#Simon threatens a man because he scared you and I find that very attractive

[peachesofteal]

Light on - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Protective Simon. For the beautiful and talented @lethalchiralium

Simon’s phone is ringing. 

Price raises an eyebrow from the end of the table, pausing mid-sentence, confused. Simon’s phone never rings. It’s always on full volume, because he never gets phone calls, except for ones from the 141, and they’re all here. At this briefing.  

His fingers find the ringer, ready to silence what he’s sure is a nuisance call, some telemarketer or robot, when he reads your name across the screen. 

You’ve never called him before. Unease tightens across his chest, and without any explanation, he excuses himself from the room and the bewildered looks being cast his way. 

“Hey, you-“

“Simon?” You sound off. Like you’re trying to be calm, but there’s something lingering on the edge of your voice, something scared. His spine goes stiff. 

It’s enough to propel him into action, his fist thumping against the window of the brief room, jerking his head south. I’m leaving, the motion signifies. Emergency.

“What’s wrong?” 

“N-nothing. Just… there’s this guy that’s been like, half a block behind me since I got off the train.” He closes his eyes. The fucking train. He wants you to stop taking the train. He needs you to stop taking the train. 

“He followed you from the platform?” 

“Well, he could be walking this way too…” 

“Where are you?” His keys are already in his hand, and he’s running down the hallway, past bewildered administrative staff and everyone else, bursting through the back door and into the truck. His phone chimes with multiple text messages, Price, Johnny, Gaz. All wondering where the hell he ran off to. Only Johnny’s text scratches the surface: Is it your neighbor? He waits another second in silence, hoping you’re trying to get your bearings. “Sweetheart?” 

“I’m… I think we’re coming up on seventh and Warsail. ‘m not too sure. I’ve kind been walking in a roundabout way.” We’re coming up on seventh… we. 

The baby is with you. 

His foot slams the accelerator onto the floor, counting his breaths as he maneuvers each turn in the road. Do you have the stroller? Are you carrying her? Did this guy peg you as an easy target because he knows what Simon knows, that women are more likely to go along with instruction if their child is threatened? That you’d never leave Emmaline behind? That you’d do anything to protect her? 

He feels sick. 

“Are there other people around?” He’s calm on the phone, trying to visualize the street, the buildings, the alleys. Easy spots where cars could reach the highway in seconds, and then be gone. Cramped alleys that connect to others like tangled webs, able to swallow a human being easy, disappear them into the darkness. It makes his stomach turn over. His fingers tighten around the steering wheel so hard; it hurts.

“Yeah, it’s close to the end of the day, so-“ 

“Stay where others can see you. Are you sure you’re on seventh and Warsail?” 

“Yeah. We’re in that park. I-I… wanted to take Emma to see the ducks.” Your voice wavers. “Simon he’s still behind us.” He’s turning the corner now, a block from your cross streets, and instead of yielding for oncoming traffic like he should, he floors it through an intersection, abandoning the truck still on, half parked in an empty street spot.  “Stay where you are, sweetheart. Okay? I’m coming.” 

“You… wait, what? You’re what?” He doesn’t hang up, but keeps the phone against his ear, and takes off down the street in a sprint, fully subscribed to the worst-case scenarios that have been building in his mind, images of you and Emmaline bloody and bruised, or worse. He gets them confused for a moment, memories mixing with the present, two things swirling together until they become indistinguishable, noise and panic roaring too loudly in his head. 

It all comes screeching to a stop. 

He spots you in the park. You do have the stroller, and you’re by the little pond, headphones in, Emmaline in your arms, her little beanie pulled down over her ears. You’re glancing around, nervous, saying his name into the mic. He scans the rest of the faces, passing over anyone who doesn’t strike him as a creepy git, until he finds his target: a skinny, younger guy lurking on the edge of the fence line, watching you. He hangs up the phone and moves across the park involuntarily, rolling his shoulders, and he vaguely sees you from the corner of his eye, mouth dropped open in shock, faintly calling his name. 

“Hey, mate. C’mere.” He shouts, half the people in the vicinity startling in his direction. Everyone seems to move away, like a magnetic force, pulsing outwards as he overtakes the guy with an easy grab to his upper arm. “You like stalking women with babies?” He hisses in his ear, voice low with barely contained rage. The guy is younger than him, but rail thin, and coked out. Probably looking for money. Simon jerks him closer, and he actually yells for help, like he’s a victim. It’s enough to ground the situation, making Simon realize he has an audience, and he grits out a final warning before shoving him away. “I ever see you around my girls again… I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Piss off.” 

“What did he say?” You’re frantic, rubbing Emmaline’s back in a circular pattern, over and over like you’re trying to calm her, even though she’s perfectly content. It’s you who needs soothing, he realizes, and he takes your hand without questioning it, letting his instincts guide him in regard to you without overthinking it. 

“He was high, love. Looking for money.” He doesn’t want to scare you but… he doesn’t despise the idea of instilling some hypervigilance. Maybe this will convince you not to take the train. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Think I scared him off for good though.” He looks around, and then slips off his mask, wide thumb stroking a soft touch on Emma’s cheek before giving you a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright now.” You visibly relax, but don’t let go of his hand, tilting your face up to his, all bright and beautiful, still coming down from the adrenaline of your fear with a whisper on your lips, meant for only him to hear. 

“Our hero.”

#peaches writes #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #this might be my favorite? #Simon threatens a man because he scared you and I find that very attractive #light on

[ghouljams]

Hmmm this has been rattling in my head for a little bit. Irl I’m very particular about who can call me what version of my name or nick name, so could we maybe get some feral Ghost and/or König who lose their shit when some other person refers to their darling as Love or Liebling? Cause essentially I feel like both of them have used those new names so much that they’re pretty much ingrained into their Darlings and have the potential for magic even by non magical folk? Akin to True Name vibes? I’m not sure. Here’s my idea, go wild!!

OOOOH I have been wanting to talk about their nicknames for a while, yes yes yes. I will do some fic(one for both Darling's names) and some authors notes under a read more because I have MANY thoughts.

You don't think you've ever seen König this mad. He is dripping with it, seething under his hood in a way you think you could see even if he wasn't holding a man by his neck.

König's fingers dig into the expose brick of the shop, fastening the man where he's held, threatening to give his neck the same treatment. Everything about him is unnaturally angled and sharp, positively vibrating malice. You've never been scared of him before --not properly at least-- but you're starting to think maybe you should be. The fae man he's caught certainly looks scared.

"Das ist nichts für dich, du sprichst diesen Namen nicht," You don't think König is speaking to him, he's talking to the shop. He says it loud enough for the rest of the patrons, magical and otherwise, to hear. It's strange, you don't recognize his voice. You know it's König, you can see him, but his voice is commanding, speaking word to law in a way that seems to write it in the very air you're breathing.

You didn't think it was so offensive when the guy called you Liebling, König calls you that all the time. It's as close to a name as any of the fae in your store have heard for you, of course they'd use it to try and be polite. Although, now that you think about it, this is the first time one of them has tried it.

