#we all know dick had a massive crush on joey

[pepart]

"And for no reason he can understand, Prince Richard feels... awe."

aka. your dads finally signed the peace treaty between your kingdoms, and you now have to stand awkwardly next to each other at a ceremony.

[sleeping-lilies]

robin era jason, dick, and babs headcanons because there’s too much comedic potential to ignore

- dick and babs were the ultimate gossip buddies. whenever dick was with the titans for long periods of time, babs always filled him in on everything

babs: dick you’ll never believe what hal said to bruce last night, i even have videos. dick, the look on his face please—

dick, immediately locking doors so his teammates don’t hear the mad shit about to be dropped on main: tell me everything

- vice versa too, dick filled babs in on everything going on with the titans and all they can say is thank god those lines are bat secured with no villains being able to listen in, imagine deathstroke hearing through bat gossip that joey’s dating who?!?! 😳

- batkids have been and always will be the holder of superhero gossip. it’s a business, you see, but we’re getting off topic 😡

- lmfao anyways this is literally how dick finds out about jason

babs: anyways, jason—

dick: who the fuck is jason

babs: ....

dick: barbara?!?!

babs: ok promise you won’t freak out

- babs and dick’s first reaction upon meeting jason being “why is he so small i wasnt that small” “dick you were literally nine when you were robin—“ “he’s tiny” it’s like those two share the same braincell

- i’m making it so that dick gave jason his number earlier because i feel like it 😡😡😡 (not that it changes much other than the fact that i want more gossip dropped in dm’s)

- when dick gave jason his number, he went to babs like “give me jason’s number” “didn’t you literally just give him your’s?” “ya but i’m gonna make sure he texts me” “ya ok that’s fair”

- whenever jason didn’t want to be in the manor (fight with bruce, boredom, etc) he went to wherever the fuck babs lived and they would facetime dick and talk mad shit. it was a thing.

- despite them all being able to drive, babs was the only one during this time with an actual, legitimate, legal license (jason was too young to have a license and dick is too lazy/busy/whatever-excuse-he-wants-to-use to take the permit and driving test) so babs drove them around everywhere and it was a mess™ consisting of a bunch of backseat drivers

- “dick omg look at this video i found from the batcave” “omg he said robin gives him magic” “robin gives him magic” they both cry about it for years to come

- babs sometimes kidnapped jason after school after telling the head of wayne manor (alfred) and took him to get ice cream, then to the library while she worked. jason was the greatest kid in the library, he even had his own throne special chair just for him whenever he came provided by library staff who adored this absolute angel.

- jason 🤝 babs 🤝 dick -> i believe in annoying yet endearing nicknames supremacy

- nicknames include (some used by some more than others or just one, or by both equally because they’re annoying pick and choose my good people)

little wing (iconic, we all know this one fellas and who uses it)

red (used for babs, absolutely fantastic, but in the future it gets confusing because some people with their goddamn hero names 😡)

boy wonder (classic, babs calls them both that)

barbie (for babs, jason uses this one and he’s the only one able to get away with it)

dickie (jason just really gets away with everything huh)

dickhead (jason’s lucky he’s cute)

baba black sheep (jeez i’m on a roll with babs’ nicknames she’s so nickname-able and that’s very cool and sexy of her)

jay z

jay allen

jay jay jay (shut up, dickhead—)

big bird

and a bunch more i’m too tired to look for them in canon or make new ones up, but you get the idea

- dick can totally bake, and babs and jason keep bugging him when he’s baking and add more chocolate chips while pretending to not notice that he can see them 😡😡😡

- headcanon that jason had hero worship for babs and dick because they’re so cool in and out of costume and it never really went away when he got older listen his older brother and pseudo sister are so cool and that’s not his fault but he’ll never admit it

- barbie movie marathons because barbie is an iconic legend and they all recognize it. they have the fucking “she’s the queen of the WA-A-A-AVES” song memorized along with all other barbie movie songs, they sing it on patrol.

- dick and jason’s sibling dynamic was and is basically “ur a little shit and i hate you but i will literally kill for you”

- dick had tension with bruce while jason was just a little shit who would totally cause drama for the sake of it, and people never take advantage of this absolute power duo for destroying bruce

- dick sending cryptid texts to jason through a burner phone because he’s dramatic jason totally knew it was him about things that drive bruce mad, like leaving the shower turned to the coldest setting before bruce got there, leaving the lights in the batcave on, etc. jason, a wise little child, totally took advantage of this. bruce came to accept his fate

- the gc names, guys the group chat names

- jason crashing into titans tower whenever he wants and dick doesn’t bat (hAH) an eye, occasionally he very sweetly asks babs to come with him and she agrees but only sometimes because some people have jobs, jason—wait dick is being flirted with by who?!?! i’ll leave it up to your imagination ;) and they totally crashed titans missions too

- one time bruce was busy with the league while alfred was on vacation and bruce absolutely could not dip (i’m imagining bruce getting a call from the headmaster during an honest to god fight and bruce just picking up while punching the daylights out of some asshole) (“mr wayne, what is that noise in the background?” “sorry, headmaster, the cat is having a seizure”), so when jason got into a “fight” (read: some jackass picking on jason before he snapped and yelled at him and the bitchass kid tried to punch him and jason’s no quitter) bruce called dick who was an adult and legally family (yes dick is adopted sometime after jason was, stay mad) like “son... son please” and dick was like “oh no need to plead with me, this is too good” but of course this bitchass doesn’t have an actual lisence yet and he was hanging out with babs anyways so he and babs rolled up to gotham academy and the kids stared at them like “holy shit they’re so cool” ya dick and babs are those power couple, whether romantic or not, that turn heads, they’re just that powerful strolled into the office, bailed jason out while intimidating the headmaster because the altercation was the result of school staff negligence of actual bullying like those cliche tropes, said “ayyy you got that brat good” and get him chili dogs or whatever the fandom made robin jason’s favorite food. omg i just made an entire fanfic in rough draft form someone please steal it and write it in full form and send me the link

- jason is very very tiny, you see. babs and dick pick him up and move him for any reason, whether because they want to sit on that chair or to just throw him out of harm’s way and take the bullet for themselves.

- jason and dick both get adorable blushes on their faces it’s genetic yes that’s how genetics work shut up meanwhile babs’ ears turn red when she’s embarrassed and all three of them clown each other for it

- i yelled about this to my mutual (cough cough @littlespaceboii) who also added to this absolute dogshit headcanon and then in the discord full of mutuals, but the basement of wayne manor is haunted. dick found it when he was a little gremlin (i stand by that dick was the original demon child) (“you see damian, before there was you there was me” the real reason he was good with damian lmfao) and was like “omg this is so cool” @littlespaceboii came up with that it was just alfred fucking with bruce and so when jason first came and dick was comfy around him he was like “so have you been in the basement” and jason was like “im literally robin i’ve been in the batcave?!?!” and dick goes “no the basement, the haunted one” and jason’s like “hAUNTED?!?!” cuz jason has at least some self preservations and knows not to fuck with the spookies until he too became a spooky and bruce was like “there’s no ghost it’s not haunted” because he’s a skeptic and a party pooper and babs is like “no go on let him finish” even though she knows full well there are no ghosts or does she? and uhhhh basically they becomes ghostbusters 2.0 but cooler and funnier

- this trio is basically baby pan/bisexual jason and two resident expert pan/bisexuals solidarity but that’s literally canon. they go to pride every year that jason’s alive what who said that?

