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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years ago

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A Heart Of Ice

Prompt: Pride Fandom: Winx Club Pair: Icy/Bloom Summary: Witches shouldn't be with fairies, Icy knows this. And yet she still finds herself woefully drawn to Bloom.

It is a pride thing, she knows. That is why she can’t give in. That is why she can’t let the fairy love her. Moreso, that is why she can’t love the fairy. Why she can’t love anyone at all. She has a reputation to uphold, a frigid heart to maintain. And if the fairy gets too close the ice around it might just melt.

She thinks that the danger had always been there. From the very moment that the fairy had so rudely fluttered into her life. She had spunk, determination, and a fire to match her power--however weak it had been the first time they had met.

How terribly does she wish that the fairy wouldn’t have grown into her powers. Perhaps if she hadn’t--if Icy had had her way and whittled her confidence away to nothing at all--then she would have nothing to be drawn to. But as it were, the fairy has bite. It isn’t all that often that someone has the brazenness to get in her face, to talk back and fight back. And perhaps that is part of her allure. Who is she kidding, it is most of Bloom’s allure.

She had been judgemental of Darcy when she started pining over Riven.Projection, it couldn’t be anything else. To scold and shame Darcy was to scold and shame herself; the both of them could use it. Witches don’t fall in love. Witches aren’t soft. All the same she had been fixated on Bloom. It was for her power and for her power alone, that is what she vowed. But she knows that it was far more than that.

She thinks of the fairy more than she cares to admit. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so alarming if those thoughts were seeping in simmering resentment. But mostly when her mind drifts to the fairy it is with fondness. Fondness for her witty comebacks and for her taking no bullshit.

Each time that the fairy had gotten the better of her had infuriated and intrigued her in one fell swoop. And so she resents Bloom with more fury. Maybe if she throws enough ice and a generous helping of petty insults, she can drive the feelings out.

Somewhere along the lines she begins to wonder. Wonder why she has so many reservations. Why she can’t stomach the idea of letting herself fall in love. She could add her own wicked flavor to it. She doesn’t have to be soft…

But a witch and a fairy? Unheard of. Absolutely vile.

It was one thing for Darcy to finally cave in and snatch Riven for herself. And this time without the dark intent. It chills even Icy to think that the man had driven dark intent from Darcy. She swallows, if Riven is capable of such a feat then Bloom can surely drive Icy’s essence out.

She pulls a dusty book--a sinister old tome--from the shelf and flips to a thumbs her way through it. If she can’t find a spell to remove her capacity to love, then she will find one to eradicate her emotions entirely. It can’t possibly get any colder than emotionless.

Stormy enters their dorm, Helia in tow. Icy swallows; what is happening to them? What have they become? Stormy has her hand in his. Icy thinks that it was a mistake to come back to Cloud Tower and put in a serious effort to graduate.

Perhaps that is another option; studies come so naturally to her. Maybe she ought simply engross herself in them and make no time for anything else. She is already back at the top of her class, it wouldn’t be too hard to request a heavier workload.

Stormy takes a seat and leans against Helia. He is doing ‘the hair thing’ again. The hair thing, as Icy has come to find out, is when Helia puts his hands on either side of her head and floofs the witch’s hair like he might do with a pillow.

“Gag me.” Darcy rolls her eyes.

Riven chuckles and sets his drink down. Apparently the sentiment is shared by everyone but Stormy and Helia. Not that they are paying any mind to anyone around them.

“So, Icy?” Darcy speaks up. “Does it feel weird to be the only one without a guy?”

“Yeah!’ Stormy perks up. “Aren’t you lonely?”

Icy flips the page with more force than necessary. “What happened to love is repulsive, ladies?”

Darcy shrugs, “we’re supposed to be turning a new leaf or whatever.”

“And besides.” Stormy grumbles. “If that Mirta can go full on fairy then why shouldn’t we mix it up?”

“You just like having someone play with your hair.”

“Wouldn’t you though?” Helia asks. He gives Stormy’s hair a final ruffle.

“You don’t have to find a gentle man like Helia.” Riven points out. “There are plenty of men like yours truly.” He wiggles his brows.

“Stop that.” Darcy swats him.

“Helia is not a gentle man! He’s tough!”

Helia clears his throat. “Actually, I like to think that I am a gentle soul.”

“Helia is a pacifist.” Riven reminds.

Icy is certain that, that is exactly why things are going so smoothly between the two. In the way that Darcy and Riven share a rougher edge, Helia and Stormy are perfect opposites. He is the mellow to her tempestuousness and she is punch in the face when he can use a bodyguard.

“I am not interested in men, ‘real’ or not.” Icy says flatly. And she isn’t lying. She couldn’t care less about the specialists. Fairies. She likes fairies. She rubs her face with her hands. Why does she have to like fairies?

She’d been rather fond of Mirta too. She hadn’t been fond, she had loved her from the start; loved that quirky hair cut, and that newage fashion, that stupid pumpkin shirt... and so she had to get rid of her. Had to drive her out.

She slams the book shut and shoves it aside.

“Whao, that book too difficult for you?” Darcy asks.

She isn’t in the mood for jokes and jests. “It’s useless, Darcy! Just like a certain witch!”

Stormy cackles. “She got you, Darcy!”

“Shut up.”

The sound of their squabbles follows her down the hall.

.oOo.

Bloom would feel awful, absolutely guilty if Icy hadn’t made her first year at Alfea so difficult. But the fact is that she had. She had made it so hard. Maybe it is the witchy thing to do, but she can’t resist. She flashes her most charming smile as the witch passes, “morning, Icy.”

The woman halts and seems to go rigid. “What do you want?”

Bloom props herself against the outerwall of a boutique. “Just trying to be friendly.”

“Disgusting.”

Bloom laughs and the witch swallows. Bloom isn’t certain, not one hundred percent, but she is fairly confident that her long time foe isn’t as resentful as she would like Bloom to think. Her quips lack their usual power, their typical sting. Tecna swears up and down that, according to her calculations, the likelihood of Icy harboring some deeply closeted feelsings for her are rather high.

Mostly, the ice witch has been ignoring her entirely. It is a change of pace and Bloom finds it surprisingly hard to adjust to.

“Come on, aren’t you going to trash my outfit or something? Tell me that my hair looks awful?”

Icy shrugs. “I don’t have the time to waste on you.” She gestures to an armful of textbooks.

She knows that she shouldn’t. She knows that Griffin would applaud her for it. But the words leave her mouth before she can stop them, “you mean you don’t want me to be your study buddy?”

“I can think of nothing more revolting.” The witch, to the best of her ability with them full, crosses her arms across her chest.

“If you say so. I was going to maybe call Sky.” Bloom returns the shrug. “He’s been asking if I’d be interested in rekindling a spark.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Her voice is level. Frigid as ever. But her eyes betray her at least somewhat.

Bloom thinks of the time that the witch had nearly murdered Kiko, thinks of how she’d yanked her powers from her after tormenting her parents. Suddenly it is so easy, “of course it does.” She steps closer to the witch. Leans in, close to her ear and whispers, “I know.”

Icy gives a soft tsk. “What do you think you know?”

Bloom tilts her head and brushes Icy’s bangs behind her ear. The witch gives a slight shudder. “I know how you feel about me.”

That blush is priceless. Almost enough to make up for several years of relentless harassment. But it isn’t quite enough. “I wonder how the other witches would react to that…”

And then her face drains of all color. Somehow she is paler than usual. “As if I would fall in love with a fairy.” She spits the word like a poison before deliberately shoving her way past.

The guilt washes over her immediately. How could she have weaponized love like that? She isn’t sure how Icy can talk the way that she does with no remorse whatsoever. For what it’s worth, Bloom can’t bring herself to hate Icy, afterall she does owe her confidence and prowess to the witch. “Icy, wait!”

She doesn’t know why she had bothered. Icy isn’t one for talking on a good day. Much less on a day where her pride has been put on the line along with some sturdy blackmail.

.oOo.

Helia is slumbering in Stormy’s arms and Darcy and Riven are well into a hit of weed. She slams the door anyhow. Darcy and Riven jerk. Stormy bolts right up with a, “whao! What’s going on?”

“Go back to sleep.” She grumbles though she doesn’t exactly help her do that when she slams her textbooks down on the table.

“Who bristled your broomstick?” Darcy quirks a brow.

“That loser, Bloom.”

“Really, you’re still feuding with her?”

“What of it, Darcy? We have many scores to settle.” And she is falling very behind where victories are concerned.

“Have you tried working things out with her?” Helia asks.

“Why would I want to do that?” But more than anything she does. She doesn’t want to want that, but she does. So so badly. She kicks her boots off and flops down upon her mattress. “That is the last thing I’d like to do.”