The fae pinned to your wall is starting to look more insectoid than human. Eyes bulging and fingers long and awkwardly jointed as it claws at König's grip.

"You can't kill anyone in the store," You say, because you don't know what else to say. When König's turns his furious gaze on you, you know why. He is an unstoppable force of nature, and you are an ant he's taken a liking to.

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"Did you hear me, Love?" You shudder, feeling your bones click together unpleasantly. You like the shop woman well enough, but that is really annoying.

"Find something else to call me." You tell her over your tea, unsure how to vocalize the wrongness that hearing her call you that inspires. She tips her head one way then another.

"But that's what Si-" You can feel yourself grit your teeth against the growl that wells in your throat. You cut her off quickly before your teeth start itching too badly and you end up biting someone.

"You don't get to call him that," She flinches back away from your tone, you can feel her overgrown pet staring at you. You recenter yourself, feeling the pleasant warmth of Simon's tethers as you calm your bite response. "Ghost," You tell her, "you call him Ghost."

"Names, right." She sighs, dragging a hand down her face, "We really need to write a guide or something."

"How to attract the obsession of your ideal man so he can never leave you." You agree, sipping your tea. You're thoroughly satisfied that you've avoided whatever crisis your bones were shuddering against.

"Babe, there is something deeply wrong with you."

Alright Author notes: Whew, I have so much to say on Names and the Darling's names. I will try to not be too rambly but also I doubt anyone is actually going to read this note lol

Love and Ghost's story is about change: as Ghost becomes more human for Love, she becomes more fae for him. I think Love absolutely becomes a part of her "true" name, and she becomes very protective of it. That's a name that Ghost has given her so she's protective of that aspect for sure, but it also becomes her. Also in a very meta-textual narrative sense she is Love. She's the embodiment of the actual emotion for Ghost. In the context of the story she's very much made for him, the universe's way of balancing him out as he's lost his connection to humanity. She's also sort of our portal into the fae au, if that makes sense, so she's the embodiment of love in that sense as well.

Love and Ghost are two people that sort of don't have a choice in loving each other. They're truly soulmates. Even with all the brain-be-gone and magical fuckery that Ghost puts Love through, she is very willing and very much finding her own ways to trap him. They're two deeply broken people that are making their way towards being whole together. Although I feel like I haven't done a good job of showing that just due to the nature of the moments in their relationship I've been showing.

This is also like, I don't want to say a spoiler but sort of, Ghost has not always been a Fae! I think his mother was fae, or had the blood at least, but Ghost was stolen and "created" in the fae wild from a semi-human child. I think this is the major debt Price holds on him: rescuing him from whatever held him in the fae wild long enough to create what Ghost became. This is also why Ghost has never created tethers, and why he's sort of overdoing it with Love. She's his first(and last) love.

Anyway on to Liebling and König: Liebling's nickname is König's Name for her. It is his. It's a part of him and his tether to her. Unlike Love, Liebling doesn't really recognize his pet name as her name so it doesn't have the same true name power over her. It does however have that sort of power for König. If he says that name and tugs on a tether it does the same thing as Love speaking Simon's full name. BUT this also means König is VERY protective of the name. It's like someone else calling her their wife, no, that's his wife.

It helps that this is the only name König has for her, and it does have an effect on her. I think Liebling very quickly really likes the pet names. They make her feel held, they make the tethers happy, they're her connection to König, and as much as she complains about the horrible nuisance he is she really does grow to love him so much. I actually think the first and last time that they say/learn each others true names are when they get fae married. But they don't really need them, they have names for each other and those feel more true than any other could.

#fae!ghost #fae!konig #fae au #Liebling and König are so cute together because they're building things together #Love and Ghost are like seeing the absolute worst of someone on the first date and deciding you're going to marry them #like Ghost did stalk her to try and make himself her perfect man #but Love got used to the brain-be-gone magic really fast and was flattered he was putting this much effort into her #anyway those are my name thoughts i hope you like them #hey also y'all are so thirsty for price and soap I see u in my ask box #bark for me

[vickyvicarious]

Ace Attorney Daemons - Prosecutors

Animal species and reasoning behind each choice under the cut, as well as links to other groups of characters!

Miles Edgeworth - Great Pyrenees. I originally started looking at big white dogs because I wanted to see if something similar to Pess would be suitable, and I think I found one. This breed is big and fluffy, which frankly I think would be needed for Miles growing up with the von Karmas. But honestly, his daemon is intelligent and powerful. Generally calm, but capable of leaping into swift action. However, it is at the same time at heart a protector (of livestock, traditionally) more than a predator. I think his daemon settling in this form when he is a teen would be a great way to illustrate his true nature, underneath all the Demon Prosecutor stuff (I expect he and she would be at odds for a while). Additional details I like are that these guys do tend to be more reserved with strangers and can be somewhat stubborn, and also they do shed a fair bit. I just enjoy the image of Miles having to constantly brush his gigantic floofball of a daemon and lintroller all her fur off his suits. A final thing, which I didn’t really intentionally plan, is that all prosecutors have bird daemons except Godot, who used to be a defense attorney, and Miles. So he stands out a little bit there, which I think works well too - he would be all the more determined to prove himself as Bratworth once his daemon settled in a form atypical for the profession.

Franziska von Karma - Harpy eagle. I put Manfred in the villains list since there’s no space for more prosecutors here, but it just seemed fitting to me that von Karmas typically settle as eagles. They are sharp-eyed predators, generally solitary, and look incredibly fierce, just in general. As for the harpy eagle in particular - they are huge, first of all; their claws are the same length as brown bears’. They are among the largest eagles in the world, and sometimes considered the most powerful. This seems only right for Franziska. They mostly eat monkeys, but can go after pretty much anything as they are at the top of their food chain. They can fly nearly straight up and turn their head upside down, and wait nearly a full day to snatch their prey. Franziska too is maneuverable and ridiculously determined. The head-feathers you can see slightly lifted in the photo are pretty cool, too; they rise up into a distinctive crest when the eagle feels threatened, and it actually looks a bit derpy. Which reminds me somehow of Franziska’s scornful “fool” name-calling and how it can often get to the level of absurdity. They are monogamous and fiercely protective parents, which I think can be a nice match to how Franziska really isn’t so heartless after all. And another detail that fits really nicely with her initial rivalry for Miles is that harpy eagles usually lay two eggs, but typically only the first-hatched survives. The other is ignored or even killed by its older sibling.

Klavier Gavin - Superb lyrebird. Female lyrebirds don’t look nearly as impressive as the males, and they don’t do the dramatic dances either. But they are still incredible vocalists, able to imitate sounds from at least 19 other species. And their songs tend to be mostly used during foraging and defending their nest, as opposed to attracting a mate. Obviously Klavier needs a songbird for his daemon, but I think the female lyrebird specifically is great because of those details. Her less exciting (though still pretty) plumage might not match his outer image, but he is one of the best prosecutors of the series, dedicated to the truth from the very beginning. He’s a lot more serious than he might come across, and his daemon reflects that. The typical songs match up with that too; he loves music and his daemon does too, but it’s not what either of them care about most, and the subject of typical female lyrebird songs show that well. Similarly, though a bird like most prosecutors, his daemon is not a bird of prey. He’s never really been in it for ‘the hunt’, after all. One last reason I like the lyrebird for him is that, contrary to most daemons being quite around people they don’t know well, I suspect his daemon would be fairly vocal and probably sing with him in his band.