- they all tease each other for their crushes like all siblings/family friends do, i don’t need to say it but it’s important that’s emphasized for my well being

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals who added onto this absolute train wreck too, but jason used to play baseball during his robin days, and dick never showed up to those games with being busy as an excuse, but babs always showed up with bruce and alfred and took pictures for dick so dick could be like “mlb players are jobless now that little wing is on the scene” babs (and sometimes bruce) always shouted loudest for jason whether he was in the field or in the dugout and jason would get this extremely adorable blush on his face (jason finds out in the future why dick never showed up (cough cough ptsd from two face’s massive baseball bat which led to everything that came after including being fired and veangance academy and nearly killing two face and omg that’s a ride) and is like oh my god my childhood is even more ruined—)

- remember when i said dick got adopted after jason did in this new absolutely fabulous canon i just created? bruce did that because “ahhh fuck that’s my kid and i want him to know i love him through every means possible since i have the ability to do so” i believe in good dad bruce supremacy and made a whole thing where he invited dick to dinner for like a week to work up the courage and bonding to ask him and show him the adoption papers and then everyone cried :) bruce decided to finally adopt dick after jason referred to dick as his brother and bruce was like “...oh” and alfred was like 👀

- dick, as the first child hero and one of the first heroes period like at least a year or two before babs, holds the “back in my day” card over literally everyone in the hero community in general and pulls it out to annoy babs and jason even tho babs literally joined the scene only a year or two after dick

jason, shaking in his panties: it’s so fucking cold

dick, standing strong in his tits out outfit, who had to wear the panties on his own decision: oh, you’re cold? back in my day—

babs, throwing her boot at his face: god shut the fuck up—

and then dick doesn’t give back her boot and it becomes a whole thing with lots of tackling and play fighting and someone nearly gets thrown off they rooftop for funsies but anyways

also on a side note, babs would take off her cape and wrap it around jason whenever she noticed his discomfort with the weather, or use the weather as an excuse whenever she saw him uneasy for whatever reason and they never mention it to each other

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals at some point too holy shit i have friends, but those three are team rocket. they went out as team rocket for halloween one year after bullying bruce to let jason out only jason because he can’t tell dick and babs what to do and jason is under his care and when they do convince him, dick and babs bully jason into being meowth. manifesting jason in a meowth onesie ARTISTS PLEASE—

- dick finally took his license seriously and took his driver’s test after babs became paralyzed.

- those were a rough few months for those three. and then another rough few months for those two

- yikes, sorry to throw angst at you (sorry (unfeeling)) anyways, in the future alfred finds those old photos and shows the rest of the fam, so dick and babs bully jason, 6’2 jason that towers way above both of them, and once again bullies him into being meowth “for tradition, little wing!” “shut up, dickhead” the rest of the batkids lose their shit over this, naturally. bruce and alfred stand in the back teary eyed reminiscing the old days when things were a little more simple.

- discowing walked so terrifying handsome squidward red hood helmet could run (even tho the ugly helmet tripped and fell and missed the mark because discowing wasn’t ugly and will always remain superior, i feel i have committed a terrible crime comparing the two)

dick: jason what the fuck is that

jason: it’s fashion

dick: it’s terrifying

jason: i’m only following in my older brother’s footsteps 😔

dick: listen here, you little shit strangles him haha just kidding that illegal wait theyre vigilantes they don’t follow the law—

- these three and cass refer to the rest of the batkids as “the kids” (if she’s older than jason, sometimes she is and sometimes she isn’t and i’m really confused but whatever)

- babs and dick’s relationship with jason pre death literally shaped how jason treats his siblings post pit madness like he literally goes “what would red and big bird do?!??” when he needs to go into big brother mode over the “little ones” (“little” because tim and steph are adults and duke is nearly an adult himself oh my god he’ll graduate from high school soon and jason never got to do that himself he’s totally going to the ceremony legally dead or not) 🥺

- holy trinity continue hanging out with each other, whether lunch or games or whatever, and just enjoy each other’s company after long, rough years

[halfusek]

BATIM SPOILERS AHEAD

SECRET MESSAGES FROM CHAPTERS 1 - 5

With a sort of analysis/shitposting on my side? Yea.

Chapter 1

There is like two walls with these, that’s a lot. Is he... aware from the beginning now? I mean someone’s crossing this and Henry is implied to be leaving these messages so...?

Choose your fighter.

Ok wow harsh.  Haven’t you seen all these cool AUs in his house?

Also can I just point out how... Joey... literally... drew... the Studio...

Oh, my bad.

He drew STUDIOS. Because the damn thing keeps happening over and over again.

Oh fuck if that’s the case then that is clever. I made puns about him drawing the studio before, wish I did something with it before Chapter 5 dropped, that would be hilarious to look back at fvdfjkvnfkj

That’s just depressing. But like... yeah...

Wow Henry you must be a proud mom now

Hey remember when DAGames played Chapter 4 and was interrupting Alice Angel’s monologue by telling her to stop watch him poop

It spells “There never was a choice.” (never underlined)

Those messages are either hilarious or straight up depressing.

It’s... kinda sweet how Henry from the past (pasts) helps his future self (selfs). And encourages.

I’m pretty sure she’s got many hearts in her stock.

STOP WATCHING ME POOP

Henry what the fuck

The falling human made out of the two Ls, the Y and the splatters above it-

Fuck.

GASPS NO WAY

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He is not the creator of the cartoons. He is the creator OF THIS WHOLE FUCKING STUDIO AND EVERYONE IN IT. Like it’s maybe a sort of obvious thought but when you let it sink in... damn

Rest of the chapters under the cut because it’s really long

Chapter 2

ARE THOSE IRL BODIES? YES? NO? SYMBOLS OF THEIR SOULS BEING TRAPPED HERE? WHAT???

Do you remember that? Or only slightly? Oh man. “I should have warned him” thoughts and then you get a pissed off boy in Chapter 5.

COME ON NOW

Ok. How. How did you write anything there. When. The only time he’s aware would be right after Sammy hits him with the dustpan. So is he like fainting and writing it? So he wouldn’t be able to write anything else like SAMMY IS GOING TO KNOCK YOU OUT WITH A FUCKING DUST PAN because yeah he’s passing out so it’s just... OUCH! Also to confirm this he is facing the way he’s facing when he’s on the floor. God that’s both shitposty and depressing. Nice.

Henry don’t be a dick

So you do sing 👀

I wonder how Henry figured out walking backwards to not trigger the Demon here and write this specific message. Also is Joey behind those closed doors because there’s the whistling.

Is he cooking

Chapter 3

Oh, hi.

Excuse me what

Henry is a Jacksepticeye fan confirmed

Joey is a man of ideas... and only ideas.

Which is why he created a studio, an OC based on a person he has a one sided crush on (me) from who he stole and claimed their OC as his, also made that stolen OC a thing and then made both of the OCs fight in an infinite loop in the massive studio which is behind his kitchen.

This both has a literal meaning but is also like a deeper general thought Henry do you want Joey to create a therapist OC you seem to have some problems

Why do these coffins hurt so much

Who are you asking Henry because Alice sure won’t fucking read that And why won’t you just write it with regular ink why you gotta do it like this

Why does he keep this thing secret? Did he make it? Probably since he’s the one leaving the messages Hmm

I fucking wheezed.

