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wonderlandrry · 29 days

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hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesn’t suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)

pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)

blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.

contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green 🍃, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.

word count: 5k

• NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY •

just friends

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Rylan’s honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonight’s argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.

Parting your lips, you sigh, “See you around.”

“Don’t be like that,” A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. You’re not exactly sure why you’re focusing on that but here we are. “It was a joke, come on.”

Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isn’t the first time he’s made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people don’t understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They can’t wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.

“Saying Harry follows me like a stray dog,” You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesn’t know what Harry’s been through. That only pisses you off more. “Was too far.”

“He doesn’t have any friends, Lil, just you.”

“Because he’s smart, he doesn’t have friends because he’s fucking brilliant.” It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now it’s your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you not see how fucked that is?” He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. “You’re supposed to be dating me, not him.”

You scoff, “So that’s what this is?”

Rylan’s hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. “Look, I don’t care that you’re friends with him but you spend too much time-”

That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasn’t the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didn’t have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.

“You’re threatened, huh?” His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. “Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harry’s been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.”

“I see how you guys look at each other.”

Your whole face heats, it’s literally on fire. “You’re seeing things because we’re just friends.”

“You’re in denial.” Fuck. This.

Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasn’t enough to simmer down your anger. You don’t even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. That’s what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesn’t exist but he still won’t accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.

He doesn’t follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didn’t expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions don’t match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.

Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? It’s hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?

From: ball boy (11:35 pm)

you home?

To: ball boy (11:36 pm)

yeah

You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didn’t end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.

From: ball boy (11:42 pm)

open the window before Mack catches my ass.

Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he could’ve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.

From: ball boy (12:46 am)

don’t tell me you’re fucking someone right now

From: ball boy (12:47 am)

fuckin’ sick, lil

Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harry’s cocky expression staring straight at you. It’s too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that he’s amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. He’s done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. You’ve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, he’s your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.

“Nice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.” Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, “Thought you had a date.”

You blow out a breath, “Not anymore.”

He smirks, dimple popping, “Obviously.”

“Thought you had plans.” You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didn’t mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didn’t seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.

His lips purse, “Nah, not tonight.”

“Why?”

He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, “You know why.”

Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, you’d rather die than let him go and that’s selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, “Harry-”

“I’m good,” He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. “Worried about you.”

You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, “Nothing a Star Wars marathon won’t cure, Stud.”

His face lights up, “God, I could kiss you, Lil.”

“Whatever you say, ball boy.” Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe that’s the reason no one believes you’re just friends. But, they’re just jokes, yano.

“Ball boy?” He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harry’s staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you’re completely immune. He’s handsome and you’d be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hair’s tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “That’s fucked up.”

Pulling back, you shrug, “You’re the one who plays with them all day.”

His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, “Baseball, I play baseball.”

You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. “Whatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.”

“Better watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, “because I don’t share with bad girls.”

“Watching Star Wars high?” You grin as he nods. “Man of my dreams.”

Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, “Don’t tease.”

After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. He’s lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.

The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesn’t have an exact science. We’re happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. He’s always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You don’t know what changed but his hands haven’t left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.

Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You don’t allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time you’d get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he can’t get enough, “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. “You?”

“Yeah, that feels good.” His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. “Your t-touch always feels good.” Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.”

Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. “You make everything better for me too.”

Harry’s the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain can’t stop taking him in for some reason. It’s involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. It’s like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.

Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like he’s trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now it’s erratic and fast.

Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends don’t look at each other like this. Especially you guys.

He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you can’t seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.

Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everything’s moving slowly and the next, he’s lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he can’t get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. You’re looking at each other in silence but it’s so fucking loud.

“We should-” He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, “Don’t wanna finally have you if you’ll regret-”

“Won’t ever regret you, H,” Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. “Don’t stop, we’re okay.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation you’ve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldn’t stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.

“Yeah, just friends,” Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. “This doesn’t change anything.”

You lied because this meant everything but you can’t stop.

He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.

You blink back hoping he doesn’t.

“Just friends.” He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.

The words come out breathless.

The words come out easily.

The words come out in cool peppermint.

He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you can’t put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There aren’t enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didn’t know you craved until now.

Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. He’s kissing you like you’re oxygen and he’s hungry for air. Almost like he can’t breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.

Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.

Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, “So fucking pretty.” His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. “Wanna taste you so fucking bad.” Kisses pepper your face, “Wanna make you feel so good, please? ”

“Y-yes,” You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.

“Fuck,” The word’s rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle he’s being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like he’s in pain, “Want you so bad,” His nose runs against your jaw, “Not gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.”

“Sorry,” You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.

“Shh, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.” He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, he’s kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.

“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. It’s too fucking much. “Harry-”

“Need something, Lil?” He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.

“Please-” Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.

“Please what?” Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“I want-” The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No one’s ever asked what you wanted before. “I’ve never-” Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.

“It’s okay,” He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. “Taste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.”

“Fuck,” The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, “Mmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, “Lil.”

Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever he’s around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like he’s committing every muscle movement to memory.

“For fucks sake.” He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.

“Hmm?” The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.

He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. “So pretty when you cum, Angel.”

Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that it’s painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.

He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, “I-fuck-I’m not gonna last.”

Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. “God, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.” He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, “You can take it, just like that, so fucking good.”

Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. He’s the most devastating man you’ve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what you’re afraid to admit out loud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but don’t respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You don’t want to lose him when this doesn’t work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you can’t lose him. You can’t lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because there’s no one you trust more. He’s your best friend.

“Lil?” Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldn’t see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until they’re touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. You’re not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, “There she is.”

“Here I am,” You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.

Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, “You still with me, Lil?”

“Always.” The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. “Gonna get dressed real quick.” A giggle escapes your lips, “Don’t have the money for Ellie’s therapy bill if she walks in.”

“Fuck,” He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, “She’d probably ask to join.”

Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know it’s Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harry’s face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.

From: Ry (2:30 am)

Sorry about tonight.

From: Ry (2:31 am)

Can’t lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldn’t touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.

That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but he’s already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, “Harry-”

Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, “I better go.”

You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesn’t. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, “We need to tal-“

“Friends?” You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know you’re okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.

He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.

“Yeah, Lil.”

Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you don’t think you’d be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.

What the fuck did you just do?

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yurislilygarden · 2 months

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ʚїɞ Self Aware! Hazbin Hotel

ʚїɞ Their reaction after becoming self aware and first thoughts about reader! part 1

ʚїɞ Alastor and Lucifer Morningstar

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: just about 1.7k

ʚїɞ I planned for all hotel characters first but then I realized how much I'm thinking on each paragraph and its details that I decided to just do 2-3 charas per part😭

Very few characters would notice something wrong on the first watch of the show, but wouldn't realize, nor become self-aware until the 2nd or further watch.

While everyone's reaction would be different with different amounts of stages before total acceptance of the situation, they all would share the first emotion, simple disbelief. They would first need to even process the fact that they're not real, that they were created solely for the purpose of entertaining… something? Someone? In a completely different Universe. That everything that they thought had happened to them before they died didn't actually happen, they were never alive in the first place. Only after that did the emotions and reactions differ. The very first emotion or actual personal reaction would be:

ALASTOR

Irritation with a hint of madness.

His first thoughts about the situation would be how ironic it is that he seeks entertainment for himself while his own person, no, character, was a source of entertainment for whatever was watching them from time to time. It was quite ironic how he said that his face was made for radio when the truth couldn't be further from that. He was literally created solely to be watched on that funny colored box by… whatever was watching him and the others.

He was irritated at not noticing that something was wrong immediately, now he thinks about how blind he was, how obvious everything was. The city is actually quiet, too quiet when the noise and demons aren't needed, when they're not meant to be heard. Nothing actually happened that one time when he was out for a fix of his coat, it just got magically fixed, he went and came back when someone else decided he was to do so. They didn’t have much actual free will when he thought about it and that's what he was mad about. He thought that his deal was a massive problem to him, oh how wrong he was because the problem was you.

He doesn't know how he or the others didn't notice the small, glowing butterfly flying above their heads from time to time. They couldn't be that blind, could they? The little crystal thing (could he break it?) must have done something to be unnoticed for so long. He wondered how long they were watched for, the little thing above their heads seemed to be speaking sometimes, seemingly knowing what would happen… at least he thought so, the words would cut out so often that he was left with a pure guess at one point.

He didn't want to accept that he wasn't real, that he was just a 2D character with the sole purpose of entertaining someone. He was meant to be the one entertained, not you. But he couldn't actually do anything, could he? For sure not until more of the people he knew were aware.

That's also something that he noticed. When it came to the hotel staff and guests, he seemed to be the only one who realized the situation at first. It took a few times of some events repeating before he noticed that someone else from the hotel was noticing the little crystal butterfly above their heads as well.

Alastor seemed to be the first, or one of the very first people who noticed that something was wrong. He wasn't sure if someone realized before him, and if they did then who, but he was somewhat glad that he could finally discuss the topic at least a little once the other hotel patrons found out about the truth. He isn't one to really open up in any way, but this was a matter where he had to communicate with the others.

You. He didn’t know what to think of you at first. He did see you in a more negative light at first, under many emotions hitting him at once which he hated but after he calmed down, he started thinking. At first, he was sure you were some sick person seeking entertainment from the suffering of others, and yeah he was doing pretty much the same, but were you really alike when he wasn’t even real and you were? He was pretty sure that he’s never gonna get used to saying that.

Over time, when he stopped overthinking (he’s gonna deny that he was doing that till the day of his 2nd death), he noticed a few changes. The less negative his posture and thoughts were about you, even if neutral, the more he was able to find out. Alastor was able to pick up more than a few words whenever you talked, he was able to hear you talking clearly enough to recognize a possible gender, and something he wasn’t sure that he wanted to think about, it was way easier to pick up your emotions in your words.

I feel like he would be more lenient towards you if it turned out you were a female (or identified as one), but that would be the mama’s boy inside of him talking. There wouldn’t be too many differences of course, but those who spent enough time around him would be able to tell there's a difference after finding out your gender if it turned out you weren’t a man (again, not too much but it IS noticeable).

He would go from lowkey hating you at first to being mostly neutral with a hint of positive light as you seemed to do nothing but watch, up until later on when everyone is self-aware as well and would talk about the whole thing. Only then would the feelings towards you, the little watcher, as he first called you, turn more positive.

LUCIFER

Massive inner conflict and a complete mix of emotions

He didn’t know what to think. It was hard to comprehend that he didn’t actually live for as long as he thought, that all the things that supposedly happened, in fact never were even close to happening, they were just… a scripted past.

Was all his suffering for nothing? Was it there just to entertain someone? Did those things who watched them enjoy seeing them sad and hurt? He was simply lost on what to think about the whole situation, it wasn't something that he could prepare himself for in any way beforehand.

He was disappointed in himself for not noticing immediately or at least faster that something was not right. He's the literal King of hell! Even if… only in a show apparently… but he still is. No one better say anything about that because he's already on the brink of a yet another breakdown. He cannot take much more.

Should he try doing something about this? Or should he stay quiet and go with the script as he's supposed to? He wasn’t sure about the answer himself and had no one to answer his questions. The thought that what he thought were eons of life was actually a lie was… a little terrifying. Who knows just how much can someone force them to do without caring for their opinions because they don’t know that he and the others are aware of everything now, how much can you cause without their consent? He wasn’t sure if you or anyone else knew about them being self-aware or not.

He would actually try to ignore the little butterfly whenever he would see it, but at the same time, many questions were swirling in his mind.

Why were you around? Did you like to see them suffering? Did you have any control over what you saw? Did you have some sort of control over them? Did you have plans regarding them? Did you-

Yeah, again, he has a lot of questions and absolutely zero answers.

His personal feelings about you were all around at first. Not sure whether he should hate, dislike, or be generally negative about you, be more neutral, or be on the more positive side, especially since you didn't seem to do anything but watch them. Like it's all that you could do when it comes to them, but he couldn't be 100% sure.

Similarly to Alastor, he would be one of the characters who noticed something wrong on the first watch of the show before becoming self-aware quite soon after that. I don't think he, nor Alastor, would notice the other knows too fast, since both try to act like nothing's wrong around others. He did not want to be just a 2D character, something to be watched on a screen. It was… humiliating, in his eyes. He could tell that Charlie and the others weren't aware of anything at first so he didn't speak about it until later on when he was sure that they came to their senses, as he would like to say.

He wondered how long were you actually there before he, or anyone else, started to see or notice you, especially since he could literally hear you. Both as the small insect and the occasional words he was able to pick up. And that's if he was to forget the butterfly was literally, softly fucking glowing. Yeah, they're all blind.

I think that if you’re on the younger side, (which technically is any age a human can be alive at compared to him lmao) he would be a little softer, especially if you're similar to his daughter in character. It would come from the paternal side of his, you would probably remind him of Charlie so much :(

He would be more on the negative side at first, as much as he wishes he didn't straight up assume how you were as a person, it took some time but he went into the more neutral zone before being positive about you after being able to hear more of you talking, as he was able to at least have more idea about your character and wasn't completely clueless like at the start.

Your nickname also got changed to something else, something cuter over time, as Alastor’s name for you, little watcher, was deemed not good enough by everyone (Lucifer's words)

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Thinking about the replacement student from that AU you wrote. Thinking about how it must have felt, to so suddenly go from mundane life to being deeply, obsessively loved. Thinking about how, to some people, that would be so /addicting/. Thinking about how they could have found out they’re nothing more than a prop, a test for MC. Thinking about how far they might be willing to go in order to feel that way again, to be loved like that again. I have… many thoughts about this lol

How the "Replacement" student felt after realising they were only a tool to test Mc

Yandere Obey Me Brothers x Mc (Replaced Au)

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Tags: Implied nsfw, self-loathing, envy, replacement goes from hating you to being happy that they're not you, possessiveness, mentioned waterboarding, character backstory, story lore, just some light hearted stuff overall ^^

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So for background, let's get to know our 'rival student'. In most of the Obey Me Replaced Aus, the rival student is always this perfect person who someone managed to bewitch the brothers and someone who wanted the worst for Mc. But this rival student, Alex, isn't what you expect. You see, Alex was your typical geek, always on her phone, scrolling, reading her books about fictional fantasy love interests, stealing away the main character into their magical world. When she was in her second year in college, she happened to come across an attractive man sitting behind a booth that showed an opportunity to study abroad. Seeing how no one was bothering to look at the table, she saw this as an opportunity! The more she talked and got to know the man, the more interested she was in this program. I mean living expenses, costs, and free money?! Why wouldn't she consider taking the exchange program? They're practically paying anyone who signs up!