Simon Blackquill - Japanese mountain hawk-eagle. Before you ask, yes. Yes I did choose his daemon from birds who look most like Taka. I mean, of course. The wiki listed three, and I looked them all up and thought the mountain hawk-eagle appeared closest. As a bonus, it has a Japanese subspecies, which is fitting for samurai man here. They tend to be quiet most of the time, though they have a distinctive cry. This seems fitting for Simon, as he is generally not super talkative. They hunt their prey from a perch, going after small mammals on the ground or other birds, so the perching on his shoulder all the time doesn’t have to change either. Another fitting detail is that females are extremely defensive of their nests and young, apparently willing to fight to death to protect them instead of getting scared away. They also watch and feed their young for a while after they could be self-sufficient. This fits so well with Simon’s willingness to be put to death to protect Athena, obviously.

Godot/Diego Armando - Asian palm civet. I took a slightly different approach for his daemon, and just googled animals that eat coffee. But I’ll get to that in a minute. First, they are nocturnal, solitary, and can just be hard to locate. This fits well with Godot’s whole ambiguous/mysterious thing he’s got going. They’re good climbers and quite nimble/speedy but still vulnerable to predators. Fitting, I think, since he was caught both as Diego and Godot. He tends to be clever to a point but then make a fatal mistake. They also are pretty adaptable, getting used to urban life quickly, which can relate to him adjusting easily to becoming a prosecutor. However, I would be lying if I said the main reason I like this daemon for him wasn’t because they eat coffee. More than just that, the coffee cherries (of which they are said to select only the best) get fermented in their guts, and when they’ve been pooped out, are used to make a very expensive coffee called “kopi luwak.” Now, granted, when I looked this up it seems that the result doesn’t taste especially good and is pretty much just famous as a novelty thing, but I think Godot’s daemon would enjoy coffee just as much as him, and I find the fact that he could, um, prepare his own if he wanted, hilarious.

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Detectives, Feys, Misc. Lawyers, Villains, Witnesses, Wright Anything Agency

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #godot #daemons #aa daemons

[readerficsbyhyaku]

Intoxicated (Apollo Justice x Reader)

summary

You celebrate your tenth won trial with Apollo, and nobody else shows up to the party. The cheap booze lowers your inhibitions and you make bold claims that seem to spur things into action.

author’s note

Hello ! Haven't written in a long time, sorry if there are a lot of repetitions, poor vocabulary or OOC-ness. Any advice is welcome ;w; I wanted to write about a character that seems pure but can actually be lewd c:

You had joined the Wright Anything Agency a few months ago, as a rookie attorney. As you were more preoccupied by finding out the truth rather than blindly winning trials, it was an obvious choice, and they accepted you ! It had been a bit weird at first, as you were almost fangirling over everybody – they were kinda famous after all. Phoenix Wright was, as always, just slightly unprepared enough to yield awkward situations in court, but he also had the guts to guide him when needed – that and his Psyche Locks. Apollo was a very straightforward, bright and rigorous member of the team, yet hiding some insecurities and doubts under his booming “I’m fine !”. Athena quickly became your best friend, her energetic personality and open mind making her a partner of choice for investigations, trials and gossip talk. Trucy wasn’t there all the time, but she was sweet and kind, even though she knew way too well how to wrap Phoenix around her finger. Daughters are scary.

Your first trial was uneventful, as you were against one of the Payne brothers. You wondered how these guys managed to still have a job in court when they lost every single one of their trials. Or maybe it really was a different brother each time, and their family tree was a nightmare. The next prosecutor brought you back to the hard reality though, as it was Simon Blackquill. The guy looked almost loony if it wasn’t for his sharp mind and observations.

Truth is, being harassed by a bird while being almost physically threatened didn’t bring out the best lawyer out of you, but you had guts. You felt when things didn’t sit right, and when people tried to hide something. If you didn’t, what were you doing as an attorney in the first place ? Call it instincts or something else, but you could physically feel something off, with the hair on the back of your neck standing up, or your gut sinking, or feeling like somebody threw a bucket of cold water on you. It’s not like you could outright point out lies, but when somebody was covering something by overdetailing, overjustificating… you felt it. The worst was when the sensation was like being out of your own body. Those times were rare, but it happened, and you were glad there was somebody next to you in the courtroom. The first time it occurred, Athena slapped you back to reality and it was very painful. You did not recommend.

Your guts worked well with the Mood Matrix, as it helped you pinpoint exactly what was wrong with the testimony, but it worked about the same with Apollo’s bracelet. You hadn’t had the opportunity to defend with Phoenix, but you doubted you’d be of any help. He was the mentor after all, and had more than enough guts for everybody in the office. His power was less timing sensitive than the others’, so your intuition wouldn’t help pry some answers out. And to be fair, you were a bit scared of messing up with him. You were still a rookie, and he had won over a lot of different prosecutors, renowned ones too. He had the experience, hell, he even had a daughter !

That being said, your first months there went by without any hitch, except the usual ones – police not giving you clues, a detective preventing you from looking at crime scenes, people lying… Since Wright was so busy, you often paired with either Apollo or Athena, and your bonds grew stronger with both of them. Athena was your bestie, you could talk about anything with her and her enthusiasm helped a lot during investigations. Apollo was great too, he was focused, determined, and really fun to tease. To be fair, you had the slightest crush on him, he made you laugh and you knew you could trust him, there was no mischief in him. Maybe more than a slight crush, since you also found him insanely attractive in his red pants and waistcoat. You had a thing for waistcoats, and the way it hugged his form revealed his square shoulders and overall manliness, even though he was short. Okay, maybe you had thought about ridding him of the waistcoat or about his large hands roaming on your body, but it never exceeded that, thoughts. There was a pureness about him that prevented you from any advance or flirting you might’ve wanted to initiate, plus it’s kinda hard to flirt when on murder cases. Though that didn’t prevent certain witnesses to openly do it with the prosecution…

You had just won your tenth trial, a pretty hard one to be honest, with Apollo’s help. Everything you had thought about the truth had been turned upside-down and shaken around in about three days’ time. Even if it wasn’t how you expected it, your client was not guilty and the true culprit was arrested.

You and Apollo decided on a small party to celebrate the hard to crack case, bringing snacks and booze at the office after hours. Sadly enough, Athena was busy on a case with Phoenix and they were investigating out of town, and Trucy practiced her magic show. So the both of you binged on the snacks all evening and got wasted on cheap beers and homemade cocktails. The conversation was cheerful at first, talking about how well you performed during the trials and generally throwing flowers at each other, then, as the words became slurred, you just complained about how no one was there to celebrate with you. It was nearing midnight when you shifted from your sitting position on the couch, feeling dizzy, head buzzing from the intoxication. Apollo was in no better state than you were, arms thrown back on the couch and head tilted towards the ceiling. In the spur of the moment, you decided to rest your head on the man’s thighs, and drunk you found them to be very comfortable. As he looked down to see what you were doing, you looked up and your gaze got caught in his hazelnut eyes.

