#but yeah. people are allowed to gif the same thing as you. grow up

[prncssie]

TWO ⎯⎯ ★ s. ryomen m. list

content warning minors and trump supporters do not interact. neither are welcome here. in this specific chapter, it gets suggestive towards the end but there is no on page smut. you can expect consensual groping in a public setting and "dick" is written once. also, the bouncer is described as creepy and acts as such but his appearance is short

WHEN I GROW UP

you thought when you strolled through the glass doors of an acting agency, — a grand building lined with glass walls, allowing the sunlight to filter into the lobby — you’d be greeted with warm smiles and maybe even a mint. this is not what you were expecting. it smells clean, citrusy, like fresh squeezed lemons and pine. the hardwood flooring, tan and matte, are smooth beneath your new balances. it’s nearly glittering a pathway guiding you to the front desk. your resume, shielded behind the manilla folder, is tucked tightly to your chest. you’ve even worn your best off-duty outfit, aiming for something simple to show off your spark. a black tube top and black jeans, perfect for forcing focus to your face full of sweet features, dollike and docile enough to render a certain impression on camera, you hope.

“hi,” you speak soft at first, a smile gracing your mouth when the receptionist lifts her head. “yeah, um, my name is ⭐︎ and i heard you had an open call today.” you can’t help the way your shoulders inch up towards your ear, a subconscious way of making yourself smaller, biting away at the ball of white hot nervousness rolling in the base of your tummy. “i was hoping to get in on that.”

it’s a shame her blonde bun is pulled so tight, straining what little polite receptors she has in her system because all the receptionist does is size you up with so much of a twitch of her glossed lips. she doesn’t smile when she slaps the clipboard atop the reflective material of the black desk. “sign here,” for a millisecond, if you'd even count it that, her lips pull tight upwards before she’s returning to whatever she was doing before, nails clacking against the keyboard. “head down that hall to the left. they’ll give you a number. wait for it to be called.”

as soon as you’re finished scribbling the black gen pen down on the white sheet, boxes full of signatures, pages stacked on over the other, she takes it back with a flat palm, dragging it over the open space. “break a leg.” and then it’s as if you were never there. you fade into the background. perhaps in her eyes, you’ve dissipated into light particles. “thanks so much,” is all you can say, lifting your eyebrows with an unamused grin, “brenda.” you catch her name off the nameplate as you leave.

this has to be normal, right? it’s not like hospitality comes with the service, if you can even call it that. people are snobby, thinking their proximity to the stars gives them some sort of privilege or immunity. sure, you wouldn’t normally take such disrespect or disregard for you as a person but maybe you could consider it as a good thing. a blessing in disguise, a side effect of success. this is the closest you’ve been to being in something bigger than yourself, an open call for anything other than a commercial for whole milk or sponsorship from some website.

you have to believe it. otherwise . . .

down the hall and the left, right? you couldn’t miss it if you tried. the bodies milling about give enough clue as to what was going on, numbers taped and pinned to shirts, pants, skirts. the jitters that you swallowed, or tried to, threaten to break free, itching just below the surface of your skin. your mouth is dry but far too wet at the same time. are you drooling? but when your hand lifts to your lips, disguised as checking for lipgloss rolling too far out of place, you don’t feel anything out of the ordinary. still, with each step  closer to the check-in table, your brain cannot stop formulating new possibilities of embarrassment. you could trip, you could forget your lines, you could throw up. none of it’s helping, especially when they’re looking at you with such expecting gazes. getting the number is the easy part, though. all you have to do is write your name down and pick it up. alike many of the others, you opt to tape it, pressing the sticky adhesive into the denim of your pants.

you find yourself in your own desolate space in the hallway, stuck between warm bodies rehearsing their lines and casting sparing glances at the competition around them. you’re unsure where to look. there’s nothing particularly beneficial about staring down the other wannabe actors around you but the idea of focusing so hard on the tiling doesn’t seem too idealistic, either. you’ve always been told it’s best to stand tall anyway, pushing an aura of confidence, even if it’s fake.

and so you do for as long as you stand there. you push your shoulders back and force all that tension between your shoulder blades, straightening your posture for as long as the situation demands. evidently, until your casting is over and you get to return home.

it’s a slow process, slower than you think it would be. you were sure when you left work a few hours ago that you’d have enough time to rinse the smell of fryer grease and burgers off your skin — you’ve since replaced it with silky strawberry lotion and powdery vanilla perfume — and arrive with more than enough time to spare. of course, you did hope it wouldn’t take too long, maybe an hour or two to finish the whole thing. however, when you pull your phone out of your little black prada shoulder bag, you learn that more than three hours have passed.

that’s a ridiculous amount of time to stand, waiting as others go into that room and leave with smiles on their faces or tears in their eyes. sometimes, they don’t have an expression at all. they simply open that heavy door and wander down the hallway, leaving an air of mystery as to what could have happened. you like to fantasize, making up stories about each person and what they could have possibly done to fail. it’s your only entertainment, one that sends you into a trance-like state as you watch and eye each passerby.

it works for a while, dulling your boredom while you wait for your turn. you would have missed the sudden whispery uproar if it weren’t for the girl beside you. her hair brushes against your arm when she turns her head to whisper to the person next to you. instinctively, you cover the tickled area with your palm and look over, bringing your attention closer to the chatter. it’s bit unexpected how suddenly it rises. in just a few minutes, the dull crowd, tired of standing and waiting, begins to buzz with excitement. around you, people whisper, eyes gawking and following figures moving through the hall.

at first glance, it doesn’t take you long to identify just who is attracting all this uproar. even if people weren’t damn near pointing at the hulking figure disregarding his attention, you’d recognize him regardless. it’s hard to miss the dyed pink hair, black roots peaking just below the tufts. his undercut is just as crisp as the pictures, fresh from recent maintenance. there’s a smirk tugging at his lips, arrogant and knowing, like all the attention he’s receiving simply strokes his ego, filling up his head with pride. he walks in a saunter, fingers wrapped around his phone and tilting his head in the onlookers direction. you can get glimpses of his iconic black gel polish, catching the glimmer of the overhead lighting.

sukuna ryomen, one of the greatest stars in the industry at this very moment. the it boy, the icon, the muse of most directors. you could be seeing too far into things when he passes you, but for a second, when your eyes make contact, there’s a particular . . . tension. perhaps you’re imagining it, a warped notion in your head that blended reality with fantasy, but his eyebrows furrow, just slightly. they twitch, jumping upwards before letting you become one with the rest of his admirers.

“ – role in another movie,” it’s a whisper coming from beside you, a comment made in his wake, after he had already made his appearance and left a notable impact. “that’s what i heard, at least. i think it’s a thriller. some psychological shit.”

a thriller? the sukuna ryomen in a thriller? it’s been a while since there’s been a movie you’be been genuinely excited to see but the prospect of such a big name with an equally big aura taking on a role like that? you’re already itching with anticipation at the thought. you wish you could be there, watch him rehearse his lines, see how he prepares for the role. there’s endless lessons you an take out of his book but you’ll never have the chance. not as long as you’re just someone auditioning and he’s at the top of the ranks.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ★

“no, cherry. i’m not getting the role.” you’re shoving airpods into your ears as you dejectedly make your way out the building. you pull your bag even farther on your shoulder, ignoring the harsh squeals your shoes make when you don’t entirely lift them off the ground. it’s what they deserve anyway, this whole company, after throwing you to the side like that. it contrasts with the clicks of heels and draws judging glares towards you but you ignore them. they’re nothing and they mean nothing after setting up such a massive event, one that you spent weeks preparing for, just for it to be pointless. “turns out, they already had someone in mind. it’s such —,” you pause, just long enough to step outside the glass doors, “such bullshit.”

“aw, honey,” her sweet southern drawl does little to comfort you as warm as it is. if anything, the empathy dripping from it riles you up further. she means well, truly. cherry is as disappointed as you are. in the short span of working together, she’s become something of a confidant, the only person who knows your goals of reaching the stars. it’s not a secret you hold close to your heart for any particular reason. it’s just . . . well, it’s just this. no one wants people to know about their setbacks. you wouldn’t find any joy in sharing your worst failures.

cherry is different, though. she’s kind about it. she has a big heart, keeping in negative comments she might have to herself. besides, cherry has a dream, too, to walk in fashion week. it was a drunken confession, sitting on the floor of your studio apartment after consuming enough white wine to send you both into fits of giggles. you considered it a housewarming.

“how do you know that? did they tell you?” she has to raise her voice over the beeping fryer alarm and the rustling around her. of course in normal cherry fashion, she picks up the phone during work hours when business is slow and she has time to waste.

“they don’t have to tell me for me to know.” you want to press your hands into your eyes, perhaps lay down beneath your sheets and hide away from the world until the fury building inside withers away. “i went in there and did my audition. they were all like ‘oh, ⭐︎, you did so good. you look so cute on camera, you’re so talented’,” you raise your voice a couple octaves to mock the casting directors, rolling your brown eyes in tandem with your words. “that’s not what they actually said but whatever. the point is, some girl walks in and they’re all over her.”

you click your tongue in a fluid motion, scrolling through the app library in search of whichever rideshare app you’ve downloaded since moving out here. with what little income you make, there’s no way you’ll be able to afford a car for the next couple of months, or even years in this economy. a ten minute ride back to your home is nothing compared to the cost of car payments and gas. “i’ve never seen her before, which is the crazy part. i don’t remember what they said her name was. edamame, uraume, whatever the fuck.”

“wait, no. i’ve heard of that name before. i’m pretty sure she was in that show with that guy.” for a moment, you hear her pause, presumably directing her attention to someone else. “yeah, honey. i’ll be right with you, m’kay? listen, ⭐︎, i gotta go, but i’ll see you tonight. we’re still on for tonight, right? i’ll take you out to this place i know. you’ll love it. i hear lotsa famous people go there. maybe you’ll meet someone who can get you a fancy role.”

your eyes settle on the dark colored sedan underlined with an identifying combination of letters and numbers. it’s only a couple dollars and you have the money to spare. you didn’t feel particularly inclined to walk those couple blocks, anyway. you find her words sort of . . . comforting, now. as optimistic as such a small possibility seems, the idea of simply running into someone worthwhile all while dancing the night away excites you. as unlikely as such an easy shortcut to success is, you still consider the small chance to be a chance at all.

“yeah, okay,” you respond with a distant sounding voice as you navigate through the nine dollar payment. it takes a few seconds for the screen to reload, proposing you begin to make your way to the pickup location. “i’ll see you later.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ★

the club cherry took you to, it’s everything and nothing you expected it to be at the same time. you scrolled through pictures of the three story building on google reviews while cherry showered, filling up the small confines of her bathroom with steam and the scent of dove cucumber body wash; she insisted on you getting ready at her place after seeing the lackluster apparel hanging in your closet. you didn’t think they were that bad and yet, she parroted on and on that the bouncer would not let you in the clothes you planned on wearing. and she was right, he wouldn’t. here he stood, scrutinizing and slightly predatory gaze across each clubgoer. he took his time with the women, eyebrow quirking when someone particularly piqued his interest. gross, but expected.

it’s just as lively as you thought it would be, people milling around the entrance with id in hand. occasionally, the cars driving by would slow down and glance at the pedestrians, some gathered in groups and drunkenly skipping down the pavement. the lights are flashy, the people are giggly. it's exactly as a club scene should be. the only thing that’s missing is . . . well, the music.

you make note of it as you stand in line, arms wrapped around your body and shifting your weight from leg to leg. there’s no music, at least none you can hear. back in your little town closer to the rural edges of the countryside, you spent quite enough time at the club. you treated it as your own personal spotlight, finding great fun in putting on different personas to enchant men for the night. it could be considered where your love for acting really started, or maybe not. maybe you just sound crazy.

“okay, when we get up there,” cherry leans into you, ducking her head to get her words more clearly heard in your ear. she’s already a couple inches taller than you and with the heels on her black boots pushing her up, those inches became more than just a couple, “don’t say anythin’. well, you can speak but i’ll handle most of it. mike is real fickle. he likes to flirt with the girls and if you don’t make him happy, you don’t get in.” 

“you brought me to a place where the girls are forced to be creeped on by the bouncer for admission?”

cherry clicks her tongue at your words. she follows the flow of the line and takes a step forward, momentarily looking over her shoulder to meet your eyes. “sometimes he doesn’t make us pay.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ★

you’re drunk. you don’t have to ask someone to know. there’s no need for a breathalyzer, no need to hang of cherry’s shoulder and smile that pink-lipped, sugar-coated, loopy smile. the confirmation is in the way you walk. it’s in your tingling hands and your tingling lips. it’s in your airy laughter and your slurred words as you teeter across the dance floor. it’s in the way you sit now, perched on the edge of a chair and drunkenly kissing . . . someone. a girl, a guy, you don’t know. it wouldn’t make any difference really.

they’re probably just as drunk as you are, hands gripping and pulling at  your dress, or rather the dress you borrowed. in the back of your mind, you’re scowling and making note to check for snags later, considering how ungracious they’re being. so much so that you’ve been tasked with the responsibility of tugging your dress up every so often as the constant threat of your boobs slipping out. 

you’re not enjoying this, not as much as you want to be. you’re meant to loosen up, get out there, “make connections, whatever that means to you”, as cherry said in her honeyed dialect. that’s what you hoped to do, connect your mouth to another’s in a way that enthralled you in a more lustrous way, with tensions that weigh heavy in a bubble that surrounds you and makes you hungry for more.

you kind of sit there while they begin to mouth along your jawline with more tongue than you prefer. the distaste hits you strong enough you to put your hands on their shoulders after minutes of kissing starving lips. with a firm grasp, you push just slightly, politely even. you still give them that drunken smile even with the sudden detachment and rise to your feet. the base of your shoes knock against the metal leg of the chair and you stumble a few steps on your way up. “i will be right back.” you doubt your voice carries over the bass-boosted music. the beat alone vibrates the floor and rattles your brain in your skull. you both know this isn’t true, or at least you know and that’s enough for you. your toothy smile is concealed as your face falls to rest and you turn, purposefully taking a winding route through the crowd.

you lost cherry a while ago. in retrospect, she’s a bit of a terrible friend for vanishing like that so suddenly with the assumption that you’d be fine. the fault really lied in the decision that you should both drink tonight, as if two wasted girls were ever a good idea. however, it’s too late to be playing the blame game. you’re already taking wobbly strides under the strobe lights while a mixture of house and electronic plays in the background. there’s no real destination you’re heading towards. you follow the movement of the crowd, swaying and leaning. left, right, left, right.

in the moment, staying just where you are is appealing. it calls to you like a siren’s song, begging and pleading with you to stay. have another drink, kiss someone else, live under the colored lights. before you know it, you’re dancing to the music. it’s not what you’d typically listen to but when you’ve had this many shots in those cute little glasses, anything will do. your eyes are still closed as you dance, pulling moves from your mental catalog of video vixens and pop icons. it’s a mess, a flurry of arms and legs. your hair becomes an accessory, an extension of yourself, an object of seduction when you brush it out your face. your hips find the beat with ease and you find enjoyment in being alone, despite knowing you probably should be apprehensive.

it doesn’t take long before there’s a hand settled on your hip, hovering at first, waiting for permission to make contact with your skin. you spot it somehow in your drunken haze and take a hold of it without hesitation. you stamp the hand against your hip, ruffling the dress you adorn beneath their light hold. you only have a short moment to glance over your shoulder and assess the stranger you have welcomed into your one person party. he’s a pleasing sight, although slightly obscured by the blinding overhead lighting, constantly moving and flashing shades of blue, purple, and red. you catch tufts of black and pink lips upturned into a smirk.

it’s good enough for you so you turn and bend at the waist, dipping your head and letting your soft curls toss over your crown. you push the clothed and plush fat of your ass against the stiff fabric of this stranger’s jeans. you both move in an enthralling whirl. you just, met, or rather just become aware of each other’s presence, but somehow you mesh together in a balanced blend of bodies and flirtatious glances.

his hand is firm on your chest. he can feel the warmth of your bare skin where the dress leaves you exposed. he’s pleased to discover he can also feel the swell of your breasts and where they begin to deviate from your otherwise leveled skin. he has to bend at the waist to get to you, but once he does, you’re back to standing, chest to back and a grin on your face. his breath is hot on your ear and his voice is deep. it warms your drunken insides like a warm cider, thoroughly spiced. “are you here with someone?”

your feet tangle with themselves as you turn to face him. you’re careful, slow, calculating each step and maintaining your balance with a strong grip of his forearms. you squeeze and hum at the strong muscle relaxed beneath. “maybe, probably. if she’s still here.” you’re moving again, languidly resting your arm over his shoulder. “what’s your name?” you have to place a hand over the top of your head to cover your eyes from the glaring color changing lights. he looks familiar, extremely familiar. however, you’re drunk and it’s dark. you aren’t so concerned with placing a distinct name to a face and more concerned with what you’ll be calling this person you presume you’re going home with tonight.

sure, it wasn’t what you originally believed yourself to be doing. the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind, nor would you do this on any other occasion but it’s your first night out in a new town. you’ve had the letdown of a century and your boss is absolute shit, never showing up to do anything but complain and order you around. with a pretty boy right at your fingertips, why should you deny yourself? just for one night, at least.

it takes him a second. you assume he doesn’t quite hear you over the music bumping in the background because he blinks, dark eyebrows drawing together just slightly, and that smirk is returning right back on his pink lips. “kuyo,” his hands downwards, smoothening under the crease of your butt.

“unusual name but whatever you say.” your eyes track him low-lidded and just barely disguising the hearts beginning to form in your eyes. he moves close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath. it reeks of something strong, something like henessey cocktailed with a flurry of drinks downed without a second thought.

kuyo can only chuckle, one that goes unheard in your ears. he ignores your little comment, experimentally grazing his fingers along your body, both clothed and unclothed while gauging your reaction. and when he finds none, just your sweet smile, he continues pulling and squeezing and groping with little regard for those around you. you’re in a club. people should expect to see a little frisking. “i don’t like beating around the bush and i’m sure you’re a smart girl so you know what i’m gonna say. do you want to go back with me or not? we’d have to go to yours though. roommates.”

you almost laugh. there’s already a giggle building in your throat at his sheer audacity. kuyo didn’t even ask. he didn’t suggest, didn’t pose a question. he simply invited himself over, granted, that’s if you let him. usually, you’d pull back. you’d scoff in kuyo’s face, shake your head and disappear, never to be seen again. but his hands, they’re so strong. and his shoulders are so broad, and his chest is so firm, and his smile is so— “this better be the best night of my life, pretty boy.”

he gives one final squeeze to your midsection, savoring that feeling of plush skin molding around his fingers. the next time kuyo feels it, he knows it’ll be without these silly restrictions such as clothes and peering eyes. not that he’d mind, but he does doubt you want to be split on his dick in the middle of a club. “oh trust, it will be.”

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[tiredfox64]

Part three of Go for the Kill? But its based ok the ending where reason is with all three of the brothers? She soon gets knocked up and the threee fight over whose it is? >:3

The Soil was Tilled Enough

Prior notes: I knew somebody would ask for this. Had a That’s so Raven moment when I was writing that last part.

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: You’re gonna have a stroke with my reasoning.

You are faced with a light pink stick in your hands. You were growing tired and sick just days before which worried the brothers a lot. The last thing they want is for their vicious woman to grow horribly ill. Oh but this is no illness. This is the miracle of life.

Yeah this is a strange situation. Truly a spectacle that has some people, or more like someone, disappointed. Liu Kang ain’t too happy that his paid assassin would be out of commission for at least a year. What he also doesn’t like is hearing that the brothers are fighting over who is the father. The yelling is really getting annoying.

“It can’t possibly be your child! I slept with her first!” Bi-Han yelled directly in Tomas’ face.

“We all slept with her first! You are just jealous that the baby is possibly mine!” Tomas yelled right back.

The only one staying calm was Kuai Liang. He stayed right next to you, rubbing your belly as you contemplated the same thing. Who is the father?

Alright, so you put too much faith into Plan B. Guess it wasn’t made to handle loads upon loads of baby-making liquid from men who probably never allowed themselves to feel relief in quite a while. Plus the fact that they love you a lot made the chances of you getting pregnant much higher. I think they were aiming for that goal but I’m not a mind reader.

“What are we gonna do? Are we ready enough to handle having a baby and raising it?” You questioned, concerned about way too many things.

“Of course can handle it. The baby will be in safe hands. Even if the baby is not mine I promise to take care of them as if they were my own.” Kuai Liang made that promise to you.

Kuai Liang really loves you and just wants the best for you. He doesn’t want you to worry too much especially now that’s you are pregnant. His commitment to you made you feel a little better, knowing he won’t be mad about whose baby it is. The other two…yeah that’s gonna take some time.

At this point Bi-Han had Tomas in a headlock which made Tomas start punching Bi-Han’s arms in defense. Kuai Liang ran in to split the two apart.

“Enough of this! This fighting won’t solve anything.” He yelled at them both.

“I do not understand why you are not threatened by the fact that Tomas might have impregnated her. What good will that baby do coming from a man like him?” Bi-Han was being harsh again which made Tomas punch him.