But also imagine Alice just giving her speech and Henry writing something on the wall with his finger Unless he doesn’t write that in a literal sense but like... spiritually Huh

THEY HAD DRINKS TOGETHER AND JOEY WAS PAYING FOR THEM AWW

He’s so fucking gay I swear to fucking gods.

Let’s hop on the existential crisis train, choo, choo.

How can you be kind to people who try to murder you

But this. This. Is such a good fucking work/life thought like damn. I love this game for those.

But are those just some thoughts Henry wanted to get out of his head or does it have something to do with the game because I’m kinda getting pacifist/neutral/genocide route vibes from this. But it it’s not the case it’s still pretty neat, we do meet them, we just don’t have the choice to treat them in some way most of the times.

It’s on level 14 and damn you game damn you yet again. I guess it can also be applied to that moment when The Projectionist is reaching out for Henry who is hidden in the Miracle Station? Like we don’t know what to expect of him because he had that small moment of realisation of... something. And he is also one of Henry’s “old friends”.

Is Is Ink Demon killing The Projectionist a symbol of Joey’s jealousness like Norman: *reaching out in curiosity, maybe to help* Joey: >:( my fren

Chapter 4

Thanks. Roll credits. So Chapter 4 is intentionally pointless in the terms of Henry trying to save Boris. THAT’S FUCKING SAD STOP IT

NOT. MY. DOG. YOU. BITCH.

So Henry is catching up. Joey does regret all that shit he did. I wonder how exactly does it tie here, with Bertie. Maybe that theory I had about Bendy Land being Hell for Bendy? :0c I don’t really think so but that’s a thought.

I’m losing my shit.

Okay that seems like another woke thought.

Henry can’t change not being able to save Boris.

Joey can’t change all of his mistakes. But Joey is the one making it happen over and over again so it might be slightly pointed at him?

Like, pal. Stop dwelling on your mistakes. Move on. Let me the fuck out.

This game is really heavy with this problem:

Move towards your goal, hope, believe, dream, don’t give up. Well actually do if it’s like super hard.

????? This is such a deep uuhhh analysis of this like one of most basics functions of how we people fucking work and live, what keeps us going. Holy shit I am IN LOVE with that.

But oof yeah Henry was and IS the one good at pushing Joey to do the right thing. Man...

Instead of trying to cheer you up lemme just write this message you can’t read real quick.

THAT WHOLE FUCKING THING WAS POINTLESS AND I’M LOWKEY MAD

;_; holy lord sweet baby jesus

Can Henry like be fine fun concept Meatly please

I suggest giving this a read if you as I weren’t familiar with that expression https://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/09/23/heels/

Of course it’s a pun on “Time heals all wounds” expression. The word “heels” there refers to contemptible people. Earliest citation: 1934 and it got more popular around that time till something around the 50s-60s according to that website at least. Neat.

That is interesting. I guess we can associate the door with Joey as well since Henry warns himself not to go through them? And the Demon drags Projectionist’s corpse through them. Sorta against his will, heeeeeeh.

They look like they could be interactive but I dunno :0c

Oh, yeah. That two-faced motherfucker. That’s my bitch.

HE GAVE THEM FUCKING NAMES

Chapter 5

I feel like it was kinda exaggerated. Henry they like saved your life twice or so, how salty can you be

OKAY LET ME TELL YOU ONE FUCKING THING

AT FIRST WHILE PLAYING I THOUGHT JOEY WROTE THOSE BECAUSE

I mean why the fuck would they drop this star outta nowhere AND HE IS EXTRA LIKE THIS

But then again there’s this “Don’t go through the door”

Unless Joey did contact him through this as well? But I’m assuming it only because of the stars vfnjksd Idk I like when symbols actualy uhhh symbolise something

ALSO YOU KNOW WHAT’S INTERESTING

This is pointing at ANOTHER way. Without the boat. Possibly the Valued Employee (take the long walk) achievement?

I would check it right fucking now but my saves are fucked and I would have to replay everything again and I’m just too tired hhhh

Also Valued Employee does sound like someone who listens to their boss right?

And I’m getting the impression it’s not all Henry’s writing because it seems as if there is a different personality present? Idk

That sounds like sort of both of them. Joey is cheering for Henry, even if he’s planning to make him go through all of this again. Does he... have to make him go through it? That’s a bit odd. Joey nani the fuck.

I like the idea of Joey saying this ok lemme dream vskjvnskjvs

But it could be Henry (past/present/whatever) trying to cheer himself up like he did with the “Don’t be scared” message (if that was also him)

Oh, Henry...

Once people That implies that real people got somehow affected, right?

I love the halo and the bone, also you can see the bone only if you give it to Boris in Chapter 3

Wait It is The whole fucking Ink Machine Is inside Holy

A cooking gay.

Ink Demon/Joey parallel implication. I don’t think he is Bendy in a straight up sense though. He is/was a soulless boss, just how soulless Bendy was/is. I wonder if there is a studio version of him or HHHHHH complicated stuff

Is it like When people create something good but they just don't know when to stop it eventually ends up really bad And the Demon took The End so his cartoon couldn't be finished and it all had to keep going, Joey had to keep going Hm?

So like there is no message on Henry’s second desk

But it does trigger the same dialogue AND IT HURTS

Actually a lot of people missed the arrows so just so you know

But I thought we don’t like doors

Also it’s the last hidden message so I do believe it has a special meaning

CONCLUSION get Henry outta here and give him loads of therapy

Is his fucking last name Stein because he made monsters via the Ink Machine by powering it goddamnit Joey don’t trick people into creating that shit

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S1 Ep 40 PART 1/2: So Much Random Stuff Happens That It Requires Two Parts

Most of the time, Yugioh’s plot is delivered in nice, bizarre, bite-sized segments, offset by duels that I skip. But then, in this episode they decided “Hey, we should drop some plot. Like a lot of REALLY WACKY plot.”

And thus we have an episode with over 80 caps. So, this’ll be a two-parter! The other part will show up later. Like...when we finish it.

Also, despite the fact that this is probably one of the more important episodes of the season, it has quite some damage on the recording on Netflix. You’ll see that it isn’t really cropped right on the sides, and in some parts it’s got motion blur I couldn’t avoid. One day, Yugioh will get it’s Sailor Moon remaster, but this is not the day. Also, if they redubbed Yugioh, it would be an absolute tragedy, but that’s a different story.

TL;DR Forgive the massive amount of text in the upcoming recaps. There’s just so much they did and I uh...didn’t want this to end up being over 100 caps this episode alone.

So, lets get into it: The Yugi crew is looking for Pegasus.

For some reason, Tea suddenly remembers what went down the night before and decides “I bet Pegasus is hiding in that spooky tower we don’t actually know how to get into because we climbed it with a grappling hook.”

(Sometimes I get used to Yugi’s eyeliner and then they throw a shot like this at me and it’s like DAMN, Yugi, when did you have time to apply that stiletto heel to your face? Like most of the time I’m just put off by the awful hair and then the rest of the time I’m just really jealous of this emo boy’s wings.)

With that they suddenly remembered...the other stuff.

(read more under the cut)

I like how Joey is just so incredibly fed up with magic at this point. Out of all of them, he seems to hate magic the very most although his best friend is a walking dark magic portal. Joey is just completely done, but unfortunately for Joey it turns out all the magic up to this point hasn’t even remotely been the amount of magic that this show is going to throw at us, because this entire episode is a bunch of wizards just screwing with each other.

