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[atomicladytimetravel]

Employees Only

Summary: No outbreak AU. Joel Miller owns Miller Contracting and you are his assistant. When Joel gets the bid from a huge client, he celebrates by doing what any sane man would do…banging the assistant.

Warnings: Porn with very little plot. Drug use (marijuana), Boss/Employee relations, Smut/Explicit. Contains sex under the influence of marijuana, nipple play/stimulation, oral (f and m receiving) light gagging, fingering, Joel’s a little cocky about his dick (pun intended). Joel is a simp for you. No physical description of reader, other than female.

18+ only - MDNI

Friday. Fucking finally. Not only is it the end of your work week, but it’s also the end of you spending longer evenings than usual helping your boss put together a bid for one of the biggest clients he could ever hope to acquire. You can’t do any real complaining though - Joel made sure you were well compensated for your extra time and (let’s just face it) he sure is fun to look at. Not to mention the, you know, huge fucking crush you’ve had on the man for…well, for probably about as long as you’ve worked for him. Suffice to say, you’d do juuuuust about anything Joel asked you to do.

You’re making your way to your favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, the air conditioning in your car blasting to combat the sweltering Texas heat. You have to pass the small office building that houses Miller Contracting on your way to get to the Chinese place and, even though it’s damn near ten o’clock, Joel’s old pickup truck still sits in its usual parking space. Curious, you pull out your phone and select his name from your recent call log. He answers on the first ring.

“Now why are you callin’ me this late darlin’?” he drawls. His speech is raspy and a little slow; he sounds so fucking sexy.

“Oh no reason really, just wondering why I see your truck parked at the office,” you respond. He chuckles a little.

“You stalkin’ me or something?”

You smile and roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“In your dreams, Miller,” you retort playfully. “I’m on my way to get some food and I just so happened to pass by.”

“Well, I was gonna wait until Monday and tell you in person, but…Avalon Premier Hotels accepted our bid.”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you hear yourself gasp.

“Joel, oh my god! That’s incredible news!” you squeal excitedly. On the other end of the call, Joel thinks to himself that he would very much like to hear those first four words again in a much different context.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel has been smitten since you stepped foot in his office for the first time. He internally cursed his HR department that day for hiring the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But they had done just as he’d asked and hired the best damn person for the job. Joel has told you on more than one occasion that he has no idea how he made it without you.

“I’m just over here celebrating a little. The sound system Tommy insisted we put in the employee lounge outdoes mine by a long shot and I wanted to hear some music,” he explains further. “You should come join me. You know I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You look down at your outfit - a tank top, no bra and a pair of what are quite possibly the shortest shorts you own - and contemplate the offer. You remember you’re off the clock and think, “the hell with it, he can’t dress code me now.”

“Sure,” you accept. “You want some Chinese food?”

——————

When you open the front door to the office, you’re immediately hit by the pungent aroma of marijuana. Ah, now his slow, raspy speech makes sense. When you enter the employee lounge, you find Joel manspread on the couch, a fat blunt dangling from his lips. He’s changed out of the button up you had drooled over all day and into a Miller Contracting t-shirt that hugged his delicious biceps. Nirvana is playing loudly over the sound system and he doesn’t realize you’re there until you plop the food down on the coffee table. His eyes rake over your body unashamedly and you find yourself blushing under his gaze. He reaches for the remote and turns the music down.

“God damn sugar, I didn’t realize I’d be gettin’ dinner and a show.”

“It’s like 103 degrees right now Joel. Besides, I’m off the clock,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing,” he winks. You eye him suspiciously, but he just smiles innocently. He pats the couch cushion next to him and when you sit down, he holds the blunt to your lips. “You deserve t’relax a little, too.”

You take the blunt between your lips and inhale the smoke, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling through your nose. You’re not exactly a stranger to pot, but it has been a while since you’ve smoked any. It doesn’t take long at all for the foggy feeling to take over, your body feeling weightless. The munchies kick in soon after, and you and Joel practically inhale the Chinese food. As you eat, another blunt is passed back and forth and you’re soon the highest you can ever remember being.

Joel cleans up the remnants of your dinner and you sink into the couch cushions, your fuzzy brain content to just stare at nothing. When he returns, he sits so close to you that your thighs touch. He leans back and throws his arm around the cushion behind you. You’re close enough to smell his cologne and that plus the fact that he’s so close makes you want him, bad.

“This may have been a bad idea. Weed makes me so horny,” you say. You had wholeheartedly intended for that to be a thought and not something you said aloud to your boss. You’re mortified when you realize that the words actually came out of your mouth. Before you can even attempt to apologize, though, Joel responds.

“Oh yeah? You want some help with that?” He looks down at you expectantly and you stare back at him blankly for a moment before answering.

“I…y-yeah, yes,” you stammer. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled onto his lap; the fabric of your shorts is thin and you can feel just how hard he already is beneath the denim of his jeans. He kisses you with the passion of someone who’s been starved of affection. He holds you tightly close to his body, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Please tell me this is real,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“It’s real,” you giggle, resting your forehead against his.

“You are so pretty. Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says softly. You kiss again, open mouthed and tongues swirling together. You grind your hips onto him, trying to relieve the aching between your thighs. He puts his hands on your hips to stop them.

“Ain’t gotta do all that now. I’ll take care of ya soon, understand?” he says sternly. You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper but nod in agreement. He shakes his head and uses his pointer finger to tap your lips.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I understand,” you tell him.

“Yes what?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, I just knew you would be. You want to be my good girl, hm?”

The whole time he’s been talking, his hands have been roaming farther and farther under your tank top. His fingertips brushing against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Yes sir,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper.

He’s cupping your breasts now, thumbs swiping repeatedly over your nipples. The urge to grind on him again is overwhelming, but you hold still. You whine softly when he removes his hands and he shushes you.

“Relax sweet thing. I just want to get this shirt off of ya is all.”

He pushes the shirt up your torso and you raise your arms to let him pull it over your head. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your breasts and pushes them together before burying his face between them.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. He puts his mouth all over your breasts, sucking and nibbling and making you want to rock your hips so badly you can hardly stand it. You gasp softly when he latches on to your nipple, sucking until the bud has hardened. When he switches to the other side, you can’t help but roll your hips, craving some sort of relief.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes, his hands holding onto your hips firmly. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I just need you to touch me so bad sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He pinches both nipples between his fingers gently. “How’s this?”

“It feels good, but I need more sir.”

“Hmmm…no, I think I’ll see if I can make you cum like this first.”

No one has ever tried to make you orgasm this way, and you’re not even sure it’s possible. You tell him this, but he just shakes his head.

“Can I try? If it doesn’t work for you, we can move on, I promise.”

“Yes sir, you can try.”

He smiles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to squeeze a little harder, just let me know if you start feelin’ anything besides good.”

It feels amazing. Pleasure surges through you and you tip your head back, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to keep you steady. He alternates between pinching and rolling and you concentrate on the throbbing between your legs. He squeezes just a bit harder and it feels so good that a drawn out moan passes through your lips.

“Yeah sugar? How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Good. R-really good,” you respond breathlessly. “Maybe a little harder.”

“How’s this baby?” he asks as he pinches a little harder. There’s a little pain this time, but it’s a delicious kind of hurt.

“Oh!” you gasp, surprised to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. “Don’t stop please, it feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good baby,” he praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your throat. He keeps the pressure and rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your eyes flutter and your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“You’re close aren’tcha? What a good girl; go ahead and let it go baby.”

With his encouragement, an orgasm washes over you and you hear yourself shouting his name. With one hand still tweaking a nipple, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you shake above him. When you come down, your eyes open to see Joel looking at you with a mix of awe and adoration.

“That was the most beautiful god damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He sets you gently back on the couch and stands above you, squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans.

“God damn, I swear I stay hard for you,” he groans. “You know how many times I’ve shot my load thinkin’ ‘bout you?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.”

“You mean we coulda been doin’ this all along?” he asks, still palming himself through his jeans. You lean back into the corner of the couch and press your middle finger to your clit over your shorts while you watch him; something about the action turns you on so much.

“You’re my boss Joel,” you point out.

“I also own this company doll. I can do whatever I want,” he reminds you. He pulls his shirt over his head and you finally get to see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long. His shoulders are broad and his arms are thick. His midsection is soft, but you can still see v-lines disappearing into his jeans. He undresses down to his boxer briefs and you watch, mesmerized, when he slowly pulls his belt through its loops. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more turned on. He kneels in front of you and taps your hip, signaling for you to lift them.

“Up,” he commands. You lift your hips and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He drags them down your legs and is pleasantly surprised to see your lack of panties.

“No bra, no panties? What a naughty girl,” he tuts.

“Told ya I was dressed for comfort.”

He doesn’t respond, just tosses the shorts aside and admires your naked form.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says, shaking his head. He showers your body with kisses, sucking occasionally on your most sensitive places. You’ll be covered in hickeys later, splotchy red and purple reminders of how Joel worships your body. He places his palms on the insides of your knees and spreads them, giving himself a view of your glistening pussy. He spreads your lips with his first two fingers to admire what he considers a work of art.

“Look how pretty,” he murmurs. Before you can utter a response, he leans in and licks you from opening to clit. He alternates between this and kitten licking your clit and you have to fight yourself to not start riding his face.

“Fuck, you got the sweetest little pussy darlin’,” he groans into your center. He hooks his arms behind your knees and begins to eat you out with fervor. He swirls patterns on your clit with his tongue, dipping it into your entrance every now and then. You’re enjoying it too much to notice that he spells “J O E L” on your clit with his tongue, silently claiming your pussy as his.

“Mmm, fuck Joel, it feels so good,” you whine. You feel two thick fingers slide into your entrance and you buck your hips at the sensation. He flattens his free hand over your belly and pins you to the couch cushions. He curls his fingers into your g-spot as his tongue continues to flick over your clit and your moans mix with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Joel, oh my god!” you shout, your head falling back onto the arm of the couch. And there they were, those four words he’d wished to hear just over an hour ago. He’s never heard anything so beautiful in his life. You hear him moan and you lift your head to watch him. His eyes are hooded and his free hand is in his boxers stroking his cock. It’s undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m so close,” you moan. He sucks your clit once, twice and on the third time, you come apart for him. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he watches you tremble, his name tumbling from your lips like a chant. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spend. He spreads them apart and a string of fluid connects them.

“Look at the mess you made for me baby,” he marvels. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open for him; you suck his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. You hear him moan softly when you swirl your tongue around the digits. He stands and you can see how painfully hard he is through his boxer briefs. You can’t help but stare at the outline of his cock, wondering how he walks around with that thing between his legs. He sees you staring and smirks.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you nod, blushing a little at being caught staring. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his underwear down, cock springing free and practically smacking him in the stomach. Your eyes widen when you see his size. He’s thick and probably around eight or nine inches. He wraps a hand around it and strokes a few times.

“Think you can put it in your mouth for me? I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock,” he says, smoothing his other hand over your hair.

“Yes sir, wanna make you feel good,” you respond obediently, sitting up from your reclined position.

“Oh, what a good girl,” he praises. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck the precum seeping out.

“Oh fuuuuuck baby girl,” he rasps. You hollow out your cheeks and slowly inch him in your mouth. You put your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth. His hand flies to your hair when you pull all the way back to his tip before plunging him down your throat. You gag a little bit and pull back some, tears prickling at your eyes. You repeat the process until there are tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Shit baby, you give such good fuckin’ head,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look at ya, chokin’ on my cock.”

He lets you gag a few more times before he pulls your head back gently. He looks down at you sweetly and wipes the tears from your cheeks before offering his hand to help you up.

“You did so good f’me baby, gaggin’ on this big cock like a pro. I wanna stuff that pretty pussy now, though. Get on your knees f’me.”

You settle onto your knees, resting your palms on the back of the couch. A stinging smack lands on your right ass cheek and you moan.

“There’s that gorgeous ass I love to look at,” he says, squeezing it appreciatively. He lays his palm flat on your lower back, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He pushes the tip into your entrance and your walls stretch around him. He’s a bit bigger than anything you’ve taken before and it stings for just a moment, making you whimper.

“I know it’s big baby girl. I’m gonna go slow,” he coos. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your hips as he inches himself inside.

“You’re doin’ so good, takin’ me so well,” he praises.

“Oh fuck, I’m so full,” you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Yeah baby? You like bein’ full of my big cock?”

“God yeah, it feels so good.”

He squeezes your hips affectionately as he sets a languid pace. He’s only been inside you for a minute and you know that no other man will be good enough ever again.

“Fuck, this is the best god damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he says, as if reading your mind. “Like it was made just for me.”

You begin to push back and meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in sync. His grip on your ass is so tight that you’re sure half moon shaped indentions will be left behind from his fingernails.

“That’s it baby, bounce back on my dick,” he grits out. He smacks your ass and groans appreciatively as it ripples underneath his palm. “Does it feel good baby, hmm? Tell me how good it feels, lemme hear you.”

“F-feels so good. You’re making my little pussy feel s-so fucking good.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you up so that your bodies are flush; he moves your hair aside and puts his lips to your ear as his thrusts become faster and more aggressive.

“I’m gonna destroy your pussy this weekend baby,” he says in a gravelly whisper. “I’ve been waitin’ so long. Might have to carry you into work Monday.”

“Oh god, please,” you mewl in response.

“Yeah baby? You’d like that huh, takin’ this cock all weekend?”

“Yes, oh god yes, your cock feels so good!”

He reaches around to toy with your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you pant. He rubs your clit faster, pressing a frenzied kiss to your lips.

“That’s it, give it to me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”

You grab onto his forearm to steady yourself as you cum hard around him. He talks you through it, whispering lowly in your ear.

“There ya go baby, let it go. Doing so good f’me darlin’.”

Once you’ve come back to earth, he pulls out gently and sits down on the couch. He takes you by the hand and guides you to straddle him again.

“I wanna see you baby,” he explains. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

You sink onto his cock and he rests his hands on your hips. He guides your hips back and forth slowly and it feels so good that you attempt to speed up.

“No baby, let’s go slow,” he says, looking into your eyes. “Just enjoy this with me, yeah?”

You smile softly, saying, “yes sir” before grabbing his face and kissing him. His arms wrap around your torso and he holds you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I want you to be my girl. Tell me you’ll be my girl baby.”

You respond without hesitation, “I’m yours Joel, all yours.”

The two of you share another kiss; Joel can no longer hold back and he plants his feet firmly on the ground so that he can thrust up into you.

“Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he pants. “My pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh god,” you whimper as he pounds into your g-spot. “Joel, fuck baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby girl. Should I pull out?”

“No! I want you inside me. Fuck, I want to feel you cum inside me so bad.”

“God damn, dirty little thing,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this little pussy so much.”

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” you announce, clenching around his cock. A chorus of, “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck YES,” comes from your mouth. Joel makes a deep, guttural sound and spills inside of you, hugging your trembling body tight.

“Shit,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Yeah? Good?” he asks hopefully, just as breathless as you are.

“Good? Amazing. Incredible.”

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could actually go again. How about you let me take you back to my place and I’ll put you in my jetted tub, hm? We’ll take a nice bath, maybe smoke a little more and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

It’s your turn to grin and you give him a long, burning kiss.

“Sounds like an offer I can’t pass up.”

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Book Husband: Lewis Hamilton

Formula One Masterlist

word count: 1k

Prompt: Prompt: Person A knows Person B loves to read so they decide to give them a book. At the end of each chapter Person A puts a sticky note with one thing loves about B so that Person B is inspired to finish a  chapter each day. After the last chapter, Person B is about to close the book when they see a bright corner of the last sticky note. They smile expecting another "your beautiful" or "your the best thing to ever happen to me" note but instead they read the four most beautiful words. "Will you marry me?" 

It was no secret you loved to read and that's what Lewis loved about you. More often than not you either had your kindle or a physical copy of a book in your hands. What he loved the most is whenever he had to do paperwork or something, he would just cuddle up beside him and read your book getting lost in whatever story you were reading. He loved how you always ran to tell him your thoughts on the book you were reading and how emotional you got while reading a book. He also loved treating you to books that you mentioned you wanted to read and even build you custom bookshelves to display your books. The fans especially loved it because you would always give them recommendations or randomly give them books and plus they loved whenever you were shown through the race, you could always be seen reading or with a book in your hand. And they always said that Lewis was the embodiment of a book boyfriend. 

Lewis knew he wanted to marry you hell he probably knew that from the second date but he wasn't sure how he wanted to purpose yet. He knew you probably want something low-key and simple that was just the two of you. He decided to go on social media to see if any ideas would show up when he logged on to Tik Tok and saw that you reposted a video where someone's boyfriend had purposed cutting a hole in the book and placing the ring inside of it and writing 'will you marry me' on the book. Lewis saw that you had wrote that this was a cute idea but you would kill your boyfriend if he ever did something like this, which made him laugh but also sort of gave him an idea on how to purpose to you. 