So after grabbing the man's email and talking back and forth, she was able to read over the consent forms, the legal contracts, yada yada- and signed them all. After the transportation process and the whatnot, here she was at Devildom! At first, she had no idea where she was, infact she was mortified once she realised that she was in hell (or at least a certain part of it). But after the introduction and the promise of safety, especially after seeing some angels walking around- she was able to adjust! So what happened when she met the brothers? Well, she wasn't dumb. She knew these were the seven deadly sins just by seeing how they interacted with each other and hearing them bicker each others names. So, knowing the seven deadly sins, she kept her distance. She heard that there was supposed to be a human around in the house, but no matter how hard she looked - for some reason, she couldn't find you. It was like you were hidden..

As days went by, she noticed a few things. She noticed how the seven lords argued about some sort of 'schedule' that they seemed very competitive over. She noticed the way they were really..Well she couldn't explain it. But they were intense. Their aura alone was suffocating to be around. It was like they were ready to snap at any moment. They were friendly, but in a way that she knew if she pressed any further in a conversation, they would simply stare into her soul with an expression that would send her into a primal fear.

Eventually, after a while- she started to warm up to the brothers. She couldn't recall how or why, but it just happened! They connected so well that she almost forgot that they were the seven deadly sins! During this time, she had actually seen you from the corner of her eye. But if she was being honest, she was too distracted from all the exciting moments the brothers would entangle her in. She had never felt so..Loved before. The feeling of someone always validating your emotions, someone to call out to, someone to be in sync with. It was like her prayers had finally been answered! There was one time you had tried reaching out to her, but she was so entranced by the brothers and their tempting offers of intimacy- she might've brushed you off.

But of course, all things don't last forever - and I guess that's where the rose tinted glasses came off and realilty began to settle in. In reality, the brothers didn't love her. Of course, there had to be a motive behind all those gifts. Demons always have a motive, after all. And that motive so happened to be you. She was just a prop, a tool, an example to be made out of for you. Once she realised that, she grew bitter. It was terrifying how fast they were able to drop the act and reveal their true nature. She felt fooled, helpless, and pitiful. She played the role perfectly. The human fooled by sin.

So when she saw you being bombarded with the love she once had, she grew jealous of you. While you ungratefully received the love she wanted, she got the cold shoulder and mockings. While you would hide and try to blend in with the crowd, she would put herself out there and try over and over again to get their attention. Eventually, she felt the shame rush over her as she realised her desperation and pitiful attempts to win the 7 lords back. That still didn't stop her from hating you, though. She knows it was childish at first, but she despised you. What did you have that she didn't? Why were these unearthly lords so obsessed with you? Why couldn't anyone love her like they loved you..? Don't you see how lucky you are? It's not fair.

So, for a period of time, she was filled with envy. So much envy and bitterness that Leviathan himself would often feed off from her jealousy and snicker at her pathetic state.

Now, did Alex- this 'replacement student get over her grudge? Yes. But in an unfortunate way. After a period of self-loathing and wrath against you, she realised how much freedom was held back against you.

She noticed the markings of their packs littered across your body, she espically took note on how the eldest brother Lucifer would make sure to that your clothes would reveal those certain areas, even if it came off as..Exposing. She saw the way Mammon would cling onto you painfully tight. She recalled how uncomfortable you looked when his claws would push against your hip a little too hard. She remembered the time when she saw Leviathan drowning a poor angel that you talked to from one of your classes while you cried and begged for him to stop. She could remember the way he nonchalantly went on his phone while his tail wrapped around their body, pushing them up and down for long periods of time against the cold waves- only stopping when you agreed to his request with a smile on his face. There were nights where she'd hear you screaming in Asmodeus's room..Though she doesn't really want to talk about that..To save you dignity of course..She also doesn't look at Asmodeus's devilgrams as well for those reasons...Yeahh..She could go on a whole tangent about what she's seen, but she knows it's enough for her to realise that she really dodged a bullet. This was a blessing in disguise! A lesson to be learned!

So Alex stops trying to get attention on herself and continues on with her life. Learning witchcraft, magic, and the education that hell had to offer. She's still trying to get over that awful feeling of betrayal and jealousy. But the more she looks into their eyes, the more she realises how severe the situation is. Especially when one night, Belphegor had visited her dreams and gave her a nice little 'warning'. (She now tries to avoid sleeping as much as possible and has scars all over her body)

So every time you go missing and the brothers ask where you are. She'll just point to where she saw you run off and hide away somewhere to avoid seeing what happens next. Overall, when it comes to finding that love again and dealing with the losses, she copes in many ways. Either imagining scenarios in her head of what could've been or journaling in her book. But if you were to ask her if she would steal the brothers away from you, her answer would be an immediate no.

She couldn't imagine going through what you have to go through. At this point, it's a "love them, not me!" situation. So for now, please leave her alone, let her deal with her heartbreak, and just don't pull her into your circle of hungry demons.. Please.

A/N: Funfact, Mc had once snuck in a "help me" note to the replacement student. The replacement student in question ripped the note and pretended like nothing happened! It's not her fault that when you gave her the note that Beel was breathing down her neck!

Also.. Alex was given consent forms and an early notice about arriving at RAD. You? You didn't have that luxury..

Surprisingly, Satan and Lucifer are chill with her since they know that she understands the circumstance and plays by the rules. Because of this, she made a request to move to the house of purgatory in the guise of "not being in the way."

Mc tries to reach out to the replacement student because they know that Lucifer and Satan are on good terms with them..

But thanks for the ask!! If anyone has any questions or specific scenes they want out of my Yandere Obey Me Replaced Au-, let me know!

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risuola · 9 months

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Yoohoo!! Love your work, darling!

May I request a Megumi X reader for 22, 33, and 34?

Smut is optional honestly, free wheel!

Angst would be there I suppose.

Cheating? As you wish.

Violence and darkness? All up to you, darling.

I hope you have fun writing!

ALL MAD AND POUTY — F. READER x FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Megumi might not be the best in expressing his feelings, so it's no wonder why when he saw you getting up close and personal with his best friend Yuji, he got all mad and pouty.

cw: angst, characters are aged up to 18+, cheating implied, hurt and blood briefly mentioned, fluff at the end — 2,1k words

PROMPTS: 22. You’ve got what you deserved. 33. It’s not what it looks like. 34. So, you cheated with my best friend?

a/n: thank you for the request! it gave me a chance to write for Megumi, so for me it's a win :3

"Why didn't you use your divine dogs?" you coughed, frustration evident in your voice as you pressed your hands onto the deep wound on your side, trying to stop the heavy bleeding. It was easily avoidable; you wouldn't have had to suffer the blow if your boyfriend had reacted as he usually did. But he looked at you from above, his eyes piercingly cold.

"I've decided they're unnecessary," he shrugged, unfazed by the crimson that was slowly soaking through your clothes. "Shoko will probably heal you, it doesn't look critical."

"Wow, that's great, thanks Megumi," muttering, you collected yourself from the ground and went straight to the car, so that Ijichi could drive you back to the high school and you could seek medical help. Fushiguro followed and in the back seat, you leaned against his shoulder, trying to find some comfort in the pain that pulsed through your nervous system, but he flinched the moment your head rested on his body.

"Can you sit up straight? I'm kinda tired."

"And I'm bleeding. What's the matter, Megu?"

"Well, you got what you deserved."

"What I deserv- what does that even mean, what I deserved?" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. One thing you were certain of – Megumi was angry and you had no idea why.

Two days had passed since Megumi had deliberately refused to help you on the battlefield. Your wounds were messy, but Shoko managed to treat them so well that you couldn't feel much more than subtle discomfort in your side, and to be honest, you were more consumed by thoughts of your partner's unusual behavior than anything else. Back in the car, he avoided any further conversation, turned his body to the window, sneering and paying you no mind for the entire ride, and you gave up trying to force the issue. When you arrived, he simply went his way, leaving you covered in blood, fortunately in the hands of Ijichi.

But his act had to have a reason, he wouldn't go all mad and pouty for nothing, and he certainly wouldn't endanger you for nothing. Well, you liked to think he wouldn't put you in danger even if you suddenly became his enemy, but things apparently changed.

"Megumi, may I?" you asked, knocking lightly on his door and pressing the handle, only to find that he locked the entrance. "Hey, Megu, we should talk."

"Do we have anything to talk about? I'm a little busy," his voice reached your ears from inside the room, a tone indifferent and cold, but you knew better than to believe it. There was a subtle undertone of hurt in both his voice and his demeanor, and the fact that you might have done something to hurt him sent you into a spiral of guilt and panic attacks. You spent two nights unable to sleep because of the raging thoughts in your head.

"Please talk to me, I need to know what happened. Hey, baby?" you tried, knocking again, this time softly, just to let him know that you're close and waiting. "Megumi, I won't leave before we talk. I'll stay here even if for the whole night."

Fushiguro groaned in annoyance. He really had no desire to look at you, listen to you or do anything with you. The fake, poisonous smiles you had been giving him for the last month made him sick of you, of Itadori, shit, he was even angry at Nobara, because who else would know everything if not her. Megumi felt stupid for not noticing it earlier, but when it hit him, it hit him hard.

That day, a month ago, he returned to school earlier than planned. His solo mission went smoother than expected and his mood was light and bright when he got out of Ijichi's car. He hoped to quickly reunite with his friends, who he always said annoyed him, but everyone knew it was his way of showing affection. He was also especially happy to reunite with you, his absolute best companion, a favorite person in the world, his love and his girlfriend. Quietly, as he always did, he approached Itadori's room, from where a mixture of soft laughter reached his ears. The doors were unlocked, slightly ajar, and he wanted to push them open, but then he heard your voice.

"We can't tell Fushiguro about this," you said cheerfully, your tone breathless and absolutely worn out, and he knew that sound. He heard it before, so he held his breath and peeked inside.

"He would feed me to his dogs if he knew," Itadori was just as exhausted, joyful as he held you in his arms, lying on the bed with you on top of him. Quickly, Megumi retreated and padded back to his own room, as if he hadn't seen anything, but the image stood clear and sharp in front of his eyes, every time he saw you after that. On the same day, you approached him with open arms, with so much something that he thought was love. He couldn't help but wonder what was it if not love?

His door swung open aggressively, almost making you trip, and when you looked up at him, you could see anger twisting his usually calm features. Your heart clenched at the sight of his furrowed brow, his narrow, dark eyes, and his tight jaw.

"Gumi, hey," you tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled back, letting you into his room but refusing to touch you. "Did I do something to hurt you?"

"I don't know, did you?" he snapped, kicking his doors shut with a loud thud.

"You tell me. Please, Megu, I don't understand what's gotten into you lately. Yuji told me that you avoid him as much as you avoid me, we're both confused, I-"

"Of course, Yuji cried to you about it. You seem close, huh?"

"We're friends?"

"Friends, sure," Megumi stood tall above you and you looked up at him with so much confusion, it angered him even more. Unable to control his emotions, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the nearest wall, slamming his other hand right next to your head. You winced, shocked to the core and genuinely frightened by the sudden burst of aggression. You knew, you hoped, that he wouldn't hurt you, but as you remembered your last mission together, you began to have doubts.

"Megu-"

"I saw you." he cut in. " A month ago, I saw you and Itadori in his room. Panting, you were lying on top of him, laughing that you could not tell me about it," Megumi scoffed, almost freezing you to death with his icy gaze and his equally cold tone. "Hah, Itadori was afraid that I would feed him to my dogs if I found out, and to be honest, I thought about it, but I don't want them to get sick."

"What? Christ, I would never..."

"You're always so bubbly and touchy with Itadori, and I get it, I'm not that warm and emotional, I guess, but if it's not me you want, then why bother, huh?" he growled, spitting words with rage as his fingers dug into the wall next to your head. “I couldn’t give you what you wanted, so you cheated with my best friend?”

“Megumi, it’s not what it looks like.”

"If it's not what it looks like, then what is it? How could you end up so out of breath, in my friend's bed, on top of him, huh?"

You were silent for a moment. All his words hurt you to the core, and you tried to replay the situation he's referring to. You remembered that day you were in Yuji's room, but were you that careless to draw a picture so suggestive?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you saw this? Why didn't you tell me anything?" you asked, exhaling deeply, angry at yourself for hurting the boy you loved so much. "I never wanted to hurt you, Megumi."

"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? I tried to find a reasonable explanation for what I saw and I watched your interactions with Yuji. It all seems pretty self-explanatory."

"It's really not like that."

"Fuck, I hate this," he groaned, stepping back and distancing himself from you in a few large steps. It hurt, it hurt him so much. You were his first love and Yuji was his first friend and yet the two of you, together, behind his back. He couldn't understand it, he hated it. "Why the hell are you lying? I saw you. I heard you."

"Megumi," you tried, but he didn't listen. Every time you wanted to grab him, to ground him, he just snapped your hands away, looked at you with so much pain that it felt like the sadness in his voice burned scars on your skin, seeped into your heart. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hug him and tell him it's okay, it's not like that, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't let you speak, he snapped at you harder and harder. His hands flew, his eyes tore you apart. You saw the glisten of tears in them, he was so hurt and you knew that if he started to cry, you'd lose it.

Forcibly, you took him by his clothes, then wrapped your hands around his middle and spun him around. Losing his balance, he grabbed your shoulders trying to stop the momentum, but you pulled him through the dance. Finally, his knees hit the edge of his bed and he collapsed with your weight on top of him.