I’ve mentioned before that it feels like the power players of Yugioh are kinda like Greek Gods where they just really can’t be bothered about 95% of the time--but when they are FINALLY bothered enough to move their own ass, they just kinda sweep the floor clean and leave me utterly baffled.

Anyways, Pegasus actually is in the spooky tower, to my disbelief, at this non-euclidean desk that doesn’t seem to exist in time and space.

And then Kaiba wakes up in a cabbage-patch lookin jail cell. I would love to see more of his reaction to that but alas, this episode is not about Seto Kaiba.

Pegasus decided to make good on his word, mostly because Yugi is a cursed Pharaoh and he doesn’t want to see what happens if he doesn’t make his end of the bargain. To be quite honest, getting your mind scrambled would have probably been better than what did eventually happen to him in this episode.

Seriously, did this guy ever sell a painting that wasn’t a card? His portfolio would just be one person. And they do say that you shouldn’t make your portfolio too many styles but, damn, you can’t just do one person, unless your going to work for one specific type of video game, in which case sure just draw that one space punk chick over and over it seems to work for you.

Bakura decides to show up, and he’s very Bakura about it, introducing a new Bakura mechanic that I didn’t at all predict would ever be a thing.

Bless this storyboarder.

After showing off his weird tarot ability for no other good reason than to mess with Pegasus for a little bit, he decides to make me regret ever saying this necklace looked like it has five dicks.

I am so sorry, I had no idea! I had no idea it would be shooting lasers! What the hell, show?? What genre am I even watching anymore??

Also this whole concept that at any point these items can just shoot anime lasers and start a...whatever this trope is called, is so bizarre to me. They CAN do this...but they prefer to use cards.

They CAN do this, at any point, but they prefer to trap the souls of you and your friends in a card so you must play even more cards.

Or they can shoot you with a laser and solve their problems that way.

But why would they? They can like...play cards and do tarot and read minds and make card monsters real so who would ever want to shoot freakin lasers!

I do appreciate that Pegasus’ laser is pink like the salmon I chose for his font.

My bro argues that Pegasus probably sees just fine with the golden eyeball, but I feel like it can’t be the same, like a Spike Spiegal situation. It’s not like they ever tell us, anyway.

Him being alive for centuries is just never brought up for the rest of the episode. It comes up here and then Bakura’s like “Woopsie! Change the subject!”

Kid’s show!

As a kid an episode of the Rugrats freaked me the hell out--you know the one where Reptar becomes alive? I couldn’t take that one, it was terrifying. So maybe I’m not one to judge, because I was not a normal kid when it came to anxiety (in fact a legit phobia of dogs gave me pretty severe panic attacks on a weekly basis) but, it seems like Yugioh is a lot like brother’s Grimm because they are SO READY to cut off body parts, revive corpses, and overall gross me out, just to make a point.

Is it necessary? Eh.

But is it bizarre body horror we can stuff in this kid’s story? YES LETS DO IT.

With the way they set this up it looked as if they were just going to have them show up in the nick of time or something, but instead the show was like “lol, these kids? You’re kidding, right?”

He’s literally missing an eye and Croquet’s exact line was something like “he’s fallen ill.”

Also, I’m glad we got a cameo from Double-Spike Mohawk Mullet Man in this episode, giving Pegasus a fireman carry like a trooper.

So, because they can’t not, and because Pegasus’ security is only effective at random times of the day (they must have a lot of smoke breaks or something) the four decide to raid Pegasus’ bedroom. Why would you ever want to do this to the guy who was ritually sacrificing people the night before!?

Joey’s weird crushes on blondes that are...not in High School. Joey. Stop this. You are a child.

Anyways, Tea goes straight for the juicy stuff, because if there’s anything in this world that I would never ever want to read is a grown man’s journal filled with all his unfiltered thoughts.

Then we’re welcomed into a Pegasus Flashback, because why not make a tragic past even more tragic? Anyways, it’s OK because anime food lives here.

Bro called them gravity melons. I want to point out the party cups drawn from the side sitting on the round table we see from the top. Love it. Also realllllly love that guy with the mustache and glasses in the bottom right corner. There’s some good stuff here in this vaguely 80′s flashback.

Anyway, she totally dies. The flashback goes through things we’ve been over before--they get married, she gets sick, she turns into a rose and then becomes a grave in a really poorly kept graveyard.

And so Pegasus turns to religion. Yes, you read that right, He decides, he wants to find a religion that will explain afterlife to him, and he’s like I might as well start with the oldest and work up, so he goes to Egypt.

Uh...OK. I mean if you’re just looking for a religion with an afterlife you could have chosen...almost any of them. You could have stayed in America and like gone to...anywhere but, the guy was like “Mummies, youknow?” and went to Egypt although Cecelia is already dead and buried so it’s not like he can do the mummy trick to her now. It’s a little LATE?

My brother and I were so entranced by this bizarre hat, that we wanted to see if it’s ever been made real. AND IT HAS.

MARVEL AT IT:

IT IS VERY EXPENSIVE.

LOOK AT THAT DUMB HAT!

We checked Amazon for cheaper listings, but only found trucker hats with the Square Mason symbol on it, and Illuminati trucker hats like this one.

My brother wrote this note to them. I hope they read it and take it to heart.

Anyways, our newly found joy, held aloft by the discovery of perfect square brimmed hats was quickly sullied.

His hat is a transformer. But a round to square kind.

So in walks this guy. His name is Shadi. I’m telling you that right now because I want you to pay attention to how long it takes before we find out his name is Shadi. He is going to tell us his name at some point, and it’s very weird when it happens.

Pegasus doesn’t seem to realize it is not at all normal for a guy in modern Egypt to be walking around with this massive ankh on his chest (eh...you can’t see it in these pictures, but there’s a HUGE ankh just hanging around his neck) with earrings and pharaoh makeup. Pegasus is just that type of sheltered American. He’s like...well you look like someone from a movie so it must be legit. And that is how Pegasus decides to follow a guy who is clearly an ancient spooky wizard into an ancient death dungeon crypt.

I feel like Pegasus could have easily avoided this whole situation he got himself into.

Shadi has a whole speech about how the eyeball has a lot of power, and that he’s got to protect it all yada yada--but at the same time Shadi is like “BUT I gotta make sure some people use it so a lot of terrible things happen. You’d think I’d just...leave this stuff in this crypt so it’ll never be a problem and the world will never be cursed with terrible dark magic that was sealed away for thousands of years, but...I’m gonna make it happen anyway...and it’s not my fault...”

How many times has Shadi done this? It’s suggested that Pegasus is not the first.

It’s pretty gross, and while it’s done in shadow (which was a nice visual allusion to Shadow Magic), it’s still pretty gruesome for a kids show. To happen twice in one episode of this kid’s show, haha.

She calls him by his full name “Maxamillion” which made me realize he’s probably never shortened his name to “Max” in his entire life.

I’m glad Pegasus making out with a ghost happened on screen. This is now the most romance we’ve seen in all of Yugioh. Good.

So did Pegasus actually write the part where he made out with a vision, though?

I’m curious about how that process works. But, I don’t think we’ll ever find out.

Anyways, next time, on this very same episode of Yugioh:

Will Bakura stick this eyeball in he own eye or will he back out last minute and just hang it from his necklace and pretend it was there the whole time? Will Tea next read Pegasus’ food diary only to discover, in horror, that he drank upwards 60 liters of grape juice and far exceeded his daily calorie intake? Will security even realize these children have been snooping in all of Pegasus’ personal stuff for the past 30 minutes?

