#blinks with those sinfully thick lashes

[redroseinsanity]

IwaOi Youtuber AU

As a disclaimer, I don’t know anything about make up, I have a poor track record with fitness videos and I don’t actually watch a lot of Youtube. But these hcs just slammed into me a couple of days ago and I was talking it out with @thewhiskingpot​ but I’m juggling a few too many WIPs so I’m just gonna get it out here. 

Oikawa is fitness vlogger extraordinaire. He does pilates, yoga, ten minute home workouts, tabata in the streets, easy stretches for work from home aches. You name it, he’s done it. All with that same peppy charm and winsome smile.

Ridiculously popular? check. Super hot? check. Extremely charismatic? check.Probably makes you feel like punching him in the face when you’re gasping on the floor like a dying fish after the 6th rep but also like you wanna do it again cause he’s so bloody encouraging. 

Iwaizumi is a beauty vlogger that gives no nonsense reviews and accidental life advice while doing his make up . 

He’s the one make up youtuber you can Trust.

Especially after the time a big brand sent him their samples and he tried it for the first time on a live stream, applied it for all of 30secs before he went ‘Nope’ and removed it. I C O N I C

Oikawa doesn’t really do make up, but he needed to learn eyeliner for an event after casually making a remark in a video, was pointed to Iwaizumi’s vids by fans of both.

He is shook

He thinks about the super buff guy with a straight face dabbing glitter on his lower lashes in the middle of the night, while getting his groceries, in the shower

He binge watches aLL of Iwa’s videos

He rewatches the one when Iwa says, “ Someone who can't see the opponent before them can't see the opponent lying beyond.” while he does his eye shadow, a lot

Then he makes a direct shout out to Iwa in his next video asking him for a tutorial on eyeliner

Iwa has no clue who Oikawa is but watches a couple of videos and definitely falls into the ‘want to punch his face’ category. 

He briefly mentions the shout out in his next video and then includes the link to an older eyeliner tutorial. That’s it. 

Oikawa is Not Having It. Goes on the offensive (if you’re gonna it it, hit it till it breaks right)

Does a video of him trying one of Iwa’s tutorials and shows just how badly he messes up. Cue pouting into the camera (I need personal assistance!)

Iwa wants to smash his face so bad

Another deadpan video, another link to a tutorial for beginners

Comments are INVESTED is this a fight? Is there sexual tension? Are we picking sides? Is this what flirting looks like??? No one knows

Oikawa proposes a bet: If Iwa can’t do three of Oikawa’s killer ab workout videos without taking a break, he has to come and help Oikawa learn make up

Iwa takes the challenge, films it, breaks the internet when footage of him all sweaty and shirtless goes viral

Probs breaks Oikawa for a while too. He defs blue screens when he sees the thumbnail

Iwa is surprised because only when he does the workouts does he come to realise Oikawa is hella strong. the heck? He does all these workouts, smiling, chatting like he’s at afternoon tea?? What are his core muscles made of? 

Grudging respect from Iwa

HE WON THE BET THO fans are like :((( No more Iwaoi content?? BUt the ship was just sailing...

He feels like he’s dying doing 3 Oikawa videos back to back but he gets it done

Then he PMs OIkawa for his home address and then goes over to help him with his make up

Is extremely amused to discover Oikawa is scared of the eyelash curler

And eyeliner on his waterline

And falsies 

And does NOT understand the concept of a lip liner

The video that goes up eventually is ‘Boyfriend does my make up challenge’ 

Oikawa tries, he really does

At least he scored a bf tho ;)

[ladycamillewrites]

By @vbecker10 🤍

▪️Gif drabbles day 1 (18+, ~700 words)

Spying on the captain

“What the hell are you doing, rookie?” Conrad’s voice startled you to death, a hasty hand slamming his laptop shut. You had no idea for how long the captain who was assigned your watchdog on this nerve-wracking expedition had watched you. You were new in the special forces however, your presence has been a delight to Conrad’s usually so well under control body.

Broad, muscled shoulders formed the apex of his defined biceps and sinfully exposed forearms as he leaned against the wall so casually. The stubble of his lately shaved beard played around the sharp jawline like a weapon. The steel blue of his slightly narrowed eyes pierced you like of the hooks the camp doctor used to stitch wounds.