"This is pretty much how I ended up on top of Yuji in his bed," you explained, loosening your grip around him. "But with less force and more joy. We were happy, we laughed and hugged. Yuji is strong, he lifted me up, turned some circles and lost his balance." A sigh left your lungs as you rolled off of his body and fell onto the bed next to him. "We were planning for your birthday. We know you hate that day because Gojo always does something so extra and embarrassing... we wanted to take you on a trip, just you, me, Yuji and Kugisaki. We planned movies, mini golf, lots of your favorite foods and also some general chill, away from Jujutsu high and Gojo-sensei. But Yuji insisted on doing something cheesy, like bringing you the biggest cake with our wishes hand-written on it, and making it dark and fancy, but with bursting sprinkles inside, so that when you cut into it, you'd automatically be covered in colorful confetti. Yeah, he thought you'd feed him to your dogs if you found out. This was all supposed to be a surprise for you, we already made some arrangements. Fuck, we knew you'd probably hate the idea of a party anyway, so we were desperate to keep it secret, and we planned most of it while you were away on missions."

"What are you talking about...? My birthday is-"

"In a month. It's already November, your birthday is in few weeks."

Megumi fell silent. The year flew by, he didn't even notice a change in the weather, he just lived through it somehow, and now it was almost December. Everything you said echoed in his head, somehow slowly making more and more sense. He was so focused on finding proof of your affair with Yuji that he had ignored every remark Nobara made about the upcoming party. And lately, you were making more calls, always stepping aside so he wouldn't hear you. A few times he saw you sneaking out with Yuji, who was smiling like an idiot. Megumi didn't even think of any other reason for all that.

"So that's it?"

"Yes, idiot. I love Yuji, he's like my brother. You are my boyfriend, you are my absolute favorite grumpy and pouty person in the whole universe. I wish you would have come to me sooner.”

"I hate surprises..." Fushiguro grumbled and covered his face with his hands, feeling stupid but also relieved. It was as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his chest felt lighter than it had in weeks, and he began to laugh. "Damn, how I hate surprises."

"Well, that's good, because this one is definitely ruined," you muttered, getting up from the bed. "But now you're going to pretend like you don't know anything and you're going to take this confetti right in your face and thank for it, because I'm not going to ruin Yuji and Nobara's efforts with the fact that I had to tell you."

"Okay," he sat up as well and wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from walking away as he pressed his face to your stomach. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, baby," you brushed through his hair with your fingers.

"And I'm sorry I let you get hurt."

"Well, I still love you, so I guess that's okay too."

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shinjisdone · 1 year

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When you have an Secret Admirer - and it's not them (1; Heartslabyul)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it...

"To my Dearest Ramshakle Prefect..."

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 5: Pomefiore

Part 6: Ignihyde

Part 7: Diasomnia

The school day goes by as the sun slowly sets. An orange hue adorns the roof of the Ramshakle dorm, even letting its somewhat shabby exterior appear charming. Laughter fills the cool air as both Ace and Deuce insisted on accompanying you to your dorm. Surely you aren't an mere outsider anymore after all these...overblot incidents but they were so stubborn sweet that you barely argued with them.

It was Grim's high-pitched snicker that snapped you back into reality.

"Oi, henchman, there's a letter for ya - and it's in all pink~!"

Ace Trappola

The first to immediately tease you that you've got a "Secret admirer~! Ooooh!"

As you appraoch the door you can see the pink letter carefully slid between the handle and wall. Your name was elegantly written on it.

It was only after you opened it and he peeked to see the first few sentences - 'To my Dearest Ramshakle Prefect' did he suddenly clam up and and his heart fell down to his stomach.

No way. No, no, no, no way! For real?!

Nah. Nah, nah, nah. This happens in these cliché movies and manga where someone really doesn't have the guts to approach their crush in person. People really do things like that?!

The moment both you, Deuce and Grim side-eye him for his sudden silence, he instantly perks up with a breahtless cackle to save face.

"Oh my Sevens, (Name)! You out of all people got a...a secret admirer?!" He would reach for the letter with a sweaty hand only for you to tuck it away. 'No way, Ace' you say, 'It - It couldn't be. This letter is for me anyway, so shut it! You can't peek!'

Oh oh.

His heart dropped even further. Is..your face getting red? Oh, no. He doesn't like that.

Still, he saves face by bringing his sweaty hand up to cover his face as his eyes dart around. "Fine, fine," He lies, "Just read it, dummy. Do tell us what it is about...! And from whom...!

He awkwardly winks.

Bidding goodybe by lightly punching your arm, he went to his own dorm with Deuce. The latter asked about his sudden shift in character.

"Nothing's wrong. I just find it hilarious if the Prefect did end up having a secret admirer! I mean, can you believe it?! What are we, a bunch of middle schoolers?

He sweats through the entire walk home and barely greets his schoolmates. He ended up not sleeping well that night.

Shoot. He really doesn't like that.

Deuce Spade

Deuce jumps when he heard Ace teasing you. His first instinct was to shut him up but the words itself were startling.

Oh my gosh...a secret admirer? Those things were real?!

He never had one admittedly...well, no surprises there considering his past.

"Dude, can you not make fun of (Name) for one entire day?!" He looks back at you for approval but blinks and - involuntarily - grimaces at the sight of you blushing while denying it. Ace couldn't be right, could he?

The mention of a love letter already flustered him, even if he wasn't the recipient but the fact that it was for you and that you were...flushed an obvious shade of red that even he could notice, left an sour aftertaste. He could feel his stomach twisting.

He hesitates before lightly shoving Ace and his grabby sweaty hands away from you, "Don't listen to him. It's your letter...just read it whenever."

Even saying something like that makes him want to barf.

You nod before waving goodbye - still with your face red. He really disliked the sight even knowing that you thanked him for sticking up for you against Ace's shenanigans. Why isn't he happy as usual when you thank him?

He looks back to Ace. "What's, what's wrong with you? You're suddenly so super weird." The latter just laughed it off, still sounding nervous. There was a part of Deuce that was glad his friend was so focused on his own nervousness, that he couldn't notice Deuce's mixed feelings of this.

This...wouldn't matter tomorrow, right...? He'd wake up and pick you up at Ramshakle as usual, right?

Deuce couldn't sleep. He went outside for some fresh air as he often felt sick throughout the night.

Cater Diamond

A new day is here yet no one seemed to be able to forget yesterday's incident - and CayCay noticed!

He went on an on, trying to pry the problem out of his dear, cute juniors but they didn't seem to budge. Ace would just brush him off, first starting with a 'All is swell and well as long Dormleader Riddle doesn't know...!' but now his excuses were limited to 'What, you tryin' to be the most caring and annoying senior of the month here?' His tone was as exasperated as before, however.

Deuce on the other hand seemed to be open to share but something would always hold him back last second. He'd sweat and blush and pout before shaking his head, offering a wobbly smile.

Cater continued to openly bother help the two until you arrived at Heartslabyul. What a surprise! His favorite, adorable junior coming to visit him?!

You approached him and he couldn't be happier! Oh, what's that, you wanna talk to him in private? Sure, he says, as both Deuce and Ace share a look.

Even so, Cater couldn't help but notice your flushed face as well as something being hidden on your person. Was that a pink piece of paper?

"Um, Cater-senpai...do you happen to have...pastries here for me?" You ask, nervously, trying hard to avoid his gaze. The guy appeared to be confused before you discreetly showed him the letter.

Oh. Oh...maybe, things are starting to make sense now.

He was able to see a few sentences the moment you showed him the contents. You admitted that you felt like you could talk about this...case with him. At least a little bit.

'I feel as though a letter alone isn't enough. I want to do something special for you...something as sweet as you, I made for, perhaps it could lighten your mood and your opinion of me.'

Chatty Cater was left speechless.

His gaze slowly wandered to the kitchen, then back to you. "Pastries...?" He muttered, "For - For you?" He looked back to the kitchen. A sweet aroma did come out of it.

Suddenly, he went up to your face, visibly distressed. "(Name)-chan, do you know from who this letter is?"

You take a step back, startled. "No...it's not signed - I mean, it is, it's just...as 'Your Secret Admirer'." You make a face as he leans coser - before suddenly shifting back to his original postion.

No. No way.

"Uh, Trey! Trey!" Cater calls out as he grabbed your shoulders and marched into the kitchen with you. His grip was tight even as you complained at the sudden take off.

"Trey, we've, uh, got a...problem."

Trey Clover

Trey almost dropped the bag flour when the door busted open with Cater pushing you through it. He readjusted his glasses before eyeing you two up and down.

"Trey-!" "What's the hurry? I'm baking one of Riddle's tarts right now." Before he could say anything more, both of you (or rather, Cater almost carried you) scrambled to the cupboards in the corner, hastily opening them (Cater was).

In return, the vice housewarden put his utensils back with a sigh. "What is it-" "(Name)-chan's got a love letter!"

You jumped as you shushed your senior, giving him a slap on the shoulder. Trey almost let go of the handkerchief in his hands.

His yellow eyes narrowed as they rapidly blinked, "L-love...love lett-" Only for him to be shushed by you, too.

Murmuring complaints under your breath you briefly showed the letter and its contents while Cater hastily explained the possible plan of this secret admirer. He still continued to open them left and right while Trey ducked down, his nose almost touching the pink piece of paper. He was able to peek a few lines before it was snatched away from his gaze.

'I don't want you to believe that this is some kind of prank. You'd probably expect it since you're magicless - but maybe you'd consider giving me the benefit of the doubt...'

'...ever since I saw you, I could kinda tell that you were a good person...and so very sweet to everyone, giving them a chance...'

'I admire you being able to be a good student at this college, even sharing classes with a cat while you can do no magic. I know it sounds crazy but this school is haaaard and I myself always have difficulties even being here...'

Trey could feel his heart beating against his rib cage as the words echo in his head, as he watches you snatch the letter back against your chest with pressed lips and flushed cheeks - and everything else seems to ring in his ears as he pulls a face the moment he heard Cater yell and everyone else burst into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, it's true! There are a bunch of pastries here with white roses!"

Riddle Rosehearts

The marching of his heels could be heard throughout the staircase and many began to panic. Riddle begrudgingly left his studies to see the commotion he so clearly and loudly heard from his room. With ease he pushed back the kitched door and found himself yelling with his usual strict tone again. "What in the name of the Queen is going on here?!"

The redhead could only raise a brow as almost all dormmates shakily pointed at you. Your flushed visage went pale in a second you noticed him walking up to you.

"Riddle-senpai...!" You waved your hands even as Riddle's gait became far more poised and his expression calmer once he saw you. With an almost neutral face he greeted you (and expected just a little common slip up from you and to...just pat you on the shoulder as a warning.) and leaned to the cupboard in the corner that Cater was facing, scratching his neck. In a flash his composure was ruined and he fell into his old habit - his face fuming red in anger.

"What is this?! A basket full of pastires decorated with white roses from our garden?! This is a crime against all rules of the Queen!"

He snapped his head back to the many students who were already trembling and attempting to run through the door, jump out the windows or cower behind the counter.

"Who thought of this prank?! It's off with your head!!!"

Screams ensued so loud and far that Trey jumped in-between. Deuce followed with an apologetic bow while Cater and Ace motioned for the rest to flee. The vice housewarden quickly interjected with Riddle's plan, whispering into his ear. The moment you noted what was exchanged, you came between them, your face as flushed as theirs.

Riddle darted his wide-eyed gaze to yours, his face as red as a cherry - and so was yours, he feared. Inhaling deeply, he cleared his throat before approaching you and holding out his hand. It seems he has forgotten about the commotion and was deaf to the weepings (of having survived another tantrum of the dormleader) outside.

"...(Name), may I take a look at this...letter?" His voice involuntarily cracked and he cleared his throat again. You answered by shoving it behind your back. "(Name), this is a violation against the Queen's rules so this concerns Heartslabyul. I..have to know."

He had to know who the criminal was...for, for justice. Nothing more and...nothing less.

You shake your head, facing the basket. "Just let me see this...gift," Your voice grew small at the last word, almost as if you had to admit it to yourself what this truly was. "Maybe it's not connected...maybe it's just a prank". Gingerly leaning in, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight. The aroma was mesmerizing and so was the icing and entire form of the cookies, muffins and small cakes. White roses were indeed on and circling around the basket, droplets of dew adorning the soft petals. It seemed everything was done with so much care behind them...including stealing fresh roses the night before, it seems. On top of the basket, you found a thick but small note: 'You found them! I hope you enjoy the treats. I wish to give you these white roses too - when I first heard of the rumors from Heartslabyul, everyone deemed you some magicless troublemaker out for attention but I never really believed that...so white roses, because after all you've done for the dorms, I know you are innocent and pure...and red roses are kinda stereotypical, don'tchu think? And don't worry because of the dormleader...this was first just an idea that grew into a plan. I'll be sure to give you much more to make you believe me and my affection for you. So, look forward to it, okay?

Your Secret Admirer

This was it. You were officialy going to faint.

You went back home, trying to discreetly carry the big basket without bringing too much attention to it...even though today's incident will surely be talked about among the Heartslabylul students, carried on in the cafetria and then...you groaned as you went through the door and pushed the thought aside. You..really wanted to try one muffin before Grim could even find your gift from...your own secret admirer.

Oh my god, this was so cringey. And overwhelming. And sweet. And was this even real? It..still could be a prank though...cruel people can find a way to bring one's hopes up only to smash them into pieces. Yet...you didn't really wanted to think about that now.

Ace pouted back in his shared room with Deuce after you brushed him aside. He persisted that, yeah this has to be a prank! Let him taste-test this for you, in case there is some kind of spell put on it - weirdly enough Riddle encouraged him so. That is a possibilty, is it not?

And yet as he did, he begrudgingly had to be honest. These were insanely good, perhaps even better than Trey's, though he kept his mouth shut on that one. Riddle tested it too and approved with a frown, Deuce was hesitant until Ace shared his cookie with him and Trey didn't even wanna know. He just shrugged and shook his head with a jaded smile as he believed the four of them. All five of them couldn't get the small smile on your face out of their heads.

"...Okay, so," Deuce started, looking on the floor. "This is the real deal then. An actual love letter and s-secret admirer for the prefect..."