“It does not matter. She is pregnant and she wants to keep it. We must support her no matter what.”

Kuai Liang was right and all the brothers had to agree with his statement. Though Bi-Han was still being as stubborn as ever. If he just keeps the mindset that it’s his baby in there he will be fine.

“Well, do you know how far along you are?” Tomas asked.

“Considering the last time we did it was a couple of weeks ago and I’m getting sick, it might be four to six weeks.”

Oof, if it’s six it can only get worse when it comes to the symptoms. Get ready to start taking bathroom breaks and getting sick from smells.

“It will still be a few weeks before we can get a paternity test done.” You added on.

“We should do that. Settle this debate early on whose child this is.” Bi-Han was on board with doing a paternity test even though he didn’t know you can test that while still pregnant. It’s that old mindset don’t worry.

“I want to the know the gender first. I wanna see if we are having a baby boy or a baby girl.” Tomas gushed at the idea.

“No you don’t, Tomas! We will not wait to find out the gender first.”

“Yes we will, brother. It will teach you to have some patience. It will also test if you still love her enough to take care of her while she is going through this.”

Kuai Liang was shutting Bi-Han down at every opportunity. How dare his little brother accuse him of not loving you. Fine, he’ll wait. They’ll all wait. And as that goes on they will start preparing things for you like a nursery. They gonna spoil the hell out of you.

A woman who is pregnant is a strong woman indeed. They will make sure to take good care of you. They will do their parts as the possible fathers.

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Finally! Week thirteen! You can expect your results to be one hundred percent accurate when it comes to the gender. Now here’s the interesting part—

“WHAT!” You, Tomas, Bi-Han, and Kuai Liang all yelled at the doctor in shock.

…I didn’t get to finish. Let me speak up. Damn…

As I was saying the interesting part was that as time went on you noticed your belly was getting quite big. It was a little too early but you didn’t think it was anything much. This was your first time being pregnant so you thought it was normal.

Not necessarily.

“T-twins? We are having twins? And they are all ours?” Tomas was questioning the doctor on how accurate it was.

The ultrasounds did show two little babies. Two little nuggets growing inside you. And they are both boys, congratudolences!

“It’s called Heteropaternal superfecundation. It’s incredibly rare but it can happen. Especially to someone with three partners.” That doctor was throwing shade at you. She was just jealous.

“So one of those boys is definitely mine,” Tomas was all smiles, “But what about the other one?”

Yeah, what about the other one? Still got the other two. They are blood related so this might be harder.

If it’s Kuai Liang’s this might not end well for him since Bi-Han was staring him down with a death glare. Luckily the doctor had something to say about that.

“That’s the thing, we can’t tell. Because they are related there is some difficulties. So as far as any of you know, they are both the father of that other little boy.”

Kuai Liang is content with that. He is just happy to start a family and have a child with you. Bi-Han…ah he gives up. There is no point in being upset about this. There is nothing anyone can do. He’ll be happy to have a son of his own that he can train and possibly be the next grandmaster to the Lin Kuei.

All the brothers are happy to be fathers to a wonderful set of twins, dizygotic twins to be exact. Tomas is already imagining having the twins play together and teaching them to take care of one another. Kuai Liang is imagining caring for them both and teaching them to be good brother. Bi-Han already preparing in his mind a plan to train his son. That’s his responsibility.

The tension between the brothers dissipated. There was no reason to fight and stress you out even more. Looks like they better get more things ready for the babies. The nursery has to be big enough to accommodate two of them.

You have a good support system going on here. I hope you are happy with your multiple lovers and your set of twins.

…

Oh don’t tell me, you want to know who the father actually is. Alright so the clinic didn’t actually have the advanced technology to figure out who the father was when it came to Kuai Liang and Bi-Han. They were only certain on Tomas.

The true father is…I don’t know. What? Did you think I knew all? No! Even I don’t know. And do you even wanna know? Just let be happy that they are happy. Now get some rest, mama. You have a long journey ahead of you and it’s called motherhood.

After notes: Why do I keep doing twins? I’m scaring myself. Here’s a fact about me I have a high chance of having twins if I were to get pregnant. Yeah, I know, crazy. Please tell me I haven’t manifested this for myself my period still hasn’t come oh gosh 😭. I would have done triplets for this fic but nature doesn’t work like that. Well since I’m done I get to eat. Adiós! (Pls make my period show up y’all)

[ghostboneswrites2]

A Mess || Reader Walsh X Daryl || Part 1

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring everything here, beginning with this series since it was the most popular!

Summary: You grow tired of sneaking suspicions of Lori and your husband sneaking off together. When you finally catch them in the act, a grumpy redneck happens to be the one to help you through it in his own, unconventional way.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: profanity, nongraphic depictions of sex, TWD typical violence

        You were so sick of him. The way he stood with his hands on his hip, squinting in the Georgia sun as he watched over the camp -- or, more specifically -- watched over Lori. 

        You respected it at first, when Rick didn't wake up and he told you, "We gotta go get Lori and Carol, (Y/N). We just got to. I gotta do right by him."

        You didn't say anything when you were all stopped on the highway, watching the planes drop bombs on the city that was supposed to welcome you into safe refugee centers, and his first instinct was to hold Lori instead of you. You thought she had to be terrified, to lose her man and have to keep their son safe in such trying, unpredictable times. She probably needed that hug more than you, his own wife.

        You were young when you married Shane. A drunken night led to one thing, one thing led to a baby, a baby led to another thing; a ring. But, you had a miscarriage after the wedding, and as we all know that doesn't nullify a marriage. Regardless, it wasn't a bad marriage. The relationship was mostly solid. You had suspicions, like when he'd come home from a night out with the other guys on the force with what you could have sworn were faded lipstick stains that he couldn't wipe off well enough, or smelling faintly of perfume and cigarettes. Still, he took good care of you, and you had a fair bit of freedom. He financed your art supplies, bought you records, helped you get back into school.

        Your parents never had a good marriage so in comparison, you were doing well for yourself. Better than your mom, who lived on wine and Xanax, or your dad, who worked his fingers to the bone in that office, hunched over a computer, addicted to porn and cigars.

        You often wondered if they had survived the initial outbreak, or if they were stumbling around King County somewhere with no heartbeat.

        You shook the thought away, eyeing Shane from atop the RV where you were supposed to be watching for walkers. His skin was shiny with sweat. You wondered how long it'd be before he disappeared into the wood again. Funny how Lori always seemed to disappear at the same time, no doubt leaving Dale or Carol to keep an eye on Carl. Funny how since you'd all set up camp there by the quarry, Lori hadn't been able to make eye contact with you. Funny how he had been short with you, yet somehow managed to remain controlling  as ever. You weren't allowed out of his sight unless he was already out of yours. You couldn't talk to men like Ed or Merle and his brother. You couldn't touch the guns, not until he showed you how to use one properly. You couldn't go wash up in the quarry unless he was there to escort you at night, which he conveniently never was. You couldn't--

        "You alright up here?" Dale asked.

        "Oh. Yeah." You shook your head clean of the whirlwind of suspicion.

        "Don't seem too focused." He observed.

        "Yeah, you're right. Sorry." You said, holding the binoculars to your eyes and turning your attention to the trees.

        "Why don't you go on and take a break. I'll keep an eye out for now." He offered.

        "Actually, you know what? That would be really great. Thanks Dale." You smiled and passed his binoculars to him. You wanted to protest. Watch duty was your favorite, and just about the only thing you could do to make yourself useful aside from washing other people's dirty underwear.

        You climbed down from the roof, expecting to walk over to your husband, but he wasn't where he stood just moments prior.

        You turned to Amy, who was sitting on the steps of the RV, fanning herself. It was a particularly hot day.

        "Hey. Did you see where Shane went? I just saw him over there." You asked, her pointing to where he once stood.

        "I think he went to check the perimeter." She said, holding her hand over her eyes to look up at you without being blinded. It was probably just about noon now with the sun high in the sky.

        "Right." You nodded. You scanned the campers around you. "What about Lori?"

        She shook her head.

        "No, haven't seen her in a while. Carl's over there with Carol. She might know."

        You sighed, thanking Amy as you made your way to Carol.

        "Hey. Seen Lori?"

        "Yeah. She asked me to watch Carl for a bit. Not sure where she went, though."

        You felt a heat in your chest. Exactly as you suspected.

        You jogged back to Amy. "Hey, which way did Shane go?"

        She pointed over to the tree line on your left.

        "Thanks, again." You smiled in a thin line as you marched to the woods. You were determined to put an end to this shit, one way or another.

        You knew they couldn't have gone far. You had just seen him not five minutes ago. You were sure you could catch up. If the Dixons were around, you'd be half tempted to approach one and ask them to track for you. Probably the younger one. That Merle would probably ask you what you were willing to give in return, and you had a feeling he wouldn't be looking for payment in the material sense. You heard quiet rustling and heavy breaths. You ducked down and made slow, quiet steps, glancing down at the ground periodically to avoid any snapping twigs or overly crunchy leaves. You came to some thicker bushes and brush, crooning you neck to peer over the leaves and thorns. 

        Your stomach dropped. There it was. His sweat stained white tee, panting over her navy blue tank top that fit rather loosely with all the weight loss. Her jeans and underwear in a little pile off to the side, his gun set right on top. You clenched your jaw. You wanted to storm over and yell obscenities, to kick them both into the dirt. You were stuck, though. You couldn't move. You were so angry that you were cemented in place. Most of all, you were hurt. You were younger than Shane, and younger than Rick and Lori, but somehow, some way you thought Lori was a friend to you. You watched Carl when she and Rick took date nights from time to time, you two grabbed coffee together, went back to school shopping for Carl just to get you out of the house.

        It would have been one thing had she not known you, had she been a complete stranger, but she was supposed to be a friend, and Shane, he was your husband. Tears stung at your eyes as your pulse became noticeable under your skin.

        That's when you saw something else, a human shape walking up behind them. Could it be? A walker coming to exact your revenge for you? No, you could never be so lucky. It was the Dixon, the young one. His boots were heavy against the forest floor, drawing the attention of Shane and Lori. They both scrambled, Shane standing and buttoning his pants back up as Lori sat and pulled her jeans over her lap to cover herself. 

        "Hey, man -- I -- We can explain --" Shane stuttered, Lori looking mortified.

        "Ain't me ya gotta explain to." Daryl shrugged, glancing over Shane's shoulder at you as you slowly stood to your feet from behind the bushes.

        "Look, man. You say anything --" Shane hissed, no doubt gearing up for some halfhearted threat, but Daryl cut him off again.

        "Won't have to." He told Shane, throwing another look at you, this time prolonging eye contact.

        Shane and Lori followed his gaze and landed on you.

        "(Y/N)" Lori breathed.

        You tore your eyes from the huntsman, shooting visual daggers at your unfaithful husband and his backstabbing mistress.

        Shane took a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face. You said nothing. There was nothing to say. You just looked at Daryl one more time before you turned around.

        "(Y/N), come on!" Shane called after you. "Let's talk about this."

        You didn't want to. You just stomped your way back to camp, ignoring the curious eyes as you pulled all your things from your shared tent with Shane. You really only had your backpack and a blanket. The two of you shared the sleeping bag and a single pillow, but you didn't want that. It would smell of Shane, and at that moment the thought of him made you nauseous. You took your bag and your blanket, and made your way down to the quarry. Surely that would be the most peaceful place to sleep, by the water, under the stars, away from everyone else. 

        "(Y/N.)" Shane said from behind you after he likely followed you back. "What the hell are you doin'?" He asked, referring to your backpack and blanket in arms.

        "Fuck you." You grumbled.

        "C'mon, what are you doin'?" He asked again. You spun on your heel, seething.

        "No, Shane. What the hell are you doing?!" You shouted, drawing eyes from all around. You didn't care. In fact, you saw it as an opportunity. "Sneaking off?! Getting your dick wet?!"

         "Don't do this here." He said quietly, glancing over his shoulder to where Carol sat with Carl and Sophia. They were all staring in shock, the whole camp. He reached his hands out to grab your shoulders but you stepped back, chest heaving with rage.

        "Oh, why? So your girlfriend's kid doesn't know she's getting down and dirty with you in the leaves out there?" You spat back, only loud enough for him to hear. "You haven't touched me in weeks. Not since the night we left home, but you can't keep it in your pants around your dead best friend's wife?"

        You shoved his chest with both hands, dropping the blanket to the ground in the process. His eyes grew dark, that pleading expression turning cold.

        "I don't give a fuck how sorry you are or aren't. I don't give a good god damn how guilty she feels. I hate you, and I hate her." You added, just to drive the knife in deeper. If they could stab you in the back, you'd stab them in the chest. 

        "Don't be stupid." He growled.

        "Stupid is having unprotected sex in the middle of the woods when your wife is sitting on top of an RV with binoculars. Stupid is fucking your best friend's wife. Stupid is--"

        He grabbed your arm with force, dragging you far away from the others. He lened in close to your face, eyes wide with fury.

        "You need to stop." He warned.

        "I am stopping. I'm stopping all of it. Congratulations, Shane. You don't have to hide your affair anymore. Because you no longer have a wife to cheat on. Oh, and by the way, you suck at hiding it. You both do. The whole fucking camp can see you two disappearing at the same time, every single day. We all see how you look at her, how you play house with her and Carl like your wife isn't sitting ten feet away. Is that what it is? You like making me look like a fool?"

        "I'm only gonna tell you once." He hissed, scowling down at you like you were the one who betrayed him. "Keep your mouth shut."

        "No problem." You sneered. "I'll keep my mouth shut, and you'll keep your distance."

----

        It was dark out. Despite the blazing heat in the daytime, the nights could get pretty chilly, especially down by the water. You didn't mind. You set against the cliff, back rested against your bag, blanket wrapped over you nice and snug. You enjoyed all the stars above. They were hard to see back home, but now, without all the light pollution, they were beautiful.

        "Shouldn't be out here alone." A husky voice rasped. You looked down past your feet to see the shadow of an archer, the very one who happened to catch Shane and Lori when you did.

        "Nah. If any of those freaks stumble through here, they'll be drawn to the fire and the lanterns. I'm safer than ever over here in the dark."

        "Mm." He hummed. "Y'alright? After--"

        "After I caught my husband fucking another woman? Yeah. All things considered, I'm better than ever." You scoffed.

        "Bein' mad don't mean ya gotta be stupid. Can't stay out here." He insisted.

        "Well, my tent is Shane's tent, and the RV is full." You sighed.

        "Jus' take mine." He offered.

        "Yours." You repeated. "And you're gonna sleep where?"

        "Outside. Prefer it that way anyway." He shrugged.

        "Yeah, no. I'm not kicking you out of your own tent."

        "Ain't kickin' me out if I offer." 

        "Well, thanks, but I'll be declining that offer."

        "Suit yourself." He said as he walked back to camp. Daryl wasn't the type to go out of his way for someone else. In fact, it was rather annoying that you couldn't accept his kindness when he felt obliged to offer it. He saw how you looked when you caught them, the sickening blend of grief and rage. You hadn't done anything to deserve that, at least to his knowledge, yet you were the one with nowhere to sleep. It didn't sit right with him.

        He remembered something, though. A bottle of whiskey he had stashed away in his tent. If he couldn't convince you to sleep somewhere warmer and safer than on the bed of red clay by the water, maybe you'd accept something to take your mind off it all.

        He ducked into his tent and grabbed his bottle, paying no mind to his fellow survivors all huddled around the fire making small talk. Lori and Shane sat near each other, Carl in between them talking to Shane about his favorite heroes, Shane telling him stories about his dad.

        Shane's eye caught Daryl as he made his way down the quarry with a bottle of liquor, no doubt on his way to you. He felt a heat in his chest, the same kind you felt when you found him rolling in the dirt with Lori. She noticed his sudden tension and followed his gaze. She looked back to Shane with worry, attempting to calm him with her eyes.

        Daryl found you laying on your side, backpack under your cheek like a pillow.

        "Ya sleep?" He asked.

        "No." You said, monotone and irritable.

        "Ya like whiskey?"

        You sat up. Of course you liked whiskey, this is the south.

        "You have some?" You inquired. He held the bottle out to you and you took it, twisting off the cap and taking a large swig. "Thanks."

        "Ain't a gift." He clarified. "But ya look like you could use a drink."

        He sat down a foot away from you, facing the water. You passed the bottle back to him.

        "Well, thanks for sharing."

        "Mhm."

        "What would you do?" You asked him.

        "Huh?"

        "I mean if you had a wife out here and you caught her fucking someone else."

        "Kick her outta my tent." He said.

        "And if it was her tent?"

        "Too bad. Shouldn't've been sleepin' around." He shrugged, swigging the bottle and passing it to you.

        "Uhuh." You nodded, sipping. "What else?"

        "You askin' me for advice or somethin'?" 

        "Something like that." You guessed.

        "Well I'd probably kick his ass for fuckin' my wife knowin' I was right there."

        "Mm. I'd love to but I can't exactly whoop someone who still has to look out for a kid."

        "Guess ya just gotta ignore 'em." He suggested, taking the bottle as you handed it over.

        "How? I live with them."

        "Want me to kill 'em?" He joked. You chuckled.

        "Kinda." You admitted.

        "Mm. Too easy. I'd tie 'em up outside the city and leave 'em to the walkers." 

        "Oh, you've put thought into this?" You asked. He tipped the bottle bac and took a gulp.

        "Nah. If I did I'd have somethin' more creative."

        "The hell's this?" Shane asked, suddenly looming over the two of you.

        Daryl stood up. "Just havin' a drink." He said, eyeing Shane.

        "With my wife?" Shane stepped forward, so Daryl did too.

        "Looks single to me." Daryl shrugged. He didn't come over with the intentions of making a move on you. Really he hadn't noticed you around at all. He, however, also wasn't one to back down from a fight, and he already had a distaste for the ex-fed, self proclaimed leader.

        "What?" Shane asked through gritted teeth, swaying as he grew more antsy to take a swing. 

        "You're a real piece of work, you know that Shane?" You sighed, standing up. You weren't phased by his sudden intrusion, you knew him too well to be surprised.

        "Yeah, why don't ya go back to sleepin' with the widow?" Daryl added. That was enough for Shane. He threw the first punch, but Daryl recovered quickly, getting a good knock to the ribs in before you inserted yourself between them, one hand to each man's chest.

        "Can we chill with the dick-measuring contest? He brought me a drink because he felt bad for me. Nothing else, because unlike you," you said to Shane, "some men are capable of keeping their willies tucked away."

        "Yeah, right, like he wasn't just waitin' for you to get drunk and start feelin' vengeful." Shane spat.

        "I don't fuck drunk girls, asshole." Daryl spoke up. "That's for cops and losers."

        "Man, you think you can take me? You want a piece of this?" Shane started to raise his voice now.

        "Yeah, c'mon then, prick." Daryl said, throwing his arms up. The two men stepped in circles around you as you tried to keep a barrier between them.

        "Yeah, come on then, pussy!" Shane shouted.

        "Pussy? Nah, man. You're the coward, slidin' your dick in some vulnerable window when ya had a tight piece o' ass right here waitin' for ya every night!" Daryl yelled back.

        "What is goin' on here?" Lori came in, eyes blazing between the three of you.

        "Wha'd'ya waitin' for, man? There's your side piece, go on and get her!" Daryl said.

        Shane lunged forward and you gripped around his torso tight, banking on the hope that he wouldn't hurt you to get past you, at least nit in front of her.

        "Don't fuckin' talk about here like that!" Shane seethed.

        "Yeah well ya sure didn't care 'bout me callin' your wife a tight piece of ass! I see where your priorities lie!"

        You couldn't afford to get distracted with the details as you put all your focus and strength into holding on to Shane to prevent anyone from getting hurt. However, the Dixon made some valid points.

        "Stop it, you two!" Lori begged.

        "Hate to say it," you strained against Shane's strength, digging your feet into the dirt as his strong frame fought against you. "But I'm with Lori."

        "Y'all need to calm down before--"

        "Is everything okay?" Dale's voice sounded from behind Lori, cutting her off. Amy, Andrea, and Morales stood with him. Lori sighed and put her hand over her forehead.

        Shane finally relented and you gratefully let go of him, turning to face the crowd of onlookers.

        "What happened here?" Dale inquired.

        "He was makin' a move on my wife." Shane panted, still coming down from the surge of adrenaline and rage.

        You scoffed, gawking at his audacity. You glared at Lori for a moment, running your tongue over your teeth before you shook your head and chuckled.

        "No, he brought me a drink because he felt bad for me, sleeping out here alone." You corrected.

        "Why are you sleeping all the way out here?" Andrea asked, shaking her head with confusion.

        "Yeah, it's really not safe. You should be up there with us." Amy added.

        "Yeah, Shane, Lori." You cocked your head to the side, crossing your arms as you looked between the two of them. "Why am I sleeping all the way out here? Hm?"

        Lori looked at you with wide, anxious eyes as Shane just shot daggers at you and Daryl. Lori looked back to everyone else, who seemed to be confused, except for Dale who had a knack for picking up on things.

        "Maybe we should head back to camp. It's getting late." Dale suggested.

