#you have to admire him otherwise nah

[your-girl-circe]

You have to choose your man based on what he is willing to teach you.There is nothing more attractive than an intelligent successful man.

[2hightocare]

DOWN BAD! 03

Synopsis: Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing.

Pairings: bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader

Genres: college au. slowburn!

Warnings: drugs. mention of abuse, abusive household, fighting, screaming, crying, reader is down bad.. unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, making out, throwing up, fluff if you kinda squint, love confession, angst, banter between them both, cussing, Jungkook sucks at showing his feelings, complicated relationship, flashbacks.

a/n: hi.. sorry this took longer to put out but finals week is here— but here🥳 i recommend reading the first parts before this for it to make more sense k bye bye🤍

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The aching feeling in your chest didn’t disappear; it only increased the more you cried. Your palm clawed your chest, soothing over your clothes as if it would help lessen the pain. Your heart felt like it was getting repeatedly run over by a train. Each time you would gasp for air, another heartbreaking sob came flowing out of your mouth. It was crazy how down bad you are over this boy.

Seeing the person you love the most lose themselves to drugs was the most heart-wrenching pain you have ever experienced. The worst thing was you were losing yourself over him.

“I want a big house, with all that white picket fence shit,” you say, your hands playing with his hair as he melts into your touch.

“Not happening, baby,” he chuckles, his hand on your waist squeezing. “And I want a ring the size of my fist,” you ignore him, extending a hand out, imagining how a ring would look on your ring finger. “We’re not getting married or getting a house,” he rasps out, a hint of amusement displayed on his face matching yours.

“I think we should get a dog as well, don’t you think?” You continue, making him throw his head back with a laugh. “There would be no dog, and house, baby. Because I will be in jail after trying to rob a bank to pay for your big-ass ring,” Jungkook states, tilting his head to the side to drop a kiss on your cheek, the gesture sending your heartbeat skyrocketing in your chest.

“So you do want to get married!?” You jest happily, tugging on his hair playfully, making him let out a low groan before shaking his head, laughing. His laugh was one of your favorite sounds in the world.

The memory was like a punch into your gut, over and over again without stopping. Him leaving you on the floor of your room crying keeps replaying in your mind. The thought of him actually leaving never crossed your mind until now. He always comes back, you thought to yourself as you pick yourself up from the ground. Your knees weaken as another cry rakes through your body as you drop onto your bed face down.

As much as you wanted to run after him, you knew better not to. Your self-respect was hanging by a thread, and you were scared of what you would do if you see him at this very moment. The thought of you on your knees begging him to change burned in your mind.

You knew love shouldn’t be this hard, but that didn’t stop your mind from trying to convince you otherwise. Memories of him started circulating around your head, sending a strong shot of pain to spread through your body. You try your best to control your sobs, but it is almost useless as sixteen-year-old Jungkook appears in your mind.

“Hi,” you quip, skipping towards him.

“Hi,” he says, the edge of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Finally, I see you again. You aren't in my homeroom.” You pout, noticing how his eyes go from your eyes to your lips to your body. “That's good, no? I wouldn't want to be a distraction.” He flirts almost nonchalantly, which sends a swarm of butterflies to flap around your stomach. You bite your lip before crossing your legs.

“Do you always flirt with every woman that comes up to you?” You tilt your head to the side, letting your hair fall beautifully over your shoulders, making Jungkook admire.

“Nah, only with cute girls I met on the first day of school in the front office after she got in a fight with someone for ripping holes in her tights,” Jungkook shrugs. You smile as you look him up and down. His hair is messy but not so messy that it looked like he got in a fight. His uniform fitted his body perfectly, making you jealous that girls got to look at him. His tie was tied neatly around his neck—but your mind was playing tricks with you as you imagined him using his tie in other ways that weren't exactly appropriate, but that's what reading Wattpad did to a girl.

“Is that so?” you chuckle as you watch him nod.

“What's your type?” he asks, catching you off guard. Your hands play with the hem of your skirt. “Dimples, brown eyes...” You tap your chin as you playfully look up as if you were thinking. “I like them tall as well. How tall are you?” you ask him, pointing at him, waiting for his reply. “Five ten,” he replies casually, amusement clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, I like them five ten.”

You felt as if you had a ball stuck in your throat. The more you tried to calm down, another batch of fresh tears pooled down your eyes. Your eyes were bloodshot, tears mixed with your mascara leaving streaks of black all over your cheeks. Before you knew it, you fell asleep with a broken heart.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he lights up the cigarette between his lips, his body craving the drugs. Instead of running to his dealer's house, he imagines your distraught face. He takes a large puff from the stick, letting it fill his lungs, but it's not enough. His tattooed hand tugs on his hair-body shaking, which he would like to think is from the cold, trying to ignore the fact he's going through withdrawals.

He didn't dare go home; he couldn't face his mom. He knew he would lose his mind if he saw another bruise decorating her skin. Another chill ran down his spine as he exhaled. His muscles ached, and sweat started to form on his forehead. The feeling of wanting to throw up was almost unbearable. Before he knew it, he was puking over a bush. He couldn't catch his breath before another roar of vomit came rushing out of him.

"It's fine," Jungkook repeated under his breath. Before he knew it, his feet moved towards the only person who could help him.

"You look like shit, buddy," Yoongi chuckles. "The regular?" He raised an eyebrow, and Jungkook nodded eagerly, his hands shaking as he watched Yoongi pull out a small bag of white circular pills-oxycodone.

"Here." Yoongi shoved the bag into Jungkook's hand, harshly taking the dollar bills from him and counting them.

"Thanks," Jungkook nodded, his feet moving to the door before stopping abruptly.

"That pretty girl that's always running behind you, that's your girl?" Yoongi says, licking a piece of paper with his tongue before rolling it up into a perfect small joint. Jungkook's body stiffened; he didn't like the fact that Yoongi knew who you were and that he mentioned you as pretty sent a chill down his body.

"Nah, she's just someone I know from school," Jungkook says, his voice stoical, showing zero emotion as he lies through his teeth. "Why?" Jungkook added a couple of seconds later. A small smirk appeared on Yoongi's face.

"She came looking for me," Yoongi starts, placing the rolled-up paper between his lips while his other hand uses a lighter to light it up. He blows a couple of times before he takes a hit, letting it fill his airways.

"She told me she'd give me a shit ton of money if I stop selling to you." Yoongi chuckles the words out, making Jungkook's throat close up and his lungs stop working.

"She also told me to go 'fuck myself," Yoongi mocks you in a high-pitched voice before bursting into laughter. "She's fucking bad, though. She had this tiny ass skirt-and her tits, man-" Yoongi whistles lowly.

Before Jungkook knew it, he was striding towards Yoongi, yanking the joint out of his mouth and throwing it somewhere around the room. Jungkook's hands gripped both sides of Yoongi's shirt, pulling him upwards from the couch.

"Don't. Fucking. Talk. About. Her," Jungkook seethes, his jaw clenched as Yoongi lets out a surprised gasp.

"Don't even fucking look at her." Jungkook shakes Yoongi. "The fuck is wrong with you?" Yoongi pushes Jungkook off. The smirk he always had plastered on his face is long gone, replaced by a shocked expression.

"Listen here, whatever the fuck I got to do with you has nothing to do with her. I don't give a single fuck if she came up to you. Next time you ever see her, don't even glance her way, don't even breathe near her. Because I promise you l will fucking kill you. I'm not scared of jail." Jungkook growls before pushing Yoongi back onto the couch.

Before he could reply, Jungkook strode for the door and slammed it shut.

Jungkook's heart rapidly beats in his chest. The adrenaline and anger fueling his body has him cursing under his breath. As much as Jungkook wanted to punch Yoongi straight in the jaw, he knew things wouldn't end well. So instead, he walked straight to the house where he knew was the last place he should go.

It was almost five in the morning when a small sound woke you from your sleep. Your head pounded, and your body and heart felt numb. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, blinking fast as you caught a shadow outside your window. Immediately, you shot up from your bed.

Your heart started again as you rushed to open the window. With a small gasp, you pulled the boy inside your room.

“You’re here! Are you okay?” You took hold of his face, checking him frantically. “Look at me.” You grabbed his face and made him look at you. His eyes bored into yours—the small glittering light in his eyes sparkled for a second before being replaced with empty eyes, almost angry.

“I’m not high,” he groaned, removing your hand from his face. You let them fall beside you with a small, weathery breath.

“That’s good.” You sniffed, but he stepped back when you reached for him, as if your touch was poison. He felt distant and gone, like he wasn’t really in front of you. “You met Yoongi,” he said, his tone cold, lacking the warmth he always used when talking to you.

“I did,” you nodded, your eyes welling up with tears threatening to spill at any moment. “He told me what you did.” His voice was almost nonchalant, which sent a shiver down your body. He was slipping through your fingers like water, no matter how hard you tried to hold on.

“You went to him?” you said, your hands forming into fists beside you as you pressed your nails into your palms, possibly leaving red marks.

“None of your business,” he replied. “I don’t know what sort of shit you tried to pull, but never fucking do it again,” Jungkook bluntly stated.

“You always say it’s not my fucking business, but it fucking is.” You gritted your teeth, anger bubbling in your stomach.

“How the fuck would that be any of your business? From what I recall, we are nothing.” He scoffed, his heart cracking in his chest as the words left his mouth, watching your face fall before recovering.

“Why the fuck are you here, then? It is my fucking business,” You said, tone deadly.

“It is my fucking business because I fucking care about you, Jungkook! You might not notice it, but I love you. I’m so tired of acting like I don’t when all I want is you. I just want you. You.” You cried almost erratically, Jungkook's mouth opening before closing.

“I love you,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face just like the raindrops on your closed window. “I know you do too; if not, you wouldn’t be here.” A shaky breath left you as you wiped your eyes with a sniffle.

Jungkook’s heart suddenly felt lighter, but the pain in his body didn’t go away. When your words left your mouth, his heart stopped, and the thoughts he came to tell you about were long forgotten. He looked at your puffy, smudged mascara eyes and your pouty lips that begged to be kissed, making the thoughts in his head vanish into thin air.

“You don’t mean that,” Jungkook finally said, and you could almost hear the faint sound of your heart cracking at his words.

Before you could reply, Jungkook dropped onto his knees, shaking. It was pathetic how fast you dropped beside him, getting a hold of his body. “I’m going to die, fuck.” Jungkook shook in your arms, closing his eyes with a loud curse. “Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook growled. You frantically touched him; his body was burning up as he shook in your arms.

“What’s going on?” you cried, coaxing him. Small reassuring ‘you're going to be okay’ left your mouth repeatedly as you held him tight to your chest while he shook and whimpered in pain. “Fuck, need this to go away,” Jungkook shook as he reached for his pocket and pulled out a small bag of pills. His hands shook as he tried to open the bag, fumbling.

“Baby, help me. I need this to go away.” Jungkook cried, tears rushing down his face as he struggled to open the bag.

A heart-wrenching sob escaped past your mouth as you noticed the position you were in. It was like a scene in a film. Jungkook shook his head repeatedly as you took the bag out of his hands and placed it behind you, somewhere he couldn’t reach. “Help me,” Jungkook pleaded, his calloused hands tight on your waist as he shut his eyes in agonizing pain.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, your fingers wiping his tears.

“Make it go away,” Jungkook cried, the most vulnerable you had ever seen him as he begged you to give him the drugs. It was like you were stuck in a love triangle with him and his last drug of choice.

Jungkook looked at you, his face desperate. “Make it go away,” he pleaded. And that’s exactly what you did, just not in the way Jungkook was thinking. Your lips smashed into his, making his eyes widen before fluttering closed, melting into you.

His tense shoulders immediately relaxed, dropping as the furrowed crease between his forehead softened.

As your lips molded with his perfectly, Jungkook felt his walls start to drop, brick by brick. Your hands held his face tightly, each kiss feeling like a battleground where you both fought with your mouths instead of words. The taste of bitterness mingled with the intoxicating sweetness of longing-a drug that left Jungkook craving more as you tore apart to catch your breath.

Heat surged through your veins, a fiery storm of conflicting emotions raging within. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a hunger you couldn't deny, even as anger simmered beneath the surface. Before you could say anything, Jungkook grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Your body melted against his, a wave of warmth flooding your senses as his lips met yours again.

It was a moment you had dreamed of, yearned for with every fiber of your being, and now it was here, surpassing all of your wildest expectations. Time seemed to stand still, allowing you to savor every precious second of it.

"Use me," you moaned between the kisses as you gasped for air.

"Forget about everything and just focus on me." You gasped as his lips shut you up once again.

His hands caged your face as his lips molded against yours. Tongues danced together, exploring each other with an unspoken hunger, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of the kiss.

"Fuck, I should've kissed you sooner," Jungkook groaned, his hand sliding gently into your hair. He tugged it back, exposing your neck to his hungry gaze.

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as his lips found a new place to explore.

His head dipped to your neck, peppering kisses all over. A soft moan left your lips as he sucked on your sweet spot, leaving a red-purple mark on your collarbone. "So pretty," he said before capturing your lips with his again.

As your lips molded together, a surge of clarity washed over him, drowning out the incessant whispers of addiction that had haunted his mind for so long. With each kiss, the cravings faded into oblivion, replaced by a singular focus- you.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Jungkook groaned as your lips made contact with his neck. The sucking sensation of your lips had him throwing his head back with a heavy sigh. His hands tightened on your waist before pulling you up from the floor onto his lap. "I don't care," you breathed out, pulling him in closer to you. A loud groan ripped out of Jungkook as you sucked on the nape of his neck.

"Baby, I don't wanna take advantage of you," Jungkook said between kisses as you held his face to kiss him roughly. A sudden wave of heat rushed down to your center as Jungkook tried to pull back, only for his bulge to rub against you.

"Use me," you moaned, your arms pulling him into you.

His head rested over your chest, listening to your heartbeat. A shiver ran down his spine at your words.

"Baby, please," he pleaded, his eyes shut from the pleasure of your hips rubbing against him at a slow, almost agonizing pace. All he could think of was you.

"Look at me," you said, your hands holding his face to make him look at you. The once dull, empty eyes he came in with were now long gone, replaced with a sad, almost yearning look. His pupils were dilated as he looked at your face.

"I want you. I want all of you," you started. He nodded, his face the most vulnerable you had ever seen on him, which created a warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

"And I want you to use me," you confessed, your voice trembling with honesty.

As your lips lingered against his, you breathed out the words, your voice a gentle plea, "Let me be the one you turn to when the cravings hit, the one who reminds you of all the reasons to stay, because every time you choose me over drugs, you're choosing yourself. You're choosing us."

Jungkook fumbled with his bottom lip, biting it as he felt his heart slowly start to mend itself. He was sure when he left your room earlier that day that you would never want to talk to him again. But here you were, not giving up on him, instead believing in him. Jungkook's lip trembled before a tear fell down his cheek.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice cracking. The words hang in the air, the complete opposite of how your heart is feeling. Before you can reply, he's pulling on your shirt and smashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was desperate, filled with unspoken words and emotions. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to have any distance between you. His hands clutch at you as if you're his lifeline, grounding him in this moment.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Jungkook's tears mix with your own as the intensity of the moment overwhelms you both.

Your lips part for a breath, and in the brief pause, you see the raw emotion in his eyes. It's a look of longing, of need, of a love that's been buried beneath layers of pain and addiction. Without another word, you capture his lips again, pouring all your love and hope into the kiss.

Jungkook's walls crumbled completely as he let himself be vulnerable, feeling your warmth and acceptance enveloping him. The kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the moment, letting the world outside fade away.

Finally, you broke apart, both gasping for breath, foreheads resting against each other. Jungkook's eyes were no longer empty but filled with a mixture of love, determination, and a glimmer of hope. You cupped his face, your thumbs gently wiping away his tears.

"We'll get through this together," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering conviction. "One step at a time."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I promise I'll try," he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "That's all I ask." Before capturing his lips with yours once again.

You moan into the kiss, and your hands move to his hair, pulling, messing, and tugging. His hands drop to your bare thighs beside him, caging him in. A small whimper makes past the kiss when he dips his finger onto the waistband of your black small shorts you wear underneath your school skirt.

