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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 4 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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A/n: Hi, this is my second story ever and I wrote it like 5 years ago but was too scared to post it lol so if you could give any feedback that would be much appreciated! I have more chapters to this so if you want ‘em ya gotta let me know! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut dn interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, domestic violence mention (not caused by Negan), fat shaming of Fat Joey

Summary: Y/N and Negan settle into Negan's bed. Confessions are made and they end the night together.

When we arrive at the sanctuary, Negan takes me straight to the doctor. He asks for something while I wait outside the closed door of the makeshift clinic. I’m still kind of dazed that this is actually happening —that I’m willingly back at the Sanctuary when only a few days ago I would have been lucky to make it out with my life.

He emerges and flashes me a grin, holding a bottle that looks like maybe it’s a type of lotion and then he leads me to his bedroom. I trail behind him curiously.

“We missed dinner,” he grumbles when we enter, dropping Lucille on his bed. He steps back and looks me over, taking off his leather jacket to reveal his tight white t-shirt. God, he looks good. I feel my neck go hot. I want to feel him so badly. “Aren’t you just a time-consuming endeavor?” he smirks. “Hey, you hungry, Y/N?” He asks as he looks me over from head to toe. “Shit, I mean, when was the last time you even ate, kid?”

“Gee, I dunno, Mr.Give-me-half-I-mean-all-of-your-fucking-food-and-shit.” I tease, thinking it over, trying not to stare at him too much. “This morning maybe...Yeah, I had a piece of toast for breakfast, I think. I’m okay though.”

I force a smile.

He surprises me by reaching out and lifting up one of my arms by the wrist so he can really get a good look at me.

“Okay?” He snaps, cocking his head.“Y/N, you’re way too fucking skinny! Don’t lie to me. You gotta eat.” He insists like I’m a naive kid or something. “You must be starving. You’re practically a motherfucking beanpole for Christ's sake.”

“Am not!” I insist back, trying to pull my arm away from how he’s still holding it up in the air. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. “Maybe you should lay off of Alexandria then if you’re so worried about my health.” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. “We’re practically starving, asshole.”

I figure it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but instead, he tightens his grip around my wrist and pushes me back against the wall roughly with very little effort. I stumble backward.

“Oh, is that what you fucking call me?” He growls down at me cockily and licks his bottom lip, taking a step closer.

And shit, I like that.

“Hmmm,” he teases. “That’s just too fucking bad...Thought you had a different name for me…”

He grins wide like a shark at the look on my face like he fucking knows it, and just for the hell of it, takes my other smaller hand in his own and crosses my wrists above my head, pinning them and holding me down with the weight of his body. He stares at me in a way that makes my legs weak and I gasp softly. I’m vaguely aware that he’s literally so much stronger than me he could snap my neck in half like a twig if he wanted to. He leans a little closer to me, as I struggle half-heartedly, and puts his lips to my ear.

“Nah, you’ll take what I goddamn give you, you little fucking tease,” he breathes, his voice deadly and low. I shiver, my pussy throbbing. He groans softly at the sound I make. “Your skinny little ass doesn’t get to tell me what to do.”

“ Shit ,” I whimper frantically at how he’s touching me, trying to squirm away, exposing my neck to him. The way he sounds makes me so hot. I feel warm and damp between my legs.

He gives me an even cockier amused look and lets me wriggle out of his grasp for about a half a second. And then, just when I think I’m free, he slams my hands back down, this time with only one of his own. He grins. I whimper softly in pain and fear and frustration. I can’t help it. He looks like he’s gonna fucking eat me.

My heart pounds.

“In case you haven’t fucking noticed, I’m the boss around here, babydoll,” he tells me against my throat. I can feel the ghost of his lips smiling against me, sounding very satisfied, his hard-on pressing against me.

I whine in eager surprise as he trails his free hand down the length of my stomach. It tickles and I try not to squirm into the traces of his touch needily as we wrestle.

“Admit it,” he insists, his voice smooth as silk, knowing he owns me right now. He rubs lower, making me buck up against him ever so slightly and let out another desperate whimpering sound. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Or call uncle. Or Daddy.” He smirks. “Your choice, princess...God, you make such pretty noises for me. I goddamn love getting you worked up like this. Gets me so fucking hard, baby girl...”

His voice is straight baritone as his fingers trail even lower, making my stomach flutter. His lips are pressing against my neck, his teeth threatening to bite down, his breath hot. I can feel something big and half-hard poking into my waist. I’m so wet and he hasn’t even really touched me yet! But I can’t let him win this easily — even though every part of my body is telling me to surrender. He’s been holding out on me all day so I figure he should get a taste of his own medicine. I don’t have any free hands, but I do have my feet. So I kick off one of my boots and push my foot up to his cock teasingly. He lets out a soft, surprised, vulnerable moan against me that makes my pussy clench and my heart pound. Jesus.

“How about you call uncle,” I propose, my breath heavy. “Or I’ll kick you in the fucking baby-maker.”

Negan looks down at how I have him stuck and bursts out laughing which starts from a deep rumble in his chest.

“Shit! Well, they can’t say you’re not resourceful,” he smirks, impressed. “You got me by the motherfucking balls, honey. Literally. But you know fucking what? I think I can arrange a compromise.”

And suddenly, he’s smiling like the devil and lifting me up by the underarms in a blur of his muscular limbs and body and throwing me backward onto the bed. I cry out in pleasant surprise as I’m hurled through the air and land on the soft mattress. Shit, he’s strong...

“Asshole!” I grin, looking up at him, not having expected that, propping myself up with my elbows.

"That’s not what you’re going to be calling me when I have my way with you, little lady.” He smiles, pulling off his black leather belt, which makes me very wet and I kick off my other boot in anticipation, as he moves Lucille out of the way and parts my legs.