        "I'm good." You rolled your eyes. "Thanks for ruining yet another peaceful moment." You said to Shane.

        "I'm confused." Andrea spoke up. 

        "Oh, allow me to clarify." You smiled, sickeningly sweet. Lori shook her head at you, but you ignored her. "Shane, my husband, and Lori, have been keeping a secret from us. Care to share with the class?"

        "(Y/N), man, come on. Why you gotta start problems?" Shane let out an exasperated sigh.

        "No? Okay, allow me to speak on your behalf, then. My husband has been fucking Lori, who, if you guys weren't aware, is married to Shane's best friend, who he claims is dead." You said.

        God, did that feel good.

        Everyone looked stunned, save for Lori who just looked humiliated and mortified, and Shane, who was more pissed than anything else.

        "Some leader, huh? A real honest guy." You added, just to add insult to injury. Salt in the open wound, if you will.

        "Oh...kay... Why don't we just.." Dale was at a loss for words.

        "Maybe (Y/N) can stay in the RV with us." Amy suggested.

        "Yeah, I think that'd be just fine." Dale agreed.

        "No need." You looked to Shane, smirking. "Daryl here has offered his tent."

        Daryl shot you a look. He had no intentions of being your pawn in some twisted revenge scheme.

        "You did?" Andrea asked.

        Daryl nodded. "Yeah, told her she could have it 'til she figures somethin' else out."

        "And you're gonna sleep... Where?" She wondered.

        "Outside." He shrugged.

        Shane scoffed and shook his head, hands rested on his hips in that police stance you had grown to hate. Your nostrils flared at him in disgust. 

----

        "Why'd ya do that?" Daryl asked.  You were all back at camp now. He was grabbing some essentials from his tent to make room for you. "Make it like it was somethin' it ain't?"

        "What do you mean? I told the truth. You offered your tent."

        "Nah, you wanted to get under his skin." He shook his head at you as you stood with your bag over your shoulder and your dusty blanket balled up in your arms.

        "I mean, yeah, but--"

        "But nothin'. I ain't gon' be part of your revenge and I damn sure ain't gonna be no rebound dick to ride 'til ya feel better." He cut you off before he stormed away.

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Ocean child tears

A/N: The fight may not be in the right order- but I hope you all still enjoy it!

summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, gore, swearing, slight comfort at the end?, Gn! reader.

Character(s): Poseidon x Young demigod! Reader(Platonic)

It was almost time for the third round, of what you thought were pointless battles. Even though the humans were reckless, greedy, wrathful, and pitiful you never saw a need to kill them all. You were human too. Well, Half.

And that was one of the reasons why you wondered why the almighty Poseidon took you under his wing. He despised humans so why would he accept you. But you digress, you were very grateful to him.

At first, of course, Poseidon had the reoccurring thought of killing you but since you were half god as well he thought otherwise. But the longer you followed him like a lost puppy the more he seemed to tolerate your presence than hate it then enjoyed it more than he used to tolerate it. He seemed to give you everything your non-existent parents couldn't. But one thing that you wished didn't come along with you once he adopted you was the simultaneous agreement from everyone else around you that you were just like him. Which was annoying, to say the least.

And you hated that fact that he was going to be fighting in the next match.

"Hey, [Name]~...[Name]. [Name]!"

"Has it started already?!"

"What? no- not yet anyways. But you have to stop daydreaming in these hallways." Loki's voice would tease you, a hint of annoyance in his voice after seeing you in the same spot he'd seen you the past 3 times beforehand. And although you were a halfling, as Loki likes to call it, you both surprisingly got along well. Sometimes.

You did nothing but let out a chuckle and look at Loki with a tired look, a churning feeling in your stomach starting to grow, and before you could say anything of your own the Norse god began to walk down the hallway with a smug smile on his face.

"Come on now, we don't want to be late for your Father's grand entrance!"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

You were a couple steps behind the god mischief as you entered the concrete box where the more important gods and goddesses sat, and if you were going to be honest with yourself you didn't know if you should be allowed to be sitting next to any of them.

"[Name], darling! You took quite a while to come back, are you alright?" Aphrodite's soft voice would call out to you as you took your seat next to Ares, the unshakeable feeling in your stomach getting worse once she asked.

"I'm fine, just fine..." you managed to mutter out, slouching back into your chair as you placed a hand on your stomach, Heimdall's booming voice grabbing man and maker's attention.

"...WELCOME TO ROUND THREE OF RAGNAROK!" Heimdall continued to speak like he was preaching as you started to smile a little, everything about him making him a great hype man in fights like these.

Hermes, being one if not the only person to see you smile, causing the smug servant to chuckle behind his hand.

"-SO LET'S BRING OUT OUR NEXT CHALLENGER!" this announcement makes you sit up properly in your seat this time, eager to see your father in the arena in the middle.

"HERE COMES GOD WARRIOR THREE! IT'S TIME TO GET WET!!" the last sentence Heimdall made causing you to look over at Loki to see if he made any reaction until the crashing of waves and the blinding light of a spotlight overtook your senses.

The water splits in two as you finally got to see your father making his way to the island arena, your eyes sparkling and your lips pulling up in a proud smile. You were very lucky that you had him as your father and you believed that no human, whoever it may be, would bring him to his knees.

Then the representative for the humans entered the stage from a wooden boat. And you must say he looked strong. Well as strong as an old man could look. And just like your father, Heimdall gave him too an amazing intro. So greatly spoken in fact that sometimes you wondered what side he was on.

Once the match officially started and your father's trident finally pierced through the Asian man's skin every god started to cheer for him. And who were you to not join in too? Causing the Gods in the spectator box to turn to your cheering figure. The only unfazed deities being Hermes and Loki. But once Poseidon turned around to give every single God that cheered for his victory a deadly glare for silence it went dead quiet, the only voice that could be heard though was yours.

The newer and uninformed gods and goddesses muttering words of shock.

"Who do they think they are?.."

"They're going to die!"

"They've done it now..."

"They must be important to be there but..."

"I've never seen a god like them before."

"It's because they're not..."

"Huh?"

But to say the least, everyone was shocked to see someone such as yourself ignore the almighty tyrant of the seas. But to their surprise, his gaze was much softer when he looked up at you before focusing on the battle. Leaving you unharmed with no threats thrown your way.

"Lord Poseidon!"

You were clearly showing off the perks of being his child.

"Father Poseidon! Papa!"

"What is it, child?" Poseidon called out to you with a sigh as you ran up to him with a face of pure joy, something clearly in your hands, the closer you got the clearer how wet they were. Bringing them up to him with such pride as you wave them in his face, small droplets of water landing on his face.

"A gift papa Poseidon!" you proudly state as your hands shake but soon stopped as you squeezed your hands tighter. "Lord...But a gift? Show me, child." he reminded you quietly but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what you have gotten him.

And with no hesitation, you showed the god his gift. A... baby Pacu fish? At first, the tyrant was confused and somewhat worried but once he looked longer at the false piranha look alike he knew he didn't need to be too worried.

He just picked up the poor creature and put it back in a water pool next to him.

"Do you like it? It's so cute!" he would then hear you ask, your bright smile never leaving your small chubby face as you stared into the body of water, watching the baby fish swim around. "Yes. It's nice. But you can't just pick up random fishes." he then says, not wanting you to pick up something that could harm you, as he grips his trident and bonked you on the head with the flat side of it gently. The coldness of the metal comforts you.

"ehe! Okay, papa oh- Lord Poseidon!"

"Good...Well done, child."

It was mid-way through the third round, and the prideful smile you had before had been replaced with a worried frown the human had been dodging every single attack, almost like Adam, but less flawlessly. Seemingly memorized every single movement and attack of your father in his head.

The uncomfortable feeling from before crawling back into your stomach haunts you, not even seeing your father striking back a the man making it go away. Your thoughts racing. And you felt your heart drop once you saw that the man, Kojiro Sasaki, finally drew blood. Shocking almost every god watching.

"Oh my..." you heard Aphrodite say from behind her hand as she looked down at the battle while your brows furrowed, a serious look in your eyes. "It's going to be fine." you would just repeat to yourself as you gripped the arms of your chair, a cold sweat forming on your forehead.

"It's going to be fine." your father says and he fixes your robes and started to walk in front of you. His face held a deadpanned expression but his words help sincere encouragement and comfort. It was your first time going with him to see how he did his job.

Most of the time for you, you stayed in his home and watched things from the window in your room, so you were very nervous but excited to come along with him.

"But...father...Lord Poseidon.." you then called out to the large man as you tried to keep up with him, hearing you call out for him causing him to stop and turn around to your younger figure. Clear worry in your eyes than excitement, "I'm a half-human father...what if-"

"Silence child, if you think that you are idiotic and I shouldn't have taken you in. But I'm sure you don't." Poseidon's voice boomed, strong and harsh like the vast waves of the sea, your head dropping down. "You are half-god too, child. Never forget that." he then continued, no matter how harsh his voice may sound it was overflowing with warmth and care. Even if it was hard to tell.

All you did was look up at him with a smile and nod your head, feeling the nervousness and insecurity fade away as Poseidon lifted his trident and placed the flat side gently on your head. Everything in his stance while he did that radiated pride. Pride for you.

"Now hurry, I have a lot to do."

"Yes, Lord Poseidon."

You could feel your heart in your throat as you watched the human try striking your father again but it almost felt like everything went quiet once the man's weapon got snapped into two like a twig and Heimdall's voice boomed out once again.

The worried murmurs and quiet sobs came from the humans. You felt pity for them, of course, they were going to be erased but you couldn't help but feel happy that your father was going to live. Until Kojiro picked up his blade and the fragments started to glow a beautiful green.

"Is he..."

"Oh?"

"Amazing..."

Everything felt like a blur until you saw a familiar crimson color come from your father's skin. An uncontrollable fear crawls up your spine. You knew if your father saw how you were acting right now he would be disappointed.

You tried so hard to keep calm, knowing that in the end Poseidon will win this fight but then another strike from the human's divine weapon tasted blood again, soon making Poseidon almost drenched in blood after a while.

You couldn't help but whimper out of fear, anger, and resentment towards the people that took the only person that truly looked out for you. Your whimpers soon turn to loud gasps with every injury then finally a scream. Poseidon's arm was cut clean off of his arm.

"Lord...LORD POSEIDON!" you screamed out once again the Gods seated next to you had an expression full of shock. They had never, in all their time seen you shout with such emotion. But you paid no mind to it as your face contorted into a one of pure fear as you watched your father's arm get chopped clean off and body get sliced.

That's when it happened. The human, Sasaki Kojiro, managed to make the mighty Poseidon fall. This must have been a bad dream. That sentence kept going on repeat in your head as you placed your hands on your head and gripped tightly onto your hair. Frightened whimpers soon morphed into sobs and cries but your eyes remained dry.

This must've been how it felt for Adam's family, for the whole of humanity. It felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest after you'd been beaten and choked. But worse. Meanwhile, the gods just stared in shock, the whole god's side of the arena was silent apart from your sobs.

"Pose...FATHER POSEIDON!" you suddenly screamed as tears finally started to run down your face once Poseidon fell to the ground. All you could do was reach out to him. Hoping, praying that he would somehow get up.

"GET UP! PLEASE!"

The deities just looked at you with pity as your tears started to fall down into the water below, your cries being covered by the cheers of the humans.

You honestly couldn't handle the scene anymore. You couldn't bear to see your father turn into shards of nothingness, never to be seen again. Because unlike him, you were weak. Emotionally anyway.

So before anything else could happen you picked up your pitiful figure from leaning on the stone railing and walked away from the area.

"[Name] wait where are you..."

"Leave them be Loki."

They couldn't really blame you for walking out like that. Although you were wondering how your father would have reacted, seeing you like that. You knew you shouldn't be thinking this way or letting yourself drown in your tears you knew-

"[Name]."

"Hercules?" you then mumbled, as you wiped a tear away as the coldness you felt before was overcome with a never-ending warmness. Your eyes meet Hercules's sympathetic ones as he let your sorrows wash away.

You always wanted to learn how to whistle the tune of  Medusa Alope Demeter.

Requests: Open

[girlreblogger]

also to add to my previous post, when i say blk yn go through crazy situations im exaggerating but i mean (“cause me personally!!!!!!!!!!!”) allowing the character to be treated in certain manner and be put in “awkward” positions. i also want to say that the “situations” seem unfulfilling like i wanted to say in the first place.

because of the unsavory situations she is put in she legit has to have characteristics that are straight up unnecessary if the wellbeing of her character was prevalent. and i have to say that because of blk yn stories that it applies to. (and no ian talking abt how ppl be complaining abt yn being “ghetto” 😒)

drama, comfort, or for fun, is cool and dandy but it’s the same type of thing and i’m not tryna come for the plug stories like don’t nbgaf like omg i’m so tired of hearing bout them freaking stories.

to the ppl who still decide to ignore how damaging fr CERTAIN! blk yn fics y’all remind me of the ppl who support tyler perry movies simply because it’s for entertainment and “he’s telling a story” (that not everyone has)

yep. those things are true but an impact worse than good is being produced. like bffr.

and i feel conflicted by even saying that because some ppl obviously genuinely relate or find comfort in those stories but at what cost. like is comfort worth change and progression?

me rn:

some ppl just really don’t gaf and don’t care to want better. please don’t let the ppl who don’t gaf sway you. for the ppl who do, reblog nice fics or write. blow them up so other blk girls can find them. we deserve it.

there are so many blk fics where yn is not going through those things and if there is “drama” is solved or there’s a healthy resolve. (there’s so many blk writers who need to be publishing books fuck tumblr or ao3 and tryna get reblogs. with all that talent girl MAKE SOME MONEYYYY! YALL STUFF BE GOOD.)

i’m dead serious. why haven’t you thought abt it.

but yeah. it is what it is we have to put more work in to change as people in general. but i really just want my ppl to grow. ppl find comfort in fics for a reason. i really think a good balance of what everyone is looking for and needs should be found. i know ppl gonna feel like ppl telling them what to do but they prolly the ones who don’t want the change for wtv.. reason… ahem..

ppl feeling hit by what i said:

there’s obviously a problem and as a ppl! why can’t we just fix it. like at least try.

side note:

there’s so many ways to get drama. also the smut after arguing piss me off this is off topic cause it applies to a lot of ppl who make fics but like damn. y’all ain’t gon talk it out. and it be the most weird arguments and stuff and you wanna squeeze lemons after that???

idk that annoys me like everyyyy time? and i think smut after arguments can be well written but ….

anyways the blk ff community to damn big for us to be sitting here starving acting like we don’t have food in the refrigerator to make something.

get it together yall. youn want what’s in the refrigerator go get your keys and buy something.

i’m tired of this shit that’s why so many blk writers stop writing or ppl stop reading because it’s too much going on all for some damn fake characters we wanna imagine ourselves with.

and i know for some ppl it’s abt the followers and all that which i mean to each is own i mean

sigh i was tryna be proper and cordial but i really want better for us but it’s so many ppl who go too far or do too little. and some are so sheep that they go with someone else’s opinion too. you know you tired of all the toxic fics say sumn. you know you tired of ppl constantly bringing up yn being ghetto for no reason (that shit piss me off so bad i can’t. they be so close but so farr) say sumn.

me after thinking someone finna bring up how unnecessary struggle love/toxic/extra smutty blk fics are but they end up just complaining abt yn using aave:

anyways i’m ranting. i wanted to say what i felt.

muah

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, mention of death, swearing, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The next day, Iris received a call from Sam.

"Iris are you free today?" Sam's voice came through the line, she sounded tired.

"Umm yeah? Please tell me you're not calling me for something related to ghostface". The girl's tone growing a little more suspicious.

"Well I mean....".

"Jesus Sam if I get killed because of this fucker, my ghost will hunt your ass down okay?".

"Noted, but no one is getting killed". Sam could sense her apprehension so she was quick to reassure her. "I just want Tara to be safe, don't you want the same thing?".

"Of course I want that Sam". Iris let out a soft sigh.

"I want you to come with me and Richie to see someone".

"Why me?".

"Cause right now you're one of the few people I trust".

"Where do we go?". Iris's voice softened with resignation.

"We'll go talk to an expert".

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Iris, Sam and Richie pulled up to this trailer far away from the city. Iris could feel Richie stare as she walked to the door.

"What?"

"Why is she here again?" Richie turned up to Sam not understanding why they had to do this with the Morris girl.

"Cause she is just as involved as I am, can you two just drop it?" The man raised his hands in defeat while Iris playfully winked at him.

"Yeah Richard just drop it". Now he was offended at the name drop.

Sam made her way to the door and knocked on it a couple of times. The could all hear a loud shout telling them to go away. It seemed that came from the man they were looking for. Dewey Riley, one of the survivors from the previously Ghostface attacks.

"We're sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley." Sam quickly apologized. "We just want to ask you a few questions.

"I don't give interviews," Dewey's voice came from the inside of the house.

"We're literally teenagers, you don't need to worry". Iris joined the conversation. She was starting to get bored at this back and forth, they just wanted help if this man wasn't going to give it then they should just stop wasting time. Then suddenly the door opened, revealing a man maybe in his fifties eyeing them with suspicion.

"Give me one good reason why I should talk to you," Dewey stated.

"I'm Billy Loomis's daughter," Sam announced, causing Iris to widen her eyes in disbelief. She could see from her perrispheral vision that Richie's reaction was no different from hers.

"The fuck did you just said" Iris whispered as they all ignored her remark. Dewey and Sam were still staring at each other.

"That's a terrible reason for me to talk to you." Yeah no shit.

"My name's Samantha Carpenter, and that's my friend Iris Morris". Sam continued as if she didn't hear him. "We were both attacked at the hospital last night. The prior night, my sister was stabbed seven times... I know you know what that's like". Dewey released a deep breath preparing himself for what he knew was about to happen again.

"Look we're just trying to protect the people we care about, we just need five minutes". Iris pleading eyes made contact to his and she saw his facade softening.

"I'l give you two minutes. I'm missing a show I like." Dewey allowed the three of them to enter his home. On the TV, Iris saw Gale Weather on her news show. It seemed like the show he was missing was the one of his ex-wife.

"Who's he?" Dewey questioned as he took a look to the only person who didn't talk.

"Oh, this is Richie, my boyfriend." Dewey shifted his focus back to Richie, his gaze intent as if searching for something specific. Richie felt the weight of that scrutiny, nerves creeping in under Dewey's watchful eyes.

"How long have you known him?"

"Six months-"

"Did he know who your Dad was when you met?" Dewey asked seriously. "Express any interest in Woodsboro or the Ghostface killings?"

Now Richie shifted in his seat uncomfortable with the amout of attention he was getting as now both Sam and Iris were staring at him too. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your killer's obsessed with the Stab movies right? Well there are certain rules to surviving a Stab movie" Dewey explained as he took a sip from his cup and look lost for a moment as he reflected in past memories. "Believe me, I know." Well now you bet Iris was about to open her notes app.

"Rule number one, never trust the love interest." Richie let out a scoff of incredulity. "They may seem sweet, caring, supportive, and then welcome to Act Three where they're trying to rip your head off."

"I was in Modesto with Sam when Tara got attacked," Richie defended himself.

"And let me guess, you were just in the other room conveniently unaccounted for when both of them got attacked at the hospital?" Dewey bit back, gesturing at the women in the room.

"Apparently he was watching Netflix, suspicious right?". Iris added, it felt good to know she wasn't the only one with trust issues when it came to Richie.

"Okay, do I have to take this from shitty Sam Elliot over here, or what?" Richie condescendingly replied completely offended by the accusation. "Also fuck you Iris, you also have a love interest".

Now that also perked the ex sheriffs attention as he turned at her. "How long have you known them?"

"Like 6 years, anyway it doesn't matter, Amber has nothing to do with it so shut it Richie".

"How can you be so sure? Never trust the love interest young lady". Iris was about to make another snide remark at the man when he continued talking as if she didn't exist.

"Rule number two; the killer's motive is always connected to something in the past."

"I'm related to Billy," Sam murmured quietly as her gaze shifted from Dewey to the floor.

"Right, but then why kill that random Vince guy?" Richie asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That's for you to figure out," Dewey said, making eye-contact with him. "Rule number three; and this is the most important one of them all.. The first victim always has a friend group that the killer is a part of." Iris felt her breath come to a halt when she heard those words, she knew that typically in the movies it was always like that but she couldn't fathom the idea that any of her friends would be ready to kill Tara and then attack her and Sam in the hospital. It just didn't make sense. "Does your sister have a close group of friends?"

"Yeah," Sam replied, her heart sinking as she looked at the other girl in the room. "She does."

"Then look for the killer there," Dewey advised her. "If you can figure out why they're doing this, then you can figure out who's next."

"Maybe it's someone else, it's just not possible sir, you have to be wrong".

"I'm sorry, but this type of things never change. I wish they did but I'm afraid you'll have to think who in your friend group could do something like this."

"So help us". Sam interrupted them. "Help us figure out who's behind this."

"Are you kidding me?" Dewey sighed loudly. "I've been stabbed nine times, I've got prominent nerve damage, and a fun little limp. You think I wanna do that again?" Iris didn't want to say it but she agreed with the man, after so many times dodging death, how can you be so sure you can keep surviving?.