“If you say so.” Darcy rolls her eyes. “But would it kill you to keep your lover’s quarrels to yourself?”

Stormy sniggers. It takes everything in Icy’s soul to not jerk upright. Though her entire body goes rigid she grumbles, “would it kill you to hit your blunts outside?”

.oOo.

She doesn’t see Icy for quite some time. Maybe a month and a few days since their last run in. Possibly it is better that way. But she their last encounter constantly replays in her head and each time she finds herself biting her lip, her stomach fluttering with unease. She likes to think that the witch will be okay considering that her secret has been quite safe. She’d even avoided talking about it with Stella. If Stella found out, everyone else would.

So it has been Tecna and Flora who have been hearing the most of her complaints and concerns. And it was Flora who suggested trying to speak with Icy again. She finds the witch sitting in an ice cream parlor. She should have known that Icy would lurk there.

Bloom takes a deep breath and sits herself across from Icy.

The witch gives a very pointed and sharp inhale. She doesn’t look up. “What do you want, pixie?”

“To apologize.” She starts. “I wouldn’t have told anyone, I know how brutal witches can be.”

Suddenly Icy is fully invested in her ice cream. Granted, she was pretty enthralled with the treat to begin with. Bloom bites back a chuckle.

“I guess I was just mad about...everything.”

“Get to the point.”

“I sort of started with my point. Sorry for…” she trails off. She has a pretty good feeling that Icy wouldn’t take well to her so bluntly calling her on her feelings. “For implying that you would be in love with me. That’s crazy, right.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Bloom. You knew exactly what you were doing. You know that I know...blah blah, you get the gist.”

This time Bloom does laugh. The witch’s sense of humor is rather agreeable when it isn’t at someone else’s expense.

“Alright. I’m sorry that I made fun of your crush.”

“Fuck off.”

Bloom shakes her head. “Do you really want that?”

“Yes.” She takes a particularly big spoonful of ice cream. “I really do.”

Bloom sighs. “But do you want that because you actually want me to leave or because you don’t want to be seen with me.”

“Oh, we can be seen together. Anytime you’d like to blast some spells at one another you can give me a call.” She slides a slip of paper across the table.

She hadn’t realized that the witch was so smooth. She supposes that Icy hadn’t amassed herself such a following way back when by stumbling over her words. “You just gave me your number.”

“Yes, so you can always be one phone call away from getting your ass kicked.” She looks so smug. “I’ve got plenty of new spells to test run.”

Bloom laughs again. But her smile fades. “You’re allowed to be in love, Icy. Darcy and Stormy are. Lucy is.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

She has no more ice cream left to distract herself with. “I-I can’t be with a fairy.” She looks away. It doesn’t really offer her anything but an illusion of dignity.

“Why not?” Bloom doesn’t think that she has ever seen the witch so flustered, almost timid. She doesn’t think that she will ever see it again.

“You said it yourself, witches are brutal.”

Bloom brushes strands of silver-blue hair out of her face and cups the witch’s cheek. It is cool to the touch. “Are you implying that you can’t destroy them all?” Bloom quirks a brow.

She clears her throat, “I can take on the entire student body and win.”

Now that sounds more like the witch she knows.

.oOo.

“Then do it.”

Icy frowns. “Peters…”

“What?”

“You should tread carefully.”

She smirks, “am I on thin ice?”

Again she wonders just why the hell she has to be in love with Bloom fucking Peters of all people. “Extremely.”

“I thought that you liked it when people tell you how powerful you are.”

“I do, yes.” She replies.

“So show everyone. You’re...you. You haven’t let anyone tell you what to do in the past…”

She thinks of Darkar and Valtor and begs to differ.

“So don’t let them tell you what to do--or not to do--now.” Bloom tucks the slip of paper into her pocket. “I can call you tonight and we can fight like usual or you can put on your best choker and we can have a nice dinner.”

And just like that she leaves. The clever little beast. Icy gathers her belongings and makes her way back to the dorm. It is empty this time. It is date night, she recalls. She is alone with the silence, the only sound comes from a rhythmically ticking grandfather clock.

She completes three classes worth of assignments and stretches out on her bed. Precisely when she gets nice and comfortable her phone rings. Peters. “This better be good, I was rather comfy.”

“Meet me at the Magix City green. I have both my dragon fire and a cute dress. Don’t tell me which your bringing, I like a surprise.” Before Icy can reply the line clicks. She is certain that Bloom knows exactly what decision will be made.

Against her better judgement, she fixes her choker around her neck.

#femslashfeb2021 #Winx #Winx Club #Winx Icy #Bloom Peters #Icy/Bloom #Fanfiction

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shishinoya · 5 years ago

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Stop Fighting || y.m

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— REQUEST || “Yaku fic yaku fic yaku fic where he has a gf who is kuroo’s sister and it’s funny bc Kuroo and him didn’t get along in the beginning but reader was always in the middle of it with Kai just watching the lil quarrels go down and she would try to stop them from fighting from time to time and eventually her and yaku fell for each other and Kuroo is just like “that little runt!!” LOLOL okay yeah thx!! Also ily bby💕💕” — @kal-emm

— PAIRING || Yaku Morisuke X Fem!Reader

— TYPE || Headcanon

— WARNING || Just a bunch of fluff

— WORD COUNT || NA

— AUTHOR’S NOTE || dude we need more yaku fics!! i will make a petition :)) he so mom and pure aicbiancb this concept is so cute and i never thought about it. i’m excited to get started :)) hope u enjoy <3

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

》 You and Kuroo were stuck together like glue. You loved your brother, so much that you followed him everywhere. You did this when you were little and you continued the habit all the way till high school.

》 He was the butter to your toast, the left sock to your right, the Hinata to Kageyama. Inseparable.

》 That is until he started to devote his time more to volleyball.

》 Yes, he played a lot before, forcing Kenma to join him when you couldn’t bump the ball properly. But his addiction passion evolved, even more, when he got into high school.

》 You wouldn’t lie that you got jealous. Like how dare he spend more time into the sport than pay attention to his wonderful, beautiful, amazing little sister. Selfish.

》 You didn’t understand his love until you got into your first year of high school while he was in his last. It would be your first time actually seeing your brother play. Sure, you loved him and supported him (even if you hated him for putting you second), you never really had the time to make it to his games.

》 But boy was he good! You knew some of the terminology and the different plays he did, but actually seeing it live was a different experience.

》 You attention was directed to a smaller and cuter male who wore a different jersey than the rest. He was diving for the ball and making sure it wasn’t touching the ground. For the amount of times he fell to the ground trying to save the ball must have hurt. Dedication!

》 You never seen the guy but every time he saved the ball, it made you smile. Whoops! Guess you fell for him already. But who can blame you.

》 Nekoma won and you were on your way to congratulate your brother and maybe take more peeks at the cute guy :O.

》 But the change in atmosphere, damn. t e n s i o n.

》 It was your bed head brother and the cute dude staring each other down. You just stared at them until Kenma caught your eye.

》 “Kennie! <3″ Kenma might not show his affection for Kuroo but he sure does with you. You and Hinata are the only ones who can make him smile. UwU.

》 “What’s with them?” You pointed at the two feral males.

》 “They’ve always been like that.” Whao, tall dude. “I’m Kai Nobuyuki. Nice to meet you.”

》 “I’m Kuroo Y/N”

》 “Kuroo???” An... Elf? A Russian elf :flush:. “You’re related to the captain?”

》 “aHA! Captain? How can he be the captain?” Your laughing caused your brother to look over.

》 “Y/nnnnnnn!” He rushed over and engulfed you in a hug.

》 “DisgUSTinG! You’re all sweaty! BegonE!”

》 “Can I not hug my wittle sister?” :gag:

》 After you broke out of the headlock the embrace, Kuroo introduced you to the team and you quickly learned the names of everyone, including Yaku. You also were informed from Kai that your brother and Yaku did not have a good relationship.

》 This is why you brother has no friends. sigh

》 Of course your habit of following your brother stuck with you because you were familiar with his teammates and his small group of friends.

》 It was always you and Kai who tried to break off the fights between Kuroo and Yaku before they strangled each other

》 “We’re going for barbecue, what do you guys want?”

》 “Meat!”

》 “Fish!”

》 “Fish? What are you? An old man?.”

》 “What did you say, shorty?”

》 “Call me short one more time and I swear I will break your knee caps.”

》 “Why don’t we get sushi instead?”

》 “If you two don’t shuT UP, I will personally duck tape your mouths shut so you don’t get either!”

》 Unlike Kai, who tried to solve everything with peace and was really passive with everything, you took a different route.

》 Dominance >:)

》 It worked most of the time and they listened to you, but sometimes you couldn’t be bothered with dealing with their squabbles. Sometimes you sat with Kenma and watched him play games. He was more peaceful.