“Captain, I’m sorry but… I-“ your voice lost it's usual strength as the handsome man easily nudged himself off the wall, long legs striding towards you until the ex soldier towered right in front of your anxious self. God, he could be intimidating, no wonder they literally begged him to join this mission. Amusement in between hues of chiding strictness emitted from his eyes like deadly radiation. Deadly to your panties.

“Were you spying on me, rookie?” He rasped, strong arms parting and caging your heavily rising chest between the backrest of your chair and the table. “You're aware that this won’t be a peaceful promenade through the local park, hm? Why then wasting your time on spying on your captain, y/l/n?” Conrad's baritone voice mused bringing his right arm up to this sweet mouth you've secretly been dying to kiss. The bulging biceps strained the lash fabric of his dark blue shirt like a threat to everyone who laid eyes on them, now leading to his rosy lips.

…how they would feel sinfully tugging and nudging your most sensitive parts while low hums made them vibrate, the rosy skin powerless against the sound of seething masculinity. How he would lick lazy trails across your cleavage while you mounted his thick thighs. How your body would bounce of the sheer force of his experienced and deadly muscles; many well tuned soldiers assembling if their captain called to sate his need. Would he be rough with those raspy fingers which could rest on the trigger of an M16 completely motionless but always ready to kill? Or would he prefer to fuck you slow, sensual thrusts massaging your body into his mattress while he groaned like a starved man?

“Now we’re daydreaming. Sweet” Conrad chided with this playful smirk on his lips he always put on when watching you train in the base-camp. 'Idiot' you internally damned his cheeky words, blinking a few times to make sure your improper brain truly had returned to reality. “I was just thinking about-“ you began feigning self-confidence to veil the throbbing lust that coated your breath like morning fog in the rainforest you were trapped in. But the swift uncrossing of displayed forearms cut you off.

A flawless string of white teeth was revealed, artistically reflecting the dimmed tube light like a painting. Conrad’s sharp bone structure was underlined by hollowed cheeks as the soldier ripped the small clasp of his watch open. With his teeth. There was something savage about him, almost primal layered in his sceptical nature you just couldn’t get over.

With a dull thud the leather band of his watch was tossed on the table, the silver case sliding across the wooden surface and stopping right in front of your chest. Without even brushing your skin he pulled his arms crossed again turning one boot in the dirty, squeaky tiles. He was about to leave, thank god.

“Come to my tent in exactly ten minutes. I suppose we shall find a solution to your little distraction-problem, rookie” he snickered, something dark flashing in his blue orbs like a whizzing by shooting star. Your legs clenched in excitement and the lump in your throat grew tighter as if you were strangled by the fact that both Captain Conrad and you knew what he really meant. A smirk adorned his unique face like jewelry before he left the room.

Devouring every passed second like a sugary treat you waited impatiently to go off and find the tall framed man in his private tent. To enter the shank tank and bury the professional relationship you kept to your captain six feet under. To hell with all those rules and circumstances. If it was true was they told about the status of the cartography process you wouldn’t be here for too long anyway…

Taglist; @holdmytesseract @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @muddyorbs @mochie85 @xorpsbane @loz-3 @yukio369 @silverfire475 @lokisgoodgirl @mischief2sarawr @assemblingavenger

[lovingzombiechaos]

The Price We Pay-Chapter 4

Summary: Negan continues his rounds of terror. Word Count: 4500

NAYNA

Nayna poked a finger between the bars of the cage. “Shh, shh. It’s okay.”

While Negan and his men taunted and teased Rick, Nayna had gone to check the trap. Somewhere between her checking the trap and coming back, Daryl had loaded the truck up with a broken hutch and some chicken wire. Of course, now that she actually had the rabbits, he was nowhere in sight.

She felt a flare of annoyance. Why would he put them in the truck instead of in the damned yard? Now she would have to drag them and the bunnies to the backyard and pray neither one escaped.

Her eyes shifted back to Negan and she snorted to herself. Since he seemed so fucking smitten with her, maybe he would move the shit for her. Meh, not likely in any event. Whatever, she didn’t need Negan anyway.