Negan leans over on the bed and straddles me, a knee trapping each of my sides, and he’s so much bigger and stronger than I am it would be almost scary if I wasn’t so fucking worked up. The bed dips with his added weight. He wastes no time and bends down, going right for my neck and he starts sucking and biting kisses onto my sensitive skin like he’s hungry for me, holding on lightly to the bottom of my throat like a threat. I can’t help but start whimpering a little. My neck is like my weak spot or something and his mouth and teeth and fingers feel so good against my throat I shiver. Instinctively, I reach up and latch my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he growls softly as I feel his hardening cock brushing up against my belly. His warm body moves against mine in a rhythm that has me quaking and moaning.

He reaches to pull off my shirt so I’m just in my bra and I try to help him pull off his white undershirt, but Negan won’t let me and slaps my hand away.

“How do you ask me?” he snarls, pinning me down just below my shoulders as I try to help him, but he doesn’t accept my assistance and forces me down flat onto the mattress.

“Please, Daddy,” I try breathlessly, struggling against him, so wet, grinding my front against his knee that’s holding me down, my eyes big. His dick feels rock solid and twitches. Fuck, that’s hot. The friction feels so good.

“ Fuck,” he whispers hungrily, licking his lips, but he regains his composure. “Nice try, but wrong .” He growls, pushing me down harder, throwing his shirt to the side, his eyes smiling and hungry. “Not when you fucking threaten me, you little goddamn harlot. You earn ‘Daddy.’ For now, you call me ‘sir.’ Is that understood?”

I whimper and nod as his hand slips beneath my pants, way too eager to submit to him.

“Is that understood, Y/N ?”

“Yes, sir.” I whine.

“Good,” he sneers in his deep voice. “Shit, you really fucking like that, don’t you?” He grins, my wetness coating his fingers as he strokes me.

I breathe in deeply and I’m about to reply that ‘yes sir I fucking do’ when suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Negan snaps in annoyance, breaking away from me and I whine softly in disappointment. I want him to fuck me so bad. I wanna kiss him again too. “No fucking way. Now what!? Who the fuck is there!?” He shouts toward the hall, making a move for the door, reaching down to adjust himself, and sucking his fingers that are still wet from me. He sighs in a very satisfied manner, and I’m sure I’m even wetter than before. He smiles at my big-eyed expression, my own mouth open in awe, and pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a small pop. That turns me on so much I can only just stare at him. He smirks proudly, winks, and turns to the door. “This had better be good!” he shouts to whoever is outside.

I pull up the covers to my chest, suddenly remembering my nakedness.

“Sorry, boss,” says a nervous, muffled voice from behind the door, redirecting my thoughts. “I just h-have dinner for you and the girl. Dwight said—“

Negan heaves open the door and Fat Joey is standing in the doorway looking pretty terrified, holding a tray of food. Joey is a big guy, yeah, but Negan is pretty tall too and can be terrifying as all hell when he wants to be even if he’s not wearing a shirt. Maybe especially because he’s not wearing a shirt...He’s panting a little and his muscles are flexing as he breathes. Goddamn.

“Ah! Thank you, Fat Joseph,” Negan grins turning to wink at me, his voice a little raspy, his hair sort of pushed floppily to the side. My eyes get stuck on the dusting of dark hair across the planes of his chest and his badass tattoos. Fuck, he looks good. He grabs the tray from Joey’s large hands. “Don’t mind if I fucking do. You know, you sure as hell do have a gift with fucking timing, don’t you, buddy?” he begins intimidatingly, giving him a look up and down and Fat Joey nods a little stupidly, clearly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Negan leans in toward Joey like he’s gonna tell him a secret. “I mean, I got my girl here, lying down right where I want her and then you come along and spoil all the fun. Now, I know it’s not easy for you to get laid with all this, ” Negan says motioning to Joey’s body. “But Christ, man, that doesn’t mean you have to keep other people from getting laid too. I mean, shit, at this rate I’m gonna have to set you up with fuckin’ Lucille!” He smirks sinisterly like a threat.

Joey is pale as a sheet, but Negan just cracks up, and punches Joey in the shoulder making him flinch.

“Relax, man. Lighten up!” Negan snorts, turning in a lean to give me an exasperated look. “Jesus. I’m just fucking with ya.” Fat Joey forces a weak smile. “Now scram,” Negan says more forcefully.

And with a stammered,

“Y-yes, sir,” Joey high-tails it out as quickly as possible without needing to be told twice.

Negan chuckles pleasantly as he shuts the door, rolling his eyes.

“Dumbass.” He mumbles, shaking his head fondly. “But a loyal dumbass. Oh, shit! Pork chops and mashed potatoes.” He grins, as he looks down to examine the tray. “You like that stuff, baby?”

“Who cares?” I whine a little needily although my stomach growls. “That was mean to scare him anyways. You shoulda just told him to go away. Now, how about you come back over here and fucking finish what you started...”

Negan smiles, his eyebrows going up.

"Needy little thing,” he smirks in approval, licking his lips. “Mean? Trust me when I fucking tell you you ain’t seen nothing yet. And I’m flattered, kid, truly I am that you want me so fucking bad, and you know I get all hot and bothered when you get all assertive like that, it’s goddamn adorable, but you gotta fucking eat first.”

“C-can’t we eat later?” I try a little desperately, still wet between my thighs. “I just want you is all.” But Negan smiles down at me and shakes his head like a pissed-off dad (believe me I know the look), and sets the tray down on the coffee table. “I’m not cute.” I grumble defeatedly. “I’m a badass.”

“It’ll get cold ,” he insists, his eyes narrowing. But then he chuckles. “And you are so fucking cute and a badass. The cutest fucking badass. With a great ass! But don’t make me fucking count. I don’t waste food around here no matter how fucking delicious you end up tasting. And plus, who the fuck am I gonna mess around with if you go wasting away on me? I can count your ribs, baby. Get your fucking priorities straight, will ya?”

He looks down at my bare chest, actually sounding a little concerned.

“I can count your ribs too,” I insist a little petulantly myself, crossing my arms over my chest. “Everyone has twelve on each side. Duh.” But I do like knowing he cares and that he thinks I’m cute so I smile a little.

“Oh really, you little brat?” He smirks a little distractedly, his eyes hovering over my tits. He wets and bites his bottom lip. “And who taught you that?”

I think back.