》 You noticed Yaku a lot more than you would admit.

》 You kept note of how he would slightly furrow his brows when he was concentrating or the way he always tapped his pencil twice before he started writing.

》 Even the simple things he did made your heart slightly flutter. He would hold the door for you always. It was something out of being polite but you still cherished the action.

》 You loved how dedicated he was to his position in volleyball and how well he manages his time. You also enjoyed his smart insults towards your brother only because they made you laugh.

》 The only person who can make fun of Kuroo more than you is Yaku.

》 You two are the bully Kuroo duo.

》 You didn’t want to admit it, but you fell for the libero. And you fell hard.

》 Of course Kuroo didn’t know. He would persecute you if he found out. But you told Yaku anyway.

》 Your confession was quick and nonchalant. Maybe because you didn’t want to make it such a big deal, just in case if he rejected you. It was just the two of you studying and doing homework when you said it out of the blue.

》 There would be a long pause while he just stared at you.

》 You liked him?

》 It wasn’t everyday that your crush had the same feelings for you. pogg

》 He told you while being all cute and blushy uwu that he felt the same way, and for a while now.

》 And boom. A couple.

》 A secret couple, duh.

》 But both Kenma and Kai knew. Kenma is a sneaky boy and he knows a lot form his constant observing. And Kai is... Kai. He can just tell.

》 It was hard to keep it a secret from Kuroo though because; although he’s a dumb dork, he catches onto things quickly.

》 You often had to pretend you were calling one of your girl friends because he would fume if it was a guy you were talking to, let alone his rival >:(.

》 He’ll find out sooner or later, but he stayed oblivious for longer than you thought. Maybe you overestimated your brother.

》 But when he does, he will confront you and be either angry that Yaku is dating you or teary-eyed that you didn’t tell him.

》 bUT IT’S YAKU

》 OUT OF EVERYONE YOU CHOSE HIM

》 sad

》 Well all Kuroo cares about is that you are happy and safe, so even if he is really reluctant, he accepts your relationship.

》 But he does barge into your room when he knows you are calling Yaku and will just be like:

》 “I KNOW YOU LIKE GIRLS WITH SHORT HAIR BUT YOU BETTER ACCEPT Y/N FOR EVERYTHING THAT SHE IS, WHETHER SHE HAS SHORT OR LONG OR EVEN NO HAIR. GOT IT, YOU LITTLE RUNT?”

》 You had to smack him a bit for calling your boyfriend a little runt.

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giogio-gucci-gangstar · 5 years ago

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Unwilling Wingman pt. 2

summary: Rohan has asks Josuke for help

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“JOSUKE!” Tomoko hollered from the kitchen, “THERE'S A MAN, sorry who? ROHAN KISHIBE IS ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!”

Josuke bolted out of bed and ran to take the phone. Yes, it was the ungodly hour of 6am on a Sunday, and it was Rohan Kishibe, but they had a mutual understanding to never interact unless absolutely necessary. So this must be important.

“I need you to come over right now.” Rohan sounded something emotional. Josuke couldn't quite describe it because the only moods he seemed to have were rage and superiority. Maybe this was excitement? Had there been a break in the Kira case?

“Sure, whats up?”