Nayna set the cage down on the tailgate and clicked her tongue at the terrified creatures. The two rabbits had backed themselves into the corner of the cage, shaking and chittering at each other. Nayna clucked at them as she stuffed pieces of shredded lettuce between the bars. They wore the same look of bewildered fear that the Alexandrian’s had around Negan.

Behind her she could hear the scuffing of boots along the asphalt. By the looks of the people hurrying around her, she figured it was Negan.

And she was not disappointed.

“Hubba, hubba,” he said.

She squinted at Negan over her shoulder, wondering if he was out of his mind. Here she was, a hot, red-faced, sweaty mess with her hair falling out of her braid, covered in dirt and god-knew what else. Also, she noticed the scent wafting from her armpits was far from pleasant. Then again, why should she even care how she looked or smelled for that bastard?

Negan looked as sexy as ever in his tight white t-shirt, leather jacket and that half smirk, taunting her. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from drooling at his hands. As  much as she enjoyed the hard muscles of a man, there was something about a man’s hands that told her a lot. Negan’s were no different. His left hand was bare and swung back and forth with purpose as he strode towards her, while he wore a single leather glove on the hand wrapped around Lucille’s handle.

She really had to stop referring to the bat by name.

His hands were large, stocky, befitting his stature. From the few times she’d seen him, they’d never been idle. Like the man who wielded them, they were loud and boisterous, blustering their way through life. And yet, she’d seen them so incredibly gentle when cradling Lucille. She imagined it would be the same if he were cradling her head, his lips covering hers.

“Doll?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts as he snapped his sturdy hand in her face.

She blinked and turned back to the rabbits to hide her face. The bunnies were busy tearing into the lettuce and eyeing her and Negan warily.

He cleared his throat and she squeezed her eyes shut, praying for patience and for the fire in her blood to die down. “What is it?”

“I said, don’t you look mighty fine today.”

With that, Nayna turned back to him, hands on her hips. “Are you blind?”

“Fuck no, I know a hot woman when I see one,” he said, gesturing at her with Lucille.

“Don’t point that thing at me,” she said, taking a step back.

“Thing? Fuck you, doll. This is Lucille. She is a lady and she needs some motherfucking respect…I think you should come give her a fucking kiss.”

Nayna raised a brow. “I think you should kiss my fucking ass, but I doubt that will happen, so it looks like we’re at a bit of a crossroads here.  My lips aren’t getting anywhere near that thing.”

Negan shook the bat at her, shaking his head, though he never lost that expression of mirth on his face. “I’ll kiss your ass if you ask me veeeery nicely, doll.”

Of course, Negan could turn anything sexual. “Well, you’ve already seen me today.  I haven’t run away in the hour you’ve been here, so go frolic somewhere else.”

He snorted and rested Lucille in the bed of the truck beside the cage. “What the fuck is this?”

She cut her eyes between him and the bunnies. “They’re rabbits.”

“Well, no fucking shit Sherlock. The fuck are you doing with rabbits?”

Nayna peeled off more bits of lettuce and shoved it in the cage. “Breeding them. It’s uh…my pet project.”

He chortled and wriggled a thick finger between the bars, stroking the soft fur of the female rabbit. “I see what you fucking did there, doll.”

Nayna half-smiled at him and wrapped her arms about herself. “What do you want, Negan?”

He glanced up at her and once again his eyes ran over her body. “Entertainment.”

“Then maybe you should find someone else to play with, I’m kinda busy,” she said, hoisting herself up the tailgate, only partially ignoring Negan’s gaze following her.

“The fuck are you doing that can’t wait a few hours?”

She gestured to the chicken wire and the broken wooden hutch. “I want to get them settled in before tonight. If I wait too long I won’t have time to finish. That cage is too fucking small for them as it is.”

He leaned against the truck and peered up at her through sinfully long lashes. “Beg off for a few hours, come on, let’s see who has a fucking pool table or ping-pong table or something, doll.”

She shook her head. “Pass. I’ve got shit to do.”

He sighed as she turned back towards the crap in the back of the truck. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she bent down to put on the thick, fabric gloves. Nayna gingerly stepped over Lucille. The last thing she needed was to trip and fall and break her ass on that fucking bat…The fucking bat that would ultimately be her demise.  She shuddered, suddenly cold.

“Hand me the fucking shit and I’ll help you fucking unload,” Negan said gruffly.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, raising a brow. “Beg pardon?”