“A guy named Herschel,” I shrug, getting a little sad. Negan looks up at me curiously and comes to sit next to me. “He was this old dude. The...the widow’s Dad,” I say to clarify.

Negan nods fixedly, not exactly looking me in the eyes. He bites his bottom lip.

“He was a doctor and all,” I continue quietly, letting myself get lost in the memory. “He...he saved Carl when he got shot by accident when Carl was barely twelve. We all thought he was a goner. My dad picked him up off the forest floor and ran damn near a mile to find someone to help. Probably saved his life... ” I trail off. “And that’s how we met the Widow and her family.”

“ Shit . That how Carl lost his eye?” Negan asks quietly, intrigued.

“Nope,” I answer. “If you can believe it. He got away with just a scar from that one. Everyone thought he was dead, but Herschel saved him. Stitched him up real good. That’s when my dad gave him that hat though and he’s worn that every day since,” I try to say as casually as possible like it doesn’t bother me.

“Kid’s a certified badass,” Negan nods, grinning a little, squeezing my arm. “I’ve always said so.”

“I got shot once too, you know,” I tell him quickly, suddenly feeling kind of jealous and a little inadequate. I puff out my chest a little. “On my forearm. See?”

“No shit?” Negan asks in amusement, sounding impressed as I move to show him, his eyebrows going up on his forehead as I show him the circular scar on my left arm.

“That’s fucking gnarly!” Negan says enthusiastically. “That’s cool as shit! Knew I couldn’t be the only one to leave a permanent mark on you.” He says like he’s almost proud of me or something. “Can I touch it?” he asks excitedly, his eyes getting wide.

“Knock yourself out,” I snort as he reaches out to poke the uneven skin interestedly. He looks like an excited little kid. “I used to be ashamed of it, but now I think it’s cool. I’m lucky though. Rick almost made me amputate my whole goddamn arm. Glad I fought with him on that one…” I trail off.

I’m pretty good at killing the mood, I know. I’d almost forgotten about that fight with Rick though...Negan looks concerned now.

“Your dad wanted to chop off your arm?” he asks, sounding genuinely shocked. “Damn. Was it infected or some shit?”

“No,” I shrug. “We were gonna be attacked again any day and I think he thought it would save time to just cut it all off instead of operating haphazardly on my arm back at this prison we were hauled up in at the time. All the other grown-ups were fighting with him about it, saying it was a bad call, and Herschel, who was a doctor, told him that was a stupid idea. But he was pretty out of it. My mom had just died and Judith was just born and he was pissed off as all hell. Especially at me. Luckily, people backed me up and I got operated on and not amputated. I was awake when they did it too and all, but I guess I’d take that over being minus one arm.”

“Shiiit. That’s fucked up, baby girl,” Negan says quietly, his brow furrowed. I think I see anger flash across his features and he looks concerned as he strokes some fingers over my arm distractedly in reassurance. “No wonder you fuckin’ freaked when I threatened to cut off Carl’s…” he mumbles, thinking back.

I lean against him and realize he’s probably right.

“You’re a good big sister,” he tells me, looking me straight in the eye. “Standing up for him like that.”

“Thanks…” I say hesitantly because I’m not sure I agree.

For a minute, it’s quiet between us.

“You really fucking hate him, huh?” Negan asks into the silence. “Rick, I mean?”

“Yeah.” I nod because it’s true.

I don’t even have to think about the answer. Somehow, I feel safer with Negan —fucking Negan — than I do in my own home. And if that’s not fucked up, I don’t know what is. But I still love Rick in some weird, detached, scraping-against-the-inside-of-the-bottom-of-your-stomach kind of way. He is family after all and we’ve been through so much together.

"I understand. I hated my old man too, the prick,” Negan admits, frowning. “That may or may not be why I have a soft spot for badass kids with shitty fathers.” He nudges me with his elbow. “I’ll kill Rick for ya some day if you want,” he nods thoughtfully, elbowing me gently in the ribs. I can’t tell if he’s joking. “Just say the fucking word and I’m on it. That would be the punishment for Rick’s dick behavior if he lived here.”

“He’s my dad,” I snort, turning to stare at Negan incredulously. “Who says I want him dead? And he doesn’t live here.”

“Fine, fine. In a cell, then,” he proposes, waving his hand dismissively like that’s just a minor setback.

“Whatever,” I shrug. “As long as he’s away from me. And for the record,” I tell him, looking up into his light brown eyes, holding onto his hairy forearm so he knows I mean business. “He’s my dad.”

“Yeah, so?” Negan asks curiously, snorting a little in amusement.

“ So,” I continue. “ I would be the one to kill him. Not you. Duh.”

Negan cracks a toothy grin and throws back his head and laughs.

“Of course. I shoulda fucking known. Obviously, ” he snickers. “You are too fucking funny, kid. You little goddamn serial killer.”

I smile.

“What...what did your dad do?” I ask gently, suddenly fascinated.

“Oh, he was a no good, bastard drunk,” Negan grumbles, his jaw clenching, getting quieter. He takes back his hand and his body gets more still. “Knocked around my mom and I. Talk about a fucking low-life son of a bitch with no balls — beating up a lady and a kid. I fucking wish I killed him. Dumbass fucking coward drank himself to death so I never got the fucking chance...” he trails off.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him, snuggling closer to him, breathing in his scent. “I’d kill him with you if he were still around.”

“Sorry, kid,” Negan smirks a little bitterly. “But that is a job reserved for me and my lady Lucille. But hey, let’s eat.” He finally says as my stomach growls, cracking a small grin. “Here. No one's gonna fucking try to cut off any appendages while you're here with me.” He smirks. “Not tonight. I fucking promise.”

***

About an hour later, we’ve both finished eating and the empty plates are stacked on the nightstand. I’m enjoying the movie, but what I’m enjoying more is how fucking safe I feel here with Negan...and a proper meal in my belly.

At home in Alexandria, I never really feel safe. Of course there’s always the looming threat of walkers, but it’s more than that when I’m there. It’s more about my dad being around that always occupies my mind. I’m always waiting for the next landmine to blow and for him to snap on me. Or worrying about Judith and Carl. It feels nice to just chill here, lying against Negan’s broad chest, feeling the rising and falling of his steady breathing. And just doing something as simple as watching a movie. I don’t feel scared at all. How fucking nice and completely absurd.

