me too... I love you, Jill." You close the distance between you two as you lean in to kiss her. She grins and meets your lips with her own, kissing you deeply and passionately. It had been so long since you kissed and she was glad it was happening now. She then starts to slowly guide you to the couch, pushing lightly on your lower back.

"I love you too... Now, we have a LOT of catching up to do."

You spent a long time on that couch, catching up on all of the things that you both had missed over the past couple of weeks. As you spoke, Jill's gaze was full of admiration and love. She had a natural charm to her and you were slightly distracted with how hot she was.

After a while, Jill notices how you're starting to look visibly tired. "Hey, why don't you rest your head on my lap? You look really tired." Jill smiles and gently pats your shoulder, motioning for you to sit on her lap. "It's okay, Y/N."

She looks at you with a look of concern as she sees the dark circles under your eyes. You had stayed up late again, wondering when you'd next see your fiancee, or if you would even see her. The lack of sleep was finally getting to you.

You didn't need to be told twice as you lay your head in her lap. You felt a lot more relaxed and comfortable now. After just a couple of seconds of resting your head, you fall asleep on Jill's lap. Jill gently wraps her arms around you and strokes your hair with one of her hands.

After another hour of stroking your hair, Jill eventually whispers towards you. "Y/N... Y/N, sweetheart? Wake up, you have to go to sleep in the bed."

She then tries to wake you up, gently shaking your shoulder, hoping it would work. After about a minute or so, she decides that it's pointless. So, she stands up and lifts you in her arms. She carries you bridal style, into the bedroom.

She tucks you nicely into the bed, before getting into it herself. Once she gets in, she starts playing with the hair on your head, just wanting to admire your natural beauty. Eventually, she feels herself drifting off to sleep as well. She falls asleep with you safe and protected in her arms.

[kyndredravenstories]

Eyes of Infinity: Delirium Chapter 1

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/148132144

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

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Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong people. Wrong everything.

Wrong wrong wrong.

I never should have volunteered to go on this trip!

Over and over, that mantra loops in my mind, cranking up the pressure of my rising anger so tight that my teeth grind together painfully. Sulking in a petulant silence, I wrap the worn hotel quilt tighter around my shoulders to keep out the chill. The furnace is blasting, but it's not enough to warm me up after a thorough dousing in freezing rain. 

I'm on high alert despite my misery. My gaze never strays from the man across from me on the narrow couch. Wariness and suspicion keep my back and shoulders tense even as I shiver in my sodden and frozen clothes. My eyes follow his long fingers as they absentmindedly manipulate the phone screen held between a pair of large hands.

Sharing the raggedy couch with me is none other than Sylus, though his demeanor is a far cry from mine. Despite the glowing and hissing Linkage wrapped like a manacle around his wrist, he sits with his legs crossed and his body relaxed. His blood red eyes take in a virtual Auction on the TV while his free hand makes sales and purchases on his phone.

A gun sits beside him on the armrest, but it doesn't concern me. This man needs no physical weapon to be terrifying. It is his Evol that's the true threat. That, and his ruthless and calculating nature. It's not a struggle to remember just how cruel and merciless he can be, even as he looks perfectly divine and statuesque while sitting still.

Yet, it's not his past or his reputation that has me wringing my hands and forcing myself to breathe deeply in order to stay calm.

It's an internal moral battle that has me on edge - one that's been tormenting me for months.

It's the struggle between knowing I am less than three feet away from the most dangerous man I've ever met and also admitting that I find him impossibly disturbingly attractive. Not just his looks. One doesn't need to have good vision to appreciate this man's allure. It's the conundrum that makes up all that he is.

A dangerous man who has taken lives many times before. A man that forced me to point a gun to his chest and shoot. A man whose mere name is enough to make monsters fall in line. Yet also, a man that's saved my life. A man who smiles at me and teases me. A man I've danced with on more than one pleasant occasion. 

A bottomless, tempting, mystery.

Outside, a storm howls and thunders just like my thoughts. Periodic flashes break through the murky grey skies, each noise grinding on my nerves. I've had a bad day already; worse than bad. But, I dare not wonder how it could possibly get worse. That's what got me in trouble at the train station in the first place when I stepped out into a blizzard without any kind of weather gear to learn that the staff had misplaced my bags and luggage.

I'd wondered, then, how things could get worse.

Precisely one hour after, fate dropped this confounding man into my path. Then, precisely ten minutes after that, our Evols had locked us together.

With a crack of lightning, my patience snaps.

"Oi...Sylus..."

He doesn't look at me as he answers. "What is it?"

His voice is soft, like velvet; he sounds bored, though I'd never been able to read any of his thoughts or predict any of his actions.

I hate how calm he is.

I hate that despite running beneath the rain to make it to the hotel, he seems to be a lot more dry than me. His hair isn't dripping wet like mine, though his grey designer sweatshirt does cling to his muscular chest more than I'm comfortable observing.

I clear my throat.

"You've spent the last two hours calmly bidding on who knows what while we're trapped here. You've bought enough weapons to stock an armory. Just how the hell are you so relaxed?"

Still tapping away on his phone, Sylus maintains a calm and neutral expression. "It's not like there's anything I can do to remove this at the moment," he wiggles his Linked arm, tugging on my own manacle in the process.

I grind my teeth to the point of pain, forcing down my irritation as water drips from my hair onto the quilt. "Fine. Time for you to answer some questions, then."

"Ask away," he hums in that composed and arrogant tone that always riles me up. He sounds about as interested in this conversation as a tired Hunter recruit at orientation. And no wonder; despite the murky weather, it is only 2:00 PM. For Sylus, it's the middle of the night. He's likely exhausted, but I'm not feeling particularly empathetic at the moment.

"First question. I travel to the Arctic, 3688 kilometers away from the N109 Zone. I lose my luggage and get caught in a ferocious rainstorm on my way to the hotel. I then bump into you. Why?"

He finally glances at me, and my heart leaps into my throat when the emptiness in his crimson orbs twinkles with a hint of amusement. The corner of his full lips turns up just enough to transform his expression from annoyed to mildly entertained. On Sylus's face, this looks like a kind of hunger; like a hawk catching sight of a mouse.

"I'm also curious," he drawls, making me squirm in my seat. "I would have thought that the Hunter's Association would take better care of their employees."

I glare at his flippant reply, and he rests the side of his head gracefully on his hand, leaning against the nearby armrest.

"I don't often take vacations, and yet here I saw a familiar face. A lost little dove that needed my protection, if you will."

I huff, wrinkling my nose. "I already told you. I'm the farthest thing from a small animal that needs looking after, especially by a predator like you."

The amusement lingers in his gaze, and I press on.

"Second question. I'm here for a symposium with the Arctic Hunters in this hotel. What about you? Are you here to turn yourself in?"

"You didn't book the entire hotel. I have the money, and they had a vacant room. Why can't I stay here?"

His calm and steady logic sours my mood even farther. Seething now, I raise my Linked arm.

"Third question. Why does this blasted tether's duration increase every single time?" My anxiety eats away at my bravado, and my voice wavers. "What if it doesn't go away when the event starts later tonight?"

Sylus doesn't seem bothered by that prospect. He shrugs, his eyes fading back to those of a bored bystander. "We can go together. Probably."

I can't help it. I snort at his proposal. "Oh yeah, I should definitely introduce my Hunter friends to the renowned leader of Onychinus."

"All you can do is pray for divine intervention, then. Remember piety is key," he advises, his voice overflowing with sarcasm.

I give him a withering glare. "That's rich, coming from you."

Feeling defeated, I stare at the Evol Linkage that's impossible to cut. "This thing didn't bind us together for no reason. There has to be a way to break it."

Sylus tilts his head, frowning. "How? You were asleep the last two times it untethered itself. You even pinned down my arm. It was very inconvenient."

Heat rushes up into my cheeks at the memory. I try not to think about how close I've gotten to this man over the last half a year. To say he makes me uncomfortable is an understatement, mostly because it is not the kind of discomfort one feels when one is close to an enemy. Instead, it's the kind of feeling that makes it impossible to meet his gaze directly for too long. The kind of frustration that has my eyes lingering over his long-legged muscular form far too often.

I hate being close to him. Hate the way his hair, even when mussed, falls perfectly over the side of his face. Hate the sculpted line of his jaw and the attractive ridges and dips of his neck and his shoulders. My fingers squeeze into my palms, remembering how it felt to wrap measuring tape around him during our escapade in the boutique a few weeks back.

"You've been staring at me quietly for some time. Isn't there a fourth question coming?" He leans back against the pillows, and I have to wonder for the hundredth time whether this arrogant and sly man can actually read my mind.

"You have a point, Sylus," I concede. "What if we recreate the circumstances of when the Linkage disconnected itself? We should be able to figure out the trigger, right?"

Sylus glances at his phone, dismissing me. "That sounds more like superstition than science. Do you expect me to lull you to sleep?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

He lets out a short breath, rubbing a furrow between the wings of his graceful eyebrows. Pinching the bridge of his aquiline nose, he waves his hand in the air. Black mist rises up and swishes around the room, shutting all the blackout curtains and leaving us in near darkness. The only light remaining is a small desk lamp. He glances at me, curled up in my quilt as far from him as possible. His eyes glitter as he motions for me to come close.

"Alright, then, sweetie. Time for bed."

There's a sudden intimacy in his voice. It cuts me to the quick, stealing my breath and numbing my mind. I can hardly formulate an immediate response.

"I'll get water on you," I grumble, glad for the darkness; glad he can't see how red my face must be. That's another thing I hate. His pet names for me. At least, I try to hate them. Lately, hearing them makes my heart beat just a little faster.

"I'm not perfectly dry myself," he says, running a large hand down his chest.

"Still..."

"Then you should change. Unless you want to catch a cold."

"My luggage was lost, remember?" I wrap the quilt tighter around myself. "Besides, there's no way I can change while I'm chained to you."

I inwardly curse as I shiver again. This time, Sylus notices. His smile grows, and he gestures for me to approach again.

"Come on, kitten. Last time I checked, I'm not going to melt if I get some water on me." His voice deepens as he adds. "I'll even warm you up."

I squirm in my seat again, now entirely against moving anywhere near him. Something still hangs in the air between us, the same charged atmosphere that I experienced while taking his measurements and asking for his help picking out a dress at the boutique.

Seeing my reluctance, he rubs his fingers on his lips thoughtfully. "Alright, then. Suit yourself. But I somehow doubt you can fall asleep when you're shivering like a rabbit in a snare."

My eyes narrow. "Stop comparing me to small animals. It's rather insulting, considering that I fight just as well as you do."

It's a lie, of course. Sylus's power is incomparable, but I can hold my own at his side for the most part.

I try to cross my arms angrily, but the Linkage stops me. Though I yank hard on the chain, Sylus might as well be a boulder. His wrist doesn't move an inch.

"Just calling it as I see it," he continues to tease, his gaze unyielding and unwavering. "The way you look now," his eyes scan me up and down, "reminds me of a grumpy, hungry, and very tired kitten."

My eyes can't help but follow his hand as he continues to stroke his full lips. Hypnotized, I hardly hear it when he asks me a question in turn.

"You are hungry, aren't you? We've been here several hours, and I doubt someone as frugal as you would have splurged to buy something on the train."

My stomach chooses that moment to let out a rather loud groan of protest. Mortified, I sink into my quilt and look away from him. Sylus chuckles softly.

"I can order room service, at least."

"No!" I rush to stop him when he reaches for his phone. As I lunge for his hand, he grabs my wrist and pulls me into his lap. It's awkward. It's embarrassing. He's as large as a full grown grizzly bear, and he makes me feel completely helpless and tiny when I'm close to him. It's a thrilling kind of feeling, and one that I also really truly want to despise...

...but can't.

I squirm to get away from him, but he holds fast. In moments, I'm settled in his embrace, left with no options for escape.

"Shall I sing you a lullaby?" he asks sarcastically.

"Please don't. Being draped over you like this is bad enough."

We sit in silence for a time, my heart beating faster and faster as his body heat begins to seep into me. He's like a furnace, and soon I start to overheat. His chest undulates with deep steady breaths. His toned abs burn into my back; his huge arm wraps around me, shackling me in place just like the Linkage on my wrist. I can smell his aftershave, and it does terrible things to my rational mind.

"Sylus, I can't do this. I'm uncomfortable. The couch is too small. Let's try something else."

"As if," he sighs then yawns.

With his hand laying casually on my stomach, I can't relax at all. In an attempt to steer myself back in a morally acceptable direction, I run one of my fingers across the back of his hand. His palm is like two of mine. His skin is a mixture of smooth expanse and rough spots at points where it would normally rest against a weapon in combat. His knuckles are rough, too. Realizing that I'm taking liberties, I scramble to move my hands away and mutter an apology.

"Did you find something interesting on my hands?"

"Just remembering how much blood is on them," I say spitefully.

Instantly, I regret my sharp tongue. I squeeze his thumb apologetically and nearly jump out of my skin when his free hand strokes the ends of my hair.

"Then, I suppose it's a good thing you're not squeamish." His voice is softer now, but I don't trust myself to look up at him.

"This really isn't going to work," I tell him again. "Please, Sylus. Let's' try something else."

"I give you an inch...and you take..." his voice drifts off.

Silence, then.

"Sylus?" I whisper in the darkness.