“Hand that shit over and I’ll fucking help you. But if I do, you have to answer my questions.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Again, pass. You don’t need to know anything more than my name and the fact that I’m still here for my people.”

“Fucks sake, doll. A little conversation won’t fucking kill you. And if I recall correctly, from our conversation an hour ago, Nayna isn’t even your real name.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned away. “Can you just not?”

She bent down and snagged the chicken wire roll. Shit was heavy. Nayna dragged it to the edge. Before she could jump down, Negan had snapped it up and set it neatly on the ground, one black brow raised. “Come the fuck on, doll.”

“Fine, whatever. I’m not guaranteeing you’ll get any answers out of me,” she said, pushing the broken hutch to the edge of the tailgate. “Anyway, I don’t see why you even care to know anything about me. Doesn’t seem like your style, to be quite honest.”

Negan lifted the hutch with no problem and set it beside the chicken wire. “I’m fucking curious about the woman who would jump up to save others. Fucking stupid, but brave. I like that. You got balls.”

Nayna shrugged at him, sitting on the edge of the tailgate and sliding off. “You’re right, it was dumb, but I was fucking desperate. Do you blame me?”

“Blame you? Fuck no. Understand you? Also fuck no. I don’t fucking get why you’d sacrifice yourself for a bunch of assholes who wouldn’t do the same for you.”

She hoisted the cage with the rabbits onto her hip. Her eyes fell on Lucille. “You’ve never loved anyone so much you’d die for them?”

“Nope, I fucking haven’t.”

She glanced up at him. “Then I feel sorry for you.”

He burst out laughing. She made to move around him, but he caught her by the elbow. “Don’t fucking feel sorry for me. That shit is weakness.”

“How would you know if it’s weakness if you’ve never experienced it?” she asked, staring up at his hard, square jaw.

“Because I see it every fucking day. And it’s bullshit. It never fucking lasts.”

William appeared in her mind for an instant, but she pushed the memory of him away as she glanced at Lucille again. When she looked up at him, his eyes were glittering, daring her to say something else. She simply stared at him defiantly.

His gaze fell on the simple wedding band on her left hand. “You married?”

Instinctively, her fingers rubbed the warm metal of the ring. “Yes.”

“Where is the lucky man?”

Nayna sniffed, eyes glued to the pavement. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t fucking know?”

She swallowed. “He’s probably dead.”

Negan dropped her arm. “I’m sorry.”

She raised her brow up at him as she shifted the cage higher on her hip. “That’s big of you.”

“Hey, I’m a mighty fine, stand up kinda guy, doll.”

William was the last person she wanted to think about right then, so she moved around Negan. She was surprised to find him following her into the backyard.

“The fuck do you want this shit?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” she said, setting the cage down on one of the tables Daryl had left her.

He nodded and set the stuff down next to the table. She picked at invisible lint on her shirt, trying to still her pounding heart. Negan’s touch left her insides squished and liquefied.  When she looked up, she was alarmed to find him coming closer to her. He stepped closer and closer, backing her up to the fence. It wasn’t fear that made her retreat, but the pull she felt towards him as he stalked her way, his heady gaze making her feel drunk. He trapped her between his arms and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

She turned her head in his direction and her nose brushed his. All the smells and signs of spring disappeared as the Negan took over all her senses. They were so close that if either one even twitched, their mouths would touch. And Nayna wanted that so bad.

She put her hands up in self-defense and they came to rest against his chest. “What do you want?”

He flashed those white, white teeth at her. “I think you know what I want.”

With her heart pounding in her ears, she found it hard to speak, hard to think. It didn’t help that him being so close felt so wonderful. Years of physical neglect, of emotional turbulence led her to fucking ache for Negan. Her brain knew better, but her heart and body both had other things in mind. Nayna opened her mouth, but she was cut off by a loud, ringing shot that echoed around the walls.

Negan’s eyes went from soft, sexy and lustful to hard, pissed and determined. His entire face was a mask of something more than angry. Whatever it was, it turned her blood to ice and she shivered under the frost of his stare.

His voice was low when he spoke, a sharp contrast to his usual loud bravado. “You better fucking hope to whatever god you pray to that was an accident.”