“Your eyes are beautiful” you blurted out without even thinking about it, the drinks you had removing a few of your social filters.

The room had been pretty silent before you even decided to talk, so you thought nothing of the calm that followed your bold statement. Still feeling dizzy, you closed your eyes in an attempt to sober up a bit. You didn’t think – maybe you didn’t think at all – that you could walk all the way to your apartment in that state. A shadow danced over your eyelids, you felt warm air somewhere on your face, you weren’t really sure where, and felt something hot and soft pressing on your lips. Your eyes flashed open, and you managed to muster enough brainpower to comprehend the situation. Apollo was kissing you. Somewhere in the back of your drunk brain, a voice squealed about how you liked him, but you never thought he would like you back or something like that. It faded in the distance as Apollo moved slightly and you tasted a bit of bourbon, mixed in with sweetness and softness. You felt him rise again, and sucked lightly on his bottom lip, making you part with an audible pop.

When you opened your eyes again, he was staring at you, a soft pink hue on his cheeks, though you couldn’t tell if it was because of the booze or the kiss you just shared. You sat back up again, staring at him as you didn’t really make sense of what was happening. He had kissed you, but your drunken mind thought that something was off. Did you have to say something ? You didn’t know, but you knew you wanted to kiss him again. Your brain was completely taken over by the pleasure you had felt moments ago, and only wanted you to reiterate it.

“Apollo” you slurred while rising to your feet, taking a tentative step to get closer to him, but you didn’t expect to land on one of the discarded bottles, making you lose your already faltering balance. In a haze, you felt you were going backwards until your fall was abruptly stopped by… Apollo ?

He had rose to his feet and caught you in a tight embrace, preventing you from collapsing on the ground. You stared at his face and he seemed sober enough, at least he had control over his body. But his eyes were lidded and his stare heavy, as if he was intoxicated by something entirely different.

“Apollo ?”

You then realized that your faces were only a very few centimeters apart, and as your gaze lowered to his lips, he closed the gap and pressed his lips against yours again. Your brain screamed in pleasure at the sensation, his mouth hot and your lips melting onto his, his embrace surrounding you and you couldn’t get enough of him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, trying to regain a semblance of balance and you felt him nudge you gently backwards. It took a few steps interrupted by scalding kisses until you felt like he wasn’t supporting all of your weight with his arms around your waist. Thinking about his potential strength made your gut flip and flop, flashing images of what he could do with his strong arms appearing in front of your eyes. You had to break the kiss to catch your breath, cheeks red, disheveled and panting a bit. It felt so good, why did it feel so good ? You took a look at Apollo and he was also blushing, his eyes lost gazing at you, his lips slightly parted. His perfectly combed hair was tousled and strands fell around his face; and you thought he was so sexy.

“Apollo…”

Almost on cue, you felt his hands slip under your untucked dress shirt and slowly rise to your waist, maybe a little higher, near your ribs. The shirt rode up and exposed some skin to the cooler air of the room, a sharp contrast to Apollo’s very warm hands. You shuddered, but it wasn’t from the cold, as your breath hitched in your throat when you felt a rough thumb rubbing small circles on your ribcage. It had always been one of your sweet spots for some reason, and he had pinpointed it first try. You cupped his face with your hands and brought him back to your lips, like a thirsty man being handed a cup of fresh water. Your lips collided with his and the embrace felt even more fiery than before, one of his hands moving to your back to press him even more into you, one of his knees parting your thighs and making you sigh in surprise. Your bodies were glued together and you couldn’t get enough of being pressed against the hard planes of his torso, his heat radiating through your clothes and lighting your body ablaze. You melted into his embrace, into his soft lips that nibbled and sucked at you tentatively, an inherent passion and gentleness in every move.

It was intoxicating… If you weren’t dizzy enough because of the drinks, you were now definitely high on Apollo’s lascivious kisses. It was unbelievable how you thought him to be so pure and childish, as he revealed the lewder, hungrier part of himself, claiming you as his own and engulfing you in his scorching hold.

You didn’t mind.

#apollo justice #apollo #x reader #ace attorney #intoxicated #dual destinies #reader #fanfiction #self insert #kissing #booze #athena cykes #one shot #romance

[paigehawkes-blog]

As Good As It Gets

This movie is about a man named Melvin Udall and he is a very cranky, rude, and opinionated writer who spends most of his time in his apartment in New York. Melvin has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Melvin is rude to everyone he meets and he especially hates his gay neighbor and his little dog. One day his neighbor gets seriously injured and hospitalized so Melvin is told to take care of the dog since he is home most of the time. While caring for the dog he learns to like the dog. Melvin only goes out to one restaurant and eats at the same table with the same waitress every time. That waitress has a son who is sick and one day she could not attend work anymore to care for her son. Since he cannot serve him he decides to find the best doctor for her son to get him well so she can come back to waitressing. He goes on a trip with her and Simon to Baltimore and goes on a date with Carol there. During the date he states that he has begun taking medication in order to become a better man. When they come back to New York, he lets Simon move into his apartment and begins dating Carol. The end of the movie shows that he can change as a person.

Authentic

The movie gives Melvin the label of “Obsessive Compulsive Disorder”. Obsessive Compulsive disorder is a mental disorder that consists of obsessions, compulsions, or both. Symptoms of obsessions include two categories. The first one is recurrent and persistent thoughts, urges, and pictures that cause anxiety or distress. The second one is the individual attempts to ignore, neutralize, or suppress these thoughts, urges, and images with a thought or action. This is when they would perform the compulsion or ritual. Compulsions are defined in two categories. The first category is repetitive behaviors such as hand washing, ordering, or mental acts that the individual feels they have to perform the task in response to the obsession or following rules that must be applied rigidly. The second category for compulsions that these behaviors are aimed to reduce distress or to prevent a dreaded situation. However they are not connected in any realistic way with what they are designed to neutralize or prevent or they are clearly excessive.

In the movie Melvin shows both symptoms of obsessions and compulsions. The movie shows the way Melvin behaves and lives his life so the viewers are able to see his actions from the outside. Melvin shows signs of obsessions when he wore gloves any time he was not inside his house. He would also put on a new pair every time because he would throw them away after use because they were contaminated. He also used his own silverware to eat at a restaurant because he thought the restaurant's silverware had germs and would make him ill.  Melvin also refused to wear the suit that the restaurant provided because of the obsessive thought of germs being on the coat. Another sign of obsessions that Melvin showed was when he would go to wash his hands he would open a new bar of soap to scrub his hands with it one time, throw it away, and then grab a new bar of soap to scrub again.