"Yeah, it's really damn weird." Deuce snapped his glare up to his friend, pulling a face. "Shouldn't we be happy for (Name)? It could be something good. And, I mean, we are students, that happens in schools..." Ace swiftly turned around, eyeing the bluehead suspiciously. "You have no idea what you're talking about, dude. This is Night Raven College, weird stuff happens all the time here! I'm telling you someone's pullin' a serious bigass prank on (Name). And I'm not gonna stand around and wait for that to happen!"

Deuce looks up, shooting up from his bed. "Oh no, Ace, you don't mean-" "I am!" Through his cockiness, his face still grew red.

Riddle sighed as he cleaned the kitchen together with Cater and Trey. The latter two would often share a look before the dormleader began to raise his voice. "Starting tomorrow we will find this criminal for breaking one of the Queen's rules and put them to justice."

"Uh, you sure? I, I mean it was just a gift..." Cater trailed off, looking away. Trey loudly sighed, "Besides, this is none of my business - or ours. It's (Name)'s..."

One utensil clattered on the table before Riddle briskly turned to his friend. He offered a determined glare even as his palms started to sweat. "Trey," He began confidently, "Roses were stolen from the garden. This concerns me- all of us," He quickly corrected, "It doesn't matter if it's from (Name)'s 'secret admirer', if anything that person is disregarding rules, a criminal. (Name) deserves better than that."

Trey could almost hear the spite in Riddle's tone but decided to stay quiet. He ran his hand through his hair and adjusted his glasses. "Whatever you say, dormleader. Let's just hope this won't be more troule than it seems."

Bonus!

[yeah, ok, I kinda went overboard but also feel like its not enough - so here is everyone's thoughts after the scenario!]

Ace

Oh. My. God.

So, that was real. The treats were real. And they tasted good, too! Damnit!

Ace is still adamant that this is some sort of prank. It has to be! He was fooled once or twice by Azul and Co., that doesn't mean there aren't any dumbasses trying to trick you! You're an easy target! Magicless, living in some shabby dorm with a cat and ghosts! You got only him and Deuce! and maybe Jack, Epel and Sebek. And some 'Tsunotarou' guy? Pff, whatever.

He will make sure nothing is gonna happen to you! As your best friend, he's gotta make sure...! And, well, protect you!

It's the only thought process that keeps him from being a nervous mess. If it isn't that possibility, then that means someone really does have a crush on you and will, ya know, try to - ew - 'woo' you, or somethin'.

Ace is determined to find the 'prankster' and prove you he was right! In doing so, he would also prove it to himself and therefore be calmed. There's no way someone could be doing this...before him, right?

It's a mix of nervousness and denial. It only worsens when he slowly sees you happily accepting this 'courtship'.

Deuce

Holy crap...that was the most confusing and romantic thing he has ever witnessed.

The most mixed on all of this. An secret admirer doesn't sound like a bad thing and he wants to give this person the benefit of the doubt - maybe they mean well and just like you! And you seem to be accepting of that, alas a bit subtly and hesitantly.

Though he can't help this twisted feeling inside his stomach and the beating of his heart. He blushes as bright as you whenever the topic is mentioned as if he was the receiver of that person's affections! It is just...he cannot explain it to himself that this isn't wrong. He cannot find a reason why this could be wrong (aside from Ace's constant theories on what this plan actually could be) but it just doesn't sit right with him.

He should be happy for you! Yet, he isn't. He can't.

Ace does mention the possibility of someone wanting to hurt you and that does get Deuce riled up. If that is the case, he'll surely show them the ol' two, leave their face a bit black and blue...but he cannot believe it just yet. You seem so flattered by everything...he can't take that joy away from you by being like Ace.

Deuce grows frustrated and decides to not play by the redhead's rules - that letter was for you, dammit! He's just gonna go up to you himself and ask you how you feel about this ordeal!

A part of him hopes it is a bad guy...so he can save you from the unnecessary tears.

Cater

This was???? Shoot, he didn't take a pic! Not that he could, he was more worried of what Riddle might have done;;

So. Now this is real. It took him three years being in NRC but he is finally being witness of an classic 'secret admirer' story...or shenanigan because nothing can be normal here.

Exciting in normal cases! He'd love to have an extra blog to follow this story and 'crack the case' of that secret admirer! Should be easy enough since you are the lucky one.

But unlike his juniors, Cater is honest with himself.

He really doesn't want you to have an secret admirer.

Well, because, of course not! He likes you!

It's a bit of a shame...such a scoop but it has to be his favorite juniour. You attract more attention and trouble than he thought.

Cater is not exactly jelaous or panicked...perhaps in due time. Until then, he decides to step away and just keep a very close eye on you. Part of him hopes this secret admirer dude is true to their word and there will be more surprises! How exciting!

On the other hand...just don't have a crush on his crush, k?

Trey

BIG. SIGH.

Why can something not be normal here? A bask full of treats (that are apparently better than his?) almost gave him a heart attack.

On Riddle's command, Trey has to be a part of this now, doing his utmost to find a 'rule breaker' and 'criminal'.

Part of him kinda respects this admirer for having the guts that no one else really has...sure, it's more 'grandious' and public than he'd prefer, but well, good for them.

Everything is more like an annoyance and chore to him than anything. Riddle, the dorm, Cater and now creeping through he hallways of the college to find some person while the news have most likely spread around like a wild fire (and if they haven't, they will be thanks to Azul and his eels).

He really wished none of this happened.

Mostly because someone is going out of their way to offer you a giant, grandious, over the top confession that will haunt him for the rest of the day weeks.

And out of all things...why did they charm you with pastries? That's like nasty pang to the side.

Just get this over with. Have someone call it a hoax. Go back to the dorm, invite you to the kitchen and flatter you with real sweets this time, all made by Trey and no one else.

BIG. SIGH.

Why can something not be normal here? A bask full of treats (that are apparently better than his?) almost gave him a heart attack.

On Riddle's command, Trey has to be a part of this now, doing his utmost to find a 'rule breaker' and 'criminal'.

Part of him kinda respects this admirer for having the guts that no one else really has...sure, it's more 'grandious' and public than he'd prefer, but well, good for them.

He really wished none of this happened.

Mostly because someone is going out of their way to offer you a giant, grandious, over the top confession that will haunt him for the rest of the day weeks.

And out of all things...why did they charm you with pastries? That's like nasty pang to the side.

Just get this over with. Have someone call it a hoax. Go back to the dorm, invite you to the kitchen and flatter you with real sweets this time, all made by Trey and no one else.

Riddle

Ridicilous...what kind of game is this? He's never heard of something this preposterous before!

Well, he literally never did...he thought things such as secret admirers were just a fantasy...in non-academic, fictional books he wasn't allowed to read...

Nevertheless, someone broke into the Heartslabyul kitchen, used it without permission and on top of that, stole roses from the garden. White ones, too!

The first thing in his mind is to make this right. Find that person, punish them fine, let them know of their wrongdoings. This cannot go! What if others believe Heartslabyul to be just some...kind of freebie storage of flowers and pastries they can snatch whenever?

As a dorm leader, Riddle must fix this.

The second thing in his mind is that all of this is done for you.

It feels oddly sweet to Riddle...those stories of tender love were true...

Still, he can't find himself fond of these proclaims of love.

Riddle isn't as honest to himself as Cater nor an irrational denier like Ace but...he knows he doesn't like any of this and knows it's connected to you...

In the past he would have brushed it aside and in the worst case scenario, will find anyone else in the wrong and be faulty - mainly you and that admirer for stirring this stress inside of him.

But these pangs in his heart are all his own concerns to deal with, that he knows.

Riddle doesn't like to think of you accepting this confession hence why he avoids you and distracts himself by finding this lovey-dovey student. He's only going to correct them on how to properly do this without anything resulting in theft.

And yet even so...if they listen and do as he says, do things the right way...will that really be okay to him?

If they ever confess and you accept...even though it was done correctly, without anyone getting hurt or harmed...will Riddle be okay?

The redhead cannot take this experience away from you, it is up to you to know how to deal with this. But seeing how this scheme of love and affections plays out in the upcoming weeks, there's something in Riddle that makes him wonder if he should have been that secret admirer to you months ago...and none of this would be happening now.

[yeah, watch me write so much of Ace, my favorite Deuce, and my perfect Riddle that I aDorE...and then teenee tiny cookue bits for cater and trey :,) ]

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #heartslabyul #twst scenarios #Ace Trapolla #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #secret admirer #part 1 of...uh...#we'll see #first post #new to tumblr #please be nice #twst x reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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Bannockburn

Summary: Your boyfriend Johnny has come home in a strange mood, and you are about to get your shit rocked at Bannockburn.

Technically, if you squint, a sequel to Savage set just over 700 years later. Like I will perhaps write a proper sequel at some point, but you can blame Bunny for this one.

Words: 3.6k

CW: CNC, smut, implied character death

You were getting nervous. You were getting really nervous. There were two Johnny’s and you never knew what one you were getting when he came home from a mission. Most of the time you got your Johnny, sweet and loving and tackling you to the bed with a laugh while he showed you how much he missed you. But sometimes whatever happened out on mission got his blood up. Whatever he usually did to get himself settled and out of war mode didn’t take. Sometimes you got the Savage Johnny, the one who heard your English accent and became more animal than man. The one who went into such thick Scots that you hardly understood what he was growling into your ear as he took you.

Usually you knew what Johnny you had the moment he walked through the door. Not this time. This time he seemed like he was boiling with energy under the surface, but he kissed you nonetheless and ate dinner with you and held you as you slept. When he got you both up and packed into the car the next morning for a trip you had the sense to at least be a little worried. Now, hand held in his as you listened to the guide, you had some inkling that you might be in for it.

“Now King Edward the second invaded as a result of Bruce’s demand to his people to recognise him as their King. He summoned 25,000 infantry and 2000 horses, the largest ever army to invade Scotland. Bruce only had command of 6000 men.”

You could feel the blood draining from your face as the guide went further into the background of the battle. Around about the time she briefly mentioned how Wallace had been hanged, drawn and quartered, limbs displayed in different cities, just shy of ten years before the Battle of Bannockburn, you absolutely knew what Johnny you had on your hands. And this Johnny? There was nothing you could do to save yourself from this Johnny. This Johnny was taking in every word, ready to punish you for your ancestors' transgressions against his.

You were trying to pay attention, but your eyes were darting around trying to pinpoint any little nooks that might spell danger if he got you in them. Only that was dangerous in itself, because the first time you felt your attention drift from what was being said Johnny had let go of your hand and moved to instead hold you firm by the back of the neck, fingers massaging a little too hard in warning. That got you to pay rapt attention to all of it, to the whole history of the Scottish wars of Independence as it related to Bannockburn.

It was strange sometimes, you and Johnny. There were times like now when you would be learning about the history of your countries and it felt like some long forgotten memory. There were times when you met his Lieutenant and swore you knew him from somewhere. Like there was some ancient part of you that trusted them when they fought together to watch each other's backs. No matter what Johnny you got, you held such a deep love for him that it scared you sometimes. Your heart twisted as they described what the battle would have been like for the soldiers, the sights and sounds and weapons. It must have been awful.

You were stuck on it. Stuck on the image of a Johnny with a sword on the battlefield. That was your mistake, zoning out and just following along when he led you out to the grounds. Only when you had been walking for a while did you realise how far you were getting from the safety of a building full of people.

“Where are we going?”

“Dinae pay any attention at all did ye? Must naw have been interesting tae ye learning about how my people battered yours when they tried tae grind us intae nothing.”

“No, I was paying attention. Of course I was” you said, trying to be meek and quell some of his building fury.

“Couldnae even hunt a bunny without some English noble claiming it wisnae our right. Punishing us” he ranted before turning to you with a feral look in his eye. “Cannae stop me from hunting one right now though can they? Ye going tae run for me wee bunny?”

Fuck. He looked ready to tear into your throat with his teeth. You felt every bit a prey animal, eyes darting around to find a way out of this. The woods. There were woods here. That was where he had been leading you while you had been busy getting stuck on the idea of him as some ancient warrior fighting to the death. Gillies Hill. The guide had told you about it, how the Scottish had made their camp here. It was where they had attacked from.

And it was where you found yourself sprinting through, heart pounding. Your logical mind knew it was a mistake, you running only meant he could chase. You should have just stayed where you were, tried to talk him down. You were stumbling and tripping, trying to get your bearings as the woods became dense around you. Every snap of a twig or sway of a branch sent you darting away in the other direction until you were shaking from exhaustion and no small amount of mounting terror.

You had never been hunted like this. Johnny had been rough with you before in the warmth of your own home, had fucked you into the bed like he was trying to mould you permanently to him. But this was a different creature entirely. This was the monster under the surface that you only caught glimpses of, that you never thought you would meet face to face. The woods were silent of another human, had you managed to escape him?

“Yer naw even trying little bunny, ye want me tae catch ye is that it? Slut.”

His breath was hot on your ear and you choked on any response you had tried to come up with. How had he gotten right behind you without a sound? You were running again, tripping and scraping your knees but clawing your way back to your feet to keep going. The little summer dress was not suited for this, but at least you were wearing boots. At least Johnny had told you to wear boots this morning.

It was with a sickening dread that you realised he had planned this. He knew you would be running from him, knew he wanted you in a dress for easy access but boots for fleeing into the woods. At least you knew that your Johnny was still in there somewhere, enough to care about you not breaking an ankle. Not enough to care about breaking you in other ways.

“Aww wee English princess got her knees all scraped up? All yer kinfolk are going tae ken how ye love getting on them for good Scottish cock when they see the marks. Wee whore down in the dirt fucking gagging on it, crying over how much ye love it.”

You couldn’t properly tell what direction his voice was even coming from. The shame of his words was flooding you with a sickly humiliation that only increased when your body reacted differently to how it should have. When you throbbed with need for him.

“I’m not! That isn’t what’s happening!”

You were flustered and scared and needy and felt like you were yelling at nothing as you kept catching sight of him on your periphery only to turn and find nobody there.