“Come now.” Rohan slammed the receiver down before Josuke could remark at how rude he was being. Figured.

~~~~~~~

Josuke pounded on the door of Rohan’s house, it seemed to be doing better since last time… Back to normal almost.

The door snapped open and Rohan looking more ghostly and unhinged than usual glared at him, “What took you so long?”

“Sorry sorry, is everyone else already here?” Josuke peered around the crazed mangaka to see an empty living room…

“No one else is here.” Rohan slammed the door shut and pushed him into a chair. “Or would you like my humiliation to be public?” Rohan was practically seething.

“Whao Rohan hold on, what happened? You can’t still be upset about-”

“Dont act dumb Josuke. You know EXACTLY what happened last night.” There was spit flying from the man’s mouth and it was only fear of provoking him further that kept Josuke from wiping it off his face.

Last night last night last night… today was Sunday, what had he done last night? Nothing but, oh no.

“Listen if you called me over here to talk about your date I really can’t-“

“Date? DATE?! THERE WAS NO DATE! Your son of a bitch nephew stood me up!” Ah so he was enraged after all.

“Look, dude, I’m sorry but it’s Jotaro. I don’t think I’ve seen him willingly hang out with another human ever.” Jesus why was he comforting Rohan?

“That’s not my issue.” Rohan had stopped yelling and he was slowly gaining composure.

“Obviously it was nothing against me, the great Rohan Kishibe. I just underestimated how truly shy Jotaro is.” Sure that was one way to put it, but Josuke didn’t quite have the heart to tell Rohan that trying to court Jotaro was pointless. Josuke had been trying for months to go out to lunch with him in a friendly ‘please mentor me’ sort of way but with no such luck. He couldn’t imagine that green weirdo would do better than him.

But Rohan continued anyway.

“Josuke. I need a favor from you.” His gaze was very intent, almost as piercing as when he cut off his pinky in that game… god now Josuke was starting to sweat, this kept getting more and more uncomfortable.

“What is it?” Josuke had never uttered a more skeptical and suspicious sentence in his life.

“I need your help getting Jotaro to feel more comfortable around me.” That bile that usually rests in Josuke’s throat when he sees Rohan threatened to shoot out of his mouth. Somehow vomiting all over a man’s Pretty Woman Drexel replica furniture was less embarrassing than trying to help someone date your nephew.

But he held it back.

“No.” Was all he could say. This little crush of Rohan’s had already caused him enough pain.

“I just need you to tell him how wonderful I am.” That would be hard considering everything he had said the other night...

“Why don’t you just use Heaven’s Door and-“

“My god Josuke I’m not a pervert! You have a truly disgusting brain …. But no. He needs to want to go out with me. And he does, he just needs a little… encouragement.”

“No.”

Fear and disgust had really gotten to Josuke so he stumbled to the door, but Rohan jumped in front of him and grabbed him by the collar.

“Ill pay you.” That managed to shake off the nausea Josuke had been feeling.

“How much?”

“Within reason.” That was too vague. Rohan would probably consider his trash ‘reasonable’ compensation.

“100,000 Yen per date for the first three dates.”

“THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEN?!?!” Ecstatic was too light a word to describe Josuke’s reaction.

“What do I have to do though?” He didn’t want to sacrifice Jotaro to Rohan, but one date wouldn’t kill Jotaro, and neither would three…

“I just need you to talk to him for me.”

“Talk to him yourself!”

“No! Don’t you understand? He stood me up, he has to make the next move or I will look obsessive and desperate.” Rohan was starting to pace around the room like he was about to start a presentation called ‘my evil plan to seduce Jotaro Kujo’.

“And bribing his uncle isn’t?”

“Not a bribe, a business transaction.” Rohan stuck outside his hand to offer a closing shake. Alright that was going a little far but whatever.

Josuke shook on it.

#jotahan #josuke #rohan #jotaro kujo #rohan kishibe #josuke higashikata #unwilling wingman

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sunflower-enj0lras · 8 days ago

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Trans fem marius has changed my life for the better..like waow...Sapphic Marisette

#like whao....this is wonderful #20/10 hc #les mis #les miserables #marius pontmercy #transfem marius #marisette

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madasa16 · 6 years ago

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Also this is my last post about coraline

1. Now I wonder what an adult would do in coraline's position like would they be insulted being shown their prime.

2. Whao so she eats the life force of a child and since they have so much potential that is

3. So obviously some of the people under the bell lady dont wanna hurt the kids so she punishes them but now I wonder if they are like an extension of here that are intelligent, does this deep down she really doesn't want to hurt kids... but nah she like gets rid of those who are disobedient.

4. SPIDER WOMAN EATS KIDS

#coraline

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chenles-moonpies · 6 years ago

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Rain puddles w/ mark

• The seasons had begun to change, much to your delite.

• You loved the cold, damp air. It just meant hot chocolate, over sized sweaters, fires and smores, but mostly the rain.

• You've always admired it.

• The way everything felt clean and fresh after a rainfall.

• Also the puddles! You may now be an adult, but why loose your childlike wonder? You didnt want to grow up. Not yet.

• Anywho, once you got to know Mark more you question if he was really the one.

• You didn't have much in common. As you like science, he hated it. He prefers watermelon, but you like peaches.

• They were dumb reasons to question your relationship but you were new to all of it and didnt think people without much in common would do so good together.

• But boy were you wrong.

• He'd spend a few nights staying up with you to finish an essay.

• You'd do his science homework when he was too tired.

• You both made the other try something new all the time. You grew to love it.

• You grew to love Mark.

• When you looked out your window and see how cloudy and gloomy it has gotten, you grow a giant smile and call Mark.

• "Please!! It's a perfect day to drive around and go threw giant puddles!" You tell him.

• "What if I just come over and finish your essay?"

• ".... I guess that works. "

• About half an hour passed since he arrived at your apartment and you couldn't stand not doing anything with what you viewed as perfect weather.

• "Okay Mark put on your jacket I'm bored. "

• He's hesitant at first, like usual.

• Is it really okay for adults to go and play around in puddles?

• He then realizes hes never going to convince you to stay inside, so he walks out with you.

• You run down the street, splashing in every puddle you see.

• The wind kept blowing your hair in your face, your pants were now soaked, and your shoes were soggy.

• You loved it.

• loved the way the wind felt in your hair, the way the clouds looked, the way you felt... so free. Free from stereotypes, having to deal with people, paying bills, spending countless nights for overtime, frequent meetings..

• You were once again the small child who chased leaves around.

• Mark makes you go inside again though, even though he stood there the entire time admiring your passion and love for the outdoors. God he felt so lucky to be dating you

• While you changed into warm fluffy pajamas, Mark made you both hot chocolate and wrapped himself in a blanket to keep warm.

• You walk into the kitchen to find a standing blanket facing the kettle.

• "Mark you look like a giant catipillar."

• "??? Y/N what does that even mean?"

• You know Mark well enough to know when he begins to act mature something happens to prevent it.

• In this case, a part of the blanket is on the kettle burner.

• "Mark your smoking."

• "Whao um.. thanks "

• "No like, your about to catch my blanket on fire."

• You laugh at his face as he basically throws himself into the floor out of fear.

• " I'll take it from here baby. Go sit down." You chuckle once more.

• You finish making the drinks with ease and set one in front of him. "Dont spill it." You tease.

• He rolls his eyes but lets out a slight giggle before picking it up.

• He takes a sip and smiles. Your hot chocolate always tasted different from everyone elses.

• Or maybe he just loved you so much that everything was better with you.

• He blushes a bit, and you dont even notice thankfully

• You decide to light an apple cinnamon candle and cuddle under a giant knit blanket.

• It was a nice day, but it always is with Mark. Right?

#could be better but my writing skills are rusty from not writing for a while oof #mark #mark lee #nct #nct mark #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct fluff #mark lee fluff #nct scenario #nct 127 scenarios #nct imagines #mark lee scenario #mark lee imagine

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vengeful-witch · 6 years ago

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Witchy Wishlists 2018

It’s that time of year again! I’m a little late to the party this year since I’ve been busy with work but I’m excited to put my energy into this wonderful tradition! This year I will be giving out a lot of sigils, post cards, letters, and holiday cards. If you have a sigil you need or know of anyone who wants a sigil, feel free to message me. Also, here’s a cute deer. hehe

1) Instagram followers! - I started an Instagram in October and so far have, like, 50 followers. Haha. I’d love some more, guys! Fair warning, it’s mostly going to be pictures of my dog Ellie. Follow me/her @vengeful.witch

2) Any type of reading - Tarot, oracle, music, runes, dominoes, anything!

3) Letters and cards - I have 2 pen pals right now and would love more but if you don't want to commit to that (understandable), any hand written letter or holiday card would be loved. I’m in the U.S.

4) A picture of your pet/familiar - I LOVE animals and adore getting random asks where you guys show off your furry, scaly, and feathered darlings! I may even do portraits of some of them as gifts.

5) Art of my dog, Ellie - I have a few pictures I’ve shared here but if you need references just message me! I love all art; from traditional to digital.

6) I have an amazon wish list HERE if you’d like to get something off there and it has my address already set up. If you guys make an amazon list, be sure to set your address up so you can get the items and you don’t have to worry about giving out your address.

7) Your favorite holiday recipe - Do you have a recipe that’s been passed down from your 5th great Nan and it’s just amazing? Please share it with me! Cider, bread, cookies, anything! I can’t tell you how much I adore holiday cooking and there’s no greater honor for me than getting to share in other people’s traditions.