No way. He did not just fall asleep while in the middle of a sentence. The tension drains out of me all at once, and I rest my head against his chest so I can see his face. Sure enough, his eyes are closed, his face relaxed in repose. He's resting the side of his face on the hand that was just stroking my hair, long black lashes fanning out on his regal cheekbones.

He's devastatingly handsome, like an artist sculpted his features from the finest alabaster. 

My chest tightens. All my frustrations aside, to think that a man like Sylus could fall dead asleep in a strange room with a strange woman tethered to him is unthinkable. Either his confidence exceeds my expectations or...

He trusts me.

I let that sink in for a minute, frustrated when the knowledge leaves me even more confused.

In the last six months, we've been through quite a few ordeals and crazy situations together. He's become a rather constant presence in my life, enough for me to worry when I didn't hear from him for several days. Enough, too, for me to dream about tending to his wounds.

But, even after spending all that time with him, I'm still processing all the things he makes me feel.

He scares the hell out of me. But, I feel absolutely safe with him. I can rely on him in a pinch. If I ask him to, he will clear obstacles out of my path. But, too often, he ends up being an obstacle and a source of strife himself.

I stroke the back of his hand with my fingers, making circles as I mumble to myself. "Every time we meet, something bad happens. Usually for me. You must be the harbinger of trouble."

"Hmm?" he stirs, opening his breathtaking red eyes to give me a disapproving look. His brow furrows, sensual lips curving down in mild irritation. "Stop chattering and go to sleep," he rumbles down at me. "This was your idea, after all."

We lapse into silence again, but nothing changes. Now that my head rests against his chest, I can hear his heartbeat. It's slow and steady, but it sounds different than any heartbeat I've heard before. It's almost like there's an echo behind every beat.

His necklace catches my eye, and I can't help but bring my hand up to fiddle with it. I toy with the chain for a moment then slide my finger upwards to the neckline of Sylus's sweatshirt. It's just a normal piece of clothing with a cut that isn't any lower than an average shirt of its type. But, the way it fits on Sylus is borderline criminal. The casual cut leaves his neck and collarbone exposed.

Entranced, I tap the pad of my finger against the base of his throat. His neck is muscular, but also long and graceful. A steady pulse flutters against my fingertip, and I quickly lower my hand, shocked that I allowed myself such liberties. I can't help it, though. This man absolutely confounds me, and despite my best judgement I can't help but want to know everything about him.

I take a deep breath as quietly as I can.

"Sylus, I can't sleep."

"I can," he retorts calmly. "If you'll let me."

In the face of his indifference, my irritation grows. I want to retaliate, but while I'm thinking about a way to do so, one of his eyes opens to look at me.

"Today's patience is wearing thin," he frowns. "Though I don't dislike your explorations, it's better if you just calm down and go to sleep."

A large hand presses my head against his shoulder. My cheek brushes against his sweatshirt, releasing a cloud of scent. Manly. Clean. Sharp.

Calm down? As if!

My heart is thundering in my chest now, and I don't think I can stand being this close to him for another second. I renew my efforts to squirm out of his grasp, my actions greatly annoying my oversized human pillow. In a single powerful motion, Sylus gets to his feet and lifts me into his arms. Not like a princess, but like a sack of potatoes that he practically tosses over his shoulder.

"Put me down," I demand, but he doesn't bother to listen. Two or three steps with his long legs takes us to the bed. He throws me down onto it then leans over me, pressing my Linked wrist into the mattress. His leg settles between mine, and I stop breathing entirely. With my free hand, I push against his shoulder.

His other hand takes control of my wrist, and he guides it down onto the mattress next until I'm completely pinned beneath him. His grip doesn't hurt. He's somehow careful not to cause me pain, yet he is as unyielding as a dam against rushing water.

"You've been letting these hands run wild for a while now," he murmurs, his gaze unreadable. "Is it my turn for exploration?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, breathless.

"Should I do to you what you've been doing to me for the last hour?" His crooked smirk returns. When he tilts his head, some of his bangs fall forward, giving him a rough and tumble or "just out of bed" kind of appearance. Alarm bells go off in my head. I have to get away.

Now.

I'm a Hunter.

He's a king of the criminal underworld.

There could not be a worse match-up in all of history.

But, the thought of pushing him away now hurts. What I really want isn't escape. I'm no fool, even if I am terrible with love and with relationships. The closest I've come to intimacy in the last few years has been a battery powered quick fix lying in a dusty box under my bed. Even so; even without having a wholesome understanding of what it means to yearn for someone, I can no longer deny that I want this man more than I've ever wanted someone before.

It's unhealthy. It's ill advised.

"Please, Sylus," I breathe, and his eyes slip to my lips. His dark pupils dilate.

"What are you asking me, kitten?" he murmurs, letting go of my wrists to slide his hands up until our fingers wrap around one another. "The terms of a contract should be clearly stipulated."

"Let me go," I beg him.

He doesn't miss a beat, as though he already knew what I was going to say.

"That's not what your eyes are asking me," he counters.

"It's what I'm asking," I insist, my heart squeezing painfully.

Something yanks on the Linkage, then, and before I can react, the same force pulls Sylus towards me. I gasp as he presses into me. In a blink, he brings up an arm to rest on his elbow, keeping most of his weight off to avoid hurting me. He sighs, glancing at the Linkages. Somehow the chain between our wrists has disappeared. The manacles are interlocked, forcing Sylus and I into even greater proximity.

"What have you done now?" he groans. My body grows taught at the vibrations of his voice in my ear. So soft. Languid. Like a lazy afternoon in the sun.

"N-Nothing," I insist. "You threw yourself at me."

"Then how do you explain this?" he gestures with his head to the Linkages.

I honestly have no good answer. Right now, it's all I can do to stare at the corner of the ceiling so I don't meet his gaze. "I don't know what happened, but they're like two snakes trying to devour each other," I mumble.

Desperate, I try to move myself out and away from him. To my horror, the manacle around my wrist tightens even more. I yelp at the painful pressure.

Sylus's low chuckle ruffles the fine hairs at my ear. "You know, sweetie, the more a snake's prey tries to escape, the more tightly it gets strangled."

I shiver, closing my eyes. "That's within your control, then, isn't it? Please, you need to move first. Let me go."

He shifts marginally, his shoulders tensing. "Hm, looks like someone is about to walk in."

I finally look at his face. "What? Walk in where?"

"I'm saying we're about to have a guest."

"Stop trying to scare me. Do you enjoy being an as--"

Past the wall of the bedroom, I hear the sound of a scraping key card over the white noise of the TV. My heart leaps into my throat, body breaking out in cold sweat. Oh no! I'd forgotten that we have assigned room mates on this trip, too. It must be Lois, the young Hunter girl I'd met at headquarters a week ago. If she sees us like this --

I buck beneath Sylus's hold, now putting everything I have into getting him off of me. Fortunately, he decides to cooperate. I manage to push him off me and scramble to the edge of the bed. I look around wildly, my heart pounding. The hotel room has only one exit, which means we need to hide. I spot the closet a short distance away.

"Get in," I hiss violently, yanking on our Linkage and stuffing us both into the tiny space. I slam the door shut and struggle to breathe. At this point, I'm in serious deep water. Even if nobody knows that this is the the Sylus, I will have a witness that saw me bringing a man to my hotel room on a business trip. My reputation will be ruined, and I will likely face temporary suspension. Just imagining the spreading rumors makes me want to vomit.

If someone sees me like this, I won't be able to clear my name even with a redemption arc.

"Ellara!" a cheerful voice resounds from the living area. "Are you here, girl? I can't believe you missed the first part of the presentation!"

I stay silent, chanting prayers to whatever deity would listen in my mind.

"I heard you lost your luggage. Poor thing, but you can borrow some of my clothes if you want." Her footsteps and voice grow louder. "Tara's downstairs waiting, come on!"

My back cramps, and I look down. In my rush, I sat down in an awkward position on the ground. Something hard digs into my back and shoulder blade. Worse yet, Sylus is right on top of me. His size makes this space feel like a broom closet. Our noses are nearly touching, and his breath fans against my face. Some of his hair tickles my forehead.

For a split second, I lose myself in his red eyes.

Not a romantic red like a fading sunset.

Red like fresh blood.

And right now, those eyes are filled to the brim with displeasure.

Memories flash of my first few days with him, back when he tried to use those terrible eyes against me. Of the voice in my head begging me to devour him. The way he used his frightening black Evol to move and manipulate my body to his whims.

I struggle to inhale. Claustrophobia assails me.

Panicking, I push my hand against his chest.

"Sylus, move. I can't breathe."

"Ordering me around, are you?" He glances at my hands; his frown intensifies. "Why are your hands shaking?" He seems genuinely bothered by my fear, but I don't have the capacity to process that right now.

I yank on our Linked wrists for emphasis. "I can't move until you do," I tell him.

Still frowning, he accommodates my request. He shifts his body, wrapping his arms around my waist. I gasp when he lifts me up and sets me on top of him so his legs can stretch out and give me room to move. Somehow, I end up in his lap yet again.

"No, Sylus. This isn't--" his hand settles over my mouth. Huge and hot. He presses a finger to his own lips in turn.

"She's coming. Shh..."

Lois calls my name again, and this time she's in the doorway of the bedroom. My palms grow sweaty. There's no way she won't look inside the closet. My hands tremble where they grip Sylus's shirt. He glances down at them again, then at back at me. His fingers force me to look at him.

Being the sole focus of his gaze is an experience I can't put into words. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff faced with a huge red tidal wave. Any moment now, the wave will push me back, and who knows whether I'll fall to my death or find salvation?

Leaning forward, he whispers in my ear, "If you're anxious, just close your eyes."

His hand slips from my face, but his thumb grazes my lower lip in passing. His huge palm presses me forward to rest against his chest.

His heartbeat pulses against my ear, body heat enveloping me like a blanket.

Ba-dum lub-dub, ba-dum lub-dub, ba-dum lub-dub...

Steady.

Slow.

Just like it had been when he was sleeping.

My trembling slows, breathing evening out.

His free hand reaches out and presses against the door right as Lois approaches the closet.

"Ellara? Are you here?" I hear the rolling of luggage wheels. "Well, no matter. I'll just leave this here for her for when she gets back." She tugs on the closet door. Again and again. I squeeze my eyes shut; it feels like she'll never stop.

"Why isn't this opening? Is it stuck?"

She pulls harder, but she's no match for Sylus's strength. If she wants to open that door, she'll need to tear it off its hinges.

"Gotta call maintenance, I guess," she sighs. Like salvation, her phone rings. She picks it up, engaging whomever it was in conversation and padding back out of the bedroom.

I breathe out raggedly.

Beneath me, Sylus makes a sound of amusement.

"Your mental fortitude is terrible in situations like this," he observes.

"If we're seen--"

"So your reputation matters more to you than your life?" he asks. There's no judgement in his voice, just curiosity. "You were never this afraid when we were faced with a hail of bullets and assailants."

This is different. Completely different. But now is not the time to try to explain it.

Sylus smiles. "If we're discovered, I suppose we should just confess."

"To what, exactly?" I hiss defiantly.

His fingertips snake down the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. My eyes go wide when those same fingers sneak beneath the edge of my shirt and slip inside. In a blink, he's caressing my bare skin. I suck in a breath as my whole body breaks out in goosebumps.

"What are you...doing?"

Without answering, he keeps going. His fingers move up. Higher and higher, until his knuckles graze the underside of my bra. Splayed open, his fingers span almost my entire back.

Our eyes lock, devouring each other much like the Linkages around our wrists.

A single moment hangs between us in time.

And then his fingers slip beneath the barrier between us.

My breath hitches in my throat.

My skin pulses with anticipation.

My lips part, my mouth opening on a protest. His crimson eyes sear into me, daring me to speak, daring me to try to stop him. They aren't asking for permission; there's really no need. He already knows what my body wants, and he's prepared to ignore my lips trying to stop him.

Outside, Lois' voice fades away. Keys jingle. The front door to the hotel room slams shut. Silence fills the air, broken only by the humming of the furnace and my labored breaths.

I can't tear my eyes away from Sylus's lips. They're so close now. It would only take a single motion on my part, a single adjustment to my posture to taste them.

With a herculean effort, I keep myself still.

When our eyes meet next, his are hooded and burning. A volcano simmers beneath - boiling lava waiting to erupt.

"So what's it to be, kitten?" he teases. His fingers move a little higher, pressing up against my breast. "Should we continue?"

"Nn..." I could hardly recognize my own voice as a needy mewl rips itself from me. I slip forward, just that much closer. My resolve is breaking, bit by bit. Or maybe mile by mile. My body grows restless, sore, impoverished.

 "Your hands are cold as ice, but you feel quite warm here now." He rocks his hips against me, and I close my eyes against a pang of dizziness. Warm fluid floods my panties, my body betraying all my morals.

I whimper when the tips of his fingers nudge against my nipple. A need so deep, raw, and painful slams into my groin that I can't help but throw my head back. His huge hand supports me as I sigh in pleasure, keeping me from falling.

A breath against my chest and then cold air as my shirt is lifted up. Lost in wave upon wave of desire, I gasp when his lips press right between my breasts. He plants a hungry kiss there. Then another, his silvery hair tickling my skin. Hungry, but gentle. So very gentle.

He breathes me in then exhales, and the rolling of his hot wet breath has me gripping him tighter.

Then he stops. Leans back.

In a haze, I glance down to find him smirking, his sharp eyes narrowed and challenging. He tilts up his chin in that arrogant way of his, daring me to protest.