Some people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder may only experience the obsessions but Melvin shows signs of compulsions as well. He shows signs of compulsions when he shows his morning routine where he starts by putting on his slippers by the bed and doing a little toe tap dance by the slippers before putting them on. He then goes to the bathroom where he has to touch the light switch a set number of times, turn the doorknob a set number of times, and twist a lock a set number of times all while he counts them out loud. Another compulsion that he shows is not stepping on cracks. He refuses to step into a grocery store because the ground was a lot of little pieces of tile where he could not avoid stepping on the cracks. He also had a hard time walking to his mental help professionals office because the sidewalk on the way there was full of cracks and he felt the need to jump around the sidewalk in order to not step on any cracks to get there.  Compulsions like these could negatively affect an individual because he is basically refusing to go into a store to provide food for himself. This can also cause him to refuse to receive help if getting to the office is too difficult. This is when a disorder begins to negatively impact an individual's life.

It is good that the movie states the disorder that Melvin has and I think that the movie does a good job at portraying individuals with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I strongly agree with the statement that As Good as It Gets provides an authentic portrayal of people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Attractive

The main criteria that I will use to rate Melvin's attractiveness will focus on his personality traits. I think that it would be good to focus on Melvin's career success and the way he presents himself when making this rating. I also think it would be good to consider how he treats his neighbors and Carrol.  Melvin is known for being a grumpy man who says witty and rude comments almost every time he talks to someone. He says comments to Carrol such as “Were all going to die and it looks like your son will soon too”. This comment portrays him as being cynical and harsh. He also said offensive comments about homosexuals to his gay neighbor through the film. These instances He even says an extremely rude comment to one of his female fans about how he thinks women are unreasonable and unaccountable. This comment portrays him as being harsh and unkind. Even though Melvin says all of these unkind comments he is a very successful romance novel writer. Even though he is able to portray love and romance in the novels he writes he struggles to apply romance into situations with Carrol. Instead he says rude comments.

This film portrays Melvin having a successful career in writing novels who lives in a nicer part of New York and is someone who dresses nice and presentable most of the time. However his personality of being rude to others and having relationships struggle because of it causes the ratings to counterbalance each other. For these reasons I neither agree or disagree with the statement that As Good as It Gets portrays an attractive portrayal of people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Friendly

The Criteria I will use will focus on how Melvin’s love interest and serve Carrol and his neighbors. Carrol works as a server at the local restaurant that he eats from every day. He insists that she is the only one that can serve him. Melvin does make some rude comments to her and when he does she threatens to not serve him or kick him out of the restaurant and never allow him back in again. She is an influential character to Melvin because she is one person who corrects his behavior by standing up against him and being tough against him. When they go to dinner on a date he does not compliment her or say a single nice thing to her for quite a while. She begins to become upset and requests him to say something nice even though it was out of his comfort zone. Then he realizes that you should say nice things to your friends and neighbors because they care about you. Carrol shows him support by attempting to stop some of his negative personality traits. When Carrol is his server she is also understanding that he is a very particular man who needs things a certain way but she tries to get him out of his comfort zone from time to time.

Melvin's neighbors know that he is a very grumpy man and Melvin is very rude to them as well. Even though Melvin is rude to them they still talk to him. They also try to make him stop being so rude to them as well. This is very similar to Carrol’s relationship with him. They try to be nice to him by telling him to stop being so rude and that they do not scare him. Instead of running away from him they continue to have a relationship with him. However, people that know him are consistent with him but people in the community clap and cheer when he gets kicked out of the restaurant. They also trust him with tasks such as watching the dog who he once hated because they knew they could trust him. I think that showing him that they trust him with the dog showed him that they care for him and know that he isn't actually as terrible as he tries to portray himself. They also show him trust by asking him to help take his neighbor Simon to a different city and this is when Carol goes with him to provide support. I agree with the statement that As Good as It Gets portrayed a friendly portrayal of people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Hopeful

The main criteria that I will use is how Melvin's symptoms of OCD improve and he admits that he needed help and went to receive help. In the beginning of the movie Melvin is someone in the community that is extremely particular, rude, and inconsiderate to others. At the end of the movie he changes into a man who is compassionate towards Carrol. He also learns that it is good to say nice things to others. He also tells her how much he adores her and notices all of the good in her. His symptoms of obsessions such as not standing on cracks begin to diminish. This is shown when he sees Carrol and steps on a crack and does not seem to notice. This is an important sign of improvement in obsessive symptoms that he shows in the film. During his first date with Carol Melvin shares with her that he has started seeing a mental health professional and is now taking medication in order to improve himself for her. When Melvin does this he is admitting that he needed help and treatment. He needed a type of treatment that would work with him in order to help him achieve goals in life.

It took a long time for Melvin to improve and he only decided to change towards the very end of the movie. I think that this is an accurate example of how it takes some time for people to change and improve on their lives. It shows viewers that changing and improving yourself takes a lot of time and help from others. I strongly agree with the statement that As Good As it Gets provides a hopeful portrayal of people with bipolar disorder.

Helpful

This movie only has a quick interaction of Melvin and a mental health professional. The scene consists of Melvin telling his therapist that he shouldn’t diagnose him with OCD and then send him off into the world. Melvin asks if he can receive help from him and his therapist asks him to schedule an appointment like the rest of his patients do. During this quick interaction his Doctor gives some nonverbal queues. He just stares blankly at Melvin and even looks a bit annoyed with him. The impression he gives is that he might have seen this type of behavior before from Melvin. He does not react in a high intensity reaction like Melvin was in this situation. Instead he just sits calmly and waits for Melvin to finish talking and repeats the rules. Then Melvin storms off. He yells to the people in the waiting room “What if this is as good as it gets”, which is the title of the movie. In my opinion this movie does not provide the audience with an adequate amount of mental health professional and patient interaction. For this reason I neither agree or disagree with the statement that As Good as It Gets provides a helpful portrayal of people with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

References

DSM-IV to DSM-5 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Comparison (2016, June) Retreived from https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK519704/table/ch3.t13/

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Sick Doms is SUCH an underused trope!!!

I was asked to write a companion peice to an incredible rare gem I found on AO3. The original is here. Sick Negan you guys! Here’s my response on AO3 too: Rick takes care of sick!Negan

But here it is on here. Also SERIOUSLY send me asks for scenes! I whipped this out in a couple of hours like seriously give me some happiness and ask me to write you a sickfic???

TW: Emetophilia, Vomit, Graphic Depiction Of Illness, Reference to Violence, dipping into true moments of darkness

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Ever fall in love with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with? —Buzzcocks

“Well, will you look at that! Rick motherfucking Grimes!”, Negan crowed. He’d started the day feeling alright, managed to keep some shit down and all but the drive over had not helped. End of the fucking world, not a damn soul on the road and the idiots working for him still managed to be bad drivers.

Rick, as always, stood ready and at the gates, glare in place before Negan even got out of the truck. He had to be practicing ahead of time because goddamnit Negan just could not get that motherfucker to crack a smile. He could threaten him, yeah, but where was the fun in that. No, Rick Grimes would smile at him in his own due time. He always let the really good ones break themselves. A man like Rick was worth a nice, long chase.

“Open the gates Eye Candy! I wanna get a good look at my favorite settlement.”, he barked. Negan took a moment to leer at Token Latina as they rolled them back. Damn. How the hell did that bitch always have on tinier little fucking shorts every time he saw her?! Not that he minded. Girl had some great legs on her. Looks like he knew where to find Arat when he needed her.