8) Art of my Witchsona - I have references but if you’d like, I would love to see what someone can come up with using just the idea of a chestnut haired Sigil Witch with glasses. I’m not completely attached to the art I’ve made for it already and could use the imagination of a talented artist for inspiration.

9) A moodboard/aesthetic for Sulis Minerva.

10) Any book recommendations, from young adult fantasy to a memoir. Just whatever your favorite book is.

11) Witchy Friends! - especially Celtic, Sigil, and Dog Obsessed witches but all magical darlings are welcome.

12) Tell me a story - Tell me the story of the best day of your life, a slice of folklore you grew up with, or something scary you saw in the woods, or about a dream you had that made you go WHAO.

13) Be kind to yourself for a whole day. Look in the mirror and know that you are gorgeous. Not just cute, you are gorgeous. Walk outside and stand in the sunshine and know that the world is a better place because you are in it. Hug a friend or relative and smile, knowing you are loved. You, my friend, are awesome!

#witchy wishlist #witchy wishlists #2018 #yule #winter solstice

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years ago

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Femslash February (Day 29)

Prompt: Pillow Fandom: LoK Pair: Kuvira/Asami Summary: Kuvira shields Asami from an explosion.

“Ku...” the ringing in her ears grows louder. “...vir…” It puts other sounds into indistinguishable snippets. “...a.” The feeling in her head is splitting and her eyes burn. Her flesh tingles and burns as though she’d been in summer sun all day. There comes a sensation of hands shaking her. But she is so dizzy and faint. Too weak to answer to the calling voices.

.oOo.

Kuvira thinks that she is awake, but her world is still black. She feels, vividly, a plush pillow under her head. She can smell ammonia quite sharply. Can hear voices and footfalls. “She’s awake. Asami, she’s awake.”

Kuvira perks up at the name, but a ripple of pain and nausea sends her back to the pillows. “Whao, take it easy.” Korra says.

“What happened to me?” She asks weakly.

“There was an explosion and you took the blast for me.” Asami explains.

Kuvira’s mind is fuzzy, memories blown away by the blast. She realizes that she can’t quite remember the days leading up to it either.

“Toph is going to be here soon to help you.” Asami mentions.

“Help me?” Kuvira begins. And finally it registers that her vision is still wolly black.

“The doctors say that you might get some vision back but it’ll just be blurs.” Asami informs.

“Fuck…” Kuvira sputters. “And you said that you had some new lingerie to show me!” She doesn’t need sight to know that her girlfriend is flushing.

“Kuvira, this is serious!”

“I know! I won’t be able to tell you how wonderful you look...well I can but it won’t have the same effect. You’ll have to describe it for me.”

“Kuvira!”

“Sorry.” She mumbles. “But if I don’t make jokes, I’ll probably start crying…”

“Please just cry like everyone else so I can comfort you.” Asami half-jokes.

The sorrow and fear induced tickles building up in her chest and stomach begin to spill over. With permission so freshly granted, she allows Asami to carefully take her into her arms and lets the tears fall. Asami rubs at what she assumes is one of the few uncharred parts of her back. “How bad is it?”

Asami strokes her hair. “Not as bad as it could have been. Your right side is burned badly, but Korra got to you pretty quickly so it shouldn’t scar too badly.”

“I guess it’s a good think that I can’t see it, huh?”

“It isn’t so bad, trust me.”

“Would it bother you if it was?”

“That depends on what you mean by bothered. It would bother me to see you so hurt. Scars wouldn’t bother me.” She touches the back of her hand to Kuvira’s uninjured cheek. “If anything, they would remind me that you loved me enough to get them in my place.”

Kuvira tries to smile, but it only reaches the left side of her face. She winces. She feels the bed shift as Asami leans in to kiss her right cheek.

“On the bright side, I have an excuse to take some time off of work and spend time with you.” Asami points out.

“I think that I can tolerate that. It’ll also be nice to get a break from Su lecturing and scolding me.” She shifts uncomfortably against the bandages restricting much of her body. Asami strokes the back of her hand. It is comforting to know that, if nothing else, she will have Asami to help her work through this.

“Now why don’t you lay back down and get some rest. The sooner you do, the sooner you can get back to being a badass.”

Kuvira musters a smug half smile as she burrows into the pillow. “I’ll try to stay put.”

“I’ll make sure that you don’t get bored.” She pauses. “And that you don’t try to leave before you’re recovered.”

Kuvira sighs. She wishes that she could see the woman’s soft and reassuring expression. It is going to be a difficult adjustment to make, but for once she will have the support to make it.

#femslashfeb2020 #Legend Of Korra #Kuvira #Asami #Kuvira/Asami #Fanfiction

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dazzlingfantasiesblogs · 7 years ago

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Hurricane P8

Happy x Reader

Warning/Triggers: Desertion, Smut. 18+ Only please. If under, kindly un-follow me!

Notes: Sooo.. about only being 8 chapters.. Not going to happen. I think I might have a few more thoughts. Let me know how you liked the chapter. Love you all.

NSFW Under the cutt!

XOXO Dazz

Pics and gifs go to rightful owners!

You had three meetings and you really did not want to talk with Happy about everything. Avoiding subjects seemed to be your go too over the few weeks. Walking into the living room after your shower and makeup routine you seen Happy watching TV. You thought for sure he would come talk to you after the shower. “I will be back later.” He looked over to see you in red flowy pants, black blouse and a gold belt. “I didn’t even hear you get up.” Happy stood up looking over the outfit and your tattoo littered arms. He was starting to love these business outfits.

He would love them more if they where for him to undress then yourself. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he pulled you in for a real hug. “Wish you would stay with me all day.” Happy pulled back, gripping your chin, kissing your lips lightly. “I know you have business shit to do. Kozik will maybe come over.” “Good. Have some guy time.” You smiled back to him. “I talked to Brittany this morning” man did you wish you would have just walked out. “I know.. I listened into the convo.” He laughed a bit. “Should have known with that hearing of yours.” “I have never wanted anything so bad in my life.. I want you… so damn bad. I know I bitched in the past and complained about you not listening to me, but… you make me be a better person. Hell I didn’t even want the kuttee as bad as I want you.” Happy grabbed your hands holding them tightly. “We can discuss it over dinner ok? How about I pick things up to make those pork tacos you like?” Smiling he nodded. He felt a little bit like a child whining, but he really did want you.

Sitting at the table outside of the café you swung your glasses around staring at your laptop. “Put on your glasses, your going to get a headache.. That is why we went to go get them.” Looking up you seen Kozik and Happy. “Hey you two. Shut up Kozik. I am just trying to not get fucking irritated.” Kozik came to your side, kneeling down to see the laptop. “I can’t figure out how to make this paragraph more professional.” Happy watched as Kozik read over the paragraph on your laptop using his pointer finger to follow the lines.” “Instead of putting ‘It will be clear.. Put you will see results” Looking at Kozik surprised he gave you his sweet smile. “I got your back sis.” He kissed your cheek standing up. “You hungry? We where about to get some food.” “Sure. Just a salad.” Scrunching his face, Happy looked at you with disgust.

“Let me guess, your one of those salad girls..” Happy spoke looking over the menu. “Hah..no. We did not have to go to this fancy place Happy. We are not really one of those kinda people. At least I am not. I would have been fine going to The Tavern on Main.” Happys face fell. “Not that I do not like it, you just seem so uncomfortable.” “I thought you deserved something nice.” This was one of your first dates with Happy. He was new to the relationship thing and so where you. Kozik telling him to take you some where nice. Even if he had to chip in a bit. “All I want in life is a lover, a home and money to be comfortable. Well and Kozik. Fancy stuff does not mean much to me.”

“So a pasta salad?” you waved your head no to Happy. “ I don’t wanna gain more weight.” Kozik sighed a bit. “Sis enough! Your fine..” Ignoring Kozik you took out some cash from your bra. “It was against your boob..” Kozik said with a off look. “I have touched them.” Happy grabbed the cash. “You have done more then that.” Happy smirked at what you mumbled. “Be right back.” Kozik sat down as you packed up some of your stuff. “HE didn’t ride his bike right?” “No, we took my truck.” Nodding you took a drink of your lemon water. “Gemma asked me to come in on my day off because they are swamped. I told her I was helping Hap. We got forty-three new customers in a fricken week sis.” Kozik always praised you, always being your rock. Happy came back outside, sitting at the table next to you. “Well it is nice to sit and have lunch with you two.”

“Man it is nice to get the fuck away from familiar areas.” Kozik and Happy agreed sitting at a bar patio in Vancouver. You where sitting in Happys lap, drinking your beer. “I am going to get a refill. Same thing?” you nodded to Kozik. “Get some French fries..” Chuckling he nodded. “And a pizza.” Happy chimed in. When Kozik went inside, there was just you two out on the patio. “mmm.. let me take you right here… those leggings are doing something to me..” Happy swatted your ass. “Can you finish in a minute?” Happy was unsure how to answer that question. “ I really don’t care if anyone sees.” Rolling your eyes you finished your beer. “I’d prefer not to go to jail for public indecency, or my brother to see us.” “Fine… then we need our own hotel room tonight.” “Yes you do..” Kozik held up a piece of paper. “I just got a number. You losers can get a room far from mine.” Laughing you high-fived him Happy doing the same. “Here you go cutie..” You seen the girl set the pizza and fries down. She looked at me slightly wondering whom I was to Kozik. Probably looking like an odd three-way. “Hey, thanks for the food. My BROTHER was starving!” Kozik nodded grabbing a fry, winking at the girl. Popping the fry in his mouth.