Suddenly, Negan shifts his position ever so slightly to wrap his big arm around me and hold me closer, but in doing so, he shifts some weight against my stomach where a purple bruise has formed. It catches me off guard so I hiss softly in pain.

“What’s the matter?” Negan stammers softly in alarm, rubbing one of his eyes. “Did I hurt you, angel?”

Angel . What a fucking sap. He’ll kill me if he keeps talking to me like that. My heart can hardly take it.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. I’m just sore is all. I just have a bruise. It’s fine.” I grimace and shift my weight to a more comfortable position, trying to reassure him and snuggle myself against him a little more, hoping he doesn’t move away.

“I got you this if you want it,” he says, grabbing the mysterious bottle from the doctor off the nightstand. “It’s for bruises and shit. To make ‘em hurt less and heal quicker…” He trails off, opening the bottle. He squirts some of the cream into his big hand and begins rubbing it and applying it to my arm where Rick grabbed me. “Figured you might need it…”

“Oh,” I say quietly, genuinely surprised, looking up at him. “Oh, shit. Thanks, Negan.”

“Don’t fucking mention it, kid. I don’t like seeing you all...raw and sore like that,” he says quietly, shrugging, not quite making eye contact with me, anger flashing across his features, his jaw clenching, but he calms it away. “Tell me to fuck off if I’m going too hard, alright?”

I nod. But he’s not at all. He’s being so fucking gentle. His hands feel so good moving against my skin. It’s like the exact opposite of how the bruise got there in the first place and how I’ve seen Negan bash people’s brains in...Something about that makes my skin tingle. He moves to my stomach.

“If I’m ever going too hard,” he tells me quietly, massaging my tummy. “In anything we’re doing, you’d fucking tell me wouldn’t you, sweetheart? You know I’d never fucking try to hurt you in a way you didn’t want...”

“Yeah, of fucking course,” I tell him in a lazy kind of awe at how good he feels touching me. “I believe you. Negan,” I say after a moment, sitting up a little. “But you know I’m not a pussy, right?”

Negan snorts and bursts out laughing, eyeing me like I am too funny.

“Do you really think I think that about you?” he snickers, looking genuinely surprised and curious. “Why? Cause you’re letting me put lotion on you? ‘Cause I asked you if you were okay? Cause we had a little goddamn heart-to-heart?”

I shrug. I guess I’m just used to constantly having to prove myself to get taken seriously and, to be fair, Negan does seem like the kinda guy who would make fun of doing lovey-dovey things like we’re doing now.

“Shit, if it makes anyone seem like a pussy it’s probably me,” he chuckles, shaking his head a little. “Don’t you know that? I put this shit on too sometimes, you know...Here, help me.” He says, his eyes lighting up like he’s gotten a good idea. “Put some on my back. I got hit with a two-by-four the other day, the fucking prick. There. That make you feel any better?”

I shrug again and nod a little and he smiles. I take the lotion from him and squirt some on my hands. It smells like vanilla. He’s being so nice and gentle with me I don’t wanna ruin it, so I start rubbing it into a brown bruise on the left side of his back. He leans against me and breathes out deep and slow.

“Ahhh. That’s it, baby,” He tells me, relaxing. “Shit, right there! How did ya get so good at this? You could have been a goddamn massage therapist!”

“Shut up,” I snort.

***

Another hour goes by and I feel myself nodding off in the crook of Negan’s arm against his warm body as the glare from the TV bathes us in flickering light. I don’t mean to fall asleep, it just happens. It feels so nice to be comfortable and cozy and full...I think I feel someone kiss the top of my head and stroke my hair gingerly, but I can’t be sure...if it’s really happening though, it feels so goddamn nice...

***

The next thing I know I hear the T.V. click off and Negan come and sit back against me and shift us both into a lying down position. I can feel his dick getting hard against the curve of my ass so instinctively I roll over and reach down to stroke it over the fabric of his boxers enthusiastically, yawning sleepily. He groans against my ear, but then he shifts his body into my palm and realizes what I’m doing and he moves my hand away.

“Nah, go to sleep, kid,” he says softly, fondly in his deep, gravelly voice, rough from sleepiness. I can hear the smile in his words that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. “‘M tired as hell. Go back to bed. Go on…”

“But I wanna make you feel good,” I mumble sleepily, rubbing my eyes. “Wanna see your cock, Daddy,” I whisper.

" Shit ,” He breathes, sounding more awake. I can feel him get harder against me. “Somebody’s eager. And that’s sweet. I appreciate it, darlin’, I do, but tomorrow,” he decides. He shakes his head and chuckles. “God aren’t you a freak? Trust me when I tell you you’ll wanna see what I’m packing in the light of day.”

“Please, Daddy?” I ask softly, barely able to keep my eyes open, moving my body against him ever so slightly, folding myself further into his grasp. I don’t doubt him, but his cock feels good pressed up against me. He feels so big and warm. “Want you.”

“ Fuck ,” he curses softly, his fat dick prodding my ass now fully and I can tell it’s taking some self-control to keep on resisting. “N-No. Not tonight, baby. Don’t be a fucking brat. We gotta get some shut-eye. You’re practically dead.” I can hear him trying to reason with himself, yawning. “I got a goddamn empire to run in the morning. You’re not that special” he smirks.

“O-Oh, okay. It’s just… I want you is all,” I repeat pathetically, basically back asleep, turning to bury my face in his chest. For a little while it’s quiet as he strokes my hair. “You’re so hot…” I mumble.

He snorts.

“You make me feel safe…”

Just as I start to lose consciousness I hear him say in a sleepy voice:

“Want you too, Y/N...” he says so quietly I almost miss it. He chuckles softly. “But we have all the time in the world, kiddo. Want you to be awake ‘n all…” He pauses and shakes his head. He yawns again. “You need some fucking rest. Want me ? You already have me. Wrapped. Don’t you get it, you little shit?” He murmurs fondly into my hair.