[wesknox]

☒ FACTS ABOUT W E S

FULL NAME: Wesley Ronald Knox

NICKNAMES: Wes, Weslington, Weasel, Wessy

BIRTHPLACE: Brighton and Hove, East Sussex

BIRTH DATE: 28th of December 2001

CURRENT AGE: 16

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

BODY MODIFICATIONS: Piercing on the left bottom lip

HEIGHT: 6 ft 2 (190 cm)

WEIGHT: 179 pounds (81 kg)

RELIGION: Christian-Catholic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

✔ L I K E S

Junk food, rock/indie/alternative music, poems, Charles Dickens’ books, Netflix, getting lost on the wrong side of Youtube, Brandon Urie’s voice, karaoke bars, midnight talks with Kyle, Edgar Allen Poe, going for late walks with Hamlet, gay bars/clubs, Maya Angelou, playing the guitar and chewing gum.

✘ D I S L I K E S

Bad grammar, homophobes, when his mum doesn’t have time for him, ignorance, pineable on pizza, any kind of sport, Mr. Creevey, shopping with Ronnie, maths, people interrupting him and people talking shit about people he cares about.

▲ T R A I T S

☼ GOOD: Reliable, charismatic, loyal, communicative and generous.

☢ BAD: Lazy, forgetful, dreamy, persistent, chaotic, stubborn, unstable and insecure.

☒ B A C K S T O R Y

- Wes’ mother works as a nurse and works basically ALL the time, that’s why she sent Wes to Clifton, she hated leaving him alone for days in a row. His mother is the most loving, generous and kind-hearted person you’ll ever meet. Wes admires her a lot for the things she does on a daily, working her ass off to help others. Although he doesn’t get to see her often, his mother is his rock. He can’t remember the last time he’s seen her without dark bags under her eyes, messy hair and scrub but she seems to be happy, so he is happy for her. His mum got him at a young age, so she’s a young mum and definitely proud of her “sunshine”. Her choice of men hasn’t been so lucky in the past; men coming and going and Wes always there to pick up the pieces. 

- Wes grew up without a father. His dad left him and his mother for another family when Wes was only a two years old. He doesn’t have any memories of him other than the birthday and Christmas cards he’s sending every year. Wes hates his father, every mention of him but easily sees a dad figure in every male adult or person of authority like teachers or doctors. A therapist would call it “daddy issues”.

- Wes also does have three paternal half sisters but he’s never seen or talked to any of them; just knows about the mere existence. He’s never been curious to find out more about them and since ignoring his father’s cards worked so far, he wants to keep it that way.

- Wes found his love for poetry and pretty words at a pretty early age. His kindergartener always read poems before afternoon nap and little Wes was so fascinated by the words being used, he begged his mum to get him all kind of kids editions of famous poem collections. She never understood it, she herself never having anything to do with poetry at all, but she accepted it. Not like she had much of choice when your five year old begs you for books. When Wes got older, he started writing some himself, his English teacher encouraging and challenging him. He liked Wes and Wes liked him. He saw only good in Wes, predicting a great future but unfortunately his mum never got to hear any of the good feedback he had on her son.

- He met his best friend, Kyle, in primary school and have been best friends ever since. Kyle is one of the most important people in Wes’ life, if not the most important. He can always count on him, no matter the time, no matter the circumstance. Kyle is Wes’ personal protector and never let anyone being mean to Wes slide. When the both of them started high school at Clifton, Ronnie came to the mix and the three have been inseperable since. Ronnie was exactly what he wished for Kyle; she was absolutely perfect for him.

- When Wes was thirteen he began struggling with his self-esteem. He thought he was too pale, too scrawny, too tall and his forming acne didn’t help the case either. He started showing symptoms of a mild depression, locking himself in his room unless it was Kyle who wanted to see him. His mum blamed herself and her constant absence and immediately sent him off to multiple therapy sessions, all of which didn’t help a whole lot. He hated it. 

- A year later, he realized he was gay. You could say, he always kind of knew that something was different, if his crush on Harry Potter was anything to go by, but at the age fourteen he admitted to himself after pining after Joey Carpenter for the longest time and jerking off to his school picture that he, in fact, liked dick and dick only. Later that summer, him and Joey Carpenter’s best friend started dating. The irony, huh. Although secretly, but Wes did believe he was in love back in the day and he would’ve done anything for Tim, that was his name. It was his first and only boyfriend, his first gay experience so more than handjobs and blowjob was not in it. They dated for three months but sooner or later, Wes found flithy texts to another boy on Tim’s phone. Not long after that, they broke up.

- At 15, Wes had his first time with a guy named Blake. Blake was older, hot and experienced. He met Blake at Why Not?, a gay bar in Bristol. Wes was immediately attracted to him, absolutely drawn to the authority the older radiated. Him and Blake went on a date or two until Wes let Blake fuck him. It hurt, but it was hot and Wes was happy he finally got it over with. How things go, the both of them ended things rather quickly after that and Wes started to get around. Thanks to his fake ID it was possible for him to lie about his age and sleep with guys older than he was at the time.

- Wes wanted a piercing. Not just any piercing but a lip piercing and he wanted it bad. Wes wasn’t old enough to get it done by himself, so when he asked his mother for approval, it was a no brainer. “Are you sure?” is all she asked and when Wes nodded enthusiastically, she signed the papers without second-guessing a thing. The next day, him and Kyle went to get pierced together.

- When it got out at school that Wes Knox was gay, most people took it well and were very accepting of the news while some people gave him disapproving looks. Especially a group of jocks made it their mission to make Wes’ life extraordinarily hard. Steven Dally, the leader of the pack definitely had it out for Wes and always had a stupid, homophobic remark on his tongue when he saw Wes. It was childish, and truly, Wes tried not to take it to heart, not the way Kyle did anyway. It wasn’t until he gave Steven Dally a blowjob in the showers after PE that the bullying got out of hand. Wes figured it was his way of dealing with regret or fear, but he ignored it for as long as he could until one afternoon Steven and his friends beat him up until he was spitting blood and his nose was broken. 

- Wes was seeking revenge. Something in his mind wanted to see Steven hurt in a way humanly unimaginable and it went further than seeing Kyle punch Steven in the face and him being expelled the next day. No, it had to go way deeper than that. On a way more emotional basis. So he set up a profile of a girl named Nicole Jennings. Nicole was pretty, young, independent and absolutely irressistable. Every guy’s wet dream. What started out as a plan to get back at Steven Dally, turned into something way more... fun. 

- It was a good laugh. Kyle and him laughing at the sexual frustrated guys that were more than willing to share all kind of pictures with Nicole, but soon their nightly rituals of laughing at other people’s expense lost its charm to Kyle and he told Wes to delete Nicole’s profile. But Wes didn’t do as told and started to find a liking in being Nicole, in being someone else -- no, he took things even further. He was insecure and as Nicole, he had all the guys wrapped around his little finger. He sexted, broke hearts without even a blink of his eye or showing any kind of remorse. It didn’t matter to him, because he was being someone else. He didn’t have to face any sort of consequences. 

- It wasn’t until he found Jake Seringway on Facebook. Jake being recommended as “people you may also know” and while Wes would’ve definitely remembered a face like Jake’s, he looked at his profile anyway and looked through the things Jake Seringway liked, what kind of photos he posted, what kind of people he hung out with and what schools he went to. Although Jake didn’t seem like the guy to accept  a stranger’s friend request, Wes, disguised as beautiful Nicole Jennings, tried his luck anyway - and a few hours later, Jake accepted it.