He knew that the next book in the Ice Planet Barbarian Series you loved was coming out, so he went ahead and ordered it. Once it arrived he stole some of your sticky notes and started writing the different things he loved about you and placing each sticky note at the end of each chapter, with the big question "will you marry me?" at the end of the story. 

"Bubs! I'm home!" You said. 

"Be down in just a minute!" He said as he started to clean up his mess. 

He grabbed the book and started to head downstairs to where you were excited to see your reaction to the book and the proposal. He made his way into the kitchen where he saw you looking around for a snack like you always did when you came home from work. 

"Hmm I missed you my gorgeous girl." He said wrapping his arms around and placing a kiss on your cheek. 

"I missed you more my handsome boyfriend." You said turning around and wrapping your arms around him before placing a kiss on his lips. 

"What are you hiding behind your back?" You asked with a raised brow. 

"A little something for you." He said softly placing it in your hands.

You looked at him in shocked when you saw the newest copy of the next book in the ice planet barbarians series. 

"Are you for serious baby? You got it for me?" You asked him excitedly. 

"Of course i did, I knew how much you were excited about it." He said smiling at you. 

"I love it and I love you, thank you." You said leaning up and pressing a kiss on his lips. 

The next day you were finally able to start it on your lunch break and smiled when you saw the sticky note that Lewis that read "i love your kind heart". You quickly took a picture of it and sent it to him while thanking him. Each day as you read a chapter you were surprised with a sticky note at the beginning of each chapter that read different things that Lewis loved about you. 

It was the weekend and you were still reading your book curled up on the couch with Lewis sitting beside you watching tv. Lewis was nervous he had checked that you were almost done with your book so before joining you on the couch, he grabbed the ring shoving it in his pockets and he had been nervous ever since. 

"How's your book going sweetheart?" He asked you. 

"Good Kiera and Ashkeo are finally back home and they are moving in to a new cave with some of the other couples." You said he ran a hand through your hair. 

"I kinda of read a few pages and Kiera and Asheko remind me of us. Don't you think?" He asked you. 

"I really do." You said looking up at him with a smile. 

You went back to finishing your book and were happy with the ending and as you turned the last page you were met with a different colored sticky note that read "will you marry me?" 

"Lewis...?" You asked looking at him only for him to swiftly moved off the couch and on to one knee.

"Y/n my fiery little bookworm. My moon, my stars since the moment I met you I knew that I didn't want to experience life without you, and these past 2 years have been so wonderful. So y/n will you do be the absolute honor of becoming my wife?" He asked you as the tears ran down your face. 

"Ye...yes! Yes Lewis I will." You said as he slide the ring on your ring before standing up and kissing you. 

"You don't know how worried I've been since I gave you that Book?" He said making you laugh. 

"If it counts for anything, I could hardly tell. I loved the sticky notes and proposal." You said smiling at him.

"Really? I may have saw one of your reposts on TikTok where you said you would kill me if I cut a hole in any of your books to put the ring in." He said making you laugh. 

"I really did. And you should do the sticky note thing more often, they were nice to read especially if I was struggling to read or having a bad day while reading." You said to him. 

"I'll keep that in mind. I love you Ms. Hamilton." He said placing a kiss on your lips. 

"I love you Mr. Hamilton." You said smiling at him. 

[survivalist-anon]

Log 25: The Maze of Walls

The gang had been running through the facility for some time now. Sten taking deep wiffs of the air and order to find Selene.

"She going in a different direction, but I think she has already been apprehended.", Sten huffed as he is leading the way.

"How are you certain that mortal hasn't been killed yet?", Bilhard following close by, "our first priority should be finding the rest of our equipment. We don't want it getting it into the wrong hands".

Joe, who preemptively decided to join them, was in a rather calm mood. "Ah good times, but this is a piece in comparison to the-"

"Joe, you wouldn't happen to know where they keep personally item would you?", Bilhard curtly while interrupting him.

"oh, well unsurprisingly I don't know. However if I had some idea...it will be where there are more guards. Or at least two guarding the door.", his rationalizing wasn't completely out of line.

Suddenly, the wall just around the corner had closed down, blocking the way to that particular hall.

The gang stopped.

"....did ....that wall just appear out of nowhere?", Toke had thought out loud. As the group continued, another hall had closed up.

".....they are leading us....", Bilhard stoically answered. Thinking fast, Bilhard looked for a way to avoid the next possible obstacle. He could see there were several doors, he quickly walked up to one and punched a hole through one of them.

It was a blank wall.

"By the throne! This is a maze of false ends!?", Bilhard shouted.

The others quickly checked the other doors. All false spaces of wall.

"Looks like we're being lead somewhere else....oh no...", Joe exclaimed quietly.

Sten turned to look at him, "What is it?".

"When I was transported here, I was blindfolded, but I could feel that it took a VERY long time to arrive down here.....but it was a straight trip down, then a few turns to the left, a right turn and a left....then I was plopped into my cell.....oh boy ....I think we fucked up the second we left through the guard's door.", Joe muttered to himself.

"What?! Why did you not tell us this before!", Bilhard shouted furiously at him.

"Well because I wanted us to get lost...... OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T REMEMBER THAT SECOND!", Joe shouted back.

"Enough! There is no time to fight amongst ourselves. The scent is coming from the blocked hallway, if we all attempt to break the wall down, we can pass through.", Sten suggested.

The five Astartes prepare themselves to all simultaneously punch the wall down. With the first blows leaving a small dent.

"hmmm...again!", Sten directed.

Another set of blows began to make some progress, the indentation was getting deeper....but it was not relenting.

"What the hell is this metal?! It's like it keeps stretching forever or something!?", Cahrilo pondered.

As soon as the wall was so close to giving way, the air vents had released three times more of the knockout gas had fumed in.

"LOCK IT UP AND HOLD YOUR BREATHS!", Bilhard commanded.

The Astartes now we're working overtime with limited air, the metal had finally begun to give way. With the final blow leaving a sizable hole as big as Toke's fist, the plumes of gas had flowed out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The facility was on high alert, five Astartes have seemingly escaped and avaided capture to this point.

Sleen, who had been watching the camera footage along with Señor Mateo, and several other mysterious patrons. Was starting to become impatient.

These patrons had come from various origins around the world. All upper elites with dubious dealings and businesses.

Sleen was grooling with frustration, the mechanical augmentations that now have begun to physically hurt him, but not as much as his frustration. "What is with these freaks?!?", he moved around like an angry animal.

Señor Mateo wasn't too unimpressed, he whispered to his translator, not even bothering to give Sleen any semblance of polite interaction.

"Señor Mateo askes if this is part of the show, Sleen..... don't look like it.", as the translator looks to him with a suspicious glare.

Suddenly, a chance to be a complete douch had sprung, "AH! Yes, you can place bets on who gets to be captured first! *Twitch and coughs violently* After all, what's a little preshow before the main event! Now place your bets!", some of the patrons had gave permission to give large sums of money, one.... was saving his pot for later.

"Oi! I bet those krumpin tinmen ar gointo escape! Ha! Ain't dats right ladies?", Mr.Green was amongst the patrons, referring to his two female escorts, who both were very happy to just have such a generous and gentlemenly boss.

"mmhmm, I think your right Mr.Green", one giving him a rub of his shoulders.

"Mr.Green NEVER loses a bet.", one addressed Sleen directly, practically challenging him on Mr.Green's behalf.

Sleen turns violently towards the laid back businessman, who has been looming in the corner. "What...did yo-", suddenly, a muscular hand, grabs what was still left of flesh on Sleen's face.

"OI! Yous respekts my ladies! Miss.Blu and Miss.Yellah getz to doz wuts dey wants!", almost crushing Sleen's head. He finally let's go as a warning.

The others had known about Mr.Green's unnatural luck streak. Everything from investments to just making simple, inconsequential guesses....Mr.Green....somehow could make it happen. Those who had bet against the Astartes were now becoming a little bit unsure of their decisions.

Sleen, practically smelling that he's losing money no thanks to Mr.Green, "ALL BETS ARE FINAL FROM THIS POINT! Let the games... begin!", he turns back to the cameras and sees the gang running down a hall ...one that he had been trying to avoid. "DAMNIT!"

Mr.Green was chortling so hard he nearly fell out of seat. "YUZ BLOCKED DAT WRONG WAY! HHAHAHAHAHA!", his cackling was contagious.

Although all bets were final, it was still interesting to see Sleen become more flummoxed.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Running down the halls, the Astartes head towards what looked like a large, open room....only to find a dead end with on door.

"....well...might as well lads...", Sten turned quietly to Bilhard.

With an affirmative nod, the group casually head towards the door. Turning the nob, the door had lead to the holding cells they were in previously.

"rerraaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!", a loud thunderous scream from Bilhard let out, "RUIN PRIEST WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?!?".

Sten too was mortified, how could his senses lead him a stray.

The sound of a little wheerling motor had erupted the silence.

It was an RC car with a piece of Selene's clothes on it. As the little, inconspicuous toy car zoomed into one of the cells, leading to the still open wall behind the cell.

"....well....looks like we never had a choice....at least this time it was kinda fun.", Joe shook his head in mild disappointment, as if the whole escape hadn't met his expectations.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Astartes were more than royally furious at the whole situation. What level of absurdist intelligence did mortals on Earth have that could have bestest the Emperor's finest?

Apparently, three AAA batteries, a motorized toy car and the knowledge two of five were the equivalent of bloodhounds.

The five enter into the dim, dark hallway of the entrance. They could all begin to hear a large crowd, cheering just beyond the hall, a light was just a bit yonder.

Sten, still feeling the sting of being deceived, was still anticipating the next move. He could sense multiple thoughts and minds just beyond the light.

As the blinding light revealed a sizable crowd of people. It was like a tiny colosseum from their perspective.

"WELCOME TO WRESTLE-TON! Where CARNAGE meets ENTERTAINMENT! Tonight! We have an incredible assortment of fighters!", it was Sleen on the intercom.

The crowd roared, and the others weren't sure how they were going to escape.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Viewing several trucks heading to the underground facility, Moors and Gus were making final adjustments to his power armor. As for Wick and Tulio, both had just come back from the airfield where he had originally left his power suit.

"don't worry man... you'll get fly boy some other time....you ready for this?", Tulio nudged him a little.

Wick was pensive about the plan, he knew if anything would go wrong, it could mean that not only would his fellow Astartes would suffer, but Selene would likely suffer an even worse fate. "yes. Moors, is everything ready?"

Moors chuckled a little as he had modified his armor to fit a set of miniature guns, a spraying gas, an electric disrupter on to his helmet, and a special drill, turning it one with an intense enthusiasm.

"Haha! This will be just like the good ol' times", Moors looked at the drill whirling.

Wick, knowing damn well this isn't going to be close to anything the two of them had experienced, "You are not planning on drilling through someone are you?"

Moors looked at Wick, "Oh no I'm just hoping to make some holes ......"

"right.", Wick shot him a look.

End of log 25

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @walking-natural-disaster @starfrost740 @squishyowl @sleepyfan-blog @lawnchair86

[retphienix]

I was going fucking MAD over this entry.

So much so that I finally caved and decided to look it up, I resigned myself to be spoiled to hell and back because in every single game it seems without fail I'll have a tiny, insignificant question, like "Where do you get the helmet to this armor set?" or something and then it turns out I was asking THE key question that unravels the entire narrative and it's all spoiled for me.

FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER THIS WAS NOT THE CASE, HALLELUJAH.

Moreover, my experience was not a case of me being dumb as dirt lol Because the first 2 results were "WHERE THE HECK IS THE LAST SUNLESS CITY LOG" and a very helpful person saying "Everyone misses that one, it's exactly right here and it tells you entirely superfluous lore that makes sense and was probably already inferred :)"

THANK YOU, HECK AND A HALF lol

Back to figuring out more pressing questions in this mystery board that don't feel like complete dead ends lol

I seriously have flown here more than any other planet I think, like maybe Brittle has had more visits from me but I spent a long time on Brittle just toying with the black hole and figuring out how some logs required me to wait for the ground to fall into the hole etc

I liked Brittle :)

I mean, I like the ash twins a lot too but holy hell the sunless city was giving me a headache lol

I'd figure out what I believed to be every line of research possible here only to see "You figured out all the angler stuff, you figured out all the shrine stuff, you figured out all the sunless city stu- wait- hold on a second- you absolute buffoon go back there this instant and try again, you forgot one."

lol

[random-conspiracy]

A fucking prompt I need to work on

I'm not gonna detail all the stupid idea I have and I already gave hints about it but I NEED to write it down now or I will explode. Finishing this I need to log the fuck out of here and do other wips.

Picture this character: A girl in her 20's. Aromantic and with an amazing grunge vibe. Jesus christ. Dark long hair in waves of black and heart shaped shades. Her weapon is a croquet style mallet and a dagger and oh boy her title is "The Hearthbreaker". The Knight of Hearts! Unbreakable, unstoppable, hiding her loneliness behind her glasses. She doesn't take shit from anyone. Not a bossgirl but an intimidating failgirl.

(You pieces of shit I know you're already connecting dots. Keep that for yourselves ahshahsa)

Now, set the place as a post-apocaliptic city. What kind of apocalypse? Doesn't matter right now. The point is that the city is a fucking nightmare of psychedelic bullshit happening a la Weirmaggedon. Reality bending shenanigans in a landscape of pure imagination and civil chaos. It's grotesque, and dangerous. That's all you need to understand. Now our crew of heroes need to find a way to solve this or do whatever they are suppoused to do.

And finally, think: What is the most powerful force you can imagine? Nuclear power? Wrong! Because we all know that the most powerful force in the universe is not other thing than Love. Love that makes a man weep and transforms a falcon into a white dove. The power of love that destroys armors and shine like a supernova.

Now, move back to the city. Our heroes are thre, trying to fix whatever this hell is. Our protagonist is out of the city, trying to fight and flight back because she discovered the goverment is planning to nuke the fucking site before it can expand or become worse. She needs to alert them, evacuate all the people that are still hiding. And then, she sees it. The plane that's about to drop the bomb over what is gonna be next nothing more than a smoking new Great Cannon.

Narrative bulsshit happens, Idk. Let me marinate this later. The case is that (probably) with the power of an object or anything like that, someone thinks "do love, not war" as an strategy and changes the nature of the bomb into something inoffensive. Love! Love cannot hurt right? If the bomb is fueled by love it cannot destroy, right?

The bomb falls like Damocle's sword from above the sky and then...

It explodes.

A magestic cloud of white and rose. Pinks and shades of gold irradiating from a magestic cloud in for of a bouquet of flowers. Our protagonist just arrives on time to see the cataclism. La vie on rose of Edith Piaf sounding slow and distoreted in the background. The change didn't made the weapon innofensive, it only changed the effects.

When the plane finally lands she finds the opposite of a vaporized city. The city was a nightmerish hell born from the mind of Hieronymus Bosch. Now the place is atonishing clean and white. The sky is rose and all the skycrappers are built in white and gold without any hint of destructions even from the first apocalyptic event. Everything is nice and cute and that's the gimmmik. That it should not. She soon discovers how traumatic the changes are: All the flora has been modified into flowers. Specially roses, that climb is massive rosebush over the buildings. There is nothing left of anything. Nor a trace of identity of imperfection.

Her house is completely desvastated. Nothing was left behind from the "constructive" wave of power. All the clothes are clean and ironed. All of them are lady-like dresses in tones of pink. The hole place has been erased and forced into perfection without questions.

The same with the survivors. When she finds her friends and the monsters that before were hunting the city, finds only empty shells of creatures fueled by love. Dressed with perfect clothes and others with greek robes. All of them reducted to dumb candy zombies of cursi poetry and tenderness.

She asks hersefl, due I need to change this? Are they happier this way? Is this safer for all of them?

She thinks she thinks she thinks. Plot shenanigans and she decides that not. She's not willing to leave them behind. She is gonna find a way to fix this.

In the exact place where Cupid's Arrow (the bomb) impacted is the Heart of the City. The powerful condensed core of all the power that irradiates the place. She´s decided to destroy it, and so she does. The power it expells is so intense that reality bends before your eyes the closer you get. Your mind is destroyed into pure love and delight. She goes closer and closer trying to keep her sanity. No one else can go closer. Only she due to her lack of romantic attraction can go ahead without the light messing almost instantly with her feelings and her mind.

With every step closer, her clothes change into a more "beautiful" version of themselves. Her shoes, her jacket, her pants. All of the muting into the most perfect wedding dress ever seen. She's cryng. She can feel the power of the Heart burning over her skin and her thoughts. All she can feel is loneliness and the weight of "love". She doens't want to marry anyone. She's not gonna bend over the force of love. She's not gonna break apart over the weight of the expectation.

Now she's only two yards away. Her tears are turned almost instantly into roses petals. The dress is every step bigger and bigger and imposible to walk with. The core is trying to stop her. A massive veil covers her face impeding her to see. And with all her forces, with all the strenght in her body and her soul. With the crushing doom of the loneliness in her heart, she rises the bouquet of flowers whose ribbons wrap around her hands like handcuffs inmovilizing her, to reveal the dagger in the middle. She breaks the Heart, forcing it to rip apart with the wounds of a star bleeding light and joy.