We have to stop. This is madness.

Really, Ellara? Making out with the Sylus in the middle of Hunter symposium in a damn closet?

I need to push him away. Push him away. Push him away.

I wince as the Linkage tightens painfully on my wrist. Bruising. Aching. Punishing me for going against the wishes of my heart.

"Sylus, we can't do this," I whisper. "I'm a Hunter, and you're..."

"I'm what?"

"You're the leader of Onychinus..."

"Is that all I am?" he asks, placing another kiss on my shoulder. "Does that title define me?" Another feathery kiss. "Are you just a Hunter? Or are you not Ellara as well?"

"Of c-course I am," I gasp. "B-But...we...this is..."

"Alright, then," he says, his expression still amused. He pulls back, and it feel like someone reached in and ripped out a part of me.

"If that's what you want."

It isn't, and he knows it well.

Anger floods me. How dare he play with me like this? How dare he act like he could stop now when we've already clearly crossed a line? When I need him this much? Furious, I grab the collar of his shirt. Why am I always the one being toyed with? Am I just another amusement to stave off boredom?

I want to shout at him.

I want to wipe the smirk off his beautiful face.

But, more than that, I deeply, desperately need to kiss him.

And so, that's exactly what I do.

I pull him towards me, molding my mouth to his.

He's shocked. His whole body tenses. But, I'm over it. Over all of this. No more stops. No more hesitation. I'm pretty sure I will spontaneously combust if I don't get a taste of him immediately. With a lustful moan, I run my tongue against his lips. He immediately grants me entry, and my mind goes blank as we vie for dominance.

His mouth is smooth and molten hot.

His saliva is slick and sweet.

He tastes like peppermint and heaven.

He tastes like home.

I'd spent so many cold and hollow nights imagining what a perfect kiss might be. Secretly, I thought nothing in reality could measure up.

What an idiot I was...

Without breaking away from me, his fingers move again. I can't hold back a ragged moan as he plays with my nipple and rocks me against him. Gentle, yet insistent. Rhythmic. Constant. His touch builds like a crescendo; my blood surges and sings, breasts seeming to swell as bliss shoots from my chest to my fingers and toes.

I try to move back, nearly overstimulated, but he holds me still. His mouth absorbs my wanton moans as he unhooks the back of my bra with his free hand. At last, we come up for air. I curve into him like an eager she-cat when he palms both of my breasts and presses his mouth to them. My hands bury into his hair, fingernails digging into his scalp.

Worried that I'm hurting him, I hesitate. He nips at my neck, making me squeal.

"I'm not afraid of your claws," he purrs against me. "Do what you want. I won't break."

A pressure grows and hardens against my core, assuring me that despite Sylus' outward composure, he's just as affected as I am. I cry out when he pinches me, nearly cumming at the sound of his deep voice humming a note of approval. He licks his way up my neck.

"All this just from my tongue and lips on you? Looks like my little kitten is pent up."

I let him have that victory. He's not wrong, after all.

I'm climbing to the pinnacle so fast that I'm dizzy, but I've plateaued. My hips begin moving on their own, my body seeking him, searching for pressure - any pressure - to ease the agony between my legs. He knows what I need, but he denies me, choosing to focus on just touches, kisses, caresses. His hands and mouth drive me to delirium until all I can do is hang onto his hair and his shoulders and beg.

"Sylus..." I rasp.

He smiles against my breasts.

"Sylus- ah!"

I almost want to cry when one of his hands glides down my thigh and stops just short of touching my center.

"...need you...need this..." I bump against his growing erection. 

"Are you sure?" he breathes, nipping at my ear. "You want me to do you right here?" 

"Nnn...yes...yes..."

I shudder when his finger passes over my apex, his touch dulled by layers of clothes. I try to lift myself up, but I'm clumsy, uncoordinated, weak with want. It's cramped in here, and there's no room for either of us to move much. Frantic, I buck my hips and whine. When I reach for the door, Sylus grips my hand and brings it to his lips.

"Patience, sweetie," he coos, kissing my knuckles. "I'll take care of you."

He settles his hands on my hips and lifts me up. The buckle of his pants clinks as he undoes it. Next, he reaches up and tears a hole in my leggings. I'm too far gone for any kind of outrage at my lost garment, especially when his pulsating cock brushes up against my bare skin. I'm so drenched that I slip and slide against him.

His hiss of pleasure thrills me.

I can feel every inch of him as he moves. He's huge, and for a moment I feel a flash of trepidation. Then it passes, and all I can think about is how badly I need him to ruin me right now.

"Sylus..."

His hands squeeze my ass, spreading me wide. "I know, kitten. Breathe."

With that, he slips into me. He's gentle. Slow. Careful. But, I'm still overwhelmed. My thoughts white out. All worries, hesitations, moral tugs of war. Everything dissipates into the breathtaking sensation of him filling me. There's some pain, but its a passing thing. Not worthy of note, not when he pulls me down into a kiss and fills me with his tongue as well. My nails tattoo my ecstasy into his shoulders, my insides squeezing him so tight as I climax that he has to break our kiss so he doesn't bite down on my tongue.

I wiggle on him, wanting him to move, needing to know what it feels like for him to scramble me up inside.

"Easy," he warns. "Are you alright?"

"No," I confess, drinking in the blood of his crimson gaze like a ravenous beast. But I can't find the right words to describe my need. "More," I plead. "Just...more..."

"Reckless as ever," he chuckles, but he's out of breath too.

I watch the Adam's apple move on his gorgeous neck as he swallows. I move my hips again, urging him to take me, break me, whatever he wants. His hands tighten their grip on my hips. I dearly hope he leaves bruises. I don't want to forget this moment for days. Weeks. Not ever. It's so perfect. He's so perfect.

With a snap, the Linkage around our wrists shatters.

Sylus doesn't give it a second glance. The moment we're free, he moves my body around.

"Relax," he breathes into my ear and kisses it. "Turn this way." Without pulling out of me, he shifts us around so my back faces him. I rest my hands against the opposite wall, whimpering when he spreads my legs open and positions me on my knees. He hulks over me, one big hand holding my waist while the other rests beside mine on the wall.

He starts to move, and I can no longer stop myself from making obscene sounds of bliss. Every thrust threatens to split me in half, the friction making me dig my nails into the wall. His cock hits me so deep inside that I swear I'll shatter into a million pieces. But, the pain is indescribably wonderful, and as my body adjusts to take in his size and girth, only pleasure remains.

"Ah...mmn...ah...Sylus...Sylus!"

"That's it," he huffs right into my ear, licking every nook and crevice. "Scream for me." His fingers slip from my waist to torment my clit. I shatter on the rocks, losing track of what's happening. He pounds into me until I feel him start to swell even more.

"Mmn...ah...yes!...please...please...inside me...give me all of you..."

His rumbling chuckle throws me over another edge as he explodes into me. He's breathing hard, his heart pounding against my back. His hips keep moving as white hot cum leaks down my thighs. He nuzzles into the crook between my neck and shoulder. Kissing my skin. Grazing his teeth on it.

We float in a haze, surrounded by our breaths and heartbeats. He doesn't pull out of me for some time, and I try to process what just happened. I'm joined with him in the most intimate way, and I've never felt anything more natural.

His sensual lips rain kisses on my back, his hand stroking my belly, my chest, my arm - helping me come down from the most incredible high of my life. 

"Sylus..." I whisper, my arms shaking. "I can't move."

"I have you," he soothes, pressing a kiss to my temple. I gasp when he pulls back. The sound of his belt clicking as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

"I'm going to move us now. Trust me, alright?"

I nod weakly.

The world tilts and spins. Vibrations of Evol pulsate through me. I remember this feeling, though the last time it flowed through my body it was like an aggressive snake. This time, it's warm and reassuring. Sylus's arms wrap around me. I smell that delicious aftershave again. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe this is just his smell.

Just as his kiss tastes of home, his scent smells of safety and security.

Wrapped up in his embrace, nothing can hurt me.

The closet disappears, and before I can make a single sound, Sylus is standing in the middle of the bedroom with me in his arms. He pulls the sheets and blanket off the bed and wraps them around me.

"Two more jumps," he smiles, and my heart flutters at the softness of his gaze. No longer like blood. More like a deep ruby wine. "I'm on the top floor."

Again, my surroundings spin and whirl like a hurricane. Colors blur together. It's disorienting, but I'm not afraid, trusting that the one holding me won't let me fall. When it all settles, we are no longer in my hotel room. Instead, we're standing in some kind of penthouse suite. I blink as I look around.

"Is this your room?"

"Did you want to stay downstairs?" He raises a brow at me.

I shake my head. "No. I guess I'm just wondering why we didn't come here sooner."

"And miss out on nearly getting caught?" he teases.

Again, I give him this one. Despite how terrifying it was when Lois nearly found us, the aftermath was...well...

I can't really be mad at him, and I'm too tired to try.

"Your hands are still like ice," he frowns. "Let's get warmed up." He pads to the bathroom as I poke his chest.

"You're not cold at all, though."

The master bath is a sight to behold. White marble with contrasting black and gold swirls. Frosted glass etched with patterns of rare flowers accents the rich colorations around it. The shower alone is larger than the walk-in closet in my apartment. Taken aback, I'm still marveling at the decor as Sylus sets me down on a nearby loveseat.

He starts when I wince and make a sound of pain. I shift in my seat, trying to find a position that doesn't hurt. Immediately, he's kneeling in front of me, his hand cupping my face. Those deep ruby eyes take me in, searching for the source of my discomfort. My heart races to be the focus of those slanted sharp eyes.

"Was I too rough?" he asks.

My hand covers his. "I'm alright. It's just...been a while." I smile at him and stroke his hair. As he closes his eyes in pleasure at my touch, I'm completely at my wit's end. There's no logic or reason that can stop the tenderness running through me now. There's no reason I can think of to push this man away any longer.

This man.

Not the Sylus of Onychinus.

Not the king of N109.

Just a man.

An incredible, wonderful, and mysterious man.

"A hot bath will help me feel better," I tell him.

He glances at the tub, stopping my heart with his special half smile. "I think we'll both fit in this one."

I pull him down for a long slow and thorough kiss. "Then, what are we waiting for?"

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[naughtyneganjdm]

Good Luck Charm - Chapter 27

Summary: Negan and Y/N finish up with their supply run before something happens that leads to an explosion of emotions between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Y/N/reader (OC), Evie, Nathan, Laura, Simon, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, Severe Angst, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/136254793

Notes: I'm sorry. There are still a handful of chapters after this one. But yeah. Thank you to those that still read this.

“I can’t believe we found a stash of twinkies in that office,” Negan spoke with a mouthful of the sweet treat that he had shoved into his mouth before starting to carry the supplies they found in the bar together to the car. “These things literally taste exactly the same no matter when you have them.”

“I don’t think that’s a good thing,” Y/N suggested, putting what she had grabbed into the car while Negan struggled to carry what he had. Helping him out, she let out an amused sound at the sight of the cream that Negan had over his face. “It’s all over your face.”

“Funny, I could have said the same thing to you a few minutes ago,” Negan snorted, a groan releasing from his throat when she hit him in the center of the chest. “What?”

“You’re not funny,” she swept her thumb in over his bottom lip and Negan grabbed a tight hold of her wrist. Bringing her hand up, he took her finger between his lips to suck off the remainder of the twinkie that was there. “You’re going to be upset when you have a stomachache later from all the twinkies you ate.”

“See, this is where I could make a joke about my cum in your belly, but…” Negan joked when she shoved him away from her. An amused rumble of laughter fell from his throat when she rolled her eyes. “Hey, I appreciated you keeping it as close to our first time as possible. As much as I love filling your pussy with my cum, I still enjoy coming down your throat on occasion at times.”

“Enough,” she begged of him, her face turning red and her laughter faint. “I get it.”

“I don’t know what you’re embarrassed about. It’s not like anyone is here,” Negan responded, throwing his hands up in the air to point around the small town around them. “This place was abandoned a very long time ago.”

“One day you are going to talk like this in front of our children,” she suggested and Negan threw his hands up in the air.

“How many times did Evie almost walk in on the two of us having sex when we were younger?” Negan countered and she huffed out loudly. Stepping forward, he hooked his arms around her and she gave him a glare. “Oh come on. Sex is a perfectly natural thing between two people.”

“That’s really not something to be proud of with Evie,” she smirked, her head resting against the center of Negan’s chest when he pulled her closer to him. “Our kids have had to grow up so fast, we should still allow them the chance to be children for as long as possible.”

“Yes mama. Now let’s go see if we can find some toys,” Negan grumbled under his breath, pressing a long kiss at her temple before pulling back. Grabbing Lucille from the car, Negan returned and held his hand out to Y/N waiting for her to accept it. Giving her a cheesy smile had her smirking and shaking her head. Taking his hand, she felt his fingers curling tightly around hers before he led her in the direction of the store. Once they got there, he observed the store closely and sighed. Pushing open the doors, a disgusted breath fell from Negan’s throat at the smell. Waving his hand in the air after releasing her hand, he moved further in to hear the faint sounds of growling. Stopping Y/N from walking in, he motioned her to wait at the front by the doors. It wasn’t a big store. It was a split-level store and it wasn’t hard to move from one end to another. Approaching the back of the store, he noticed a door that led to the storage area and there was a window where you could look into the back room. Inside he could see a group of walkers. It wasn’t a surprise really. They had been lucky so far on this trip, it was only a matter of time before they found some. Moving quietly, Negan headed toward the door noticing that there was a lock on it. Tugging on it, he made sure that it was on there tightly so they would be safe. Part of him was glad it was locked because there looked to be a lot of them in there. Someone had to have gathered them up and got them in there somehow. A loud boom was heard behind him and Negan immediately spun on his heel raising Lucille up. Shaking his head, Negan saw Y/N giving an apologetic look behind him and she frowned. “You’re really good at listening.”