He wrapped his gloved hand around her wrist and pulled her along behind him. She stumbled along as he dragged her down the alleyway and into the main road where the other Saviors and Alexandrians were looking around in alarm.

The lone female Savior stepped forward. “It came from the infirmary.”

He nodded and pulled Nayna along, yanking Lucille up from the back of the truck as they passed. As much as she wanted to struggle against him, she thought better of it. No use in angering him any further. She glanced over her shoulder and her eyes met Rick’s. He gave a slight nod and followed them into the infirmary.

“Hold this,” Negan said, and thrust Lucille into Rick’s hands before tugging Nayna inside.

Nayna blinked several times, blinded from abruptly switching from the glaring sun outside to the shadowy darkness of the house. Negan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have such problems.

“The fuck is going on here?!”

When her eyes had adjusted, she saw Carl pointing his gun at three Saviors. One of them held a black plastic milk crate filled to the brim with medicine. “They said half! They’re talking it all!”

Rick raised his hand, approaching his son the same way he would approach a suspect. “Carl…Carl, put the gun down.”

Everyone in the room tensed as Carl turned his gun to Negan. Nayna sucked in a breath to say something when Negan’s laugh cut her off.

“Hmm, really?” Negan said, pushing Nayna ahead of him and sliding his arm around her so that his hand rested on her chest, right over her heart. All her dirty, dirty mind could think of was that his hand was mere inches away from her breast. It took every measure of self-control she possessed not to arch into his hand.

Carl tightened his grip on the gun and turned to look at Negan with one steely eye. “You should go. Before you find out how dangerous we all are.”

She stiffened as Negan  pressed his front into her back. While the sensation wasn’t uncomfortable, the public nature of the gesture made it so. Of course, it was Negan, who had no such reservations as he rocked her from side to side.

Negan chortled in her ear, but his attention was fully focused on Carl. “Well, excuse me, and pardon the goddamn shit outta my fucking French, but are you threatening me? Look, I get threatening Davie here, but I can’t have it. Not him, not me, not—”

“—Carl, just put it—” Rick cut in, but Negan lifted the hand that was not otherwise occupied by Nayna.

“—don’t be fucking rude Rick, we’re in the middle of a conversation…Now, boy, where were we? Oh, yeah, your giant man-sized balls. Where’d ya get them from, cuz I know you didn’t fucking get them from your daddy there. Did you give him some balls, doll?” he said, shaking her.

She didn’t speak. Instead she glared at Carl, jerking her head at him. Carl’s gaze flitted between Nayna and Rick, but he still held it steady.

Nayna squirmed involuntarily when Negan drummed on her chest. “Speak when you’re spoken to, doll.”

“I don’t know,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Any-fucking-way, no threatening us. Listen, I like you. So I don’t wanna go hard proving a point here. You don’t want that. I said half your shit and half is what I say it is. I’m serious. Do you want me to fucking prove how serious I am?”

Negan’s fingers trailed up her chest and traced a line up and down her throat as he stared Carl down. Nayna’s eyes shot to Rick standing there, silently pleading with both of them. Everything felt frozen in time except the rapid bump of her heart, which Negan could surely feel under his bare fingertips.

Carl’s nostrils flared, but Nayna shook her head at him. He lowered the gun, his gaze lowering with it. Finally he looked up at them, his eye blazing as he shuffled past them and handed the gun to Rick.

“Ah ah ah,” Negan said, lifting his finger from her throat to shake it at them. He gestured at the gun in Rick’s hand. Rick handed it over without a word, glaring at Negan.

“Careful how you’re looking at me, Rick. This whole thing reminds me…You fuckers have a lot of guns. There is a fuckton you took from my outpost when you fuckers wasted all my fucking people with a shitton of your own guns and I’m bettin’ there is even more. Which adds up to an absolute assload of guns and as this little emotional fuckin’ outburst has made crystal clear I simply cannot fucking allow that. They’re all mine now. Pony the fuck up.”

Negan cocked his head towards one of the Saviors who held out his hand to Rick. However, Nayna didn’t get to see the transaction as Negan steered her back outside. Once again the light blinded her and she would have stumbled had he not had a firm grip on her.

She was still wearing her Sig strapped to her waist.

He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Where are my guns?”