The feeling was foreign, but it felt right. When his fingers dipped into your panties a loud moan was coming out of you. "Shh, baby, your parents will hear you.” Jungkook whispers. “Not here; gone for the weekend.” You pant as you feel his middle finger dip between your delicate folds, spreading your wetness over your clit.

You never had anyone touch you this way; the only thing that has ever come close to your center were your fingers, but as he enters one of his digits, it makes you realize your fingers were nothing compared to this. “Ah-fuck,” you moan, your head falling onto his shoulders.

“So fucking tight, holy shit.” Jungkook exclaims as he adds another finger to your soaking cunt. Your back arches as he pumps his two fingers in and out of your hole, and your hips roll on his lap, trying to relieve your clit. You let out a whine when he pulled them out, but it was quickly replaced with a loud, heavy sigh of relief when three fingers pressed hard on your clit, rubbing circles.

“That feels so good; don't stop.” You cry into his ear; your pussy pulsates on his fingers. The pleasure from his fingers on your pussy has you digging your nails into his arms. “Do you like being fingered?” Jungkook asks as he inserts three fingers, stretching you out. “Yes, fuck yes.” you moan heavily. Your walls clench around Jungkook's fingers anytime he curls them into your g-spot, sending waves of shock to unravel in your abdomen. The squelching sound of your pussy mixes with your loud moans, making Jungkook's dick harden underneath you.

“My bed,” you pant, your eyes shut close as he continues to rummage his fingers into you. Jungkook gives a hum and nod of acknowledgement before pulling his fingers out of you, picking you both up in a quick, swift motion before dropping you on the bed with a squeal.

Jungkook lets out a small, breathy laugh, and his fingers fumble on the button and zipper of his jeans. Your breath gets caught up in your throat when he drops his pants on the ground, revealing the outline of his cock in his boxers. Your eye of vision suddenly went up to his chest when he took his shirt off in a split second, giving you a sight of small scars and bruises on his ribs, sending a punch to your stomach.

Your heart squeezed in your chest when he suddenly realized what you were staring at. You quickly made your way to the end of your bed, pulling him closer. Your lips dropped to the side of his rib cage, leaving a little chaste kiss on one of his bruises. A shaky breath leaves Jungkook as he watches you kiss every single purple, reddish mark and scar on his body.

Jungkook puts a finger under your chin before tilting it up, and your teary eyes make contact with his. 

“Hi.” He whispers softly.

“Hi.” You whisper back, a small smile plastered on Jungkook's face, before his lips make contact with yours. His hands this time worked on pulling down your shorts, which ended up taking your light pink-drenched panties down as well. Heat flowed through your body even though it was freezing in your house. You both broke apart from the kiss when Jungkook pulled on your shirt, pulling it over your head. 

The white shirt gets added to your guy's discarded clothes on the floor, and your hands wrap around his neck before pulling him down with you onto the bed. “M’gon squish you to death.” Jungkook groans as he lifts his weight on you, “What a heavenly way to die.” You joke, cracking a small smile at Jungkook.

You couldn’t even think of anything else because, before you knew it, Jungkook was in between your legs, sucking on your folds. The feeling was unfamiliar, but it felt so good. Your legs squeezed both sides of his face, caging him. His tongue worked magic on you, flicking his tongue all over your pussy. Your hands tangled with his messy raven hair, pulling harshly whenever he would suck on your clit for a little too long.

Your chest heaves as you try so hard to catch your breath. Jungkook moves his head from side to side erratically, earning a pornographic sound from you. Your walls clenched on Jungkook's fingers as he pumped them rapidly. “I’m g-gonna cum,” you cry out, your back arching as he hums onto your center, sending vibrations all over your body.

Your mind is fogged up with invisible smoke, and your lungs burn as you hold onto your breath. Your teeth bite roughly on your bottom lip to contain the moans that are threatening to spill out of you. Before you could say another word, white dots blurred your vision. "Your body squirms into Jungkook's face, coming in a loud moan.

“Hurts, ah” You cry, and a low chuckle rumbles against you as he begins leaving between your legs, but not before dropping a kiss on your inner thigh. Your thighs are pressed together, and your legs are sore as your center aches for more. “Felt good?” Jungkook kisses your cheek, and you nod with a whiney hum as his hand wanders behind you, unclasping your white cotton bra and untangling it from your arms before throwing it somewhere on the floor. Jungkook didn't waste any time putting his mouth on one of your nipples. His warm tongue plays with your bud, sucking, toying, and licking. Your head rolls back as your hands behind his head push him into you more.

“You're so good at this; should I be worried?” You moan as he grinds his hard-clothed length into you. “Don't think about that, baby.” He replies that a sad tone in his voice makes your heart feel as if it were being stabbed. “Oh.” You let out a sigh, and Jungkook planted a kiss on your collarbone. 

“I'm a virgin,” you say, tilting your head to the side to catch a look at Jungkook's face. His brows furrowed slightly before he dropped another kiss on your neck. “I’m not.” Jungkook says, planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. “What a slut.” You joke, playfully rolling your eyes, earning a laugh out of him. “You're annoying.” Jungkook laughs, his head dropping down beside the crook of your neck.

“But you love me.” You pip, moving your body underneath him, making him chuckle.

 “But I love you.” Jungkook looks up, a small smile displayed on his lips. “If I were having sex with someone I care about and love,” He whispers, “This would be my first time as well.” Jungkook finishes, making your heartbeat skyrocket. You feel as if you were on the moon, flying around with the stars.

“Pinky promise.” You smile, you raise your pinky finger up in front of his face, and you watch how he tangles his pinky with yours before smashing his lips with yours. “Pinky promise.” He whispers back into your lips. 

Kissing Jungkook was everything and more than you had ever wished for; his soft, cracked lips molded against yours, fitting like perfect puzzle pieces. “Fuck me, please.” You whine, and your hips rise up, trying to rub yourself against him, which has him pushing your hips down into the mattress with his tattooed hand. “Be patient, baby,” he whispers into your ear.

“Please,” you cry. Your hand slides between you both, palming him over his boxers and making him groan. “Please, fuck me.” you beg this time. Your palm squeezes his cock, making him thrust into you. 

Jungkook didn't reply; instead, he pulled down the last remaining clothing item that was covering him. He opened your legs, a shaky breath left your lip, and your eyes took him. His hair disheveled in a brown mess, his lips puffy and red, and the most mischievous grin on his face had your stomach fluttering with fireworks and roller coasters.

“Nervous?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he settles between your legs; his length rubs against your cunt. “It's big,” you bite your lip, as you look between you both. Jungkook bites his lip as he moves closer, placing his cock on you, his tip reaching your belly button. “It’ll fit, if that's what you're wondering.” Jungkook lets out a small snicker, and his thumb runs against your bottom lip.

“It's going to hurt, right?” You ask, your voice low and filled with lust, has heat rushing to Jungkook's cock. "Yes, baby, you’ll probably bleed a bit. But I promise it'll feel so good.” He comforts you; kisses are peppered all over your face, easing your nervousness. “Does this mean we are basically doing blood oaths?” You joke, your heart fluttering  when he lets out a deep, throaty laugh.

Jungkook opens your legs, his eyes drop to your glistening pussy, and your juices spill onto your pink sheets. His hand wraps around his cock, tugging roughly before slapping it on your pussy, making you let out a choked moan. "Ah,” you moan.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses, "Baby, I don't have a condom,” he remembers. 

“I'm on the pill.” You rush out and say, “I got on them for my periods.” You explain which Jungkook nods. “You sure? We don't have to right now, baby,” Jungkook says, only to be received with a disapproving head nod from you. “No, I want you right now.” You say, your hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a small pump. 

You moan when you place his cock in front of your entrance, and with a small, reassuring smile, Jungkook is pushing his cock into you. “Ah, oh, my god.” You moan, and pain shoots up through your body as he pushes his length into you inch by inch, giving you time to get accustomed. “I know I'm sorry, baby.” Jungkook coos, dropping kisses all over your face as you feel his cock go in deeper. 

“So full.” You moan when his cock is fully in. Your fingertips dig into his back, leaving crescent moons. “Hurts?” He asks, his thumb rubbing your clit trying to help ease the pain. “A little.” You reply before giving him the green light to move. 

Jungkook's movements started slow, pulling his cock out of you and leaving his tip in before pushing in again at the slowest pace. Jungkook's eyes squeezed shut at the intense pleasure his body was feeling. Making him forget everything outside of this moment. You clench around him whenever he hits your g-spot.

The pain turns into pleasure as jungkook plunges into you at a faster pace. Your headboard hits your wall over and over, matching his thrusts. “Taking me so fucking good, fuck.” Jungkook groans, your moans mixing with the sound of the squelching of your juices.

Your mind is hazy, your bodies are hot. As beads of sweat start to form on Jungkook's forehead, a moan flushes out of you when he pushes one of your legs backwards, picking up his pace.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he hits the spot in you repeatedly. Drool starts dripping down the sides of your mouth, and your hands find your sheets tugging hard, turning your knuckles white.

“So good.” You cry out; his thrusts are harder, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you gasp for air each time he slams into you. Jungkook's cock twitches in you as he presses slightly on your belly, making a bulge of his cock appear inside of you.

“I’m going to cum,” you moan. “Not yet, baby, not yet.” Jungkook groans, pulling out. He flips you onto your stomach, presses your legs together before slipping into your pussy again with a loud groan.

"Shit, so fucking tight.” Jungkook moans, His hands squeeze your ass as he fucks you from behind. Your moans and screams get muffled by how you bite into your pillow. The position had him being able to go deeper, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. 

“I’m going to cum.” You scream into your pillow, as he grunts with each thrust he fucks into you. “Come baby.” He groans, giving your waist a squeeze of reassurance. He didn’t have to tell you twice, your orgasm all over his cock. Your body shakes, and you clench hard around him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he spills into you.

Your bodies heave heavily, as he fucks you both through your orgasm. Soft moans and whines leave your lips as he pulls out of you, and the white fluid drips out of your hole, making Jungkook groan in satisfaction.

“Are you okay, baby?” Jungkook asks, his tone sweet and gentle as he flips you over to your back, catching a glimpse of your red cheeks and teary eye expression. “I think I just had an out-of-body experience.” You chuckle. Jungkook's eyes look over your body, looking for any bruises, but are met with none, which makes him sigh in relief.

“Yeah?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, dropping a kiss on your lips before getting up from your bed and making his way to your vanity. He opens a couple of your drawers before picking up the package of wet wipes and making his way back to you.

“We need to change your sheets, baby.” Jungkook comments as he takes notice of the blood stain on them. He pulls one of the wipes out of the package, wiping you clean in a delicate manner. When he finished cleaning you up, he followed along with cleaning himself before disposing the wipes in your trash can beside your bed. 

He also quickly changes your sheets before jumping into bed with you. His head lies on your chest. Hearing your steady heartbeat, your fingers work on his back muscles as he relaxes further into you. The sound of rain outside pebbles against your window.

As you both lay intertwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal, Jungkook felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. The familiar gnawing urge for drugs was conspicuously absent, replaced entirely by thoughts of you. Your touch, your warmth, and your love.

And for the second time in his life, the voices finally stopped as he fell asleep to the sound of your breathing.

[pomefioredove]

hi!! could you pls do headcanons for the housewardens (+jamil) with a reader that stims? like if they get nervous or excited they do flappy hands! Gn reader, and the characters are crushing on reader but they’re not dating yet please! Thank you :>

:) of course! I stim so I get it LOL

summary: reader who stims! type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic for most, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu

Riddle already has a high "nonsense tolerance" when it comes to you

if you were anyone else, he would get overstimulated so fast

but, it's you

and he likes you

and he puts a lot more effort into making you comfortable around him than he would ever admit

so, by all means! fidget, stim, hum, he likes all of you

and if anyone else has a problem with it, they can go through him, first

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

if you can live with a little teasing, Leona can live with your stims

kidding

...kind of

he would never admit it to himself, but the way you get excited is kinda endearing to him

(major cuteness aggression)

so he just can't help teasing you a tiny bit for it

lovingly, of course

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Azul has an eye for detail and a love of figuring people out

and admiring observing you is one of his favorite pastimes!

he might need the information later

for... reasons.

he finds your mannerisms... interesting. your nervous ticks are so different from the other student's

then Floyd suggests you're obviously stimming; it just looks different "'cause you're on land and stuff,"

it makes sense (though he doesn't have to be so smug about it)

mystery solved

but Azul keeps staring at you, anyway. for... reasons.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

unsurprisingly, Kalim loves it

if he doesn't stim already, he might just start

it's a good way to let off some energy when he's overexcited, or calm him when he's nervous

(which happens more often than you'd think)

he would be baffled by the idea that people find it annoying

or weird, or childish

if he felt like someone was staring, or about to say something to you, he'd start stimming with you

power in numbers, right?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

surprisingly (or unsurprisingly?) Jamil doesn't really... care

at this point, he's dealt with everything

a nuclear bomb could go off and he probably wouldn't even react

that's a slow tuesday for him

it's only during the metaphorical nuclear fallout

(when he has that migraine he always gets)

that he'll ask you for quiet and space

and that's the very most he'll say about it

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil isn't ignorant

he's not going to punish you for something that you find helpful

...and Rook has his little quirks, too

besides, there's nothing you could do that he wouldn't find endearing

what he will do, however, is help you manage

to your comfort, of course

there's a drawer full of stim toys in the Pomefiore lounge probably

and if not, Rook probably has a doohickey or two that can keep your hands occupied during quiet/important/etc occasions

otherwise, you're free to do whatever

I'm gonna be so real tbh I see Pomefiore as a very disability-friendly dorm and I'll die on that hill

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Idia! the freak himself

(affectionate)

nah, he doesn't care

he probably has a ton of his own stims he's already super embarrassed about

so he's definitely not going to say anything to you

if anything, it makes him feel better about himself

it's cute when you do it

he starts 3D printing you toys he think you'll like, most that he designed himself

so, he does care, but... in a good way!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

LMAO okay. wait

between Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, there's no way Malleus would see stimming as anything but normal

Lilia probably starts crawling on the walls like a spider when he's excited

so hand-flapping is like aw... cute! :) to Malleus

he would, will, and has stared down anyone who makes a face or a nasty comment about it

so you can be sure that no one will ever say anything mean to you about it!

like, ever again

[bihanspookies]

Hey I’d like a request 👉🏻👈🏻

Can I please have headcanons on how the lin Kuei brothers + Liu Kang and Raiden would react to catching their s/o in their clothes?

OOO my first request, thanks anon 🫶

I went a little diff with this, I hope you don’t mind 🧍‍♂️

Warnings: nothing really, scent kink?? In raidens?? But very minor

Bi-Han

• Wonders what in the hell you’re doing.

• Finds himself wanting to see if you’d put more of his uniform on. Depending on if you put it right or wrong, he’d show you the proper way.

• Not that it mattered because he was sure he’d take it all off after anyway.

• Stares in silence as he takes in your appearance, arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. It’s even more difficult to tell what he’s thinking bc he’s wearing his mask. He had walked in on you cleaning your bedroom. You had found some of his spare things, wearing his arm bands and gloves just to see how they’d fit. He studies you and the way you admired the fine details.

• Feels something stirring in his chest as you twisted and turned your arms, the gloves having to be readjusted since they kept sliding down a bit.

• Eventually walks up to you, his sudden looming presence over you causing you to jump in surprise. You barely have time to say anything before he gently but firmly grabs your jaw in his large hand.

“What is this? What are you doing?” His voice is gruff, so deep that you feel is vibrate throughout your sternum. You can’t help but stare in his dark eyes, getting lost in their depths as you try to think of a response.

“I was just… trying them on.” You finally reply, your voice low and meek.

He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes trail down your arms and then back to your face that was still being held by his hand.

“They suit you.” He runs his thumb over your lips, bringing it down to pull on your bottom one and drag over your chin. You can see something swirling in his eyes, something making a heat bloom in your stomach. He adjusts his grip on your jaw, grabbing you a bit tighter.

“Remove your clothes… but leave these on.”

Kuai Liang

• Keeps a neutral expression, but inside he’s entertained.