- What Wes knows now, Jake was different from the start. He wasn’t needy or frustrated, he was full of life and honest interest. While Wes texted with other guys beside Jake, Jake was his favourite person to talk to, the person he would always drop everything for in order to answer his texts. He stayed up long nights in order to talk to Jake, to hear how his day was and what his dreams and aspirations are. Wes himself revealed so much of himself, something he didn’t do before, but it was so easy with Jake and he wanted him to know. Sooner or later, Jake was all Wes thought about. During class, they would text each other and Wes got in so much trouble for texting (damn Mr. Creevey), but he didn’t care and before he knew it, he was falling. Hard and undeniably. All the other boys were irrelevant and all that mattered was JakeJakeJake. After months of texting they agreed to be a couple, Wes always finding an excuse as to why they can’t meet up. Although there was this big, massive lie in between them, Wes was happy and for the first time in his life, truly in love.

- Jake transfered to Clifton when Wes was in year 9 and to say it was a shock, would be the understatement of the year. Jake was even more beautiful in real life; muscular with long legs, a nice butt and that smile had Wes weak in the knees. Wes would’ve loved to snog him right then and there and just blurt out the whole truth, that hey, it’s me, I’m Nicole. I’m your girlfriend. Wes wanted to end it as soon as he saw Jake for the first time. Suddenly everything got so real, too real and it dawned on Wes what the hell he was actually doing, playing someone so dirty. One time he ran into Jake and talked to him for the first time as Wes and Wes was a stuttering mess but Jake was so kind and so nice and so straight and Wes wanked that night until he started to cry.

- The day he told Jake, was the worst of his life so far. He hated himself -- he was downright disgusted with himself. How could he ever look into Jake’s eyes again or anyone’s for that matter after what he did? He deserved the black eye he was sporting for two weeks and even more than that. He faked being sick for a week until Grimmy found out and forced him back to classes. Wes underwent heartbreak for the first time in his life.

- When Jake and him started to be something like friends, he couldn’t believe his luck. Couldn’t believe this was happening after all he’s done, but he figured it was typical and so Jake because Jake was kind, nice and all the things Wes wasn’t - not after what he did. 

- Wes hasn’t slept with anyone since going out with Jake as Nicole. Even now, while the both of them are still friends, Wes can’t bring himself to go see someone else, even if it’s just sex. Not when everything seems like Jake might give him a chance. Not when Jake kisses him and acts like it didn’t happen the next two weeks. Not when Jake is still the main inspiration in his poetry.

- Wes usually chills in his room, listening You Me At Six or pines over Brendon Urie’s jawline. The latter he would easily deny. He works on his poems and tries not to make any enemies or stand out, which to be fair is going along quite smoothly since him, Kyle and Ronnie do not quite fit the popular type. People would probably refer to the trio as misfits and none of them seem to mind. Kyle with his colourful hair that change every month, Ronnie with her idiotic yet adorable bowties and Wes.. being, well, Wes.

- After Clifton, Wes wants to study Creative Writing at NYU. He’s always had this straight fascination with New York and it’s always been his dream to someday move and live there. While he’s going to miss his mum, he believes she won’t be sad for too long, her first love always being her job. He wants to be a writer and inspire people with his words, just like Edgar Allen Poe, Charles Dickens or Maya Angelou did. 

[venactricisfics]

What’s Life Without A Little Risk?

Negan X OC, Smut, Oral, Negan-like language. Continuation of Unexpected.

@negans-network @neganmorgan @mypapawinchester @jeffreynegan @ask-kakashihatake

I relax against the door of my Sanctuary apartment.  The walk of shame wasn’t much different now than it was before. But this time I wasn’t really ashamed. I probably should be. He was ‘married’. Though I guess there was no divorce court or did it count that the man had a dozen wives.

And I sure as shit wasn’t gonna be one. Not that he’d asked.

I wipe the sweat and the judgmental look from my face. We all do what we have to do to survive. I hadn’t done that. But I saw the appeal. It would be easier to just latch on to someone that could protect you when you couldn’t fight for yourself. But me? I was just too damn independent. And I’d fought long before the shit show began.

Quickly I changed and brushed my teeth. I needed to get out of the Sanctuary for at least a couple hours. Clear my head. Flashes of his lips, his hands invade my thoughts at every turn. I suck in a breath and slide my piece in its holster at my hip. My finger softly tracing the carving on the butt. The one that reminded me the gun I carried was Negan’s. Not mine. I was alive in his good graces. Could be dead if that’s what he wanted.

I suck in a breath and step outside my apartment door. Groaning when I see Fat Joey walking my direction. In no mood for him or anyone else, I start to turn the opposite direction.  

He’s the only other one that knows. Joey has a big goddamn mouth. Fuck!

“Hey, Joey,” I offer a smile in his direction. He grins stupidly looking down at me. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“OK?” he replies, “You’re one of Negan’s girls now. Whatever you want.”

Heat flashes across my face, “I am NOT one of Negan’s girls.” I pull my gun and shove the man against the wall, barrel pressed hard against Joey’s temple. “You tell any-fucking-body about what happened with me and him, and I will kill you.”

I’d never done anything like that before. I had skills. Against the dead. Protecting our people. But I’d never been violent before. Joey easily had a hundred pounds on me. He could have crushed me. But he didn’t. His voice shaky as he replied, “I… I won’t say a word. Promise.”

Holstering my gun, I nod, “Get the fuck outta here.” I wait until Joey had made his way down the hall and out of sight before leaning my back against the wall.  What the hell was I doing?

I catch my breath again. I couldn’t go out there distracted. Not alone. And there is no one in these walls I could talk to about this. I couldn’t take their looks. They’d think I’d chosen the easy way. If I was honest with myself, maybe I did think about it. Being one of his wives.

I glance back at the Sanctuary and back to the gate in front of me. It rattles loudly when I slide it opening catching the attention of the corpses in the yard. Their jaws open and close, a rustle of a growl falls from them. “Shut up.”

I didn’t take one of the cars. I didn’t want to draw that much attention to myself, so I set out on foot. A stroll in the woods to clear my head, make me feel like me again.

“Why was I so stupid?” I spoke the words out loud as I slump down against a tree trunk. My eyes closed as the tears trail down my cheeks. I let my guard down again.  With Negan of all people.  I suck in a breath. Maybe it was just sex. Hell, even I needed to scratch that itch every now and then.  He was a damn good fuck. I groan at the memory of him between my thighs.  The heat from his breath against my skin.

“Well fuck me sideways,” his baritone unmistakable, “why is your ass out here and not back in my bed?”

“Maybe because I’d rather be out here,” I wipe my face with the back of my hand before I look up at him. That damn grin of his.

“I find that incredibly hard to fucking believe. Just thinking of the way your pussy clamped around me made my dick almost jump outta my pants,” he paces in front of me, Lucille resting on his shoulder.

I brush the dirt from the back of my pants after standing. “You are out of your mind. It’s just been a while,” I swallow hard, “I could have reacted that way with anyone.”