She picked up Negan’s hand like a dirty tissue and dropped it from her chest. “This way.”

He snickered. “Don’t like it when I touch you?”

She surveyed him. “I don’t like being touched, period.”

“Why?” he asked, falling in line with her.

She gave him a side-long glance and shrugged. “It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Even when Rick does it?”

Nayna felt her cheeks grow hot. She squared her jaw, determined not to look at him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under her skin.

Negan snorted. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

They walked in relative silence to the pantry, where Olivia stood with her clipboard. Negan smirked and cocked his head at her. “Lead the fucking way, dear.”

Olivia glanced at Nayna who nodded. Several of the Saviors followed Olivia deeper into the armory.

“We’re not taking a fucking scrap of your fucking food. Just letting you know how fuckin generous I am, though I can’t fucking help but notice that you got the fat lady in charge of the food,” he said, grinning down at her.

She stared up at him unimpressed. “That’s cruel.”

“Oh, don’t be so fucking sensitive. I also can’t help but notice how much some of these people look at you for fucking guidance. Everyone lost faith in Rick as a leader.”

“No, it’s always been that way,” Nayna called over her shoulder, stepping back into the sun.

And it had been, ever since Rick’s breakdown at the prison she’d taken up the slack because no one else would and no one else seemed to know what to do. Then, they put her as head of the committee while Rick was getting himself back together. After that they’d shared the burden all the way to Alexandria.

Negan stopped beside her, leaning on the iron fencing of one house. “So how much of that fucking attack on my outpost was your fucking idea, doll?”

She shrugged again, not wanting to betray Rick. “Doesn’t fucking matter. I took part in it, we all did.”

His shoulders began to shake as he put his hand to his face. “Jesus, doll. Could you be any more fucking obvious about it?”

She crossed her arms under her breasts, noticing his interested gaze flicker down and then back up. “Obvious about what?”

He opened his mouth to say something and then something behind her caught his interest. Nayna glanced behind her as Rick ambled up and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned back to Negan who was looking between the two of them with vested interest.

“Obvious,” he said shaking his head.

“What?” Rick asked.

“Nothing,” she said tersely before Negan could say anything else.

There was a scuffle from inside the pantry and the female Savior came out, dragging Olivia along and then shoving her in front of Negan. She clutched the purple composition book under her arm, and Nayna’s heart began to thump in her ears.

Olivia looked at Nayna pleadingly, but she shook her head reassuringly.

“Hey, Arat, you don’t do that unless they’ve done something to deserve it,” Negan said, shaking a gloved finger at the female Savior.

“Yeah, we checked the inventory with the guns in there and the ones on the wall. They’re missing three. Glock 9mm, a .22 Bobcat and a Sig Saur P229, 9mm,” Arat said, handing over the book to Negan.

Nayna furrowed her brow. The Sig was her service weapon and sitting at her hip as usual, but she couldn’t remember ever seeing either of the other two guns in the inventory at any point. Olivia was covertly trying to catch her eye, but Nayna looked away.

How did she fucking miss that? Olivia wouldn’t have known better, but Nayna did. Nayna had been the last one in the armory…

Negan cut into her thoughts. “Now, is this true?”

Olivia shivered under Negan’s gaze. “T-t-t-the inventory is c-c-correct.”

Rick stepped forward. “We had some people leave town. The guns might have gone with them.”

“So, you’re saying Olivia fuckin sucks at her job?” Negan laughed, wrinkling his nose as he pointed at Rick with the inventory book. Nayna’s heart felt frozen as she whizzed through the inventory and the secondary inventory in her head.

Rick shook his head. “No. I am not saying that..”

“Then there should be a fucking full accounting of the guns, shouldn’t there?”

Nayna reached into her holster and sighed. “I have the Sig. It’s accounted for.”

Negan turned to her with interest, watching as she slid the clip out of place and handed it over to Arat without another word. Handing over her service weapon was like handing over a piece of her body, a piece of her soul. Something she’d had since before it all started. She looked up, meeting Negan’s gaze, and he smiled at her.

“Good job, doll. See, she’s on board. Now, where are my guns?”

“I’ve never seen those two in the armory at any point, either. And aside from Olivia, I know that inventory from top to bottom.”

And the other one too. She licked her lips and stared boldly at Negan.