“Hey Y/N, thanks for that Manuel. I just got such positive feed back for that platform you showed me!” Craig walked out not paying attention that Kozik and Happy where at the table. You stood up “That is awesome. Craig this is Kozik my bestfriend/brother and Happy..” you were unsure what the hell to call him. Friend? Lover? Orgasm giver? Ass lover? SOA Tacoma Killer?, “Boyfriend.” Happy stuck out his hand to Craig. “Hey I know you! You get a black coffee everyday! Thanks for coming here and supporting us!” Happy was so confused. He was thinking that Craig would be pissed you had him. Or even might ruin your proposal after he thought about it. “My girlfriend always talks to Juice about those drinks he likes.” Happys face smiled a bit nodding. You looked at him surprised he was smiling. “Well have a good lunch Y/N” Craig waved backing into the café. “Boyfriend?” “Yup.” That was all Happy could manage. “Doctor called, my stiches should be out tomorrow.” Smiling you hugged him “Good!” Happy nodded. “Here is the food all!” You looked up to see it was Brittany. “Hey Y/N, Hey Happy, Hey..” she looked at Kozik and blushed brightly. “This is Kozik, my brother.” Kozik stood up, helping her set down the food. “Wonderful to meet you, I hurd a lot about you.” Brittany’s face dropped nervously. “Good things!” Kozik reiterated. “Brittany, you should come to the club Friday night. There is a party.” You could tell she was fighting herself in her head. “Not sure I’d fit in..” “Nonsense! I will be there, and you know Happy and now Kozik. You will be fine!” She smiled at you. “Ok!” you scribbled your number on a piece of paper and handed it to her. “Call me or text me so I can pick you up!” She shook her head gladly before waiving and exiting back to the café. “Why did you do that? Please tell me that you are not trying to set us up together..” Happy grumbled takng a bite of his sandwich. “No. She seems sweet, I think Juice might like her. Or Kozik.” Kozik looked up from his sandwich “If she can make this.. I will fucking marry her!” “Kozik.. it is a sandwich” Kozik finished a half already “It is made with love.” Rolling your eyes you took a few bites of the pasta salad.

Later that night.

“LUCYYYY I’M HOME!!!” you yelled as you walked into the house exhausted. Happy came in seeing you carrying ten bags in. “Let me help you!” he came over taking a couple of them, putting them on the table. “Glad to see you home.” He kissed your cheek. “I hope you stay, I can’t see you leaving again.” “Correction, I never left.” Sighing Happy agreed it was poor wording. “Let me change and start some of those tacos!” “First..” Happy grabbed you, kissing your lips. He slightly lifted you so you sat on the table. He kept kissing you, his fingers tangled in your hair. “Hap..” You moaned out. “Just wanted to kiss you..” He leaned over kissing your exposed collar bone. Hopping off you walked to the bed room to change.

Throwing your purse on the table, you yawned walking into the house. Happy came into the doorway seeing you. “Whao, didn’t think you where home yet.” Without saying anything, Happy picked you up pushing you against the door. He pressed his lips to yours, his tongue begging for entrance. Opening your mouth to moan, he slid it in. Wrapping your arms around his neck he slid your pants and panties down and unbuckled his pants. “Need you now..” this was not uncommon. If both you had a terrible day you would fuck the night away. The sheer feeling of being entangled together made everything better.

“I feel I should ware a towel every time I cook this meal!” talking as you came out to the dining room. Happy relaxing in a chair. “I would love to see that.. hell make it easy and cook naked… put on a apron for good measure, just so I can take it off..” “No, no hannky panky till you stiches heal.. even then..” “Hanky Panky?” Chuckling Happy stood up pushing you forward against the counter as you tried to fill a pot of water. He slipped his fingers passed your shorts and panties, he felt how soaked you were. “Even then?” He smirked whispering in your ear. “Your dripping for me, just after kissing.” Taking a deep breath, his fingers felt so good. He pulled away putting his fingers to his lips. Sucking off your wetness. “Fuck… please.. let me lick you..” He begged slightly. It was evident how badly he wanted too by the sound of his voice. “I gotta start cooking..” He nodded sitting back on the chair. Fuck did he want to disobey your request. So sweet.. so tangy. He grumbled watching you cook.

After plating everything Happy smiled seeing it was like the first time you ever cooked this meal. “Dig in!” you clapped your hands together, starting to pile on a toppings for you taco. Ding!. You got up grabbing the hard shells out of the oven, setting them on a plate next to Happy. “I know, they are hot.” He smirked taking his first bite. Both of you groaning at the foods delicious taste. “Let me get you some Tea.” Happy looked at you confused. “Just try it!” you handed him some iced tea. He took a sip and smirked. “Damn.. this is good” you nodded taking a sip of your own. “One of the Nevada old ladies taught me how to make it.” He smiled finishing his second taco.

“I want to stay..” you looked up from your food. Happys head shot up from making another taco. “Really?” was all he could manage to get out. “Not only because of you… Kozik is coming down here. As much as I love my Tacoma family.. Kozik is home.. You are home..” Happy set his taco down, reaching out to you. He grabbed your free hand. “I want you here. There is a reason we seen each other again.. I usually am not fucking mushy, but when I seen you again.. I could barly breath.. Never in my life have I experienced such joy and happiness at the sight of someone.. hell of anything..” you nodded back to him. Tears fell from your eyes on to the table. “Baby what is wrong?” Happy grabbed the side of your chair, dragging you over to him, scratching the hardwood floors. “Nothing.. it hurt so bad when you left.. part of me wanted to get you back for it.. but I can’t hurt you like that.. all I wanna do is be next to you..protect you..” you looked up at him. He smiled grabbing your face in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “We will take it day by day till the rest of our lives to get it right.” Nodding to him you kissed him again.

The next day.

“There you are Mr. Lowman, stiches are healed and the xray looks fabulous!” you noticed the doctor batting her eyelashes a little to hard at him. Walking over you slid an arm around his shoulders. “That is fabulous! Thanks Doc!” You looked in her eyes kissing the side of Happy’s face. He looked at you with a smile. “You are clear to go. Just still do not lift too much. Your ribs might be sore from too much activity. You can head back to work on Monday.” Nodding he looked over his papers, signing his name.

As you exited the hospital you hurd motorcycles. you seen the brothers pass by, waving to Happy. “Everything ok?” you asked slightly confused. “Yeah, they hurd I was getting my stiches out.” Nodding you laughed a bit. “Fuck… let me taste you now..” Happy whispered in your ear. “Outside, infront of the whole world?” he smirked at the thought of out against the brick wall, legs over his shoulders. “Shut up.” You playfully hit him. Walking back to your Jeep, he walked around opening your door for you. “Well thanks Mr. Lowman.” You batted your eye lashes, mocking the doctor. “She was so not my type.” Happy shut your door, getting in on the passengers side. “Hmm.. who is your type? Blonde porn stars?” “Low Blow Y/L/N” smirking you started the Jeep. “Him and I by G-Eazy played.” Both of you started laughing, singing as you drove home.

As you shut the truck off, you noticed Happy was already out of the Jeep. He opened your door grabbing your hand. “Need you..” he dragged you to the door, opening it. “Hey!” You seen Jax there with a balloon for Happy. Happys face dropped. “Hey Pres..” He gripped your arm, sliding his hand to your ass, keeping it there. “Hey, Just wanted to drop off this present. Gemma wanted to leave it but I missed the girl!” Jax came over giving you a hug. “Hey prince.” “Hey Y/N” He waved kissing the top of your head. “I’ll see you two at the party tomorrow.” You nodded waving goodbye as he walked out. Happy hugged him and shut the door, locking it.

“Wow, nice cake!” you looked at it. Swirled with hearts and a motorcycle. “Nothing tastes as good as you..” He picked you up bringing you to the couch. “Fuck me like you love me..” you whispered. He knew what you meant by that. He picked you back up. Groaning at his erection brushing against his jeans. He laid you on he bed, slowly kissing all over you face. Finally pushing his lips to yours. The little things where starting to build up quickly, all the emotions he poured in to the kiss had you losing air. “I love you.. please let me have you.. if I got further I do not think I’d have the will to stop..” “I am yours..” was all you said. He slid down your black leggings and panties down. He lifted your shirt and bra. He took a step back looking at you. “You are my queen..” He leaned down whispering, biting your neck hard. Squeaking, you arched you back to him. “More..” he smiled and started to bite your neck all over, hard. The slight and pain shooting straight to your core. This was how you two made love, pain and pleasure. He wanted the club to know damn well who you belonged too. Kissing down you shoulders, he kissed to your fingertips and back up. Slowly he licked down your collarbones to your breasts. “Please… feel a little exposed here.” You whimpered looking down. He smirked twirling his tongue around one of your pierced nipples.

“Why do you want to pierce them.” You gazed at the different barrels for the piecing. “Because, I think I would like the look of them.” Happy sighed a bit. “I do not want another man touching your breasts..” Happy stood in front of you looking down. “Good, because a woman is. Her name is Jazz.” “Y/N” you smirked seeing Jazz come through the curtains. Happy followed close behind you. You laid on the chair laying back. Jazz eyed Happy slightly confused. “This is my boyfriend.” “Ah, bet your happy to get them pierced.” Happy made a sour face. “Naw, he wants me to keep them unpierced.” Jazz laughed a bit sterilizing the needle. “Alright, take off the shirt and bra.” You slid your shirt and bra off of your body, handing them to Happy. The sheer sight of you topless made Happy fight his instincts to jump you. “Alright, take a deep breath.” You did and felt the needle slid through one of your nipples. She grabbed the diamond barbell you chose. “Damn you took that well.” Happy looked at you shocked. He remembered when one of his brother got dared to do it and cried. “Deep breath.” You did, following the same steps. “Alright, so make sure you clean them twice a day. Wear baggy shirts for about a week.” You nodded handing her the cash. “They look great on you!” She winked towards Happy. Happy looked at you, while you stood up. “Fuck… she isn’t lying..” he licked his lips. Something about the slight pain had you just as turned on as Happy. “We are one fucked up couple..” you laughed a bit. Happy looked at your shirt and relzied it was slightly tigther. “Here.” Slipping off his kutte he gave you his SOA shirt. “Great.. Now I get to feel your chest on the way home.” Smirking Happy nodded.