The Heart explodes, mitigating the effect of contamination over the place. Her frieds recover the reason and run to see what is happening. She's there, bleeding too from the skin and the eyes, completely dressed in her wedding dress. She faints away.

[jungle-angel]

43. The kid(s) hiding under the bed while mom and dad watch a grown up movie

Sweetheart this gives me Rhett vibes!

Honey Please!!!! I got Rhett vibes the minute I put it on the list!!!!! lol

Finally, everything was done. Dinner, baths and bed were all good to go, the kids asleep and finally a chance for you and Rhett to enjoy yourselves.

"Alright darlin," Rhett said as he entered the room with a little something in his hands. "Might I treat thee to a little movie night?"

"Oooh, what'll it be this time?" you asked.

Rhett held up two DVDs, two that the both of you were familiar with but never dared watch in front of the kids. "Old School or Porky's?" he said. "Take your pick."

"Porky's!!!" you said excitedly.

Rhett laughed naughtily as he put it in the DVD player and crawled in next to you. "Man does this bring back memories," he laughed. "I remember bein a kid and me, Perry and Wes all snuck in to see it at one of the movie theaters."

"Did your dad whoop your asses?" you asked.

"Nope, never found out," Rhett answered. "I remember when we snuck in to see JAWS too. We had a swimmin hole over on the Wind River Reservation where Wes's family lives and we were convinced after that movie that sharks lived in it."

"Oh my God, NO!!!"

"Oh yes darlin," Rhett told you as you waited for the movie to load. "Wes's older brother was stupid enough to have one of those little shark fins on his head and scared us shitless. We punched him in the nose before the three of us went back to the house cryin like a bunch o' girls."

"Oh no," you laughed.

"Oh yes," Rhett continued, the movie still taking forever to load on the shitty little bedroom DVD player. "Wes's grandma opened up the biggest can o' whoop-ass I'd ever seen on that kid. Dad came to get Perry and I but we refused to even take a bath for a month."

You were practically in stitches from Rhett's little story, the movie already beginning to play as you snuggled into each other under the warm covers and the fall rain battering the windows outside. The two of you laughed hysterically at the movie, pure raunchy smut in the eyes of Dolores Newman, the cranky, miserable church lady of Wabang. You and Rhett even imitated Lassie's howl, joking about whether or not you could make the other howl like that. Until......

"BOOBIES!!!!!!" shouted two little voices from under the bed.

You and Rhett knitted your eyebrows together, the two of you leaning over opposite sides of the bed to find the source of those little voices......Tatum and Tanner, your troublemaking twin boys.

"What in the blue hell are you two doin outta bed?" Rhett questioned.

"We wanted to see the movie Daddy," Tatum replied innocently.

"Uh, last I remember good sir," Rhett said, matter of factly. "This movie is for grown ups only."

"Why Daddy?" Tanner asked him.

"Because it's got bad words and naked ladies in it," Rhett answered him.

"WE WANNA SEE THE NAKED LADIES!!!!" the twins shouted at the tops of their lungs.

"Oh no, no, no, no," you insisted. "You two little ghouls need to go to bed if you wanna go pumpkin and apple picking with Papa and Nana Cece in the morning."

Tatum and Tanner groaned, their little lips starting to pout before they army crawled out from under the bed. "Can we still see the naked ladies?" Tatum asked.

"OUT!!!" Rhett ordered, thrusting his arm towards the door. "Out ya little monsters!!"

The twins ran away laughing and squealing, their feet barreling up the wooden log stairs to their room.

"You ok?" you asked, seeing the exasperated look on Rhett's face.

"Lord help me when they become teenagers," Rhett groaned.

"If they're anything like you, I would agree one-hundred and ten percent," you laughed.

You snuggled into Rhett, the both of you fixated on the movie, hoping to God that the two little miscreants hadn't snuck back in again.

[practically-an-x-man]

Jasper Wilson x Kyle Spencer snippet *for @can-of-pringles who suggested I write my OCs playing Minecraft lol ____

Fandom: AHS Coven, Kyle Spencer x OC

Word count: 921

Warnings: none? just domestic fluff and Jasper failing at video games XD

____

"How do you make glass panes?"

"You want to put glass panes on our dirt house." Kyle deadpanned, giving Jasper a sidelong glance.

"Well, it's not always going to be dirt." he huffed, "And we have the glass."

"When did you make glass?"

"Just now, with the sand from that river we found," he muttered, "Figured we'd need it for the windows."

"We don't even have coal to-" Kyle started, the pixelated chest creaking as he opened it with a click. Sure enough, half of their logs - their house-building logs, he might add - were missing. He couldn't help but sigh, though he was biting back a smile. "Your strategies confuse me, Jazz."

"Heh. I'm just operating on a level you can't even imagine," Jasper fired back, shooting him a broad, teasing smile, "Glass panes on the dirt house. Sounds like a Fall Out Boy song."

"I'm gonna go get more wood, and then we can put glass panes on the oak house instead." he said, navigating his blocky avatar out of their little shack and down to the nearest copse of rectangular trees.

"Oak sucks for building. Get spruce."

"Says the man who was going to let the house be made out of dirt."

"We can't all be engineers."

Kyle laughed under his breath, though he turned his mouse and instead navigated his avatar in a new direction. Computerized snow crunched under his digital feet. As he punched away at a few trees (spruce, of course, as per request), he heard the sound of shattering glass from Jasper's computer a few feet away.

"Aw, fuck, it just broke."

"You didn't know glass doesn't drop?" he asked, fighting hard not to laugh.

"I usually play creative!"

"Just... don't place it down until I get back with the wood." Kyle muttered, felling another few trees and wishing he'd had the sense to build himself an axe before he ran off.

"That's what she said."

"That- what? Jasper, that doesn't even-"

Jasper cackled, not for the joke but his reaction to it. Kyle shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his smile. Sometimes he wondered how he'd found this one. In all honesty, he'd have expected his college dating life to involve sorority girls and cheerleaders, like the other guys in his frat - really, he wouldn't have expected to be dating much at all, since his ambitions were mainly focused on getting his degree and getting the hell out of Dodge as fast as he could.

Needless to say, his ambitions had changed.

"Ah!" Jasper squawked, jolting him out of his thoughts, "Fuckfuckfuck- Kyle, I fell in a hole there's a zombie chasing me-"

"What? I thought you were back at the house-" Kyle blurted, blinking in surprise as he wheeled his character back around, "Hang on, I'm coming. Don't die."

"Quickly!"

"I'm coming! Just a second! Where's the hole?" he asked, sprinting a circle around the little dirt shack, "And don't say 'that's what she said'."

"Heh. That is what she said." Jasper laughed, though it was accompanied by the frantic clatter of his keyboard as he tried to outrun his adversaries, "In the house. I was trying to dig for cobble. For the floor."

Kyle nodded, steering his avatar into the shack and finally seeing noticing the hole - a one-block tunnel in the corner of the little room.

"You dug straight down?"

"I usually play creative!" Jasper huffed, "Y'know, where you can just press E and get whatever block you want and you don't have to dig holes in the first place? Ah help me I'm at two hearts-"

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" he said, equipping his sword and dropping into the tunnel.

He lost half his health upon landing, the tunnel opening into an underground cave after the first three blocks. His screen was just bright enough for him to see Jasper's avatar hopping in wild circles around the cave, chased by about a dozen hostile mobs. He could see two separate craters where creepers had exploded. Kyle couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Jasper looked up from his computer just long enough to shoot him a dark glare.

Needless to say, they both died. A wooden sword wasn't exactly the best defense for an entire horde of enemies, and Jasper's wild ping-ponging around the screen eventually ended with him falling into another, deeper cave and losing his last two hearts.

Kyle stared at his screen, the gray-tinted Game Over screen staring right back at him. When he glanced over, he found Jasper scowling at his own laptop as if it had personally offended him.

"I lost all my stuff." he grumbled, tapping a few more keys as he respawned, "All my glass for the windows."

"Well, get it back." Kyle said, tilting his chin at the screen and fighting hard to keep a straight face.

Jasper leapt back into the hole, picked up his half-stack of glass blocks, and promptly died. Kyle pressed his fist to his mouth in an attempt to cover his laughter. Jasper rolled his eyes, shoving Kyle's shoulder hard enough that the laptop nearly slid off his lap in the process. He caught it just before it could fall.

"You set me up!"

"Maybe a little." Kyle admitted, "It was funny."

"Not that funny." Jasper muttered, wrinkling his nose at his partner.

"I'll get you more glass." Kyle promised, already spawning his character back into the game, "Just don't go diving into any more caves in the meantime, alright?"

"No promises."

[fragilecapric0rnn]

20, 22, 29 fic writer asks my senford!

anything for you zoethur <3<3

Fic Writer Asks <33

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost (or missed connections fic) is one of my favorites!

the song that i took the lyric from fits the fic so so soooo well too. just love the song. love this fic too. y'all should give it a read if ya haven't yet <3

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

usually! or at least, i know which direction i want it to go. like, i always know my fics will have a happy ending. but for the specifics i like for those things to kinda develop naturally as im plotting/writing.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

(the perfect question for someone who has a folder titled "scrapped bits" bc i was taught by one of my favorite college professors to never delete anything you've written bc it might be useful someday)

I don't think I'll ever post the fic i have decided to call Gonorrhea Fic but I have one scene that I edited just now for you all to enjoy <3

Steve stomps away from the counter, little white paper bag in hand. 

The pharmacist’s ‘Have a nice day!’ ringing in his ears like the most annoying alarm set to disturb him in the middle of a heavy sleep. 

He pushes the clinic doors open with too much force, already clicking on Robin’s contact. It only rings once. 

“Its fucking gonorrhea.” he rushes out as soon as she answered. 

He props his phone up with his shoulder so he can fish around the bag for the pill bottle so he can discard his shame that is in the form of the telling pharmacy paper bag in his hand. 

“Shucks, I was rooting for an unplanned pregnancy.” Steve whines as she snorts on the other end and if Steve wasn’t on the verge of tears, he’d have something snarky to say back. 

“No shit it’s gonorrhea! That’s what happens when you go around throwing your hole at anybody who even shows a vague interest in you.” Slander, Steve thinks. This is just slander.

“I only showed my hole to one guy! One hook-up! The celebratory ‘I’m single so let’s see some new peen’ hook-up.” About two weeks ago, Steve finally ended the weird situationship with the guy he’d been hooking up with on the regular. Regular being used loosely in this case, considering he kept ghosting, only coming out to haunt Steve’s call log any time between 11pm and 3am. But Steve was hung up and didn’t want to keep being a booty call, not for someone he started to have actual feelings for. 

“And then I go and pick the one who has the fucking clap!” he whisper-screams into the receiver. Robin’s hollering like a fucking hyena on the other end. He pulls the pamphlet on safe sex out of the bag, along with the orange pill bottle as he walks directly into someone, sending both of the objects flying out of his hands and onto the ground.

All of his athletic ability proving to be pointless as the stranger beats him to the pill bottle, rolling away.

Robin's laugh is the backdrop to the most embarrassing moment of his life, as the stranger (who is stupidly hot) picks up both the bottle and the pamphlet, his face screwing up into a knowing smirk.

Of course he has the most gorgeous set of brown eyes, shaggy hair not being able to cover up the notch in his brow, which is suggestively quirked up at Steve as he checks him out. Right there, no shame, in front of the damn clinic. Holding his STI meds.

"I think you're gonna need these."

Steve wishes whatever is in control of the universe would strike down and kill him, here and now.

"Thanks." He snatches his things, eyes on the ground in an attempt to hide how red he knows his face is.

Steve shoves the bottle into the pocket of his jeans, crumpling the pamphlet up in his hand as he speed-walks the hell away from the guy.

[dimadimoo]

Well, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. Hijueputa. Goddamn. Whooof. Yesterday was a total shitshow. Like, I got fucked so hard, bro.. right in the ass. First off, I thought my day was going to be chill, right, but surprise, surprise, I got bitched out by a service worker. At first, I was like, okay, maybe she’s just having a bad day or something, so I shrugged it off. But damn, missy was straight up unprofessional as hell! Complaining to the customer?? Complaining to the people paying you for your shitty service like a little fucking bitch?? Like bro, I get it if my request was tricky or something, but it wasn’t. It was super simple. All the other workers do that shit just fine, but you decided to whine over a basic job? Dude, just quit your job!

And here’s the best part… he knew about this blog. He fucking read some of my posts. (worst case, he probably read everything…) I’m so fucking stupid!! Okay, so here’s how it went down: I casually asked him about his Tumblr account, yeah, and I wanted to connect with him more, I mean, we already follow each other on Instagram and he knows my email, so Tumblr felt like the next step. But guess what? I totally forgot I was still logged into this account, yeah this one, and I accidentally followed his Tumblr from here. Yeah… chat, we’re fucked. I thought I was logged into my alt but nope… Then he goes “Is this your journal blog?” Bro, my heart jumped into my throat and then sank into my gut, like I was on that rollercoaster in Vegas. I was shocked. He admitted reading the newer posts, but honestly, I kinda doubt he stopped there…

I’m sitting there, feeling like satan just dick fucked me in the mouth. I tried explaining it wasn’t necessarily a hate post, just me venting about random shit. But then he’s like “Oh, so it’s a hate post about me?” BRO, WHAT? NO. Why the fuck would I… oh my god.. I wanted to crawl into a hole. Shit got worse from there. I tried to explain, told him I don’t hate him. Like, he’s been one of the best parts of my life, and him thinking I hated him? That really hurt and I was so offended. So I was like “Fuck it.” I sent him screenshots of the posts where I ranted about him just to prove it. This blog is my journal, where I process my feelings in the moment. Situations change, feelings change. But damn, he really hit a nerve accusing me of hating him… After that, I basically slammed the door on him and tried to sleep it off. Didn’t work... I barely slept, my chest and stomach hurt all night. I was that bothered. I mean, someone found out about my journal and I was being accused for something that is not true! Of course, I’m bothered! I hated that I was so upset at him. I didn’t want to but it hurt…

Then this morning, he messaged me. Totally unexpected. I didn’t reply right away because seeing that notification hit me like a truck.. my anxiety shot through the roof… I felt like I needed a bullet shoot to my head just to get rid of the unease. So I took a few hours to breathe, centered myself and internalized this situation, that made it even worse… and when I finally responded, he apologized. Said he went too far and shouldn’t have let his fears take over. I get it, and I’m glad he said that. I don’t want to ruin our relationship, I’d hate that, but I also told him straight up that I was hurt by the accusation... I’m proud of myself for standing up and being real with him. It took courage for me. I used to be such a people pleaser, but not this time. I owned my shit, apologized for the dumbass mistake I made, but didn’t give him a fake, people pleasing apology. I was real. And that’s huge for me…

He said he’s a pessimist at heart, which is sad, and I get it. But man, I hate being accused of something I didn’t do and not being believed. He wants to move on and get back to how we were, you know gushing over guys and talking about tf stuff… I told him we could, but it’s gonna take me some time to feel normal again. It’s still awkward, you know? Like, I keep thinking about the impression I left on him from my posts, and it’s giving me so much anxiety.I told him “Yeah, let’s go back to normal” but also, I need time. I’m still a little bothered. I’m glad he still sees me the same, though… that makes me feel a little better.

Part of me hates this whole situation and wishes it never happened. But lowkey, I’m proud of myself for how I handled it. I stood up for myself and was honest with my feelings, which took a lot of courage for me, given my people-pleaser tendencies. I learned a lot from this, and I owned up to my mistake. I should’ve been more mindful and less careless. Things are mostly back to normal between us, kinda… He even sent me a short story. I’ll read it later when I’m in a better mood. I don’t want to give a fake reaction, and I know he’d hate that.

Oh, and when he first found out about this blog? I immediately changed the name and blocked him. But the milk’s already spilled, and what’s done is done. He probably already read everything, so there’s no point in blocking him or making a new blog, right? And I changed the name back to previous one, cause I really like it. Whatever, man.

But yeah… yesterday was the worst fucking day of my life. And it’s only been two weeks since I turned 28…

[parkingad]

Sci-fi Horror Project: The Depths of Titan: Designated Drill Operator 342 Mining Log #1

Hello Everyone, my name is Callum. Until recently I was hopeless and broke, doing anything to survive. After the Great War, the world has gone to shit, and there is not a lot of habitable space anymore. I live in one of the few bastions of humanity left intact, in the remnants of a city I have been told was once called "California", now designated "Habitat 137". I use the phrase "until recently" because my luck is about to change.

From the ashes of the old world, many opportunistic multibillion dollar companies stepped up, promising a better future, and a new way of life for the survivors of the world. One such company is Titan Industries, a deep space mining company, primarily focused on mining and transferring the resources of one of Saturn's satellites, Titan. Titan has hundreds of times more liquid hydrocarbons than Earth, and the acquisition of those resources would be fundamental to the reconstruction of anything resembling the old world.