He tried not to need her. Arat was probably his favorite lady next to Lucille herself. And Rick’s people were one good looking bunch. If he was here to flirt with Rick, which everyone knew he was, his High Command could flirt with whoever they wanted too. Only seemed fair. Only rules were to keep your eyes off Rick and no hands on stuff unless it was consensual. Arat had been after that Hispanic girl since she laid eyes on her and Negan wished her all the best.

“I live here. Who else were you expecting?”, grunted the fairest of them all. Pretty as a princess with the manners of a stable boy. Oh fuck, was Rick Grimes ever Negan’s type!

“Well you weren’t last time. Which was very rude, by the way. I even cooked. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to hurt my feelings.”, Negan drawled, throwing an arm around Rick’s shoulder. He’d managed to kiss him on the cheek before but didn’t want to play his hand too early in the game so he settled for a quick squeeze. “But hell, you know I can’t stay mad at you. Even left a present.”

Rick just grunted an affirmation and tried to pull away.

Negan just held him tighter. He dropped his volume to almost a whisper, “Did you like it, Rick? That rich kid’s corpse? Made it just for you.”

Rick’s face went pale and he nearly stumbled. Negan positively howled with laughter. Yeah, he’d be just fine. So what if everything in his inside seemed like it’d rather be on the outside? He couldn’t just lay around puking his fucking guts out forever. He had shit to do and people to scare. He’d had enough of feeling miserable. So Rick. So far it’d been a perfect plan. Wasn’t doing much for his stomach but Negan hadn’t been in this good of a mood in days. That had to count for something. He was sure Simon and Eugene would think so anyways.

“In the future if you ever feel like giving me something I’d prefer it not be body parts.”, Rick hissed. So picky. But Negan didn’t like shrinking violets. No problem with someone knowing their worth if they were worth something though. And Rick here was worth every single life Negan chose to end for him.

Negan gave him a truly lewd grin in return. “Now you know that’s not a promise I’d be willing to make. I’m sorry Rick but your price is too high. I’ve been trying to give you some of mine since I saw you after all.”, he sneered, pulling Rick closer. It fit with the attitude he was throwing but the truth was he just wanted Rick near. It was a funny thing. Everyone was dressed like it was hot as dicks out and Negan just couldn’t get warm enough.

Lucky it didn’t seem like Rick had noticed anything but Negan’s hand having slipped down to his hip. “Let me go ahead and save you some time. No.”, he growled, trying to squirm away. Negan struggled to keep him. He wouldn’t have managed it unless Simon, who Negan somehow hadn’t even noticed trailing them, cocked his gun. Rick settled the fuck down pretty quick.

Negan shot Simon a weak glare over his shoulder. He couldn’t find it in him to do much more when instead of looking amused his second in command just seemed concerned. It wasn’t like Negan was against Simon playing wing man or anything. Just kinda put a dent in his whole not threatening Rick agenda. What kind of gentleman wins a lady or fine ass man over with force?

”Oh, Rick you little fucking prude. You’re gonna be tight as a chorus boy, aren’t ya? For you? I’ll take it slow as you want, baby.”, Negan said deciding that since he’d braved the hellride over just for Rick’s company they were beyond innuendo.

”You disgust me.”, Rick replied with a shudder.

Negan choose to interpret it as a shiver of undeniable pleasure brought on by his seduction. Negan was shivering too and he’d chalk it to the same thing. Rick was pretty fucking hot. Besides, Negan couldn’t be cold everyone else was starting to sweat just walking around. And, of course, that just made Rick even more like he’d stepped out of a porno. If Negan didn’t want him so bad he’d hate him because no one but him had the right to be so damn fine.

”And yet you find me strangely attractive.”, Negan shot back. He grabbed Rick’s hand. Thank Christ they were at the Grimes house because it’d hit Negan like he’d walked into a brick wall. He absolutely could not take one more step. And it was more than just his stomach protesting now. It hurt to breathe, to think, to walk, to be alive. How was he meant to pretend he wasn’t cold when his fucking teeth were chattering?

Shit. If it weren’t for Rick he would call this off that’s how bad he felt. Nothing else was worth this hell, not even his ego. The Saviours all knew by now how fucked up he was whether he wanted them to or not, anyway. Word travels fast when your boss nearly pukes up blood in front of half the damn world. Fuck, Negan might be in love with Rick Grimes now that he thought about it.

”What’s the hurry?”, Negan forced out and hoped his voice wasn’t shaking. “I got to have a nice little heart to heart with the kid last time. I want my chance to with his daddy too.” It was a flimsy excuse and Negan could do better if he weren’t trying so damn hard to hold himself still. It did the trick though. No one would doubt anything involving Rick to be his motive.

“No thanks, I’d really rather help you steal from us some more.”, Rick snapped.

Negan’s head was throbbing. The best he could manage was a quick, “Sit the fuck down, Rick.” He should have gotten an Oscar or something for acting like flopping back into the wicker chair was a choice. He’d straight up just collapsed.

Negan had never seen Rick obey a command so quickly and he prayed that Rick was just tired or something. He took it all back. He didn’t want Rick to see him like this. Curiosity killed the cat and Negan felt like one that’d been run over a few hundred times, that’s for sure. He didn’t have to try to look hot, of course, but he liked to throw in a little bit of something extra for Rick. Right now, though, he just wanted to be back in the Sancturary where he could feel like shit in peace.

“Negan?”, Simon called and Negan looked up just a second too late to be normal. But it was too late, Rick had noticed that. His eyes were always scanning Negan for weakness and Negan just HAD to choose to visit him on the day there might actually be some to find.

“What?”, Negan managed through gritted teeth. He actually couldn’t tell what was bothering him most when everything hurt so bad. He kind of envied the cat that curiosity killed though. God, anything had to be better than this.

“Just...you’ve got a eavesdropper is all.”, Simon pointed out looking nearly as pained as Negan felt. Huh. Damn, he was loyal. Negan made a note to let him have any wife he wanted when- if, he tried not to think- they got back tonight.

Negan realized he was hunched over, an arm around his middle. Against every lick of sense he had he straightened up. Sure enough though, Rick’s son was watching them through a window wearing a baby version of his father’s glare. Damn, he was just a mini Rick and that made him smile despite everything. God Rick had made some adorable kids. “Hey Carl!”, he called and waved with more enthusiasm than should have been possible for him.

Of course the kid wouldn’t join them because a complete lack of manners ran in the family but at least Negan could understand his animosity. He might not be so keen on hanging around with a man who was actively trying to fuck the one parent he had left either. He liked the black girl though and Negan still couldn’t figure out how she’d managed that.

He felt the familiar burn in his stomach and hunched forward. He spoke again trying to distract from it, “Haven’t seen you in nearly two weeks, Rick. Did ya miss me?”

”Like I miss the bullet in my chest.”, Rick spat back but his eyes were narrowed not in hate but interest. So he knew it too. Negan was going to end up throwing up again. Well, at least they were all on the same page. No surprises. Awesome. If Simon cared at all he would shoot him.