He continued to roll your nipples in his mouth, biting every so often. How he worshiped your body. He always felt that he never deserved it. After leaving a trail of bright purple marks and suction marks he kissed each one of your hips. “Finally…” He whispered against your pussy. He licked a long swipe, groaning at the taste. “Fuck baby girl.. so yummy..” he looked up to see your eyes almost black with lust. He grabbed your hand holding it tightly. He twirled his tongue around your clit. He slightly bit and sucked it. Bucking your hips against him, squeezing his hand. “Fuck…. Happy..” He licked down to your entrance. He pushed his tongue in you, licking up all of your slick. “Ah..” arching your back towards him, he seen your eyes closed, your head thrashing back and forth. “That is it baby..” Happy moaned against your pussy. He trailed his tongue against your clit one more time before you lost it. Your whole body ignited in pleasure. You swore you blacked out momentarily as you shook uncontrollably. Happy went back to your entrance, licking all of your cum up. He slid off his shirt and the rest of his clothes. “Do you want me to use a condom?” He whispered in your ear. “Up to you…” your body still shaking. “Never with you..” He lined himself up. “Please.. be gentle..” He nodded taking your lips with his. “I know..” it had been over two years since you slept with not only him or anyone. He pushed in slowly. You yelled out in slight pain. He wrapped his arms under your head, kissing you continuously. He pulled away slightly. “Fuck.. your so tight… so… so wet… you are fucking heaven…” he bit your neck pushing completely in. You felt your walls spasm against him. Unsure if it was because you had not had someone in so long, or if because your heart was filled with so much emotion for the man on top of you. “Please.. let me move..” He whispered against your lips, looking deep in your eyes. He seen a tear escape your eyes “Baby.. am I hurting you..” Happy looked at you shocked. “No… just am happy..” He laughed at the pun and kissed the tear. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “Fuck babygirl… can’t hold long..” you nodded to him holding onto his biceps. You looked at the man before you, he was yours. You looked at him slowly enter you and lost your control. “Your clenching me so roughly..” Happy moaned against your ear. His thrusts kept moving at a fast pace. You where reaching the cliff that was so high. He knew what you needed, but he wanted to wait for you to come together. “I love you..” he whispered, sinking his teeth into your neck, biting hard.

You came. Happy felt you grip him tightly, cumming right after you. His chest heaved at how good you felt. “I love you too Happy… I am yours..” He stood up walking to the bathroom and came back with a warm towel. He pressed it between you thighs and seen you squint in pain. “I am sorry baby..” He kissed your knees cleaning you up. “I will be ok..” “IYou grabbing me and holding me would make this night even better” You smiled to him.

Happy looked at you nervous. “Are you ok..?” he leaned down looking at you. “Yeah… just never.. felt that intense before.” Happy sat next to you smiling. “I was thinking the same thing.” You slowly sat up sorely. “So…” it was weird having strong feelings for someone so soon. He gripped your chin “I love you..” he whispered against your lips. “I love you too..” He picked you up gently carrying you to his bathroom starting a bath.

Laying with you, sleep took over very quickly. Exhaustion fell on Happy as well. You both slept till late in the afternoon the next day. “Babe..” Happy pushed your shoulders gently. “I have to head to the club. We have our weekly church.” You nodded sleepy. “Do you have any work today?” “Mm.. took the day off..” Happy smiled leaning down, kissing your lips. “It really is a dream you’re here..” you reached out pinching his arm. “Ow!” “See not a dream.” He laughed a bit and kissed your forehead. “What time does Gemma need me to help with the party?” “4. Party starts at 8.” “Mmm.. ok”

After picking up Happys house a bit and playing with Kozy it was almost four. You threw on a tank top and shorts. You forgot to look in the mirror. Happy had adorned your neck and chest with hickies and bites. Putting a lose shall over your arms, you and Kozy jumped into the Jeep, heading towards TM. Walking into TM you seen Gemma and smiled. “Damn.. he is making it known you’re his!” you looked around confused. Gemma grabbed a mirror from her purse and showed you yourself. “Ah fuck..” laughing a bit your fixed your hair and put it down. She followed you into the club house. Both of you stocking the bar with liquor talking as you did. “So are you staying in Charming?” you looked over to her, putting the last bottle of tequila away. “Yeah, I think.. except when I got business. Kozy seems to like Happy’s place. I might still get my own place. I want to take shit slowly.” Gemma nodded agreeing with your thought process.

“This world.. I tell yuh.. Not all old ladies could handle it like us.” Gemma stood up taking a cig out of her pack thinking about the passed. She leaned over handing you one. “Thanks Gem. I am here if you need to talk.” Standing up, you hopped on the bar smoking. “Sis!” you looked over to see Kozik walking in with Chibs and Happy in their uniform. Swinging your legs around you ran into your brothers arms. He lifted you around swinging you. “Wee!” he laughed kissing your head. “How is work?” You looked to them. “Busy because of you..” Happy mumbled. “Hey blame Gemma.” “You ain’t blaming shit. Yall got a fuckin raise because of it.” Happy laughed. “If it wasn’t for Gem I would have never got you back.” Happy winked to you. “Alright.. no ones gotta he..” Kozik stopped mid sentence, opening your shall seeing all the marks. “What the fuck Hap, you went a bit over bored!”

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After finding Reader in the hallway Negan decides to ask what’s going on.

This is the 10th part of A touch. Sorry I take so long to update my life is very crazy haha So if there is something you want me to update just remind me of it and I usually crack down on it. Anyways hope you like it please let me know what you think and please tell me if you want to be tagged in this or in of my other fics.

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Part 1 A Touch

Part 8 Guilt

Negan’s POV

I walked thru the halls of the sanctuary people kneeling as I passed them. Grinning I started to whistle as I descend the stairs leading outside. Just before I reach the bottom I see Y/N leaning on the fence a walker inches from touching her.

After finding her last night in the hallway passed out I decided now is when I get the answer of why the fuck she was like that.

Walking over to her still whistling I’m surprised when she doesn't turn around or at least look up.

“Am I interrupting something angel?” I ask using her pet name.

She jumps and spins around to face me her eyes bright with fear.

“Oh Negan….” She gasps holding her chest it heaving under her fist like she been holding her breath.

“I didn’t know you were there.” She says shaking her head.

“You didn’t hear me?”

“No, sorry. Did you want something?” She asks blinking as if the sun was in her eyes but we were covered in complete shade from the building behind us.

“Well I want a lot of things.” I say smirking.

“Right.” She says nodding.

I have to admit I’m a bit taken back that she didn’t say something smart or at least roll her eyes.

Looking her over I see what I didn’t see when I first walked up.

She looked thinner as if she has missed a few meals, her skin pale and dry. She kept her arms wrapped around her tightly like she was trying to keep from dropping something but she wasn't holding anything.

Her eyes didn’t meet mine. They bounced from place to place never looking at anything for too long. There were dark rings around them, her eyes bloodshot as if she had been crying.

“Are you okay?” I ask without thinking, my voice coming out way softer then I meant it.

I knew I didn’t have feelings for her but I didn’t want her to be in trouble. She was after all under my care.

“I’m fine.” She says smiling. It never reaching her eyes. Her voice sounding monotone. As if she has repeated that so much it didn’t have a meaning anyone.

“I need to get back to work now.” She says her eyes barely meeting mine before she ducks around me and towards the building.

Turning around to watch her leave I can’t ignore the feeling in my gut telling me that something was up and I intended on finding out what.

I quickly found Alexa knowing she was the closest person to Y/N here. Her sitting in one of the common rooms. I must have looked angry because she asked me if something was wrong. But I also never talk to her so that might be fucking why.

“What is going on with my new friend?” I ask her laying Lucille on my shoulder.

“Y/N?” She asks standing up.

“That would be the one.”

“Do you mind if we talk in private?” She asks politely.

“Lead the fucking way darlin’.” I say swinging Lucille towards the door.

I follow her out into the hall it completely deserted everyone busy with their shit.

“Have you talked to Y/N?”

“Talk to her? I fucking had to put her to bed last night. Found her past out in the damn hallway. What the shit is going on with her?” I ask wondering why i’m so bothered by her but chose to ignore it push it off as just the want to have sex with her.

“She is troubled or depressed I think.” Alexa says slowly as if she hasn't quite thought about exactly what’s wrong.

“You think?” I ask leaning down towards her.

“She talked to Mark. Or at least I think she did. I told her to face her demons. Seeing him and knowing she killed his brother has been messing with her. I was going to come to you but….”

“But?” I ask feeling my blood start to heat up my temper rising.

“But I didn’t know if you would care….” She says softly

“Well you fucking thought wrong. I care for all my people.” I say quickly not wanting to give her the wrong idea.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to bother you. I don’t think you can help her anyway.”

“What makes you think that hmm?”

“Because she is filled with guilt. She’s lost. I don’t even think she knows what she is doing.”

“Well I guess I’m just going to have to fucking talk to her.” I say moving away from Alexa and walking down the hall.

Readers POV

I climbed into bed with no intentions of sleeping. Even if I wanted to, sleep rarely came to me theses days. Thoughts of all my past sins consumed me. A wave of guilt was mixed with nothing. I was either numb to it all or barely keeping myself standing. Like now. I could feel my stomach roll, wanting food but I felt no need to move.

“I hope the guilt kills you.” Mark’s voice filled my mind with the memory or Nick getting killed.

Running my fingers thru my hair I closed my eyes feeling like I was just a shell of who I was.

I knew why. I chose wrong. I picked Negan over my own group. I knew what he was doing to Daryl and I let it happen. I really was a traitor. On top of that I let someone die for me. Because of me…

Hearing a knock from the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned my head to look at it. Still sitting up in bed I looked at it willing whoever was on the other side to go away.

Hearing another knock reminded me I don’t deserve to get what I want.

“Come in.” I say knowing I didn’t have a lock on my door even if I wanted to lock it.

The door opened to reveal the mustache wearing man.

Simon grinned at me like always.

“Boss wants to see you.”

“I’ll see him tomorrow.” I say not really wanting to see Negan. I didn’t have the energy to act like I was okay in front of him. I barely did this afternoon.