I have applied again and again, for their recruitment program, as I want nothing more than to live this life behind, and looking for a brighter future, so far away from here. I have nothing to leave behind. No wife, no kids, not even a home. This opportunity is my only hope to start a new, so you can imagine my enthusiasm when I finally saw my name on the holographic sign of new approvals. There, in the town square, right above a great marble fountain, now overtaken by moss and dirt, with bright green letters, among other lost souls, there it was "Calum Fischer: Male/27/Habitat 137: Approved for initiation".

We were instructed to be at the initiation center, down at the bay area, by 6 A.M. I packed the few belongings I had left, a toothbrush, a backpack, some clothes and shoes, and headed for the nearest bus stop. Even the disgusting, rotting smell of tens of people like me was not bothersome to me as I took a seat next to another passenger looking like he was in the same position as I was. He was a young, twenty something guy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, unkempt beard, wore a weathered duster and some old overalls.

"Hey man, what's up?" I casually inquired

"Hey there, it's all good man, name's Dan, but friends call me Dusty, what's your deal? Heading down to the center as well?" He said in a friendly tone, making me feel I was not alone in this.

"You bet I am, can't wait to get away from this hell hole am I right? Just imagine, our own quarters, clean bathrooms, food, a stable job. It feels like a dream" As I said those words I got goosebumps even from the idea that I would finally have a real, stable, productive life.

"Yeah man, haha, sure, right there with you" Dusty said awkwardly, clearly feeling uncomfortable by my enthusiasm, then turned and looked out of the window, as we were getting close now.

Finally reaching the bay area, we were dropped off a few blocks away, and started our way, a couple dozen of us, toward the initiation center. There were posters everywhere along the way, some would call it propaganda, by I didn't care, I wanted in, I was bought in hook line and sinker, I wanted this more than anything in the world.

Reaching the center, we were greeted by a recruitment officer. He was a middle aged man, wearing some sort of pristine, orange mining suit and goggles, which he lifted to greet us.

"Alright guys, good morning, I am Chief Recruitment Officer Stanton, and I will be guiding you through your duties today, before we send you off, got any questions before we start?" He asked in a serious, no-nonsense manner, as he pulled out a tablet covered in a thick, padded cover.

"I...I have a question sir, if you don't mind" said a member of the group, a middle aged woman, wearing a headscarf. "Wh..when are we coming back?" She said, in a reluctant but determined way.

"Well, see there ma'am, that depends of the nature of the job. It might be days, months, who knows, I am just here to teach you guys the basics, I don't control the schedule" he was clearly taken aback by the question, and struggled to answer. The woman clearly unsatisfied with the answer took a step back and into the group, but reluctantly stayed.

For the next couple of hours we went through initiation, learning all about our mining gear, our equipment, the dangers of Titan, what to do and what to avoid during our stay, and most importantly, to never go out of bounds. I was ready, I wanted nothing more than to see it all for myself. The frozen moon, the miles deep mining colonies, the facilities, all of it. We were handed our basic gear in a crude orange rucksack bearing the black and white logo of the company, wore our basic uniforms, dark orange jumpsuits, brown overalls, and black berets, and headed off toward a launching bay. This was it.

[riksaes]

how ni-ki treats u on your month

ni-ki nishimura x fem reader , synposis : ni-ki taking care of his gf while she deals with her month , genre.. fluff & soft , word count 1280 , long as , nudity , NO SMUT!! it's just him taking care of her

rq for any idols / groups

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ni-ki causally walked along the side walk admiring the nature like you would normally comment, whenever the both of you walked together. everyday ni-ki would walk you (and himself) to school, which honestly became apart of his routine. except you werent there and both cars were gone from the drive way. 'odd' he thought to himself waiting an extra ten minutes obviously a bit nervous.

'she might be at school early for club things' he thought to himself pondering before releasing it was almost the start of homeroom. it has happened before where you left for club activities in the morning without telling him but he would eventually find you.

as he made it into homeroom he searched for your face but coming back with nothing. he fiddled with his bag and sat down where you and him usually sit. looking around seeing that mainly everyone was here other than his other piece. ni-ki didnt think much about it until lunch wondering where the hell you were.

jake looked down at the pouting youngest who had his head laying ontop of his arms while he looked out to the cafeterias door. "whats got you into a mood ni-ki?" jake asked drinking his water and taking a bite on the disturbing food thats given out to the students. ni-ki looked up to him and then away which made the elder confused why the boy ignored him not like usual. the aussie looked at sunoo who was fixing his hair up while the girls on the other table ogle at him.

"sunoo did ni-ki and y/n break up?" jake whispered which ni-ki obviously heard causing him to hit jake on the arm and giving him a look. "huh? they wouldnt break up.." sunoo said still admiring himself through the camera then looking up to jake. "i mean she did mention to me in p.e when we were walking around the track that she was coming up to her month" sunoo said which ni-ki kept an ear on and mentally noted before grabbing his phone from his pocket.

sliding on the screen and going straight to the app seeing that you had logged in that you got it. it was kinda cute that the both of you had the app but on a shared account implying that ni-ki wanted to know when these times would happen. he sighed looking at the time being at least another two hours in this hell hole before he can go see you.

as time went by the clock finally struck to 3pm and the school was out and everyone was ready to go home. ni-ki shoved his indoor shoes into the locker and quickly shoving his nike jordans on that you specially picked out for him.

quickly running to the close connivence store and grabbing the necessities being; pads, snacks and your parents favourite snack. your parents had a warm heart for ni-ki and loved spoiling the japanese boy whenever his name was brought up. he sped walked to your house seeing that both of your parents car were back and the light of your room lighting up softly creating soft pinkish patterns.

wasting no time he hurried to the doorstep and pressing the doorbell and hearing that familiar sound coming from inside of the house. but also the feet of one persons rushing to the door in a hurry. the door opened to an older lady who had some similar facial features as you who had a plate and a cloth in the other. "ni-ki! what brings you here?" she exclaimed at the tall boy letting him in and asking the question while he took his shoes off. "uh im here for y/n" he bluntly said and holding a bag up which your mum smiled widely and going behind him and pushing him softly up the stairs. he got to the top of them and seeing your door in sight before making his way to it and pressing a few knocks letting you know it's him.

he opened the door seeing that you were in fact passed out with a few strands of hair stuck to your face and small breaths coming out from your mouth. he smiled at your figure and placing the plastic bag down softly so it wouldnt startle you. making his way over to you and sitting down on the familiar bed he first told you about his feelings but made it look like it was someone else. he pushed back a few strands of hair and played with the amount that he had access to. smiling down at your sleeping figure until you started to move and wake up, opening one eye seeing the male sitting next you and staring at you.

"what are you doing here ki" rubbing an eye and yawning then preceding to look at the male who kept playing with your hair. "you thought you can hide that you have your period missy moo" he chuckled while you laid there in obvious pain from the cramps. ni-ki realised this and lifted you up from bed making you wake up even more and now physically awake, wide eyed. "ki what are you doing?" holding onto his neck while he opened the door and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. "im gonna take care of you since you obviously cant" he joked before placing you down on the toilet seat and closing the bathroom door.

he turned the shower handle on seeing the water fall and grabbed your hand to give you a bit of help on getting up. ni-ki didnt care that you were naked or not he just wanted to take care of you since he didnt understand the pain. after stripping yourself he lead you to the shower and let your whole body melt against the water. while you werent looking, he grabbed your dirty pjs and placed them into the laundry basket but also the pad you were wearing into the bin. ni-ki then quickly went to grab some comfy pjs and another pad. he eventually came back into the bathroom placing the items on the bench before turning to the shower seeing you blinks away from falling asleep from the water.

rolling up his sleeves/pants and taking off his socks then grabbing the shampoo + conditioner. "come here you baby" he pulled you body not out of the water but enough to let him wash your hair. massaging and cleaning your hair, he had finally finished washing your hair and turned off the water. getting out of the shower first, grabbing a soft towel for you to dry off in. patting your body then quickly getting the freshly cleaned new pjs on you.

he picked you up once again while you didnt go against due to the sleep coming to you slowly. your mum was walking up the stairs seeing him carry you from the bathroom and smiled widely shaking her head.

ni-ki kicked a pillow off your bed onto the ground where he could place you. he slowly sat you down but resting on the back of your bed with the comfit of a pillow on your butt. he quickly came back with a towel instead of a hairdryer not wanting to wake you up fully.

as time went by as ni-ki finished drying your hair, he got the bed ready so you were able to go back to sleep. picking you up again for the 100th time and placing you in the new clean sheets he had prepared earlier on for you.

"get some good rest i love you" was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

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@microwvdstrawb3rri3s @chaconkii @whois-miki @vousty @eluvhae @escapetheash @haechansbbg

[qsmpmiraheze]

Tubbo and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Did you wonder what Tubbo did on the first day of QSMP 2024? Don't worry -- we've got you covered! Join Tubbo on a journey involving many dissapointments, and many (non-)flying horses. (That's what he called those, yes. I personally think they look more like very weird chickens.)

Don't forget to check out our wiki for the most recent edition of this recap!

Tubbo was incredibly excited to join the server, first things first remarking on Dapper’s incorrect name and configuring his voice chat. Sunny immediately came to hang out by Tubbo. He was incredibly surprised at Antoine’s inventory showing up and showed off the new animation to Quackity (who was logged in from the wrong account and sounded like he was talking from the toilet). He reunited with Foolish, the two of them being incredibly excited about the Town of Fobo. Sunny said she’d missed Tubbo a lot, and Tubbo remarked on how they had fancy signs. He went on to finalizing his sound and translation settings.

He talked with Ramón and reassured him that his fathers were probably fine. Tubbo noticed the eggs’ inventory sometimes popping up and prompted Sunny to type commands. He then decided to find Phil, and scared him by greeting him from behind him. He looked at his map and noted how they were hell knows where. His game then crashed.

He logged back in. He noticed Etoiles writing down some commands as he’d already noticed some dungeons. Tubbo saw that F3 was now much nicer. Philza pointed out how much better the performance was, making both him and Tubbo even more excited. Tubbo invited Philza to the Town of Fobo. Philza said he’d think about it, and that he might just live in a hole with his eggs.

Lenay logged on, and Tubbo encouraged Sunny to go and meet her. The two tried to approach her, but her mic was broken. Tubbo reunited with Baghera. He experimented with new emotes, talked with Dapper and Pomme (and learned that Dapper had more than one father), as well as Chayanne. Tubbo also reunited with Cellbit and showed off his new skin. Tubbo had clarified that he’d forgiven Cellbit for what he’d done to Tubbo in Purgatory, but warned Sunny against interacting with him anyway. Tubbo wondered if they could get out of the landing area.

Sunny asked Tubbo about Lenay again, so he went to talk to her only to get immediately distracted by reuniting with Bagi. Tubbo got a blindness effect and beefed with Etoiles for a bit.

Everyone was teleported to spawn. People remarked on how good the place looked, but Tubbo had trouble remembering where they saw it before. Tubbo looked at the map and noticed that Create trains were visible there. He and Phil then noticed a screen with a timer, and sat down to watch it, discussing how many mobs there were.

Tubbo realized he left Sunny unattended, and went to talk to Lenay. Everyone was separated into two groups. Tubbo reunited with Empanada, happy to see her safe and sound. Tubbo greeted one of the workers that had shown up and discovered that they had the Attributes mod. He explained to Phil what it was and Phil shared his theory on what was going to happen. Tubbo and Phil experimented with their speech bubbles’ styles. The two bothered one of the workers for food and asked Leo if she was okay (she was okay). Phil and Tubbo found out they could change text on eggs’ signs and were very mature about that feature. Tubbo reassured Leo Foolish was okay. Tubbo and Phil bothered the worker some more, to no avail.

Everyone sat down to watch the cinematic. Tubbo wondered “what half that shit even meant” and immediately went to press the button. The group went to the train, and Tubbo was very excited about the next Create expansion that was added. Tubbo then fell through the train and ran across the tracks for a bit before being teleported back to the train. Tubbo begged to be the driver and cried at not being able to drive once the train took off.

Once they’d arrived at the station, everyone got off the train. They met the new workers and joked about the island being a “furry island”. Tubbo saw a dungeon and talked to Foolish. He, Foolish and Quackity killed a giraffe. Tubbo went through the items list, trying to determine which mods they had.

Other islanders came by. Ramón noted that they should get the eggs armor, first things first. Sunny informed Tubbo that she had another Dad. The group was confused, and Tubbo asked Sunny to clarify who her parents were. Quackity came by and pointed out they had to be following a certain worker. Tubbo looked through the items list some more, and then took off running after everyone else.

He questioned what the workers were. They soon arrived to spawn. They saw ATMs and Bagi laughed about how fucked Tubbo was now that they had real money for Sunny to be obsessed with. Tubbo ran around, checking out the stores and marveling at all the new stuff. Sunny asked Tubbo to win her a plushie at the local arcade machine, but Tubbo didn’t know how. Sunny decided she wanted to make her own shop, which Tubbo approved of.

Tubbo saw Etoiles screaming about how he’d gotten kicked. Foolish and Tubbo recruited more people into their town and Tubbo made sure Sunny was with them before they left to claim their territory. Foolish gave Tubbo some food. Foolish declared Antoine as their enemy. Sunny went to ask Lenay to come.

Tubbo had a phone call IRL, and after it the group continued to run further into the wilderness. Tubbo saw a cool mob and just as he approached it, a new cinematic played. Tubbo was rather excited about capitalism. Once back, Tubbo declared that the mob they’d found was now called Frank, and rode it for a bit. The group proceeded to start exploring.

The group collected resources and found a spot for Town of Fobo. They found the first home of fobo and a villager. Sunny and Leo’s beef evolved. Fit came by and checked out the Town of Fobo. Frank was killed by admins. Richarlyson was downed twice, which got Tubbo and Fit properly spooked. They beefed with Fit and Ramón and told them to get off their property, dug out a basement below the first home, Tubbo learned there was already a Town of Fobo update account and the server crashed.

Upon returning, everyone struggled with lag; the Town of Fobo continued on despite it. They mined, declared Cellbit as their enemy, and discovered an absurdly large cave system directly under the first home. As they were mining, Cucurucho showed up, and they shared their plans with it. They later said that they were surprised it was still around, as they assumed that it was replaced by Mr. Bunny.

A chat message about being chased was displayed. Foolish and Tubbo got attacked by brand new mobs multiple times, and Tubbo got downed a couple of times. They’d discovered Alex’s caves, got into the atomic age by discovering uranium. They found two spawners, in one of which Tubbo acquired a rubber ducky akin to Chayanne’s. He’d found netherite boots (which he immediately bragged about to Etoiles), and after finding another spawner, the duo headed back to the surface.

Upon arriving there, they discovered that Fit put his house right on the border with the Town of Fobo. They reunited with their daughters, who seemed to be getting along rather nicely. They put up Leo’s amethyst and the Gem of Fobo — the first ever diamond the two mined. They discovered that while they were gone, Sunny and Leo cooked six and a half stacks of toast and gathered an absurd amount of seeds.

Tubbo farmed wood and just as he gathered all the resources he needed, he found Create mod disabled. He sat in Town of Fobo, unsure what to do. He made sure Sunny had gear and asked about her relationship with Leo; Sunny told him what had happened to her while he was away.

The two went looking for dungeons. While looting a structure, Tubbo found a signed book written by Kubek727 that read, “Dupa Biskupa :D”, which is a name of a Polish game that literally translates as “bishop's bum”. Exploring further, Tubbo found a chokobo and lost Sunny before finding her again (she had been in a hole).

They ran into Etoiles, who gave them a piece of leather Tubbo needed for a chokobo saddle. He left, and the two ran back to Tubbo’s chokobo. It was named Star, but couldn’t fly, which Tubbo was disappointed about, and proceeded to declare a new mission for the day: to find a gold chokobo which would be able to fly.

They found a second chokobo which was named Blue, and Tubbo established a chokobo breeding pit. Fobo claimed its first victim (BadBoyHalo, who was killed by Foolish). Tubbo had to fight off a zombie horde.

The first natural resident of Fobo was born — a baby chocobo. Leo came by, with Foolish and Tina soon following. Leo gave Tubbo some stuff, which he was ecstatic about.

Foolish and Tubbo lied to Tina about the origins of the first home and the three chatted for a bit about chocobos, their building plans and streamer awards. Foolish and Leo logged off for today, but not before suggesting Tina be the Fobo ambassador (especially since Tina was very interested in the place). Tina and Tubbo discussed recent money-related shenanigans, chocobos, Tubbo’s state of real life and effects of lack of Create on his psyche, American food and Etoiles. Tina left to find Empanada and build a house, and Tubbo continued on with this bird breeding business.

Sunny said that she was a bit sleepy, which Tubbo was very unhappy about, though he did later clarify that he was just joking and proceeded to put Sunny to sleep. He then went back to breeding. He heard some weird sound he couldn’t identify the source of and expanded the pit.

Richarlyson came by, looking like a pin cushion (stuffed with arrows). He said that he wanted to find Bad, which Tubbo wasn’t able to help him with. Tubbo showed him his chocobos and very non-subtly asked if it was even possible to get a golden chocobo. It turned out that golden chocobos were disabled altogether.