• Stands back and observes how you fidget with his mask to make sure it’s secured right.

• When he sees you pick up his kunai that’s when he gets a bit more alert but trusts that you have enough sense to not hurt yourself.

• Has an amused smirk on his face as he watches you click his mask into place and begin to gently twirl his kunai in a circle, arching your body away to not get nicked.

• He’s ready to step in if he sees you start to get out of hand but otherwise he’s enjoying you pretending to be him. He wonders briefly how you would look in his entire uniform and the thought has his smile grow just a bit more.

• Thinks about how his signature color of yellow would look a little too good against your skin and clears his throat before walking up to you.

“Shall we get you a mask of your own?” He mirths, a twinkle in his eyes. He grabs the kunai from you, adjusting it in your hands to have you hold it properly.

“Nah I quite like stealing and wearing yours.” Your voice is a bit muffled from his mask, eyes crinkling in the corners as you don’t even try and hide your smile.

His eyebrows raise, a quiet ‘oh’ on his lips before grinning. He tilts your head up with a knuckle under your chin, leaning down to whisper something in your ear.

“Maybe I will use it to silence you tonight.”

Tomas

• Contrary to popular belief I think he would be a bit more serious when it comes to you putting his uniform on. His uniform is a symbol of his honor and dedication to the Lin Kuei so he wears it with pride and doesn’t necessarily want you to wear it ‘just for fun’. Especially since he feels he has more to prove to his brothers.

• Taps his fingers against his crossed arms as he watches you adjust the top on yourself, running his tongue over his teeth when he sees you putting it on wrong. Goes up to you to help you put it on right, tugging it down and securing the straps. He’s not exactly gentle as he fixes it.

• You can see that he’s tense but all it takes is one soft look and he’s letting his shoulders relax and letting out a breath.

• You smile up at him and he takes a moment to look at you, taking in your features before dropping his gaze back to his uniform top.

• He’s more tender as he adjusts it, his fingers brushing against your skin. And when he goes behind you to check everything, he leans in close to your ear.

• His hands come around the front to pat you down, making your cheeks heat up a bit.

“You look good moje láska. Almost like a true Lin Kuei.” His voice is low and hot in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. He backs up and you turn around, taking in how he stands with his arms crossed, chin pointed up and out, light grey eyes shining brilliantly.

“I should put on the rest of the uniform then, huh?” You laugh, swallowing to sooth your suddenly parched throat. His aura changed, filling the air with a thick tension. He shakes his head, putting a hand up.

“Don’t bother, I’m going to take it all off anyway.”

He turns his hand palm up, silently demanding for yours and of course you comply. He tugs you to him, placing his hand on the small of your back as he takes his gaze up and down your body.

“I will teach you the true strength of a Lin Kuei.”

Liu Kang

• More laid back when it comes to this.

• Loves that you allow him to have these simple little moments with you, being a god doesn’t always give him the grace of having memories like these.

• He’s got a full grin on his face as he walks in on you wearing his headband and slipping your arms through the sleeves of his top.

• He can’t help but quietly chuckle as he watches you struggle to try and button it up, a thoughtful hand on his chin in amusement.

• He stays silent as he continues to observe you, biting back his laughter as you manage to get one button but then it immediately pops open.

• This time he makes his presence known, walking up to you to kiss your cheek and help with the buttons.

“You know this is meant to stay open, yes?”

You laugh and nod, feeling a small heat on your cheeks now aware that he was watching you fumble with his shirt this entire time.

“Seems like a design flaw if there are buttons for something that wasn’t meant to be buttoned.

His fingers start to do them but you place a hand on top of his to stop his movements.

“Leave it open. I should wear it properly right?”

His smirk takes over his lips, his hands dropping back to their sides and he steps back a bit. He watches you turn around, a teasing glance over your shoulder as you slowly drop his shirt off your shoulders. His glowing eyes taking in every inch of exposed skin.

Once his top is hanging in the crooks of your elbows, wastes no time in pressing himself against your back and putting his lips on your cheek.

“Perhaps I should show you how to properly take it off next.”

Raiden

• Thinks you look cute no matter what but in anything of his?

• Feels his love grow for you tenfold

• He walks into your room after a long hard day on the farm, shirtless and sweaty and fanning himself with a menu had had taken from Madam Bo’s. He couldn’t find his hat in the early morning so unfortunately he had to work without it in the blistering sun.

• He was ready to ask if you had seen it but stops when he sees it sitting right on your head, twisting and turning your neck to check yourself out in the mirror. He’s confused at first, wondering why you hadn’t given it to him in the first place.

• Until you say that you wanted to surprise him and fix it up.

• Blinks at you in shock because he didn’t think it needed fixing/that you noticed it wearing down.

“You… fixed it for me? Really?”

You nod and he can feel the tips of his start to redden, your kind gesture warming his heart and making him a bit flustered.

“I noticed it coming apart in some places and wanted to patch it up for you.”

His eyes soften and he looks at his hat on top of your head, admiring the fine work you did on it. You go to take it off but he stops you, removing your hands from the brim.

“It looks good on you darling, leave it on.” His voice is soft and steady but he can feel the blood on his ears rushing to color the rest of his face.

You smile at him and kiss his cheek, breathing in the scent of him working outside all day. It makes heat stir in your belly, having you nose your way up his throat and to his ear.

“Maybe it can be the only thing I leave on later tonight.”

Your suggestion has him flustered, stuttering out a response as he tries to form a coherent thought.

[aibloomie]

since requests are open could I request smoke session headcanons with sally face? I sent an ask about it before but it wasn't a request, if you remember :)

take your time and it's okay if you don't write them

SMOKING WITH SAL FISHER AND LARRY JOHNSON

ahh yes !! i remember <3 I just HAD to write these for larry too so I hope that's alright (anyway guys don't do drugs, I feel like I'm obliged to say that 😎)

also just the thought of hugging sally and him smelling like cologne mixed with weed?? I need that

SAL FISHER

━ smoking sessions with sally usually take place up in the treehouse that literally only your friend group goes into. and ever since, the two of you like decorating the place and making it more cozy by adding some comfortable furniture

━ he isn't the laughing type, he doesn't get all giggly over everything you say or do. rather, he's calm because for once his head goes silent. but he'd definitely be amused if you were the type who found everything funny – it would make him smile and feel good. he's definitely the type who NEEDS company when he's high, otherwise it isn't a good experience for him because he could get paranoid

━ it's during these moments that the filter in his brain turns off for a while. he can't help but gaze over at you and watch the way the smoke hovers over your face when you exhale. he's more obvious with his feelings, becoming more touchy as the high hits and suddenly he finds himself leaning onto your body, relishing the comfort of being next to you.

━ he stares at you so much, just observing you. he has always found you very attractive, but god, your beauty is enhanced even more when he's high. he admires every single feature you hold

"you're so beautiful." sally says, looking up at you while he rests his head on your lap. you were with your back hitting the wooden wall because your body would surely fall over if you weren't stabilized by something.

you smiled widely and shook your head, "nah man, you're just high. your visions probably blurred." that applied to you, whenever you turned your head, everything felt like it was being slowed down.

sally shook his head, tickling your thighs with his blue strands of hair. "hey, I mean it." he then pushed his body up, looking right into your now lidded and relaxed eyes. he could no longer tell if the feeling of his heart pounding against his ribcage was because of the weed, or because of how you made him feel

━ the type who learns how to do tricks with the smoke !! if you ask, he'll teach you how to do some of them. and of course, he'll beg you to teach him any of the ones that you know.

━ he has the advantage of hiding that he's high really well because he usually has his mask on, but he still goes the extra mile to show that he is NOT high when he is. like when you two walk through the hallway practically leaning onto each other because you guys can't walk correctly. of course you had to bump into lisa cleaning something right?

"oh I haven't seen you two all day! be careful okay, I've been mopping so it might be slippery."

sal immediately tried to stand up straight, gulping before speaking to try and make his voice sound clear. "yeah, thanks." and as soon as you're walking away he's clinging onto you and asking if he sounded normal

━ he takes care of you really well !! he knows when you're at your limit and won't let you go overboard. and if you end up feeling sick then he'll be right by your side asking what you need and doing everything he can to make you feel better. you don't have to worry about "ruining" his high or anything, he just wants you to be okay

LARRY JOHNSON

━ he's so fun to get high with. he has a mixture of everything. the deep conversations that leave the two of you emotionally vulnerable and questioning life? check! chaotic karaoke as you two struggle to get your slurred voices out and eventually end up falling onto the floor? check!

━ HE GETS THE MUNCHIES like literally every five minutes he goes over to open his empty fridge and he comes back complaining. "dude! this sucks I have nothing, should we go buy something?"

"larry we can't even drive right now we're going to crash!" you whined, trying to get some common sense into him because hey, someone has to be just a LITTLE bit mentally stable in this situation right?

larry landed with a grunt onto his bed. "I'm too lazy anyway I feel like I'm melting, let's doordash yeah?" his voice was muffled because he was quite literally speaking with his face planted on his mattress.

and then larry can't type quickly AND he wants the entire menu so ordering doordash takes like an hour

━ larry doesn't make a strong effort to hide that he's high, because nobody in the town really cares. the adults and authorities simply do not get paid enough to care, the only person who might nag him about it is mrs. gibson but thankfully she rarely leaves her apartment. so yeah, he walks past people and does not even care that he smells like weed. he doesn't use eyedrops either, his eyes get glossy but not red.

━ he is definitely the type to come to school high, like this poor guy zones out so hard during class and is so confused when he's given a worksheet with math problems on it.

one time he turned over to the nearest person for help but didn't notice it was travis, "hey what are we doing again?"

"fuck off." travis retorted

"yeah okay."

━ he's kind of an instigator when he's high. you have an ex best friend you want to hit back up? he'll encourage you to go for it with slurred words, being all like "yeah dude, just do it and let me know—let me know what they say." and then the next morning he's like "what!? why did you send them that text? nonono, block them already!" then cue him chasing you around trying to steal your phone from you

BOTH OF THEM

━ the most comfortable place to smoke with both of them is in larry's basement with some sanity falls blasting in the background !! it's funny because sally and larry are drastically different in the way they act. so you'll just see sally laying down on the bed, his eyes closed because he's letting his body completely relax. and then there's larry whose mouth never closes because he voices all his thoughts

━ sometimes it'll only be you and larry talking because sally got the urge to play his guitar and he gets really focused !! so he kind of blocks everything out except for the noise that each string makes and the feeling of his finger pads pressing against them

━ sally is probably the most responsible one so he'll make sure that you and larry aren't doing anything TOO reckless. larry has the tendency of getting easily emotional so you and sally will have to provide him some comfort when that happens </3

━ the three of you have definitely gone to a store together at night for some snacks and ended up getting kicked out and banned because all of the shenanigans you pulled (most of it was larry)

[leggerefiore]

How would Poke villains react to their s/o asking if they'd kill for them? Just as a hypothetical, but I imagine some of them would take it seriously haha

cw: consideration of murder(?)

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Guzma, Volo

The moment the words leave your mouth during what would have otherwise been a quiet evening in, he turned to look at you. His face was clearly twisted in minor confusion, which prompted you to repeat the statement. "Would you kill for me?" It almost sounded partly like a tease. What could have brought up such a statement? He thought on it for a moment...

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Lysandre becomes stuck between it being a joke and you truly having someone you must want dead. The Flare Boss understands. He understands very well. His connections could easily see most people dead, should that truly be what you desired. Though, it likely would be easier to simply wait until after he completed his plans. Though, of course, you could just as easily be joking. He blinked a few times. You never spoke a name, however.

☕️ “Perhaps,” Lysandre eventually replied, “Though, I doubt you have anyone in particular you wish dead, do you?” You let out a laugh and shook your head. He joined you in laughing, fully able to play along. Of course not. You were much too kind. That was a trait in you that he deeply admired. He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “All you would need to do is ask, however,” he whispered quietly, “I would do anything to make you happy, my love.” Though, whether you realised how honest his words were would remain unknown. Either way, it was just pleasant to have his reassurance.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He freezes for a moment. Kill for you? His glasses almost fall off his face from how he angles his head. What? The Magma Leader was quite a few things, but a killer he was not. Most of the time, he refused to even resort to violence. Your words almost made him recoil before he recalled that exaggeration was quite common these days. Yes. You must have meant that as a question of how deep and strong his love for you was. Not as an actual request. If you had, his answer would have been a firm “no.” Maxie was no killer.

🪨 “Figuratively, yes,” he agreed with a nod, “Literally? No. I'd be happy to help you find other options, however.” You sighed. That was the expected answer from Maxie. He seemed to catch on to your mild disappointment and leaned forward to peck your cheek. “Dear, I'm not going to lie and say I will do something like that,” he felt his cheeks grow warm as he looked away nervously, “I do love you greatly despite that.” You laughed and hugged him tightly. Then, you teased him by saying the Great Maxie is a pacifist. He just grumbled.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie blinked a few times. Kill? Would he kill for you? Objective situations entered his head of what might warrant such a reaction, but none of them seemed like places you would be. Especially not with him nearby. Archie then remembered Shelly's complaint that he was killing her with work and chuckled. Ah, you must have meant like that. An exaggeration of love. A guffaw left him as he pulled you close to him. The Aqua Leader would do a lot for you, but killing, sadly, would not be one of them. He would throw down with someone for you, though.

💧 “Nah,” he said simply, then spoke again, “Well maybe. Depends. But I'm gonna say no.” You rolled your eyes. Archie seemed a bit scattered on his reply. He pressed a sudden sweet kiss to your cheek. “Now, I might fight a guy for ya, Luvdisc,” he grinned, “Like that time I chased off that Gorebyss that was after you.” You laughed. Well, that was about what you had expected from Archie. He was not exactly the violent sort. You tugged his bandana lightly to make him look up at you. He got the hint and kissed you again. Well, the pirate man was good at expressing his love in other ways, at least.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Cyrus blinked. Kill? As in murder? He almost scrunched up his face at your words. Naturally, he knew you were not serious. There was no one reasonably that you would want dead, nor would he seem like a reasonable candidate to get rid of someone. Well… He believed that anyway. The tablet was turned off as he moved to face you. What was going through your head? Why say such a thing? The Galactic Boss was aware that he was being far too analytical for such a basic statement. He supposed he had heard Mars tease that she would kill someone for him. (At least, he hoped it was spoken in exaggeration, but…)

☄️ “Beloved, I would rather simply make you a world where that feeling needn't exist,” he replied, “There is no need for such grizzly actions to be taken.” His hand came to cup your cheek unconsciously as he gazed into your eyes. You blinked, unsure of his words. “I dream of a world where such vile emotions don't cause these kinds of situations,” he continued, “I only wish to bring you and I to some kind of peace.” Cyrus's lips lightly pressed against your temple got a moment before he pulled away to return to what work he was doing on his tablet. You blinked again. What was that? It felt more intense than if he had just said yes and proceeded to describe a form of murder. Well, you certainly felt assured in his love towards you, at least.

💀Guzma🕶

□ Not even missing a beat, he laughed. Kill? Well, maybe. Probably not ever, but why not? Guzma was more than ready to throw hands for you usually, so why not just lie and say he would kill, too. Granted, he most likely would not ever, no. Killing seemed far too intense. He got what you meant, though. Some situations did cross his mind that might warrant it. Very few seemed even partially likely to ever happen. Alola was simply too peaceful for any of that shit.

□ “Sure,” he said plainly, “Why not.” His arm pulled you closer to him as he grinned at you. The hypothetical was pretty common, he thought. No different from being asked if he would still love you if you were a bug. (In which you had asked him a few times. Him of all people. Like he would ever say no.) You leaned closer to him and laughed lightly. “I mean, I love you,” Guzma continued, “Now, would you kill for me?” You thought on it for a moment. He nearly jumped out of his skin at your reply. A deadpan, yes.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant was stricken by your words. Kill? Him? Well… He was not going to pretend that he was some upstanding moral type, but he was not exactly the type to handle things directly. Even when it came to his plans, he figured actually killing someone would be a do-or-die situation. Though he supposed that as a merchant, he was quite ready to defend himself should the situation arise. He did have a knife on him, just for a situation in which bandits dared threaten his life. For you… He closed his eyes. Well, certainly, he would not say no.