“I don’t like the idea of standing in the doorway,” she responded with a sigh when she moved over toward the window area to look inside. “I think you found the source of the smell.”

“Maybe some of it,” Negan lifted his head to look at the roof of the store. There was a hole in the ceiling and he noticed the water damage that was done to some of the areas. “I think it’s a mix of them and the wood rotting from water damage.”

A rattling sound made Y/N jump and Negan caught her when she almost stumbled over one of the shelves. It was the walkers taking notice of them being in the store, hitting at the door that was locked. There was a sense of worry in her eyes and Negan helped her stand up straight on her feet, “Don’t worry. They are locked tightly in there. I made sure.”

“Are you positive?” she spoke up and Negan gave her a nod. Wiggling his fingers at her, Negan grabbed her hand when she made her way around the store with him. Stopping, Negan lifted his head to stare up at the second level. Moving over toward the stairs, Negan let out an uncomfortable sound and shook his head. “What is it?”

“You can just see the water damage has done a number on this side of the building. Let’s focus on the stuff over here. I think I would break my ass if I even tried to climb those stairs,” Negan nodded over toward the other part of the store for them to go look at things, but she stopped him before they could. “What?”

Motioning him to wait, she headed toward the back of the store where there were multiple windows to look outside, “God, that’s beautiful.”

“I see something much more beautiful standing right beside me,” Negan flirted with an arrogant bob of his head. When he went to steal a kiss from her, she grabbed a firm hold of his jaw and forced him to look out the window. Through the fogged window Negan knew immediately what she was attracted to about the sight. Behind the store was a hill that overlooked the water. They were both always drawn to big bodies of water. Things were overgrown, but you could still see a nice sight of the water from the window. “Yes, that’s very, very beautiful. But I still think you are much prettier.”

“I’m not having sex with you in here with the walkers,” she informed him and he scoffed. “I’m serious.”

“I’m not asking for more sex. The beast needs his rest anyways. I need to get rehydrated when we get back to The Sanctuary,” Negan tugged at her hand having her follow him throughout the store. Picking up random things for their children, Negan realized that this store had more left in it likely because toys weren’t exactly that important during an apocalypse. A lot of the time, he saw Y/N gazing up at the second floor of the store, but Negan had stressed multiple times that he was uncomfortable. They agreed that the first floor was the safest both for them and for their children. At the store Negan realized he was going full on dad-mode wanting to pick up everything and anything that he thought Nathan and Evie would like. When he piled something else in his arms, it made Y/N snicker. “I think it’s important we get more interactive toys for Nathan. We need to get that boy talking more.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Y/N gazed over the pile of toys that were in Negan’s arms. “I think you think there is something wrong with him, but there isn’t. He’s just very quiet and he observes a lot of things.”

“Yeah, but Evie was talking so much more at his age,” Negan thought back on his daughter letting out a loud sigh. “I worry that maybe he’s not had a lot of time getting to be social or work on learning things. I just want him to be able to express himself better and learn.”

“Well, if it helps you thinking about things, we are going to be living on the farm together. That means you are going to have all the time in the world to work on things with him,” she reminded Negan, grabbing a hold of his arm when she almost tipped over. They probably drank way too much at the bar together, her more than him, but they were still managing. Leaning up, she pressed a loving kiss over Negan’s cheek and he leaned into it. “The difference between Evie and Nathan is that Evie was surrounded by so many people from the start. The two of us and Lucille were always playing with her. We never put her down. And we had your family to help us. Nathan has just really had me and Evie. I’ve done my best, but when we go to the farm, I’m sure with you helping he will start to open himself up further.”

“I hope so,” Negan confessed, biting down on his bottom lip. Adjusting the toys in his arms, he could see that Y/N was gazing over him and he snickered. “What?”

“Why don’t you go put that in the car?” she suggested, realizing that his arms were full and he was struggling. “I’ll just look for some more things for Evie. We have a lot of younger toys for Nathan, but she’s going to be needing some things for her.”

“I can do that, but I did grab some stuff for her,” Negan reminded her, dropping his head down knowing that they were in the mix of things somewhere. “Are you going to be okay alone?”

“I was alone for three years without you,” she countered with an amused expression over her face and Negan grunted. “I’m just saying. I managed those three years, I’ll be fine.”

“And you have the gun that I gave you?” Negan double checked with her. It led to her patting her side where she had the holster attached to her pants and he smiled. “Just be careful. I’ll be really quick.”

“Quick like a bunny,” she smacked his ass as he walked by leaving him to gasp and almost drop some of the items.

“Mama, you are drunk as hell,” Negan looked back at her over his shoulder seeing her smile. “I think you had too much of a good time at that bar.”

“I am not drunk. I’m perfectly fine,” she refused, throwing her hands up in the air to deflect the comment. “You want sex all the time and it’s fine, I smack your cute little ass and I’m drunk?”

“Uh huh,” Negan snorted, his nose wrinkling in amusement. “I’ll be back.”

Snickering to himself, Negan headed toward the front of the store. Nudging the door open with his side, he made his way over to the car and put all of the toys carefully away. If there was anything else in this town, he was going to have to send his Saviors back because the car was getting pretty full.

The sound of shuffling made Negan lift his head up and he half expected to see Y/N returning. When he saw nothing, he let out a grumble and closed the trunk. Looking around the area, everything seemed abandoned and he was starting to think it might have just been the wind knocking something about around him.

Making his way back to the store, Negan let out a tense sound when he realized that Y/N wasn’t where he had left her. Moving through the aisles, he felt his heart begin to race when he realized she wasn’t there, “Y/N! Where the fuck are you?”

“Daddy, calm down,” her voice beckoned him from above. Tipping his head back, Negan saw her looking over the side of the upper part of the split level. It had a lump growing in his throat realizing that she was amused with him getting upset. Her fingers were curled around the railing that was there and she threw her hand up to place her finger over her mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing up there?” Negan went to head over to the stairs, grumbling to himself when he stepped on the first one and heard it crumble beneath his feet. He managed to stop himself from falling, but he could feel his blood starting to boil. “Get back down here. You shouldn’t go anywhere I haven’t checked.”

“No one is up here Negan,” she assured him, leaning back to look both ways on the level she was on. “I was very careful making my way up here. I just saw that golden retriever stuffed animal over there and it reminded me of Darwin. After everything that Evie has been through, I thought I would just grab it for her. Maybe it would make her happy.”

“She has her Flounder at The Sanctuary,” Negan waved his fingers at her trying to beckon her to come back to him. With a huff, Negan managed to work his way up the steps and he could see that she was moving over toward the shelves that had the large stuffed animals on them. Once he reached the top, Negan’s foot went through one of the steps and he growled out. “Do you have a death wish? We both agreed that we weren’t going to come up here. I don’t know how you didn’t fall on your ass getting up these stairs. You could get really hurt. I told you the wood was rotted.”

“I just want our daughter happy. Flounder is her special stuffed animal with you,” she looked back at Negan who managed to pull himself up to his feet, his glare locking with her. “I want her to have something special from me.”

“She’s going to have Darwin’s collar when we get back to the farm,” Negan suggested moving a few steps further only to hear the sound of cracking beneath him. With big eyes, Negan looked beneath him to see that the floor was giving out. Before he could react, the sound of the wood splintering beneath his feet was heard. Trying to reach for anything, Negan failed horribly and felt the world sliding out from beneath him. Sinking through the floor that broke, Negan hit the first floor. With how hard he fell, it made a long gust of air fall from his lungs, but at the same time his luck just happened to be incredible. In the fall, he landed into a pile of bean bag chairs so while falling through the floor hurt, the actual landing wasn’t so bad. Groaning out, Negan dropped back his head from where he was into the bean bag chair beneath him. Through the hole that was in the floor, he could see that Y/N was looking down at him through it to make sure that he was okay. “If this isn’t a fucking sign to tell you to come back downstairs, I don’t know what is. As you can see, I’m fucking skinny and I just went right through the fucking floor.”

“I’m fine,” she declared, her hands resting on her knees when she let out a small laugh. “That was really dumb luck that you fell like that.”

“I still got cut,” Negan winced looking to his arm that had managed to get snagged underneath his jacket. There was blood at his wrist and he hissed out. Lucille had fallen beside him and he grabbed her. “This shit hurts Y/N. Just fucking come back down before you get hurt. If you weren’t drunk, I think you would have never made this stupid fucking decision to begin with. It’s dumb bravery.”

“I’m not drunk,” she bickered with him, standing up straight with her face scrunching up. “You’re the one that fell. Not me.”

The sounds of knocking grew louder, drawing Negan’s attention to the walkers that were locked up in the back room of the store. Brushing himself off, Negan groaned out at the tension he was feeling in his back when he stood. Moving back, he observed the area that the stuffed animal she was intent on getting was.

“Y/N, come on,” Negan tried to persuade her back down the stairs as he brushed the wood and the splinters from his body. “I’m not comfortable with this. The stuffed animal is over the back room where the walkers are. I’m not okay with this.”

“I’ll be quick,” she insisted drawing Negan to let out a tense breath when he watched from where he was standing. Walking around certain areas, Y/N stood before the shelf that she wanted. There was a struggle to grab the stuffed animal since she was a little too short. Stepping up on the bottom shelf, she managed to get up higher and grabbed the leg of the giant stuffed animal. “Evie is going to love this. Darwin used to always sleep with her at night. So it will be like having Darwin with her again. It looks just like him too.”

“Great. Wonderful. Grab the stuffed animal and let’s go,” Negan suggested, waving his hand about in attempt to get her moving. “I want to head home.”

“I’m coming,” she announced holding out the stuffed animal to show Negan that she managed to get it. “See, I’m not like you. I’m not about to fall through a floor because I put fifty extra pounds on my body with that leather jacket that you…”

The sound of cracking was heard and Negan felt his heart skip a beat. The shelf that Y/N had been holding onto snapped. Managing to grab another one just in time, Y/N’s face went pale when she nodded her head about.

“Yeah. You’re right. I’m coming down right now,” she announced going to move her foot only for a cracking sound to echo throughout the store. The shelves she was balancing her weight on splintered beneath her weight. Falling backwards, Y/N tried to reach for the other shelves that were before her, but they managed to snap off the wall when she grabbed them.

“Y/N!” Negan yelled out hearing the same crashing sound he did earlier when he fell through the floor. A loud thud echoed and through the window that looked into the back room, Negan saw that she had hit the cement floor hard. From the sound she made when she hit the floor, Negan didn’t know if she was unconscious or incredibly hurt, but he knew that she was locked in there with the walkers. Scrambling forward Negan could tell that her fall had started to attract the walkers. “Y/N!”

She wasn’t answering. Hell, she wasn’t moving. Punching out the window, Negan didn’t care if he got cut. He was doing everything to try to pull his body through that small window, but he realized that no matter how hard he tried he wasn’t going to make it through. Cussing out, he felt his panic start to flare up with the walkers starting to make their way over to her. Roaring out, Negan grabbed his gun and aimed at the walkers shooting over and over again. Unloading his gun, Negan managed to kill only a few of them.

“Fuck!” Negan ran around toward the door that was locked. Trying to pull at the lock, Negan let out a groan of frustration when he heard shuffling in the back room. “Y/N!”

“Negan!” she called out to him and he heard gun shots starting to go off. Over and over again, Negan slammed his shoulder into the door trying to break it down. With each hit he could feel the wood from the door giving away. Starting to kick at the door had the wood splintering until he was able to kick a big enough hole for him to fit through. Once he made it in the room, Negan used Lucille on the remainder of the walkers that were in his way. Stumbling through them, Negan’s attention was brought to a door that led outside that had been forced open. Blood was all over the floor, but he knew that a lot of it was from the walkers that were fresher. Y/N had killed quite a few on her own.

“Y/N!” Negan screamed out once he got outside finding a few of the walkers with gunshot wounds to their heads laying face first in the grass. There was no sight of Y/N and he felt his heart start to hammer inside of his chest. Panic began to eat away at him as he called out to her again with no response. In the distance he heard movement and saw a walker that looked like it had its legs shot out. Moving up to it, Negan brought the bat down over its head hearing the squashing sound that came with it. “Y/N!”

Looking ahead of him, Negan saw at the top of the hill it looked like Y/N was sitting on the edge of it. Scrambling up, Negan felt like the world was spinning around him.

“Fuck Y/N! You scared the shit outta me,” Negan announced when he saw her sitting on the hill that overlooked the water. The stuffed animal that she had gone for was sitting at her left side and her arm was wrapped around it. Her gun was in her right hand with her just staring out at the water. “Why the fuck didn’t you respond? I was scared shitless that something fucking happened to you.”

Once again, she didn’t say a thing and Negan cleared his throat. Instead, she just lowered her head and Negan gazed her over. Noticing that there was blood on her right hand, Negan lowered down and tipped his head to the side. Setting the gun down beside her, Y/N grabbed the stuffed animal in her arms and squeezed it in closer to her. Seeing her hug the stuffed animal like that confused him. Once she set it aside, Negan looked to her hand realizing that the blood was likely from her killing the walkers.