“Ouch,” he places his hand over his heart feigning a hurt expression, “but it wasn’t just anyone was it?” I turn away from him. I couldn’t let him read my face. He’s right. All of his lieutenants’ apartments were equipped with showers and hot water.  If I’d have gone into Gavin or Dwight’s rooms, I could have been in and out of there showered shaved and untouched.  Simon may have made a move. So would have Regina. I think. I hadn’t exactly wrapped my head around that one. But I didn’t go into any of their rooms. It was Negan’s.

“It doesn’t have to be a big thing, alright,” I bite my lip feeling the heat of his body as he stands close behind me.  I feel Lucille’s sweet spot brushing against my calf when Negan’s hands cup my hips.

“Oh sweetheart, you /know/ it’s a big thing,” I hear the smirk in his voice as he grinds into my ass, “but if you don’t want it. I’m not gonna force you.” He spins me around.  I lock my gaze with his. I could have lost myself in those hazel eyes.

“Fuck...I… Move,” I push him out of the way distracted by the walker inches away from him. Fingers grasp quickly for my gun.  My finger squeezes the trigger and a bullet splatters its brains all over the forest floor.

“Come on,” his voice stern, “Every dead prick for miles heard that shit.”

“Is that your way of saying thanks?” Narrowing my brows. It was stupid of me to fire a gun without a silencer. Not for one walker. I couldn’t seem to get my shit together. He was in my head now. Distracting me.

“You think I need protection, sweetheart?” His eyes cut from me to the roamers that heard the shot, “Fuck. Let’s go too many of them.”

“We won’t be able to get back,” I move quickly through the woods. The line of walkers blocked the path back to the road. “Follow me. There’s a place up ahead.”

“Move your ass, I’ll be right behind you,” he swings his bat, collapsing the skull of a corpse that got too close. I couldn’t hear my thoughts over the pounding of my heart. Racing deeper into the woods.

“Well well,” he smiles again as I lock the door to the cottage, “you been keeping things from me?”

“I didn’t mean to,”  dust leaps off the oversized sofa as I flop down, “this is just a place I found to be alone. Read, without being bothered.” I glance around at the bookshelves filled with various ones I’d scavenged over the years.

“I ain’t mad at you,” he leans Lucille against the wall, his long legs move him closer to me, “I’ll let you have it.” His gloved hand lifts my chin so my eyes meet his.

“What do I have to do?”

The frowns releasing me, “If I haven’t made it crystal fucking clear, you don’t have to fuck me if you don’t want to,” the smirk returns to his lips, “Though we both know you want to. I’m giving you this place out of the goodness of my fucking heart.”

“You never do anything out of the kindness of your heart,” boldly I stand up in front of him, “with you there’s always something. Everything is yours, right?”

“Damn fucking right,” he says, “everything is /mine/.”

“I’m not. I can’t be.”

“You can’t be what?” his heat-filled eyes bore into me.

“I can’t be yours. I’m not one of those women who need to get on their backs for a man to come to their rescue. I don’t need /your/ protection. I can take care of myself.”

“I have no fucking doubt that you can protect yourself,” he responds, “That’s part of what makes you super fucking hot.”

“Don’t you get fucking exhausted of that?” Squaring off in front of the man, probably not my best idea. But there’s no turning back now.

“Of what?”

“Being an asshole all the time.” My heart pounds loudly in my chest. With a movement, he could end me if he chooses. But I wanted to see him. To see if there was something more to him than just posturing.

“What did you say to me?” He stares down at me. My eyes searching his for something in his. Anything.

“You heard me,” it’s too late to turn back down the road I’d traveled on. I’d figure him out one way or the other. If he was truly sadistic or if this was the persona he put on to survive.

“I was right about you,” his lips curve into a smile, “you got some massive balls on you, sweetheart.” His body relaxes and he settles down on the sofa, pulling me down beside him.

“Wait, what?”

“It’s gonna be a while before the dead fuckers clear out,” he responds. As if on queue a crash of thunder echoes from outside, “as much as I’d like to see you /wet/. I’d much rather stay outta the rain.”

“Are you fucking with me?” I turn facing him. “When we get back there you gonna throw me in one of your cells or burn my face?”

“Is that what you think of me?” his eyes almost sad somehow. “You think I’d punish you for calling me an asshole?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I just don’t understand you,” I let myself relax a little. “I want to.”

“I’m not hard to understand,” he says, “You’re right, I’m an asshole. I have to be. Maybe I always was.” He rakes his hand down his face. I’d never seen him in this light before. Well other than last night.

“You don’t have to be,” Unable to stop myself, my hand reaches up caressing his bearded cheek. “Not with me.”

“I /always/ have to be, no exceptions,” he responds accentuating his words.

“None?” I inch closer, forgetting myself again. Forgetting that who he is. Seeing who I know he can be. Or maybe just who I want him to be. I press my lips softly to his.

I’m not certain if I’d caught the man off guard but he responds to the kiss gently. Not as possessive as the one's last night. “None,” he speaks against my lips as I lean back pulling him with me.

His hand moves slightly over the soft cotton of my shirt. It wasn't eager or forceful but almost lovingly. My hands move along his neck a push at that stupid leather jacket he always wore, shoving it down his shoulders.

“Slow down sweetheart,” he raises to slide his arms from his jacket, “I might get the idea that you actually want me.”

“Shut up,” I mutter pulling him back to me, longing to taste his lips again. My hand inches down his chest, along his torso, finding the bulge in his jeans. As quickly as I found him, he pulls my hand away, pinning it to the couch above my head.

“You are gonna make me lose my cool, sweetheart,” he pins my other wrist above my head. “I’ve told you already about fucking telling me to shut up.” With one hand he holds both wrists as his other moves down my body. I groan when he cups my mound over my jeans.

“What was that sweetheart?” Negan’s fingers pop open the button and yanks down my zipper. “I didn’t hear an apology.” The grip on my wrists tightens and with the other hand fingers trace my folds through the satin panties I was wearing.

“I.. I’m sorry,” words fall from my lips a whimper.

“Fuck,” he groans tugging my panties aside. “You’re practically soaked and I’m barely touching you.”  Nodding I look up at him, moaning as his finger glides over my clit. “I like that sound you made there, goddamn.” His thumb finds my clit, playing over the sensitive nub. My hips buck against his hand, needing the friction. “Hold on, we got plenty of time.” He pulls his hand from my pants, releasing me and sitting back on the couch.  His eyes cut to the boarded up window, “It’s piss pouring rain out there so it’ll be a while before we can head back.”

Sucking in a breath I squirm free, attempting to straighten my clothes. “Why do you do this to me?” I rest my head in my hands. I didn’t want to want him but fuck I lost my head around him.

“I’m not doing anything to you,” his voice softer than normal. “Nothing that you don’t want.”

“I know, my head's all over the place about you.” I stand up pacing the floor. “You’ve got so much drama around you. Your wives, your men. I don’t want in the middle of all that. But…”

I turn back toward him, “fuck… I can’t fucking help myself when it comes to you.”

I never kneeled for him before. He didn’t push the issue. Not with me or most of the other women. But now I dropped down on my knees in front of him. Cupping his face in my hands, my lips press against his. Hard and fierce. Wanting, needing. No more doubts.  I tug free his belt and slip my hand inside his pants. Stroking him long and slow as my lips mold against his.

“Sh-it, girl,” he says as I pull away for a moment to focus more on freeing him from his pants. “You really know how to work my dick.” I shake my head and lock my gaze with his. My hand stroking his full length.

“I want you to cum for me,” my words matter of fact.