⭐️ “If the situation called for it,” Volo spoke with a playful tone despite his words, “You never know what may be required in the wilds of Hisui.” You smiled at him so sweetly. He could not help but lean over and press a kiss to your head. “Though, I do expect the same from you,” his voice seemed to take on a different cadence, “Should I ever be in danger, I hope you would act to protect me as well?” His hand held yours delicately as you went quiet. It was all too easy to assume these were just common requests for the time period. You nodded in reply, and Volo's grin seemed a bit more intense than usual.

[castieltrash1]

noah calhoun + a carnival date hehe… 🙈

noah calhoun x gn!reader; fluff, established relationship, mentions of carnival rides

“Baby, it’s fixed!” you whine, tugging helplessly on Noah’s sleeve as he approaches the strongman game with a determined glint in his eyes. “Don’t waste your money on that crap. I’m serious, Noah!” With a grin, he shoves his free hand into his loose pocket and the distinct jingle of change lets you know his mind is already made up. Now that it’s in his sights, there’s no convincing him otherwise.

“Nah, I’ve been savin’ up for this,” Noah replies, handing the carnie a coin once he’s within reach. “I’m gonna win you something, alright?” All the prizes lined up are things he could easily buy elsewhere without having to compete for them, but you know your boyfriend, and you know he won’t pass up the opportunity to flaunt his skills on your behalf. “What’d you want, sweetheart? A bear?” He runs his eyes over the assorted stuffed animals. “Uh, a little dolly? C’mon, pick!”

“You haven’t even won yet!” you tease, and the carnie snorts, shrugging his shoulders when Noah glares in his direction. “Maybe you’re not strong enough.” You’re goading him now, letting a playful lilt enter your tone. If he wants any chance of scoring points, you’d have to rile his competitive nature first; a plan that already seemed to be working. His cheeks are flush, chest unconsciously puffing with pride.

“Yeah? Watch this.” Immediately, he pulls away, shoving his sleeves up to his elbows and revealing the lean muscle he’s gained from working at the lumber yard. You happily admire the definition of veins while Noah heaves the wooden mallet over his shoulder with a grunt before bringing it down on the lever with as much force as he can muster. 

Eyes wide, you watch as the puck quickly climbs the tower, nearing the bell before falling short. Your groan joins a chorus of others, people who’ve gathered around to watch and play next. “That’s no fair!” A few agreeing cheers and sounds come from behind you, but the carnie shakes his head.

“Just how the game is,” he explains, reaching for one of the smaller prizes. “Kid’s got a hell of a swing, though. Best I’ve seen all night!”

The compliment seems to soothe Noah’s bruised ego and he takes his reward - a small teddy bear - with a lopsided grin. He turns to face you, holding out the stuffed animal like it’s a diamond ring, his face suddenly so serious you could almost believe he actually was proposing. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

You wrap your arms around him instead, smushing the bear somewhere between your chests. Noah presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, his face growing warm. “I did say I’d win ya something,” he grumbles, pulling back enough to wrap his arm around you. It isn’t until the bumper cars come into view a few seconds later that you realize he’s already led you to the other side of the carnival.

“No more games?” you tease.

“The rides are better anyway!”

gosling sleepover sunday (no longer taking requests!)

[rose-of-the-grave]

Her Eyes

Pairing: Lily x James

Hey everybody, I hope you enjoy this! It was based off of this request. As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: fluff, literally just James simping over Lily, the fluffiest fluff ever with a smidge of the rest of the Marauders in the background

Word Count: 1113

Description: On a peaceful May evening, Lily and James enjoy a picnic on the front lawn of the castle while the other three Marauders realize that things are changing.

(Read: now our quartet is down to three a la Lion King) iykyk

Taglist: @sylveryfire

It was a warm, sunny day at Hogwarts and most of the students were out on the front lawn, reveling in the warmth that had been gone for so long. Under one particular tree sat three boys. Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Now these three boys were seemingly not as content as they might otherwise have been, usually joking around. The reason for this could be found not too far away from them, sitting on a blanket having a picnic with his new girlfriend.

“You know, staring at them isn’t going to make James come back over here.” Remus said from where he lay on the ground.

Sirius grumbled, “I know.”

Laughter echoed through the spring air.

“I’m happy for them, ya know? But she stole him! The least she could do is let us borrow him every once and a while.” He complained.

Remus sat up slightly, shielding his eyes with his hand. “After all the years Prongs spent mooning over her he’s probably afraid that if he leaves her alone for one second she’ll revert back to not liking him.”

Peter looked over at the two of them from where he sat. “We’ll all get to hang out during the summer though, right?”

“Nah, she’s staying with us for the first part of the summer.” Sirius said, referring to the Potter household. For the past few summers all four boys had stayed together there and all of them saw it as a home away from home, though now, since Sirius had started actually living with them, he did truly see it as home.

“Finally. Now I’ll have someone to have intellectually stimulating conversations with.” Remus joked.

Sirius clutched his chest in shock, “Are you saying that we aren’t stimulating you?”

Remus gave him a look. “Don’t you dare laugh.” He warned.

Sirius grinned back, barely holding in laughter.

“I’m seri...” Remus stopped, realizing his blunder. “Shit.”

Sirius started cracking up, saying through laughs, “No, I’m Sirius.”

Remus and Peter exchanged a look.

“You walked right into that one, my friend.”

The werewolf sighed, “I know.”

Across the field, Lily and James were finishing up their food. Lily was still munching on the last remnants of her meal while James was already done so he took the time to admire the beautiful girl that sat next to him. She was absolutely stunning. He already knew that but it wasn’t until recently that he had been able to admire her beauty up close.

As if she could sense his gaze she looked over at him, her eyes meeting his.

“What are you doing?” She asked in bewilderment.

“Gazing at the most amazing girl I have ever met and wondering how I managed to get her to agree to go on a date with me.”

She laughed, pushing playfully at his shoulder. “Flatterer.”

“I mean it.” He insisted.

She ducked her head down in embarrassment, “Thank you.”

Lily shifted a bit to look out into the distance at the Black Lake, the sun shimmering on the surface.

Staring into her beautiful green eyes he couldn’t help but ask, “Lils?”

She looked over at him, “Yes, Jamie?”

“Were your eyes always this wonderful?” He asked, with a dazed expression on his face.

Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, “You are the first person to say that besides mum & dad.”

“Does your sister not like them?” He asked, puzzled at how anybody could stare into her gorgeous emerald eyes and not think they were absolutely stunning.

“No, she thinks they are ugly.” Lily admitted.

“She needs to get her eyes checked.”

Lily giggled.

“No, I’m being serious.” James said earnestly.

“That’s sweet of you.”

Lily smiled inwardly, ever since she had finally said yes to going on a date he had been acting over the moon. Flowers had appeared at her door every morning with a handwritten note that always had some compliment or, occasionally, a quote. She had been quite amused and very touched when she discovered that he had been asking Remus for recommendations and had even created a list of the ones that reminded him the most of her.

He was always being sweet to her, offering to carry things for her. While he had never been known to particularly care about getting to class on time he was frequently late because he always walked with her to class and somehow left his class early to arrive right when hers got out.

Her friends joked about how they were attached at the hip but she couldn’t be happier. Maybe it was too soon to know but she had a feeling that they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. When she looked over at him she could see herself marrying him, starting a family, and growing old together.

She ruffled his dark hair, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He looked up at her with a smile. A smile that earned himself yet another kiss, this one was a bit longer.

From a ways away came a few hoots. Laughing, they both turned to look at where Remus, Sirius, and Peter sat. James casually flipped them off before slipping a hand into Lily’s hair to pull her face towards his, kissing her again. They eventually pulled apart, but Lily sidled up closer and laid her head down on his shoulder, both of them looking out into the horizon at the sun starting to fall behind the mountains. They would eventually have to pack up and return to the castle but for now they simply enjoyed the mostly peaceful May evening side by side, wishing that they could just stay there in that moment together forever.

[marchsfreakshow]

Painting Rain [Kyle Spencer]

Hurt/Comfort

Your most recent artwork failed to get sold, and as luck would have it, the rain soaked the canvas. Kyle sees nothing but the positive in the painting.

This has been in the works for ages, I'm so glad to be able to finally get it out.

No one's perspective.

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"Welp...maybe next time..with the exact same painting." You muttered, an umbrella in one hand, and a large canvas painting in the other. It was an oil and a recreation of your home painting. A sweet, small park. The trees were shades of green and yellow. The grass was dewy and bright. Yet not enough to beat a recreation of the Mona Lisa. They had your respect for recreating such a painting. But in your mind, a small, bright park, filled with life and whimsy, was better than an overrated painting from an artist you didn't like.

The rain poured and heavily pattered on your umbrella as you walked. The amount of rain made it impossible for you to see where you going, so you just powered through the rain and kept going. The noise was the only thing you listened to and no thought passed by you.

But pounding music and almost strobing lights distracted you. A glance over, and you were in front of a college house. Ah, Kyle's place. Just the person you need right now. Just letting out a sigh, you quickly retracted your umbrella. Cringing as soon as the most killer rain hit your head. But you jumped up the stairs and into the large place. If you were overwhelmed by the rain and your disappointment, the music and lights just made it worse.

So, as people were giving you drunk and hazy stares, you rushed up the case of stairs, attempting to get away from everyone. There was one room that wasn't being used, and you decided it was the best one to sit in for a while. Setting your painting down gently, you admired it a bit more. Thank god the oil topper was painted over the scene. Otherwise, the rain would have made it drip onto the dark street.

"Woah, that's a pretty good painting!" A voice brought you out of your thoughts. Kyle saw you walk in, so he followed you slowly, wanting to make sure you were okay. "Why'd you bring it here?"

"Cause I lost the competition earlier. And it's a cliché that it started to rain halfway through. Sooo, I was walking home and came across yours." An awkward chuckle left you as you sat on Kyle's bed, feeling slightly embarrassed about the weather even though it wasn't in your control. He chuckled and sat by you, placing a hand over your shoulder. Sighing, all you did was lean into him, almost snuggling into him a bit.

"Who won it?" The tipsy man asked, reaching for your head and giving you a few scratches as comfort. As you replied with the Mona Lisa replication, he let out almost a large, heavyy sigh. He picked you up as best he could and laid beside you on his bed. "Nah your painting is probably better."

"Yeah probably! Probably." A little chuckle leaving you.

"Wrong wording?" He grinned, rubbing little circles into your back, between your shoulder blades. Kyle also gave you a small kiss on your forehead which made you move closer to him.

"No, just...yeah." You sighed into Kyle's chest, gripping slightly onto his back. All you wanted was silence. As much silence as you could get despite a party going on downstairs. The pounding music was almost felt in your heart as your heart hearts were fast and nervous.

"It's alright, don't even worry." The man smiled against your forehead as he kissed it again. But you wanted to worry, you just felt betrayed. The judge was so excited and happy with your painting. No one else got the reaction you did, so your heart yearned for a win. Your first win in these competitions, only to be taken away from you with a shitty re-creation.

Peppering kisses over your face made you giggle a little, which immediately gave Kyle another smile. "there's my giggly darling."

"Shut up."

"No. I love you."

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[elizabethrobertajones]

I still don't know what to make of this little story beat. I KNOW the game isn't being written for me, personally. I Know that despite saying otherwise, Bounding Frog is not the Canonical Warrior Of Light. I understand that things just kinda happen based on themes and characters and stuff and things had been established in some way with Erenville having toad-based associations, having previously claimed to be an expert.

On the other hand, the first zone I chose to go to, the very first thing we did, was split up to go investigate a body of water and draw some conclusions like an amateur ecologist on what may be afflicting it. And there was a cute little creature named Lethargic Frog, which is about as "hey this is symbolically important to you, Bounding Frog, someone who takes their whole name inspiration from the admirable leaping power of a healthy frog based on their childhood experiences catching frogs, just as the noble Vipers named themselves after the snakes they learned from" as can be.

This frog was placed here for Frog to see and based on her entire personality, to notice and care about and understand how it was not feeling good.

Also, the writer of this quest wanted Bounding Frog personally to know this was her chance to prove to Erenville that she did know her frogs, and was perfectly capable of talking to him frog expert to frog expert. I can't overstate how thrilled she was that she had this opportunity. She was going to show him that she was just as competent! She could impress him, she could prove she was worth talking about frogs to... Yep.

Aaand then after all this careful study of the Lethargic Frog, she bounces back to the group, and this happens...

She starts to explain about the water quality and fields, saving her deepest insight for last, you know, the other thing the quest made sure we would see and interact with so even if I allow for a WoL to exist who isn't a Frog Expert like mine (who this quest was personally tailored to, again) you might reasonably expect that after Krile has agreed with you about the first point, you MIGHT KEEP SPEAKING ON THE SUBJECT OF YOUR OBSERVATIONS.

Nah, before Frog can open her mouth again, Erenville cuts in to announce that the frogs are kinda sleepy, while she was politely waiting her turn to speak. All she can do is stoically nod and agree everyone noticed the same things she did (shh Alisaie has something funny to say on the subject before you return to the group to chat as well), and that's that, we're rushing off to the next thing and the opportunity has fizzled out and there's no chance to impress because Erenville stole it from her...

How could they have known we need to start this adventure with a huge knock to Frog's ego when it comes to Erenville, and a reminder of why they've been snarking at each other for months. And he's far more concerned with Wuk Lamat presenting a semi-competent front and feeling chafed by travelling with other people to even notice he was, once again, catastrophically rude on the subject of frogs, to Frog.

All her attempts to befriend him and make him laugh and generally have him notice her for the last few months, and she's riiiight back at step one, fuming about his existence and sulking about how he won't let her have the one thing she most prides herself on, because he's too busy being some sort of frog snob himself.

So, yeah, I think the writer of this quest knew that Frog was the main character and also that Erenville is her nemesis :)

[honey-on-your-tongue]

I HAVE A THOUGHT if you ever wanna write it

imagine Jake teasing you and then when he finally says he’ll fuck you, he just puts it in and tells you to do it yourself

I can just imagine him watching you squirm and try to fuck yourself on his cock while you whine because you just can’t do it like him

He’s be so mean about it too like “Awe baby what’s wrong? Can’t do it all by yourself?”

Finally at the end he take pity on you and fucks you until you’re shaking and crying

Babyyyy I ALWAYS want to write requests!! I love hearing from all of you and bringing your ideas to life bby 💚💚💚💚

You're writhing, shaking, tears of frustration falling down your cheeks. You don't know how long Jake has been doing this to you. All you know is that he's been edging you for hours, denying you orgasm after orgasm until your vision is blurry from the lack of release.

“Jake, please,” you mewl, hips bucking up against his hand, trying to get to your climax. “Please!”

Jake just chuckles. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” he asks, smirking.

“Yes!” you gasp. “Oh, yes, please! Need your cock so bad!”

Jake sneers. “Alright, then. I'll fuck you.”

At this, you widen your eyes, relief and excitement coursing through your desperate body. “Really?” you ask, full of disbelief.

“Mhmm,” he replies, nodding. You watch, awed and eager, as he removes his loincloth, exposing his hard, hard cock. The tip is a dark blue and swollen, little beads of precum dripping from it. Jake pumps himself as he kneels between your legs, pulling your hips up so your ass rests on his thighs.

“Yes,” you gasp, shaking. “Fuck, yes.”

Jake smirks as he rubs your entrance with the bulbous head of his cock, your warm arousal making him shudder. He then thrusts into you, slowly and carefully, making you mewl.

“Jake,” you cry out, nails digging into the ground beneath you. “Oh, thank you!”

And then Jake laughs. “Nah, 'm not gonna make things that easy f'r you, darlin',” he says. “If you want m'to fuck ya, you're gonna have to do it yourself, hm?”

At this, you frown, your big doe eyes meeting his. “What?”

His grin grows, smooth and mean. “Fuck yourself on my cock, girl,” he tells you, raising an eyebrow, almost challenging you to do otherwise.

You whimper in frustration, trying to buck your hips against his, trying to get yourself off on him, but it's—it's impossible to do it like he does.