“I told you that you shouldn’t have fucking gone for that stuffed animal,” Negan lowered down beside her, his body moving in next to hers so he could join her sitting near the area that overlooked the water below. “That had to knock the fucking wind out of you. You hit the ground hard.”

Sighing loudly, Y/N tipped her head back with her eyes slamming shut. There was a cut at her temple and Negan reached out to swipe his finger over it, “You probably have a concussion with that fall. And some fucking splinters. We should get you back to The Sanctuary to get you looked at.”

Gradually Y/N’s eyes open and she unhurriedly turned her head to stare out at him. The way she was looking at him made him feel uncomfortable. Reaching out, he placed his hand in over hers and gave it a firm squeeze.

“Y/N?” Negan repeated her name, his eyes narrowing in uncertainty with his eyebrows bouncing up. “What’s going on?”

“Just be quiet. For a minute,” she begged of him looking toward the water again. Eyeing her over, Negan didn’t know how to respond as she took time to stare out at the nature before her.

“What are you doing?” Negan questioned, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he tried to determine what was going on. “You shouldn’t have taken off like you did. You’re lucky something worse didn’t happen to you. I told you that going up there was stupid,” Negan continued to lecture her and it seemed to just fall upon deaf ears. “Y/N?”

“I was just thinking about things,” she disclosed, turning her head back to look at him. This time it made a breath catch in his throat when he saw that she had tears in her eyes.

“About what?” Negan stammered, shrugging his shoulders. Instead of waiting here, they should have been moving, but she was insistent upon sitting there. “Is your leg hurt? Do you need me to carry you back? Is it your back?”

“I can still walk Negan,” she frowned, reaching up with her clean hand to wipe at her face with the back of her hand. “I was thinking about my life again. The what ifs.”

“Why are you doing that again?” Negan scoffed, his chest tightening when she brought up the very same thing she had done in the bar. “I thought we had talked about that in the bar. Why think about that shit when there is nothing you can do to change things? We should really talk about this when we get back to The Sanctuary because the sun is going to start setting soon and…”

“I was wondering what life would have been like if I would have just said thank you instead of inviting you back into the bar,” she spoke louder than him, causing his words to come to an immediate halt. It made his jaw flex and the vein at the side of his neck bulge. A broken breath fell from her throat when she tipped her head side to side and looked back at the water again. “Would my life have been better if I would have never brought you into it? What if I would have just thanked you and sent you on your way?”

“Why the fuck are you thinking like that?” Negan choked out, stumbling through his words when anxiety flooded his veins. That was a really weird thing to hear her say after they had just gotten married and they had their previous talk. “I think no matter what, the two of us would have gotten together. I think we were soul mates. Destiny would have brought us together no matter what.”

“Would we? Because I was planning on leaving this fucking place,” she snapped at Negan, her fingers curling into fists in her lap. “I hate it here so much. It was nothing but painful memories and loneliness. Maybe if I would have just thanked you and we parted ways, I could have finished school and gone to London. Things could have probably been so much better there. I could have made it to the top of the business like I planned on. I could have had an incredible apartment in the city. Fuck, I had money, but if I would have taken that path I could have been insanely rich. That’s what I had been being built up for. I could have been an incredibly powerful woman. I probably could have had enough fucking money to live in that apartment forever with all the resources I could have.”

“I don’t understand,” Negan responded, his fingers hooking with hers again to give them a tight squeeze. “Why are you talking like that? I thought all you ever wanted was to be married to me. We’re finally married. We have two beautiful children…”

“We do,” she agreed with Negan, nodding slowly when she let out a shuddering breath. There was a single tear sliding down her face when she looked to him again. “I should have never forced you to marry me. I know it was something you never truly wanted.”

“That’s fucking silly. Of course I wanted to be married to you,” Negan leaned forward to press a loving kiss against the side of her face. “That’s why we’re married Y/N. It’s what we’ve wanted this whole time.”

“We both know you have always preferred Lucille,” she let out a tremoring breath showing that the sadness had flooded her features again. “I know that given the chance, you would switch Lucille with me in an instant. If you could hit a button, you would have picked for me to die and Lucille be in my place.”

“I wouldn’t,” Negan denied with her tugging her hand out of his and he let out a frustrated sound. “I always loved both you and Lucille.”

“But you loved Lucille more,” she reminded him with an overwhelmed breath. Outstretching her arm, she reached for the stuffed animal she had grabbed for Evie. Taking a final look at it, she held it out to Negan who tipped his head to the side. He didn’t know what to do with her giving him the stuffed animal. “Take it Negan.”

Accepting the stuffed animal, he set it beside him and reached out to pinch at the bridge of his nose, “I think we need to go home Y/N. Let’s get this stupid dog back into the car and at The Sanctuary we can talk about whatever the hell you want. We can go over the same things we have talked about so many times before if it makes you feel better,” Negan reached for her hand to try to get her to move, but she refused. “Listen, okay? I know I’ve upset you. But whatever I did in the past, it doesn’t matter anymore because right now we have two children waiting for us back at The Sanctuary. Yes, I loved Lucille, but I always loved you Y/N. I did. I do. And you mean everything to me. I’m giving up this life for you because I love you. We’re going to start over.”

Silence. Nothing was said. Except he heard her start to cry.

“We can talk about whatever you want when we get back Y/N,” Negan tried to offer a weak smile, his voice softening. “We just have to get back home to our babies before the sun falls. Come on.”

Reaching his left hand out, his fingers hooked with hers and he felt them squeezing tightly to his. Going to urge her to get up, Negan felt her tense when he tried to get her to stand up with him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m not going anywhere Negan,” she informed him, letting out a shuddering breath with him tipping his head to the side. Standing up, Negan tried to pull her to him but she remained still with her fingers hooked firmly around his.

“Come on,” Negan shook his head watching her tearful eyes connect with his. Reaching up with her free hand, she tugged at her shirt to reveal the wound that was over her shoulder near her neck. A frightened gasp fell from Negan’s throat when he released her hand, stumbling back. “Y/N…”

“My luck was bound to stop at some point,” she announced with a broken tone as Negan lowered down to his knees. His eyes were tearing over as she shook her head and let out a nervous laugh. “I should have just listened to you and left the damn stuffed animal. But I wanted to make Evie happy. I wanted her to have something special from me.”

Refusing to believe that she was actually bitten, Negan crawled forward toward her. Hooking his fingers into her shirt, he pulled the material down to observe the wound. Looking closely, he tried to make out the shape of it and he felt his throat tensing up. Shaking his head, his breathing became uneven when he traced his finger over the wound, “It doesn’t look like a bite. It looks like it could have happened in the fall. You didn’t get bit…”

“Negan,” she spoke quietly, her eyes full of remorse. “Come on.”

“No, no. It’s not a fucking bite,” Negan snapped at her, trying to get a better look at it, but she pushed him away from her with a grunt. Pushing the sleeve up on his jacket, Negan showed her the wound that he got from falling through the floor. “Look at my arm from falling through the floor. You fell back, shoulders first. It could be a wound that you got from the broken wood Y/N. You don’t know if that’s a fucking bite.”

“Negan, stop it!” she demanded noticing that the color completely drained from his face. “We both know I’m not going back to The Sanctuary. You and I both know that’s a bite. They took a good chunk out of me, but it’s a bite.”

“No. We’ll take you back. I’ll have the doctor look you over. There is something that he has to be able to do even if it is a bite,” Negan reasoned with her trying to reach out to grab her arm, but she refused to move when he let out a pained noise. “You need to get up Y/N. The quicker we get you there, the better it is. We’ll get you seen and…”

“Negan! I’m not going!” she yelled at him hearing a whimper falling from his throat. “I’m not going to allow you to take me back there and turn. I’m not going to put Evie and Nathan’s lives on the line just because the two of us can’t come to fucking terms with what is going on here.”

“This can’t be happening,” Negan dropped back on his knees, his whole body shaking. Y/N lowered her head and he dragged his hands down over the front of his face. “This isn’t fair. We just got married. Everything was going right. That’s not…it’s not fucking fair.”

“Life isn’t fair Negan,” she half laughed, a disappointed breath falling from her throat. “No one understands that more than me.”

“No. No, please,” Negan refused to let this go on when he tried to get her to look at him. “Come on. We’ll go back to The Sanctuary. Put someone on the door just in case, but I know you will realize that this was just something that happened with the fall. You can’t just give up and accept that this is how it is going to be.”

A saddened exhale fell from his throat when Y/N reached for the gun that she had set aside and he placed his hand over hers to keep her from bringing the gun up, “I don’t remember the exact timeline of infection rate. But if I remember correctly, a bite on the shoulder is anywhere from two to six hours. It’s also incredibly close to my neck, so I imagine it’s going to be even less than that.”

“Even if you are infected, your children deserve to say goodbye,” Negan stressed, getting her to set the gun down for now and she let out a tremoring whimper. “Please get up. Let’s go home. Evie and Nathan will want to see you.”

“Negan, there is a chance if I go back to The Sanctuary with you, I’ll turn,” she explained through her tears leaving Negan with an incredible ache at the center of his chest. “I can turn on the drive back and I could bite you. If that happens, there is a chance that our children lose both of their parents and they are left with strangers who are not capable of taking care of them because they don’t love them. Maybe I make it back to The Sanctuary, I do get to say goodbye, but what if I turn when I hug them? What if I bite one of our children? I can’t live with the idea of that Negan. I can’t.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” Negan was devastated and at a complete loss. “I’ll sit here with you. We can wait out the two hours together. I’ll stay for the six. We can do that. I’ll stay with you.”

“I want you to go back to The Sanctuary,” she stressed to Negan, her voice raspy from her crying. Immediately Negan shook his head and she let out a frustrated sound. “Goddamn it Negan, just listen to me.”

“No, I won’t leave you here alone,” Negan insisted with an angered breath. “I can’t do that.”

“Can you really stand to see me turn into one of them?” she questioned, her words hard to get out through her crying. “Do you really want to sit here and watch me turn into one of them like you did Lucille? It still destroys you to this day Negan what you had to see with Lucille. I don’t…I don’t want that to be the last thing you think of when you are with me. I want you to picture me smiling.”

“I’m not going to abandon you like I did last time,” Negan asserted himself, his arms throwing down at his sides in defeat.

“If you love me Negan,” she began and he immediately cut her off by throwing his hands up in the air.

“I do love you which is why I’m saying this,” he fought with her hearing her cries continue when he threw his hand back toward the car. “I’m not giving up on you Y/N. I abandoned you when you needed me the most. We’re going to start our life together. That’s what we said. At the end of this week, we’re going to the farm and…”

“You have to let go of that Negan,” she shook her head, her hand placing in over the center of her chest. “I want you to go to that farm. Take Nathan and Evie. Be their father like you were always meant to be. Still go to the farm and show those kids the love they were meant to have. With you. I just…I won’t be part of that dream anymore.”

“That wasn’t the deal,” Negan shook his head, biting down on his lip trying not to have an absolute meltdown right now. “It was all of us.”

“Promise me you will take the children to the farm,” she begged of him and Negan immediately shook his head. “Goddamn it Negan, I’m fucking dying. Just do this last thing for me. It’s my dying fucking wish so stop being so fucking stubborn. If you don’t want to let me down, you take your son and your daughter to that farm. You get away from The Sanctuary because that is no place for them to be raised. You be their dad. You take care of them. You raise them right and you make them happy. I’m begging you. Please.”

Sobs were falling from Negan, his head burying in his hands when he just completely started to break down before her, “Please Negan. I need to know that you will do this for me. Promise me.”

“I can’t,” Negan whimpered with her tugging at his wrist to try to get him to look at her, but his body was rocking back and forth. When she managed to get one of his hands away from his face, his face was red and tear stained. “Please just get up.”

“If you ever really loved me Negan, I want you to promise me that you will take care of those kids and give them the life that they deserve,” she stressed to Negan, wiping at her own face to try to swipe her tears away. “Please.”

“I…” Negan felt her grabbing a firm hold of his arms to get him to look at her. “I promise.”

“Good, now you need to get up and you need to go to them,” she instructed him with a nod of her head looking to the gun that she had set down. Staring down at it, she let out a tremoring breath and shook her head. “I really don’t want to become one of those things.”

“Just let me sit here with you,” Negan pled of her, cupping her face in his hands while she cried. Negan was shaking and she reached her hand up to place it over his.

“I don’t think I have it in me to kill myself,” she informed him with a nervous breath looking down at the gun. After a minute, she raised her head and it took her breath away. She’d never seen Negan cry like this before. “And I doubt you have it in you to kill me.”

“Stop, just stop,” Negan begged going to reach for the gun, but she pulled it back away from him. “You’re not going to kill yourself. You can’t do that.”

“I don’t feel good Negan,” she informed him looking to her shoulder to see that the blood was seeping into her shirt. “I don’t want to turn into one of those things. I could hurt someone. I could hurt a child. I could hurt you and I love you.”

Looking toward the water again, Y/N placed the gun up to her temple and Negan held his hands out, “Please. Please don’t do that. Don’t…”

“It’s a beautiful view Negan. At least it would be something good to go out to,” she reasoned with him hearing his cries continue. “You’re not going to leave and you need a reason to. I also don’t want to be one of those monsters either. I can’t let myself turn.”