This was just plain mean. Everybody here knew what was going to happen but they were gonna just wait for him to humiliate himself? FUCK EVERYTHING. He could understand Rick, at least, he was too repressed to look at their sexual tension as anything but hatred but his best friend?! Come on! Fuck it. If they were gonna let him make a mess of himself then he’d do it. Negan would just pretend this was a fucking garden party until he crashed it by puking on everything.

He set his jaw stubbornly as he continued on, “You were shot, Rick?”. And if Negan ever got to feeling better he might just have to go pay a visit to whoever’d done it. Despite how sick he’d ended up the disembowling part of his last trip to Alexandria had been pretty fucking cool. He wouldn’t mind adding that to the old trick book permanently. It’d have been more than earned everyone from his people to the Hilltop to that lunatic with the rennisance fair knew better than to give Rick so much as a scratch. Rick Grimes was his and had been the second Negan had seen him. He was under a damn powerful man’s protective hand. No one would dare lay a hand on that boy but him.

Surprisingly Rick answered him, “Yeah.”. His words were coming slow and thoughtful. Negan let himself think it was from concern for him and not calculating how best to use this against him. It made things seem a bit brighter. “Before all this in the line of duty. Was in a coma and woke up in the middle of the apocalypse. My wife and Carl were gone. Never thought I’d see them again.”

And that was just so unbearably cute and SO Rick that Negan nearly forgot about the twinge of acid on the back of his tongue. How else would Rick get shot? Playing Hero of course. God, what Negan would give to see Rick in uniform. He desperately wanted to see that scar. The thought probably would have turned him on if there were any blood left in his body for a hard-on. And what he could have done to Rick with him in those handcuffs...fuck, his body almost managed to rally.

”Negan?”, someone called again softly. And holy fuck that had been Rick! Negan could rally for that.

He swallowed thickly against the acid creeping it’s way up. “That bitch!”, he forced out. But the sentiment was anything but. “They couldn’t have forced me to leave your side if you got hurt.” It was true. Negan loved him, goddamnit. That’s why this was gonna suck so bad. Because Rick would laugh at him for this. And it’d be a hell of a lot harder to live in denial that one day Rick would come around then.

Rick had had enough. Of course he would always so serious. He couldn’t just settle the fuck down for a second and let things happen. “What the hell is wrong with you?”, he demanded.

Negan waved him off even though a hand was clamped over his mouth. “Not a damn thing, Rick.”, he practically whined. If the nausea wasn’t bad enough before Negan had just piled some self loathing on top of that. He gagged.

”Fuck, you’re about to throw up.”, Rick realized.

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Whoops||Pt. 1 in the Nurse Tate Series

Character summary: Your name is Danica Tate. You were a nurse in the ER before all of THIS, originally an Alexandrian but after a particular failure on Rick’s part to meet his quota, he takes you instead. You hate Negan and his stupidly attractive face, and Negan finds your sass to be amusing....usually. 

Story Summary: Negan catches you masturbating and you won’t live that down

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual tension, Masturbation, no sex

“Nurse Tate,” he purred staring at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, “Do we have to go through this every time? On your knees or I’ll put you on your knees.” 

Everyone else had knelt, you remained standing your dark eyes staring him down. You knew how this would go, you’d end up on your knees, but you weren’t going to be compliant about it. You wanted your resistance known, “I only kneel willingly before God himself.” 

Negan chuckled taking a few casual steps closer to you. Simon was peering up at you, his eyes narrowed. Simon scared the shit outta you, even more than Negan himself. Luckily Negan seemed to take some sick amusement in forcing you down himself. 

“You know,” he said carefully now mere inches from you, he leaned forward, “I’m starting to think you just like me putting you on your knees.” 

You turned your head to look at him again, he was now so close you could feel his breath on you. You suppressed a shudder, convincing yourself it’s only fear. Somewhere deep down though, you knew it wasn’t. With a snap of your neck you head butted him and he drew back pressing the back of his hand to his nose and sniffing, trying to make sure you didn’t break it. He smiled at you his hand darting out and gripping your shoulder. He dug his thumb into the pressure point at the hallow of your shoulder right at the collar bone. 

“Now that, is some sexy shit,” he grins wide, pushing down harder as you tried your damnedest to keep your knees from collapsing, his voice lowered, this time less amused and more threatening, “Now get on your fuckin’ knees before I lose my patience.” 

You knew better than to keep pushing him, you relented looking down as you collapsed down onto your knees before him. You refused to look at him though. He didn’t move from in front of you, his gloved hand traced your face tilting your head up at him, “Was that so hard?” he smirked. 

You jerked your head from his hand but he continued to stand directly in front of you as he spoke to the group. To be honest you didn’t really hear anything he was saying, his proximity to you and his crotch right in your face was distracting in a number of ways. 

He dismissed the group sending them on their way and you started to get up, but his hand on your head kept you in place, “Not you, you see...YOU seem to have a problem,” he started to pace around you, your heart was in your throat as Lucille was place over his shoulder, “You seem to have forgotten who the hell you’re dealing with because I’ve been patient with you.” 

“I didn’t forget,” you muttered. 

“I didn’t ASK you to speak,” he said sharply. 

Your jaw tightened but you fell silent. 

“Maybe you need a little reminder,” Negan continued. 

Your heart nearly stopped when you felt Lucille near the side of your face, the barbs just brushing your skin. It was all you could do not to jump up or flinch. You trembled a little. Some how even though he was behind you, you knew he was smiling. 

“Stand up Nurse Tate,” Negan said after a moment. 

You very slowly complied and you felt Negan’s hand on the back of your neck, slowly he walked around in front of you, his hand moving to cup your jaw, “I think we could get along much better than this, your sass is just...adorable...but when I tell you to do somethin’ you do it, you understand?” 

You nodded pulling your head away from his touch. You suspected he knew you liked it more than you ever wanted to, because it didn’t deter him, “I didn’t hear you, Danica, what was that?” 

“Go to hell,” you muttered in response. 

He tongued one of his teeth and sniffed, suddenly that hand was around your throat, and he backed you into the wall, “What was that? I don’t think I heard you right.” 

“I said I understand,” you swallowed hard. 

“Now that’s what I like to hear sweetheart,” Negan smirked and patted the side of your face, “You don’t want us to have to have this conversation again, do you? Because my patience isn’t gonna hold for long.” 

You shook your head and he narrowed his eyes, “No,” you said out loud your eyes falling just passed him. 

“Good, glad we understand each other,” he smiled wide, “Dr. Conners could sure use your help for a couple of my boys.” 

You nodded and went to step away but he stopped you leveling you with a look and a shit eating grin. Negan was very intent he was going to teach you some manners, “Did I tell you to go yet?” 

You narrowed your eyes and cut your eyes to him before a big fake smile crossed your face, “Why no, Massa, I’m real sorry I should have known betta forgive me Massa,” you faked a horrible Southern Slave accent. 

He stared at you blankly and annoyed, his jaw tightening a little, “Nurse Tate...do we REALLY need to have a more at length discussion about your attitude? Because I think I’ve been FAR to lenient.” 