You writhe this way and that, body jerking, pussy tight around him. You mewl, shaking, sobbing quietly as you attempt to grind against his cock.

He just watches you, his eyes focused on your body as you squirm, occasionally drifting down between your thighs to admire your raw pussy.

You hiccup, crying softly, as your frustration starts to get the best of you. Jake's cock twitches inside of you at the sight, at how helpless you look. He can't get over how much you need him, how much you ache for him. It drives him insane, makes him all feral and possessive over you.

“Why're you cryin', sweet?” he asks, smirking down at you. “I gave you my cock. Isn't that what you wanted?”

“I want you t'fuck me!” you beg, trembling. “Please!” you sob. “Need you so bad! Doesn't feel the same!”

“Well, then, you're not trying hard enough,” he replies, chuckling.

“No!” you whine, sobbing loudly. “No, I am trying! I'm trying! I just—just need you!” You begin blubbering out incoherent words, mixing it all up, your brain silly from the lack of pleasure.

“Aw, what's wrong, darling?” he questions, mocking you. “You need me to do it? Can't do it by yourself?”

“Yes!” you gasp, nodding. “Yes! Want y'to fuck me! Need you! Jake, please!”

And Jake just wants to deny you. He wants to keep watching you struggle to fuck yourself, but he just needs you too. He needs to fuck you, needs to make you his.

“You poor thing,” Jake chuckles as he begins thrusting into you, quick and rough, making you mewl in delight. “So pathetic. You can't do 'nything without me, hm?”

You shake your head. “Can't do anything without you!” you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounds you.

The head of his cock crashes into your cervix, making you whine as pleasure shoots up your womb and coils tightly in your lower stomach. “Yeah, that's right. You need me, don't you? Need me t'take care of you, honey.”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Need you! Need you!”

“Yeah, you do,” he chuckles. “You'll always need me, baby.”

You nod, agreeing, stars dancing across your vision. You're shaking, breathing heavily as the pleasure floods you. You feel like you're drowning in it, this familiar sensation, and you fear Jake will only edge you again.

“I wanna come!” you whimper, cunt tight around him. “I wanna come! Please!”

And it's just so easy for Jake to tease you. “What if I say no?” he questions.

You cry out. “Please! Please! I'm always so good for you! Please, let me come!”

The way you're so helpless, so needy, so fucking desperate for him—goddamn, he can't say no to you.

“Alright, girl. Come all over my cock, yeah?” he allows.

You gasp, both amazed and relieved. “Thank you!” you mewl. “Thank you! Fuck!”

Jake's thrusts are ruthless, his balls slapping against your folds, his thick cock pressing against your gummy walls as they tighten with your growing pleasure.

Jake grunts, feeling you closer and closer to the edge. He can't keep himself from watching you, training his eyes on your bouncing breasts or on your swollen pussy. You're just so fucking perfect, and he loves you so fucking much.

“Come on, baby,” he encourages. “Come for me, darlin', hm?”

You shudder, the ecstasy inside of you threatening to burst, your every nerve ablaze with bliss. And then the pleasure grows, like an ocean of fire, and it washes over you, sending you over the edge. You gasp and mewl as your orgasm crashes through your body, making you quiver violently. You cry out as you finally come. The sensation of bliss is too much. Your orgasm was too needed, too harsh, and your body falls limp as Jake thrusts into you a couple more times before he finally spills his load into you.

He groans quietly, his cum spurting into you, warm and thick. You barely register it from how fucked dumb you are.

Jake pulls out of you, quickly tending your needs. He kisses you softly, murmuring, “Are you okay, baby? Was I too rough?” He gets lost in the pleasure, his lust making him feral, and he'll sometimes forget he's so much stronger than you. He forgets that he can hurt you.

You shake your head. “'m fine,” you reply, breathless, accepting the kisses he delivers on your neck.

“Good,” he says, softly massaging your body. “Y'know that no matter how mean I am to you, I still love you, right?”

You offer him a tiny, playful smile. “Do you?”

Jake grins back. “I will always love you, baby. And nothing will ever change that.”

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 15

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: None

Hangovers and Hang-ups

Killer leaned against the wall of Kid's workshop while Kid took a closer look at your log pose. "What's your plan with her?" Killer had taken care of you until you passed out. He had thrown you over his shoulder and taken you to Kid's huge bathtub. He had thought about tucking you into his bed so you would be more comfortable; he knew you would have a raging hangover in the morning and Killer could always sleep in Kid's bed so you could have his room to yourself. As nice as he could be, and even after you treated him, he didn't want you to puke in his sheets, so he settled for a pillow and comforter thrown into the tub with you. It would be easier to clean if you threw up there. He felt bad about leaving you in clothes covered in now-stale beer, but he felt worse when he thought about taking them off, unable to shake the image of your mouth around his fingers while your eyes burned into his through the holes in his mask. It brought heat rushing up his neck thinking about it now.

Kid shrugged. "Wire said we have another week until we get ta the next island. Our deal was that she gets off there." He continued to tinker with the log pose. "If I still want to fuck her by then, I'll make her change her mind. We need a doctor anyway." 

"I think we need to figure out who she is before you think about keeping her on this ship, if she even wants to stay. You don't think it's odd that she won't tell anyone her name? That she can put up a fight?" Killer picked up your weapon that had been sitting on the corner of Kid's bench. It was a unique design, though he was certain he had seen something like it before. "Do you remember when we first started out, the time we got intercepted by marines?"

"Nah. Why?"

"No reason." It was fuzzy, yet the tool in his hands made Killer keep thinking back to that time. Something was there. He wanted to be sure before he brought it to Kid's attention. "If she doesn't want anyone to know her name, she must think we'll recognize it, which brings a few possibilities: she's from a rival crew, she's a marine, or she has a bounty. Maybe a combination of those. And then there's the separate matter of what she told me last night about not being able to swim. She might have a Devil Fruit." 

Kid cackled. "If Trafalgar or Strawhat had a bonnie lass like that on their crew, I would have kidnapped her in Sabaody. Those two losers haven't seen a tit in their lives. Wouldn't even know what ta do with pussy." Kid seemed pleased with himself, whether it was from his own jab or his tinkering was unclear. The log pose split into two halves in front of him. "What a shit log pose... If a marine has a name that big, they would be an admiral and she isn't one." Kid paused to think, "Don't we have some old bounty posters somewhere? Go through them with Heat and see if she's there." Kid looked at the dials more closely. "Killer, look at this." His took one off and flipped it upside down. 

Killer moved to the bench, setting your gun down. He picked up the pose's needle that Kid removed. "There's... a small piece of paper."

Kid took the other two needles off. "These too." The three needles on the table shifted, ever so slightly, in three separate directions.

"Those are vivre cards!" Killer was impressed with the ingenuity. It wasn't a real log pose at all, it was a tracker of sorts, and it seemed to be aimed at three people. Family? Friends? Or... enemies. 

"What a clever little bitch." Kid reassembled it so that you wouldn't know it had been tampered with. "No wonder she wanted it back so badly." Kid had been confused initially. He showed it to Wire, who compared it to their own log pose, and concluded that it was broken since the needles didn't point the same as theirs. 

"You mean no wonder she would tolerate fucking you for this long otherwise." Killer dodged a wrench launched in his direction.

Kid shoved the log pose in his pocket. He did say he would give it back. "DON'T BE JEALOUS!" 

"I'm not," Killer said in a teasing tone, getting ready to slip out the door.

Kid narrowed his eyes in his best friend's direction. "Did she fuck you?" He thought back to what you had said before emptying your stomach over the railing. "KILLER?!" 

The masked man left Kid's workshop with his captain's shouting trailing after him and a sly grin on his face. Killer thought it was fun to ruffle Kid's feathers and get him worked up. Killer knew Kid wouldn't be mad if he had fucked you; Kid simply liked keeping track of his playthings. And Killer also knew that Kid would have wanted to compare notes to make sure you weren't holding out on him. 

Grumbling, Kid examined your weapon. He had made some improvements to it so that it met his standards. Kid was going to present it to you at the party as a gift, but he decided at the last minute that would be lame. It didn't have anything to do with the scenarios in his head where you didn't like it that left his hands clammy. He wasn't even going to do much to it, but he ran out of things to do when Killer told him his helmet was fixed and that he didn't need a new one. That concerned Kid for two reasons: anyone but him would have to weld it back together and there were no weld marks. 

It fucking sucked waking up. You were sore from being in the hard tub all night, you were nauseated, and you had the worst headache of your life. For a while, you had turned on the hot water, still in clothes, and let it rain down on you after moving the pillow and sheets that Killer had left you out of the tub. There wasn't a lot that you remembered from last night other than winning a pair of pants, that you would be sure to collect on, and Killer holding your hair back when you got sick. How embarrassing... like a damn teenager.  You pulled yourself up with a groan, plopped the soaked dress on the floor, and washed all of last night off.

When you were drying off, you heard a soft knock from Killer's end of the bathroom. You hadn't noticed the first time, but the captain's room and the first mate's were joined by this bathroom, a door on each end. Throwing the sheets around your shoulders to cover yourself, you opened the door to Killer's towering frame. 

"You look like shit." 

You blinked at him, simultaneously offended and amused. "I feel like shit." 

He moved to let you walk past him. "You should drink some water."

You looked around. His room was more simple and less dark than Kid's. "Thank you, Dr. Massacre Soldier. I'll take that into consideration." It felt like an intrusion to sit directly on his bed. There weren't any chairs and he wasn't kicking you out though, so you sat on the floor next to the wall, bringing the sheet over your head to block the light. There was a creak as Killer's weight sank on his bed across from you.

"Wire says it'll be about a week before we reach the next island. What will you do then?"

The pounding in your head nearly drowned out his question. "Eager to get rid of me, huh?" 

"No one's making you leave."

"Not yet."

"You know, you don't have to be a smart-ass all the time. There's no need to be so defensive" Killer couldn't gauge your reaction under the sheet. "You think you're so special that we'll even give a shit who you are?" 

That made you laugh. "Well now you're just making me sound like an asshole." You uncovered your face to look Killer in the eyes, well, mask holes. "It's not about who I am. It's about who I used to be." 

"We've all done things we aren't proud of... except Kid. I don't think he has regrets." Killer offered. 

You sat up, pulling your knees in and burying your face in them. "The thing is... I was proud of it. Until I learned my career was a sham. Wasted part of my life doing..." You sighed. "Killer, I know you're trying to be sympathetic or whatever and I appreciate what you did for me, but I'm only trying to make it to land alive, so I can do what I have to do." You stood up and mumbled on your way out, "I've already been ripped apart and left for dead by a crew once. Don't need to relive it." It was impossible to be betrayed again if you had no one close enough to do so. 

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[tozettastone]

Whats your ranking on akatsuki ships, partnered or otherwise?

I contemplated doing this ranking with all of the most common Akatsuki related ships but there were over 20 without even counting the OFCs and Reader fics. There were 4 Sakura pairings alone LOL. So I'll do a partner ship ranking I think.

I know that when they did this same ranking earlier today, @mixelation accounted for how the fandom treated these ships in their rankings. But I am ranking based on what dynamics I think these ships could deliver me. I'm not judging by what fandom actually gave me. I'm measuring with my ✨heart.✨

6. Orochimaru/Sasori

I cannot imagine this as a sexual or romantic ship, but I can admire the sheer amount of psychic damage these men would do through pure pettiness. This is really two dramatic judgemental bitches leaving no survivors. So that's fun, right? But as a ship? Nah.

5. Konan/Pein

I understand the canon basis for this ship but I am not very interested in either of these characters and they are not improved by proximity.

4. Sasori/Deidara

They're both cute and their philosophies are completely opposed. However, I think Sasori's regard for Deidara is not really articulated in canon and it's hard to imagine him having positive feelings about him? I don't think there's anything really interesting to chew on here, personally? It's like arguing and not much else, to me. It's an aesthetically pleasing pairing but the character dynamic is not compelling me.

3. Deidara/Tobi

Incomprehensible but at least I can see that Obito enjoys baiting Deidara and Deidara shows curiosity about Tobi. You can build a ship from the ground up if the characters are interested in drawing a reaction out of each other. I can see Obito getting attached and becoming extremely weird about it, which is always a plus. Obito has the canonical Uchiha problem of really imprinting on his precious people so I think it could end up being quite fun if written from an "Obito is erratic and unwell and Deidara is just beginning to realise he's bitten off more than he can chew," perspective. Good ship vibes.

2. Itachi/Kisame

Nobody writes this ship as a Kisame, who hates lies, deceiving himself about the character of Itachi, whose entire acquaintanceship with him is based on a lie, and I understand that this is extremely complicated to manage from a character perspective. In my heart this is a complicated relationship between a guilty and increasingly sick Itachi who can't quite dedicate himself fully to his partner, and a wilfully (as opposed to medically) blind Kisame who absolutely can.

Anyway, we love a ship that features a giant toothy violent dude whose leash is very loosely held by a consumptive teenager who is, deceptively, capable of equal or greater violence.

Also, service top Kisame. Like... yeah?? Obviously. I'm into that.

1. Hidan/Kakuzu

I am predictable. Everyone knows what I'm like about Hidan and Kakuzu. They are spouses who slay together. S-tier pairing. I have written... so... much... about... them....

[sieglinde-freud]

grabs ur hands dm ur reasoning rn *looks at you with my big eyes*

YOU GUYS ARE PEER PRESSURING ME WTF... but ok im just gonna post it here then hi tc thank u for the ask :) going under the read more because my initial ramblings were literally 3k but let me see if i can chop it down. cw: LONG. also pic for reference so we know what im talking about

so the placements all assume the only headcanon thats real going into this is that the morgans are siblings. no canon second parents which means no chrom!inigo or anything like that they all have single moms or whatever idk not important but just clarifying none of that is impacting their placements because i dont want to think about that

black eagle placements were the most fun because the fun thing about that route is that it splits into two more! one thing thats always bothered me is that when that route splits, the only thing that changes is that you either lose edelgard or hubert or you lose flayn. are you really telling me those are the only three students with enough free will to not let byleth pick the rest of their life for them? ferdinand would NOT go to the church i dont care!!! this is something they fixed (kind of) in warriors but in general when picking the black eagles i wanted to keep that in mind too

so kjelle was the first character i looked at and went “i know where you go.” i think she looks at edelgard and goes “you are everything i want to be and more” because what edelgard fights for and how she accomplishes it. kjelle is a very “the strong must protect the weak by any means necessary” which is kind of harsh when its presented to the player in awakening but it is literally edelgard’s whole philosophy. and kjelle is very egotistical (not hate i love her ass so much underrated fav!!) she thinks incredibly highly of herself so for her to bow down to anyone they would have to 1) echo her ideals and 2) be stronger than her. sorry shes never bending the knee to dimitri and claude i dont give a fuck she doesnt like those men. i think she’d understand edelgard’s idea of putting power in human hands and fully commit to the ends justify the means. this isnt really a gameplay rewrite thing im trying to do but if byleth picked the church she would leave. also… please. please please consider edelkjelle… okay guys… for me……..