He tossed his head to the side. “Well, you’re two handguns short, regardless.” He turned to Olivia and tilted his head. “Do you have them?”

Olivia trembled and shook her head. “N-n-no..I-I-I…”

Negan looked at Rick. “You know, that’s disappointing. I thought we had an understanding.”

His eyes fell on Nayna. “I thought we all had an understanding….But this…this shows someone is not fuckin on board and I can’t fucking have that, now can I?”

Stepping forward, he put a hand under Nayna’s chin. “You know, Rick…I don’t enjoy killing women. I can waste men all the live long…But this…this was Olivia’s responsibility at the end of the day. So now what the fuck am I supposed to do? Waste Nayna because Olivia sucks at her job? Or waste Olivia because she sucks at her job and spare Nayna, which means I’m going back on my word?”

“Look, we can work this out,” Rick started, but Negan held up his other hand.

“Oh yes, we can. And I fucking am going to. Right the fuck now.”

His hand dropped to her throat and he laughed. “Don’t be fucking nervous, doll.”

“I’m not nervous,” she lied.

“Really? Because I can fucking feel your heart pounding in your throat.”

Again, her face went red, but she glared at him. “Stop touching me.”

He dropped his hand. “Sure thing, dollface…So which one of you should I kill? Olivia? You or her?”

Olivia whimpered in response, and looked between Negan and Nayna who held up her hand.

“How about we concentrate on finding the guns first and decide later?” Nayna asked through gritted teeth.

Negan’s eyes were like steel, but he inclined his head. “You fuckers have two hours to procure those guns.”

“Thank you,” Nayna said stiffly, stepping back and grabbing Rick’s sleeve.

He followed her away from Negan and they stopped in front of their house. “I’m going to gather everyone at the church…”

She caught both his eyes and his train of thought. “…and I’ll start searching the houses.”

He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead, sending stupid butterflies flapping around her tummy. “Thank you, Nayna. I can always count on you.”

A bitter bile rose in her stomach as she watched him walk away. He could count on her, always. She just wished she could say the same.

In the end it was Rick and Father Gabriel who found the guns, stuffed in Spencer’s heating vent. Livid did not even begin to express the feeling on Rick’s face as he handed the guns over to Negan. Olivia whimpered in relief and Nayna ticked her head to the side allowing Olivia to flee.

Negan rolled his eyes and watched her go. “It’s fucking amazing what you can accomplish when you light a fire under someone’s ass, isn’t it?

“Well, it looks like we’ve worn out our fucking welcome here, boys! Let’s get a fuckin move on. Now, before I go,” Negan said, gripping her arm and pulling her away from the group. “Let me make something abundantly clear. All of you work for me now. That includes you, dollface. All of you need to show me some motherfucking respect. Especially you. Now, I don’t mind your sarcasm, our witty rapport, but I sure as fuck mind it if you question me in front of my men. Don’t you ever fucking do that again or it won’t be you who dies. Got it?”

Nayna watched him in silence. She wasn’t scared of the coldness in his eyes, no, she was scared of how fast his dancing eyes turned into hard ice.

“Speak when you’re fucking spoken to,” he said, shaking her slightly.

“Yes, Negan, I understand,” she said automatically in the most robotic voice she could muster.

“That’s fan-fucking-tastic, doll. I’m glad we’re on the same fuckin page about something.”

Negan leaned down, once again close enough to kiss, but he only smiled at her before swiping a finger over the tip of her nose and turning back to Rick.

“You don’t think I’d fucking forget Lucille, now do ya?” he said, reaching for the damnable bat. Rick was biting his tongue as he handed it over.

Negan’s fingers wrapped around the bat as he drew Rick in closer, speaking low enough for only Nayna and Rick to hear. “I just slipped my dick down your throat…And you thanked me for it.”

As much as Nayna wanted to reach out and comfort Rick, whose face was red and whose veins were popping out of his neck, she couldn’t help but think of Negan picking up on her feelings. Instead, she stood there, half-dejected and fully angry.

“Welcome to a brand new beginning you sorry ass fucks! Toodles and ta ta.” He saluted them before turning back to his men. “Let’s get the fucking fuck outta here.”

Once they were gone she looked at Rick and leaned into him. “Surviving is fighting.”