“He wants to see you now.” Simon says placing his hands on his belt.

Resisting the want to sign I made myself get out of bed. I watched the world spin and my head get foggy but I ignored it.

Walking down the hall I felt my stomach flip then something rush up my throat. Bending over I barely missed Simon or myself with the gall leaving my stomach. Having nothing in there only made me drive heave.

“Whao are you alright?” Simon asked from next to me.

I waved him off followed by another heave making my stomach hurt worse. Spitting I stood up and wiped my mouth off.

“Are you pregnant? Is that what the boss wanted to see you about?”

“Not quite.” I say holding myself up with the wall.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded even though I still felt like I could vomit any minient.

“I’ll tell Negan what happened. Don’t go anywhere.” He says walking down the hall.

Closing my eyes I stood there letting myself calm down. It wasn't till I felt eyes on me did I look up. As if I was cursed I met the blue eyes of Mark. His face. Nick’s face, smirking at me.

Hearing footprints he disappeared down the hall as Simon came back.

“Negan wants you to go on ahead. I’ll get someone to clean this shit up.”

I nodded and walked towards Negan’s room as normal as I could not wanting to look weak in front of Simon. Not knowing if Mark was just around the corner watching me.

I knocked on Negan’s door feeling better but my stomach was now aching. As if he could see me Negan opened the door as soon as my knuckles touched the wood.

“About fucking time.” He says grinning.

“You need something?” I ask softly, to tired for sass.

“I missed cha.” He says winking and holding the door open for me.

I walked into his room the growing familiar smell of him invading my senses. Taking a breath I was surprised when it felt normal like it wasnt weighed down.

“Have a seat. Let’s chat.” He says plopping down on the smooth black couch. Sitting across from him, I took note of Lucille on the coffee table. I don’t know why but I was always aware of where that bat was. It interested me I guess.

“Are you fucking listening to me angel?” Negan asks, his voice pulling me back to reality.

“What?” I ask looking up at him.

“I said Simon told me what happened to you and I need you to be straight with me. Are you fucking knocked up?” He asks making me jump.

Even though he didn't sound it I felt like he was mad at me. Like he could see threw me. To all the things I have thought or done since I been here.

“No.” I say shaking my head resisting the urge to look down.

“Then what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m fine.” I say automatically.

“The hell you are. You don’t sleep in hallways or puke for no damn reason.” He says sitting up.

“I looked at your records you haven’t spent your points on anything in the past two days. Food or anything, so I’m going to ask you this one time.” He says leaning on knees getting as close to me as he could with the table between us.

“What is going on?” He asks slowly making every word clear.

“Nothing.” I say my hands shaking.

Clenching them I stood up.

“I’m fine.”

Walking to the door my vision grew fuzzy making me stumble. Feeling Negan grab my arm and spin me around I looked up at first only seeing his eyes.

“You call that nothing?” He asks this time sounding mad.

“I’m just tired.”

“Yeah and fucking starving. Simon told me what happened. I talked Alexa too I know what the fuck is going on.”

“Why do you care?” I ask jerking away from him suddenly feeling mad. It’s been days since we came back from Alexandria and he hasn’t given me a time a day or any thought at all. It’s been three days since guilt has started eating at me and now he wants to act like he gives a damn.

“You bass people's heads in with a bat and like it. You kill people for the fun of it and iron peoples faces off when they don’t do what you say. Why the hell do you care if I don’t eat. We made a deal and broke it.” I say hearing my voice crack.

“I’m nothing but a toy to play with and dangle in front of Rick. You didn’t need me. So don’t pretend you care.” I say walking towards the door.

I didn’t get far before my head throbbed in protest. As soon as my fingertips touched the door everything went black.

I opened my eyes when I felt my whole body jerk. Looking around the dark space my eyes went to the lamp on the desk. It the only light in the room.

In it’s light casting a glow on the salt and peppered berard was Negan sitting there quietly.

I had to think about what happened and why I was here. Remembering that I passed out I felt my face heat up with embarrassment and slight anger for letting Negan see me like that. Him most likely the one who put me to bed. Before I could continue my self loathing Negan’s voice filled the room.

“You gonna come eat or lay there all night?” He asks looking up from the book in front of him, glasses placed on his nose.

“I….” I say taken back, asking myself why I have never seen him in glasses and why I cared.

‘You can’t go from yelling at someone to halfway checking them out.’ I told myself why sitting up.

“How long was I out?”

“Few hours. Long enough for the doc to check you out and like always I was fucking right.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask looking over my shoulder my back to him.

“You need to fucking eat something.” He says taking off his glasses and looking at the plate beside him.

“Do you have to say that so much?” I ask trying to stand up. My second try was all it took to get me on my feet.

Straightening up my back popped. I walked around the bed and towards the desk before a wave of dizziness overcame me.

“Damn it angel.” Negan says suddenly beside me keeping me standing. Meeting his eyes I couldn't help but wonder if he has done this before. Caught someone before they fell. Him moving to fast for it to be unusual for him.

Breaking eye contact he smirked.

“To answer your question yes it happens to be my favorite word.”

Sighing I sat down on the end of the bed and grabbed the frame just to make sure I wouldn’t fall again.

Suddenly seeing a peach in front of my face made me realize how bad I was. If time was mixing together or just missing. Taking the peach from Negan’s hand I bite into it. I quickly chew it up and swallow it not even minding that it was a bit crunchy.

“I would slow down. You’ll get sick again since you didn’t eat for a few days.” Negan says moving back to the desk.

“How do you know that?” I ask not knowing why I was being rude but I didn’t want to look weak in front of him. Thought I could barely hold my head up without getting dizzy let alone do anything else.

“I've seen it, more than i've liked to...” He says looking at me his voice softer than I expected from him.

The silence grew around us as he returned to his book. I realized it was a notebook him writing in it from time to time.

“What are you doing?” I ask surprising him. I knew because the look he gave me told me so.

“Why do you want to know?” He asks smirking. It most likely a stab from what I said earlier. Making me wonder if what I said bothered him. My stomach tightening up once again but this time not from lack of food. I felt bad for hurting Negan. I sigh adding that to the list of the things to feel bad for.

“Just making conversation.” I say after I realize he was waiting for an answer.

“You don’t have to lie to me darlin’ we both know you want to know everything about me.” He says grinning.

Something making me feel like he was just saying something to fill the air. I couldn't help but feel like I couldn’t breath like there was something we needed to talk about but were avoiding.

“I think it’s best if I just leave. Thanks for the peach.” I say holding up just the pit of it.

“The hell you are. You are not going anywhere but back to sleep. I’m going to get you back to your fucking sassy self if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Why-.” I stopped talking when I knew that I already ask him that and didn’t get an answer.

“Why do I care?” He asks finishing my sentence.

“I don’t. Not really. I told you Rick I would keep you fucking alive and I’ll be damn sure to do that. Even if that means keeping you from killing yourself.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself.”

“I don’t give a shit what you were doing. It stops. Now.” He orders smacking the table making me jump.

Not knowing what to say I just nod my head. He was right. I needed to stay alive for Rick and my group I was selfish.

“Now, how about me and you get some sleep we have a little road trip to take tomorrow.”

“We just left Alexandria.” I say wondering what else he could want from us.

“Who said anything about going there? No little Ricky can sit in his own fucking mess and wonder what I’m doing to you and Daryl until I decide to visit him again.” He says grinning.

“But-.”

“No buts. Bed.”

Feeling myself get mad I stand up quickly.

“I’m not some child you can order around.”

“Your whatever the fuck I want you to be.” He says quickly standing up and walking to me.

“You listen to me. If not you get punished. People who break the rules need to made an example of.”

“What are you going to do Negan?” I challenge him my heart racing with fear and excitement.

“Don’t push your luck.” He says leaning down in my face.

“Or what?” I ask my head throbbing.

Negan surprises me ny smirking and cocking his head.

“We both know your in no shape to do anything.” “Try me.”

Smiling he lifts his hand making me tense. I watch the smirk leave his face and his eyes soften.

“Relax sweetheart. We both I’m an asshole but not that big a one.” He says grabbing my face.

Brushing my top lip I look at him confused until he pulls his hand back a flash of red on his thumb.

“Now you think you should lay down?”

Wiping my nose I look at the blood on my fingers. Not knowing exactly what that means I feel a rush of fear run threw me. I sit on the bed and clench my fist.

“Lay down and get some rest.” He says walking off into the bathroom.

Hearing the water run I do just what he said. I lay in his bed feeling more comfortable in it then my own.

Like a child with a night light on I felt like my thoughts couldn’t reach me here. Negan keeping me to detracted to think about anything. I fell asleep with the thought of what I felt saver with a killer then alone.

Feeling someone brush my cheek I open my eyes to meet hazel ones.

“Here, drink this.” Says the man in front of me. It too dark to make out his face but I felt like I knew who it was.

Taking the glass from him I let the water slip down my throat quickly drinking it all not knowing how thirsty I was.

“Thank you.” I say my voice soft like a child's.

“Your welcome angel.” He says softly stroking my cheek.

“You want some more?”

I nod him quickly returning with another glass. I drink that one almost as quickly as the first. It earning a laugh from the man.

“It’s like you've done this before.” I mumble yawning as I nuzzle into the pillows.

“Done what?” He asks no longer in front of me. His voice coming behind me.

“Take care of someone.” I say as I feel him move into the bed with me. His body warm.

“I have.” He says softly, like he didn’t mean to say it.

I nod and close my eyes feeling completely safe.

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