on the opposite side nah was my second immediate “ohh i know what im doing with you” and its because if byleth picks edelgard, shes out!! granted, i could just put her with lions or deer but how is that fun. its not. nah, being a manakete, would probably be much more understanding of rhea and willing to reach out. being a manakete is probably a pretty isolating experience for her, ylisse or fodlan or otherwise, so i think her finding solace with rhea and flayn and seteth during her time at the academy would allow her to get closer to people more like her, and understand on some level why rhea is the way she is and why governs the way she does. though, still being housemates, she’d befriend edelgard and i think she’d admire edelgard’s conviction and maturity during the academy arc. but when edelgard betrays the church i think she’d take that very hard, and i dont think anything edelgard would say to her would get her to turn on what is basically the family she never got to have (theres also second gen angst potential in here somewhere…)

inigo was interesting to think about and i did almost saddle him in with golden deer but i like the potential of him with edelgard a lot more when i really sat down and thought about it. im pulling more from his characterization as laslow i think but at first i wasn’t really sure if i had a case for him picking between the empire and the church but i decided to go with the empire because i do think in the time he has with edelgard, he’d be a voice of reason for her (to hubert’s dismay). edelgard’s problem is that she has literally no outsider pov and is going based on her own sense of justice that, while its based in good intentions, has a lot of unintended consequences and failure to acknowledge how it impacts everyone else. i think inigo could take a unique role, similar to ferdinand (or lorenz to claude, felix to dimitri) in that he challenges edelgard but on a much more friendlier level. the thing about how that role normally plays out is that its formed on some personal grievance rather than genuine better interest of the people, and i think of all the lords, edelgard needs a friend the most (its why shes so attached to byleth???). and just looking at how hes able to handle xander in fates and how much more introspective he becomes, i think it’d play out similarly here. also i think with the forces of him and dorothea combined they would give ferdinand the worst bisexual panic of his life. ik i mentioned felix/inigo WHICH I STILL LIKE but imagine the layer of angst if they are on opposing sides… ok thanks

was on the fence about gerome until beloved mutual (hi woocy :3) convinced me he would be beagle and im completely down with that. for me, i struck out blue lions immediately. so after that its just a matter of do i think he fits in better with BE or GD and quite honestly. for some reason golden deer gets the rep of being the meme house but aside from lorenz looking a little funny anf claude putting up a facade YOU ALL FELL FOR this straight up is not true. the funny house is black eagles and by GOD it would piss gerome off to be there. i dont think they chose their houses, by the way. i think they got to fodlan and rhea vibe checked all of them immediately so he didnt have a say in this. not only is he stuck with inigo, hes stuck with watching kjelle—the strongest warrior ever probably the only one in the second to match him in terms of raw strength—stumble over herself over their house leader because wwaauuw women pretty LIKE COME ONNNN. though, i do think he’d respect edelgard for her strength, and theres a lot of interesting dynamics for him to explore. dorothea pissing him off, bonding with petra over their enjoyment for wildlife, he would definitely be training partners with caspar, and i think he’d actually be like. really good at talking to bernadetta? maybe seeing her reminds him of how he was when he was younger. maybe he gets her out by introducing her to minerva. much to think about. but in general he would keep mostly to himself with standard gerome “cant get close to people that i cant guarantee will stay with me” fashion i think he probably wouldnt be as close as say someone like inigo or nah would be with the house. so when the time to choose a side comes… i dont think he’d have the relationship with edelgard to pick her. i think he would oppose her ideals, and go with nah, if not flee fodlan entirely because omfg who careeesss…. WHO CAREEESS his ass is in wyvern valley (no i think he’d fight. but he’d def consider dipping)

m!morgan is here because i think it would challenge him. guy who is so cute so earnest so ready to be happy in school learning everything hes ever wanted hoping to come home and make momma proud and oh my god he got put in the most crazy house imaginable. whoever his professor is is probably like wow morgan you have a gift for tactics! why dont you try managing the class for a mission? and being morgan he’d go YES ABSOLUTELY!!! unfortunately this house has hubert. and ferdinand. and bernadetta. and linhardt. and caspar. the thing about robin and the shepherds is that most people immediately respected robin as their tactician and robin was able to connect and befriend most of them fairly easily because they were mostly all sane and normal people. the black eagles are most definitely not and have you guys seen that black eagles seating chart post? well. i just think it’d give morgan a hard time and between him and f!morgan its funnier if its him. also splitting him from the justice cabal for timeskip angst sorry. also i think it’d be cool if he took edelgards side. i dont actually know which way he’d lean thats a tossup like this is a character that i could believe would trust byleth’s judgement and go with them but if its edelgard i think that could set up fun conflict between him and nah. grima vs naga part 2!! though i actually did have him for blue lions first if only because of the three houses the blue lions probably need a tactician type the best but. i like this one better.

so for blue lions i immediately clocked owain like look at this guy. i think owain would see the house of cool knightly chivalrous types fighting for justice and being cool and having swords and i just think he’d be in heaven. i also think, to him, dimitri would be a figure to look up to similar to lucina, but with the difference that they are not family and owain might put him on an even higher pedestal because theres this sense of familiarity he had with lucina thats not really there anymore? kind of similar to ashe and dimitri. and when the timeskip comes, i think he’d be endlessly devoted to dimitri even still, never forgetting who he was before and striving to bring him back, still thinking of this idolized version of him, even if it puts himself at risk. i also think in general, owain would thrive in the blue lions house. felix, ashe, ingrid, dedue, annette— those are all prime support partners for him that have a lot of potential. the blue lion house is very… the way that they are. and something owain shows in fates is that though hes very good at using his theatrics to ease people, whether that be on purpose or otherwise, and by god do the blue lions need it. look at them… jesus.

cynthia is in the blue lion house for similar reasons but i think she has a key difference from owain. while i think owain is the type to go down with the ship, i think cynthia might actually serve as an opposition to dimitri and potentially go against him in a similar fashion to felix and annette in thats hidden in the games files and was never put in the game (WHEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN. dimitri doesnt get enough push back in azure moon!! another post for another time though). in their time at the academy, while owain is fangirling over dimitri, i think cynthia would too at first. but fodlan is very different than ylisse, and in particular faerghus treats its knights and specifically women knights very differently than cynthia wouldve otherwise been treated. i think this would push cynthia into questioning faerghus’s ideals (especially in getting close to ingrid who im sure she’d find friendship in) and eventually dimitri in how he seemingly upholds those ideals. when he goes down a darker path in the timeskip, she’d probably take felix’s more critical approach, and i think she could turn on him. for the empire? probably not. but i dont think she’d be as down as owain or ingrid to keep following him when hes not taking accountability for what hes doing. she might find her way back once hes come back to himself but who really knows. not me (<- girl who is writing all of this)

yarnes a funny pick because lions are supposed to be brave and fearless and hes a Rabbit. but obviously yarne would be very aware of that irony and i think it could serve as a push for him to come into that bravery, and thats something i think the lion house could help him do. i think he’d look to dimitri for solace similar to how he does with lucina, and dimitri would be very happy to provide that for him. when the timeskip comes and dimitri is lost, i think yarne would have to find it in himself to abandon that anxiety for a bit to come help ease dimitri, sort of repaying him for his initial kindness (read: i want eyepatch scary dimitri to find stress relief in petting a big ass bunny). also i dont need yarne to be in the same house as petra and marianne for him to interact with them. dont worry thats a thing. also if youre a real one you recruit marianne to blue lions everytime. no i dont know how they’d handle bringing a taguel to fodlan i dont really care either

for severa i think, even if she would rather not admit it, justice and loyalty are very key parts of her character. its buried underneath her mean girl attitude and like five pounds of trauma but its there. and what are the blue lions if not loyal knights with very LOUD auras of sadness? she would be similar to felix in terms of their views on knighthood, and obviously her whole thing with cordelia would put her at odds with the whole dying for your king/for glory thing faerghus has going on. similar to cynthia she’d be very critical of faerghus and dimitri except she’d be that way to his face. she doesnt have the same personal beef with him the same way felix would, and might be a little more like how i imagined inigo would be to edelgard, criticism with the better interest of the greater good rather than formed of personal beef. in the end though, i think she would stick with dimitri. also i think she’d have insane sexual tension with ingrid like i dont think theyd like eachother but like. my vision… do you see it.

bradys in lions partially due to mutual influence (hi zorua) but also because i ended up liking his potential with the lions as opposed to the deer or eagles. he’d have a very cute friendship with mercedes and annette i think, playing violin for them and having tea party gossip sessions. i think he and dedue could bond over being kinda scary but doing what they can to ease people’s fear of them. since thats an insecurity for both of them that brady purposefully takes steps to get rid of (ex: him hunching over is so that he can be eye level with children and people shorter with them so as not to come off as intimidating or more powerful) i think brady could help with that. though if im being so real i dont think he would like dimitri. i think he would stay and stick around and help dimitri get better. but i dont think he’d approve of his bloodlust and be very open with his issues in regards to how dimitri handles and carries himself. sorry guys im not meaning to have dimitri catch so many strays here 😭 i love the guy i just also like when theres conflict here i promise

laurent is in the golden deer because i think he and claude would be very like minded people in terms of trying to discover the secrets behind fodlan and what that means and how to better navigate fodlan as uncharted territory. theyre both foreigners, as are all of the second gen kids, but thats something claude keeps under wraps that i think laurent would be able to tell very quickly (not that it was hard. claude doesnt hide it well its just that everyone in fodlan is either stupid or all the smart people are kept away from him) that claude is from almyra. i think this knowledge could help him serve as something of a confidant to claude. obviously he wouldnt tell laurent everything but when claudes supposed closest allies are lorenz (guy who hates him and prays for his downfall) and hilda (girl who is racist and from a racist family) its just like. well maybe claude should have another friend who is normal adjacent at least, and laurents not the type to go blabbing anyways. obviously both lorenz and hilda (eh. well.) get better about their mindsets post timeskip but i think in the time of the academy laurent would be a very valuable friend for claude and vice versa. in general laurent would do well anywhere because i think most of his interest would be with the technological and scientific advancements of fodlan which is flexible, but i think, with rhea purposefully halting progress and claude being the main guy who wants truth above all else, this is the best spot for him. could hear an argument for him going to edelgard (potential recruit out of house recruit fs) but i do like him with claude a bit more. gerolau angst also.

lucina is in golden deer because i dont want her in the other two houses but also because i do think, similar to laurent, she’d be very valuable to claude and vice versa. awakening world building is horseshit but from what little we do know there is quite a bit of political discourse that lucina probably knows quite a bit about. even if her timeline was thrown into war when she was young, she probably had some form of royal training and can help claude navigate fodlan a little bit. i also think coming to fodlan would just be a very refreshing experience for lucina as the burden of everything is no longer directly on her shoulders, and i think she’d be looking for a broader perspective on life and finding another purpose for herself now that grima is dealt with. i think claude would be able to help her with that and i think she’d be genuinely interested to learn of his homeland once she figures out where hes from (i do think laurent beats her to the conclusion but not by a lot. remember this is lucina aka marth aka woman her disguised her own royal status and was very successful at it. just saying). also while i did say that golden deer is in fact not the meme house, i think they are more light hearted overall in terms of character (does NOT mean meme house or funny house. look me right in my eyes and say the house WITHOUT hubert and linhardt is the meme house. fucking liar) and i think lucina would love that. i want her to get the chance to be silly and childish for a little bit. characters like raphael and marianne and lysithea might help her heal that inner child that she never really got to let out and i just think the golden deer house would be the best place for her

morgan is here because i didnt want her and marc in the same house thats too easy. but while i think claude is the least in need of a tactician type character, him and morgan would be sooooo funny so cute and i need someone who can keep him on his toes. i think he blurts out a plan and morgan goes “ermmm ackchully” and half of the time her rebuttals are complete nonsense she just wants to argue. i think they both enjoy it. i also think, similar to lucina, a light hearted house would be a little better for her. shes much more prone to mischief than m!morgan is i think and i think the deer would benefit from that if only so she can target lorenz and make me laugh. i also think separating the twins would make for fantastic angst down in the timeskip but for now shes just hanging out having fun being a piece of shit. #girl also i think its funnier if one morgan is absolutely thriving and the other is barely keeping his shit together and by god it is way funnier if its f!morgan getting away with everything

noire is here because. i. could not think of a reason for her to go anywhere else! i thought about putting her in beagles but i dont think making that choice between the church and edelgard would be as interesting for her? and i dont think putting her in lions would do anything for her. i think the best lord and the best house at helping her through her issues and being understanding of her mood changes is probably claude and the deer. i could see hilda and leonie reaching out to her, or ignatz and her getting on pretty well, but im not quite sure on the specifics of that. my least thought out placement but also it doesnt matter because it keeps the placements balanced to put her here. i’ll have to give this one more thought…

anyways if you can believe it this is the cutdown version. i know right. i hope i didnt forget anyone that would be really embarrassing

[markosbabymama]

okay so i’m not just saying this cause ur username is dal BUT u would be adorable with dally !

definition of sunshine and storm cloud🤭

definitely that “i hate everyone but u” typa relationship

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he loves ur eyes so much oh my godhshs

obvi he ain’t gonna show it cause it’s dally but he’ll randomly catch himself staring at you’re eyes 🥲

“what are you looking at dal?”

“nothin man. i was looking at the sky.”

“i think you were looking at my eyes.” *smiling*

“nah man i wasn’t. don’t flatter yourself.”

LMAOO

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i feel like dally does like to play with hair.

like he’s not gonna do it on the couch at the curtis’ BUT when it’s just y’all and ur laying on his chest he’ll DEF run his hands through ur hair and probably make u fall asleep

“and then this motherfu- y/n? are you up?”

*y/n softly snoring*

*chuckles* “coulda’ told me if you was gettin’ board doll.

*kisses your head and plays with ur hair.*

UGHHH !!

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admires ur freckles

he’s loves em but will definitely tease u sometimes 😭

*u and dal walking out of the dingo*

“y’know your freckles look like oatmeal.”

*u turn to him giggling a bit *

“what? my freckles look like oatmeal?”

“yeah, they do, they look like oatmeal with cinnamon on em’ man.” *chuckling a bit*

“oh my goodness, only you can come up with something like that dallas.”

“it’s cute. don’t let your head spin over it doll.”

*blushes* “youre crazy.”

and from there on out, his nickname for u is oatmeal.

like let’s say u walk into the curtis house and dallys there

*y/n walking to the couch where dally is*

*u plop down next to dally* “hi dal!”

“hey oatmeal.” *wraps his arm around ur shoulder.*

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ohhh my goddddd the teasing never stops about ur height.

and dallas is like 6’0 so the height difference is THERE.

“hey short stack”

*u roll ur eyes* so creative dally, your a bean stalk how about that.

*chuckles* “you’re cute.”

“whatever.”

rests his arm at the top of ur head to get u mad LMAOO

he loves that ur short tho, thinks it’s the cutest

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honestly dally never cared that you were shy.

he tried EVERYTHING to get you out of ur shell when u first joined the gang

you and johnny were friends before joining the gang so he brang you over one day and you were like 😳

and he thought u were so cute 🥹

y know what dally is i don’t have to say.

constantly teasing and flirting

*sitting down on the couch with u* “hey doll, how ya’ doing today?”

*y/n just looking down at her lap* *im good.”

*smiling* “okay, alright good.”

was literally so happy when u finally talked to him that day

definitely rambled on to johnny abt it

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he usually doesn’t know how to deal with anxiety attacks and stuff but when u have them he really does try his best

*y/n having a panic attack* “hey, hey what’s the matter, you okay? just breath doll everything’s gonna be alright, okay? look at me, breath. there ya’ go, that’s it. calm down i got ya’.”

he’s always by your side no matter where you are

he wants to make sure his girl is safe 😢

always holding your hand or waist to make sure you’re alright 🩷🩷

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he also has no experience with adhd but again, he tries his best to make sure you’re not too hyper and burn yourself out.

*y/n bouncing off the walls with energy*

“hey, you need to sit down ok? just relax, i’ll get you something to drink alright? why don’t we watch a movie or somethin’, sound good?”

“okay! that sounds great!”

honestly loves when u hyper fixate, he loves hearing u talk about whatever it is that ur interested in that week.

he definitely goes out and steals whatever u have on ur mind

and u scold him for it ofc.

“dallas, how many times do i have to tell you to stop that! i understand you want to do something nice for me, but i don’t want you stealing!”

“it’s fine oatmeal, it’s a stuffed animal. no one’s gonna miss a teddy bear.”

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teases u cause u read but secretly loves when u read to him lol

“doll, why do you read those?”

“because it’s fun dallas.”

“sounds pretty boring to me, just a bunch of words on some paper.”

“you think it’s boring casue you can’t read the words on the paper dallas.”

“you getting smart with me oatmeal?”

“maybe.” *smiling*

“you’re lucky i like you, cause anyone else woulda had their teeth knocked out.”

“oh i know dal.”

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dally doesn’t mind that your love language is touch, it took some getting used to but after a while he learned to appreciate it.

*y/n hugging him*

“why you doin’ that?”

“because i love you.”

his favorite thing to do in the world is stand behind u with his hands on ur waist

HE LOVES IT

it lets him know that you’re safe and that no one can hurt u🤭

it’s hard for him to say things like “i love you” and “i’m so proud of you” because of his childhood:/

but when he tells you he loves u for the first time the tears are pouring.