A stressed sound fell from Y/N’s throat when her finger hovered over the trigger. Desperately Negan thought of the first thing that popped into his head before yelling it out, “I think about you every time I get a headache!”

Confusion flooded Y/N’s features when she lowered the gun and looked to Negan, “Whenever I had a headache, I would always think about you. You would always take me in your arms and you would rub at my temples. It would either put me to sleep or relieve the tension because every fucking time you did it the headache would go away. And then I would wake up in your arms and know that the person that I loved was taking care of me. When I was with Lucille, I refused to take pain medicine for it when I’d have a headache because I wanted to torture myself for the things I did to you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” she half laughed her head shaking when Negan threw his hands up in the air. At least it drew the gun away from her head as he continued to speak to her. “Why did you tell me that?”

“Because we were talking about things that made us happy. That always made me happy,” Negan explained, his voice breaking the further he continued to recall their past together. “One of my fondest memories that makes me happy every single time is when you and I took Evie to the aquarium together. With us just sitting on the bench with one another with her running back and forth. God, with those adorable little fucking feet. You laid your head on my shoulder and that was when life felt like it should have. I loved Lucille. I loved Lucille so fucking much, but when I think back on my life and the times where I felt like everything was as it should be…it was always when I was with you and Evie. When our daughter was just cuddled up between the two of us.”

“I know what you’re doing,” she pointed out, her words coming out sad with her bottom lip trembling as Negan continued to ramble.

“You want more confessions? I wish I never covered up the compass,” Negan pointed to his arm where he knew the tattoo that he had covered up in the past was. “The day I got it covered, I went outside and I cried all night long. I was so angry at myself for covering it up, but the only reason I covered it up was because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought I would stop loving you so fucking much if I just covered the thing, but it didn’t work. It shattered my heart into a million fucking pieces.”

Outstretching his hand, Negan placed his hand in over hers hearing her faint cries falling from her throat, “And if I could relive one single moment in my life over and over again, it would be the day that you told me you were pregnant with Evie. Fuck, I can picture it perfectly in my head right now. What you were dressed in, the way that you looked…”

Grabbing the gun from Y/N’s hand, Negan slid in closer to her feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt flooding his body. This was his fault that she got hurt. If he wouldn’t have turned the damn car around they would have never been in this fucking position to begin with.

“It’s the last thing I’d want to picture if I knew that my life was coming to an end,” Negan allowed her to fall into his arms while he held onto her. “What would yours be?”

“The day Evie was born,” she wasted no time in answering, her head resting against the center of his chest hearing his heartbeat hammering beneath her head. “The moment that they placed her in my arms and she smiled at me…”

“Close your eyes,” Negan whimpered, adjusting his positioning as he grabbed a better hold of the gun. Using his free hand, he tipped her head back and brought her lips to his. The taste of their tears lingered over their lips when Negan parted from her. Placing the gun below her chin Negan heard her let out a long exhale. “I want you to picture that. Okay?”

“Okay,” her eyes slammed shut tightly with Negan’s breathing growing louder.

“I love you,” Negan felt her hand lifting up to press over his wrist in almost a supportive fashion. Hovering his finger over the trigger, Negan felt his body tremoring. Loud sobs were falling from his throat with his arm tensing up. With a roar, Negan pulled his arm back with the sound of the gun shot echoing around them. Dropping forward, Negan buried his head into the ground with his cries stronger than they were before. Hitting at the ground over and over again, Negan cussed out to himself only to feel the warmth of Y/N’s arms hugging him tightly. “I can’t fucking do it. I can’t. I’m so sorry. I’m…”

“It’s okay,” she hushed him doing her best to calm him down while he cried in her arms. Nuzzling her nose in against the back of his neck, she pressed a faint kiss there and kept him in her arms until he calmed down. “Look at me.”

“I can’t do this Y/N. I can’t watch you sit here and kill yourself. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known and I can’t watch you do this,” Negan’s face was on fire with his head aching. His crying was hard when she brushed her fingers through his damp hair.

“You don’t have to. I won’t make you,” she hushed him with a kiss that lingered over his lips before he pulled away with a whimper. Leaning back, she reached for the wedding ring that Negan had given her and it made him let out a shuddering breath. “Give this to Evie, okay? I’d give her the bracelet, but I think I need it. I need you and her with me during this.”

“Please,” Negan begged, shaking his head refusing to believe this was how things were going to end. Y/N’s fingers were tracing over the bracelet that Negan had given her on her birthday all those years ago that had his initials and Evie’s on it. “I can’t do this without you.”

“You can. And you will. Those children love you and you’re going to do a great job with them,” she sounded weaker with her eyes staring out into his. “I have the absolute most faith in you Negan. Don’t prove me wrong.”

Curling Negan’s fingers around the ring, she pushed the stuffed animal close to Negan and pointed back toward the car, “I need you to take those back to The Sanctuary. I want you to tell Evie that I love her. I will always love her. That she was the best thing in this life that I ever did and I never regretted a moment I spent with her. No matter how much the two of us fought.”

“You should be the one telling her this,” Negan reasoned with her and she let out a hurt breath. “Y/N?”

“When Nathan is old enough to understand, I want you to tell him he was my little miracle baby. The one that made it through with all the obstacles trying to stop him from coming into this world,” she hooked her fingers with Negan’s squeezing them tightly. “Don’t let either of them forget that I loved them. Okay?” Negan didn’t respond. His cries just grew louder and she let out a frustrated whine. “Negan? I need to hear you say okay.”

“Okay,” Negan tremored, his eyes aching from how hard he had been crying.

“And I want you to know, regardless of the what ifs,” she whispered pressing faint kisses over Negan’s face. “As stupid as I am, I wouldn’t change bringing you into my life. The moment you stepped into my life, you had a hold of my heart Negan. I have loved you from the first moment I met you and I will love you until my very last breath. As much as things hurt, nothing ever felt as good as it did when I truly, genuinely felt loved by you. I love you.”

“I love you so much,” Negan whispered against her lips when he kissed her again. “It’s not fair. It should be me. I would do anything for us to switch positions. This shouldn’t be you.”

“But we can’t change that now,” she stroked her thumb in over his bottom lip, the sadness of her eyes locking with his. “If there is such a thing as the afterlife, I’m pretty sure Lucille is going to be there waiting for me. And she’s going to take care of me. So you don’t have to worry, okay?”

“Fuck,” Negan’s heart broke hearing that while Y/N continued to speak.

“And we’re going to watch over you and the kids. I promise,” she stroked her hands down over the sides of Negan’s face hearing his cries growing louder. “I’ll let her know how much you loved her. How much you miss her and how sorry you are.”

Lowering his head, Negan could tell that she was putting on a brave face when she gave him a firm nod with her trying to comfort him, “I’m going to need you to get up. Grab that stuffed animal and Lucille. I need you to get in the car and I need you to drive to The Sanctuary. Once you leave, don’t turn back Negan. Don’t come back here. Do you understand?”

“This is wrong,” Negan breathlessly stammered with his words broken by his cries.

“But you have to be strong for me and the children,” she instructed him with one final kiss, urging him to get up. “I’m just going to sit here and wait for the sunset. Okay?”

Stumbling to his feet, Negan did what she asked of him grabbing Lucille and the stuffed animal she had grabbed for Evie, “Let her know that it was from me. Tell her the stuffed animal is named Darwin and that if she keeps that with her both Darwin and I will be with her forever. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding his head, Negan was having an incredibly hard time going the other way. Once he finally turned away from her to head back toward the car, he heard her calling out to him, “I love you Negan.”

“I love you too,” Negan whispered with a lump developing in his throat. “More than you will ever fucking know. I’ve always loved you.”

With that, Negan headed back toward the car like she asked of him. Starting to put away the things, Negan closed the trunk of the car and lowered his upper half over it counting to himself. Considering his options, he knew that he didn’t want to leave her there.

“Fuck this,” Negan started to move back toward the trees only for the sound of a gunshot to boom throughout the air. Falling to his knees, Negan felt his heart pounding in his chest now realizing why she told him to never come back. Everything went numb with his sobs growing louder at the thought of what just happened. Screaming out, Negan curled up and covered his head with his arms.

Who knows how long he stayed there until he finally pulled himself back up to his feet. Stumbling over toward the car, Negan dropped down into the driver’s seat and looked to the ring that was still between his fingers. Reaching for the necklace that he wore that had his and Lucille’s wedding ring on it, Negan added the ring to it before placing it back around his neck. Looking to his ring finger, Negan saw that his hands were shaking and he kept his eyes locked on the wedding band he had gotten for himself. With another roar, Negan started hitting the wheel of the car over and over again. Honk after honk filled the air until he finally gathered himself and started the car up just like he had promised Y/N he would do.

It felt like he was dead on the inside when he made his way back to The Sanctuary. When he did pull up, he drove into one of the loading docks and when he got out he could see that Simon was with Laura waiting for him.

“Where’s the wife?” Simon questioned, stepping forward to place his hand over Negan’s shoulder to draw his attention. Shoving firmly into Simon had him stumbling back and hitting the ground hard. Moving to the car, Negan pulled out Lucille and started his way back. “Listen, I don’t know…”

The sound of things shattering was heard when Negan started beating into the items that were lined up in the loading dock. Screaming through his anger and his pain, Negan was destroying everything in his sight leaving nothing but mayhem behind him.

“Boss man,” Simon tried to get up to move toward him, but Laura stopped him with a firm shake of her head and her hand pressed into Simon’s chest.

“He needs this,” she suggested with them standing there until finally Negan threw Lucille aside, the bat shattering a window in the car when he dropped down onto his knees. Another roar of a scream fell from his lips when Laura cautiously moved over to lower down beside Negan who started sobbing. Wrapping her arms around Negan it sounded like he was hyperventilating while he was breaking down. “It’s okay.”

“She’s gone,” Negan dropped onto his side, his face red and tear stained while his body rocked. “She’s gone. She’s gone.”

There was really no comforting Negan, but Laura was doing her best to help with him having an absolute break down before her. They had to let it run its course and it was a while before Negan stopped crying along with talking to himself. His back was pressed against the wall with his arms resting on his legs. Beside him Negan had thrown up with how hard he had been crying, but he looked severely broken.

“Negan,” Laura approached him with the large stuffed animal that she had gotten out of the car in her arms. “What do you want me to do with this.”

Staring up at Laura, Negan didn’t say a thing as he stood from the ground and grabbed the toy. Keeping the stuffed animal loosely hooked under his arm, Negan walked off into The Sanctuary. There were people staring at him from either hearing about his break down or learning through others about it, but no one dared to speak to him or fuck with him right now.

Making it up the steps, Negan walked to the room that he knew the children would be in. Stopping at the door, he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. Pushing the door open, Negan stared out at the bed seeing that Evie was playing with Nathan and the nanny. Once Evie noticed that it was Negan that was there, she immediately got up from the bed and ran over to wrap her arms around him. Instead of hugging her back, Negan’s body was tense and he was just standing there.

“Daddy,” Nathan smiled clapping his hands together when he saw Negan.

“I’m gonna need you to take Nathan to my room and stay there with him, okay?” Negan asked of the woman he had watching his children. Evie’s arms were still locked around his waist with her head tipped back staring up at him confused.

“What’s this?” Evie asked when the woman made her way around Negan and into the hallway with Nathan who seemed like he wanted to be grabbed by Negan, but Negan didn’t take him. Realizing that she was looking to the stuffed dog, Negan lifted it up and held it toward her. Accepting the stuffed animal, Evie gave him a strange look. “Dad?”

“It’s for you,” Negan responded, dropping the dog down and moving into the room further. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Negan’s fingers dug into the comforter as he wrapped them around the edge of the bed. “Your mother got it for you. She thought it looked like Darwin and said his name was Darwin.”

“Why do you look like that?” she asked squeezing the stuffed dog in closer to her as she walked before Negan on the bed. Negan’s eyes were swollen and she could pick up on the fact that he was crying. “Why didn’t mom just give him to me herself?”

“Because she’s gone,” Negan responded noticing the half smile that pressed in over Evie’s features. It wasn’t a smile of happiness. No it was an uncomfortable smile where she didn’t get what he was saying.  

“What do you mean gone?” Evie repeated what he said, her arm squeezing tighter around the stuffed animal. Reaching out, she tried to hook her fingers around Negan’s, but he didn’t return the gesture. “Daddy? Where is mommy?”

“Gone,” Negan stressed, his jaw locking up when the color started to drain from Evie’s young features. “She’s not coming back Evie.”

“What do you mean she’s not coming back?” she dropped her hand at her side noticing that Negan was almost emotionless as he sat before her. “What did you do to her? Where is she?”

“I left her,” Negan explained with a broken breath, his eyes slowly locking with hers when they started to burn over again. “I left her because she’s not…,” Negan went to speak up, his words getting caught up when he felt the warmth of his tears sliding down his face again. “Your mother is gone Evie and she’s not coming back.”

“Do you mean dead?” she dropped the stuffed animal that Negan had handed her hearing Negan’s cries starting to fill the air. “This isn’t funny dad. It’s not a good joke. I know you’ve wanted me to be better to her, but this isn’t funny.”

“I’m sorry Evie,” Negan apologized, his bottom lip trembling when he could see that her face was turning red. “Your mom got bit.”

“No, no. That wouldn’t happen,” Evie insisted with a shake of her head, her eyes starting to tear over with Negan sitting before her. “Mom has never gotten bit. Mom knows better than to be put in a position where she could get bit.”