“A’right,” I give in, exhaustedly, fading, reaching for his muscular arm that’s already cradled around me with how he’s holding me —even though I’m not sure I do get it. He grins; I feel it against my forehead. So I snuggle in closer, tighter, feeling so fucking safe and protected I hardly care. “O-okay, asshole. Good night, Negan.”

A/n: Feedback please or just leave a kudos if you enjoyed!!!!!! Chapter 5 will be coming soon but I have to finish writing it and know that people actually want me to post it.

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vaspider · 9 months

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This was a friend of my stepkid. Her murder - this hit-and-run was very deliberate and connected to her ex-boyfriend - is hitting their entire friend group really hard. The GFM is for legal expenses.

#murder #domestic violence mention

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lokiinmediasideblog · 6 months

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Not to go there. But marvel can't shoe white ppl crunched in a cube but are able to show a black guy getting spaghettified and blood and guts going everywhere. (I know its jonathan majors and hes a dixk but still)

I definitely see your point, but I feel like the cube would be more messy and gorier than the spaghettification and time-slipping PG or PG-13 horror we've been shown. At least in my imagination... Take solace I imagine those white people going through worse. And well, I will go on tangents thanks to this ask.

NGL, I've been trying to not get attached to Jonathan Majors's characters because the recent news I've seen regarding the DV case, leads me to believe he's using Depp tactics (I keep seeing claims that the alleged victim accused him and pressed charges when in fact she wanted the charges dropped (from texts)). And most of the claims that clear him from wrong-doing were put out by HIS LAWYER and the claims have been contested, and there's allegedly other victims, and that video were he breaks up a fight seems like an obvious PR stunt. And I don't want to dedicate this blog to that case because I tired out following the 2022 Depp v. Heard case and lost what little faith I had in the judicial system.

S2 was filmed before the allegations. Despite the case, I still got sad Victor Timely got taken so soon, and I was like, they actually gave him and Ravonna nuance! Because the optics of a Black men ruining a white woman's life and the white woman having justification to kill him did rub me the wrong way in S1.

In S2, I was like, it seemed like it was fixing that by giving him nuance and making him endearing and showing that's he's different (another use of an allegory and how variants being seen as the same person can apply to a wide umbrella of marginalized communities and the worst being assumed of some variant archetypes). And the line from Miss Minutes when she "died" saying "You will never be him." Would have more impact. So HE BETTER COME BACK FOR PLOT REASONS. Then again they'll probably all come back somehow. Hopefully.

And while Ravonna is evil for cubing people lol (I just think she's neat), in the context of the show, she's not particularly or unusually evil, because we got Dox (Who puts Thanos to shame), FUCKING MISS MINUTES, Mobius (and the way he treated Loki in S1 and we can assume variants as well), Loki himself, and while Sylvie was justified, she did incinerate a bunch of TVA agents. I was worried they'd make two Black characters the most evil mustache-twirling villains with no depth, but Ravonna just reminds me a lot of Thor 1 Loki.

Anyway, there has lately been a weird trend of casting Black people as villains, usually of the authoritarian kind instead of the usual queer-coding. And I am wary of it.

My main complaint of S1 was Dox and the timeline pruners taking a stand against Ravonna. Like bitch, you're worse than fucking Thanos! I'd have liked it better if they'd all joined to show how corrupt the TVA is.

I feel like I went in a tangent. I just have a lot of critical thoughts about this show even if I like it.

#racism #domestic violence mention #anti jonathan majors #mcu!VictorTimely #mcu!ravonna #mcu!dox #loki series #anon asks #hot takes #loki series critical #loki spoilers #loki season 2 spoilers

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@exquisitexagony sent: [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears & [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding | arthur and leo.

The gentle waves lap at the shore, sand cold beneath her body as she stares at the stars. One hand is twined with Arthur’s, both engulfed in silence. The only light trickles down from the moon, reflecting hauntingly across the water. Behind them, the dune grasses dance in a soft breeze.

She had been to the beach plenty of times, both as a child and as an adult. Summers spent on yachts, trolling boardwalks, and getting kicked out of bars for being underage. A completely different life than the one she was living now. This life where she had somehow found peace even if on the surface it was more chaotic than the previous.

Her hand releases from theirs as she props herself up on her elbows. She looks at them once, then back out across the sea – back again, except,

They’ve become taller. Their curly hair replaced with a short, side-swept style – no longer Arthur at all, in fact. Eric rolls on his side, a wicked smile on his face. His hand closes around her neck so quick there’s little time to react. He drags her under him, choking, choking, choking –

Leo wakes up gasping for air and hideously clawing at invisible hands on her throat, catapulting herself backwards and off the bed. A few kicks have landed against Arthur’s skin – a terrified scream peels from her mouth as she hurriedly shoves herself into a corner. She flails against the wall, hitting a nail head that’s jutting out and ripping her skin. She doesn’t notice the blood – only thinks she sees Eric when her eyes pop open and Arthur is in front of her.

“No, no, no, NO!” She kicks at them, terrified – trapped in the throes of her nightmare. “Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me.” Eyes are wide and wild, feral almost. “Eric I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

#leoxarthur #answered memes #nightmare tw #ptsd tw #violence tw #fear tw #fight tw #domestic violence mention #blood tw #injury tw

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CONNECTIONS & CONTINUNITY.

Maiz has one future-- one where she dies horrifically. Or, she used to have only one. Decisions taken fracture her true, 'original' ending. Now, she is either doomed to live out her own personal dark, bleak future or avoid it altogether (--or to varying degrees, anyway).

MAIN VERSE (Z to Super):

Maiz makes her debut appearance Pre/During the Cell Games. Some 'space' months after the events of Broly -- The Legendary Super Saiyan, she touches down on some unnamed planet for resources, and ends up finding a frozen corpse. At first she thinks about passing it over (and does), but one of her slaves-- a Kokytan, alerts her to a thought/'feeling' they picked up: 'Pain. It hurts.'