“i love you doll, i don’t say it ever, but i’m glad you came into my life.”

*y/n crying tears of joy* “i love you more dallas.”

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A/N: oh my god i’m being so active today lolz! i hope u enjoy dally sorry it took so long ily!! 🫶🏻

[queenvidal]

The Queen For A King

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 3: Aye For An Eye

Chapter Summary: Negan brings Carl back home - save and sound. He's thinking about how to punish Rick for what his boy did, when a new opportunity arises. While Rick's gone, Spencer is shooting his shot. Things quickly escalate with you sitting on the fence. Alexandria is done living in fear - this means war.

Wordcount: 7698

Era: Season 7

- Part 4 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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It’s late afternoon when Alexandria is set on high alert. For the second time today the guards on the wall announced the arrival of the Saviors. The people in the town are concerned and are getting nervous, some coming outside to take a look while some stay inside, locking their doors.

You’re already making your way from your house to the gate. Something must be wrong, they would not have come back otherwise. People around you seem on edge, rightfully so you muse. You yourself are feeling uneasy. Your father is out of town, on a trip with Aaron. Daryl and Michonne are out hunting, leaving the town pretty defenseless, should shit hit the fan. Hopefully it won’t come this far.

The street is swarmed with worried Alexandrians. With quick steps you make your way down the street towards the parking lot, feeling the uneasiness making your stomach churn. Between the gathering Saviors you spot their boss and suddenly you stop in your tracks. Carl is jumping out of one of the trucks. Immediately is Negan grabbing him, pushing the boy forcefully up the street. At once you start sprinting towards them.

Negan releases his hand from the back of Carl's neck when seeing you running. Carl has only a moment to brace for the impact before you knock the wind out of him. You cling on him so tight he struggles to breathe. “For fuck sake, Carl!” You greet him, “I’ve been sick with worry!” After a few moments you release your brother from the constricting hug, glaring at him. “Where the hell have you been?”

Negan’s voice sounds behind you. “I’ll tell you in a minute.” He nods towards your house. You understand the silent command and get moving without another word, Carl trailing behind you. Thousands of questions are swirling around your head. Did Negan have something to do with Carl's disappearance? What did Carl do and where the hell are his bandages? 

Once at your home, Negan opens the front door and swagers inside with you and your brother following. You quickly move over into the living room where Olivia is frozen in place. She looks between you and Negan. Ever so slightly do you shake your head no at her before gathering the documents and clipboards that are scattered all around the floor.

“What have you ladies been up to?” Negan asks with a raised eyebrow.

With the inventory of the sewers in your hand you say “Going over stock of the pantry,” you explain, looking at Olivia. “Wanna take a look?” You press your lip into a thin line while Oliva’s staring at you with wide blown eyes.

“Nah, bore me with that crap next week.” Negan waves you off, sauntering into the kitchen. “My visit isn’t business related.” After a quick sigh of relief you hand Olivia the documents, she’s about to pack up and go when Negan appears behind you two. “Where’s Rick?”

You’re about to answer but when you turn around, you see him looking at Olivia. Her eyes land on you for a brief moment, before moving on to Negan. “I… I was just-”

“Don’t care.” Negan cuts her stammering off. “Where’s Rick?”

“Um, he’s…” Her eyes still travel between you and the man in front of her. You know how scared she is of the Saviors and you feel sorry for her. “Rick’s out… scavenging for you.”

“Cool.” Negan grins at her. “I’ll wait.”

He’s about to turn around again, when Oliva says. “He went pretty far. They might not be back today.” You know what she’s doing and admire that she dares trying to get rid of Negan. But Oliva quickly crumbles under Negan's stare. “We… we’re running pretty low. On everything." Her hands start to tremble. “We’re practically starving.”

That’s a bit over dramatic and Negan catches on immediately. “Starving?” He asks, his eyebrows raised. With a step further towards Olivia, he has to crack a smile, pointing at her. “You?”

Tears instantly well in Olivia's eyes and you look at Negan in utter disbelief, your mouth wide open. Oliva turns around, wiping her tears away while you fix Negan with your eyes, glowering at him. He just shrugs his shoulders, mouthing a quiet “Really?” 

He rolls his eyes before apologizing. “Jeez, I’m sorry…” He looks back at you and you mouth him her name. “Olivia? Olivia, look. I’ll be waiting for Rick, which means I’ll be here for a while. Why don’t you be a lamb and make us a little limonade? I for a fact know you guys still have some of that powdered stuff.”

The woman wipes the last tear away before saying. “Well, I was supposed to-”

“Make it.” The apologetic and gentle tone in Negan’s voice is completely gone and his expression slowly turns stern.Olivia just nods, before taking the clipboards and going for the door. 

Once the door closes behind her, you turn back towards Negan “Was that really necessary?”

“Oh, c’mon, sweet thing.” Negan sighs, “I had a long day, cut me some slack here.”

With a shake of your head you decide to let it go and turn towards your brother who hasn’t moved the whole time. ”So, what’s going on, what happened?”

Negan leans against the kitchen table. “Well. Your brother dear went on a mission today.” You are tilting your head,  your eyes moving from Negan towards your brother. “He, all by himself, sneaked onto one of my trucks and shot two of my men down in an attempt to assassinate me.”

Worry quickly takes over, hastily you take Carl’s face in your hands, scanning him for injuries  “Oh my god, are you okay? Wait- are you okay?” You ask, snapping your head back at Negan.

The man just huffs a laugh. “I am unharmed and that little shit-head is unharmed.” He pushes himself from the table, aimlessly wandering through the kitchen. “When did you say your father would be back?” He asks before turning around to face you.

You just shrug your shoulders. “Most likely today but I can’t tell for certain.”

“Well, guess I’ll be puttin’ up my feet up and wait for your father.” Negan walks back towards you and Carl. “Where can I find the bathroom?”

You point up behind you, “Upstairs the first door to your left.“

"Thanks.” Negan rounds you two to go for the stairs. “In the meantime, your little assassin can tell you all about his big plan, huh, Carl?”

With slow steps you move towards the kitchen table before taking a seat. “Actually, I’d really love to hear what the hell you were doing.” The boy reluctantly gets moving, your demanding stare forcing him to take a seat opposite from you. “And?” you ask, still waiting for him to speak up.

“I…” Carl starts, troubling to talk. “He- I…” After a deep breath, Carl tries again. “I wanted to help-”

“By getting yourself killed?” Your voice raises on its own accord. “By killing Negan? Are you insane?!” Carl doesn’t meet your eyes, looking down on the ground, biting his cheek. After you take a deep breath, you tone your voice down again. “Christ, Carl. Can you please tell me what happened?”

The change in your voice makes him look back at you again. After a moment he finally talks, explaining the whole situation, about the attempted murder, about the factory, about his punishment. 

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself, your head in your hands, still taking all of that it. All you can think about are the possible consequences for your family and Alexandria. People are going to die. Eventually you look up at your brother again. “Goddamn, Carl. Did you take only one moment to consider what would happen afterwards?”

Your brother shrugs his shoulders, looking back at the ground, “In that moment, that didn't matter to me.”

Now your anger is flaring back to life. “You’re so much like dad, it’s infuriating! How can you be so goddamn careless?”

Carl's head snaps up, “Because you’re always trying to protect everyone but no one is protecting you!”

You’re taking aback by this statement. It warms your heart to no end, to know your baby brother would go far and beyond for you. Still, what he did was unreasonable. “Carl… I don’t need protection-”

“Of course you do!” Carl states, “No one was helping you, when Negan came into our house-”

“Carl!” You yell, to cut him off. “I am your biggest sister. Protecting you is my job and I do it with all my heart. I appreciate you standing up for me but I wished you had talked to me beforehand. Then you’d have known I don’t need protection, not from Negan.” The boy’s eyebrows furrow. “I am with him because I want to.”

Carl's looking at you with a wide open eye, “But… Dad and Daryl, I heard them say he forces you to-”

You stop him right there, “He’s never forced me to do anything, Carl.”

But Carl is shaking his head, he can’t believe what he is hearing. After a moment he asks, “Is…Do you love him?”

You quickly look up the stairs, making sure you can’t be heard before looking back to your brother. “I… I wouldn’t call it love, but I’d be lying if I said I’d feel nothing.”

“I… I just don't understand.” Carl whispers, visibly struggling with the information. “He is a monster, Y/N. Do you know what he did to one of his workers? He burned off his face with an iron!”

Your eyebrows shoot up at that. “So that’s what happened to Dwight's face.” What could he have done to be punished like that?

Carl’s frown only deepens at your response, “Who cares about Dwight? Have you forgotten about Abraham, about Glenn?”

You almost roll your eyes, “I certainly did not and I am tired of people acting like I’m suffering from amnesia.” You fold your arms over your chest. “There is not one single day I don’t think about them, Carl. Still, the thing with me and Negan just… happened. I know what he did, I saw it, but I also saw that he cared. About me..”

The boy just looks down at the table, thinking about that for a moment. After a deep breath you tell him. “I’ll answer you any question you have.”

Carl’s eye moves up to you again, “So you two are together? It's like with you and Raul?”

You cringe at that name. It’s been a very long time since you’ve thought about your ex. Well, technically you two never broke up, but when the dead started walking and Atlanta got bombed, you assumed he’d died. It just made it easier for you. 

You shake your head at Carl. “No, it’s nothing like what I had with Raul, it’s-”, you stop.What exactly is that between you two, just sex? You can’t say that to your brother. And if you’re honest with yourself, it stopped being just sex a while ago, didn't it? “It’s different.” You finally tell him. “But still… nice.”

Carl’s biting his cheek again, “You’re… happy?”

You lean onto the kitchen table, thinking over it for a second. “When we two are together, yeah. I am.”

Silence scratches. Carl just keeps looking at the table, taking it all in and you keep looking at him, unsure what else to say. After a long while, Carl looks up at you again. “What’s going to happen now?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Honestly, I have no idea. We’ll see once Dad’s back.” With a tired sigh, you let yourself fall back into the chair, one arm over your eyes. “First Spencer, now you, I need a damn break.”

"Spencer?" Carl asks, “What’s up with him?”

You shake your head at him, “That’s something I’ll discuss with Dad ‘n Daryl, Carl.”

“You guys can stop trying to shield me”, the boy pouts, “ I am old enough for serious topics, you know?”

“Oh, obviously.” The sarcastic tone is impossible to miss as you wave vaguely at the stairs. 

Carl sights before turning silent again, seemingly pouting. After a tired sigh, you decide to tell him. “Okay, Spencer reached out to me today, told me he wants to get rid of Dad, so he can become the leader and not only that, he requested an alliance, so he and I would both be in charge.”

Carl's eyebrows raise up at that. “What? He can’t just do that? And with you together, doesn't he know you can’t stand him?”

“He did not ask me to do it because of sympathy, Carl.” You explain. “He just wants to use me. He needs our group and therefore someone able to keep them from acting out at him, should he become the new leader while simultaneously using me for my connections with Negan.”

“We have to do something about him.” Carl urges.

You just nod your head. “Once Dad’s back. Don’t worry, Carl.” You lean back against your chair. “At the moment we have bigger problems ahead.” 

Your little brother looks outside the kitchen window before he beams at you. “We still got one good thing out of it!” You raise a questioning eyebrow at him. “Now I know where their base is. I can show Dad!”

The urge to roll your eyes almost wins when you tell him, “Carl, come on. Do you really think I have been scouting out the whole era for over a year now and don't know where their damn base was?”

To be fair, it took you quite some time to find The Sanctuary. It’s been a few trips out of D.C, scouting out the suburbs and nearby warehouses until you stumbled around blocked off streets. Once you came across the trapped pathways you knew someone was keen to keep the riff-raff out of their territory. It was intimidating and at first you stayed away from that particular suburb. Up until your talk with Negan. When he looked at your map and pointed out the blue pin that was sticking out of that place, you knew what you’d find there. Still you’d not be able to pinpoint the exact location of his home, but that’s fine. You’d just have to follow the trapped streets to find them.

The excitement left Carl’s face as quickly as it came to light. “Really? Why didn’t you tell us then?”

“You really need an answer to this?” You look at him with raised eyebrows. “I told nobody for a reason, no one in this community could handle the responsibility that comes with that information. Can you imagine what would happen if people knew? War, Carl. And you can bet I’ll do everything I can to prevent that from happening. I won’t tell anyone where they are and neither will you.”

Another pout. Carl’s voice can’t hide how hurt he is, “You… you don’t even trust me?”

You sigh again.“Its not like that, It’s-WHAT THE FUCK?” 

Negan is walking down the stairs, grinning from ear to ear. “That noticeable?” His beard is gone, he must have shaved it in the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” You repeat, shooting out of your chair and moving towards him. Negan looks so different without his beard, it’s insane. “Why?”

“It started to get on my nerves. Why, you don't like it?” He asks, grinning. 

You shrug your shoulders, “I dunno. You just look… different.”

“Ouch.” He places a hand over his heart. “Don’t worry, sweet thing.” He reaches around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I’ll grow it back if you like it that much.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “I do know you liked the it scratching your thighs when I-”

“Negan!” You hit him on the chest. “Not in front of my brother.”

Negan just chuckles. “Alright, fine.” He lets go of you and heads for the kitchen. “Sunshine, I am starving. You guys still having anything good?”

You look at your brother and ask him if he was also hungry. He only nods. After some thinking you want to suggest something, when Negan can be heard happily squealing from the kitchen. “Spaghetti! Sweet.” He turns from the cabinet towards you, “Sweet thing, gonna give me a hand?”

You move over to the kitchen after ordering Carl to get Judith out of her bed, who just woke up and called for them. Carl does as he’s been told, getting his little sister and bringing her to the living room. He plays with her, while his bigger sister and Negan prepare dinner. He watches them ever so often. For the first time in a long time he sees her sister happy. Actually happy. She is all smiles while she’s cooking dinner with the man.

It’s not the first time Carl ever saw her smiling or laughing, she’d do that frequently at their BBQs at the end of pick up days, at stupid jokes from Eric, at Daryl's grumpy nature. But this right now? This seems different. Carl looks back at his little sister who is playing with a doll. His biggest sister most likely lied without even knowing it. As much as Carl hates to admit it, she and Negan seem to be more like what their Dad and his mom were. This kind of happy.

"Carl, Judith, come sit down." You call them over. "Dinner's ready."

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It's still beautiful outside with the sun still shining high up in the sky. But the air in Alexandria is still thick with tension.

“This feels odd.” You whisper to Negan, your arm folded around his. It’s not the close proximity that's making you uneasy, it’s the staring of everyone around you, although that's the whole point. 

After dinner, he suggested you two should take a walk around Alexandria. He argued showing you two together would downplay your situation, making Alexandria care less. You already had your doubts but eventually decided to go along with it. 

“It will get better, sweet thing.” He tries to assure you. “Eventually this won’t be a big deal anymore." 

“I doubt that Negan.” You really do. It's going to be so awkward at the BBQ tonight, when the Saviors are gone. If they're gone. Negan is still waiting for your father. 

"Negan?” You ask, quietly, “Can we please address the elephant in the room?” 

You two have not discussed what's going to happen once your father is back. Even though you can already imagine that at least one person has to die for what your brother did, you still want to know for certain.

“Sweet thing, you have nothing to worry about.” Negan assures you. “Neither does your brother, promised.”

Nervously you bite your cheek. It should calm you down knowing that he won't hurt Carl but it doesn't. “What about my father?”

Negan sighs, “Well, your father-”

“Hey, Y/N!” 

Your shoulders immediately tense up at the sound of Spencer's voice. Both you and Negan stop in your tracks, looking over at the man that is approaching you.

Once at your side, Spencer ignores you completely. His attention is only on the head of the Saviors. “Hello. We haven't officially met.” He smiles nicely at Negan. “I am Spencer Monroe.”

He raises his hand for a headshake but Negan points at Spencer's other hand that is holding onto a bottle of liquor. “Oh, is that for me by any chance?”

“Yes”, he confirms, still smiling. “Actually I wanted to invite you to a few drinks and might get the chance to talk to you.” 