Richarlyson hugged Tubbo in consolation, and gave him a blue axolotl even though Tubbo didn’t want it. He also gave Tubbo a shiny plant, which Tubbo agreed to. Tubbo went back into the pit and continued breeding chocobos, rambling about how he wasn’t going to give up; he then came back up and screamed some more. Richarlyson asked to use Tubbo’s crafting table. Tubbo stood over the pit and rambled about unlucky rolls. Richarlyson asked about Tubbo’s rubber duckie and said that he also was nerfed — he wasn’t able to use wooden axes. Tubbo disagreed it was a nerf, saying that it was a World Edit tool. Richarlyson asked to smelt some iron; he then suggested he ask the gods whether there could be a golden chocobo, which Tubbo enthusiastically agreed to.

Tubbo continued to lament about lack of Create and decided to become the chocobo guy. He crafted himself chocobo armor and continued to breed chocobos. He had a mental breakdown in the pit, and decided to switch to the fishing mod. Richarlyson wanted to try breeding chocobos as well, but Tubbo said that it would be rigged and didn’t allow him.

Tubbo and Richarlyson fished. Upon Tubbo’s request Richarlyson shared whether treasure chests were nerfed, and Richas made fun of Tubbo farming chocobos for so long. Tubbo threatened to break the server.

Richarlyson egged Tubbo to breed the chocobos again, which Tubbo refused to do. Tubbo screamed about backpacks still being enabled with Create mod and chocobos being disabled. He learned that a lot of backpacks' features were disabled as well.

Tubbo continued fishing and chatting with Richarlyson. At one point Richas asked Tubbo to breed chocobos one more time, which Tubbo did. Richarlyson explained that only white, black and golden ones were blocked, and that Tubbo must have had terrible luck. They discussed the situation some more, and Richarlyson revealed that Frank was ‘’his’’ chocobo all along. Richarlyson realized he had to meet up with Bad, so Tubbo sent him off.

Tubbo then fished until he got a Neptune’s Bounty. Once he did, he bred the chocobos some more and decided to go to spawn. He talked about how he might take a break until more mod stuff is unlocked. Once at spawn, he walked around, experimented with the ATM, got himself a bounty to complete and soon logged off.

[the-self-entitled-bitch]

Jfc you're a white girl aren't you? Susan? lmaoooooooo

SKSKSKSKSKSK 

[charliedawn]

Imagine being Negan’s daughter and joining Rick’s group : (Warning : Very bad parenting ahead. Angst. Sad and very disturbing things happening. Minors: keep out..)

It was never your intention to get attached to the group. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission. In and out in a week. But..You hadn’t counted on the fact that you would actually get to enjoy their company and you ended up still being there 1 year later.

"Hey Y/N !"

You raised your head to look at Rick who was smiling and waving at you. You were supposed to go out today and get supplies. He had always been kind to you since the moment you had arrived to Alexandria and you had hoped that things would stay this way..but, things never do. They always change. Never stay the same.

"Hey, kiddo..Do you have a moment ?"

"Sure !"

You dusted off your hands before standing up and sitting down next to him on one of the wood logs that made out the limitations of the garden. He looked at the garden with a small proud smile before playfully ruffling your hair.

"You’ve done a great job ! The garden looks like it’ll give us enough vegetables to last the year !"

You didn’t want him to know, but you beamed under his praise..Your father had never praised you, not since the Apocalypse anyway, not since your mother had passed away..You secretly suspected that he held you accountable for her death. But, Rick saw potential in you and accepted you. He never judged you, never asked about your past. He was respectful and your heart filled with pride every time he smiled at you or tried to encourage you. 'He was a better father than Negan ever was and never will be', you thought.

"Hey, Rick ?"

He turned his face towards you, attentive and ready to listen as you opened your mouth to tell him that you wished you were his daughter, more than of the one who had actually conceived you, but closed your mouth and smiled instead.

"I’m glad we met.."

Rick let out a small chuckle before nodding.

"Well, I’m glad too, Y/N. We’ve done quite some road together and you did save me a few times so..that makes you family."

Your smile widened and you let yourself step further as to hug him. He was surprised by the sudden affectionate gesture, but welcomed it nonetheless. You stayed in each other’s hold fir a moment before he patted your back affectionately, letting you know that he had to go.

"Come on. We’re going out tonight. We better get ready. With a little luck, we’ll find chocolate somewhere."

You nodded in agreement before he stood up and your eyes followed him until he was out of sight. Your smile then vanished as you knew he wouldn’t see you as family anymore if he knew who you were. You sighed before getting out your walkie-talkie, the only remaining link left between you and your father..You tightened your hold on it and if looks could burn ? The damn thing would be melting in your hand..You had considered getting rid of it, but throwing it away would mean someone could find it, burying it would also be too much of a risk..You thought about throwing it in a river on one of your runs ? But, nobody went out alone these days and people would find it too suspicious..You sighed before turning the thing on. You didn’t think anyone would answer, so you didn’t see the harm in turning it on one last time..Maybe, you would even catch useful information ? You stayed and listened to all the whirring and static noises coming from the device..Did they already forget about you ? A year had already gone by since your last transmission with Dwight or Negan..You smiled hopefully, wondering if they thought you were dead ? Good. You wouldn’t want Negan to find this place..It was too beautiful for him.

You then waited a few more minutes, making sure nobody was online before finally following your crazy instinct to call danger and because you knew there was no way either of them would be on the other side.

"Dwight. I sincerely hope you’re alright. I know it’s been a long time, but I miss you.."

It was true. Out of everybody in that hell hole you had barely escaped with your life from, Dwight was the only one you truly ever found tolerable..And then, there was your dad.

"Dad…Burn in hell."

Negan used to be a good person, but it was before he became the chief of the so-called saviors. Your dad then became this cold and terrible monster who scared you..He used to be a decent man, before the bad Negan came into the picture..You closed your eyes as you remembered the last time you had physically talked to each other, more than a year ago.

Flashback :

"Dad !"

You had heard about Negan searching for a volunteer and, eager to get out without anyone’s supervision, were more than willing to take on any job available..

"Yes, sweetheart ?"

Negan turned towards you with a big smile, his eyes lighting up significantly as he saw you. Okay. Now that you had his attention..Time to bring out the big guns. You had to convince him to let you out. You tucked your bottom lip and joined your hands together to ask him pleadingly.

"Could..Could I go on a mission too ?"

The stuttering would surely soften him up enough to at least consider your proposal..You were going all out and were willing to beg him if it bought you your ticket out. But, Negan’s smile faltered for a moment at your demand and his expression hardened..You really hoped he wouldn’t say no. You were more than capable of fending for yourself and Negan knew that pertinently, he had no argument to keep you in anymore.

"Are you sure you’re ready ?"

"I am. I really want to help you."

You replied confidently and made sure not to bring out the part about getting away from the saviours and him..However, Negan didn’t seem convinced as he turned towards you fully, his eyes fixed on you as he asked suspiciously.

"Are you sure it’s not for another reason ?"

His eyes turned pitch black as he stood up, his hands clasped behind his back and he turned around you, like a shark observing its next victim.

"Because Simon told me something interesting about you today.."

You gulped..that little weasel ! However, you feigned ignorance as you tilted your head to the side and asked, pretending to be unsure about what he was referring to.

"W..What did he tell you ?"

He stopped walking before mimicking your innocent act, calling you out on your clearly unsuccessful stratagem.

"He told me..that you were trying to bail on us. He told me you couldn’t stop looking at the front gate and that you had even tried to jump over it multiple times ? Is my baby eager to leave the nest ?"

You closed your eyes and knew here and there that you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon, you would be lucky to even leave the room unscathed.

"I..I didn’t.."

Negan leaned forward, pretending not to hear you as he put a gloved hand on the back of your neck, applying pressure here as a warning if you were to lie to him again.

"Yes ? Were you about to apologise because you thought your old dad was a FUCKING IDIOT ?!"

You winced slightly at the sudden raise of his voice and tried not to cower. You knew what would happen next..You closed your eyes to embrace the pain. It didn’t take long. The pain came fast and strong like lightning as he struck you. It lingered for a few seconds—a warmth creeping up your cheek as you tried to blink your tears away—while your father stood above you. He sighed then crouched in front of you to take you by the hair and make you look at him.

"You know why I’m doing this right ? It’s for your own good..There are nasty things out there that would hurt you far worse..Are you going to obey me now ?"

You nodded, covering your stinging cheek and Negan smiled widely—satisfied by your quick submission.

"That’s my girl."

He then uncovered your cheek and pressed a kiss there, a joke of affection that you knew meant nothing. It was just another of Negan’s mind games..

"Here. I kissed it all better.."

He mocked then stood up and walked away, leaving you on the floor as your hatred for him only grew..You then took your walkie-talkie and ran to the gates where you knew Dwight was on guard duty.

Dwight was at his post and his eyes widened slightly as he saw you.

"Woah..You look pissed. Did something happen ?"

You didn’t let him speak before wrapping your arms around him and crying in the crook of his neck.

"Please, D..I need to leave this place. I can't do this anymore..I can't be near him.."

One chance, one life..D didn’t dare move and was so shocked, he didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t the first time you had sought him to be your shoulder to cry on. He also knew it was just a matter of time until you realized you needed to leave. It just surprised him that you would do it now and he stammered.

"W-Why did you come here then..?"

"Because you’re the only saviour who’s not a complete ass ?", you replied truthfully with a small smile and Dwight frowned, unconvinced.

"You're hiding something.."

You really couldn't hide anything from him, huh ? You sighed before confessing.

"D..I’m escaping tonight. I dont want to lie to you, so I’ll say it now. I like you, a lot. Please. Come with me.."

Dwight looked at your fingers intertwined and opened his mouth to answer you, but was cut off as a siren rang loudly inside the building and you gritted your teeth.

"Shit..He knows."

You turned back towards Dwight who was still hesitating before he finally shook his head. You sighed. It was to be expected..However, you didn't expect him to grav your arm and lead you towards the gates.

"Come on. This way."

He brought you to a hole in the fence covered by a metallic piece of junk and you grinned widely before looking back at D that offered you a weak smile.

"I knew you would eventually want to go and I planned for us to leave..but, I can't. Not yet."

You lost your smile and wanted to argue, beg him to come with you..but, you knew there was no time for that and only kissed his cheek to thank him. He blushed a little before hurrying you, you had to reach the other side before the walkers encircled the place. However, before you went, Dwight grabbed your hand to yank you backwards and put a walkie-talkie in your hand.

"I have to stay, but I don't want you to be alone..You got better chances out there if someone in there is on your side. Contact me as soon as you’re safe, alright ?"

You smiled and nodded before hugging him one last time and then running outside before a lot more walkers would end up at the gates..

The next day :

"Could you tell me, Dwight..How did my girl manage to get past your hawk eyes, huh ?!"

D stayed as expressionless as possible as he shrugged nonchalantly.

"I didn’t see her. She sneaked outside using one of the breaches made by the walkers.."

Negan’s jaw clenched, knowing that Dwight wouldn’t make the mistake of lying to him twice.

"You better be right..because if we can't find her ? I'll held you personally responsible.."

End of flashback :

"Y/N ?"

You were surprised to hear Dwight’s voice.

"D..Dwight ?"

Dwight laughed, relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Y-Yeah ! It’s me. How are you doing ?"

You smiled at the voice of your old friend and opened your mouth to tell him about Alexandria and Rick..but, hesitated as you weren’t sure if D would tell Negan or not ?

"Yes..I’m fine.", you decided to reply instead and Dwight seemed satisfied with your answer as he was quick to reply.

"G-Good..Listen. You shouldn’t be on this line. Negan still has his walkie on and he’s been pissed since you disappeared.."

You smiled softly at his worry and nodded, even though he couldn’t see it.

"Thank you, D."

Dwight smiled on his side of the line before he heard footsteps coming his way.

"Shit. I need to go, Y/N. I-I’ll talk to you soon.."

And with that, he was gone. You sighed before leaning back..He was okay. Good. You closed your eyes and let out a small chuckle. Dwight was still alive. It shouldn’t have made you so happy, but it did. He was the only savior who ever gave a shit about you. The last true human among them.

At night :

You brought the walkie-talkie to your lips and decided to indulge in your desire to hear his voice again. You called him.

"Dwight..Are you there ?"

You were first met with dead silence and sighed, ready to go to sleep when another voice made itself heard from the walkie-talkie, one that made you shiver in fear..

"Guess again, ~honey.."

No..NononononNO ! You quickly grabbed your walkie-talkie and were about to turn it off when a deep chuckle came from the other side.

"I know you can hear me, brat. I can hear you fucking breathe. Listen. I’m coming for you and you better have a pretty good explanation, you hear me ?!"

You quickly turned it off before you could hear anything else and realised your heart was beating a thousand times a minute..Still, after all these years—the bastard still had power over you. You felt hot tears falling down your face as you took the walkie-talkie and threw it across the room in a fit of rage, breaking it in the process. You had fought so hard to keep the bastard away from you..You couldn't let him drag you back, or find this place..

You filled a bag with all your belongings and were about to make a run for it, but someone knocked at your door. You held your breath and turned your eyes towards the door, your hand on your knife just in case.

"Y/N ? Are you there ?"

You sighed in relief at the sound of Glenn's familiar voice and didn't hesitate before opening the door. Glenn got in and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry to wake you up, but me and the others are going on a run to search for some medical supply for Maggie. And..I see you're already dressed."

You tried to hide your nervousness behind an awkward smile and pushed your bag further underneath your bed with the tip of your foot.

"Yeah..Couldn't sleep and heard you guys moving downstairs."

Glenn didn't seem convinced, but smiled nonetheless and shrugged.

"Okay. Join us when you're ready.."

You nodded and waited until he was out of view before getting your bag out of its hiding place. You would still be able to help before going, the run itself giving you an easy way to disappear. You gave one last glance at Alexandria from your window and smiled wistfully, you really wished you could stay..You didn't want to leave, but it was the only way to keep them safe. You wiped your tears away before grabbing your backpack and running downstairs.

A few hours later :

How did it come to this ?

You were kneeling among your friends, your eyes fixed on the floor and the same question turning over and over in your head.

"Well..Hello there ! You bunch of troublemakers really caused me trouble, you know that ?"

You thought you would be able to escape, to save your friends..But, here you were. There was no doubt who was behind all this. How did he find you so quickly ? The sound of his bat digging into the ground, his obvious sarcasm and the sight of his polished black boots left no room for doubt. It was him. He was here. The evil incarnate. Negan. He had just killed Abraham in cold blood and you knew it was only a matter of time before he recognized you..

He scanned the group until his eyes lingered on you for a second or two before they lit up in recognition. Shit.

"Y/N ! Is that you ?! Goddamn, I almost didn't recognize you with the amount of blood and shit you're covered in !"

You clenched your jaw and didn't dare look up, your eyes fixed on the ground instead as you kept repeating in your head that you weren't going to fall for it..for this miserable attempt at making you speak. The mud under your legs oddly cool and soothing under you as you tried not to meet Negan’s burning gaze.

"Don't wanna talk ? Fine by me. I've got time and you will answer me. I promise you that, brat."

"Stop it ! You're scaring her !"

Maggie tried to help you, but one glance from Negan and she instinctively shielded her stomach from him. Negan gave her a knowing look before smirking and turning back towards you.

"Oh really ? Are you scared of me, sweetheart ? Is that why you haven’t been answering your walkie-talkie for a while ? You had me all worried and I thought one of those nasty trespassers may have cut off your tongue !"

He suddenly grabbed your wrist and forced you up, gripping your jaw tightly as he made you look at him, tears streaming down your face as you knew it was over..

"Aren’t you going to talk, sweetheart ? Apologise for making me run to your rescue because I thought your ungrateful a** was in trouble ?!"

His sudden harshness made you flinch and you chastised yourself for appearing weak in front of the man you least wanted to see.

"Let her go !"

You recognised Rick’s voice and Negan’s attention was suddenly on him. He released you and you fell back on your knees as Negan walked towards Rick, his eternal bat resting on his shoulder as he addressed Rick a knowing smile.

"You must be Rick..Damn. I understand why she wanted to stay ! You look like a strong and caring man ! Her type for sure..Wanna bang him, sweetheart ?"

He crouched in front of Rick and admired his pained expression, his eyes staring right at him. He still had that determination, huh ? Negan would have to change that.

"No..Please, dad.."

As if both of them recognised themselves in the appellation, they both turned their heads towards you at your plea. You were in tears and shook your head.

"Please.."

You begged..You knew it wouldn’t change much, but you couldn’t bare to lose any of them, especially not Rick.

"Aww..Are you really begging me for his life, darling ?"

Negan’s legs came into view and you looked up to find him grinning sadistically at you and then, he stomped on your shoulder. You screamed loudly in pain and it took a few of Negan’s men to hold Rick down. However, you knew what Negan wanted and joined your hands together, begging him as your face was almost buried in the mud, sweat making your skin sticky and pain shot as he dipped his heel further in your shoulder..