The corpse is NOT a corpse.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to bring it back to her ship for further studying. Through testing, she finds out this is a Saiyan body and drops everything to tend to him. Nursing him back to health, Broly is canonically the first survivor she ever sees since the Genocide. This also is the first time in-story she displays altruistic behavior. They eventually bond over time and become friends of the murdering kind. (Broly mentioned here is Kuro's/ @gazelessmenagerie).

Between the Discovery/Recovery of Broly and the last arc of Z, seven years have passed. Maiz at some point returns to the far reaches of outer space to continue her business; maintaining and seeking expansion of her twelve planet-empire. She officially touches down on Earth, and takes issue with the shape of the Race therein; Earthlings. She finds their mortal shells (which are remarkably similar to Saiyans) as a serious affront to her, and makes it a point to punish them for it. The majority of her exploits in-story takes place near Buu Saga and onwards:

Encountering and fighting an alternate Future Gohan that survived 17 & 18 (@likeadragcn).

Encountering, fighting and crushing on Future Trunks (@hopefromadoomedtimeline) In one scenario, he's successful in killing her but falls himself some time later and goes to visit her in Hell with King Yemma's permission.

Encountering Goku Black, allying herself with him and befriending him (@roseplendence) Other things happen. Several things happen, one of which leads her to meet Hearts (@clairvoyantcubes ) .She ... dislikes Hearts.

Encountering, fighting and eventually becoming engaged to/later marrying Future Trunks. (@peoplcshope).

Encountering, antagonizing/instigating a fight with Adult!Gohan, and being a general menace to him because his reactions are funny. (@n3rdb0x).

Encountering Vegeta and slowly bonding with him over lost culture/befriending him, encountering Turles and teaching him the old variant of the Saiyan language, encountering Granolah and antagonizing him about his Saiyan trauma when she finds out about it (@dragvnsovl).

Encountering, trying to and FAILING to antagonize Son Goku but ends up fighting him anyway (@age736).

And so on.

NOTE: Some of the verses detailed above (like the one concerning Broly) may or may not share loose/soft continuity or commonalities with each other! For example:

Z ERA:

The Maiz that fights Future Gohan (in the present timeline) is similar to the one that antagonizes Present/Adult!Gohan. The point of canon divergence is her personality. The version of Maiz that fought his future variant was colder and harsher; she was new to the planet. In fact, this interaction is the origin story for why she despises and loathes humanity (and Earth) so much. Maiz is emotionally and physically aggressive, abrasive, and dismissive of all things not immediately entertaining or interesting to her. In the second scenario, she's visited the planet multiple times but still loathes it with a fiery passion. Present Gohan is unfortunately a victim that was in the wrong place at the wrong time as this version of Maiz has picked up the habit of choosing people (humans, specifically) at random to antagonize/'learn about'. Any and all curiosity she has surrounding Earthlings are malicious in nature.

The version of Maiz that crushes on Thane's Trunks is the one that finds out where Yusuke Urameshi (@thuganomxcs) lives by stalking him. Hilariously enough, it's the same, exact Maiz-- the condescension, the violence, the sadism, aggression and egotism. The only divergence is who she chooses (which affects how she develops). The verse where she's with Yusuke instead is a derivative of this one; she only targeted him because she found out he was an ally or friend and aimed to torture or kill him to get to Trunks. (In actuality, all Trunks did was a pick up job for him, begging the question of how exactly she came about this information in the first place).

Six months later after she failed to get a rise out of Yusuke via banter, her response was to burn his house down and kill sixteen people. When that failed, she resorted to physical violence, concluding he wasn't completely human, because his lack of 'proper' responses to her were odd. She was proven correct. With her new goal of torturing Yusuke in mind, she picked up an Earthling contact to teach her his native dialect. They're still heavily unhealthy towards each other five months later; she's eaten parts of his flesh and drank some of his blood. He encourages her behavior while teasing her (and recently gifted her some of his flesh willingly). Oddly enough, he thinks her violence and unwarranted aggression towards him is attractive whilst she's become accustomed to his voice. This is the first time in-story Maiz has developed any type of sexual masochism.**

**Maiz's budding lean towards verbal degradation applies to Yusuke, only.

Also Trunks, in-story, was the first person Maiz grew romantically attracted to since the Genocide. Her deeper feelings escape self-reflection initially but she's becoming aware something is wrong. They've been enemies ever since they laid eyes on each other, they've been fighting ever since-- and yet, at some point she's shown different sides of herself. A side that knows mercy, a side that knows when to give him a break, one that honors (or remembers) rest. A side that knows jokes and humor-- and gasp!-- she has a flirtatious aspect. A side that remembers Bardock. She does not like what's happening but subconsciously wants him to reciprocate and will not take things well if he doesn't. Their 'relationship', if it could be called that, is complicated by many things; Trunks' moral compass, Maiz's lack of transparency and control issues, miscommunication on both sides and the lack of understanding of who the other really is or could be under the right circumstances.

The tragedy of this romance (if not addressed) leads to a scenario where she dies by Trunks' hands after 11 months of fighting/meeting him. In that verse, they're finally able to make up and talk to each other normally but not at first; Maiz is despondent, reclusive, silent. It's . . . not pleasant to see. After six years of staring at nothing in Hell, she talks to him-- finally remembering how to speak. Even worse, she holds no remorse for all the lives and homes she's destroyed. Unbeknownst to her, this is now fine with him. He doesn't care-- he doesn't have to. He's dead and has no moral obligation to uphold anymore.

The Maiz that meets Goku at the End of Z is disconnected from all other storylines, as are the ones that antagonize Granolah, the Maiz that meets Vegeta and so on.

SUPER ERA:

Maiz is focused on figuring out the secrets of aging to prevent it. She's close to 70, and will start showing her chronical age/her body will start to decline when she hits her 90s or 100s.