Nausea instantly makes your guts turn and you clench your teeth to keep your mouth shut. This damn asshole is trying something. You’re glaring at Spencer with as much disgust as you can muster, when Negan suddenly lifts your hand that was holding onto his arm to his lips for a quick kiss. “Excuse me, Sunshine. I’ll catch you later, ‘aight?”

Your eyes switch between the two men before you reluctantly let go. With one final warning stare at Spencer, the two men move on to Spencer's porch. He’s going to pander to Negan, trying to get into his good grace, you’re sure of it. Anger is flooding your system. If your father doesn't return today, you have to find a solution. Hopefully he'll be home soon.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Negan’s leaning back into the chair as the whisky slowly burns down his throat. That sure is damn good. It would be even better if that little bootlicker would shut the hell up. 

When that man approached, Negan had half the mind of telling him off until he felt his Sunshine tensing up beside him. He takes her for a ‘no bullshit’ person, so her sudden reaction seemed off. Something was on with this guy and her reaction only piqued his interest. It’s still gonna be a while until Rick’s back, so Negan figured why not play along for a while, just for the heck of it.

It is so obvious what Spancer is trying to do. All his nice smiles and complimenting words are hollow. He’s just as an slimy asshole as Gregory back in Hilltop, only difference is, Gregory is open about it and also fun to scare and manipulate. Spencer on the other hand is trying his best to come off as sincere and the head of the Saviors is eager to find out why.

Negan grabs the bottle and pours himself a second glass when he gets an idea. “This really is good stuff, Spencer. Know what, the only thing missing right now is a pool table. Nothing better than some booze and a game of 8 ball.”

Spencer's face immediately lights up. “Actually there is a pool table.” He points at the garage on the other side of the street. “Right there.”

Negan has to huff a laugh, as if he wouldn't know that. “Oh, really? My, Spencer. You may just be my new best friend in Alexandria.” The other man chuckles, but Negan’s not finished yet. “But it’s such a nice day. Too nice to be cooped up in a dusty garage don't you think? Huh, I might have an idea.”

With a sharp whistle, Negan gets the attention of two close guarding Saviors. He orders them to get the pool table out onto the street. The boss looks at them working with a smile on his face. After another sip from his glass he looks back at Spencer. This is gonna be fun, dragging this slimy dick in front of everyone's eyes.

You step outside right after Olivia. She told you Negan and Spencer were about to play pool in the middle of the street and you just had to take a look for yourself. Carl sneaks out behind you as well. It seems like all of Alexandria is watching whatever is going on there.

The saviors are placing down the balls and handing out the cues to Negan and the other men. The Saviors seem to be unbothered but the Alexandrians seem on edge. Rosita and you lock eyes for a second before she turns around again, crossing her arms over her chest. You and your family stay at the porch while watching the two men at the pool table.

Negan’s eyes quickly scan the forming crowd around them as he takes a long drag from his cigar. When his men are done preparing the table, he says. “Know what, Spancer? I could never do this with Rick. He’d just stand there, scowling. Giving me that annoying side-eye he gives me.”

Spencer himself looks around, seemingly quite uncomfortable. “Well. That's actually what I came to see you about. I want to talk to you about Rick.”

Ah, there it is. Negan knew that guy was on about something. He just chuckles to himself as he prepares his cue with chalk. Once done, Negan leans down to prepare his first shot. “All right. Talk to me Spencer, talk to me about Rick.” The white ball moves over the green, hitting the others. With two balls pocketed, Negan changes positions for his next move.

Spencer is leaning on his cue. “I get what you’re trying to do here, what you’re trying to build. I am not saying I agree with your methods, but I get it.” Negan keeps playing, while listening to this bullcrap, waiting for Spencer to get to the point. ”You’re building a network, making people contribute for the greater good - it makes sense. But you should know that Rick Grimes has a history of not working well with others.”

“Hm,” is all Negan answers to that. He already has a feeling of where this conversation is leading to. “Is that so, Spencer?”

Spencer moves up to the table, now that it’s his turn. “Rick wasn’t the original leader here, my mom was.” Mom. Negan has to fight to keep his face unreadable. A little mommy’s boy. “She was doing a really good job of it. And then, after we allowed Rick and his people in, she died. Same with my brother, same with my dad.”

Negan takes another sip from his glass. “So, everything was peachy here for, what, years?” The mocking tone in Negan’s voice is subtle, but it takes away a little bit of your anger - he is catching on to Spencer's pathetic attempt to dethrone Rick. “And then Rick shows up and suddenly you’re an orphan? That’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard. Good thing for you he’s not in charge anymore.”

Spencer shakes his head. “Not quite. His word still goes in this community. His ego is out of control. He’ll find a way to screw things up for us, to try and do things his way to take over. That’s what he did to my mom and he’ll do it again.”

The boss takes another sip. This man is unbelievable. Tired of beating around the bush, Negan finally asks. “And what exactly are you proposing to be done about that?”

Spencer smiles slightly. “I am my mother’s son. I can be the leader she was. That’s what Alexandria needs, that’s what you need.”

Negan’s smile grows in return. “So I should put you in charge, huh? That’s what you’re saying?”

The other man nods. “Yes, we all would be much better off.”

“I'm gonna kill him”, you whisper more to yourself than anyone else but Carl heard you. He takes your hand that was already resting on one of your knives and holds it, trying to calm you down. Spencer is such a backstabbing waste of oxygen. Once your father is back home, you’ll have him exiled, if Daryl and Rick won’t do worse.

The boss downs the last bit of whisky in his glass and starts moving around the pool table, seemingly in thought. Spencer looks around the crowd, actively avoiding the people standing on Rick’s porch. 

“You got a point, Spencer.” Negan agrees. “The countless times Rick threatened to kill me, his pure hatred whenever he looked at me. The trembling of his balled fists when I'm talking to him. But there's one thing. Right now, he's out there, gathering shit for me, making sure I'm happy and won't harm a hair on anyones head here. He's swallowing up his hate and getting shit done. Now that's taking guts.”

Spencer also moves to stand across from him. “I understand how you might have gotten that impression but what you don’t know is that we’re doing the dirty work. Always living in fear of him eventually fucking this up.”

Negan takes another shot, again pocketing two balls. “Is that really the case, Spencer? You see, managing a community, feeding them, protecting them, keeping them alive - that’s a huge task. You really think you’re capable of that?” 

Spencer stands his ground. “I know I am.”

Alright, up until now Negan was just playing with him. Time to finish this game. With his cigar in his hand, Negan once again faces Spencer. “That’s good. Question is, would they really accept you as their new leader, you know, Rick’s people, his friends… his family?”

Negan’s eyes move to Rick's house, to you. Spencer follows his gaze. After a quiet moment, he says “She’ll understand.”

"Try me, Spencer!” You shout, with your free hand again over one of your knives. 

Negan's face splits into a smile. His sweet thing’s reaction was all he needed to see. After another drag from his cigar, Negan moves back to the pool table. “See, Spencer. Rick is an annoyance, a fucking pain in my ass. But he knows what he’s doing, keeping this place alive and getting me tons of shit he’s been collecting, either by himself or by coordinating his people and at the end of the day, that’s all I care about.”

Slowly he walks up to the other man. “And then there is you, Spencer. You on the other hand waited for clear air to sneak your way up to me, and try to talk me into doing your dirty work. So you can take his place as a leader, did I understand correctly?”

Spencer is visibly getting nervous but he is trying his best to conceal it. “No, Negan. I-”

“Gets me curious”, Negan interrupts him, “When you wanna take over, why not kill Rick yourself and. Just. Take. Over?”

His nerves are visibly getting the better of him as Spencer tries to speak himself out of this. “See, that's… I mean-”

Negan raises his hand, making him shut up. “Know, what I’m thinking? ‘Cause I have guess. Unlike Rick you have no guts.”

Before even Spencer can react a big and loud gasp can be heard from the people all around. Spencer looks down at Negan's hand that has a hunting knife deeply burrowed into his body. With a sadistic smile on his face, Negan makes a swift motion, slicing Spencer's abdomen wide open. His organs start to pour out and he desperately tries to push them back in as he falls to the ground.

“Oh, my bad.” Negan mocks the dying man. “Looks like you have some. Embarrassing, really. I've never been so wrong my whole life!“

“Back inside!” You usher your brother back into the house. Carl is about to argue but you shut his protest down immediately. “Don’t argue with me, I’ll take care of Spencer, he's gonna turn-.” You move your head back at the scene just in time to see Rosita aiming a gun. “NO!”

BANG!

Time stops. No one is moving a muscle or dares to breathe. It is absolutely silent in Alexandria, until-

“Shit!” Negan screams in shock, in rage. “What the shit?!”

Saviors ram Rosita to the ground, disarming her. Arat holds a knife to her throat, keeping her from moving.

“Shit! You just tried to kill me?!” Negan screams at her. “You shot Lucille!”

“She got in the way.” Rosita sneers.

Your heart is beating violently against your chest. Until now you’ve never seen Negan so enraged. While relieved he’s unharmed you dread what will happen next.

“What is this?” Negan asks, picking up the shell from the ground. “This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps, this was home made.” His head moves from the woman on the ground over to you. “Sweet thing, I thought I made myself clear about this kinda stuff, wanna tell me who made this?” Rosita swears up and down it was her but his eyes stay on you.

“I had no idea we had something!” You tell him. 

He believes you and tries again, moving closer to Rosita, who still insists it was her. Only her. “You may be stupid darlin’ but you showed some great ingenuity here. Arat, move that knife up onto her face.” He leans down to her. “Lucille’s beautiful smooth surface will never be the same, so why should yours?” Rosita just keeps staring up at him. “One last chance. Who. Made. This?”

Rosita leans right into the blade, cutting her face open. “I did!”

Negan has to chuckle at that. “Oh, you’re such a badass! But know what? I think you’re lying, and you lying to me now?!” After a few breaths, Negan calms down a bit. Eventually he says, “Fine. Have it your way. Arat?” The woman holding the knife looks up at her boss. “Kill somebody.”

Immediately you drag Carl behind you, shielding him, when Arat takes her gun out. She doesn’t even aim properly when she shoots up onto your porch. After another bang, Olivia falls to the ground. You look at her lifeless body before turning your head back to the street.

Negan looks at the body as well and recognizes the fat woman as one of his Sunshines friends. Unfortunate. He looks up from the corpse to you and expects you to glare at him but against his expectations are your eyes neither on him nor Arath. They are glowering at the woman who was stupid enough to shoot at him. He can't help but to feel somewhat proud of that. His sweet thing really does understand that she ultimately killed her friend, not him. She gets it. 

“We had an agreement!”

Rick’s voice makes everyone look up. Relieve washes over you as you see him making his way towards Negan, pushing through the crowd.

“Rick!” Negan greets him with a wide smile. “Look everybody, it’s Rick! Your people are making me lose my voice with all that yelling.” 

Your father looks around him, at the crowd and at Spencer who is lying on the ground in a big red puddle. He is trying to take the chaos in, when Negan starts talking again.

“Hey, Rick. How about a thank you?” Your father looks up in confusion. “Look, I know we started this relationship with me beating the holy shit out of your friends and because of that we might never be braiding our hair, but how about a little credit? I just bet over backwards to show you how reasonable I am.”

Negan points up at Carl, who is still standing behind you. “Your son? He hid in one of my trucks and machine-gunned a bunch of my men down, trying to kill me. And what did I do? I brought him home, safe and sound - even made him spaghetti."

Your father looks up at the two of you with a deep frown, confused and angry.

“And then there was this guy.” Negan continues, pointing at Spencer’s body. “Well, this asshole wanted me to kill you and put him in charge instead.” He moves closer to Rick. “I took him out, Rick. For you.”

Then Negan turns him and Rick around, facing Rosita, who is still being held down by Arat, “And this one? She shot Lucille trying to kill me just now so I gave you one last mouth to feed and by looking at her-” He points at Olivia with his bat, “that mouth did some major damage.”

Rick finally has enough, he turns to Negan, who is smiling at him, “Your shit’s waiting at the gate. Just go.”

Negan huffs a laugh. “Sure thing, Prick. I’ll be gone right after I find the guy or gal that made this bullet. Arat?”

The Savior takes aim at Eric, when suddenly everyone around them claims to be the bullet maker. Negan doesn’t believe any of them until Eugene raises his hand. The man has tears streaming down his face, confessing how he made the bullet, even going into detail. Eventually Negan shuts his stuttering up and orders his men to take Eugene and everything that is waiting for them at the gate.

Rick is about to move away to get to his family, before Negan steps into his way for one last word with him. “Rick, I’m gonna relieve you of that whiny mess and the shit at the gate, but I want you to realize that however much you scavenged, it’s not good enough, because after today, you are in serious, serious debt.” Negan faces the crowd. “Let’s move out!”

The Saviors start moving down the street with Negan following them. Rick stays where he is, watching them go. Eventually you appear next to him, holding a bloody knife. He looks behind him, seeing Spencer with a clean wound on his head. Your voice brings your attention back to you. “I'm so glad you’re back.”

Without a second thought Rick opens up his arm, encircling you in a hug.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Is awfully quiet around the fire. Out of respect for two people that died today, the weekly get together was held in Aaron’s and Eric's garden. 

You’re curled up in your camping chair, listening to the cracking of the fire while your mind wanders around. There are some whispered conversations here and there but overall the people around the fire remain mostly silent. Most seem to be lost in thought as you are. All but one.

“This makes me sick.”

You don’t listen at first until Carl, who is sitting next to you, asks, “What?”

“How she’s sitting there so unbothered,” Rosita speaks up.

“Leave her alone.” Carl’s trying to tell her off but to no avail.

“Why should I?” Rosita is standing up from her chair. “Know what? No. Y/N, you could have done something but decided to stay quiet when the Saviors-”

“You are in no place to tell me shit.” You finally address her. 

“Rosita, stop.” Rick intervenes. “A lot happened today but Y/N is at no fault.”

But the woman is not having it. “Of course you’d defend her, I won’t even hold that against you, Rick. But she absolutely could have done-”

“What did you want me to do, Rosita?” You yell over the place. “Spencer had it coming and Olivia and Eugene are all on you.”

“I’m not talking about Spencer!” She clarifies walking up towards you. “But you at least could have helped me, when Negan-”

You stand up from your chair, aggravated by her rant, “I sure as hell won't jump between you and Lucille because of your own stupidity.”

“Enough!” Rick shouts. “Enough. What’s done is done. All we can do now is move forward from today.”

“And how so, Rick?” Rosita asks. “More people will die and obviously no one wants to do anything about it.” She’s looking at you, making your blood boil.

“Fuck off!” You almost bark at her. “Olivia died because of you. I buried her today even though it should have been you in that hole.”

Rosita is about to push you for that but Carl steps between you two. 

“Carl?” Rick calls him. “Can you please bring Y/N home?”

The two of you go without another word but not before you stare the other woman down on your way out.

“Rosita, please go sit down again.” Rick orders and although the woman is still angry, she does as she’s been told.

Once sure, his kids are out of earshot, Rick stands up from his chair. “After today, I think everyone around here has come to realize that we can’t keep on going like this anymore. The Saviors will not stop degrading us, hurting us, killing us. No matter what we do, no matter how much work we put in, it will never be enough.”

Some people nod, as they listen to Rick. “Today we lost two more people. And more will follow eventually. We all know that. Many of you are tired of it, many are afraid and many are angry. And so am I.”

Rick starts walking around the fire, “I’m gonna purpose something and I want everyone of you on board. Daryl and Michonne are not out hunting, they are negotiating. On one of our scavenging trips, when we were looking for guns, we found a new community. One that is also living under Negan's regime. They are ready to fight back - if we agree on doing the same. The Hilltop already affirmed us that they'd also fight back if Alexandria decided to strike.”

Rick comes to stand, looking around the crowd. “Again, I want all of you on board. Everyone. We can’t do this, if we are divided. We have the gun power, there is more than enough hidden in the forest. And now we’d also have enough men to actually fight back. There will be no turning back, once we’ve started, I want you to know that.”

Rick raises his hand up. “Those who want to fight the Saviors back, raise their hands and say ‘Aye’.”

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