“Naw? Slick is practically running down yer plush fucking thighs princess, bet yer clenching down on nothin’. Dinnae even have tae catch ye dae I? Could just wait until ye come crawling tae me, begging me tae claim ye. Fucking pleading for it right here, right where my army celebrated before decimating yours.”

His words sent a shiver up your spine. Out here felt removed from time, it really did feel like you were betraying something by finding yourself drawn to this savage. By imagining that his prediction would prove true, that you’d beg for him. You couldn’t, it would be too much, too shameful. So you kept stumbling through the woods even when the deep tenor of his voice rang through in a mocking little song.

God he had translated this for you once. Told you that brose and butter was a euphemism, that it was about fucking a girl full of cum. It had made you blush and laugh at the time when he playfully sang it over to you now that you understood the meaning, but now? Fuck now it just scared the hell out of you with how the words were tinged with a promise. This was hardly playful, he really meant to hold you down and shove himself inside you out here in the woods where anyone could walk by.

“We can’t! John please, not here” you pleaded, pausing to try and find where he was. “I… you were gone for months, I’ve not…”

He had made you promise before he left that you’d save yourself for him, wouldn’t even put your own fingers inside yourself while he was gone. And you hadn’t. Fuck you would be so tight now, not ready for him to take you hard. Had he known even then that this was the plan?

“Maiden are ye? Scared it’s going tae hurt, princess? It will, did they naw teach ye that we’re animals? We dinnae treat wee English lassies the way yer own men would. Ye’ll get treated the way ye should, like a fucking whore. And ye’ll take it won’t ye? Ye’ll take it wherever I want tae give it tae ye.”

Fuck, you were starting to slip away to whereever he was. You were starting to feel less like yourself and more like the poor English maiden being hunted by the enemy. The bunny being hunted by the hound. Starting to drift away into pure animal instinct, pure fear and arousal. You could hardly breathe now, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

“Please…” you sobbed quietly, not even sure what you were begging for.

And then he was there, towering over you and wrapping a hand around your throat, thumb beneath your chin to tilt your head and force you to look at him.

“Wonder whit they’d think of ye begging so pretty for the enemy. Cannae help yerself can ye?” he said, as if fascinated by you, slipping his other hand up your dress and under your panties. “Fucking English slut. Y’er dripping.”

Your reaction to those words was violent and unexplainable. It made your legs shake and your pussy clench painfully hard. It was confusing how much it affected you, causing such a flood of wetness that Johnny noticed, his pupils dilating as he squeezed at your throat and laughed when that made you whimper and claw at his hand. He only kept on squeezing until you were starting to see stars.

“Dinnae fucking move princess.”

The pressure of his hands was gone in an instant and the flood of oxygen made you dizzy. There was no time for you to recover before he was on his knees in the dirt, treating your pussy like it was a mouth and sloppily kissing it over your panties. The press of his tongue was insistent and overwhelming, like he was trying to bully it past the fabric. When he ripped at your waistband with his teeth the lace tore.

He continued his attack like he truly was a wolf sinking his teeth into a fresh meal, completely ruining your underwear until the mangled scraps fell to the floor and left you bare. Your hands were woven into his mohawk and you tried to pull him away, earning a growl that reverberated into your bones and a heavy handed smack to your ass before he assaulted your clit with tongue and teeth and spit.

You felt yourself clench so hard that you almost felt nauseous. Fuck. You were trying to keep some sense of self, trying to remember that you were out in public and he was some feral version of the man you loved who was saying horrible things to you and promising he was going to hurt you. But there was a creeping haze taking over, turning you dumb for him.

It wasn’t even something you had been aware was happening when you came on his tongue. It was just sensation, just the desperate need for more. The primal desperation to be fuller even as he pushed his tongue into your over sensitive hole while your walls fluttered through the pleasure of that high.

“Please, need you.”

“Aye, that right? Needy wee slut.”

You were too far gone to notice that while he was rough in getting you onto your back in the dirt, one hand was gentle in cradling your head to make sure it landed softly.

“Use those pretty wee words. Ask me for it the way ye’d ask a good English man.”

Ask me for it the way ye’d ask Simon.

When all you could do was wriggle underneath him and whine he grabbed the neckline of your dress and yanked it down to let your breasts spill out, slapping hard at one and making you howl.

“They naw teach ye how tae talk proper ye wee slut? Ask fucking nicely.”

“Please, please I want you inside me.”

“Aye, can tell that princess. Whit else?”

“Want you to cum inside me.”

“Good fucking girl, wisnae so hard now was it?”

He didn’t take any of his clothes off, just fished his hard cock from his jeans, hooked your knees on his shoulders and pressed into your wet heat in one fluid motion. You both groaned as he bottomed out. It had been so long, you were so fucking tight around him.

“M’so full, thank you thank you ,m’yours, need you. Fuck, ah. Made for you, it’s so much” you rambled, incoherent in your bliss.

“There she is, needed this naw? Needed my cock deep in this tight wee English cunt. Cannae be a person without it, it’s whit ye were made for. Fucking built tae be on yer back with yer legs open for me.”

He stayed like that for what felt like forever, the fullness pushing any coherent thought out of your head. Fuck he was so deep like this, with you nearly folded in half. It felt like you were choking on his dick. You were clawing at the dirt by your sides so hard that you thought your fingers might bleed, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head before they could.

You were so cock drunk that you were only distantly aware of the look in his eyes now, the almost obsessive adoration as he took in how you looked pressed into the earth like this, dress rucked up from the bottom and pulled down from the top, palm print visible from where he had slapped at you, knees by your ears, hands pinned over your head and yet despite it all so blissed out you were salivating and babbling at him how you needed him.

When he pulled all the way out to the tip and then slammed back home you choked on the wind being knocked right out of you. It only encouraged him as he started to fuck you hard and deep, taking him time to make sure every thrust settled him so incredibly deep inside of you that you were floating.

“Braw wee creature aren’t ye? Feart of me and gagin’ fer it anyway. Dinnae fash bonnie, gettin’ yer hole proper.”

You knew vaguely that he was close because you could hardly understand what he was saying. You were so unable to do anything in this position, no leverage on your arms and legs that you could use to pull him closer.

“Inside, need it inside. Please, please ah!” you cried, no shame left in so as you begged like a bitch in heat for him to cum inside you.

He shifted and sped his pace, nailing that spongy spot inside you that was making your vision black out with every thrust. You’d have marks on you from the buttons and zipper of his jeans. You’d have marks on your throat and your wrists, on your tits. He needed more, he needed anyone to take one look at you and know who you belonged to.

“‘at’s it, take it. Fuck. Good lass” he groaned as he sunk his teeth into your throat and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came, clamping down on his cock.

He jackhammered into you, forcing his way in while your pussy tried to force him out. The tight heat of it was too much and he growled and stilled after one more brutal thrust had him cumming deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, the painful stretch from being folded as you were a delicious burn with the extra pressure forcing you to stretch further.

You stayed like that for a while, both panting. Only when you were slowly coming back to your senses did you feel a sharp pain in your back from what must have been a particularly jagged stone. Ah, you thought you were probably bleeding on it, feeling something sticky.

“Bannockburn” you breathed out softly.

The pressure was off of you almost immediately and he let go of your wrists and kneeled up, pulling out with a soft sigh leaving both of you at the feeling. He was quick to tuck himself in before his hands were back on you, gentle this time, fixing your dress and rubbing at all the spots he had marked.

“C’mere bonnie, ye did so well. Hurting anywhere I need tae look at?”

He looked at your back when you told him, laying soft kisses of apology on you as he cleaned it up. You used to tease Johnny for the little first aid kit he always had strapped to the back of his jeans whenever you went out, but it was coming in incredibly handy. Your panties were toast and he sheepishly tucked the remnants of them into his pocket before getting you to unsteady feet.

“Creeping Jesus, I’ve made a right mess out of ye” he said with a bashful sort of grin, doing his best to try and fix your hair.

“Hmm, s’ok” you replied, still a little hazy.

He kissed you soundly and then gave you an absolute squeeze of a cuddle before scooping you into his arms in a princess carry.

“Let’s get ye all tucked up in the car then we can have a bath and dinner when we’re home eh?”

You nodded and nuzzled into his chest to get comfortable. He would take care of you, he always did.

–

John MacTavish didn’t know how he got so lucky. Not any woman would be softly dozing off in his arms after what he had just put you through. Fuck you were beautiful all of the time, but when you were like this? Fucked out and marked up but achingly soft for him in the afterglow? Jesus, he loved you. He would love you forever, through lifetimes.

He’d explain obviously, he should really have warned you how hard he was going to go, that should have been pre-negotiated. But he had been so wound up. Fucking Simon Riley and his little comments about you, winding him up by putting thoughts in his head about how demure an English man could get you. It should have just made him laugh and shove at him, instead it made his blood boil and his cock hard and he had taken it out on you. You had let him, you always did until either of you thought it wasn’t safe.

He paused on his way out of the woods with you, considering waking you so you could see the little glade he had come upon. It was pretty as anything, almost felt like hallowed ground with a giant stone right in the middle. Something about it called to an ancient longing within him. Fuck. He wanted to marry you out here. Was that ridiculous? Maybe just post orgasm stupidity.

Still as he settled you in the car and took you home so he could love you properly, he thought maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

–

“Fuck, Johnny.”

Simon Riley was an Englishman through and through. Everytime he stepped into battle it was to strike down those who would oppose his King and country. Yet he had left the battlefield. He had tracked into the woods, to where he knew MacTavish had crawled off to die. He found him leant against the stone that sat in the centre of a glade. Of course this is where he would want to die. Not on the battlefield, but here. The place he had married you. The place they both had.

“Ye come tae watch it for yerself Si?” Johnny said with a laugh that turned to a hacking cough.

“Course. Been trying to kill you for years, not about to miss it.”

Simon sat next to him, both of them looking at the sunlight filtering through the trees. It was peaceful here. Maybe in another lifetime they would not have been enemies. Maybe in another lifetime they could have been brothers.

“Ye’ll look after her until I can find her again?”

“Always.”

#mhairiwrites #cod #cod au #fanfic #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #look I am very much implying that Simon is going to get in on this action #I used all my smut braincells on Savage so the smut is not really hitting as good #had to let some of the angst braincells out for a bit or it wasn't going to get written #personally I think having Bannockburn as a safeword was sick and twisted of me <3

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shiki-jin · 4 days

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YOUR CELESTIAL MAJESTY • SAGAU

(part 0 here)

was listening to TruE on loop while writing the last part of this, it's genuinely such a good song ugwvdya

also can you spot the contradiction ;D it's plot relevant i promise

not proofread, dont bully me ill write a thesis on why youre a meanie

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you had long deleted genshin, since you had other things to do. you had wanted to go back to the game for a while now, now that you were less busy, but there was just one little problem.

it was now taking up nearly triple the amount of space that it was when you uninstalled it. around 300 whole gigabytes.

jesus christ, what phone can even handle this???

your phone, apparently. because as you opened the game to see if maybe a miracle would happen and that if maybe they would just, like, remove half of the things in the game, it just… kinda loaded?

no installing new files, no checking for anything, no nothing…. just an immediate pan to the gates of celestia.

you decided to check if it was the right genshin since this was just way too weird, but countering your judgement, every link you found led you to the same game, leading you to believe it not to be a bootleg or an illegal version.

guess i’ll trust it then.

you clicked on the gates which opened smoothly, and your screen turned white. then, the symbols of the seven elements appeared in gray.

and then the game just… opened. no loading time, once again. no getting stuck on the geo symbol, nothing. nada. just a smooth entrance into what you had to assume to be teyvat — but your surroundings didn't really support that claim.

the grass was brown and just looked off, the sky was gray. a darker shade than, say, mond’s walls, but it was like one of those game crashes.

well, except you could still move around.

you moved your current character around (the traveller? since when were they the only one in your team?) and decided to open the map after not figuring out where you could possibly be.

hold on, this is springvale? since when?

eveything looked dead, like it had been rotting for a century. you tried to ignore it though, and teleported to the inside of mondstadt. surely this was just some glitch, right? one that would fix itself if you teleported?

maybe the world loaded incorrectly, maybe the fact that nothing took time to load meant that it couldn't load, maybe this or that, maybe…

maybe this really was how the game looked normally. you hadn't done any quests though, so you wondered if it could be restored.

you took a screenshot of the your surroundings — the stone, worn down and dirty. the houses which looked to be in a horrible state, and… the npcs, all sickly and pale, like they were starving.

you went to reddit (yes, reddit), and posted the screenshot, asking if it was normal.

you closed the game and decided to take a nap, too tired to really deal with this shit any further.

while you slumbered, people replied to your post.

╰┈➤ lol me too anon, me too

╰┈➤ isn't the game closed or wtv? how'd you get this wtf

╰┈➤ they're trolling

╰┈➤ o makes sense oops

╰┈➤ So we’re all still mourning huh

╰┈➤ jokes aside that's a super impressive edit ngl

you remained unaware of the truth, but you'd find out soon enough.

actually, you'd find out now, apparently…

what the fuck?? why is my bed so hard now?

you groaned and forced your eyes open, seeing a dark, nearly black sky.

the only light was a single star, lingering right above you.

“since when was i outside...?"

a voice spoke to you, answering your question.

“you always have been, have you not? but would you like to head inside, my lord?”

... huh? i recognize that voice...

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p.s. place your bets on who it is, i’m thinking of one specific character but if there's a fan fav i'll make it them instead since i haven't written anything beyond this point (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

p.s.s. don't expect updates to this series too quickly, i wish i could write as quick as i think of ideas but sadly that's not the case orz

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #sagau #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yippie #genshin self aware #genshin self aware au

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tskei · 7 months

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The Ascension and the sexual implications of it

We all remember the post from a few weeks ago that circled here. I didn't go through with the Ascension from a purely game sense "this is clearly evil " standpoint. I didn't really understand why it's evil or even more why it's sexual. Some analyses have floated around here and tumblr that mentioned it's because "vampires are a sexy fantasy". Well, yes but you're getting a vampire either way, aren't you?