"You just said it always goes back to the past". Sam's voice was wavering with concern and emotion and he looked down agreeing with her words. "Last I checked, you're a part of that. So, if I'm in danger then you're in danger. Come on! Let's do this together!"

"Your time's up," Dewey replied somberly.

"Jesus!" Richie almost trips with the pavement once the older man kicked them out of his house. "Yeah, he's way more fun in the movies."

"What's next?" Sam asked the group.

"Mindy just texted me, there's a reunion at her house with everyone". Iris knew they were all thinking the same thing, now with Dewey's words resonating in their heads.

"The friends".

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The car ride to Mindy and Chad's house was awkward as no one really knew what to say. There was a palpable tension that seemed unable to go away. Iris had a gut feeling that Sam was already making a list with every friend that Tara has and all the reasons as to why they couldn't be trusted.

Finally they pulled out at her friend's house and she furrowed her eyebrows at the familiar figure of a man waiting in the street.

"Is that Dewey?"

"Holy shit! He came" a surprised gasp came out of Sam at the sight of him.

"I've decided to temporarily assist you in your investigation," The former sheriff announced.

"Thank you". Sam breathed out in gratitude and then the four of them waited for someone to open the door.

Amber, Chad, Liv, and Wes all sat there looking intrigued at the reasons for the reunion while Mindy was walking towards them to wrap Iris in a tight hug.

"I've heard about the hospital attack, are you okay?" She whispered while softly putting her hand in her right shoulder.

"Yeah you should've seen me, I put that motherfucker to the ground".

"So proud of you bestie". They smiled at each other and then Iris went to sit beside her girlfriend who greeted her with a warm smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Oh" Martha spoke up teasingly as she entered the room with a tray full of food.

"Suspects! My brother would be so proud!" There was a big memorial dedicated to Randy Meeks, her brother, and also Mindy and Chad's uncle who died too young at the hands of Ghostface. He also shared a love for scary movies and horror that seemed to follow Mindy.

There was a slightly awkward moment between Martha and Dewey as they greeted each other and the woman asked about Dewey's ex wife but they just continued like nothing happened.

Sam stopped forward with a slight tremor in her voice. "I'm glad Mindy call everyone here because there's something I have to tell you." Everyone paid close attention to everything that Sam told them,like how she was the daughter of the serial killer Billy Loomis and she even put a photo of him for visual purposes.

"So let me get this straight," Chad spoke up while holding tightly into Liv's hand as soon as Sam finished talking. "You're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and, what, that one of us is the killer?"

"The killer told me he knew my secret," Sam said slowly. "He attacked Tara to lure me back here.

"But then why immediately go murder some douchenozzle that was stalking Liv?" Chad was trying to comprehend the situation. It's not everyday you find out that the woman who babysit you and also is the sister of one of your friends is the daughter of a serial killer while she might be one of the reasons why you and your friends are suddenly in danger.

"Why does it have to be one of us?" Wes added. "I mean what about Deputy Dewey here? Maybe he's the killer."

"Wes no offense, but that's the most stupid thing you said in a while, why in hell would Dewey try to attack Tara?". Iris intervined, she didn't know this man but she knew enough of his story to be sure that he might be one of the few people who had nothing to do with this.

"Thank you Iris" he smiled kindly at her and then turned his attention back to Wes. ""But what's my motive?"

"You got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife and crawled into a bottle". Wes replied, no hesitation in his voice as Iris shook her head in disbelief. "I think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list."

"Well, maybe you're the killer!" Dewey wore a hurt expression as he sunk down into his seat. "Because that cut deep."

Amber pulled out her phone and typed away at something, causing Iris to look at her trying to see what she was doing.

"That douchenozzle is connected," Amber announced to everyone. "I googled it. His mom is Leslie Macher, Stu Macher's sister." Iris whispered a genius at her, causing her girlfriend to blow her a kiss in delight.

"Who's Stu Macher?" Liv questioned. Mindy grumbled out an oh my god in complete disbelief at this woman lack of knowledge of Woodsboro past history related to the Stab movies.

"He's Billy Loomis's accomplice," Dewey answered back as he leaned forward. "A real Loony Tune."

"Okay, okay," Sam spoke thoughtfully, trying to connect all the dots. "So the first three attacks are on the people related to the original killers."

"Oh, my God!" Mindy exclaimed in realization as she leaned forward in her seat. "He's making a requel!"

"Mindy I love you but what the fuck is a requel?" Iris tiredly told her friend while leaning her head in Amber's shoulder. She could feel Dewey's stare in her and she though back to his words "never trust the love interest". She looked at her girlfriend and Amber, feeling the weight of her stare, looked back at her smiling and leaning to give her a kiss in her temple. Iris felt ashamed of her thoughts when her girlfriend had been nothing but sweet to her.

"Or like a sequel". Mindy continued not realizing that no one understood what she was talking about. "Fans are torn on the terminology..."

"God! Please speak English". Chad spoke back at his twin while rubbing his face in annoyance.

"Okay, remember the Stab movie that came out last year, you know the one we watched with Iris?" Mindy spoke directly at her brother but then she glanced at everyone else in the room.

"Oh, yeah! The one the Knives Out guy directed, right? I actually really liked that one". Liv exclaimed with excitement as she could finally understand something that was being talked about.

"Of course you did, you have terrible taste” Mindy responded with a nonchalant face.

"I hate you!"

"The point is, the hard-core stab fans hated it" Mindy continued, completely ignoring Liv's comment. "You go on 4chan and Dreadit, all they're talking about is how stab 8 pissed on their childhoods... How they crammed in social commentary just to make it elevated, how the main character's a Mary Sue."

"What's a Mary Sue?" Richie interrupted the girl's rant.

"Not important bro" Mindy mouthed a thank you at her friend.

"What's wrong with elevated horror? I mean, Jordan Peele fucking rules!" Amber piped in making Mindy turned to her.

"Uh, obviously," the girl spoke in agreement. "But that's not Stab. Stab movies are meta slashers".

"Come on, it's just a movie," Sam sighed.

"No, it's not". Mindy rolled her eyes at the audacity of Sam's comment. "The original is their favorite thing in the world. The movie that made them love horror. That Mom or Dad showed them when they were ten that bonded them together! And God help anyone who slightly fucks with that special memory... Who makes a movie they think disrespects it." She then stood up, capturing everyone's attention as she kept on rambling.

"It sounds like our killer is writing his own version of Stab 8, but doing it as a requel!" She finished her monologue wavering her hands in amazement.

"Which is?" Dewey asked, sighing in disbelief.

Mindy clapped her hands together noticing her friends astonishment at what she just explained. "See, you can't just reboot a franchise from scratch anymore. The fans won't stand for it: Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliners... that shit doesn't work! But you can't just do a straight sequel, either, you got to build something new... But not too new, or the Internet goes fucking nuts. It has to be part of an ongoing story line, even if the story shouldn't have been ongoing in the first place! New main characters, yes, but supported by and related to legacy characters." She grew excited every second she kept on talking.

"Not quite a reboot, not quite a sequel! Like the new Halloween, Saw, Terminator, Jurassic Park, Ghostbusters... fuck, even Star Wars! It always, always goes back to the original!" She showed everyone the Stab DVD as if to make a point.

"Are you telling me that I'm stuck right in the middle of fan fucking fiction?" Sam said with a sour expression in her face.

"Not just in the middle, Sam." Mindy spoke softly, her brows drawn together in a sympathetic concern. "You're the star."

"So, not to put too fine of a point on it," Liv's brow wrinkled by a deep frown. "But based on requel rules, who's next?"

"Going by the pattern, whoever it is has to be connected to someone that came before." Mindy looked around the room, making sure to take the time to glance at every person there. It was then that Iris realized how almost everyone in there had a connection to something related to Ghostface in different grades.

"I'm starting to regret coming here," Dewey had a measure of anxiety scrawled all over his face and honestly Iris couldn't blame him, if she were him, she would have already booked a ticket to the other side of the world and got the fuck out of there.

"Jesus, my mom's a character in one of them!" Wes had a nervous tremor in his voice and his eyes were glued to the floor as he thought of his mother.

"No one cares about the shitty inferior sequels, Wes. You're safe. With Randy as our uncle, though, you and I are probably screwed". The girl deadpanned with her arms crossed, casting a glance at her twin. Chad widened his eyes in fear. "Iris you are probably a target too considering what happened with your sister".

Iris's whole body stiffened at the mention of her sister, she was hoping no one would bring her up but it seemed like it was inevitable. She didn't want to think about her because then she would've to think about her mom and her own fear of ending just like her sister and leaving her mom alone in this world without her two daughters.

Mindy realizing her mistake, muttered an apology to her best friend. Amber glared daggers at her and told her to fuck off as she wrapped an arm around the girl.

"Wait what happened with your sister?" Richie asked in curiosity. A long silence prevailed the room as no one felt like they had the right to answer.

"She was killed 10 years ago by Ghostface" Iris tried not to show any emotion as she spoke those words. "Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker".

"Oh" Iris motioned for everyone to continue with the previous conversation as she noticed a look of recognition in Dewey's face, it seemed like he finally realized why the surname Morris rung a bell to him.

"Or you're the killer and this whole elaborate monologue is to cover your tracks," Richie pointed out once the conversation continued.

"Dude do you have a kink with accusing people of murder? This is like the third time already". Iris shifted her gaze towards the boy who didn't know when to shut up.

"I'm just saying".

"Yeah well no one told you to say anything, like at all".

"I think it's pretty obvious who the killer is at this point," Mindy replied throughout the argument.

"Who?" Sam inquired.

"You."

Sam's eyes widened at the accusation. She was shaking with barely contained anger. "What?"

"It makes perfect requel sense". Mindy informed her with her brother backing her up as the rest looked at Sam with uncertainty.

"Fuck this" Sam stormed out of the room with anger.

Iris quickly followed her out of the house and grabbed her arm before she could go. "Wait Sam".

"What do you want Iris? Are you going to accuse me of hurting my sister?"

"Sam I would never think you're the killer". Sam's eyes flashed with gratitude as she let her shoulder slump. "Do you think I'm the killer?".

"Fuck no".

"You see now we're even, don't let these things get into your head okey? You'll always have people doubting you because of your father but you'll never be him". If Sam's eyes started to water, they both pretended to not notice. "Worry about finding this motherfucker so we can end him".

"Can you do me a favour?". The carpenter girl asked. After Iris nod of acknowledgement, she continued. "Could you go and watch over Tara? I need some time to think and I need someone I trust watching her".

"Sam... I don't think that's the best idea, plus you have the police".

"I know but she's alone in her room". The girl sighed. "Look, I know things are not like they used to but I know you care for her and plus maybe you guys can talk about whatever it is that went wrong". They both sensed movement and saw Richie calling out to Sam so the girl quickly run to her car and shoot her a pleading look before leaving them both there.

"Fine".

"We're supposed to stick together, this is how we get killed in these movies". Richie told her.

"Boo get killed then bye".

[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 7 omg time for some angst, let’s just say Sebastian doesn’t know how to handle his jealousy so well and it’s obvious when Jen has a conversation with his rival Lewis Hamilton… here’s the LINK to part 6.

Hungary, July 2013.

“Look at you!” Sebastian face lit up as I laughed out loud, amused at the fact I was in his oversized Red Bull uniform. “You’re like a pint sized driver! I love it!” His eyes scanned me up as down as I couldn’t help but snicker. “Let me take a picture!” Sebastian pulled out his I phone, clicking several pictures of me. Others crowded around, amused at my outfit change. We were just having a bit of fun, even Christian and the bigger managers were finding it funny that I was practically drowned out in his jumpsuit. “She looks better than I do.” Seb then commented, standing up off the edge he was perched upon. “And I’m gonna steal her for myself.” He teased, wrapping both arms around my waist and lifting me off the floor. He practically took off as I held onto his shoulders, bouncing around.

Sebastian was giggling to himself, smiling and grinning wildly like a child who’d just stolen a handful of sweets from the shop. “Where are you taking me?” I asked I amusement, feeling him momentarily put me down and pick me up in a more bridal style manner the moment we got through the garage doors. “It’s a surprise.”

“Wow, so romantic.” I giggled as he smiled back to me, carrying me towards his car. “How do you get in?” “I’ll put you in.” He gently spoke, slipping my legs into the Red Bull as I felt a momentary feeling of horror that I was sat in something that costs millions. “I love it!” Sebastian clapped as I froze, holding my hands out. Gaining a burst of excitement, I started pretending to turn the wheel making car noises. Sebastian snapped more pictures of me as I giggled excitedly. I’d worked around these cars for years, never once had I actually been in one. “I think I could drive one of these.” I confidently nodded, Seb leaning against the car with a smirk. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” “You need a helmet first.” Sebastian pointed out as I pretended to press on all the buttons. “Fuck the helmet. I won’t be crashing.”

“Of course…” He played along as I looked up to him with a smirk, playfully rolling my eyes. “I can’t even drive in the first place.” “You can’t?!” He exclaimed. “No, I failed my test twice then gave up when I went to uni.” I glanced around the car, slowly pushing myself out. “It’s a bit dangerous with nothing in front of you, no?” I pointed back to the front bit. “Maybe… that’s why we have our helmets.” He knocked on my head playfully. I sat back down, analysing the car. “What do you think we need?” He asked, resting his his chin on his palm, on the side of the car. “Something for protection, that won’t obstruct the view. I dunno, I don’t know how many people would like something there.” I looked back, watching him attempt to see the same thing I was. “Would it be safer?”

“Yes.” “Then I agree with you.” I stood up once again, allowing him to help me out as I thanked him softly. “Do you want to come out for a few drinks tonight?” “Yeah, sure, who’s going?” I began unzipping the suit seeing as I was growing a little warm in Sebastian’s jumpsuit. “Uh- I can ask around…” he slowly spoke, giving me a funny look. “Okay!” It wasn’t until after that conversation did I realise what he was asking me. Did he mean drinks just him and me? Did I ruin that? On my way out I was deep in thought, not looking where I was going when I thumped into somebody’s shoulder, my phone going flying across the floor. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” The stranger spoke, running over to pick up my phone. Except, it was no stranger, it was Lewis fucking Hamilton. My breath hitched, “no, no, I’m sorry, I should’ve been looking where I was going!” I exclaimed.

“That makes two of us then.” He handed my phone back over. “Thank you.” I awkwardly laughed. “You’re Jennifer, right? You work at-“ he pointed towards the Red Bull garages. “Red Bull, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do. It’s Lewis isn’t it?” I laughed, glancing back to see Sebastian looking over slightly. I offered him a quick smile before turning back to poor Lewis who I’d just barged into. “Yeah.” He laughed gently, showing me a row of his really white teeth. He definitely was a pretty boy.

“I was always a Mercedes fan growing fan growing up, don’t tell anybody.” I admitted. “Oh really?” Amusement lit up on his face. “Maybe you’ll have to come find a job in our garages.” He nodded back to the other one as I choked out a small laugh, surprised.

“Noo, I couldn’t do that.” He was smiling at me, in a way that seemed almost flirtatious, I couldn’t tell. “I’m just messing with you, it’s nice to meet you anyway, I’ll see you around.” He patted my arm. “You too.” I politely spoke before we moved back into our own directions. When I turned back up to the Red Bull garage, Sebastian had a frown on his face, as soon as he saw me look back he disappeared. Something about it didn’t sit right with me, but I continued making my way back to the hotel. I wasn’t sure why he looked so pissed off, or why exactly he was watching, I know Lewis was one of his biggest competitions, but we were just having a conversation? That evening I took all night to get ready, texting Loretta who had decided to come out for a couple drinks as well. I was walking around in my towel, taking breaks in between each makeup step. That’s when I noticed a door in between my hotel room and somebody else’s. Maybe nobody was in there? I curiously spun the lock, causing it to fling open. I gasped in a panic and it revealed no other than Sebastian laid on his bed watching TV. He had an immediate look of surprise on his face, not even moving as his eyes widened, taking in my towel cladded state. “Oh, hello.” He began laughing as nervous laughter racked through me. I love how he didn’t even question the fact I’d opened the door between our bedrooms.

“Hi- I got curious and started twisting it, I didn’t even realise it would open!” I quickly spoke as Sebastian shrugged. “I knew it was you, could hear you singing in the shower.” Great. “Oh- I’ll go now anyway, sorry.” “No, no it’s fine. Leave it open, I could do with the company.” “Company listening to me get ready for the next hour.” I teased as he smirked towards me. God, the way he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. He nodded gently as I offered him another smile. “Okay. Fun.”

When I was ready he was wandering around my room, smelling my perfumes, watching the TV. “I saw you talking to Lewis earlier…” he pondered whilst looking through the several perfume bottles I had. Part of me thought he wasn’t actually interested in them, he just wanted to look occupied whilst bringing Lewis up. “Oh yeah?” I glanced back to him in the mirror whilst I topped up my lipgloss. “Mmmmh.” He hummed, smiling to himself. “I almost took him out, didn’t see him.” I giggled.

“He is quite… small I suppose.” I spluttered out a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I spun around, leaning against the dressing table with an amused smile.

“Nothing- you look beautiful.” He was quick to shake it off, the comment going straight to my cheeks that blushed a vibrant colour. “Thank you.” I giggled turning down to the floor. “Still, why is Lewis small?” I probed sensing he was feeling a little jealousy. “No reason.” Seb snickered, fixing his hair slightly in the mirror besides me. I made eye contact, smirking and glancing him up and down before spraying myself with 4 different perfumes. Excessive, but I couldn’t decide which one I preferred. Hannah and James knocked on my door, joining us as both Seb and I spilled out the room earning some weird looks. Nobody said anything but I knew exactly what they were thinking. The club was booming, the music was loud and the drinks were flowing too easily. I’d been drinking a lethal cocktail of alcohol, buzzing to be in the party atmosphere with all my friends.

“Was he flirting with you?” A voice questioned, I turned around to see Sebastian, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Who?” I spoke into his ear. “Lewis.” I playfully rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

“No, I don’t think so, why?!” “No reason.” He smirked. “You’re jealous.” With a bit of Dutch courage I poked his chest, “never.” Sebastian’s hand was grazing over my hip as I spoke to him, rubbing his shoulder. His head tilted to the side, smiling down to me with a knowing expression. “You are.” I firmed as it was his turn to roll his eyes. “No need to be jealous.” I shrugged, hand sliding off him. “No?” He asked. “No.” I firmed smiling back up to him. There was a singular second before I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing both mine and Sebastian’s faces together. James. Way to ruin it! I sighed, taking myself back to the bar to retrieve another drink, stealing one more glimpse to Sebastian who was chatting a way to a bunch of mechanics. Maybe a little more alcohol would help me make a bolder move…

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER THREE | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: kissing, fluff, short chapter because i want u guys to be happy one last time

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SEVEN MONTHS LATER

It's been seven months since Tara and Sam brought you back to their community. You've settled into a routine and formed close bonds with the people there. Life has become more stable, and you feel a sense of belonging that you haven't felt in a long time. The community has become your new family, and you couldn't be more grateful for Tara and Sam.

Sometimes you'd go on supply runs; other times you'd take out groups of walkers, clearing the area around the community to ensure everyone's safety. The once terrifying world has become a place where you can make a difference, and you're determined to protect your new family at all costs.

You've grown close to Sidney, Tara, and Ethan the most. Sidney has become the aunt you've never had, always offering wise advice and comforting you during tough times. Ethan has become like a brother to you, always looking out for your well-being and making sure you never feel alone.

While Tara...she's... you don't even know how to explain it. She's a close friend, but at times it feels like there's something more to that, a deeper connection that you can't quite put into words. There's a magnetic pull between the two of you, an unspoken understanding that transcends friendship. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving you questioning the boundaries of your relationship and what it could potentially become.

But, you don't want to risk anything. Especially since Iris is here. It feels weird to move on from her because, since the start of this apocalypse, the only thing you could think of was Iris and how much you missed your girlfriend. But, it doesn't seem like she feels the same way. You'd catch her and Chad being intimate and affectionate, making it clear that she has moved on.

Heather told you that Chad and Iris have been a complicated couple since they met at the community. Iris was stuck on you while Chad was pursuing her relentlessly. He even saved her life one day on a dangerous mission, which made her start to develop feelings for him. It's painful to accept, but it seems like Iris has found happiness with Chad, and it's time for you to do the same.

It's hard to accept that Iris has chosen someone else, but you know deep down that you can't force someone to feel a certain way. You deserve someone who loves you wholeheartedly and reciprocates your feelings. It may be difficult now, but with time, you will find someone who appreciates and cherishes you just as much as you do them.

"Ouch!" You grunt out, landing on your back. Ethan smiles at you, panting as he holds out a hand to help you up. You send him a playful glare before taking his hand and allowing him to pull you up. "How are you so good at close-range combat?"

You ask, still catching your breath. Ethan chuckles and says, "Cop dad. He taught me a few moves growing up," he explains, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "But ever since, you know, the dead and stuff, he's been on my ass about it."