“It was an accident,” Negan’s voice was broken and sounded completely different while he tried to explain what happened to his daughter in the best way that he could. “She got you that stuffed animal and she wanted me to tell you that his name was Darwin. That if you have it with you, you will always have her and Darwin watching over you. She wanted me to tell you that she loved you. That you were the best thing that ever happened to her. She wanted you to know that she never regretted a moment that she spent with you and that she would always love you.”

“Stop,” she ordered of Negan in a demanding tone through her cries now finding a hard time believing what he was telling her. “Mom wouldn’t make you do that, she would do it herself. Where is she? Dad! Where is she?”

Dropping his head into his hands, Negan continued to cry hearing Evie’s breathing growing rapid. A grunt fell from his throat when Evie hit him in the shoulder and he lifted his head to stare out at his daughter, “Answer me! Where is she?”

“She asked me to leave her,” Negan was honest, his words stammering when he watched Evie start to sob. “So I did. Where she was bit…there was no coming back from it. She was scared if I brought her here that she would turn and hurt you. That she would hurt Nathan.”

“So you didn’t see her die,” she suggested with Negan biting down into his bottom lip while she shoved at him to try to get him to answer her. “You didn’t see her dead! That means she could still be alive. You have to go after her. You have to get her!”

“She’s gone Evie,” Negan insisted between cries feeling Evie hit him in the chest and he let her. “She’s not here anymore. I know she’s not here.”

“Why did you leave her?” Evie yelled at Negan while hitting him repeatedly. This was what he honestly deserved. Hell, he fucking deserved worse. “You have to go back! You have to get her. You can’t just leave her there.”

“It was her last wish Evie,” Negan reasoned with her finally having her collapse into his arms after he wrapped her up in them. The warmth of her tears stained at his shirt while she sobbed in his arms. “She wanted me to go and not look back.”

“You can’t just let her rot out there,” Evie begged of Negan, pulling her head back while she stared up at him with her hazel eyes. “You have to go back out there and…”

“I promised her,” Negan stressed and she immediately shook her head, hitting at Negan’s chest again.

“I’ll never forgive you if you don’t go back there and bring her home,” Evie snapped at Negan behind tears herself, her voice breaking with how hard she was yelling at him. “Go get her!”

Lowering his head, Negan felt her hitting him over and over again until he wrapped her up in his arms again, burying his head against the side of her neck. Between both of their cries, Negan could feel her shaking in his arms, “She can’t be gone. I never said I was sorry. I didn’t…”

“She wasn’t upset with you baby,” Negan whispered, stroking his fingers through Evie’s hair in attempt to calm her. “She loved you so much, that’s why she got the dog for you. She just wanted you happy. That’s all she ever wanted.”

“Please daddy,” she begged of him behind tears. “You have to go back. You have to find her. She can’t be gone.”

Holding Evie in his arms for a few more minutes, Negan thought about Y/N and Lucille. He walked away from both of them. He couldn’t put them down. Now was his chance to finally give one of the women that he loved a grave. A place for his children to find her. Evie was right. He couldn’t leave her body out there to rot away.

Getting up, Negan instructed Laura to stay with Evie and grabbed another car. Instead of telling anyone, he just got in that car and drove after grabbing a flashlight. Faster than he should have since it was dark. By the time he returned to the town, he had Lucille in one hand and the flashlight in the other. Every part of him dreaded making it up that hill as he approached it, afraid of what he would find.

When he finally made it to the top, he let out a shuddering breath when all he saw was the gun that she had sitting on top of the hill. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t kill herself. Driving back here, Negan was almost certain that he was going to find her body after he thought she had killed herself. That’s why he left. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to see her dead so that’s probably why she made it seem like she shot herself. Gazing around the area, Negan felt his heart hammering inside of his chest.

“Y/N?” Negan screamed out her name knowing that it was long past the four hour mark at this point. There was no way she would have made it. That meant one thing. She had turned and wandered off. And he was going to have to do everything in his power to find her so he could bring her home and give her the proper grave that she rightfully deserved.

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hiii just saw your prompt list, would love some fluff for daryl with 19 and 13 xx

Title: Good enough

Pairing: Daryl x fem reader

Summary: A confrontation in the woods, after you make a almost fatal mistake on a run, doesn’t have the outcome you were expecting.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of walkers, descriptions of disposing of walkers

A/N: Thank you so much for sending me this request, I'm so grateful. Prompts: "Are you always this infuriating?" and "I'll kiss that smile right off your face, just say when." This one got a little angsty, but i kept the ending fluffy. Please enjoy!

This was the third time you'd been out this week, the third time trying to find medical supplies for everyone staying at the prison and meaning, the third time being outside the walls with Daryl.

While the two of you worked incredibly well as a team; being two of the best fighters in your group, your personalities however, seem to clash more and more frequently nowadays. 

With the increased runs meant increased awkward silences, snide comments followed by harsh jabs. 

If you were honest, you didn't know why he angered you so much but something about him really rubbed you up the wrong way but no matter how much time you spent together you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Equally you had no idea what you’d done to annoy Daryl, your mere presence seemed to irritate him in ways that you could only describe as irrational.

“We’re losing light, we should camp here?” His voice rasped into the silence, pulling you out of your manic thoughts, that were overcoming you more than you’d care to admit.

Glancing around the wooded area, you noted you had a lot of cover, it was as good a place as any but the idea of being this out in the open had your heart spiking. It had been a while since you had slept outside at night without the prison walls and fences surrounding you. You hadn’t expected to get used to that so quickly and yet here you are, panicking about sleeping in the woods, something you had all done more than enough of. You felt pathetic and irritated at yourself, so naturally you aimed that at the closest person to you, which more often than not was him.

“Here? Really?” your arms folded across your chest as you leaned your weight more on one leg and your hip jutting out with attitude, you knew he hated it and yet you couldn't stop yourself.

“Wha’s wrong with it?” He growled, starting on the defensive already. 

“You don’t even want to try and find somewhere…sheltered?”

He stared at you, face unwavering and emotionless. “Na.” And with that he put down his backpack and began setting up camp.

Sucking in a deep breath, willing yourself not to throw a rock at the back of his head, you grumbled, “Fine.” joining him by pulling out your sleeping bag and unravelling it more aggressively than was necessary. 

You helped with the tent as much as you could without feeling like you were a hindrance to him, attempting to ignore his side eye and impatient grunts and once everything was set up, night had truly arrived. 

The darkness swallowed your landscape into a gaping black abyss. You could no longer see most of the surrounding tree’s and the thick black beyond them was suffocating. Possible eyes hiding in those shadows made your chest feel tight and put your nerves on edge.

Daryl started a small fire and with the small amount of light and warmth it brang it eased your fear somewhat, even with it maybe enticing nearby walkers it was a risk you were willing to take. It was not the dead monsters that had fear churning your stomach, it was the living ones.

The silence was as thick as the darkness, that was until Daryl said, “Yer wanna take first watch or yer want me to?”

You didn’t like the idea of either, you knew sleep would elude you but you were worried sitting and staring into the night your mind would play tricks on you, only increasing your fear. And fear made people stupid. You needed to get your head in the game, for your own sake and Daryl’s. A mistake out here could cost you both dearly.

“I’ll do the second shift if you don’t mind.”

He nodded, eyeing you warily. “A’ight.” When he didn’t look away, you shifted uncomfortably on the ground, a twig snapping underneath you making you jump. 

“Listen, what happened back there–”

“We don’t need to do this.” You cut him off, your face flushing from the memory of your earlier raid in the store. Proving your point that a mistake can cost you dearly and today, you not checking thoroughly, you almost paid the price.

He continued staring at you. “I think you should stay home on the next run.”

Instant fury and embarrassment riled up in your chest, burning as it rose, your skin feeling hot all the way up your throat to your hairline. “What?”

“I’ll take Glenn, s’fine. Yer clearly need a break.” he spoke so casually, picking food out of his teeth with a pocket knife.

Your hands shook at your sides, trying to keep some semblance of control you clenched them into fists. “I’m fine, I don’t need a break.” you spoke slowly through gritted teeth.

“Ya do. It ain’t me that almost got bit by a walker today.” He shot at you, his voice low, words suddenly so full of anger, you almost reeled back before your hackles raised in retaliation. 

“That’s fucking life now Daryl, it’s almost everyday we have to deal with that shit, so don’t act like it’s not a regular occurance.” Your voice quivered from trying to contain your red hot outrage, threatening to erupt.

He scoffed, only infuriating you more, “I ain’t ever seen ya come that close to being one of ‘em, so don’t gimme tha shit. If I weren’t there, woulda been it for ya.”

Before you could even process the movement, your legs were lifting you and closing the distance between the two of you. Your fists still balled at your sides, knuckles white from your grip you were unable to release. He was immediately on his feet, eyes fixed on yours.

“Yes, Daryl, I’m aware of that. You’ve saved my life more times than I can count but let’s not forget, it goes both ways.”

“I ain’t ever been as stupid as you were today.”

You flinched, reeling, the sting of his words felt as real as if he had physically slapped you in the face. “Are you always this infuriating? What the fuck is your problem?”

“You dun get it, do ya? If somethin' happens to ya, what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Your body froze at his sudden honesty, knowing how it sounded but refusing to let yourself believe that was the meaning behind those words. Your muscles relaxed slightly, confusion sating some of the anger that had your body trembling. “You aren’t responsible for me Daryl, no-one’s going to blame you if something happens to me.”

He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, turning his back on you before spinning right back your way. “I dun give a shit bout what anyone thinks. What am I supposed to do if ya ain’t here no more?” he yelled, eyes still on you but now faltering in their confidence slightly.

You feel yourself gulp, trying to moisten the desert dry throat you have suddenly.

“What the fuck are you on about Daryl? You’d be fine, you don’t need me.” Your hands hung limply at your sides, all anger distinguished, now too distracted at the turn this fight seems to have taken.

“The hell I don’t.” His voice was quiet now as his eyes dropped to the ground, his face a slightly pinker shade than usual. Was he blushing?

You were silent, for the first time ever in a heated exchange with him and for once you had no idea how to respond. No comeback, no smart remark; nothing. You were completely taken aback. Not to mention the insanely loud pounding of your heart in your ears made it hard to concentrate. You wiped your hands on your jeans, realising how clammy they suddenly were.

“Forget it,” he storms off into the tent, leaving you standing alone with nothing but your wild thoughts and frozen limbs. That only lasts a minute before your irritation reared its ugly head again, your feet on autopilot following him in.

“Na-ah, you can’t leave it there.” you said pushing into the tent. "Tell me what the hell you mean."

"Na, nuthin’." He'd sat himself down on his sleeping bag, knees resting in the crooks of his arms.

“No, why the fuck do you care so much, when half the time you can’t stand being around me anyway.” you sat down opposite him, running a hand roughly through your hair, exhausted from today’s earlier events and now this.

He glanced up at you through his messy fringe. “I like being around yer.” he voice was just above a whisper, quite the difference to a few minutes ago. His mood swings were giving you whiplash.

“You could have fooled me.” you stare him down, trying to get a read on him. “Why do you act like you hate me most of the time?”

You watched as he chewed the inside of his mouth nervously, avoiding your eyes again and just shrugged.

You shook your head, “Daryl Dixon, that’s not good enough. I deserve an explanation.”

“That’s just it, yer deserve better, I ain’t good enough to feel the way I do about yer.” He growled.

Realisation hits you like a plank of wood right the face, but disbelief still clouded your judgement. You needed clarity. “And how do you feel, exactly?”

He stood abruptly and so did you in response, his calm mood now vanished. “Yer know how I feel!”

“Actually I don’t, Daryl. I'm good at many things but reading minds is not one of them.”

He turns his back on you, in the small space between you, shoulders slumped defeated. “I dun’ hate ya, never have. M’sorry you thought that.”

You wanted to reach out and touch his shoulder, comfort him, ease his troubled mind but your feet and arms were rooted to the spot, afraid if you moved then this entire conversation would cease to be real. You needed it to be real. You needed to hear what he had to say.

“I’m an idiot for feeling the way I do ‘bout yer, I know that. I’m not good enough for someone like yer. I’ve tried to stop, m’sorry,  I just can’t.”

Your heart felt broken, how can this man see himself this way. It didn’t make a damn bit of sense to you. And right now, in this moment, you realised exactly why he infuriated you so much. 

You had been doing the same thing he had; snapping, arguing every chance you got, disagreeing for the sake of it because you also didn’t feel like you deserved him.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered.

His head slowly lifted, turning towards you, eyes guarded and yet more open than you’d ever seen them. His stare was still cautious, searching your gaze for something. You couldn’t help smiling shyly at him, biting your lower lip with your own nerves. 

He straightened up, steeling his arms by his side and said, “I’ll kiss that smile right off ya face, just say when.”

There was something so vulnerable about the way he said it; with a shaky confidence–that much was obvious–his fingers constantly moving against each other, still chewing the inside of his lip but his feet were planted firmly in front of you, unwavering, even though he probably felt like running as far away from you as he could.

A crack of a twig outside caught both your attention, heads snapping towards the sound. He pulled out his knife and edged towards the opening of the tent, arm across protectively in front of you, keeping you behind him. 