This quest for cellular dominance brings her to Black's doorstep. Err, his backyard actually-- and at night. The two are rather cordial and polite all things considered. It's not hard to see why they get along so well so quickly. Seizing his chance to learn more about his body, Black assumes the identity of a "low class Saiyan who was sent off planet" to gain her trust. Fortunately, it works. He is unaware that Maiz is very accepting-- she doesn't once ask why his Super Saiyan state is pink nor why he's like that all the time. Like with Thane's Trunks, she just assumed he was an atypical Saiyan with strange traits. These two bond, and in-story, he's her first friend and confidant, as well as the first healthy relationship she ever has. The base is not violence but one of mutual understanding, respect and civility-- this is because she sought help for her issues when she first suspected something was wrong with her. At first she thought it was a heart issue and so, sought a doctor. Hearts was who she found. It was a heart issue, but not the one she thought. She returns to Black some time later and is glad their bond has not only stayed intact but has grown stronger. They continue their occasional killing sprees on other planets (which eventually crawls into a slow stop due to lack of challenges and other reasons), tea outings and other mundane and not-so-mundane activities. He learns he's capable of caring for someone in that manner and she learns emotional honesty and patience when it comes to him. He's not well-versed in relationships for a reason . . .

This version of Maiz and Trunks (played by Jay) starts off a lot more violently and suddenly. The Maiz depicted here and the relationship itself could be a considered an extreme canon divergence of the Z version. Trunks is post Super instead of Pre Super/Post-Dabura/Dabura Era. He's also a Time Patroller. Maiz doesn't go looking for him-- he brings the fight to her. He has to. If he does not, Earth dies in a cold/heated space war between Universes 6 and 7.

Further differences are: They do not meet on Earth but on other planets. She doesn't know him, doesn't take him seriously, nor does she want to get to know him. Dislike of the other is mutual and strong, so much so that Maiz actually is trying to kill him from the start and is surprised when he doesn't die. Trunks can heal himself to a great extent but he's no Dende. Regardless, Maiz is PISSED when she witnesses him do it in front of her. She breaks a couple of his ribs with a kick for being 'dishonest'. The fighting stretches out over eight months. Both parties are tired of the other and try to end things. Doesn't work, but names are exchanged finally. Maiz is annoyed but curious about him. Eleven months later, same thing-- he discloses he's a Saiyan and his occupation, but leaves out he's only half. She's confused by his moral alignment but welcomes the fight all the same. Less annoyed by him and more curious, Maiz learns in-story to fight up close instead of constantly flinging and hitting him away. He's gotten stronger and yet, Maiz has some sort of advantage-- she's older and more battle experienced than him. The gap IS starting to close, however. He can feel it. It's not until two years later that things come to a head. The full fruits of his labor show-- he's not getting launched or pushed away so easily, and he's able to withstand her cold. Without realizing it, she's trained and conditioned him to be a tank. She's become more analytical and ruthless as well, going as far as to actually look forward to their fights. This was supposed to be the last one because as fun as it was, she couldn't neglect her planets for the thrill of killing one man. It was supposed to be the end. So why did they did end up sleeping with each other in Earth's freezing Tundras? Because she saw Bardock in him.

#Ship Dynamics: You're Lucky to Have Me #{{ Don't be like Tina. Have all your RP notes out and done before you start roleplaying..... 😭 the fact I had to condense so much-#{{IN ONE POST is insane. dear kami I'm never doing this ding a ling shit ever again my GOSH.#{{ I purposely left some details out but this is the gist of her major personal developments-- *holds Maiz up* i think she's neat. :3 #Domestic violence mention #domestic violence tw #violence tw

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bluespring864 · 3 months

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wow wow wow someone mentioned the words domestic violence during this tournament. and btw i wanted to strangle the commentator (was it jim courier?) for comparing aryna to zverev in the commentary box, was that necessary? i know it was purely tennis-wise bc they were both serving very well but maybe don't?!

#edit bc i am suddenly not sure anymore which commentator it was 😬 can someone confirm?#tennis talk #aryna sabalenka #the interviewer asked her to sign a towel so it could be auctioned off to benefit victims of domestic violence and aryna signed 2!#domestic violence mention

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vague-humanoid · 9 months

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ineffectualdemon · 3 months

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Nightmare I just had:

Husband and kid were inexplicably home. Found out I was being called to testify on a domestic abuse case regarding our neighbours. Both sides were asking for me to be a witness and I'l reluctantly chose the dude because the only time I have heard their fights become violent it was directed him

So then I'm going to court. That's in a mall. And I have a craft project which is a big leather stuffed dog that I'm crocheting a fuzzy coat over

I give less than convincing testimony I guess and the empress??? Rules in her favour.

Then two mages walk in and start spelling people's skin off and everyone scatters

I manage to get out of the mall (after briefly reconvening with my party which no involves a lot more people) and we're all trying to get to this one building but we're all taking different routes and I end up in human meat farm run by Alan Davies from QI and it's clear they think they have tricked me into being produce but I was going to hop the very easy to hop fences. There are signs other people have tried to escape but they all attacked the actual fences

Then I woke up briefly and when I went back to sleep I was back at the trial, redoing the testimony and I guess I did it better because he was awarded the win

Which triggered men in blank white masks to come in and start killing people and or turning them into one of them by throwing masks at them

I was still fighting to escape when I woke up the second and final time

Oddly the most horror filled moment were the end with fighting the phantom men and the beginning because it felt like sleep paralysis. I could hear my family but I didn't believe they were home because it was way too early but then they grabbed my hand and I tried to scream and I couldn't. I finally woke up in the dream and they wouldn't explain why they were home so early

And they aren't even actually home

#nightmares #dreams #weird dreams #domestic violence mention #canabalism

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hi, i'm the NTT marriage arc anon, thank you so much for such an in-depth response! i see what you mean, it's weird that the narrative doesn't really engage with what it means for kory to never say no to her parents or even how her siblings feel about kory's situation - for instance, i would've liked to see ryand'r react to the position his big sis has been put in. other than her pain over losing nightwing, she doesn't get a lot of perspective at all. i think since the romance angle was the only focus, i was a lot more sympathetic to nightwing viewing this as cheating - though this might be because of my background too, since in recent years we've had a lot of activist/revolutionary movements advocating for staying with your partner of choice instead of the partner that your parents arranged for you and that's where my mind automatically jumps to. so my reaction was basically "yeah nightwing's right, why doesn't kory fight to be with the person she loves instead!!" because wolfman never even shows her trying, yet her anguish over nightwing breaking up with her is the only focus of her inner monologues.