You hum in response, "That's nice. Officer Bailey seems like a nice guy...when he's not sulking around the place." Ethan nods in agreement, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, he's been through a lot. Losing Mom really hit him hard. But he's trying his best to keep us safe and sane in this messed up world."

You give him a sympathetic smile, understanding the weight Officer Bailey carries on his shoulders. Despite the tough exterior, you can see the love and dedication he has for his family.

"C'mon! Chop, chop." Dewey says, interrupting your conversation and urging you two to spar more. You and Ethan exchange a knowing glance before playfully rolling your eyes at Dewey's impatience. You hold up your fists again, ready to continue the sparring session.

After about twenty more minutes of sparring, the session is finally over, and you're sitting cross-legged on the grass, catching your breath. Dewey walks over, a satisfied grin on his face, and pats both you and Ethan on the back. "Great job, guys," he says. "You're really improving." You exchange a proud smile with Ethan as Dewey walks away.

"I have a very serious question." You look at Ethan, curious about what he's going to ask. "What is it?" you reply, eager to hear what's on his mind. "Did you take my pudding from inventory?" You raise an eyebrow in surprise at Ethan's question. "Your pudding? No, I didn't take it," you answer honestly, wondering why he would think that.

Ethan thins out his lips, eyeing you suspiciously. He then sighs as he senses your genuine confusion. "It must've been Chad then! Ever since we've been returning from supply runs, every single one of my sweet snacks has disappeared." You tilt your head, considering Ethan's accusation. "Chad? Are you sure it's him?" you ask, curious about the possible culprit.

Ethan nods, frustration evident on his face. "I've noticed him eyeing my snacks before, and he always seems to have a guilty look when I ask about them," he explains. You hum a bit before turning your head to Tara, who was walking down the community's street, looking bored as ever.

"I'll talk to you later, E." Ethan nods in response, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches you jog over to Tara. "Hey, Tara."

"Hey, what's up?" Tara responds, smiling at you. "Not much, just wanted to ask if you maybe wanna hang out outside the walls for a bit." Tara shrugs, her smile never fading. "Sure, why not?"

"Cool, let me just shower, and I'll be ready to go." You quickly make your way back to your house, taking a quick shower before meeting up with Tara again. She greets you with a warm smile, her excitement evident in her eyes. "Ready?" she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

You nod eagerly, "Mhm." You wave at Officer Hicks, who salutes back to you, opening the gate for you and Tara to exit the walls. You and Tara start walking away from the community, stealing glances at each other every now and then.

"I actually have a surprise for you." You say, breaking the comfortable silence. Tara raises an eyebrow, looking at you. Curiosity sparkles in her eyes as she waits for you to reveal the surprise. "Well, remember how you mentioned you liked horror movies?" you begin, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"I found this abandoned movie theatre not too far from here. Ethan helped me clean it up and fix the projector. We can have our own private horror movie marathon today."

Tara's eyes widen with thrill as she realizes the surprise. "You're lying!" she exclaims, her smile matching your mischievous grin. The two of you quicken your pace, eager to reach the movie theatre and begin your thrilling movie night.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" You ask Tara in a Ghostface mask, trying your best to imitate the iconic killer from the Stab franchise. Tara giggles and playfully pretends to be scared, but then responds, "Hmm, I think I'll have to go with It Follows. Elevated horror is where it's at."

You take off the mask, tilting your head. "Really? Elevated horror? What about Friday the 13th? Jason is a classic." Tara shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sure, Jason is iconic, but I prefer the psychological depth and thought-provoking themes of films like It Follows. It's all about the slow-burning suspense for me."

"You're lucky you're cute." Tara chuckles and playfully nudges you. "Well, I guess my good looks give me an advantage in our horror movie debates." She winks, teasingly adding, "But hey, maybe one day I'll convince you to appreciate elevated horror too."

"Blah, blah, blah." You say, walking further into the movie theatre, ending up at a snack bar. You lean against it as Tara continues her argument about elevated horror. "Jason is just a mindless slasher. It Follows actually makes you think and keeps you on the edge of your seat." Tara playfully sticks her tongue out at you, daring you to challenge her taste in horror movies.

Rolling your eyes, you retort, "Please, Tara. A classic slasher film like Friday the 13th is a timeless masterpiece. It's all about the thrill and suspense, not overanalyzing every single detail. But hey, I'll give It Follows a chance if it means shutting you up for once." Tara giggles, knowing that you're just playing along and secretly enjoying the ongoing debates between you two.

You turn around, facing the snack bar, and reach for the old and expired candy box, that's probably been there since before the apocalypse. Your heart skips a beat when Tara does the same, your hands touching.

You both exchange a quick glance, causing a slight blush to creep onto your cheeks. It's in these small moments that you realize there might be something more than just friendly banter between you and Tara.

"You can have them." You tell Tara, chuckling a bit. She smiles, placing the box of candy in your hand. "Take them." You shake your head, "No, uh," you interrupt yourself with your own laugh. "If you want them, you have them." You set down the box of candy in front of Tara, who quickly picks it up, holding it in front of you.

"You think I want these?" Tara raises an eyebrow playfully, her eyes sparkling. She breaks eye contact with you as you stare at her, a lingering smile on your face. "Kind of..."

"They're like one hundred years old." she jokes, setting them back down. "Maybe that's your thing," she mutters, finally glancing back at your eyes.

The two of you stare at each other, caught in a moment of playful tension. The air between you is charged with unspoken words and a hint of curiosity. It's as if time has momentarily frozen, allowing the anticipation to build. Both of you are aware of the unspoken connection, wondering where it might lead.

It's been a while since you've been truly happy with someone, so happy that your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, so lost in the trance of the woman in front of you. She was perfect. Her perfect hair, her perfect eyebrows, her perfect eyes, her perfect nose, her perfect lips. Everything about her seemed meticulously crafted to perfection.

You smile wider at yourself, glancing between her eyes and her lips. Tara's heart has never felt this alive, pulsating with newfound energy. She knows she's attracted to you, that much is sure, but there's something more than just physical attraction.

It's the way you listen intently to every word she says and the way you laugh at her jokes as if they're the funniest things you've ever heard. There's a connection between you that goes beyond surface-level beauty, and it's that deep emotional bond that truly sets you apart from anyone else she's ever met.

But she's also scared. She's scared to get attached to you more than she already is and lose you to the walkers that lurk in the shadows. The fear of losing you to something beyond her control haunts her, making her hesitant to fully embrace the connection she feels.

She knows that the world is unpredictable and filled with dangers, and the thought of losing you to those uncertainties terrifies her. It's not that she doesn't want to fully embrace the connection, but rather, she's grappling with her own vulnerabilities and the fear of being left alone in a world that feels increasingly unstable.

However, another part of her says to do it. Take the risk and allow her to be happy, even if it's just for a second. Tara takes a deep breath, "I actually—"

She's cut off by you connecting your lips with hers, and in that moment, all her fears and uncertainties melt away. The warmth of your embrace reassures her that maybe, just maybe, taking the risk was worth it after all. Her hands grip your face, pulling you closer if that were possible, you wrap your arms around her body, holding her tightly as if she's going to fade away.

As your lips part, an intoxicating sense of contentment lingers in the air. Tara stares into your eyes, a hint of tears reflecting the depth of her gratitude. In that electrifying moment, she realizes that she has found something she never thought possible—a passion that is boundless and worth every ounce of risk. With a smile curving on her lips, she whispers, "What took you so long?"

You chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I finally thought of that heartfelt thank you," you reply, your voice filled with bliss. Tara giggles, her laughter filling the air like music. "I can't believe you remember that."

She leans in closer, bringing you into another quick and simple kiss. When she pulls away, her eyes glance between yours, her hand trailing your facial features. "I'm scared of losing you."

You gently take her hand in yours, reassuringly squeezing it. "I promise you, Tara, I'm not going anywhere," you say sincerely, your voice filled with love and determination. She smiles softly, her fears momentarily eased by your words.

"I actually do have a question." You tilt your head, waiting for her to continue. "Was...Iris the only person you had before...the outbreak?" You pause for a moment, memories of the past flooding your mind.

"Kind of...yeah. It's always just been Iris and her family. I actually met Iris a few months after my adoptive mother passed away...she was the first person I connected with after such a difficult loss. We quickly became each other's support system, and we started dating a bit after that.." You pause, a bittersweet smile on your face, as you recall the bond you share with Iris. "I'm just glad she's okay."

Tara nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "Thank you for telling me." You appreciate Tara's empathy and the safe space she has created for you to share your story. It feels good to have someone who listens and understands without judgment.

"You're finally back!" Heather says, bursting through your front door. You turn toward Heather, a smile spreading across your face. "I am." Heather lets out a loud groan, "Then can you please watch Iris? I'm supposed to be hanging out with Amber."

You furrow your eyebrows, "What's wrong with Iris?" You ask, concerned about Heather's sudden change in attitude towards Iris. Heather sighs and rolls her eyes, "She's sick, and she's been acting really cranky all day. I just need a break from her for a little while. So! Now that you're off your date with tiny Tara, can you watch her?"

You blush, "It wasn't a date," you mutter, not convincing Heather one bit. "But sure, I can watch Iris for a bit. Is there anything specific I should know or do while taking care of her?"

Heather shakes her head and says, "Not really, just make sure she takes her medicine and gets plenty of rest. She's been running a fever, so keep an eye on that too." You nod, assuring Heather that you'll take good care of Iris.

Heather exits your house, causing Amber to rise, "She said yes?" Amber asks her girlfriend, who nods in response. "Mhm," Amber continues, "I can't believe you're still trying to play cupid with Y/N and Iris. I'm pretty sure Y/N really likes Tara."

"Well, you never know. Sometimes feelings can change unexpectedly. Besides, Y/N did agree to take care of Iris, so maybe there's still a chance for them." Amber rolls her eyes playfully and says, "Sure, babe."

You knock on Iris's door, and a faint, "Come in." follows your knock. As you enter, you see Iris lying in bed, a wet washcloth on her forehead. You walk over to Iris and ask, "How are you feeling?" She looks up at you with a weak smile and replies, "I'm still not feeling great, but the washcloth is helping a bit." You sit down beside her and say, "I brought you some soup. Maybe it'll help you feel better."

You help her sit up, supporting her back with a pillow. Iris gratefully accepts the soup and takes a few spoonfuls, savoring the warmth and nourishment. She looks at you appreciatively and says, "Thank you so much for taking care of me." You smile and reassure her, "Of course, I'll always be here for you."

"Did Heather set you up to this?" She asks, a faint smile on her lips. You chuckle and shake your head, "Yeah, but still, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Iris's smile widens, and she says, "Well, I'm lucky to have you in my life."

"Remember when Heather got sick and we all took turns taking care of her? It's nice to see that we have each other's backs." Iris says, not making eye contact with you. You start laughing, And it turns out she was faking the whole thing."

Iris's brows furrow, "What?" Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. "Yeah, she admitted it later. I didn't know she didn't tell you." Iris's smile fades, replaced by a look of disbelief. "I can't believe she would do something like that. That's really messed up."

"I mean...she did have to run the mile that day, I'd do the same thing." You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I guess we all have our own ways of avoiding running." Iris chuckles, shaking her head. "Yeah, but faking sick behind my back? That's a whole new level." You both laugh, finding peace in the moment.

Iris puts down her soup and stares at you. "You look happy." You smile back at Iris and reply, "Yeah, I guess I am. It feels good to just relax and have a laugh with you. You look like shit, though."

Iris chuckles and rolls her eyes. "Thanks, I appreciate the honesty. It's been a rough day." You nod sympathetically, understanding that it's because of her sickness. "Maybe you should try and sleep." You suggest, helping her lie back down. Iris sighs and nods, her eyes showing exhaustion.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I could use some rest." You tuck her in and dim the lights, creating a soothing atmosphere. "I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep," you offer, hoping to provide some comfort during her rough day.

"You could lay down too..." Iris mumbles, her voice trailing off as she starts to drift off. You hesitate for a moment, considering her suggestion, before deciding to join her. As you lie down next to her, you feel a sense of closeness and reassurance, knowing that your presence brings her some ease.

Iris places her head on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. The sound lulls her into a deeper state of relaxation, and you can feel her tension slowly melting away. You gently stroke her hair, and mutter, "You better not get me sick."

Iris chuckles softly, her voice barely audible as she whispers, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you if that happens."

When Iris finally falls asleep, it's late at night. You slip from her grasp and leave, making your way to the inventory to see if there's any tea that could help her. Your heart drops when you see a figure standing in the dimly lit room, their back turned towards you.

They turn around quickly, and you let out a sigh, allowing yourself to relax. "Richie, you scared the hell out of me." Richie chuckles and apologizes, "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to startle you." Your eyes fall to the basket in his hands.

He notices speaking up, "Gale asked me to get this." You hum, "Do you have any tea? Iris is sick." Richie nods sympathetically and says, "Yeah, yeah. Here." He reaches into the basket and hands you a small packet of tea. "I hope this helps," he says with a warm smile.

Richie then walks away, basket in hand, leaving you standing there, thankful and confused. Maybe he was the one who stole Ethan's snacks.

[kyriefae]

Being a Whovian is sincerely so much fun.

This show is so many different things to so many people but what I think truly makes it special is not just the change it forces on us as an audience but the way it pushes us subconsciously to give up on purism.

"Your Doctor" was <insert amiable character traits> but the current one doesn't represent that same persona? Pity. Almost like we can be different people all throughout our lives...

You ever hear someone say like..."it's fine it's just not for me"?

I wonder how many people who say that about the newest Doccy Who seasons genuinely think in their heart of hearts "actually this is garbage and you should agree with me that it is garbage" because those two are not the same thing at all! 🤭 Ugh, I can't help my incredulity sometimes. Maybe the internet adds to the expectation of toxicity. ...or I just spent a lot of time growing up around cynical assholes that hated fun. *shrug*

More to the point! 😅

Pick an era of this show; pick a doctor and you'll be transported to a world more or less unique to them. That's pretty cool if you ask me. They still have that silly multidimensional blue box; they still have two hearts (even if it didn't become canon until their 3rd incarnation)...and yes they still pick up stray humans (...usually young, petite British women from whatever decade said Doctor conveniently and sequentially visits).

But maybe to really hit home on what I mean about this show tackling purism in its audience's mind...it's always been a silly sci-fi show meant to elicit joy and wonder out of children. Additionally so, to help adults retain that same joy and wonder in their own lives by reflecting on the excitement that comes from infinite possibilities only possible when traveling with a genderfluid space alien that wears extraordinary clothes and hands out candy like it's already gone out of style. Oh and you become the universe's only hope the moment you step into another time or location lol.

Sometimes when we love something, we take it very seriously no matter how absurd it truly is at its core. We may not even notice we're doing it but any criticism of Doctor Who really ought to be taken with a grain of salt (and spread out at the very edge of creation...just for good measure). No need to get all salty over a television show. 🧂

So yeah. Being a Whovian, for me, is having the freedom to dive head first into an ocean of lore whenever I desire and really explore storytelling from several perspectives. Albeit many of the early years were written and directed and produced from the perspectives of white, straight men in the U.K. and stories with misogynist stances that heavily limited the functional roles of women in the context of said stories and were also affirmed by narratives and protagonists that failed to question any of it. *clearing throat* Oof, there was a frog back there!

All the same, our heroes of yesterday battled styrofoam monsters breaking through plywood walls built on cardboard sets represented by painted miniatures dangling on strings over a starlit portrait meant to look like space. Even when they couldn't help but be a bit cringe, they were still a silly lil sci-fi show playing at games of the imagination. Like children at play.

Now, we have this beautiful and talented man standing at center stage:

He is all the play; all the heart(s); all the joy we have known in this character but decorated in his own unique way.

My love for this show has evolved and I intend to allow it to continue doing just that. Hopefully we can continue to see the Whoniverse do just the same...instead of getting too caught up in the past. 🫣

Anywho, that's all for now.

Kisses 😘

[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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• Title: You're My Bitch Tonight

• Pairing: Sub!Dabi X Dom!Reader

• Summary: You couldn't remember what prompted you to snap, but one thing you did know was that you'd make a bottom bitch out of Dabi.

• Warnings/Extra Tags: | Role Reversal | Fem!Reader | Dom!Reader | Sub!Dabi | PWP | Strap-on | Pegging | Handjobs | Nipple Play | Edging/Ruined Orgasms | Multiple Orgasms | Facesitting | Mild Suffocation | Restraints | Inappropriate Quirk Usage | Degredation | Aftercare | Dabi Being Kinda Bratty | Dabi Has Nipple and Dick Piercings | Reader Has a Navel Piercing | Pictures | One Empty Blackmail Threat | Slapping | Some Praise | Overstimulation |

• Word Count: 8,980

Notes: Here it is! The offspring of my current Dabi brain rot and life frustrations! Enjoy the filth, this came out way longer than I originally anticipated. It was supposed to be a short Drabble at first, then I got out of hand. Oops.

Minors, DNI. NSFW under the cut.

Dabi. An A-ranked villain, former leader of the League of Villain's Vanguard Action Squad, and current lieutenant of the Paranormal Liberation Front's Violet Regiment — one of Japan's most wanted. He was a dangerous guy, one that could set fire to the skies and watch with a bored, unbothered glint in his eyes as the ashes of his victims dispersed with the wind.

This was a man set on revenge, one who would stop at nothing to ensure his success. None could stand between him and his goal, less they'd want to face the consequences — an agonizing demise; burned alive with no mercy.

He was a man who held all of the world's hatred in his eyes. A single glance from Dabi would be enough to make even the bravest of heroes second-guess their courage, wondering if their life was worth the attempt at capturing the blueflame user.

Dabi. A man who has killed over thirty innocent people with a straight face, and you knew for sure that more bodies would be added to that ever-growing list.

That's what the news and public said, and you supposed that yeah, they all had a very valid point. It was the truth.

You blinked, looking down at that very man — that very danger to society. Your lips twitched, threatening to break out into a sadistic grin. Your stomach fluttered with excitement because, at the moment, Dabi was none of those things.

Straddling his thighs as he laid on your bed, you never broke his gaze, remaining nonchalant as those pretty cerulean eyes of his narrowed at you with pure anger. You were sure that, should he have the capability of speaking, he'd be spouting some colourful words to express his disdain.

The dark room was illuminated by a hue of (colour) that emitted from your body due to your quirk. The abstract markings adorning your arms glowed, signalling the activation of your quirk, as did your eyes. You knew you lacked pupils at the moment — an aesthetic side effect — and it made you feel like some sort of divinity.

Disembodied, ghost-like hands of the same, faint colour held Dabi by the wrists, pining them above his head. You wouldn't even allow him full control of his legs as another pair of hands held them down; you didn't want to give him the opportunity to squirm much, after all.

And you figured that, since you could produce and control six hands at a time, why not clamp one down on his mouth? Shut him up, for once. It had been your initial goal, but it had escalated.

What had you been arguing about prior to this? You couldn't even quite remember, but that wasn't your preoccupation at the moment. All you could focus on was just how fucking turned on you were at the thought of having full control for once.

His words came out as inaudible, muffled grunts. You tilted your head, fingers tapping at your chin in mock contemplation.

"I dunno, babe. You look right at home down there," you said, voice nothing short of condescending. "If I had known that you'd look this pretty, shit, I woulda done this much sooner."

Of course, you got no coherent response, only sounds resonating from deep within his chest.

"Great. I'm glad we finally agree on something," you said, nodding as you pretended to have a normal conversation.

Dabi's stare hardened — obvious disagreement.

You raised a brow as you watched the hands holding him down glow brighter before dimming once more, signalling his attempt at using his own quirk. The sad display beneath you made you laugh.

"Babe, c'mon. Seriously? You know your quirk won't work while mine is latched onto you," you said before shrugging and making a vague hand gesture. "But by all means, go ahead and feed me more strength. It makes things even more fun."

A sixth hand materialized, slipping beneath his shirt and slithering its way up his torso. It reached his face, tenderly cupping his cheek before offering a few patronizing smacks. They weren't rough, by any means, but they had their desired effect of making Dabi's eyes glimmer with violence.

"Okay, okay," you nodded, mostly to yourself. "I think I'll let you speak a little."

You removed the hand that had been latched to his mouth, sliding it down his neck where you could feel his racing pulse; he was into it, but over his dead body he'd admit it.

Now able to speak, Dabi didn't skip a beat. "What the fuck?" He spoke the words slowly, drawing out every syllable with a low tone in a show of frustration.

"What?" You sneered. "I thought you got off when I'm pissed, so what gives, huh? Can't handle it now that I'm the one who's decided to put you in your place?"

"My place, huh?" He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head. "Wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I should speak more clearly," you said, placing yourself atop the growing bulge in his jeans. You leaned forward, pressing your chest against his as your lips inched closer to his ear. "Your rightful place as a little bottom bitch."

"Fuck y— hmph."

Dabi didn't get to finish his sentence as you slipped cold fingers into his mouth, nearly hitting the back of his throat. Although the hand wasn't attached to your body, you could still feel the wet, slimy texture of his tongue.

"You can bitch all you want, Dabi, but we both know you're enjoying this as much as I am," you said, sitting straight before rolling your hips against his for emphasis.