I didn't manage to connect the dots until I started looking into possible ways for him to walk in the sun. It seems the only reliable one is a “Wish” spell. But that seems to turn the vampire mortal again. Now, that didn't sit right with me. If Ascension was changing him, this was even more of an "I'll fix him" situation. But I thought, would he even agree? He's so power hungry probably giving up on being a vampire would be the last thing he'd agree on. But the more I thought about it, the more it became clear to me that he actually has a strong dislike for being a vampire. If you tell him his reflection is a small price to pay for vampire powers he answers "To you, maybe." He loves seeing the sun again, all the colors. He can't see or remember his eyes, which if we take into literary view, eyes being the windows to the soul we could say it shows his disconnect with his soul, with his humanity. He absolutely hates the hunger urges that come with vampirism, saying they make him pathetic and it's the worst version of himself. And of course, the sexual part. He hasn't actually seen any perks of vampirism, just that it makes you an object of desire, a thing used only for sex. That is the only side of vampirism he has managed to experience and that is what he connects it with.

The point in the story that clearly connects his vampire nature to sexuality is the talk with the blood merchant. She is a drow, her society already views men as slaves good for one thing. But she doesn't ask him for sex, she asks him for a bite yet it's just as sexual. It shows the player that vampires are sex objects yet again. But whatever is left of him, of his soul and humanity is very separated from his vampire form. He doesn't take being a vampire as an identity but separates himself from it, calling it an affliction, or condition. So why push him further into nature that he doesn't accept or enjoy?

At many points he mentions there's almost nothing left of the man he was, whatever little is left of his soul, etc. He believes he doesn't have much to offer, especially after sex is off the table. That is why it's so important to remove sex from your romantic relationship for him. While obviously, it's a time for healing, it's also a time to actually connect to the person behind the vampire. The person he used to be before he became a sex object.

And that is the same if you choose his spawn romance ending. You pick the man he managed to remain despite everything that happened. That's why his post-scene at the grave is basically a rebirth of him, of his humanity. While the romance post-scene of the Ascension is a rebirth of you. You chose to reduce him to a vampire, to an object, and even went as far as to objectify yourself as well by accepting the vampire nature. And ultimately, that's all that's left of him, the vampire. The person he was is gone completely.

I'd just like to add that a lot of people like to bring up that they let the other characters make their own choices but that's a weak point. Shadowheart's choice is very influenced by your choices/approval and let's not forget she would actually kill Lae'zel if you don't get involved, you literally have to choose if you sell Wyll's soul or not, and Lae'zel would kill you if you don't stop her.

Also, there is the argument that he wants this. And for that, I can only guess based on my speculations, that despite all the power hunger brought from whatever feelings, survival, fear, selfishness -until the very last moment he hadn't made up his mind. He even tells you this before you enter Cazador's chamber. He won't know what he'll do before he faces him. His turmoil is obvious. You can tell him this isn't him, not really. And he responds that it should be, he doesn't want to be pathetic.

The choice for the ascension never was his, as it never was for him. He himself saw no way out, just like when he was under Cazador. And the temptation that was obviously present at the idea of being just like Cazador. The choice there was for you.

For the player, whether it'd be as a lover or a friend.Do you want the man or the vampire?

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate #bg3 spoilers #ascension #astarion ascended

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naughtyneganjdm · 3 months

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A Compromise - Chapter 22

Summary: It's been months since Y/N asked Negan for a divorce and the plans she had set up in trying to earn back Negan's love have not followed through like she planned.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Negan Junior, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, rough sex, etc.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27834154/chapters/134943454

Notes: This is the final chapter of this story. Thanks for those that stuck around and took the time to read. I'm sorry there were so many breaks in between. Thanks again for anyone who supported my while writing this story!

Planning things out didn’t always work well. That was pretty obvious over the last few years with Y/N and the life decisions that she had made. A lot of planning just led to her ultimate downfall in the end and she regretted every minute of it. But when she asked Negan for a divorce a few months ago, she had a plan. A plan to start over. In her mind, she thought that she would be able to get Negan to sign those divorce papers and she could earn her way back into being in Negan’s life. But since that night, they hadn’t even talked.

When Negan left as upset as he did, she took the hint that maybe that was his final breaking point. Although she promised to work her way back into his life, she was worried that she made a huge mistake that night. So even though she planned one thing, it didn’t matter. Because it didn’t work out either. The night before she demanded him to sign the divorce papers was a beautiful night between the two of them that she ruined. Everything could have just been fixed that night if she listened to Negan and everything that he said, but she had to do what she was good at and ruin everything good that she had going for her. Everything she had done lately was one mistake after another.

The only good thing that had happened over the last few months was that she was making good progress with her children again. With her old job accepting her back with less hours, it gave her the time to really connect with Negan Junior, Isabella and Avery again. Which is what she should have been doing all along. That was the only good thing she felt like she was doing again and she wouldn’t give that time up for the world. Her children had become her number one priority again and that’s where they should have always been.

It just got harder the longer that time went because it felt like she was separating herself further and further from Negan. At this point, she thought they would be working on things together, that’s what she promised at least. Yet, she was at a standstill with him and had done nothing to fix what she had done before.

Today was especially hard for her. Waking up felt incredibly lonely because it was their anniversary. Since that day Negan signed the papers, the loneliness only grew further inside of her. Waking up was hard. Looking to the other side of the bed and not seeing Negan there just ate away inside of her. Knowing that today was their anniversary and she wasn’t with him? Well that just made everything worse.

Right now she was sitting in the bleachers while Negan Junior was training for baseball which left her a long time to think to herself. There was no questioning that when she did what she had done in asking Negan to sign the papers that she had broken him. With his lack of contact to her, she just assumed he was done so she left him alone. When she picked up Negan Junior earlier in the day, she had seen that Negan was talking with a woman she had never seen before outside. Instead of giving Y/N any attention, Negan had been distracted with this other woman and it had been lingering on her mind since she had left their old home.

Adjusting her positioning on the bench that she was on, she dug her hand into her pocket to pull her cell phone out. Swiping her finger in over the front of it, she cleared her throat and thought about Negan. Opening up her texts she had with Negan, she considered writing him. Having the idea that Negan might have found love with someone else was there deep inside of her. Sure, it was really fast, but Negan was a good catch. She wouldn’t have blamed someone for swooping in and snatching Negan if they could.

There was one problem with all of that though. Even though she had gotten Negan to sign those divorce papers, she never actually filed them. So the court actually dismissed their divorce case. It was something she never told Negan, but after that day she didn’t have the power inside of her to actually divorce Negan. Any time she considered it, she just couldn’t imagine finally having that official title of being divorced from the love of her life. Even if she had made so many mistakes in her time. After everything they had been through, she just didn’t have the strength to do it. So even if they were separated, legally, they were still married and today was their anniversary.

Shakily her fingers hovered over the screen while she thought of something to write Negan. Everything she wrote, she found herself erasing. All the things that she typed up just felt emotionless and dumb. How could she sum up all of her emotions in just one text? No way could she express how sorry she was just in a text. Especially after all the mistakes that she made. It was likely that after everything that she had put him through, that Negan wouldn’t even forgive her in the first place. And she would understand it too. The last time she saw him, he left both heartbroken and angry. With him not contacting her, she just felt like he no longer had the energy to put up with her and he had given up on their relationship.

What she had done that night with getting Negan to sign those papers was her guilt talking. He had forgiven her. Everything was perfect. That night was the perfect opportunity to start over again, but she let it slip through her fingers. The children forgave her, Negan forgave her, yet that deafening repetition that she wasn’t good enough replayed in her head. Earning back Negan’s love seemed like the only way to get back with him, but after that night she just didn’t think she deserved it. And it left her all alone. Without Negan.

Instead of sending a text, she opened up the gallery on her cell phone. Swiping back through the photos she had saved on it, she stopped on the photos of her wedding to Negan. It brought a warmth in her body thinking back to them. Where the hell did she go wrong? She had the perfect life and she let it all go down the drain because of some ridiculous voice that was in the back of her head that her father had put there growing up.

With three children, a beautiful home, a good job and an amazing husband she should have been happy. Looking back on things, she wished she would have been more observant to just how good her life actually was. With Negan and the children, she had the life that people could only wish for. A husband that supported her. Three beautiful, perfect children yet she was miserable and there was no reason for it.

Words couldn’t describe the sadness she was feeling right now. Everything hurt. And there was only one thing that could really fill that empty, hollow sensation she had. Negan.

Opening the texts again, she thought long and hard about what she could say to start a conversation back up with Negan. It led to one sentence that she really was feeling.

I miss you.

But why was it so hard to send the text? It was honest. And more than anything she meant it.

“Hey mom,” Negan Junior’s voice startled her, causing her to jump and drop her phone into her lap. Brushing her hair back, she saw the smirk that her son gave her when he saw her response to him walking up to her. While he was amused, he also wanted to make sure that she was okay because he stepped forward to place his hand in over her shoulder in a supportive squeeze. “You okay?”

“Of course,” she gave him a nod and he flashed her a smile very similar to Negan’s with his dimples prominent. Closing up her phone, she left the text unsent when she pushed her phone back into her pocket. Getting up, she wrapped her arms around Negan Junior and felt his arms squeezing tightly to her. “I’m great. And I’m great because I’m here with you NJ.”

“Smooth,” NJ teased her with a wink, tipping his head back to stare out at her with his long eyelashes fluttering. With the way that he was looking at her, she knew that he was trying to determine if she was okay. “What’s going on mom?”

“Nothing,” she hushed him, reaching up to brush her fingers through his hair. That was a lie, but with her son and the time they were having together? She didn’t want him to think that she wasn’t happy being with him because she was. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course I did,” NJ looked back over his shoulder at where he was training earlier knowing that his mother was trying to change the subject. Releasing her from his hug, he set his bag down on one of the benches and released a loud sigh. “But you know that. Baseball makes me happy. What I really would like to talk about though is you.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” she assured him once more drawing him to roll his eyes and lower down onto the bench that was before her. Sitting back down, she locked eyes with her son and shrugged. “I’m being serious here NJ. I’m with you and I’m happy to be here today. Every day with you is a blessing.”

“I know you’re happy to be here with me, but I’m not stupid. I’m not a baby anymore, I can read your eyes even when you try to hide things from me,” NJ reminded her with a frown, his dimples showing the displeasure of her not being honest with him. “I want you to be open with me about things mom. Talk to me. I’m old enough to listen to you.”

“I don’t want to put things on you honey. We’ve just started fixing things and…” her words came to a halt when NJ reached out to grab a tight hold of her hands. Looking down, she felt a lump developing in her throat thinking about how things were for them before this. Bringing one of his hands up, she placed a kiss over the back of his hand and he smiled up at her. “I don’t want you to think I don’t love being with you Negan Junior. You have no idea how much these moments mean to me.”

“I do,” he whispered, wiggling her arms a bit with the way he was being silly in his movements trying to lift her spirits. “Because they mean just as much to me. This is all I ever wanted. To spend time with you and to know that you were there. Proud of me.”

“I am so proud of you baby,” she nodded her head, squeezing her fingers tighter around his. “When I think of how I was…”

“Don’t. Don’t let that eat away at you mom,” he cut her off, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the sadness that was flooding her features. “We can’t go back. We can only go forward and I’m happy. I can see you are trying and…my mom is back. That’s what matters. Spending time together and being happy again.”

“I just need you to know that I love you so much and I’m so thankful for the chance you’ve given me,” she maintained with her eyes tearing over. There was a burning in them, but she was doing her best to not cry in front of her son. Heaven only knew how many times she had cried about this before. “I cherish this time with you so much.”

Leaning forward, he curled his right arm around her and carefully led her to him so they could share a loving hug that lingered. Right now? She really needed that. Closing her eyes, she buried her nose in against the side of his neck and appreciated being able to share such a special moment with her son.

“I was thinking about your father,” she was honest with NJ since he had been pushing her to open up to him. Parting her lips, she thought of elaborating but realized it would be inappropriate to really go into further details.

“What about him?” NJ wondered, his features twisting with confusion when the color drained from her face. “Mom?”

“How I miss him,” she answered, the dampness returning to her eyes when the thought of Negan entered her mind. Shrugging her shoulders, she felt a trembling breath escape her lips and she didn’t know what else to say. “I just really miss him.”

“I see,” NJ bit down on his bottom lip, his fingers loosening in her grasp but still remained holding onto her hand. Silence surrounded them and it looked like NJ was debating saying something, but he was worried how it would come off. “I don’t want to sound rude or mean, but if that’s how you feel…then why did you do what you did? You could have been home with us, but instead you are all alone.”

Hearing that hurt, but it was true. And the reason he knew that? She told him the truth. After everything happened with Negan, Y/N was honest with the children. Never wanting Negan to be blamed for things. Especially with her trying to change and become a better mother again. So NJ wasn’t wrong.

“I made a mistake,” she was open with him, avoiding actually lying to NJ or keeping things from him. The expression over NJ’s features showed that he was surprised with her response. “I was so upset with myself that I didn’t think I deserved your father’s forgiveness. Because of that? I forced him to sign the divorce papers. I thought that I could earn back his love and trust.”

Stopping, she realized that she didn’t even attempt things at this point and she hated herself for it, “I guess I kind of dropped the ball on that one. Huh?”

“Just a thought, but…” NJ began waving his hand about in the air drawing her attention back to him. “Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first step? You broke his heart, so he could be waiting for you to prove yourself to him.”

“I don’t know NJ,” she was uneasy with going further with the discussion since things had been tense between her and Negan. “I wish that was the case, but I don’t think that’s what he really wants between us.”

“How do you know that if you don’t try?” NJ scoffed, his face twisting in frustration with how fast she shut down his suggestion. Nodding toward her hand had her lowering her stare. “You are wearing your rings still so obviously you want to be with dad.”

“Yeah, well,” she took a moment to think about how she had put them back on almost immediately after everything that happened that night. ��It just felt wrong without them being there.”

“I see,” NJ took his time to think about everything she was saying. Swallowing down hard, he shifted back and pulled his hand from hers. “You aren’t happy, are you?”