You both recognised the familiar groans of the dead, Daryl’s tense posture relaxed slightly as he stepped outside and lunged forward. You followed quickly behind him, hearing his knife slam into the skull of the closest walker, you lunged at one setting sights for him before it could turn to you, driving your knife into his head and watching his body slump to the floor by your feet. 

Another turned and came for you. Kicking it in the chest, watching it stumble back slamming into the ground before you were on top of it and slamming your knife into his forehead. 

The stench perspiring from them was putrid, a smell that has by now been ingrained in your memory. You blew a big breath out as an attempt to rid your nostrils of it as you stood up heading back towards Daryl who cleared the last two walkers.

He stood with his back to you, surveying the woods, listening in the darkness, the way he held his knife, ready for anything. You watched him and when you were sure there were no more walkers nearby, here he was, clothes covered in walker blood, hair stuck to his face and yet, never looked more perfect. 

You couldn't help the smile that stretched your mouth.

He turned to you and frowned when he saw your face, "yer ok?" 

"When." You replied. 

He frowned for a moment before realising exactly what you meant and what you wanted, he couldn’t look away from you as he took tentative steps in your direction. 

He sheathed his knife and you did the same, when he stopped in front of you, looking down, he hesitantly asked, "Yer sure?”

"When." You enunciated the word slowly, making the corner of his mouth pull up in a one sided smile. He raised a shaky hand to your face, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ears and you instinctively leant into the warmth of his touch as he brought both hands up to cup your face.

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest, forgetting everything, your fear, the walkers, the prison, everything. 

You'd never been this close to him before and you couldn't tear your gaze away from his piercing blue eyes, so scared and unsure, completely opposite to the tough exterior he portrays.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he slowly leaned in and met your mouth with his. 

A timid and gentle kiss that you soon melted into. 

Your legs felt weak beneath you, feeling as if you were floating away from this god forsaken world with nothing but him. 

Your hands found solace in his hair, grounding you, using it to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. 

His confidence grew then, exploring your mouth with his, an arm snaking around your waist and bringing you closer, body moulded to his.

You had no idea how long you stayed that way, tender caresses between you, but you knew it wasn't long enough. But you were both sucking in much needed air and grinning somewhat awkwardly at each other.

"So…" you started now your breathing had slowed to a normal pace. "What now?"

"We'll get some rest tonight and as soon as the sun comes up we'll head back with the supplies." He replied quietly.

You couldn't help the amused huff of breath that escaped you. Good to know his confession hadn’t made him any less infuriating.

"Wha?" He questioned, his cheeks darkening in the firelight.

"I meant, what now…for us?"

His eyes darted from you to the fire and back again, suddenly seeming so unsure, "what do you want?"

"I want you." You expressed bluntly. "No more games, no more pretending not to like each other. You and me."

His mouth twitched into a smile as he nodded and closed the small amount of distance between you, running his thumb over your bottom lip and lifting your face up to his with his knuckle under your chin.

"Then I'm yours."

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~Neteyam x Na’vi Reader

~Fluff

~Proofread-no

~Summary-Enola, is Eywa’s daughter who is Neteyam’s, fated mate.

Neytiri remembers meeting you like it was yesterday. She had been watching Lo’ak and Neteyam playing and looked away to see what Kiri was showing her when she heard your giggles. She watched as Neteyam and Lo’ak chased and played with you as if you knew each other your whole life.

“You can't get me!” she watched you run towards her and hide behind her legs. “Kiri come look at this!” Lo’ak pulled the younger girls' attention, but Neteyam’s stayed on you. You started playing with the older woman’s tail completely forgetting about the game prior.

“Where is your mother little one?” she asked smiling at you, picking you up. You giggled as you reached for her braids, “she's right here!” you looked at Neteyam who was standing at his mother's feet, trying to get her to pick him up as well.

Neytiri looked around but saw no one, “I don't see her,” she questioned you while placing you down. Jake walked up behind her kissing her cheek, “who's this little girl?” you flashed him a smile before running off with Neteyam.

“She just started playing with Neteyam and Lo’ak, I asked her where her mother is, and she said she was here,” They watched as Neteyam refused to leave you alone waddling behind you. “Well, Neteyam seems to like her.” they laughed at the joke sitting down and watching you all play.

“Alright time to head back!” Jake screamed, he watched Lo’ak and Kiri come to their sides quickly while Neteyam didn't move at all. “Neteyam come quick!” Neytiri motioned him to come, but loud sobs were heard.

“I don't wanna leave my friend!” he held your hand tight crying as if he was hurt. The tears confused Neytiri as Neteyam isn't one to cry, “Neteyam I'm sure her mother is worried about her, how about we bring her home?”

The tears subsided to sniffles before he nodded, “where is your home honey?” Jake asked picking you up. “I don’t have one,” you said yawning placing your head on his chest.

That night you ended up staying with the Sullys. They had assumed you must be been left and your words were nothing but babble. But you didn't lie, Eywa was your mother. She made you, with love, and named you Enola. She raised you alone in the woods as a baby till she deemed you ready to see the tribe.

She had mated you with Neteyam at a young age, which means you both were meant to be. It was aligned in the stars that you two would get together, no matter what.

You obviously, were different from other children. You healed much quicker than a normal child and never cried unless you were separated from Neteyam. Jake remembered this moment very clearly.

Jake was watching you and Lo’ak play around, often Lo’ak played too rough which he would be reminded that. This time Lo’ak pushed you hard onto the floor scraping your knees. Jake quickly came to your aid yet you didn't cry. He watched you race Lo’ak back to get help, and by the time you got there, there was no evidence of you falling.

As you grew up, people bullied you since you were different. Neteyam never let it slide often getting into fights, but he didn't care. He was in love with you. From the moment he met you, he loved everything about you. Your close relationship with nature and how you took extra care of his siblings with him.

You had assumed everyone knew where you came from. You had spent six years by yourself, which made you enjoy being by yourself but you liked having Neteyam there.

No one ever really questioned you, so you never said anything really, Tuk was the first to even ask. “Enola, do you remember your parents?” you nodded quickly to the question making everyone stop to look at you, “I don't have a dad, but my mom is still here!” you said looking at the necklace you were trying to make. “Where is your mom?” Tuk questioned next, “she's right here,” Neytiri got up walking towards you. “Honey, you always say this what do you mean?” you smiled big, “Eywa is my mother! She made me for Neteyam,” this made Neytiri look at you funny, but a powerful wind came in and she watched as you immediately stop and feel the wind. At that exact moment, everything became clear to her. Your showing up wasn't random, it was fate. She watched as you felt the wind and let it pick your hair up, “my mother speaks to me through the wind, I am her creation, her daughter.” Tuk laughed as the wind played with her hair, Neytiri smiled and brought you into a hug, everything was clear now.

Kiri and you had a special bond. You both felt each other, she was the first person you told about being Eywa’s daughter. Being Neteyam’s fated mate. Neytiri and Jake accepted you off the bat and so did Lo’ak and Tuk. You and Neteyam had gone on a walk talking about random things when you said randomly, “when we are fully mated, I want to have a ceremony like the one Jake talks about, the one on the star he is from.”

Neteyam stopped walking altogether, “fully mated?” you turned to look at him nodding, “did you not know? We are fated, that's why we have a pull to each other. Or at least I feel a pull-,” you rambled on like you normally do. Neteyam quickly shut you off with a kiss, “you are perfect Enola,” he kissed you again this time you returned the kiss. It was slow and full of passion like you knew it be.

You broke the kiss by placing his hand on your heart, “I see you, Neteyam,” you looked into his eyes with love, “I've always seen you.” The feeling that Neteyam felt filled him with joy, “I see you, Enola I've always have. The moment I met you, I was in love with you.”

You two walked home hand in hand, like normal, but this time something was different your souls finally connected.

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HEYYY!! I was able to post, but only cus I started this one yesterday. I don't like the ending that much so I'll probably end up changing it sometime this week. But other than that hope you enjoy!! Love you all!!!

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Accepted

Unfair - masterlist

TW: caretaker leaving, guilt, substance abuse, fear of death, organized crime, this is barely whump actually

Tricia had sent the application months ago, almost forgot about it, until like five minutes prior, when she opened the letter.

An acceptance letter. 

"Dear Ms. Reed," it read, "Congratulations! We're pleased to offer you admission to..."

Tricia teared up and she could barely see the rest of the words. She saw the emblem of the institution on the stamp on the envelope, before she even opened it. 

She was finally going to do what she'd been dreaming of. And her less than ideal - and highly illegal - side hustle had got her to a point it wouldn't be a problem to afford it. Even if she stopped doing it.

She chewed the inside of her cheeks, leaving an organization as Wesley’s was near impossible, and without a criminal record, almost a laughable idea.

They might not narc, and who knows, worse comes to worst, police aren’t involved and she ends up dead in a ditch.

Applying for the course was not a spur of the moment decision, she had considered all possibilities before, it was only natural that they seem more intimidating now that she would actually follow through with the plan.

She couldn't keep her voice even as she called her parents, she started sobbing immediately after they picked up. Scaring the hell out of them that something was wrong. 

After she managed to explain, their tears of joy matched hers on the other end of the line. They promised to come over as soon as they got ready to celebrate. 

... 

She was careful not to let Wesley or anyone know, but she had more and more things to prepare moving a couple states over.

After finally packing up her stuff in the small studio she used to rent, she took all of it over to her parents' place. It was a tight fit, even conveniently boxed up, ever since she had moved out, they took over the room that used to be hers, so there was barely any space for her anymore, but she didn’t need to wait long.

There was a nice little apartment just off campus waiting for her, and just in a couple of days she would get the keys.

Tricia lamented over talking to Wesley for a long time. As people, they got closer to each other in the past few weeks, not that she suddenly found something to like about him, but they spent a lot of time together. Of course, her heart was in it for Marci, but was helping the man out by proxy as well. 

As employer and employee, it was going to be a rough conversation. She counted on their unfortunately close relationship to convince him not to outright kill her. She expected him to demand some form of compensation or something akin to that. 

No matter how much she trusted her intuition, she changed numbers, had her car repainted and replaced the license plate, of course only after she filled out a bunch of forms and had some tedious phone calls with some insurance people. 

She walked to Wesley's for the last time, with a plan she kept reciting in her head over and over again even as she walked up to the porch. 

She knocked and as always, Wesley opened the door. He frowned, confused. 

"I wasn't expecting you today," he stepped aside, giving her space to walk in. He had learned from his earlier mistakes, that she would knock a shoulder into him if he didn't do so. 

Tricia walked in, confidently, and turned around when he closed the door behind him. 

"I quit," she steeled herself. His confusion just grew, twisting his face into an almost cartoonish expression of confusion.

"What? But what about-" he started.

"I came to say goodbye to Marci," she interrupted harshly. If she gave him a chance to talk she might never get through this conversation. "I'm moving away, I'm going to college."

"You can't just up and leave!" He barely found his voice, so what was supposed to be an angry shout only formed as a surprised plea. 

"I'm not gonna snitch on you, don't worry, I don't wanna end up behind bars for any of this," she gestured around, already turning towards the hallway and Marci’s room.

"So- what? You- you'll what, work? Just go into debt paying for a worthless-" Wesley stammered.

"Not gonna work on me,” she held a hand up, her back already turned, “You also went to college, asshole, I saved up enough. So... this is goodbye. ‘she in her room?" Wesley pointed towards her bedroom door, clearly taken aback. 

"She's pretty out of it though," was the only thing he managed to say before Tricia left him standing in the entryway.

"Hi, honey," Marci was years older than her, but she felt like she was one of Tricia’s younger sisters. She was sitting on the floor, with her back against the foot of the bed. 

"Hey," she greeted, then her eyes trailed back to the curtains that hung over the window. They were moving gently in the breeze coming through. She seemed to be mesmerised by it. Tricia smiled, her chest hurt with disappointment, that she couldn’t do more.

"I came to say goodbye to you," Tricia stood awkwardly in the doorway fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

It wasn't that the sight upset her, she was almost completely desensitised to it by then, but having to have this conversation, which Marci might not even remember, it was devastating. 

"Oh, why?" She asked absentmindedly, and didn't even look at Tricia. 

"I'm moving away to college," she wiped a tear away that managed to spill over her waterline against her best efforts not to let it. 

"Hmm, college," Marci repeated. She definitely won't remember this, she noted sourly. 

"Will you be okay here?" She asked and reached into her pocket to touch the little piece of paper she wrote her new number on for her. It burnt a hole in her trousers as she heard Wesley’s footsteps close in on the other side of the door. She didn't intend to give it to Marci anyway, but still brought it as some reassurance that she could. 

"I don't know," she wanted nothing more than to cry and run away, as far away from this place as humanly possible. And she feared if she didn't turn back immediately she might never leave. So she did, opened the door and slammed into Wesley's chest.

"Watch where you're going at least," he groaned. 

"Sorry... Please take care of her," she looked up at the man with a fresh wave of tears she couldn’t wipe away.

"Of course, I will," Tricia was not reassured in the slightest. 

"No, I mean, get her off the stuff and I don't know, help her build a life or something," she looked away, embarrassed that her words got jumbled up, and came out all wrong. 

"That's- okay, whatever," he shrugged. 

"Promise me?" She asked, looking down at her feet like a child.

"That's stupid," he retorted.

"Promise me,” she repeated stubbornly.

"Okay, I promise. Are we good?" Tricia nodded. "Then go. Before I change my mind,” he waved her out the door. 

She was outside before he finished the sentence and didn't dare look back.