"Yes ! Please ! Spare him !"

He licked his lips, he always did love a good begging..

"Alright, I will.."

You sighed in relief. But, your relief was short-lived as he took his bat with both hands and mercilessly blew it down on Glenn’s head.

"Nooo !"

Your scream mixed with Maggie’s as you both tried to reach for Glenn, but were both restrained. You felt Dwight’s arms around you before he ordered you, quiet enough for only you to hear.

"Stay still. Please."

Dwight was the only savior you ever had any respect for and you swallowed your pride to obey, knowing it would only get worse if you fought it. It was too late to beg now..You could only watch as your father brought his bat down over and over until Glenn’s head was nothing but a pile of mush.

"Ooh ! That felt good !"

He leaned back and smiled, that blood-thirsty and cruel smile, the smile you were so desperately trying to escape from.

"Here, honey. I did you a favour by sparing your Rick. Aren't I the nicest ? Besides, Lucille wasn’t that thirsty anyway.."

You closed your eyes as you didn’t want to rest your eyes on the damn bat that had replaced you, that had become the prime source of your jealousy..Your mother had been replaced in his eyes by a simple and vulgar bat, taking all of his attention and love away from you..It didn’t deserve her name..Negan quickly noticed that you were staring at his bat and smirked.

"I can see that you’re staring at Lucille. What did she ever do to you ?! Well, besides killing some of your friends. But, she’s a vampire bat ! What can I say ?! She loves blood.."

"You wanna know what she did ?! She took my father away from me !"

Your group seemed shocked and confused by the information, everyone besides Rick who you had told about the man with the bat who had killed your father..A half-truth. Negan smiled before tilting his head and answering you :

"Oh honey..Your father was long gone before she ever arrived."

He then grabbed your arm and pulled you up, giving a circular look at the rest of your friends who all were trembling in fear.

"I’m taking that one back with me..Do be good and maybe, you’ll see her again ?"

Rick seemed to suddenly get his courage back as he raised to his feet and yelled in protest.

"You can't ! Please ! Don’t take her ! Don’t take her ! Please ! Take me instead ! She’s the closest to a daughter I have !"

Rick’s words stopped Negan dead in his tracks and you knew what would happen next by the amused expression he gave you. No..He wouldn’t..You shook your head, a sign that he ignored as he turned around with the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

"Don’t you dare.."

You glared at him warningly, but Negan ignored you again before fulling facing Rick.

"Wait..She didn’t tell you ?"

Rick frowned in incomprehension and some of the people in your group looked at each other confused, wondering what he meant by that, which only added to your father’s sadistic amusement as he took you by the shoulder, so you were now flushed against his side.

"You sorry lot are in for a big surprise ! Because, you see..Sweet little Y/N over there is my daughter. My pride and joy. Came out of my own nuts and ain’t going back, isn’t that right sweetie ?!"

You grimaced in disgust at his poor choice of words and tried to get away from him, but to no avail. He held you in an iron grip against him.

"W..What ?", you could see the confusion and shock on Rick’s face as he didn’t even look at you. It hurt.

"Go to hell !"

You finally yelled in frustration at Negan and then looked at Rick with teary eyes. You didn’t want him to know. Not like this..Negan took pleasure in the surrounding suffering, including yours.

"You heard me, right ? She is of my flesh and blood ! I’m her loving dad ! Well, she does hate my guts, but she’s still daddy’s little girl, aren’t you sweetie ?"

He pinched your cheek playfully before looking at the surprised looks of your companions, as well as some looks of anger at your betrayal. These were the worst..You closed your eyes and felt yourself faltering slightly, as you couldn’t handle the death of two of your closest friends and the forced confession or who you were..You wanted to disappear, but he wouldn’t let you. You heard faint voices in the background calling your name, Rick among them as he reached out to you just as you were about to black out..but, before you could hit the ground, someone caught you.

"Ssh..Don’t worry, Y/N. I got you."

You had no power over your legs anymore and could only stare numbly ahead at your friends and the bodies on the ground. Negan picked you up in his arms, acting the part of the caring father while you knew he was far from it. You shared the pain and loss of the group. You tried to meet the gaze of any of them, but they all fixed the floor and didn’t dare look up, all besides Daryl who looked up angrily at Negan. Rick was looking at you with such emptiness, the shame you already felt grew in your chest as Negan brought you to his car. He settled you in the passenger seat and booped your nose with a fake overjoyed smile.

"I missed you.."

You didn’t answer. He didn’t want you to anyway. He was far too pissed to listen to whatever you had to say..He got in the driver’s seat and you drove away while you saw the reflection of your friends in the rear view mirror. You felt tears gather in your eyes as you knew Negan had annihilated any chance for you to ever gain their trust again.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure I made a pretty good first impression."

He cackled beside you and you glared at him. Bastard..He was enjoying this. It wasn't fair.

"I wish you were dead, asshole.", you muttered under your breath, loud enough for Negan to hear.

Negan’s expression hardened at your words and his smile disappeared, as he suddenly went faster—too fast as he ran over a few walkers. He made the car bump several times and making you hit your face against the headboard purposefully. You cried out when your felt blood drip from your nose and Negan suddenly stopped on the sidewalk to look at you and grab your chin forcefully.

"Never talk to me like that again, Y/N ! I am still your fucking father and no matter how much you hate it ?! You’re stuck with me !"

You felt your tears mix with your blood and internally wondered if he even cared a little ? Could you could jump out of the car ? Would he come after you ? However, he interrupted your thoughts. He finally sighed and wiped your face with his handkerchief.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you..And I’m sorry the last memory you got of me is me slapping the shit out of you..but, you didn’t have to hide for a year !"

You hated it..His act. He was always like that. It was all an act for him. Everything was a game and he hated when things didn’t go according to script. You were his daughter, but to him ? You were just another prop to use and discard of when the time was right..You had resented him for it. But, now ? You only felt pity and sadness as to see that he had not change the slightest, that your disappearance had absolutely no effect on him. He didn’t care..He never did.

"Fuck..you."

You spat hatefully, which halted his gentle ministrations. He clenched his jaw and digged his fingers even more into your skin until your jaw felt sore by his tight grip.

"That’s it, young lady. You’ll be consigned to your fucking room until you learn to behave !"

As soon as you were back, he put his threat to execution and locked you in your bedroom, ignoring your screams of protest and the multiple bangs of your fists against the door. Finally, you stopped and felt hot tears run down your cheeks. Why couldn't he just leave you alone ?

Two hours later :

Dwight walked towards your room and found Simon standing guard in front of it with a rifle; Negan’s order no doubt. He tried to walk past him, but Simon grabbed his hand and Dwight glared up at him.

"Let me pass, Simon.."

Simon wouldn't normally care, but Negan had been categorical. No one enters or gets out of this bedroom. Simon would be held responsible otherwise and he really didn't want to end up on Negan’s blacklist.

"Nuh-huh. Can’t do. That’s the boss’ daughter. Sorry, D."

Dwight, seeing that it would be difficult to make him move by force, tried to reason with him.

"Come on, man. Please..She must be scared. I didn’t even get to explain.."

"Dude. Stop.", Simon interrupted him. "Ain’t happening. Turn around. She ain’t talking to nobody until Negan comes back."

Dwight clenched his teeth and was about take the goddamn rifle from his hands when he heard a familiar whistling behind him.

"What's going on here ?!"

Negan appeared behind Dwight and Simon scoffed mockingly before replying, not letting his gaze drop from Dwight's.

"Little D over there tried to get in.."

Negan clicked his tongue before turning towards Dwight and grinned widely.

"Don't worry, D. You'll have your turn, once I'm finished with her."

D's knuckles turned white at the multiple scenarios playing in his mind about what Negan meant by that, a lot of them ending with you—covered in bruises—begging him to come to your rescue as you were buried in a ditch somewhere. He opened his mouth to protest, but Negan stopped him by raising his bat to his face.

"One word..And I'll deal with the other side of your ugly mug, got it ?"

D immediately closed his mouth and even though he wanted to be brave for you, had no choice but to agree. He finally nodded and Negan huffed a mocking laugh before lowering his bat.

"Here we go. That's a good boy. Now, how about you and Simon go make sure everything's going well in the market, huh ?"

Simon didn't have to be told twice before walking towards the market place in the building, eager to get his hands on the most valuable items for free. D closed his eyes and addressed you a silent apology before stepping away. He couldn't help you..You were on your own.

Inside your room :

You were waiting behind your door, a pair of scissors in hand and ready to attack the next person who would get in, that it'd be Simon or Negan. You had succeeded to escape once, you could do it again. When you heard the familiar whistle behind the door, you knew who you would be facing and raised your weapon, ready to strike. However, Negan expected it and grabbed your arm before you could put your plan into execution.

"Really, Y/N ? I taught you that trick.."

He then took the scissors out of your hand and when you tried to slap him, he glared at you with such intensity that you hesitated. It was a mistake.

He threw you on the couch and chuckled as he knew exactly why you had that moment of inner panic.

"You're still scared of me, aren't you ? Good. You should be.."

You glared at him through the thick curtains of your hair and Negan crouched in front of you, tilting his head to have a better sight of you and frowned as he saw a few scars that weren't there a year ago. He took a strand of your hair and played with it before musing.

"You cut your hair ? Too bad..I liked them better long."

"I don’t fucking care what you like or not..It wasn’t for you."

You spat angrily and Negan sighed before glancing up at you with a taunting smile.

"What ? It was for Dwight ?"

You glared at him, but didn’t dignify him with an answer..

"Or, that brand new handsome dad you got yourself ? What’s his name again..Rick ?"

At the mention of his name, you saw red and slapped him so fast—he didn't expect it—and so hard, it reverberated through the walls. You were both shocked for a moment before his lips upturned into a grim smile, announcing your imminent doom at the grave mistake you had just committed..

"N-Negan..I..!"

You tried to formulate an apology, as for him not to hurt you too bad, or even to assure your survival..But, he interrupted you and raised a hand, signifying that you better stay quiet.

"Shut up. Now, you’re gonna listen to me, brat."

He slammed you against the wall and you realised only now that he reeked alcool..Fuck.

"You made me chase your ass across the goddamn country..And this is the thanks I get ?!"

You turned your head away, but he gripped your chin and made you look at him in the eyes. He was not done with you. Not by far..

"Can’t even withstand my face, can you ? I’m disgusting to you, aren’t I ?! A drunk asshole who doesn’t know what he is doing ?! A big fuckin’ joke, huh ?! Is that what you’re thinking ?!"

You winced as he started yelling and the smell only worsened as his face was now inches from you.

"Who are you ?"

The question was simple..You had heard it multiple times before and knew the answer by heart.

"Negan.."

No need to play the hero and risk annoying him any further, but you didn’t plan on him taking you by the throat and repeating the question, clearly dissatisfied.

"Oh no..sweetheart. You’re not me. You lost that the moment you stepped out of the Sanctuary. Rectification. What are you ?"

You gasped for air and felt tears forming at the corners of your eyes and couldn’t even utter an answer, not that you even had an answer to give him. He seemed to perceive your genuine confusion and sighed loudly in disappointment before releasing you. You fell to the floor and took large gulps of air in an attempt to get back your regular breathing as he finally gave you the answer he wanted.

"You’re Negan’s. I fucking own you, girl ! Put you on this Earth and will take you back if you ever pull that shit again, got it ?!"

He nudged you with the tip of his boot, which meant if you didn’t answer, he would use his boot to crush your windpipe.

"You’re…a fucking monster."

Here it was..Negan smirked as he knew you weren’t holding back any longer, the unbridled rage storming in your eyes, a clear indication that you were at the end of your game of pretend and that if he wanted to crush you ? He could do it now. He grinned before crouching in front of you again and tutted mockingly.

"Bad answer. Try again."

He pulled you up by fisting his hand in you hair as you cried out and tried to scratch him, but he stayed unyielding as he threw you on the coach once more.

"You’ll learn to respect me !"

You gathered enough spit in your mouth to spit at him, but he anticipated and covered your mouth and nose with his gloved hand, making sure you couldn’t breathe.

"You better swallow that shit, if you know what’s good for you, yeh ?"

You had no choice and obeyed. Once he was sure you wouldn’t spit at him, he let you breathe and stayed silent for a few seconds, letting you get back your breath before acknowledging your words:

"Maybe you’re right ? I’m a monster…But, guess what ? You made me that monster. The day you took Lucille away."

You tried not to cry and let him know how much his words affected you..But, you couldn’t. It was just too much. Your eyes then landed on another shiny object at his belt: a gun. He realized where your eyes landed and chuckled to himself before getting his gun out of its holster. To your surprise, he then put it in your hand and your felt your heart skip a beat as he pointed the gun at his forehead.

"You really want to shoot me ? Go ahead..But, you better have one hell of a good aim, girl. Because If you don’t kill me first try ? I’ll kill you..And if you miss and I become a fucking walker ? I’ll come back and bite your ass."

You tried to hold back your tears as your shaking hand holding the gun was pointed at him..And then, you realised that you couldn’t do it—you couldn’t kill Negan..No matter how much you wanted to..No matter how much he deserved it..You let the gun fall to the floor and sobbed.

"I hate you..So much. All I ever wanted was to make you proud. I wanted my dad ! But, all you ever saw when you looked at me was your wife’s killer ! I miss her too ! I miss her every goddamn day ! I never got to even meet her, and yet I fucking miss her because you never were around ! I needed you, Negan ! Where the fuck were you ?!"

Negan's expression darkened and gloomed at the mention of his wife and he couldn't believe the nerve you had to even talk about her..Lucille would have listened to him. But, you ? You were of a different breed, more Negan than Negan himself, and it pissed him off. You thought he hadn't searched for you ? You dared complain about his absence when the only way he could ever communicate with you was when you were both at each other's throats ?

"Really ?! What do you think I fucking did during the past year ?! I’ve been listening to that damn walkie-talkie everyday ! I’ve been on the road, searching for you ! You betrayed me, Y/N ! What did you think would happen ?! You left ! And I was left on my own ! You’re everything I got left from her, and you fuckin’ ran away !"

"NOT BY CHOICE ! I WAS SCARED OF YOU, DAD ! YOU TURNED INTO THIS THING AND I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO BRING YOU BACK ! I LOVED YOU ! AND YOU NEVER FUCKIN’ DID !"

He had to admit that he had never been tender with you, but it was because only the stick made you react. You were both monsters, and it was high time he made you realize that.

"Love ?", he huffed mockingly—as if it all a big joke—before rubbing his face tiredly, keeping himself from laughing at the absurdity of the concept in this crazy world. "When did you ever love me ?"

Your held your breath as he looked up at you with an etched doleful expression. It looked genuine. It was the first time you were seeing your father in such a vulnerable state..He looked old, older than he was and so very miserable. It was unfair. You shook your head.

The corners of your mouth tilted up into a sardonic smile, one of disbelief and clear distaste.

"You're right..Maybe, I never did. You never gave me any reason to. And, yes. Maybe, I found a replacement in Rick. Rick who believed in me.."

You stood up.

"..Rick who took care of me.."

You took a step forward.

"Y/N..", he groaned warningly, but you ignored him.

"..Rick who trusted me.."

You took another step and for the first time in forever, you saw something in your father's eyes that wasn't there before..You could recognize fear, after having felt it so many times in his presence in the past.

You leaned forward and your smile became a cruel snare as you gave the final blow mercilessly.

"..Rick who is a better father than you will ever be.."

Negan's expression soured, all softness leaving his face and he raised his hand. You closed your eyes, preparing for the pain to come. He grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to the wall, his whole being shaking in anger, a tight-lipped expression taking over his feature and his voice a dark whisper.

"You stepped out of line..You made a fool out of me in front of my men..If Rick is a better father ? Do you really think he wants you ? You ungrateful brat.."

Your eyes widened at his words and when you tried to attack him this time, he guessed your next move and grabbed your arm to turn you on your back, almost dislocating your shoulder in the process as you cried.

"Maybe, the reason I am your father, is that no one else would be able to handle it ? How about I go see Rick and we discuss man to man, hmm ?"

You thrashed and struggled to get out of his hold, but he was determined to make you unable to move, immobile at his feet, just as Negan wanted you to be. You sniffled, this position too familiar, bringing you back to the days were you and Negan's wrestling was all harmless fun..when it was only the both of you against this hostile world.

"Why are you doing this ? Why can't you just leave me be ? If you ever loved me..Please. Don't do this."

Negan’s expression softened at your words and he sighed loudly before pulling you up and taking you into his arms.

"Come here, sweetheart. I didn’t mean it. You just make me so mad sometimes..Of course, I love you.."

He didn’t mean to go too far, he was just so worried and you stubbornly didn’t answer any of his calls. He thought he had lost you..He couldn’t allow himself to lose someone else close to him. When Lucille died, his sanity was held by a thread: you. When you disappeared, that last thread of hope almost vanished and it was only when he heard your voice in his walkie-talkie that he felt alive again and also, it made him so very angry at the realization that he would never be what you wanted him to be.