You could have sworn that you saw his eye twitch, and you weren't quite sure if it was from arousal or anger. It was then that you softened in the slightest, sliding your hands — your real ones — up and down his sides soothingly as you removed the fingers from his mouth.

"... You know you can tell me to stop, right?" You said, making it clear that, although you were mad at him, you weren't there to make him uncomfortable either.

Dabi looked you in the eye, brows still firmly furrowed, as he held your gaze before casting a glance to the side. It was as if he were ashamed of his predicament and the conflicting feelings swirling inside of him. His mind screamed at him that this new territory wasn't for him, that he'd much rather have you all bent over for him to take his frustration out on your cunt. On the other hand, however, his cock said the opposite, nearly begging him to give in and see where this would go.

Fuck, he'd be a liar if he said that you looked anything but hot at the moment.

Eventually, he settled on his classic, shit-eating smirk. "Fine. Go ahead and have your little power trip. Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause you know damn well what I'm gonna do to you when this is over."

"I think you're a little confused there. You should be more concerned with what I'm going to do to you," you said with a tilt of your head. "If, for whatever reason, you can't talk, try using your quirk if you want to stop. I'll notice."

“You're being awfully soft for someone who claims to be pissed with me," he said, still being a nuisance. You wondered if it was just Dabi being himself, or if he was being a brat as part of his play. Both, probably.

You smiled; it lacked any warmth, only holding a warning. "Don't worry. I won't be playing soft for too long."

Not being able to move his arms, Dabi gestured with his head, sneering. "Then impress me, sweetheart."

You chuckled. Poor thing didn't know what you had in mind for him, now that you had the green light for full control. That bratty attitude of his? It'd be gone. His pride? Shattered. His mind? So fucking broken.

Ghostly hands that had made their way down to the hem of his shirt, teasingly fiddling with the fabric, now had a firm grasp as they began to lift the clothing up above his head before disappearing into thin air. You made sure to relish in every bit of skin — every purple patch and glistening staple — that was revealed to you. Your gaze was piercing, unwavering and studious, but no less appreciative; it made Dabi swallow hard.

You leaned forward again, lips hovering over his. "I don't think you'll be disappointed."

In an attempt to salvage any remnants of control he had, Dabi pressed his lips to yours in a hard, passionate kiss that took both your breaths away. You allowed his tongue to flick against yours before he licked at the roof of your mouth, offering a pleasant tickling sensation that travelled down between your legs.

As much as you enjoyed his tongue inside your mouth, you had enough of this. You wouldn't allow him to think he had an edge over you, and so, as he attempted to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, you pulled away, closing your lips around his tongue. You sucked at the muscle as you backed away, and you heard a frustrated grunt escape Dabi as you did so.

You smirked and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. You edged closer to his ear, making sure to barely brush your lips against the skin of his face as you made your way up there. You were sure that he could feel the way you grinned, unable to hide your excitement from the sudden rush of power traversing your body.

Your tongue dragged along his earlobe, pulling a deep sigh from Dabi. Kissing down his cheeks to his jawbone, you made your way to his neck, and you slowly licked down his pulse point, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in your wake before sinking your teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder. You nicked his collarbone — a sensitive area of his — with your tongue closely following to soothe the little marks you left across his body. Beneath you, Dabi's hips shifted, cock jumping at the attention. You could feel the way his thighs tensed, and you just knew that every fibre of his being wanted to pin you down.

But he was powerless — powerless against you, an ordinary civilian — and fuck, seeing someone like Dabi being reduced to something so pathetic was a work of art that you were dying to immortalize.

"You're lucky I'm letting you do this," Dabi grumbled.

"Mhm," you hummed, barely acknowledging his words. All bark, no bite. Not that he could bite at the moment.

And a ghost hand was back to his mouth, silencing him. You felt his warm tongue licking into the palm of the hand — a feeble attempt at deterring you. You quickly glanced up and seeing his eyes full of annoyance, accompanied by unmistakable lust that he so desperately tried to hide, made you laugh. How he could still uphold that look, you didn't know, but you were going to make that petty little glare of his falter.

You gripped the hem of your oversized t-shirt — his shirt — and slowly, very agonizingly slowly pulled it up towards your chest, exposing your near-bare lower body as you only wore lacy underwear. Dabi's eyes immediately fell to your hips, intently glaring at the way your cunt rested so snugly atop his cock. Expectantly, Dabi's eyes wandered to your chest, waiting for your breasts to grace his view, but you wouldn't grant him that satisfaction quite yet. Your expression held cockiness as you took the shirt's hem between your teeth, not fully pulling it over your chest. Instead, from where he laid, Dabi was offered a tantalizing view of the under curvature of your breasts.

As you slid your hands down your body, teasingly pulling at the band of your panties though not removing them, you found amusement in the way Dabi's expression had been breaking as the seconds ticked by. Though anger still remained, it was faltering; it was as if there was an intense battle between anger and burning desire, and the latter was winning little by little.

Slowly, you began rutting your hips against him, moaning as your clit slid against Dabi's erection. With the right amount of pressure, jolts of pleasure shot through your veins that fuelled your arousal, even through the layers of clothing. You could feel Dabi attempt to rise his hips further against you, but your quirk held him down.

If you focused enough, you could make out the way Dabi muttered curses underneath his makeshift gag. His chest began to heave shakily, and his eyes grew heavier from lust as they zeroed in on the rocking of your hips. He watched the way the dangling, blue heart piercing on your navel gently swayed in time with your movements — a gift he had gotten for you last month.

A particularly hard thrust had Dabi grunting. His cock pulsed underneath his jeans and boxers; it was uncomfortable, and he was dying for a shred of relief, but judging by the predatory shine in your irises, Dabi knew he wouldn't be graced with his wishes.

Your shirt was still wedged between your teeth, fabric wet with your saliva. Then, you stilled, abruptly stopping your ruts as you slipped your panties to the side, giving Dabi a slight peek at your slick cunt as you made a show of stroking your lips before spreading them. He wanted to touch you, you knew he did, but you wouldn't let him.

You'd let him watch, though.

Your fingers slid through your lips, and as you brushed against your entrance, you dipped two fingers inside of you, gathering arousal across your digits which you dragged up to your clit. Your moans, although somewhat muffled by your shirt, went straight to Dabi's dick as you slowly stroked your clit up and down. His breathing grew heavier as he remained bound and unable to touch you. The wet shine coating your fingers was beyond enticing to him, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

You pulled your fingers away from your pussy, letting your shirt fall back down. Now covered up, Dabi's trance seemingly broke, and he was narrowing his eyes at you once again.

You made the hand covering his mouth disappear, allowing him to speak, but before he could do so, you leaned down, gripping at his jaw to keep him in place as you brought your wet fingers to his mouth.

"Come on, babe," you prompted.

Dabi said nothing, only shifting his gaze between your face and fingers before reluctantly opening his mouth, allowing you to dip your fingers inside. He couldn't help the grunt as your taste hit his tongue; he savoured it. He closed his lips around your digits as you began thrusting them gently.

You licked your lips before parting them in a breathy exhalation as your cunt clenched at the sight beneath you. "Hollow your cheeks, hon."

When he didn't immediately comply, you roughly hit the back of his throat, making his body jump as he gagged rather loudly. His strong reaction made you coo condescendingly, and you were sure that, should he have been capable of producing tears, his eyes would be watering. Would it make you a shit person for saying that you wished you could see him cry in this context? Maybe, but you didn't really care.

"I won't ask again, Dabi," you said.

It was fucking humiliating, but Dabi eventually caved and did as you asked, hollowing his cheeks around your fingers, effectively creating more suction.

You groaned at the sight. "Fuck yeah. That's it."

You thrust your fingers a bit faster, occasionally hitting the back of his throat — though not as roughly as the first time — as you desperately wanted to hear him make those lovely gagging noises again.

"That's it, bitch," you said. "God, wouldn't you look pretty sucking on a cock?"

His eyes hardened at the degrading nickname, feeling beyond humiliated as a growl reverberated from deep within his chest.

Eventually, you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, which were heavily coated with his saliva. Dabi panted, attempting to catch his breath.

"Screw you. Fuck you," Dabi hissed at you.

"So vulgar..." you mused.

You gripped at his face, pressing onto his cheeks. "Open your mouth," you commanded.

He stubbornly gritted his teeth, attempting to turn his head away from you in defiance. You huffed, unappreciative of this bratty attitude of his. You tenderly cupped his cheek, tracing the seam of his marred skin with your fingertips in faux sympathy before giving him a nice smack. It wasn't hard enough to harm him, but enough to leave a red blotch on his healthy skin.

What you didn't expect was the damn-near pornographic moan that escaped him upon impact, pupils blown wide with want.

Freak.

"Open your fucking mouth," you repeated.

He did, and when you leaned over his mouth, lining up yours with his, Dabi had a feeling that he knew where you were going with this; he had done it to you before. Payback's a bitch, he supposed.

You let your saliva drop into his mouth, and you were satisfied to see you didn't even need to tell him to swallow. He did so immediately, making a show of gulping audibly.

"Good boy," you said, rubbing the mark on his cheek. "Say thank you."

"... Thank you," he muttered gruffly, cringing as he said it; the words sounded as though they had physically hurt him to say.

You nodded approvingly and appreciatively. Perhaps he was beginning to submit to you a bit more; you were making progress.

You sat back up, running your hands down his toned chest before your thumbs rolled his nipples, making sure to play with the pretty barbells pierced through the sensitive flesh. The attention made Dabi bite his lip harshly, wanting nothing more than to cut off any moan that threatened to escape him.

You took it as a challenge, leaning down again as you flattened your tongue against a bud while your thumb and index fingers continued toying with the other one. Your tongue swirled, flicking the barbell around, making Dabi's body shake, the stimulation to his chest feeling overwhelming with your precise and rapid movements.

"Ngh... fuck, babe," Dabi moaned. It was strained as he tried to contain the noise.

You hummed, pressing a multitude of sloppy kisses to his body as you trailed downwards. His abs tensed underneath your lips, watching in anticipation as you neared the one place he wanted you the most. You slid your nails down the attractive trail of white hair until you reached the bulge in his pants, flattening your palm against it. You felt him up, groping as you revelled at how hard he was. You sat straight as you undid his belt and jeans.

"Fucking, finally," Dabi sighed, already feeling less confined.

You hummed, pulling Dabi's pants and boxers down his legs and letting his heavy cock slap onto his lower abdomen, leaving behind a small puddle of pre-cum. The liquid seeped from his tip, running down his shaft and making that pretty frenum piercing of his glisten further. The sight had your mouth watering, watching how he throbbed with a desperate need to cum.

You finally pulled your shirt over your head, effectively distracting Dabi as he focused his attention on your bare skin. As you did so, you took the opportunity to command your quirk to fumble beneath the bed, subtly pulling out what would be the main event of your night. Tossing your shirt to the floor, you smirked as you watched the hands emerge, holding the items, which did not go unnoticed by Dabi.

"What the fuck are you looking a—"

Dabi's words died as his eyes grew wide upon seeing the bottle of lube and harness that bore a realistic, beige-coloured dildo — around six and a half inches, curved with some texture and a smooth tip. Dabi gulped, knowing damn well what you were implying, but still, he managed to glare up at you in an attempt to salvage his wavering dignity.

"What in the fuck is that?" Dabi hissed. It was rhetorical, but you still answered.

"That," you gave him a bored look as you pointed at the toy for emphasis, "would be a strap-on."

His glare hardened. "I fucking know what it is. When did you even get that?"

"Gag gift from a friend," you shrugged, running your hands along his thighs before snaking them towards his ass. "And I am going to use that little toy to fuck this," you said, squeezing the flesh teasingly.

"As if I'm letting you do that. You're out of your mind," Dabi said.

"What?" You sneered. "Is the big, bad villain scared of a bit of cock in his ass?"

Perhaps it was wrong of you to play with his ego as such, but again, you didn't really care. Besides, you weren't about to ignore the uncharacteristic hue of pink coating Dabi's cheeks.

"I'd rather fuck into that pretty little cunt of yours," Dabi said.

"I'm sure you would," you said rather casually as you set the strap-on next to him and grabbed the lube. "Anyway, that's for a little later. I've got other things I want to do to you first."

You gripped the base of Dabi's cock, pouring a generous stream of lube onto it. With both hands wrapped around his girth, you slowly glided up and down his shaft to thoroughly coat it and your hands in the slippery liquid.

You chuckled under your breath; if Dabi thought you would jerk his cock as you usually did, he was sorely mistaken.

Reaching for the tip of his cock, you brought a fingertip to the head, tracing your finger in slow circles around it as to tease him. The lube slicking his cock made the simple action that much more satisfying, and you could see more beads of his own pre-cum leaking down and merging with the lube. The mild stimulation was enough to make his dick jump from how aroused and needy Dabi was.

"So reactive, and I'm not even doing anything," you cooed.

You wrapped your hand at the base of his tip, making sure to pump at a tortuously slow pace, twisting your hand and letting your thumb rub against the frenulum of his cock — the area's sensitivity being amplified by the piercing — before teasing his slit.

Dabi threw his head back, teeth gritted as he finally received the attention he wanted. You could see his thighs tensing and shaking as you repeated the action, over and over, but never picking up the pace.

Your unoccupied hand reached for his balls, gently caressing them and offering the occasional squeeze, which earned you more streams of pre-cum, and a pretty moan from your villainous boyfriend.

Dabi's lips parted, sucking in a breath. It felt simultaneously amazing, but barely enough. Dabi was used to rough sex and harsh tugs at his cock to get him off, but you seemed adamant on depriving him of such, content with edging him towards his release.

And you fucking knew that, but you liked watching the conflict on his face. You loved seeing how engorged his cock and heavy his balls were from the need to cum. You adored watching his brows crease together as his eyes clenched shut.

"F-Fuck. Go faster," Dabi asked.

You stopped your movements altogether, seemingly contemplating his request, and Dabi had thought for a moment that he'd get what he wanted.

"Hm... no," you said, smirking in the slightest as a brief look of defeat crossed Dabi's features, though it was gone in an instant.

What kind of fucking monster had he allowed control of him?

Placing your palm atop the tip, you extended your fingers in a claw-like manner before gliding them up and down, from the head to the shaft, still keeping the same, lazy pace. You varied the pressure, offering a variety of sensations that had him arching his back.

Lowering both your hands to the base of his cock, you leaned down and swirled your tongue at the underside of his tip before sensually lapping at his slit, tasting the mixture of lubes as you maintained eye contact.

You took him into your mouth, fully taking him until he hit the back of your throat, but you didn't offer much more, immediately popping off of his dick and resuming your torturous handjob. The whine that escaped Dabi was so worth it.

"Maybe if you beg for it, I'll go faster," you said.

"You've gotta be kidding?" Dabi hissed.

You shook your head, keeping your concentration on his cock. You could practically feel the sheer humiliation radiating from Dabi's very soul.

".... Please," he visibly gritted his teeth as the word left his mouth. "Please go faster. I need you to go faster."

"Aw. Good boy," you said, genuinely smiling. "No."

"Excuse me? You fucking said—"

"Maybe. I said 'maybe'," you said, suddenly gripping his dick in a tight hold, immediately causing it to pulse in your hand. "You don't need me to go faster. I'll make you cum by my own means. Thank you very much."

You let go for a moment before slapping his cock hard enough for Dabi to fucking yelp. His cheeks were bright red, tongue darting to wet his lips.

Your hand gripped him once more. "You're just a masochistic little whore, aren't you?"

Touching the tip of your index finger to your thumb, you made an 'O' shape with your fingers, and starting at the tip of his cock, you stroked him downwards, and as you reached the base of his dick, your other hand repeated the process. Like an escalator type of motion; it had Dabi's cock twitching with every one of your movements.

Dabi's breaths grew heavy and rapid, and his thighs were so tense his body shook. His cock pulsed frequently as his head was thrown back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned, drawing out his words. "'M close. 'M so fuckin' close."

You hummed knowingly, yet you made no move to speed up as you normally would when he was close to orgasm. You were determined to draw this out as much as you could.

You began stroking his cock in a more standard motion, and to Dabi's horror and your sadistic amusement, you slowed your movements even more. He didn't know it was even possible.

"No! Ngh... fuck. Don't fuckin' slow down," he grunted. "The fuck's wrong with you?"

"Fuck yes! That's it," you moaned as he reached his peak.

It was unlike anything you had seen before: thick cum slowly beading at his tip before trickling down his shaft and gathering onto your hand and his pelvis. You've never seen him cum like this before, and you were mesmerized by every new drop that slowly dripped down his cock.

Dabi's reaction was beautiful. The grunts were loud, drawled out in a low tone that came from the deepest pits of his chest. His eyes had nearly rolled to the back of his skull as his tongue lolled out of his mouth for a brief second.

This was the longest orgasm he had ever gotten, and Dabi's head thrashed from side to side as he began feeling the overstimulation. Fuck — he was still leaking with cum; it wasn't over yet.

"H-Hah, fuck...!" He panted.

As his orgasm began to subside, your lips curled into a nearly-lopsided grin that Dabi missed due to his eyes being clenched shut.

"Take a deep breath, baby," you said.

"Why...?" He asked confusedly, still in a post-orgasm haze.

"Just do it."

He eyed you wearily but did as you asked. You watched as his chest rose, lungs being filled with oxygen. Before he could get a chance to exhale, you summoned your quirk, bringing a hand up to his face. You not only covered his mouth but also his nose.

Dabi's eyes widened at the sudden realization that he couldn't breathe, sending a brief shot of panic through his veins. He looked you in the eye, and as if you could sense his feelings, you softened.

"Remember what I said earlier?"

Dabi did; you were reminding him that he had the power to stop this at any given moment. He blinked, panic subsiding as he nodded. He became oddly relaxed for a man deprived of a necessary function for survival.

He trusted you.

You smiled at the green light and went straight back to work.

Unable to sharply inhale, his chest jumped as your hand resumed jerking off his cock — fast and rough. Your thumb stroked all of his most sensitive spots.

Dabi's eyes rolled to the back of his skull; grunts and moans remained caught in his throat. He was so fucking sensitive, and he wasn't sure if his head spun because of the overstimulation or from the lack of clean oxygen.

"What? Didn't you want me to go faster? I'm pretty sure that's what you were begging for earlier. Please, please go faster. I need you to go faster," you said, mocking him as you threw his previous words right back at him.

This was a foreign feeling to Dabi. Everything about this situation was foreign to him. But breath play? It was the last thing he expected out of you.

Dabi's Adam's Apple bobbed as the air trapped in his lungs tried to escape, cheeks bulging out as he grunted against the hand in an attempt to suck in fresh air. It was in vain; the hand was tightly clamped and suffocating him. His adrenaline seemed to be spiking, and it went straight to the swell of his cock.

He could hear his heartbeat thumping loudly in his own ears. His chest jumped again, convulsing hard enough that you got a brief view of his ribs.

"Hmph," he grunted again.

Dabi's lungs burned, and that warmth only fuelled his arousal. Fuck — it surprised him how into this he was. As his heart hammered against his chest in an erratic rhythm, his chest began to convulse more often, gagging noises sounding from his throat.

With the relentless way you fucked him with your hand and the lack of air, Dabi began growing dizzy, and he wondered if he was on the verge of passing out. He could tap out, but no way his pride would allow him to do such a thing.

Although his eyes threatened to fall shut, they shot wide open as he felt a second orgasm hit him like a train. It was a powerful one, painting his stomach white, with some nearly reaching his chest.

You took the hand off his face the moment his orgasm hit, enjoying the way he was torn between coughing, moaning and breathing heavily.

You gently stroked Dabi's thighs, shushing him as he came down from his high. Colour came flooding back to his face as he took in big gasps of air. He looked exhausted, and you sincerely contemplated ending the night there, thinking you may have gone too hard on him.

Dabi seemingly took notice of the soft, contemplative look in your eye. While he did appreciate your concern for his well-being, the night was still young, wasn't it?

"... 'S that all you got, princess?" He taunted with a tired smirk.

You laughed, getting back into character. "No, not at all."

You looked at your hand, still covered in Dabi's cum, before looking at him with a smirk. You lowered your hand near his mouth, looking at him expectantly.

"Clean it up, baby," you demanded.

Payback really was a bitch, huh? Dabi thought back to all the times he made you lick him clean, no matter if it was your or his mess. He opened his mouth, allowing you to shove a cum-coated finger inside. Dabi's glare was deadly as his own tangy taste hit his tongue.

"Don't look at me like that. It's not so bad, is it?" You taunted.

He much preferred your taste, but still, Dabi decided to put on a show for you as he began swirling his tongue around your finger, swallowing down his cum. As you removed your finger, his tongue darted towards your palm, sensually lapping up his substance while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck, that's hot," you said, licking your lips as you pulled your hand away.

"You're a freak," Dabi said.

"Yet here you are, indulging me. Face it, you're loving this," you retorted.

For a brief second, you hopped off the bed in order to slide your panties down. You made sure to bend over as you did so, giving Dabi a nice view of your ass and pussy, and peeking over your shoulder, you could tell that Dabi was definitely appreciative of the sight.