“I am very happy,” she countered and it made him grunt with how quick she was to respond to the question. “I am NJ. Nothing makes me happier than when I get to spend time with you and your sisters.”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking you,” NJ pointed out, his jaw clenching when he curled his fingers around the bench that he was sitting on. “Listen mom, I know you are happy about this whole second chance thing and think I’m going to be upset that you are sad, but I’m not. I’d do anything for you mom. Which means I’d like to hear you out and be there for you when you are sad.”

“You are so sweet,” she reached out to caress over the side of NJ’s face. Leaning into her touch, his eyes closed tightly and he sighed. “Everything I’m going through with your father is my own fault NJ. If I wasn’t the way that I was, things wouldn’t be like this.”

“Then why aren’t you doing anything to fix it?” NJ pressed shaking his head when he thought about the things that she was saying. “What’s holding you back from trying to talk to dad? At least try to be friends again?”

“I’m a wimp,” she didn’t know how to answer, but it was the only thing she could sum up. “I’m scared. Scared of what I’m capable of and what his response to things might be.”

“I love you so much mom, but that doesn’t make sense,” NJ bickered back with her, reaching out to place his hand in over hers on top of her knee. “You have been working really hard with me and the girls. I see that you are putting the work in with us. So why are you so afraid of giving yourself a second chance with dad?”

“Because I have so much to make up for,” she explained, a sense of sadness and sorrow flooding her eyes. “I hope one day I can make up for all the things that I’ve done, but I don’t even know if I’d be deserving of that. I’m doing the best I can do with you kids because you are the ones that I love the most in this world. I’ve missed out on so much with you and the girls. I’m doing my best and I’m where I’m meant to be with you, Isabella and Avery.”

“I agree,” NJ sighed and shook his head again. “But you love dad. You shouldn’t be scared to try to have dad back in your life in some fashion. Even if it’s as only friends. Something has to push you in order for you to start talking to him again.”

“I’m just scared,” she repeated hating to admit it, but it was true.

“You shouldn’t be though. You’ve proved with us that you are true to your word with wanting to be better,” NJ tried to continue to bat for her and bring her self esteem up about things. “You know, things are never going to get better if you don’t start forgiving yourself first mom.”

A loud exhale escaped her lips, her eyes locking with his when that hit her deep down.

“How can I do that?” she wondered with an emotional breath falling from her throat. “How can I forgive myself for all the pain that I caused you and your father? I was a terrible person NJ. I did awful things and I hurt the most important people in my life.”

“You’re not a terrible person mom. You just got lost,” NJ suggested something that she had heard Negan say in the past and it made her smile. That was the one thing about Negan Junior, he sure as hell did sound like his dad in certain moments. “You had a midlife crisis.”

Bursting out in laughter even through her tears had NJ smiling and he shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah. You know what? You’re not wrong. I always used to roll my eyes at that statement, but you’re not wrong. I had a midlife crisis. A little early.”

“Right? Plus, I hate to admit it, but grandpa is kind of an asshole,” NJ noted with a frown. Another laugh fell from her throat and she nodded once more. “I’m just saying mom. Grandma is nice and we love her, but grandpa is something else. We all know the kind of pull that he had on you growing up and even now.”

“I was wrong to let him back into my life,” she agreed with her son knowing that her father was nothing but toxic for as long as she could remember. “I just thought he would want to be in your lives and instead I let him get inside of my head again. And I messed up. I messed up so bad.”

“But you’re trying,” NJ restated again trying to get her to admit that she was attempting to be better. “You’re doing your best, even if it feels like you aren’t moving fast enough. You’re taking those steps and you are doing them right. You’re not falling back to your old ways. You’re doing everything right.”

“I shouldn’t be putting this on you,” she commented hating that she was letting her teenage son take on the weight of what she was feeling.

“Yeah, but I’m smart and sometimes talking to me can help you understand things from a different perspective,” NJ tipped his head to the side giving a big cheesy smile that reminded her of Negan’s when he was being silly. Once again, she laughed. That was something that NJ was good at doing lately even if things hurt. He made her smile. “I’m glad to see you laughing again. You were so sad for so long. Seeing this laughing makes me feel all warm on the inside.”

“You’re a great kid, you know that?” she informed him, sweeping her fingers in over his chiseled jawline and NJ nodded his head. “Your father did a great job raising you.”

“You helped too,” NJ lifted his hand to curl his fingers around her wrist. Giving her one final weak smile, NJ nodded toward the exit. “We should probably get going before we get kicked out of here. I need you to drop me off at Sam’s anyways. She has dinner planned for a certain time and we have to make sure to be there.”

“Why does Sam have all of you over there?” Y/N helped her son carry his things out of the stadium and to the car. The reason the girls weren’t with them today was the fact that they were already at Sam’s with Noah. “Four children is a lot for her to deal with.”

“Sam is a good big sister though,” NJ claimed while he put his things in the trunk of her car. “Regardless, Elaina and Jane are going to be there too. It’s supposed to be a big family dinner.”

“And where is your father? If it was a big family thing, I imagine he would want to be there,” Y/N helped NJ get into the car and walked around. When she got in the driver’s seat, she could sense that something was different with NJ. “Honey?”

“Dad is at home,” NJ responded when she started up the car and began to drive to Sam’s place. There was a long silence and it seemed like NJ had gotten suddenly very uncomfortable beside her. “He uh…he has a date.”

“I’m sorry?” she looked to NJ feeling her heart racing when she heard NJ confirm what she was actually afraid of. Gazing over at NJ, she could see that he looked like he was worried after he dropped that bomb on her. “What do you mean he has a date?”

“Well, that woman that was there when you picked me up today,” NJ began, swallowing down hard and trying to avoid looking her in the eyes when he realized that she was getting upset hearing what he was saying. NJ’s voice was hitched when he started up again. “Her name is Annie. She’s been dating dad for a couple of weeks now. Dad met her at one of the games. They really hit it off and I think dad really likes her.”

“Oh,” she felt her heart shattering into a million pieces right then and there. “I see.”

“It’s been surprising how fast they connected,” NJ continued on, his hazel eyes now locked on her watching her emotions when he continued on. “In fact, I think dad is going to ask her to marry him tonight.”

“He’s what?” she snapped, the car coming to a faster stop than it probably should have when she stomped on the brake at the red light. There was a warmth growing in her face when NJ’s young features seemed worried with what he was telling her. “You really think that? You think he’s going to ask her to marry him?”

“I’m sorry mom,” NJ frowned, his hazel eyes lowering down and looking at his feet. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you always told me to be honest with you, right?”

“Of course,” she felt her heart racing with all of that information being revealed to her. “Is this Annie a good person?”

“Oh yeah. Really good person. Very nice,” NJ rambled on waving his hand about in the air. Clearing his throat, he pointed toward the light and nodded his head forward. “The light is green mom.”

“Oh,” she was flustered and that was an understatement. At first, she thought Negan being with that woman was just a scenario in her head that she made up, but to hear it from NJ’s lips actually shattered her heart. Even though she was doing her best to continue the drive to Sam’s with a level head, she felt like the world was closing in around her. “Is she good with you kids?”

“Well, she’s already a mom so I think she knows how to handle us,” NJ simply stated, his eyebrows furrowed when she pulled in front of Sam’s house. When the car came to a full stop, he could see that her fingers were clinging tightly to the steering wheel. “You really don’t want to hear these things mom.”

“No, I do. I need to,” she brushed off NJ’s worries and she shook her head slowly. Instead of focusing on what NJ had told her, she looked back at NJ’s things. “Do you need me to help you carry things in?”

“No, I’m fine,” NJ assured her with a half-smile. Leaning across the front seat, he gave her a big hug and squeezed her tightly. “I love you mom. I hope you know that.”

“I do and I love you too. Very much,” she whispered, closing her eyes and holding him tightly. Pressing a kiss to his temple, she waited when NJ leaned back. Giving his mother a wink, NJ stepped out of the car and gathered his things. While she watched NJ moving up the driveway to Sam’s house, Y/N debated her next move.

Right now she felt like she wanted to cry and scream all at the same time. Knowing that Negan found someone in such a short amount of time when he promised her that she was it for him destroyed her. Then again, she was the one that had pushed Negan away and forced him to sign those papers. And that’s when it hit her. She never filed those divorce papers. They were still married and this was their anniversary. How could Negan fucking do this after everything?

Against her better judgement, she found herself driving to Negan’s home, their old home together. And she was furious. Anger was flooding her veins after learning what NJ had told her. Even though she understood why Negan may have wanted to find someone else, the timing was still awful and it went against everything that Negan had told her in the past.

Truthfully? She probably sped to Negan’s home faster than she should have. Fire was flooding her veins and she had to talk to him. Once she got to Negan’s home, she didn’t think, she just acted. Getting out of the car, she stormed up to the door with her blood boiling. Ringing the doorbell, she waited and there was no answer. Which only upset her all the more. After a few minutes she lost count to how many times she had rang the doorbell. Negan’s car was in the parking lot so she knew he was home.

Starting to bang on the door, she could feel a pinging in her hand with how hard she was hitting the door. Faint barks were heard from her hitting the door and she realized that they were coming from the backyard. Heading around the house, she tried to pull open the door to the gate that led to the backyard and felt that it was locked.

“Son of a bitch,” she cussed doing her best to climb up the gate that was around their home. At the top, she felt her foot getting stuck and did her best to get it out. One big tug had her falling over the top of the fence and into the bushes with a grunt. The wind had gotten knocked out of her from the fall and she laid there for longer than she probably should have. Rolling over, she crawled out from the bushes and was met by the big brown eyes of Cooper who was staring down at her. Once the golden retriever realized that it was her, he started licking her face. Groaning out, she did her best to get up on her knees to caress at his ears. “Hey Cooper. It’s good to see you too. But you are a terrible guard dog.”

Finally getting up to her feet, she stumbled toward their large backyard to see that Negan was sitting out by the firepit that he had set up a while back for himself. Just the sight of him took her breath away. He was wearing a pair of black athletic pants and a hoodie where it looked like he had nothing on underneath it with the way the zipper was pulled down to the middle of his chest. He was barefoot and he looked extremely relaxed with a beer in his hand staring out at the fire with his legs stretched out.

Laying on the ground beside Negan was Oliver who immediately lifted his head when he saw her approaching them. Seeing someone there scared their older dog until he realized it was her after a minute. When he did, he slowly got up to his feet and excitedly made his way over to her. After all these years, she was happy that their dog they had gotten together still loved her as much as he did.

When she first came here, she was determined to get to Negan, but when she was being surrounded by love from their dogs, she was going to take it. Especially with Oliver being older. In the interaction, Negan had lifted his head and a confused expression flooded his features. Pulling his earbuds out, Negan set them down on the table beside him and leaned forward on the seat he was in.

“Y/N?” Negan spoke up, a smirk tugging at his handsome features when she lifted her head. There were leaves in her hair and it was messy. An uneasy laugh fell from his throat when he pulled himself up from the seat. “What the hell happened to you?”

“It’s a long story. I rang the doorbell and you didn’t answer. I heard Cooper barking and came to the gate door, but it was locked,” she pointed toward the fence drawing Negan’s thick eyebrows to bounce up when he approached her. Giving Oliver one final kiss on the head, she slowly stood up and brushed her hands off on her pants. “My foot got stuck climbing the fence and…I fell in the bushes. Hard.”

After her explanation, Negan laughed and moved forward to pull the leaves that were there from her hair. Brushing his fingers through her hair, Negan tried to fix it for her before snickering. Pushing his hands into his pockets, he gave her a small nod and paused for a moment to gather himself. Another chuckle fell from his throat, with his dimples becoming incredibly prominent. A rush of heat flooded into her face when her embarrassment overcame her.

“You could have just called me,” Negan suggested, pointing back to where he was sitting. It drew attention to the fact that he was shirtless underneath the hoodie that he was wearing. Her eyes fell upon the dark curls of hair over his chest and she felt her throat growing dry at the sight. “My cell phone is there, I would have seen it and I would have let you in.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” she confessed feeling stupid now that Negan made it clear what she could have done instead of making a fool of herself. “Our neighbors are probably going to call the police now because they saw some crazy lady sneaking into the backyard.”

“They won’t. You know they are too distracted with their own lives to care,” Negan waved his hand in the air dismissively. Another laugh fell from his throat when he shrugged his shoulders. “What are you doing here Y/N?”

That’s when reality struck her. The real reason she came here. It wasn’t to mingle with Negan. It was to stop what NJ told her.

“Where is she?” Y/N looked around the back yard and Negan did the same. After they didn’t see anyone but the dogs staring back at them, they both turned to each other and Negan made a dramatic expression. “The woman that you are going to ask to marry you. NJ told me that you are dating a new woman and her name is Annie. So where is she?”

“Oh,” Negan’s lips parted, a smirk tugging at his features and he shrugged his shoulders. There was a sense of arrogance that flooded into his face with his thick eyebrows bouncing up. “Why? Does that bother you?”

“Yeah, it fucking bothers me,” she stepped forward to shove her hands into the center of Negan’s chest hearing him scoff. It felt like liquid lava was flooding through her with how angry she was getting at the idea of Negan with another woman. “How dare you!”

“How dare I?” Negan pointed toward his chest, his face scrunching up in confusion when she pushed him firmly again. Stumbling back toward the house, Negan’s breathing grew louder. With a grunt, Negan motioned her to wait and opened the back door. With a whistle, he pointed toward the house having both of the dogs getting up to go inside. Once they were, he closed the door and moved back toward her, his head tipping from side to side. “You’re mad at me for what exactly?”

“How could you plan to ask someone to marry you when it’s our anniversary?” she demanded an answer from him, shoving him once more. This time shoving him hard enough to get him to slam up against the brick wall of the house. Grabbing a tight hold of the hoodie that Negan was wearing, she twisted the material and heard him grunt. “How could you do that to me?”

“Is that what I was doing?” Negan scoffed when she tugged at the material of his hoodie bringing him down to meet her lips in a rough, passionate kiss. Lifting his hands, Negan’s palms cupped her face in his hands trying to gain some kind of composure between the two of them. The way they were kissing was rough, but Negan was allowing her to dominate the kiss in being forceful with him. A moan fell from her throat with Negan’s tongue forcing its way between her lips, but she eagerly returned the gesture. Desperation flooded her veins while she kissed Negan, tugging at the zipper of his hoodie to get the material separated.