and it's not like any other aspect of this conflict actually gets addressed later during the resolution - dick just eventually just ~accepts~ the fact that kory had to get married and they remain together. so it's like, what was even the point of the entire last arc if it was just gonna end with dick getting over himself or whatever and dating kory anyway, we didn't need all this drama lol. i think what irritates me is that i can't actually blame nightwing for thinking of kory and tamaran as a so-called backwards culture, because the narrative generally shows them as such. real-world xenophobia tends to be based on baseless assumptions, stereotypes, and misinterpretations of another culture, but wolfman literally shows tamaran as an aberrant, war-torn place to be imo. it's frustrating when a work of fiction half-heartedly tries to depict prejudice or bigotry but then inadvertently justifies it.

but anyway, i think what i liked about the cartoon on the other hand, was that 1) galfore, starfire's guardian who she views as family, also seemed opposed to the marriage but there was nothing he could do since he's not king. plus in the cartoon he didn't sell starfire into slavery like kory's family did in the comics, rather she was kidnapped - so it doesn't come across as kory being manipulated by a selfish family member who did her dirty in the past, but instead like she's nobly sacrificing herself for the greater good. imo that gives her agency and emphasizes her tendency toward heroism and self-sacrifice, whereas in the comics she's purely a victim of circumstance and doesn't even get to stand up for herself or what she really wants outside of everyone else's pressures in the end 2) the entire marriage is all orchestrated by blackfire for her own selfish purposes and once the ruse is up, everyone is unambiguously on starfire's side, which was nice to see. i think that relates to what you said about wanting to see someone other than joey react to this whole situation - it was just sweet to see the other teen titans fight for starfire and her planet against blackfire 3) imo robin + starfire's argument in the cartoon is way more balanced than in the comic because starfire actually strongly believes in doing this even if it means losing robin, who she obviously likes. in the comic she says she has to get married no matter what, but at the same time literally begs and screams nightwing not to go when he also takes a stand and says he can't continue dating her when she's literally going to be married to another man. like i know it's heightened 80s melodrama and even the readers at the time were bored by this based on the letters to the editor columns, but it came across as so pathetic to me. in the cartoon, starfire actually pushes robin back with her powers when he tries to persist, and, because they weren't actually dating at the time, i felt like starfire was justified in telling robin to shove off - in the comics, kory is in a serious relationship with nightwing and i didn't understand how she could ever expect him to be cool with this arrangement lol

also personally i didn't take the episode to be equating beauty to virtue, because the alien looks nothing like anything remotely resembling a human being or what an "ugly" person might look like - so i figured desirability politics wouldn't really apply here, but i get what you mean. again i wonder if they had to be so heavy-handed with showing that the marriage is unwanted, because if it were a conventionally attractive guy instead, ppl would try to justify the marriage somehow :/ i also wasn't trying to imply that you were defending arranged marriages somehow, if that's how it came across lol

re: the comparison with the man who tried to kill his wife for cheating - it's disgusting how normalized that kind of view (I.e. "abuse is just a conflict that can always be resolved with twwue wwove!!") was in not just 80s comics, but even comics that came after. i was reading the 2006 moon knight series and something very similar happens and is justified, that culminates with marc physically abusing his love interest marlene. also during 80s avengers, captain marvel is literally assaulted and yet she falls in love with her abuser later because apparently he hurt her out of his love for her or whatever. and more generally i think the 80s were when the "brucie always sleeps with a dozen air-headed models" thing really took off in batman comics whereas before the playboy thing was entirely a ruse, which really goes to show how shallowly writers viewed women.

This answer will hopefully be shorter because I'm on mobile not laptop :p

Yeah, the way korys general arcs are framed in ntt is pretty unsatisfying and Marv clearly does view her as dicks gf before he views her as a person. I think it might be hypothetically possible to dip a satisfying twist on the Tamaran arc, giving kory more support and making it clear how unfair her situation is (and would be even if she wasn't in a long term relationship). And with your asks and perspective I'm also thinking that someone from a culture where arranged marriages exist would probably be a lot more capable to treating the topic with the necessary gravitas.

I think ntt kory has a fascinating dichotomy where she's like. Very clear about what she wants... BUT she has such an abandonment complex (probably from her parents literally trading her into slavery) that she'll put up with way more in relationships than she would otherwise, and she'll put up with so much of her parents (and komandr becomes a convenient hateable avatar such that kory just puts all the issues on kom and does not acknowledge to herself her parents fault in this)

But anyway that's like a whole nother post I'd need to make when not super tired.

Not sure what more to say wrt Tamaran. I feel uncomfortable saying the narrative justifies bigotry. Like, there are abusive practices that hurt Kory, but that doesn't justify Dick being awful to her.

They definitely aren't a real culture, in that Marv made them up for the story, so all we see is what's on page. There's not like a secret "how tamaranean society actually is" guide out there. I think they are mostly portrayed as war like defensively, in that the whole system is invaded by citadel. Kory does clarify that peace is always preferable to war. I think it's portrayed flatly, but not entirely as negatively as you do. That said... it still is portrayed flatly. I'm honestly not sure if Wolfman was even trying to portrayed dick as prejudiced or what, the writing around there was so messy. (And also clarification: I think that at least some of dicks actions here are ooc, or at least not what I put in my interpretation of his character. My interpretation of dick would not leave a woman with her violent husband just bc they agreed they loved each other)

I sadly agree with you that if they made cartoon korys arranged husband physically attractive there would be some people justifying it... fandom is unreal ;_; I don't think u were really trying to pull in desirability politics I'm just terrified of being misinterpreted lol (hence the clarifying "I don't think arranged marriage is a good thing" last post). That said I still do think that it'd be more clear/a stronger moral if the guy looked human.

Anyway I hope I responded to most of your ask! Ty for sharing your thoughts

#dc comics #anon #ask #the new teen titans #koriandr #starfire #tamaran #domestic violence mention #arranged marriage mention #slavery mention

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