He let out a long tired sigh, sitting on the couch with you still in his arms.

"We make quite the pair, you and I.."

You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, reflecting on his words.

"..Yup. We're a terrible duo."

He scratched your scalp gently, just as he used to and you couldn't help but lean into the touch, craving any sort of affection that would make you forget for a moment. He smiled softly as something crossed his mind and he added.

"Like fire and gazoline."

You snorted and couldn’t help but give in into this little game of his.

"Salt and blood."

He followed.

"Poison and death"

It continued until you were both out of ideas and then, you concluded by saying in a low whisper.

"Love and hatred.."

Negan took you by the chin and forced you to look up at him.

"I never hated you..I’m just not daddy material. My kind of love destroys and burns."

"Let me burn away then.."

You muttered under your breath and you didn't know if it was because of the exhaustion or your dizziness..You just shook your head and felt a low chuckle rumble in his chest. He smirked before kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Gosh..We’re fucked up."

You laughed humorlessly and nodded.

"Rotten to the bone."

You agreed and Negan let out a soft sigh..You were both broken and it sucked. But, you were everything he had left.

"Not gonna argue with that.."

He held you closer and closed his eyes. He thought you would both take a break, but as many of Negan’s plans for you, it always turned unexpectedly. He failed to notice your hand sneaking into his back pocket and slowly getting the keys out. You then closed your eyes and tried to gather the courage for what you were about to do next.

"Negan ?"

He hummed quizzically before leaning back to look at you, taken off guard when you suddenly head-butted him. He cursed loudly and you took his momentary dizziness to use the key and run out of the room. He groaned in pain, holding his bloody nose as all of his earlier tenderness turned back into rage.

"I’ll find you ! You hear me, Y/N ?! I’ll find you ! You can run, but you can't hide from me !"

You knew he would, but maybe was it the reason you ran ? Because, deep down, you liked playing the hunted, as much as he liked the thrill of the chase.

You would never get back your father. And, maybe was it for the best ? The world had changed, you were bound to change with it.

(It is very different from what I usually write, but I had the idea and decided to give it a shot.)

[twinkleimagines]

frenemies

summary: You catch feelings for your nemesis Rafe Cameron and notice his change of how he started interacting with you, so you begin and hoping he feels the same, so you decide to take the risk to confront him and see what his true intentions are.

5.5k words

LONG!

Part two, part 3 , part four (final)

Warning: Language, smut, physical and verbal fighting.

Rafe Cameron.

The most loved and also the most hated Kook in the OBX.

You and your pogue friends despised this guy, or at least you were suppose to.

But for some reason, between all the bickering you two had done over the summer, you've managed to fall for him.

I know- what the fuck.

It blew your mind too. He was never nice. Always making fun of the Pogues, practically humiliating you all every chance he got. You guys were nothing but broke thieves who took whatever you wanted no matter who it hurt. You guys were scum, the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, a bunch of nobody's that will never make it anywhere in life.

Which is obviously not true, but to Rafe - that's what you ‘dirty Pogues’ were.

You didn’t care for the name calling though. You honestly could say the same thing about the Kooks. They cheat their way into life, never have to work for anything , always have mommy and daddy's money to get them through any obstacle. But you knew not all Kooks were like that. Take your best friend Kiara for example. She's a 'kook' by the book, but by the streets she’s a Full Pogue at heart.

but for some reason though, Rafe would spend most his time trying to find a way to harass the shit out of you specifically. He could have a million Pogues around him yet he always found his way through the crowd to have some conversation with you even if it was to drag your name through the mud.

You first realized the feelings you had for Rafe when you began craving his presence.

It was the annual bonfire that you and your friends had went to , a place where all teens and young adults mixed from all clicks. Tourists, Pogues, and even Kooks. Everyone was there.

You stood next to the fire with JJ and Pope, two of your closest friends as the night grew louder, more people filling in. You watched the crowds as the piled up on the sand, but your eyes roamed for Rafe himself. You were almost mad at yourself for actively searching for him. And it wasn’t even like you were looking for him so you could avoid him, but searching so you could see him and hopefully grab his attention.

You continuously questioned yourself as to Why you were looking for this jerk off to begin with. All he was going to do was put you down and try to humiliate you in front of all of your friends.

But for some reason, when your eyes landed on that tall brown headed boy, his hair for once not greased back, a wide grin on his face as he wore a black t-shirt and a red cup in his hand- your heart fluttered. You began to grin slightly, seeing him in the distance.

Despite how much of an ass hole he was, Rafe was unbelievably hot. He was toned, Tall, jaw line so sharp it could probably cut you and you could get lost in those blue eyes of his. It excited you so much when he would give you attention. Even the negative attention. At this point you just enjoyed looking at him and hearing your name flow out of his mouth.

"earth to Y/n" JJ spoke out stepping out in front of you blocking your view to Rafe, and ultimately bringing you out of your trance.

“huh” you responded dumbfounded .

“Pope thinks I’m stupid for eating food with mold on it” JJ said throwing his hands up, you grin as you watched the blonde boy try to seriously defend his theory. Pope’s eyes widened throwing his hands up as well, looking towards you for agreement.

“It’s a Fungi bro! nothing good comes from Eating mold!” Pope argued back. JJ shook his head, disagreeing with Pope’s statement .

“dude, mold is good for you ok it’s just a natural organism “ He stated, dropping his hands down to his sides.

“You’re fucking nasty” You laughed out before pushing onto JJ’s shoulder. You hadn’t realized it yet, but your laugh caught a certain boy’s attention. the moment Rafe heard that familiar tune, his head turned to your direction, his eyes focused on you as you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well well well if it isn’t Ms. Sarah Cameron “ JJ spoke as he walked up towards one of your best friend, John B, and Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah. They both looked in your direction taking a few steps away from each other as if it wasn’t obvious that they were talking.

You didn’t hate Sarah per-say, but one time she did make out with your ex boyfriend while at a party. She claimed he told her he was single and she was just looking for a good night but Sarah was known for always wanting attention so you were doubtful on the fact that she was ‘unaware’ that he was your boyfriend.

You were the only one who knew John B’s crush on Sarah. He had started working for her father after his father went missing, and you were the only one who had caught on to his different approach when Sarah was ever mentioned, or how his cheeks would go slightly red when she would walk by. You didn’t blame him, the Cameron siblings were fucking hot.

“Hi JJ’ Sarah said with a grin. You stood to the side of Pope, looking around for Kiara, only to find her sat with a group of more Pogues talking their heads off.

JJ began trying to include Sarah into his previous ‘mold is good for you’ argument while your focus drifted off, your eyes roaming the crowd once again.

You managed to look back over to where you had first saw Rafe standing, only this time he was no where to be found.

“sarah baby c’mon” you heard someone say. You looked over, Your eyes widening to see Rafe and Topper standing in front of you next to Sarah. You knew this wasn’t a group that needed to be mixed, but seeing Rafe excited you. Your eyes landed on his, your heart beginning to flutter. You hated the fact that you two were enemies. It sucked looking at someone the way you did, knowing they were only looking back at you with hatred and pure disgust. At least you thought.

“Oh c’mon Topper can’t the girl just have a little fun?” JJ laughed out, his alcohol clearly running through his veins.

“You Pogues don’t know the meaning of fun JJ” Topper laughed out. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Go the fuck on Topper “ you spat out, your eyes lifting some towards Rafe before going back to Topper. You could feel yourself kicking up a sweat, maybe from the alcohol , or maybe from the fact that Rafe’s eyes were already on yours when you looked at him. He even had a smirk plastered on his face, probably from the fact he gets off on the fighting.

“Oooohhh someone’s ballsy tonight huh?” Topper laughed bringing the attention to you.

“No im just sick and tired of you stuck up kooks always trying to ruin a good time” You scoffed out, crossing your arms over chest.

“Y/n you wouldn’t know the meaning of a good time if it slapped you in the face alright?” Rafe said. He furrowed his brows together when he realized a smirk rising on your face once you looked over at him. He didn’t know what to think considering the other times you were giving him an ‘ eat shit ‘ look, but this time it was almost as if you were happy he was commenting towards you.

“Oh right, having random hook ups and snorting a line of coke every night is a good time huh Rafe?” You scoffed out sarcastly. “ yeah I think I’ll pass” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“ Listen JJ you and your little bitch need to just go back to the cut where you came from-“ you glanced at Rafe, only to see him looking at Topper with anger as if he was upset at him for calling you that , but before you could further analyze his expression, JJ pushed against Topper’s chest, slinging Topper backwards.

“you watch your mouth” JJ spat out pointing his finger towards Topper’s face. John B quickly stepped in , pulling JJ back away from Topper who was now laughing like an idiot, excited for the action that he thought was about to happen.

“Yeah go ahead Johnny boy go ahead and play dad “ Topper spat out as John B continued practically dragging JJ away from the group. “just don’t go abandoning him like your dad did ” He yelled out. Your mouth flew open in shock, seeing John B stop in his tracks but before he could even respond, your hand slapped straight across Topper’s cheek, causing his head to bounce side ways.

“go suck on your moms tits some more you fucking prick” You scowled before turning on your heals, following your friends. You didn’t even bother to stick around for anymore commentary, your only goal at this point was getting your friends the hell away from here before all hell broke loose.

“never fails man” you heard JJ screamed out in anger as you made it to the parking lot all while Pope continued trying to hush them as they stood next to the twinkie.

“JJ chill!” Pope yelled out as he tried pushing JJ into the Volkswagen but to no avail.

“no man they always get to do and say whatever the hell they want and never get any repercussions for it !” he exclaimed.

He wasn’t wrong, they really did. And if the Pogues fought back they were deemed bad and out of control. You sighed heavily as you watched JJ try to calm himself down, only to realize you had left your phone on the Log you were originally sitting at by the fire.

“Fuck I’ll be right back” You stated, only for your arm to get grabbed by John B.

“No don’t go back there” He instructed but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine I just left my phone. “ You exclaimed before making your way back down towards the crowd of people.

“Xcuse’ me “ you mumbled as you brushed past people, making your way to the fire.

“Y/n what happened?” Kiara asked popping up from the side, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll explain later , meet you at the twinkie ok? go calm JJ down” You responded, pointing behind you with your thumb towards the van. She rolled her eyes, realizing it was a fight that had happened before turning around, making her way to your friends.

“Just can’t stay away can you?” You heard from behind you. You turn around to see none other than Rafe himself standing proudly. You rolled your eyes before turning back around, walking towards the fire once again. Despite you usually being excited to see him, tonight really put things into perspective for you.

You really were just a ‘dirty pogue’ to these guys, nothing more. There was no point to continue entertaining the thought of anything ever happening between the two of you. You were enemies, and that was all you’d ever be.

“I just came to get something Rafe go away” You huffed out.

“Oh you mean this?” He yelled out , making you stop in your track. You turned around to see Rafe holding your phone up, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Give me that” you demanded, reaching your hand out, but Rafe pulled back, pulling it out of your reach.

“Rafe!” You yelled out with anger. “Give me my fucking phone dude” You spat out , reaching out again.

“Well what’s in it for me?” he asked , that smirk still obvious on his face.

“Rafe , please” You sighed out, dropping your shoulders slowly giving up. Between the alcohol and it being so late, you didn’t have any energy in you at this point to argue and you were just ready to go home and crash. Rafe noticed the body change in you, his grin falling from his face.

“I’m sorry” he said softly as he held out your phone to you. You were shocked. Rafe apologizing? Nobody but his father had ever heard those words coming from him so for him to say this to you really took you by surprise.

You slowly took the phone from him, your brows furrowed together in confusion.

“uhm,” you said as you pulled your arm back towards yourself. “thanks” you mumbled before turning on your heels making your way back to your friends.

“Y/n stop arguing and just do it!” Your mom yelled at you as she pushed the cleaing cart your way. You had to work with your mom today at the country club unfortunately and you were not even the slightest bit happy about it. She needed help and ‘You teenagers don’t do anything for yourselves’ as she would say, so you were stuck cleaning the floors while she did whatever it is that she does.

“Okay!” you huffed out as you picked up the broom off of the cart, aggressively beginning to sweep against the floor. You rolled your eyes as she mumbled something else to you before walking away, leaving you to clean the room alone.

It wasn’t long after that you heard some familiar voices walking down the hall way towards the room you were in. It most definitely sounded like the horrible three, Topper, Kelce and Rafe. You quickly turned your back towards the door, hoping none of them would notice you since you were alone and you against 3 just didn’t sound like a good time. You continued sweeping as you heard the group laughing as they passed the room you were in, not even paying you no mind. You sighed with relief as you realized they hadn’t noticed you and continued back to sweeping the floors.

“Hey” you heard from behind you. You jumped up gasping loudly as you turned around quickly, only to see Rafe himself standing there .

“God – fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of me. “ You breathed out, your hand over your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat down.

“sorry” he responded. There was that word again that didn’t exist in Rafe’s dictionary. You caught yourself staring before you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance, placing your hand on your hip.

“What do you want Rafe?” You scoffed out. He smirked before walking over to one of the Desks that sat in the room. You watched as he sat down on the edge, grinning as he stared over at you.

“ Never seen you here before.” He stated. You rolled your eyes before you propped your elbow up on your broom, sighing heavily.

“my mom works here. I’m just helping” You exclaimed, not that it was any of his business anyway.

“Huh” He responded nodding his head. He kept quiet once again, leaving the room silent and you beyond confused. You eventually shook your head at him, indicating for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Look Rafe “ you started, standing yourself up straight. “I have to get back to work so unless you’re here for something important, you can go the fuck on” you finished. Rafe hopped off the edge of the desk, taking a few steps towards you , his body now hovering over yours. You began to feel your heart pound again, this time from the nerves as he stood so close to you. The smell of his cologne, grass and sweat from his Golfing lingering in your nose. you felt your hands begin getting clammy as you tried to hold your composer, your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

Rafe slowly lifted his hands, placing it under your chin, his blue eyes focused on yours. You didn’t know what to do at this point. You’ve had one on one Arguments with rafe before but none where he stood this close, and this quiet with you.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he lifted your chin, your face close together. He grinned once again, leaning in closer to you.

“You’re so beautiful” He said softly. You stared back into his blue eyes for a second before leaning in slightly. You were taken back though as he let go of your face , taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets.

“ see ya” He responded calmy before walking back out of the room, following back to his friends.

You stood in shock, confused by Rafes actions. You were for sure positive that he was going to kiss you but he didn’t.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled before shaking your head in confusion at Rafe’s actions. You sighed heavily before sweeping your broom across the floor again, trying to regain your compose.

Most of your day went on like normal. You finished work with your mom, your mind only focused on your brief conversation you had with Rafe earlier.

It sucked because you had feelings towards Rafe, and you couldn’t tell if you were overthinking his actions or if he actually was in to you as well.

You had come to a conclusion though- it was one of two options. He was either fucking with you, or he wanted to fuck you. And you were determined to find out by tonight.

“Here goes nothing” You sighed to yourself as you stood outside TannyHill, the outside lights lighting up the big white house. You quickly jumped over the concrete fence, your feet landing in the wet grass.

Your eyes roamed the balcony, trying to remember which area you had seen Rafe standing at before. You bit your bottom lip as you concentrated, only to see Rafe himself walk by one of the windows.

“gotcha” You spoke softly before crouching down some, doing a quick jog across the field in hopes no one would see you.

You quickly managed to climb your way up the house onto the balcony you had just recently seen Rafe at. This was one of the pro’s of being a Pogue. You guys were very athletic and could always find your way to anything no matter the obstacles. You stood catching your breath as your feet finally landed on the wooden floor, the area barely lit by the light from the windows.

“What the fuck am I doing?” You said to yourself as you stood in the dark outside of what looked to be Rafe’s bedroom. You ran your hands through your hair, turning back around to face the field.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you said to yourself again as you began pacing. This is Rafe we’re talking about. Of course this man is just fucking with you. He’s been nothing but a dick to you and your friends for years. why in God’s name would he want you now? You knew you weren’t’ ugly. You were in shape, had decent hair (Even though you probably smelt like sweat sometimes because of how much you spent outside with the gang) But for the most part you cleaned up well.

Plenty of guys wanted you- but you looked nothing like any of the rich girls Rafe hooked up with. Why would he ever want you? It was clear that he was only acting this way towards you so him and his friends could have a good laugh later.

You shook your head in disbelief that you even had the balls to climb this guys house and actually think you could even ask him if he was interested in you. You began to climb back over before you heard a door open. You froze instantly, hoping they wouldn’t see you in the dark but that was just wishful thinking.

“Y/n?” You heard someone say. You mumbled a ‘ fuck’ as you recognized the voice to be Rafe.

“Uhm” You replied awkwardly as you climbed down, turning towards him to face him.

“Care to explain?” He asked throwing his hand up in your direction.

“Uhh” You said awkwardly as you ran your hand through your hair before placing them down your side.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing climbing up my house at fucking 11 at night” he spat out. You flinched slightly at the harsh tone of his voice, your eyes roaming everywhere but his face , afraid to look at him in humiliation.