You looked down, “No,” you said quietly. 

“No what?” he demanded sharply. 

You grimaced and said through gritted teeth, “No, Sir.” 

“Good, now go, before I lose my patience,” Negan told you sharply. 

You didn’t hesitate this time, no doubt your sharp tongue would get you in trouble if you continued. 

That was one of the most ridiculous things you ever had to deal with. One of the Saviors in question got shot because another guy forgot to turn on the safety, and his partner shot him back. Negan was going to LOVE that story. 

You certainly weren’t going to seek him out to tell him that stupid shit, you’d dealt with him enough. Now you just needed to wind down. 

You peeled off your clothes and took a shower before sinking into your bed. You couldn’t sleep though, you were still tense. You weren’t sure how you were going to be able to handle this subservience to Negan, you weren’t subservient to anyone. You tried to think of him as a typical asshole boss, but if you stepped out of line you weren’t just going to get a write up, you were going to get dead. 

You needed to unwind, and you could only think of one way to do it. A little self love could go a long way, it wasn’t like you had had anyone else to do it for a while. Hell, you’d barely had time to handle it yourself. 

You exhaled deeply and brought your hands to your breast cupping them first then squeezing them firmly. You groaned softly then rolled your nipples between your fingers. One hand traveled down slowly over your stomach, as you tried to conjure images of the last time. Instead the only thing that popped in your mind was the feeling of Negan’s breath floating over your ear. Your fingers trailed over your slit, you tried to push him from your mind, but you found yourself picturing his hand around your throat again. You gasped as your fingers teased your clit, you tried to think of literally anything else but him. You tried reminding yourself of the horrible things he’d done, but you can only hear his voice next to your ear. You moaned a bit too loud, “Fuck,” you breathed out, finally giving up on trying to rid yourself of him and instead just embraced it. He didn’t have to know. 

You slid a finger inside yourself your thumb circling your clit as you imagined his head between your legs. It was his fingers, his tongue, his rough touch. You were more turned on than you should have been. You panted and gasped and moaned as you steadily brought yourself higher and higher. You slid another finger inside, pumping faster, imagine how his beard would feel against your thighs. Finally the tension was just too much, “Fucking hell!” you gasped out as pleasure overwhelmed your system and your fluids squirted all over your hands. 

You lay there panting for a moment, and for one heart stopping moment you her what sounded like movement behind your door. Someone was listening in. At first you were embarrassed but after you thought about it, there was nothing you could do, but hope the enjoyed what they heard and didn’t fucking come back. You tugged yourself from your bed to clean yourself up a bit, your skin still humming when you returned to your bed. 

He was shouting about SOMETHING again, it wasn’t relevant to your life. The Negan in your fantasies was much quieter, less of an asshole. As soon as you appeared his eyes snapped to you, a small smile quirking on his face. You sighed, but he kept the smile on his face, almost as if he wanted to say something but was holding it back. 

“We’ve got some medical equipment in, go help them unload and put them where you need them,” he told her, the look never left. 

“Oh...God, Who is...?” you started but instead of finishing the sentence you rushed over to the truck where a couple of guys had started to crawl inside to pulling things out, “Whoa, Whoa, let me do that...you guys are gonna break it.” 

The guy turned to look at you and pursed his lips. You couldn’t recall his name but Simon was among them, and he quirked an eyebrow at you. The other man looked at Simon who shrugged, “Fine...let her.” 

You climbed in the truck and started pulling out boxes, small boxes at first. You piles them up gently while the guys just stood there and watched you. It wasn’t until you started pulling out a particularly heavy box when you heard Negan again. 

“What the HELL are you three doing?” 

“She said she didn’t want help sir,” Simon spoke up quickly. 

“I wasn’t aware she gave the orders,” Negan said tersely as Simon’s eyes darted away from him, he finally turned to address you, you were surprised to see him smile, in fact it was a shit eating grin on his face, “Nurse Tate, I know you’re used to...handlin’ things on your own...but it tends to work out better if you let someone...give ya a hand.” 

You normally wouldn’t have thought anything of the statement, but it was the way he was grinning at you. He seemed FAR too amused with himself, it was a knowing smile. You squinted at him, and he continued to smile quirking an eyebrow as if daring you to ask. You could feel your face heating up and he chuckled softly, you recovered quickly and shot back, “I don’t want any bumblin’ fool messing around with equipment they have no idea how to use,” you shot back, flicking your gaze up and down him accusingly. 

You saw him draw his head back and raise both eyebrows, when he started to open his mouth to contest that statement you quickly ducked back into the truck to grab another box. 

“Excuse me..?” you heard him call after you, you would have laughed but you heard him climb into the truck behind you. What you didn’t count on was him pulling the door closed behind him. The back of the truck was pitch black and you whirled around with a huff. 

“Negan stop screwing around you could damage something we...” your voice trialed off when you basically ran into him. 

“Sweetheart, I know you didn’t just imply that I couldn’t handle your...equipment...” Negan said lowly, he was still moving forward forcing you to back up until your back hit the metal side of the truck. 

You tried to causally push him aside, not that you could go too far because you couldn’t see. He didn’t budge either way but he instead caught your wrist and pinned it to the side of the truck. In spite of yourself you made a small noise in your throat, before clearing it quickly to try and cover it, “Negan you are awfully offended over some boxes.” 

“You know DAMN well, I ain’t talkin’ about boxes,” he told you, “If we were talkin’ about boxes I don’t think you’d be breathing so hard.” 

You were dead silent, frozen in place. You could hear the blood rushing through your ears. 

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed? You don’t think I can’t see you breathing hard every time I get close to you, feel your skin flush when I touch you,” he chuckled softly speaking into your ear, “Or see you tremble when my lips brush your ear?” 

“Negan...move...” you said tersely, the words didn’t come out with as much conviction as you were hoping for. 

“You know how hard I was listening to you moan like a fucking porn star,” he purred, you could tell he had that shit eating grin on his face, “I had to go fuck a couple of my wives after that.” 

“You’re fucking disgusting get the fuck off me,” you pulled your hand away from him and tried to ignore the tingle between your legs.  He let you have your hand back but he didn’t step back, he leaned forward to speak into your ear again, “I bet just imagining  me making you come in the back of this truck has got you all wet.”

You were glad he couldn’t see that you were red. For a moment you were silent unable to find words, your silence made him chuckle. You felt his finger tips trace the side of your face, before you finally spoke, adjusting your tone to a very bitchy one, “Hmm, I did, but rememberin’ that you’re an insufferable prick made me drier than the fucking Sahara....MOVE Negan.” 

He laughed softly, “I bet it drives you fucking crazy, that such an ‘insufferable Prick’ can get you wet without even touching you.” 

You gritted your teeth and pushed him away from you finally. Your hand seemed to act on it’s own, before you could stop yourself, you’d balled up your fist and and decked him squarely in the jaw, surprised at your accuracy considering you couldn’t even see your hand move. 

He laughed harder, finally moving to pulled the door back open. The light filled the back of the truck and turned his head to wink at her as he climbed back out. 

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