“Don’t worry that’ll fucking happen,” he scoots to the edge of the couch leaning back, letting me work him. His cock twitches in my hand as my lips press against the head of him. Tongue gliding over the slit, seeping with precum. I moan at the taste of him.  My lips wrap eagerly around the head of his member, inching slowly down. Taking in all of him. My free hand cups his balls massaging gently. I suck hard. Just once, before bobbing my head back up. I look up at him, his eyes dark as they look back down at me.

“Fu-uck,” he mutters, his fingers tangle in my hair. I move my lips up and down his length. Bobbing up and down. Side to side, my hand stroking in time with the movement of my lips. The grip of his fingers in my hair tightens. I know it’s all he can do to keep from thrusting in my mouth. But he knew in this moment I needed to be in control. He gave me control.  Letting go. Hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. My head lifts slightly and I suck the head draining every drop from him.

“Goddamn,” he shouts as I pop him from my lips. “None of my wives suck my dick like that.” I raise up settling on the couch beside him, a thumb wiping the corners of my lips as they curve into a smile. I’d have to get used to that. Being compared to them. I couldn’t imagine myself as one of them though.

“Well, I guess I have value now,” I smirked over at him.

“Fuck that,” he replied, staring over at me, “Even before you snuck into my room last night, you had fucking value. You were noticed. And not just because you have a nice ass.” He pulls me closer to him, draping his arm around my shoulders, “And you have a /nice/ ass. But you don’t take shit from no body. Even me. And I /like/ that.”

“You like me telling you how you are?” I look up at him puzzled.

“As long as you don’t bust my balls in front of the men, why the fuck not?” He moves his arm and stands up. “I gotta take a piss. One moment.” I watch him stand. I hadn’t given myself the chance to notice him before. His long legs. The way he walks like he owns the world. And in many ways, I guess he does own this world. When he moves down the hallway I stand, peering out the boarded up windows. Watching as the rain comes down and the room grows darker. Smiling, I grab a battery powered lamp from the bookshelf and walk down the hall.

“We may be here a while longer,” I call in the direction of the bathroom. “It’s a monsoon out there.” I turn heading the opposite direction into the bedroom. Digging through the drawers I pull out a bag of chips from the Sanctuary and a couple bottles of water. I smile as he steps into the room. “You think they can manage a night without you?”

“Those shit for brains, maybe,” he smiles that fucking smile of his at me. “But if we go back and it’s burned to the ground it’ll be worth it.” He rests his hands on my hips, pulling me flush against him.

My fingers curl into his t-shirt and I step up on my toes, “You think so?” My lips brush against his.

“I fucking know so,” his hands move down my thighs lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. Fingers comb through the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head. Our lips press hungrily together. He carries me and drops me on the bed. Smiling down at me as he lifts one foot to untie my boot. Slow, too fucking slow. He dropped the boot to the floor and starts at the second one. He chuckles seeing the frustration on my face.  “You want my dick that bad?”

“Quite possibly,” I raise up on my elbows to look at him. My eyes travel from his face down the bulge in his pants, “But I think you want my pussy just as bad.” He yanks my pants down swiftly.

“You would be right about that,” he toes off his own boots and drops his pants to the floor and pulls his shirt up over his head. He plops down on the bed beside my fingers ghosting over my soft skin as he pushes my shirt up. His lips find mine again as his hand cups my tit in his hand. His thumb circling the nipple as it hardens to a peak.

My moans muffled by his lips on mine. He rolls me onto my back, balancing his weight on his elbows resting on either side of my head. His dick hard, pressing against my thigh. I squirm trying to position myself under him. He smiles against my lips, his hand moves down between my legs finding me wet and wanting. He shifts taking his cock in his hand, eyes locked on mine as he tickles my entrance with the head before thrusting hard inside me. I let out a deep moan as he drives deep inside me, filling me to the hilt with his length.  

“Mother fucker,” he groans, “fuck me, goddamn.” He pulls out and thrusts back hard. I thought about telling him to shut up again but drop the idea. Negan likes the sound of his voice. And the booming sound of his voice just made me even wetter.  

My hands grip tight to the muscles in his back, urging him deeper and faster. He complied with hard fast thrusts inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Open your eyes,” he groans, “I want to see them when you cum.”

I nod my gaze fixed on his. “Fuck me harder.” He hooks one of my legs over his arm with a smirk and pumps faster inside me. My hips lift to meet each exquisite thrust. His hand slides between us finding my clit, rubbing in tandem. My senses in overdrive as I feel my body start to tremble under him. My walls tighten around him. My head falls back.

“Look at me,” he orders his movements more deliberate. My dark, pupils almost blown as I look at his face.  The spark starts at my clit, where his finger is playing me like a cello, radiating along my legs and flame ignites inside as he brushes the exact spot. “Fuck you are even hotter when you cum.”  He drives once more hard before pulling out and releasing all over my stomach.

My heart pounds in my chest as I start to come down from my euphoria. I look over at him then grabbing an old shirt from the former occupants from the floor. Wiping his cum off and chuckle. “You made a mess.” He smirks as he glides his finger between my thighs, “So did you, sweetheart.”

Sleep came easily lying next to him. My naked body pressed against his. My head resting on his chest.

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I let out a groan when the sun peeked between the boards of the window. My arm reaching up to cover my eyes.  I reach over trying to find him, his warmth finding his spot in the bed empty. My eyes open and I stare at the ceiling. Realizing it’s time to get back to the Sanctuary. Back to reality. Negan would never be mine. And I couldn’t belong to him. Not in the way everyone else was his. I wipe away a tear. It was just a fantasy.

I crawl from the bed and dress.  Wondering how long ago he had left. Or if I should go back or move on. It’s safe in the Sanctuary or safer than anyone else out there. Hell, better or worse it was my home.

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I make my way into the living room. Surprised to see the back of his head as he sits on the dusty couch. His feet up as he munches on the bag of chips I’d left out. “Well good morning to /you/.”

“I thought you’d left,” I settle down beside him on the couch.

He chuckles, “I was looking forward to morning sex.”

I snort, “I bet you were, cowboy.”  I reach into the bag grabbing a handful of chips, “But that is all the food I have here. And I need breakfast.”

“You didn’t plan your seduction shit very well now did you?” he replies.

“You are supposed to be seducing me. Come on,” I feel my stomach growl, “I can make you pancakes.”

“A good fuck and a cook?” he stands towering over me, “I think I’m in fucking love.”

I offer him a smile, knowing he was joking, I wanted to say it back. But I’d heard his wives say they loved him. They didn’t mean it.  And I didn’t say shit, I don’t mean. And I want to be certain I could deal with all the Neganized drama that came along with him before I let my heart get invested. Let my heart get more invested.

I look out the boarded up window then back to him, “It’s clear.” He rested Lucille on his shoulder and held the door open for me. We walk back in the direction of the Sanctuary in silence. If I were with anyone else I wouldn’t have questioned it. But Negan, he likes to talk.

Stopping to look up at him, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t fucking share a bed with my wives,” he responds, “I screw ‘em and leave ‘em to themselves. But with you twice. Not so sure how the fuck I feel about it.”

“Next time,” I swallow hard, “I can leave after. Or we can stop this, whatever the fuck it is before it gets started. I won’t cause problems.”

“We can play this shit by ear,” he smirks, “You suck my dick too damn good to give that shit up.” My cheeks flush and I start walking again.  “You can play bashful all you want, sweetheart.”