“okay so” you started, looking down at your feet. You stood for a second, wondering how you were going to explain yourself without sounding like ta total creep.

“Alight fuck it. “ you breathed out, looking up at Rafe. “You’ve been acting weird towards me, and being all like nice and flirty one minute and a complete ass the next and like – I just need clarification “ You exclaimed before you took in a deep breath, staring at Rafe as you waited for a response. You bit your bottom lip as he continued staring at you with a blank expression.

“Well?” You repeated, but he stayed quiet. You rolled your eyes, annoyed with the mind games he continued to play. “Rafe what is it? You like me or are you like fucking with me?” You spat out in frustration.

He finally changed his expression, this time a cocky smirk forming on his face. He reached out, grabbing one of your hands before walking backwards, leading you to follow him into his bedroom.

“uhh Rafe?” You questioned, confusion written all over your face as his eyes continued staring into yours.

“I’m not explaining myself” He finally spoke, his hair draped over his eyes as he looked down at you. You scrunched your face up as he reached behind you, closing the patio door. He chuckled slightly at your confusion before taking a step back away from you. “I’m just gonna show you” He exclaimed before pulling against your arm, leading you towards the bed before pushing against your shoulder, making you flop down. Your eyes widened as he walked over towards you, a smirk never leaving his face as his hand reached up, pushing away the stray hair in your face.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you for quite sometime” He stated, leaning forward. “I mean look at you,-“ his eyes looked down and then back up your body, landing back onto your eyes, “You’re hot as fuck” He responded. You didn’t have a clue on what to say, so you continued in the same spot , sitting on his bed propped up on your hands behind you.

“You know for a pogue,” He finished, chucking as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Why didn’t you say anything ?” You finally spoke, looking up at him through your lashes. His cocky smirk left his face, only to return shortly after.

“Had to make sure the feelings mutual.” He replied , standing back up straight.

“and Who said it was?” You asked , trying to build your confidence back up. Rafe’s smirk widened before he let out a chuckle, his finger pointed out towards the balcony you were just climbing a few minutes ago.

“You did” he replied . you lowered your head some without responding, knowing he wasn’t wrong. HE stared down at you for a few seconds before he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he stayed teasingly close.

“Hm” he hummed, not moving his face.

“Just fucking kiss me already” You demanded. Rafe happily obliged, his lips colliding with yours. Your hands immediately made their way to the back of his head, tugging on his hair.

“You wanna lay down for me ?” He asked after a few minutes of your tongues fighting for dominance. You didn’t respond other than nodding before you slowly laid yourself down, your eyes not leaving Rafe’s. Rafe grinned before unbuttoning your shorts, tugging on them. You lifted your hips up from the bed, helping him slide your shorts down as your teeth clamped down around your bottom lip. He stared at your hot pink panties, seeing the darkened area as you were already soaked.

“Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you” He indicated. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as attempted to lower your head in embarrassment even though he could see you. Your mouth flew open as Rafe leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your damp panties, applying friction against your clit. You moaned out, leaning your head back as he placed the palm of his hand against you, rubbing up and down at a slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, his voice low and deep. You bit your bottom lip before nodding your head. Rafe grinned before he tugged on your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“Spread your legs open baby” He demanded , his voice calming but deep and intimidating.

You grinned before slowly spreading them open, his eyes focused on your heated core the whole time.

You laid your back flat against his bed as he got down on his knees, pulling you by your hips down to the edge of the bed, your bottom hanging off directly across his face .

“Rafe” You moaned out as you felt his warm tongue glide along your slit, his tongue stopping against your clit before he enclosed his lips, sucking slightly. He wiggled his tongue back and forth as his inserted his two index fingers into you, curving upwards. You gripped your hands against his navy blue sheets, gasping loudly as his fingers hit against your g-spot, sending tingling feelings through your body.

Rafe took one of his hands and trailed it up your stomach under your crop top, his hand groping around breasts.

You continued moaning loudly as his finger tips swirled around your nipples while his other hand continued moving rapidly against you, his eyes looking up at you in admiration.

Rafe lifted himself up, his face close to yours as his fingers continued moving inside you.

Y/n” he called out softly causing you to open your eyed and look over at him.

He placed his lips against yours as he slowly grinded himself against your side, pushing his rock hard shaft against you.

“You wanna do this?” He breathed out as he looked down at you, the pace of his fingers slowing down. You nodded looking up at him, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“Yes Rafe” you practically whined out. Rafe moved himself to where he was hovering over you, his lips placed against your neck as he pulled his joggers down some, his member popping against his abs. You breathed out deeply as you watched him line himself up before slowly sliding himself in.

“ fuck” He groaned out as he felt your walls wrap tightly against him. Rafe was not only long, but he was thick all the way around, filling you more than anyone had ever done before. You placed your arms around his neck, holding him close as he began moving his hips against you.

The room was silent, only the sounds of your deep breathing and small groaning from Rafe as he continued rocking his hips in you at a steady pace, one hand placed above your head as the other gripped tightly under your thigh to hold your leg up.

“Rafe go harder” You pleaded. Rafe instead stopped his movements completely before rolling you over onto your stomach. He pulled slightly against your hips causing your bottom to stick up in the air as your face was pressed into the bed.

You gasped loudly as Rafe inserted himself into you again from behind, the new position giving him access to going deeper in you, which was exactly what he did. You felt his hand land on the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the bed as he began grinding his hips deep into you. He began slow at first but then began giving you exactly what you wanted , slamming himself into you over and over again.

At this point the pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t hold the moaning in as he continued rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing the room.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Rafe groaned out deeply in your ear, the feeling of your tight warm walls around him bringing him close to his own climax. He began placing sloppy kisses on your back, his pace speeding up. You arched your back feeling yourself clench around him as you orgasmed, your clit pulsing. You whined out, tugging on his sheets as Rafe continued to pound into you, riding out your high.

“Fuck y/n “ Rafe groaned out as he quickly pulled out, pumping himself off shooting his load on your back.

You both stayed in the same position for a few more minutes as you tried catching your breath before Rafe grabbed a napkin from his nightstand, wiping your back off.

You rolled over, laying on your back as Rafe put his bottoms back On before looking back over at you out of breath. You grinned as your eyes roamed his glistening body, his abs very prominent and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“ You should’ve definitely came to me sooner” you finally spoke out with a giggle. He sat down on the edge if the bed chuckling slightly.

“Yeah, that was nice. “ He responded. The room became silent, you both just sitting awkwardly while you laid on his bed still naked. After a moment of silence, you finally sat up, pulling his top sheet with you while getting up off the bed.

“Soo” You said awkwardly as you wrapped the sheet over your sweaty body.

“you can use the front door ” He responded looking up at you. You almost wanted to slap him at this point, realizing he was indicating for you to leave. You scoffed while rolling your eyes before turning away, picking your clothing up off the floor.

“What?” He asked as he continued sitting on the edge of the bed, noticing you aggressively picking your clothes up in anger.

“Nothing Rafe” you mumbled as you pulled your shorts back up up your legs, turning your back towards him.

“Hey” He responded standing up, grabbing your hand after you pulled your top over your head.

“What” You replied back, looking up at him with anger.

“I wasn’t saying you had to leave now I was just saying you didn’t have to climb down the house again” He exclaimed. You stood for a second before shaking your head.

“I should go anyways, it’s late” You replied before walking over towards your shoes, sliding them on over you feet. “but don’t worry I’ll take the balcony so no one sees me”. Rafe wanted to reply to your comment but instead he stayed quiet as he watched you make your way back to his balcony before stopping, leaving your hand on the doorknob.

“Uhm” You spoke , causing him to look up at you. “I’ll see you later?” You stated, more like questioned just for your own clarification. He grinned before nodding his head, walking towards you. He walked you out to the balcony, helping you over the edge before watching you climb down to the ground to make sure you made it down safely.

You did a light jog back towards the concrete wall before turning around, looking up at the balcony. You grinned when you saw him still standing there watching you. You gave him a wave before turning on your feet, climbing back over the fence and going home.

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helloooo can i request a fluff lof y/n taking care of their injuries after some long fight? with childe, xiao and diluc 😊 thank youuu

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GENSHIN IMPACT Character x gn reader fluff stories~♡♡

Scenario: Cleaning up their wounds

Characters: Childe/Tartaglia, Xiao, Diluc(seperate)

Pairings: Childe/Tartaglia x gn reader, Xiao x gn reader, Diluc x gn reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injuries, minor swearing

SFW----> Lots of fluff down below. Click at your own risk. ;)

Childe/Tartaglia:

● He's a skilled fighter, he wouldn't be a Harbinger if he wasn't, so very rarely would he come to you with a wound. When he does he's always embarrassed, but he'll come to you because you never pass judgment, instead your eyes are filled with worry and love.

● He loves how gentle you are when you tend to him. The way he looks at you when you clean him up and the way you smile at him, telling him how glad you are it wasn't anything serious. He knows how much you love him and it makes him fall even harder for you. Every. Single. Time.

A loud, rapid knock to your door startled you awake. Groggily you stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes wondering who it could be at this time of night. As you reach the door, you peer through the peep hole. Surprised, you open the door.

A Fatui agent stood there, bowing to you. Immediately you knew what was wrong before the man could have a chance to speak, "Where is he? How bad is it?" You asked, rushed, already putting your coat on over your sleeping garments.

"He's at the Northlander Bank. He would have come here himself, but this time it's. . .bad. He's lost a bit of blood," The agent spoke grimly. You felt the lump in your throat rise and you tried to swallow.

"Thank you. ." You manage to say to the man before rushing past him, grabbing the medical supplies in the process. You didn't stop running through the brightly lit streets of Liyue until you arrived at the bank.

Panting and gasping for air you pushed past the two Fatui agents who were guarding the doors. They already knew who you were so they didn't even try to stop you, otherwise you would have had their tounge.

You quickly made your way to his room where a few more agents were attending to him as he lay on his bed, clutching his side with blood soaked rags. Your nose was immediately met with the smell of iron, "Childe! Oh my Archons, what the hell happened?!" You rush to his side, pulling out your medical supplies.

You shooed the remaining agents out of the room so you could focus. "I had a run in with a peculiar traveler named Aether. He put up quite a fight. ." His breathing was heavy and staggered, fading in and out of consciousness.

"I need you to keep talking to me, my love," you say to him gently, trying to stay calm, "I'm going to cut off your shirt so I can better assess your wound, okay?" You swiftly take out your surgical scissors and cut away the crimson soaked fabric clinging to his upper torso.

You gasp, the wound was a large slash across the side of his abdomen. You stifle back tears before meekly saying, "You're going to be okay. I promise. You'll need several stitches, but I'm determined to keep you alive."

He lets out a small laugh before wincing in pain, "I'm lucky to have someone as kind and caring as you, Y/N" Childe weakly reaches over to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

You lean into his hand for a brief moment before replying, "Take this for the pain, and this to help stop the bleeding. Afterwards I'm going to need to disinfect the wound," You hand him two pills and he swallows them quickly, "It's going to hurt, love, so bare with me. ."

You open up a bottle of alcohol and offer your hand to him, "Squeeze my hand," You say to him as you start pouring the alcohol over his wound. He grits his teeth and lets out a pained groan as he squeezes your hand tightly. You work quickly from there, stitching his wound perfectly.

Once you're finished you clean up all the rags and place a clean damp one over his forehead. He's now asleep, getting the much deserved rest he needed. You place a gentle kiss upon his cheek, not leaving his side.

He'll live to see another day, thank the Archons.

Childe/Tartaglia x gn reader END

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Xiao:

● He also isn't one to get injured so quickly, though when he does you're always quickly by his side no matter how big or small. Even though he's not much for human interaction, he quite enjoys the attention he gets from you.

● He'll always thank you in his own way with odd gifts he made himself. You find it charming. By now you have quite the collection and they're all your most prized possessions.

Today you wanted to travel to Mondstat as you heard there was a festival going on and Xiao offered to accompany you, but only for protection he insisted. He thought human customs were a waste and didn't want to be bothered with them.

The journey to Mondstat would take half a day, and sometimes the roads could be treacherous, so you made sure to pack all of the necessities.

Snacks for the road? Check. Extra water? Check. A med kit? Of course. You triple checked everything and you were about to check it a fourth time when Xiao stopped you and said, "Y/N, you have everything we need. Trust me," He placed a firm, but gentle hand on your shoulder, "Now let's get going before it gets too late. The roads will get dangerous is we wait any longer."

You let out a small sigh and nod, "You're right. Sorry, you know I always gotta make sure everything's in order." You could have sworn you heard him huff and that made you smile. Xiao always had a cold exterior, but you knew a different side to him. He was gentle, kind, always looking out for you. You loved him so much for that. He'd never let anyone but you see this side of him.

Grabbing your sack you sling it over your shoulder and secure it as you both prepare to head out. Xiao was never one for small talk, but you still engaged him in conversation while you two walked. He secretly loved the sound of your voice so he kept you entertained just so he could keep hearing it.

After a few hours of walking both of you had arrived to Stone Gate, you decide it was time for a break. You stretch your arms upwards and arch your back before plopping down on top of a log you had found, patting the spot next to you for Xiao to sit next to you, but he shook his head and continued to stand on guard, "Oh come on, Xiao. We've been walking for hours. It's okay to rest for a bi-"

He quickly raised his hand to stop you from talking and put a finger to his lips before quietly saying, "I sense something evil coming our way," He readied his jade spear before continuing, "I need you to hide someplace safe."

"No way am I going to let you fight on your own!" You retort, getting your sword ready. Determination burned in your eyes as you glanced over to him.

He met your gaze and let out a small sigh, his golden eyes glimmering before giving you a nod, "Fine."

You started hearing rustling from all around you both when it finally clicked that it was an ambush. A charge of at least twenty Hilichurls and three large ones came at the both of you from all sides, "Tck. . Damn. There are more than I expected, " Xiao muttered angrily, knocking back three with his spear in one swift movement, killing them instantly.

You swiftly take out two more, rushing at a third one. You two made a hell of a team. You didn't have a vision, but you were very skilled with the sword and whatever you didn't have, Xiao made up for it creating the perfect synergy between the both of you.

"So much for a peaceful break!" You call out to him as you hacked away a few more, so far you've managed not to get hit. Xiao managed to take out the rest rather quickly.

You rush to his side, noticing a rather long cut across his right cheek, "Xiao, you've been hurt," you said, a frown forming on your lips. He reached up to touch it and he winced slightly.

"I must have been nicked by an arrow, " He muttered, "I'm just glad you're not hurt," He softly took your chin in his hand as he tilted your head gently, side to side.

You blush furiously, avoiding his beautiful gaze, "Let me at least tend to your cut. It's the least I can do" you say, rummaging through your sack taking out the med kit.

Xiao took a seat on the log you were previously sitting on as you kneel in front of him, gently tending his wound. He winces each time you dab it with the disinfectant, but he's grateful to you.

After placing the bandage on his cut, he gingerly takes your hand and places it back on his cheek, nuzzling into it, "Thank you, " He said in a hushed whisper before kissing your hand.

You smile at him and leaned upwards, giving a quick kiss to his bandaged cut, leaving him stunned. "That's to make it heal faster" you say giggling softly at his expression.

He still wasn't used to human customs, but this he could get used to.

Xiao x gn reader END

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Diluc:

● His work as the Dark Knight hero brings him home with several injuries a week, but you're quick to assist him and most of the time he's careful not to sustain anything too horrible. Though you never fail to scold him for being reckless and to take it easy once in a while.

● He always studies your features as you tend to him, falling in love with you all over again. You're so tender with your touch, careful not to cause him any further harm. He always pulls you into a tight embrace afterwards, grateful to be back in your arms after a long night.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you study the mildly battered Diluc. His bright fiery colored hair, falling in locks in front of his face as he plops down in a chair, leaning his head back. He had several small cuts from what you could tell with the amount of tears on his clothing, "You over did it again, didn't you?" You asked, hands on your hips.

"Mm, perhaps I may have, " Diluc replies back, slowly taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, preparing for you to clean out his cuts and scrapes.

You click your tongue in response to his answer, "You worry me so much, you know that, right?" But you're quick to blush as he slides off his shirt, his perfectly sculpted abs catching the dim light of the room, creating perfect shadows across his skin.

He smirks at you, "I'm aware, but I also love seeing how you care for me after a long night, Y/N," Diluc takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he gingerly kisses it, glancing up at you with his gentle crimson eyes.

You fidget shyly, meeting his gaze, "O-of course. I'll always support you, but it's okay to give your body a break once in a while too. ." You say, smiling softly wondering what you were gonna do with him.

Diluc lets go of your hand, letting you get to work on cleaning his several small cuts. You're careful not to further hurt him as you dab them clean, applying a bandage to each one, "All finished." You say, proud of your handiwork.

"Thank you, my dear," He says as he gets up, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your heart pounding in your chest. You lift your face up to meet his loving crimson gaze as he leans down to give you a soft, warm kiss upon your lips.

You may not like to see him hurt, but you live for these gentle moments.

Diluc x gn reader END

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