"Now," you started, crawling back onto the bed. "I'm not that cruel, so I'll give you a moment to recover a bit before I make you cum again. So, in the meantime, it's my turn to get off."

You crawled over him before straddling his chest, and oh, Dabi now understood what you wanted from him. He smirked up at you, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to regain a bit of control by making you helplessly cum all over his tongue.

"Yeah? I'll make you feel good. C'mere," he said in a low growl.

"Don't be mistaken, babe. I'm still holding the reins, here," you said.

You got into position, thighs on either side of his head as your pussy hovered above his mouth. You could see Dabi's fingers twitching, wishing that he could grip your flesh and grind you down onto his mouth on his own accord. Dabi's patience seemed to be wavering, especially when you had teased him with your arousal on your fingers earlier. He was dying to replace the taste of himself in his mouth with your essence; just your smell was enough to make his pupils dilate, hazing his brain and fuelling his sex drive.

"God, you look nothing short of pathetic, right now. You should see how desperate you look," you taunted.

Dabi huffed. "Yeah? 'Cause from where I'm lying, your cunt's looking pretty fuckin' wet."

You lowered yourself onto Dabi's waiting mouth without warning. "God. Shut the fuck up."

Dabi's grunts were muffled under your weight, but it didn't take him much coaxing before he began devouring your sweet pussy. His lips closed around your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked at it.

You threw your head back, lips parting in a moan as you looked down at your boyfriend, and the look of pure enjoyment in his eyes made your cunt clench, nearly cumming on the spot. Dabi was enthusiastic, sloppily lapping at your arousal with loud and lewd slurping noises as your lube and his saliva sloshed around. Drool dribbled down his chin, and paired with the raven strands of hair that clung to his forehead from all the sweat, his face already looked like a mess.

"Yess. F-Fuck yes, Dabi!" You said, earning you a particularly good flick of his tongue. "Good boy. Fuck, you're good at this. That's all you're good for, huh?"

He blinked, and to your surprise, his eyes didn't turn harsh, they remained curious, pleasured — vulnerable.

Your thighs tensed, squeezing Dabi's head; the man beneath you looked in fucking heaven. You added more pressure to his mouth, essentially suffocating him with your soaked cunt; Dabi never skipped a beat, only eating you out much more vigorously like a starved man.

"Shit, that's it," you moaned, running your hand through his hair before yanking it roughly, earning a muffled moan from him. "I've always wanted to do this."

You lifted yourself off his mouth, allowing him to catch his breath. Although Dabi was panting, he lifted his head off the mattress, attempting to re-attach his lips to your pussy, eager to resume.

"Stick your tongue out, baby. Lemme ride your face," you said.

"Hm.. a'right," he said, doing as you asked.

You lowered yourself back onto his mouth, and you wasted no time in thrusting your hips, gliding your clit against the wet muscle. Your pace was relentless, you were practically using him for your pleasure, but Dabi didn't seem to mind, the pleasured grunts he let out sent delightful vibrations to your cunt.

You pulled at his hair again. "Fuck, you love getting smothered by my pussy, huh?" He answered with a hum. "I think I — fuck — like you better like this. Putting your dirty, rude fucking mouth to good use for once. All bound up for me to use however I want."

Dabi was so focused on our pussy that he hadn't noticed that you had summoned another ghost hand. At least, not until he felt a cool liquid dripping into his ass. Dabi's eyes widened in surprise, looking up at you as if demanding an explanation.

You slowed your movement, looking back at your quirk as if you had been none the wiser to what was happening. "Oh, that? Don't worry, baby. I need to stretch you out a bit."

The hands that had been holding his legs down throughout the whole night spread his legs further, giving you better access to his hole. The free hand inched closer, soothing the ring of muscles with soft, teasing circles.

"You're tense. I'm gonna need you to relax, 'kay?" You said before lifting yourself off his tongue once more, giving him the opportunity to speak. "Is this something you're willing to try? Just say the word, and the idea is gone."

Dabi felt his resolve crumbling. If this were anyone else, he would've incinerated them on the spot for even proposing the idea. But with you? He could trust you with this kind of vulnerability, something that was difficult — so difficult — for him to show. So, he nodded.

"Yeah, okay. Do what you want. I put you in charge, after all," he said.

You laughed. "If I remember correctly, you didn't put me in charge, I just took it."

"Mhm. Whatever you say."

"Okay, baby. Relax, I'm going to put it in, okay?" You said.

Dabi nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as if to brace himself for the foreign breach that was to come, and when it came, his eyes shot wide open, breathing coming to a sharp halt as his teeth gritted together in a hiss as a chilly finger began pushing inside his ass.

The finger had more girth than the average human size, and so you stilled, allowing him to adjust to the feeling before resuming. You reminded him to breathe, which he obeyed. When he seemed less tense, you pushed deeper until you were knuckle-deep. With the size of the finger, you wouldn't need to insert a second one. It was good training, however, as the dildo size you planned to use on him was rather large for a first-time ride.

"How does it feel," you asked, unable to hide your arousal when you heard Dabi — of all fucking people — whimper.

"Weird... but s'not bad," Dabi grunted, and you could tell that he was holding back his true feelings due to pride.

"Good. You're doing really good," you praised — a stark contrast to your previous behaviour.

But it wouldn't last very long.

Dabi's mind seemed in a haze — in a whole other dimension — so you reached down to lightly smack his cheek to gain his attention.

"You know, you still haven't made me cum," you said, gesturing to your pussy that still remained above his mouth. "You better finish what you started, and I expect you to make me cum before you do. Don't be selfish."

Dabi nodded, eyes glinting with mischief as he accepted your little challenge, and like the obedient little toy you had reduced him to, he stuck his tongue out, waiting for you to smother him.

You moaned loudly; if you thought his enthusiasm was mind-blowing before, it had reached a whole other level. The tip of his tongue dipped inside your entrance before moving to rapidly flick your clit in a consistent up and down motion. The pressure he applied was perfect, and his pace was that of a man on a fucking mission, dead set on the end goal.

Your ghost hand began to thrust, causing Dabi's breath to hitch as his tongue faltered for a moment. In response, you rutted your hips against him — it was a warning.

You slid your finger in and out, setting a slow and steady pace to warm him up. You felt around for a special little spot, one that had possibly never been stimulated up until now, and by God, you were excited to be the first one to hit that jackpot.

As you prodded around, Dabi's whole body suddenly tensed up, and he couldn't stop himself when his mouth unlatched from your pussy as he threw his head back, wheezing as if the wind had just been knocked out of him.

You laughed. "There it is."

You adjusted the hand, making sure that you slid the finger at the perfect angle, continuously sliding against Dabi's sweet spot. You moved at a slow pace, making him anticipate the moment you would hit the area again, and when you did, fuck, the slow pace you set made him feel the intense stimulation on every little nerve ending.

Dabi's tongue lolled out of his mouth, nearly going cross-eyed at the sensation. It was a nice sight, for sure, but you were a little unhappy with the lack of stimulation you were receiving. Your clit felt swollen, pulsing from need.

"Hm... I'm happy that you're enjoying yourself, but don't forget what you're supposed to be doing," you said.

"F-Fuck... ahhh. 'M sorry — shit, feels so fuckin' good — c'mere," he moaned, regaining his focus.

You were relentless as you rode his tongue, not giving him the opportunity to catch his breath. You figured you'd do all the work if your little pillow princess was unable to focus because of one measly finger up his ass.

Dabi's eyes rolled back, grunts and whimpers muffled by your cunt. His senses were overwhelmed, and he was living for it. Your smell, the feel of your skin, your touch, your sounds, the sight of you — everything felt overstimulating.

"F-Fuck! I'm close, Dabi," you moaned, riding him so roughly that your clit occasionally hit his nose. "Are you gonna make me cum, baby?"

Dabi had a hard time answering, even if it was just a hum, especially when the finger began thrusting in time with your grinding. Fuck, he was close, about to hit his third orgasm of the night. He tried his best to keep the cum in his balls, but it proved difficult when you were massaging his prostate like that.

You knew Dabi well enough to know the signs, and you huffed, not pleased that he was failing his task, and so, just as he was about to cum, the finger stilled. You summoned a sixth hand, tightly wrapping it around Dabi's cock while pressing down at the back of his tip, forcing the urge to subside. Dabi whined at the ruined orgasm, eyes twitching as he gave you the most pitiful look you had ever seen on him.

"Uh-uh," you chided. "Remember what I said? I get to cum first."

He nodded, forcing his concentration back onto your cunt, determined to make you squirt all over his goddamn face. Your moans were music to his ears, and he found himself grunting with every little noise falling from your lips. Your head was thrown back, hands reaching for the bedsheets as you gripped them in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Your thighs clenched around his head as they shook, and Dabi could feel your clit pulse on his tongue.

"Dabi! Fuck! C-Cumming. I'm gonna cum," you panted.

You went silent for a brief moment as your body went rigid, and when the tension that had been building in your abdomen snapped, you let out a loud, elongated moan. Your chest heaved with rapid breaths as sharp pleasure had your pussy pulsing from a powerful orgasm. Dabi nearly growled as he savoured your taste when your cum hit his lips. It was a mess as the clear liquid he couldn't catch in his mouth trickled down his chin.

He slowed down his movements, helping you ride out your high until he completely stilled. You lifted yourself off his mouth, backing away so that you were straddling his chest as you caught your breath and recovered from your post-orgasm haze. After all, you still had one last thing to do.

"Fuck," Dabi licked his lips, swallowing down more of your cum, groaning in satisfaction. "Did I do good?"

"Hm... yeah, you did. But now," you said, grabbing the strap-on before stepping off the bed. "We get to the real fun."

You made the hands that had been preoccupied with his cock and ass disappear, making Dabi suddenly feel so empty. He watched as you slipped the harness on, the straps weren't complicated and awkward to figure out, so you didn't fiddle with them all that much.

You crawled back onto the bed, placing yourself between Dabi's spread legs before grabbing the bottle of lube and slathering some on the silicone cock. For safety, you applied some more to Dabi's asshole. You didn't want the stretch to hurt him, after all.

"You look pretty ecstatic with this. You have some kind of weird fetish for me with things in my ass, huh?" Dabi teased.

"Maybe I do. Who knows? Maybe next time, I'll make you wear a cute, fuzzy tail butt plug," you said, lining yourself up.

"As if I'd let you do that."

"That's what you've been saying all night, yet here we are."

You held onto his thighs, locking eyes with him. No words needed to be exchanged for Dabi to know that you were asking if he was ready, to which he nodded. Dabi exhaled, forcing his body to relax as he felt the tip of the cock prodding at his hole.

The toy began breaching, making Dabi's breath hitch. Shit — he was suddenly happy that you had prepped him with your quirk, that thing was much bigger than he had anticipated. Dabi's breath caught in his throat as you slowly pushed in deeper before stilling as means to let him adjust. His cock betrayed him, throbbing and seemingly getting even harder at the sensation of being filled up.

"Fuck. Oh my Go—" Dabi's words died down as his head fell back into the sheets, mouth parting in a silent moan.

You leaned down, pressing a surprisingly loving kiss to his lips, serving as a distraction from the stretch. Dabi lazily reciprocated, being as delirious as he was. You then brought your lips to his ear.

"I'm halfway in, okay? Just relax, it's gonna feel so good soon," you shushed with a reassuring tone that had Dabi nearly melting.

The shift between your harsh treatment of his body and your soft, caring side gave him whiplash at times, but he had to say: he loved it. He loved how you knew which side to use at which moment. Dabi would have never guessed that you would make such a good top, but you just kept surprising him, didn't you?

Gently, you pushed the dildo further in, pulling a sharp gasp from Dabi as you bottomed out, your hips firmly pressed against his. Again, you let him adjust to the depth the toy was reaching, to the stretch it was providing. Your thumbs traced soothing circles into the healthy skin of his thighs.

He had better enjoy this tenderness while it lasted, because you were going to fucking destroy him.

You gave an experimental thrust, only pulling out halfway before pushing back in; it made Dabi's body jolt. Grinning at his pleasured reaction, you fully pulled out the toy before giving one hard, deep thrust.

"A-Ah!"

You grinned. "Atta boy. That's it."

You rocked your hips, rolling them in an attempt to find the perfect angle to hit his G-spot. The lube made the glide so slick and easy, and you found that Dabi's tight little hole had adjusted rather quickly, allowing you to push your hips against him rather roughly.

"Holy shit," you moaned, the sight underneath you bringing pleasure in of itself.

Dabi already looked fucked out, dignity thrown out the window as curses mingled with moans and pleas for more, more. His eyes blinked rapidly as if trying to clear his vision from whatever haze took over him, and drool pooled at the corner of his lips from the way the tip of his tongue poked out.

Fuck it, you thought as you fully deactivated your quirk, allowing Dabi not only free rein of his arms and legs but also his flames. But honestly? You had him right where you wanted, and you knew that he was too concentrated on the pleasure to even think about regaining control.

Your skin slapped against his, the rough thrusts making the bed creak. One of Dabi's arms shot to his face, covering his eyes and a portion of his sweat-covered forehead as the pleasure hit him hard, while his other hand gripped at the sheets beneath him. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own, spreading as much as they could to give you better angles to pleasure him.

His cock bobbed in time with your thrusts, and you watched as pre-cum seeped from the red, swollen tip. You knew he wouldn't last very long in this state, and you were fine with that; you just wanted to give him mind-boggling pleasure and make him forget his own fucking name.

"OH SHIT! Fuck!" Dabi screamed, back arching as you hit that spot.

"Right there, huh?" You grinned. "Get ready, baby."

You pushed one of his legs up towards his chest, making him gasp loudly as you found the perfect angle to fuck him stupid. Hearing him whine and moan, chanting your name like a prayer, gave your ego such a fucking boost, and you swore you might have cum from those sounds alone.

You licked your lips as you took notice of the previous spurts of cum painting Dabi's torso. He looked so fucking hot like that, and you couldn't help yourself when you activated your quirk one last time. A ghost hand brought your phone, opening up the camera app as you snapped a picture. The sound of the shutter caught Dabi's attention.

You groaned at the picture — a work of art, is what it was.

"Fuck, Dabi. Look at yourself," you said, bringing your phone to his face.

He could barely recognize himself: matted hair, all wet and clinging to his forehead. His body was covered in sweat and cum, while his lips shined with his drool and your own release. He had the most delirious, fucked-out look he had ever seen in his life, with eyes nearly crossing and rosy cheeks. From the angle, he could see the silicone cock inside his ass, and his rock-hard cock stood flushed and engorged as it seeped with his lube.

You put your phone away, deactivating your quirk. "God, what would they think if they saw you like this? Think anybody would take you seriously ever again? I'm sure I could make a fortune, whoring you out for the world to see. What do you think? One of the most dangerous villains getting fucked by thick cock."

He whined at your words. Even though he knew you wouldn't ever truly do that to him, hearing that little fantasy of yours had his cock pulsing. Dabi couldn't help himself when he reached for his dick, stroking it in time with your rough thrusts, only edging him closer to his release.

"That's it, babe. Stroke that fat cock," you encouraged, pace never faltering.

"G-Gonna... 'm gonna — fuck," he couldn't even form a coherent sentence, the pleasure was just getting too much.

"I know, Dabi," you said. "Do it. Cum for me."

He did, and the overstimulation hit him immediately. He could barely keep pumping his dick through his orgasm without squirming, especially when you slammed against his G-spot, thoroughly milking him dry. The amount of cum that poured out of him was impressive, possibly due to his previously interrupted orgasm. He covered his face with both his hands, grunting loudly yet lowly in a way that resembled a growl.

Your thrusts subsided, and you carefully slid the toy out. You leaned down to press soothing butterfly kisses to his thighs before moving up to his face. Pulling his arms away from his face, you peppered his face and lips with the same, loving kisses. You shushed him, muttering praises as he came down from his high.

"Are you okay?" You asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah. 'M good," he croaked in a tired voice.

"Stay here, okay?" You said, hopping off the bed and ridding yourself of the strap-on before heading out of the room.

Dabi nodded, staring up at the ceiling — not that he could move much at the moment; he felt so goddamn sore and tired. You did a number on him.

You came back after a moment, a sheepish smile on your face as you brought towels and a glass of water. You helped Dabi sit up, bringing the glass to his lips as he tilted his head back. He gulped down the water in one go, throat immediately feeling refreshed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as you unfolded one of the damp cloths.

"Taking care of you."

You brought the cloth to his face, and being mindful of his staples, you cleaned his face of all the sweat, drool and dried cum. Dabi sighed at the feeling, the coolness feeling great on his overheated body. You went lower, cleaning the release off his chest and pelvis. You muttered an apology when Dabi hissed in sensitivity when you gently brought a fresh cloth to his softened dick.

You tossed the towels into a hamper before bringing your boyfriend into a hug, which he reciprocated tightly. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you.”

He chuckled, patting your back reassuringly. "I didn't know you had it in you. I can't remember what I did to piss you off to the point of ragdolling me around in bed, but shit, I must have deserved it."

You laughed, pulling away so that you could kiss his forehead. "So, can I say that I fucked you stupid?"

"Hm... I dunno, but maybe I should piss you off more often if that's the outcome."

"Don't test me," you said, shaking your head. "Alright, lemme go run a bath."

You attempted to get up, but Dabi was quick to pull you back into bed, laying you down on his chest. The warmth of his skin, paired with the calm and steady thump of his heart, nearly immediately lulled you to sleep.

"Nap first. Hygiene later."

[naughty-shiro]

Sae and Rin fall in love with a sweet female reader?

"You make my heart race faster than soccer"

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹ ıllı Rin/reader - Sae/reader - seperate﹒ ♡ afab/fem!reader / silly crushes / Fluffy ✶ ᐢ..ᐢ﹒ ＞＜﹐🔗 reader is just the sweetest and I want the best for her @ :: ┆﹒♡ ✦. contains: confessions (both), secret admirer (Rin), denial (Rin), LDR (Sae),

☆⋆｡𖦹 Itoshi Rin

-͟͟͞☆ He had no intentions on falling in love, he can't, he won't allow himself to. He has to beat his brother.

-͟͟͞☆ If so... why did you manage to make him feel so weak in the knees whenever you smiled so brightly, the sort of smile that would sooth the soul.

-͟͟͞☆ the way your lips would curve upwards so effortlessly. The way he'd notice how your eyes would genuinely sparkle with excitement when something good happened.

-͟͟͞☆ you made him so weak in the knees and his heart would always speed up when you would enter his class to talk to your friends.

-͟͟͞☆ your voice... sounds like a fairytale princess, He becomes enchanted by it.

-͟͟͞☆ He hates himself to much for falling for someone especially when his rival (brother) is abroad getting better and he is sat pathetically smittened by some girl.

-͟͟͞☆ He often thought of what it would be like to hold you in his arms, oh how perfectly you'd fit, nice and snug. to spoil you with all the things you want to make sure that smile stayed. that same smile that Rin will never be sick of.

-͟͟͞☆ He would ask the people you would talk to and would right little love notes and put them in the locker.

-͟͟͞☆ After the first one, you would leave Rin a letter in your locker although addressed to "little stranger"

-͟͟͞☆ After a small letter exchange, he noticed how cute and pretty your handwriting is, he was thinking what part of you isn't so sweet and kind? This letter Rin wrote... it will be the letter that will give you the opportunity to find out who your secret admirer was.

-͟͟͞☆ Rin was confident you wouldn't hurt his feelings. Rin waits on the rooftop of the school, with a bouquet of white and lavender roses. He was a little nervous but he wants to show these feelings so he can get closure you both needed.

-͟͟͞☆ When you finally meet him on the roof: ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

"You're Itoshi, from my friends class right?" You softly ask. Slowly, you make your way to him, not sure about his demeanor, You were told he is quite unfriendly and distant. But, You wanted to give Rin a chance.

"I am... listen. I may not be the nicest and I may not be the easiest to be around, if you hear from others... and I like routine, I wish for you to become a part of that routine in my life, I want to dedicate time to you and you alone."

Rin notices blush creep onto your cheeks. "I..."

Rin grows anxious with anticipation, as if he is about to go for the winning goal, his goal this time not being a net but the enchantress in front of him.

"I would love that!" That smile Rin fell for is back. A small smile appeared on his lips. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I had feelings for you for a while now, but I didn't know how to approach you" With that, his heart started to accelerate, he didn't know how much you reciprocated until this moment. "You can say we were mutually pining," You shyly nodded to yourself.

"I have something for you..." Rin speaks which caught your attention.

"you do?" You tilt your head slightly, so sweetly. That doesn't go unnoticed by Rin, he found those little actions you did subconsciously so adorable.

"here, for you." With that Rin hands you the bouquet of flowers, the beautiful purple and white bouquet. Your cheeks heat up as you press your lips together for a moment, eyes a little watery. Rin notices before lowering the bouquet a little, more concerned for you. The tears made his heart hurt a little. "Are you okay?"

"y-yeah! I'm okay, just very happy" and that smile that caused his heart to race is back on your face. he had a soft smile on his face. he lightly lifts your arm as he places the bouquet in your arms. it was when he touched your hand is when he knew in that moment he will stop at nothing to keep you with him, his whole live.

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☆⋆｡𖦹 Itoshi Sae

ִ ࣪𖤐 if the blackcat and gingercat dynamic were in a friendship it would have to be you and Sae. of course the blackcat being the latter.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He met you in Germany, You were the daughter of the host family to stay with while he was in Germany (kind of like paying rent as well as helping out).

ִ ࣪𖤐 You showed Sae around, trying to get a conversation around him, unsuccessful however, he never protested your presence. You figured it was that he was more reserved and prefers to listen.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Once he asked for your number, and you notice through messages he is more vocal about what he wants.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Sae was drawn to your appearance at first, you had the qualities he was looking for. Of course, thinking it was fleeting. The more he was with you, the more he mind wondered to other forms of communication.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He had to return to Japan soon since his Visa was about to run out but he bought you a present with a card reading "nicht öffnen, bevor ich es sage" (Don't open until I say so)

ִ ࣪𖤐 You listen to the instructions, despite wanting to desperately open the small box Sae gave you before he left to go back to Japan.

ִ ࣪𖤐 You felt very lonely without having him to talk to, well having him to listen to you ramble about something completely out of the blue. You missed watching him play. You missed it all.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Sae misses your verbal rants, although you still rant to him though messaging, it's not the same. He figured this crush isn't going away anytime soon. He has to act.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He takes a little bit of time to work up the courage... what if you wanted just a platonic relationship? what if you only saw him as a brother?? Those are thoughts that were plaguing his mind before committing to what he was originally planning to do. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

(imagine the conversation above and following are in German)

You send him a call request, Sae takes a deep breath before clicking the accept button. When he sees your face once again, he realised how much he misses you. "it's been a little while since we last saw eachother."

You nodded in response. "it hasss! So what did you want to discuss?"

it was silent for a little as you were wondering what caused him to be so silent. "are you okay?"

You ask silently, He snaps out and nods. "Yeah, I'm alright. Have you opened that gift i gave you?"

You shake your head as you start to play with your sleeves. "you said to not open it until you said so... so I decided to wait until you told me to..."

he lightly smiles as he is glad you kept the instructions you kept for him. "I want you to open it now."

You nod as you start to lift the silk ribbon on the box, he kept an intent gaze on you. You pull out a shirt and a bottle of collogue.

"Sae, what are these for?" You ask intently. he clears his throat.

"well... I'm not sure if you like me romantically, but on the off chance you do and I won't be able to return any time soon, that is one of my tops, it used to be my favorite but you mentioned how much you liked it on me and you always complimented my collogue. if you ever miss me you can wear the shirt and use the collogue. Do you accept my confession?"

You were stunned and Sae could see that. He gave you a moment to think.

"...愛してる" You mutter, which caused Sae to widen his eyes in surprise, he felt his heart race faster than he ever thought was possible.

"you reciprocate?" He asks, somewhat in shock. He notices you nod.

"it was a shame we didn't start dating before you left... I would have loved cuddling you." You pout lightly.

"When I return to you, we can cuddle while you rant your life away once again."

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・． ≡^∇^≡ (Masterlist) !! ↓ ✭ (Events) ≫ (Request rules / Tag list/ anon list) <3

[imagineanime2022]

Villains W/ S/O Like Queen B

Spinner X Reader, Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Imagine the LOV (Spinner, Shigaraki Or others you would prefer?) With the girlfriend who has the same quirk as “Queen B” from “Helluvaboss”

Spinner

🦎 You both met when you were young, your quirk allowing you to take the form of an anthropomorphic wolf, you both shared the hardships and bullies so when you got older you stuck together. 🦎 You were still better off then him as your quirk still allowed you to change back to a human form when you learned to control it, it didn’t stop the bullies though, once it started it never stopped. 🦎 When you both joined the league you fit in easily with your ability to blend in with every type of crowd, you dragged him with you though by then you were a package deal. 🦎 If anyone dared to make fun of or tease Spinner while you were around it became everyone's problem because more often than not they had to help stop you.

It was one of the members of Redestro’s group that made the mistake of saying something about Spinner, it was actually before you joined so no one was about to stop you from taking them down in fact it was encouraged at this moment. “What did you say?” You asked giving them the chance to change what they said, almost hoping that you had misheard them. “Asked what you were doing with a reptile like that, surely a more hotblooded creature could give you a better time.” He said. “That’s what I thought you said.” You mumbled as you twisted the knife in your hand, throwing it at a speed that no one processed. “Say it again.” You growled, your teeth elongating and growing scratching at your palms. “Still want me now!?” You launched forward lifting him from the floor, blood spluttering from the wound on his neck running down your hand and arm. “If you were a nicer person I might have put you out of your misery.” “(Y/N) we don’t have time for this, just kill him.” Dabi ordered. “I don’t know why you're in a rush, I have all the time in the world, in fact he can watch all of his friends die while he slowly shuffles off to meet them.” You decided dropping him to the floor before turning to the others in the group. “Was he worth dying for?” “W-wait.” One of them stuttered. “I don’t think I will.” You smirked as you rolled your shoulders, the rest were easy to kill, you could tell that they had aligned behind him because they assumed he was the strongest. Once they were all dead you turned back to the first male glancing down at him “you're still alive?” He gurgled in response and you laughed as you crouched in front of him lifting his head and snapping his neck easily.

“That wasn’t necessary.” Spinner said as you stood up. “Of course it was.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, let’s see any of them say anything like that again. “They won’t be saying anything.” He reminded you and you nodded. “Yeah I guess that’s true.” You nodded.

Shigaraki

✋ You were presented to him as a guard dog but your ability to materialise food and drink was what intrigued him more. ✋ When you were younger, it meant that you could have whatever you wanted without having to rely on anyone else, it made you both closer (despite your personalities being polar opposites) and gave you the confidence that you needed to take what you wanted. ✋ When you get older you realise how trivial it was in comparison to the second part of your quirk, the ability to control honey like substances. That was the one that people saw more often and honestly feared. ✋ Shigaraki actually liked having you around unlike more people, eventually you became closer than friends even if neither of you finalised what it was, he trusted you to get things done and have his back.

Shigaraki had decided that it couldn’t be worse than this, they had lost everything when his master was captured. He retreated into himself and stopped talking to everyone, including you, the one who had stuck by him through everything.

Chisaki was the turning point for that though, when he attacked the warehouse everyone else seemed to see red when Magni was killed and rightly so but you were quick to pick out the part of the interaction that helped aid your survival covering Chisaki’s hands in the honey like substance that you were able to control and in turn stopping him from touching anyone else. “Well, aren't you interesting?” Chisaki asked, his eyes cast over you as he analysed you. “What do you want?” Shigaraki asked, his shadow cast over you as he came to stand behind you almost as if he were protecting you from his gaze. “I originally came here to ask for a negotiation, maybe even a joining of forces but after what happened today I don’t think that would be possible.” Chisaki answered. “That being said I will still offer you a chance to meet with me to discuss it, if you choose to accept my offer there will be someone here waiting to give you instruction 24 hours from now.” “Why would I accept an offer like that?” Shigaraki asked. “I never came here to fight so I owe you a body, maybe you should come if only to settle a debt.” Chisaki shrugged, shifting focus to you again. “Would you let me go now?” “Don’t look at them.” Shigaraki warned. “Well then can I go?” Chisaki asked, addressing Shigaraki. “Let him go.” He ordered, you release your quirk as Shigaraki took the space in front of you in case Chisaki decided to do anything more than look.

Chisaki had been gone for hours now but Shgaraki was still hovering around you “What?” You asked. “Nothing.” He answered, Shigaraki had never been good at expressing his feelings, especially ones that stemmed from love or appreciation so you waited silently. “I didn’t like the way that he was looking at you.” “Well it’s no different than most people look at me.” You shrugged. “He wanted to take you from me.” Shigaraki answered like a petulant child that could have had his toy taken away. “You thought I would go willingly?” You asked. “Tch, just promise that you will stay by my side.” Shigaraki said after a moment. “I would be nowhere else.” You answered. “Good.” He answered.

Dabi

🔥 Feeling the motions of other people had it’s strong points but bed emotions were always stronger than the good ones and they lingered longer which definitely changed your view of the world. 🔥 Your abilities led to your parents abandoning you which only led you to focusing on the bad emotions. 🔥 You met Dabi when he was still Touya, his emotions were the loudest and most angry that you had felt in a long time so instead of running away from it you stood close to him aiming to help him and follow him as best you could. 🔥 Dabi knew that he couldn’t hide anything from you and he’d much rather have you close if you were able to read him so readily. It didn’t take long for him to actually enjoy having you around, you were the only person who knew who he really was, you saw the real him.

Dabi had ever seen you like this, the two people that stood in front of you, they seemed to know you almost seemed scared of you or maybe the fact that you had found them. “What’s goin’ on, who are these guys?” Dabi asked, leaning down so that his mouth was close to your ear. You must have looked scarier with the well known villain leaning over your shoulder like a protective cat. “My parents.” You answered finally as his eyes cast over to them, you felt it, the sick excitement bubbling up in him as he lifted his hand towards them. “What do you want to do with them?” His other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his chin now resting on your shoulder. “I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “What do they feel?” He asked. “Scared.” You answered. “Now why would they be scared?” He asked “unless they know that you have a reason to hurt them.” “Hurt them?” You asked. “Say the word and I’ll get rid of the last ties to sadness.” He said softly blue flames beginning to engulf his hands. “You feel everyone else’s emotions, so feel yours tell me what you want me to do.” “I want you to get rid of them.” You finally answered, Dabi laughed a full and real laugh as he lit your parents aflame, you were filled with the joy he felt, you didn’t even hear your parents screams. So caught in the joy that he felt, you weren’t sure that you had ever felt something like this from him, that was when you decided you would do anything to help him feel that again, you would help him get the revenge strove for too.

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[thecountesstribe]

I got a few things to say and this might be a long rant. Spoilers below and please understand that I'm following the show's timeline not the book. There are also some book spoilers as well.

Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen you'll all pay for your crimes!

PSA for all the people that need to hear this, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. I REPEAT, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. If you think otherwise I need whatever alcohol you're having. He was directly responsible for getting Lucerys killed. He was chasing and antagonizing an inexperienced rider and dragon, on an old war dragon (who apparently likes standing on business) during a storm no less, what did he think was going to happen? “BuT VHaGar" nothing! Yeah that old ass lizard wasn't listening but Arrax in a scared attempt was trying to protect himself and Luke. He stole Vhagar when they were younger, claimed it, got jumped (which was the funniest shit though), beat up his cousins in that same fight and was about to bash in the head of the next heir in line to the throne when his feral little brother cut out his eye. Which he himself said was a fair price so there was no reason to be harbouring that animosity towards his nephew and allowing him to live rent free in his mind. He won in the end; the fight when they were children and the oldest, largest dragon. Aemond is one of the few people directly responsible for the suffering of our sweet girl Helaena and her children. You'll pay for your crimes!! I'm not going to say he kick started the dance he just fast tracked it.

DAEMON TARGARYEN IS AN ABSOLUTE VILE PIECE OF SHIT! Look if you read the books and watched the show you'll know that this man isn't a ray of sunshine or a breath of fresh air, I'm sticking to the show timeline, he's an absolute ass. Good father and semi decent husband aside (the bar and standard for both those claims are in the 1000th level of purgatory btw) he's a vile piece of shit. Sure it's just Daemon doing demon Daemon things anyway but BLOOD AND CHEESE? BLOOD AND FUCKIN CHEESE?!!! And the one that has to suffer for it is Helaena and those babies? Go after Aemond and euthanize him, not after Helaena and her kids. He's trash. He knew they didn't deserve that.

Alicent Hightower is a bitter hating ass bitch. I'm not sorry. Otto raising her aside, she needs to pay for her crimes. Alicent knew good and damn well that Viserys didn't want Aegon on the throne. So what did she do? Help her father usurp the throne. It was a fickle reason for her usurping the throne too. Realistically speaking that wasn't to protect her children. She just hated Rhaenyra and couldn't stand the fact that she was to be crowned. Not accepting the marriage proposal between Jace and Helaena because she was bitter was dumb as hell too. Putting her disappointment of a son on that throne, who is also a rapist was/is bound to end in shambles. She's also directly responsible for Helaena suffering as well. Marrying that poor girl to him even if it would've made her his queen.

Otto Hightower is a bum. He's a manipulative piece of shit and he deserves the absolute worst. Why would he do that to Alicent? She got stuck with the asshole for a dad and he suffered his daughter which in turn suffered his granddaughter and her children. For all his cunning and brains he didn't have the merit to do it on his own. So he unwillingly involved his daughter to put a green on the throne and they chose the worst of the worst green too. He orchestrated their own downfall. He'll pay.

I don't even want to give that bum a spare thought but AEGON II TARGARYEN IS FILTH. There isn't anymore to say. He wasn't a good husband, certainly not the father of the year, he isn't a good king and he's also a rapist. He knew he wasn't supposed to be on that throne. He said it himself. Instead of growing a backbone and standing up to his mother and her entourage, he decided to play a major role in usurping Rhaenyra's birthright. Which was reaffirmed again and again and again. He's responsible for his suffering and the suffering of Helaena and his children, the ones he claimed and all his other illegitimate ones. Rhaenys should've ended it at his false coronation. He needs to pay.

All in all, Helaena doesn't deserve anything that's going to happen to her and her children. Jace, Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, Joffrey, Aegon III and Viserys II didn't deserve to get wrapped up in it as well. They were kids. If Alicent wasn't hating so hard and had raised those boys with a shred of decency we could've seen one of the best eras to come out of a Targaryen dynasty and I'm not talking about if Jace did indeed marry Helaena (wouldn't necessarily have been possible either cause book spoiler, Jace and lucerys were already betrothed to the Targaryen twins since they were kids), I'm just talking about all the kids getting along and being friends. I want a slice of life hotd now 😭

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hi I sent that last ask and I appreciate you so much. I love how chill you are. I love that you speak up and aren't afraid of others people's opinions of you -- because you talking about that helps me realize exactly what you were talking about about.

my critical online space that shaped my brain was Tumblr growing up, much in the same way reddit or 4chan or anything else was for others, and as positive as it was and as much as I stay here, there were some HEAVY years of thought policing and performing perfectly at all times and I really think it fucked with my head!

not to trauma dump, but the way it related to starting off by policing each other in fandom just happened to spill into every other aspect of my life too. every thing is black and white. every interaction is perfect or you are flawed and not worth anything at all. people literally judging you off stupid fandom shit behind a fake name dressed up in sparkles and curiosity was enough to call you a monster who deserved to be alone. the fuck??

from fandom cops telling me that portrayals of fictional characters in my head were an actual meter that we can base if we're deserving of human connection made me think about what ELSE could be important. aren't there things a little more pressing than fictional characters?? the words I use. the way I behave. move my face. micro express, leave pauses in sentences, judged by everything! I've been taught that the LITTLEST OF INDICATIONS OF HUMANITY were going to be the death of me. I couldn't exist. all because of fictional themes that creators are allowed to make, but fans are not allowed to enjoy unless it's the "right way". even though the people CREATING it are also exploring it. rules for thee but not for me.

it's gross. I felt like a monster and when the only other people who are kind to you are monsters, it really makes you wonder why fandom cops find themselves so much morally superior to others 👹

People have told me I'm chill before and I'm always like, "excellent, they can't tell I'm yelling on the inside." 😂

Sometimes I wonder if I would be different if the show Heroes hadn't ended as such a clusterfuck. And by that I mean that my experience with that show ended on such a sour note, I wound up drifting away from fandom for 5-ish years. And it wasn't because of the Heroes fandom itself! It was because by the end I was hate-watching the show, and that kind of headspace is just no good. I wasted too much energy being mad at something that wasn't going to improve, and my other fandom interests weren't strong enough for fic, etc. I still lurked here and there, but otherwise I focused on life stuff.

At the point I left, tumblr was popular but I was still a livejournal (and journalfen) holdout. As a result, I was simply absent during the most intense tumblr years. I have a general idea of what it was like from everyone's descriptions, but from my point of view, five years passed, Telltale Batman: the Enemy Within came a-calling, I started writing fic again, and uhhhhh things sure were different.

Not entirely for the worse. For one thing, as someone who unavoidably grew older, yeah, I do keep in mind that there are children running around these parts. The increased focus on tagging your work is also good, so people can avoid what they don't want to see. And it's just always been a good general rule to be mindful when getting into sensitive topics, and I was seeing more of that.

Buuuuuuuut yeah, with that it seemed like "don't like; don't read" was out, and witch hunting was in. Some slight mistake might indicate you were actually one of the Bad Ones all the long! And everyone must know! I mean, there's always been fandom police, but fandom's mainstreamification definitely made it worse for a host of reasons. And I actually was unnerved by it for a while, even though the Enemy Within finale had me indulging in fluff. I was probably safe-- but then again who knows what blunder or improper deference to a sensitive subject could bring a swarm of strangers!

But eventually I was fluffed out, and chatting batjokes with people was giving me new ideas that would have me explore and indulge in (gasp) darker ideas. And by that point I was just like, I'm a freaking adult. I tag my shit. I'm here to have a good time with people I like, not worry about a bunch of randos who probably get as much anxiety making a cold call as I do. And yeah, why are fans supposed to be judged on a different metric than the creators?? I'm going to do what I want!

And with that rallying cry… I mean, nothing ever happened. 😂 Not the first time I've built up worries in my head for nothing.

I can see it taking me longer to get to that point if I'd fully marinated in the thought policing, though. I think people get that instinct because of the age-old lack of control elsewhere in life (especially nowadays, with all the… everything). Surely if someone can get everyone in their orbit to behave in just this way, then at least things there will be okay. Nothing bad will happen! (It's not as if rigid mindsets hurt people and their relationships, or performatively good people still do atrocious things. No, surely not.)

I don't have a good closing, so here's an Reno 911 icon from the old days:

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

I just got an Another Sagau!Idea-

So you know the latest Archon Quest regarding about Khean'riah (or however you spell it), Caribert?

Yeah, so slight spoilers:

What if the Reader, before they lost their memories of being the Creator and all that, met the Traveler's sibling while they were meeting Eide, Caribert, and Chlotar Alberich? Let me explain:

The Reader's presence is special. → I based this fact from the way the Traveler's presence was enough to lessen Xiao's karmic debt. What if the Reader's presence does the same thing to the hilichurl's curse, but by a somewhat larger scale? Just having the Reader present is all that is needed to have the medicine work faster than it did before.

I also think Reader wouldn't reveal themselves as the Creator, instead taking up a disguise when they meet the Abyss Twin and Eide.

The Reader Might Be Eide's better Choice to Ask For a Blessing? → Allow me to elaborate. So, as we all know, most, if not all, kheanrians are atheists or just don't have much faith in gods in general. The Creator is a little different here—the Creator's presence is more of a feeling of safety, a feeling that they have some sort of familiar bond of sorts between the two.

I would think that Eide was see the Creator, aka Reader, as a being far greater than the Dendro Archon, a being with more power. This may have him beg for the Creator's blessing in the end instead of the Dendro Archon. The only problem? We know what the strange mushroom is made out of—the fertilizer to grow it is legit dead humans. I would honestly think the Creator is against this idea, which thus leads to the Reader denying his prayers. Eide may then be forced to beg to the Dendro Archon because of this.

I would honestly imagine that the Creator gives blessings more than most gods, even if they are just small miracles. Reader has balanced the consequences of giving the blessing to Eide, which leads them to refuse to accept his request. However, I think the Reader would change their mind, hoping that if they allowed Caribert to gain consciousness would stop Eide from killing more humans to make fertilizer—

The Reader Could Be Against Chlotar Alberich, Founder of the Abyss Order. → I'm mainly basing this idea off of the beginning of the game. To this, I'm referring to the intro cutscene, where we have to choose a sibling to be the Traveler. I would think the Reader shares a similar mindset to the Traveler—they do not believe what happened to the people of Khean'riah was deserved, but they are against joining the Abyss Order to cause harm to other nations.

I personally believe that Reader would be unhappy that Chlotar has started the Abyss Order to kill of the rest of their precious world. I can't really see the Reader agreeing with killing their own creation, instead trying to convince the Abyss Twin to not join him.

The Reader does not like this "new god" that's being created. → As you may know, human-made gods aren't exactly amazing. Scaramouche is a slight example of that. The Sages tried to create a god from human knowledge, and, in result, Scaramouche became a fake god. But, as you know, his power wasn't exactly as strong as a real god's power would be.

Reader does not like the fact that the Abyss/Abyss Order would go this far to making a god to get rid of the curse befalling on all hilichurls. To them, I would think it's some sort of severe risk. They are highly suspicious of this "god" and would rather find out its true intentions in other methods than cooperate with them. The Creator may be lenient on their creations, but they have to draw lines against them, unfortunately.

Alright, that's all I got for today! I'm sorry if it's a little confusing lol- I didn't fully understand the Archon Quest. See you around :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I have honestly no idea how this idea emerged into my head lol- but I'm glad it did! Sorry for any grammar mistakes too btw—I don't exactly proofread before I post things.

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