Pulling his head back, Negan’s eyelids were heavy with his long eyelashes fluttering. Caressing her fingers up the planes of Negan’s chest had him taking in a sharp breath. Just the simple touch of her tracing over the lengths of his naked torso had him moaning out. A wince escaped his lips when her fingers reached up to press in over his neck to force his head back against the house. With the way she stared at him, Negan could see that fire in her eyes again when she stepped forward and closed the distance between the two of them. His heart pounded inside of his chest, a breath getting caught in his throat when he felt her lips at the side of his neck kissing down over his heated flesh.

Looking down, Negan felt her fingers tugging at the tie in his pants and he bit down on his bottom lip firmly. A tremoring breath fell from his throat causing his abdomen to sink in with him keeping his hazel eyes locked on hers. There was always something about the way that Negan looked at her that drove her crazy.

“She can’t have you,” she informed Negan, dipping her hand beneath the material of his pants to curl her fingers around Negan’s length. A sharp hiss fell from Negan’s parted lips when she tipped up on her toes to kiss over the side of Negan’s neck again. Biting at the flesh had Negan’s hands grasping tightly to her hips. A possessive pull brought her closer to him with her tipping up on her toes to kiss over his jawline. “Because you’re mine.”

“Am I?” Negan panted, his rough fingertips sliding up underneath her shirt to caress over the planes of her back. It sparked a fire inside of her that had her kissing at his bottom lip, sucking faintly at it and having him groaning into her mouth. Flicking her tongue out against the sensitive flesh elicited another raspy moan from Negan with her hand firmly stroking over his hardening cock. She wasn’t being gentle with him, but she was fired up. Yet he didn’t seem to mind it with his hips bucking up toward her touch.

“You are,” she insisted, using her free hand to hook it into Negan’s thick hair forcing his head back again with a shudder. Dragging her tongue out across his bottom lip had Negan groaning out, parting his lips enough for her so he could suck faintly at her tongue before bringing their lips together again in another heated kiss. Another moan fell from Negan, with his lips parting from hers so he could look down at her jerking him off beneath the material of his pants.

“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his nose against the side of her neck. Sliding his hands down over her sides, Negan grabbed a firm hold of her shirt and started to tug it up her body. When it reached just below her arms, she lifted them allowing him to pull it from her and toss it on the ground beside them. Caressing over her sides had a gasp falling from her with him teasing his fingertips over her ribcage. Pulling her hand away had Negan grunting when she swiftly pulled apart the button and the zipper in her jeans. Struggling to get them down her legs, she kicked out of her shoes and then hastily pulled them from her body. Tossing them with her shirt left her standing before him in her bra and panties. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Negan’s athletic pants were tented with is hard erection beneath, his abdomen sinking in with how heavily he was breathing. Reaching out for her, Negan grabbed a firm hold of her and turned her so that she was pressed against the house. Demanding another kiss from her lips, Negan hummed against her flesh when he hooked his arms under her legs lifting her up. Adjusting their positioning, Negan grunted as he worked to balance her before reaching between them to push her panties aside. Just as eagerly, Y/N was quick to push her hands into the material of Negan’s pants leaving them hanging at the bottom of his ass.

Stroking her fingers over Negan’s manhood had him tipping his head back to stare out at her with his lust filled hazel eyes. After a few more pumps of her hand over him, she lifted her hips up enough to line him up with her entrance. Wrapping her arms firmly around his shoulders, she clung to him when he claimed her lips with another fiery kiss. Thrusting upwards, Negan filled her causing her to cry out and dig her fingers into his shoulders through the material of the hoodie that he was wearing. Negan’s moan vibrated against her lips with his girthy length stagnant inside of her. Once he started to roll his hips underneath her, it had her dropping her head back with a whimper escaping her throat. Nothing felt better than having Negan inside of her. She knew that from the first moment she had gotten with Negan. With Negan pampering the side of her neck with hot, wet kisses she knew that she would always be addicted to him.

“Negan,” she panted his name, hooking her fingers into his hair tugging back on it firmly. Whimpering out, she felt Negan’s thrusts slow, but very prominent beneath her. Winces escaped her lips when Negan’s mouth kissed down over the side of her neck. Closing her eyes, she caressed at his scalp with his rigid length filling her time and time again. “Negan.”

“Tell me I’m yours,” Negan growled against her earlobe, nipping on it and giving it a tug. Tightening his grasp around her fleshy thighs had her purring out and licking her lips.

Dragging her fingers down over the side of his face, through his graying beard she grabbed a firm hold of his jawline getting his eyes to connect with hers, “You are mine.”

Almost immediately he leaned in to kiss her again, his tongue sweeping out between her parted lips into the warmth of her mouth. Clutching tightly to Negan, she purred out with his raspy moans vibrating against her lips. Gradually Negan’s thrusts started to get harder with him nuzzling his nose in against the side of her neck.

The last time they were together was very sweet and passionate. This time it was rough, but it was emotional. It was all those emotions that had been bottled up between them over the last few months that didn’t get to be expressed.

Making sure that she was safe in his arms, Negan stepped back and away from the house to carefully move back toward their patio furniture. Dropping down on it, Negan pulled them back to brace his back against the sectional sofa that they had. Adjusting her weight over Negan, she felt his hands sliding in over her hips when she took control of their movements.

Forcing him to kiss her, she knew that her motions over him were hard, but they were passionate. Desperate for him to know that they were meant to be together. Every plunge his length made inside of her was deep drawing his moans to grow louder. Bracing her hand over his chest, she adjusted her hips over him so he could watch her take total control over him. Watching his face flood with pleasure drew a fire inside of her that only he could.

With the way that Negan was watching her, she felt like how she had all the times before. Wanted and needed by Negan. It felt good being with Negan, but she wanted him to know that with her was where he belonged.

Negan’s hands were everywhere and anywhere. Touching her and trying to comfort her while she had her way with him, allowing the wet sounds of their bodies moving together to fill the backyard. It was times like now where she was thankful that they had a privacy fence for their backyard. But then again, at this point she didn’t think she would care who saw. She desperately wanted this and she didn’t care if people saw or heard them.

Pulling her hips from his had him groaning out in frustration with his erection smacking up against his lower abdomen. Breathlessly, she reached out to tease her fingers in over Negan’s shaft watching his cock twitch with anticipation. Negan was watching her like a hawk while she had her way with him and it was fueling her. Grasping Negan firmly with her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, she took him into her mouth, appreciating the sound that Negan made once her warmth surrounded him. Bobbing her head over his length, she did what she knew Negan enjoyed and pampered his sensitive flesh. Varying between flicks of her tongue and using her mouth the way she pleased. Taking him back into her throat had his fingers lowering down to stroke over the back of her head, his fingers sinking into her hair to help lead her motions over his body.

“Fuck Y/N,” Negan dropped his head back against the couch, his raspy moan causing chills to fill her once more. Maybe she was pulling out all the stops, but she was doing everything she could to prove that what they had together no one could top. Lifting her eyes, she made sure to watch him while she pleasured him enjoying the expressions that he made. Behind heavy eye lids, Negan’s eyes connected with hers and he gave a weak smile.

Pulling her lips away with a wet sound had Negan whimpering out and she loved it. Taking her time to stroke her fingers over his manhood gave her the time to appreciate the man before her. Peppering kisses over the shaft had his hips flexing, involuntarily arching them up toward her. It made her smile that she could put him in such disarray like this. A wicked smirk tugged at her lips when she started to flick her tongue at the ridges of the tip along the underside. It had Negan’s raspy moan getting louder and it was like music to her ears.

While she enjoyed pleasuring him, there was an ache that she had where she knew she wanted him inside of her again. Stretching out, she almost teased him in the way that she moved when she laid down beside him. Her body was turned away from him with her back facing him when she looked over her shoulder at him in a seductive gaze.

Catching on, Negan turned on his side and pressed in behind her spooning her in his arms. Twisting her body, she brought his lips to hers when Negan entered her from behind making the both of them moan. Negan’s palm slid across her breast pulling at the cup of her bra to get it down so his fingers could palm at her flesh. Sucking faintly at his tongue had Negan groaning out, his thrusts starting to quicken behind her with their skin smacking.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Negan grunted, his hand sliding up from her breast to grab a tender hold of her chin.

“I’m yours,” she did what he asked of her causing a wolfish smile to pull at his lips. Reaching behind her, her fingers dug into Negan’s hips urging his movements to continue. Their loud breaths filled the air that surrounded them with him smacking up behind her. There was a fire burning in her belly with his movements and the way he touched her. “Negan…”

Covering her lips with his, he let out a pleased sound when she pulled her hips from his with a cry that he had to silence through his kisses after he got her to an orgasm. Her hips shook, her body straining against his until he urged her onto her back. Crawling in over her, Negan hooked her legs around his hips when he comfortably lowered back in over her.

“Look at me,” Negan curled his fingers around the back of her neck. Her breathing was still labored after the moment of euphoria he got her to. Looking between them, Negan adjusted himself so that he could easily thrust back into her drawing her hips up to him. Even though everything previously had been a hot romp, right now Negan’s movements were slow and fluid wanting to connect with her on an emotional level. “I love you.”

God, that’s all she wanted to hear. Those words. She had longed for them for so long.

“I love you,” she repeated, stroking her fingers at the back of his neck when his winces started to fill the air. Nipping at his bottom lip had him groaning out. With his body throbbing inside of hers, she knew that his orgasm would be following. Bringing him closer to her, she wanted to hold him when he came. There was that eagerness to be close to him when his thrusts became more prominent. Hooking his eyes with hers, Negan felt her fingers stroking at the bottom of his neck when his lips parted. Each movement stayed fluid as he filled her with line after line of his cum. It had his head dropping, pressing in against hers when his breathing became tired. Once he finished, his movements came to a stop and she just held him there for a moment stroking her fingers through his damp hair. It felt good being close like this to him again. Pulling his hips back had both of them moaning out before Negan lowered down beside her, desperate to cuddle in close to her. It took a while for her to gain back her breath and for her to have the strength to finally say something. “I’m going to guess no one else is here.”

“You’d be right,” Negan snickered against her jawline where he was peppering kisses over her flesh. Suddenly, she felt like a fool for falling for what NJ said to her, but she didn’t regret what they had done. “What made you think there was?”

“Our son,” she explained, pulling her head back enough to stare into his hazel eyes. Negan’s rough fingertips swept in over her jawline while he kept them close. “He told me that you were dating the woman I saw you with earlier. That the two of you were dating and you were going to ask her to marry you tonight.”

“Is that what he said?” Negan snorted, burying his head against the side of her neck when she alerted him of what NJ told her.

“How is that funny?” she wondered, surprised by Negan’s reaction to things. While she wasn’t exactly happy with NJ, she was happy that he encouraged her to come here. She just didn’t think that small amount of time where she was furious was all that funny. “You can’t be with anyone else. I never filed the paperwork Negan.”

“I know,” Negan hushed her, leaning back to drag his thumb out over her bottom lip. Negan’s reaction to this surprised her since she had just gone through that wavelength of crazy amount of emotions before she got here. “You don’t think I didn’t know that the paperwork wasn’t filed? I would have to have one hell of a shitty lawyer to not know that. I’ve always known that.”

“I’m confused,” she admitted with a lump growing in her throat. Negan’s thick eyebrows bounced up and he sighed.

“The woman from earlier is a friend of Jane and Elaina’s,” Negan informed Y/N with a shrug of his shoulders. “She was dropping by to pick up something for them and she’s married. She’s also fully, one hundred percent into women. I would never be her type in a million years.”

“Then why did our son lie to me?” she shifted in Negan’s arms, stroking her fingers through the dark hair that covered Negan’s chest. Giving her a dramatic expression, Negan sucked at his bottom lip and heard her huff. “Negan?”

“I may have asked him to help me get you here,” Negan confessed, his head bobbing from side to side. An amused laugh fell from his parted lips when he considered what NJ said. “I didn’t know that he would say that though. So, I was just as surprised as you were when you came here guns blazing. But I guess I should thank him because that angry sex was incredible.”

“Well shit,” she thought about her conversation with NJ and how he had tried to get her to talk to Negan at first by giving her a pep talk. But when it wasn’t working, he knew that it would get her fired up and she would end up coming to Negan tonight if he told her what he did. “Our son knows me too well.”

“Meaning?” Negan’s eyebrow arched up in curiosity.

“He was trying to get me here by giving me a pep talk and when he thought it wouldn’t work, he got me fired up because he knew I couldn’t deal with the idea of you being with someone else,” she informed Negan with a frown, pressing a few faint kisses over the center of his chest. “He knew how to get me here tonight.”

“Thankfully so,” Negan snorted, leaning down to press a loving kiss over her forehead.

“So you’re not dating someone else?” she felt his thumb drawing out over her bottom lip and it had her tipping her head back to look up at him.

“No,” Negan smirked, shaking his head in amusement.

“And you’re not asking someone to marry you?” she knew that he already told her no, but he smiled and peppered a few kisses over her lips. Getting up, Negan fixed his pants and pulled them back up over his slender hips. Holding his hand out, Negan helped pull her up on her wobbly legs. It had her falling in against his chest and he clung tightly to her. Lifting his hand, he swept his rough fingers in over her jawline with his hazel eyes hooked on hers.

Stealing another kiss from her lips, Negan let it linger before helping her get dressed again. Keeping his hoodie unzipped, Negan grabbed a hold of her hand to lead her over toward where he was originally sitting when she showed up. Holding his free hand out drew her attention to the rose that was sitting on the table beside his seat along with a note.

Gazing back at him, she realized it was much like what he used to do when they were together before when she would wake up every morning, “That’s for me?”

“Who else would it be for?” Negan pushed his hands into his pockets watching her with a smirk when she headed over to it.

Taking the rose in her fingers, she smiled when she brought it up to observe it. Looking back at Negan, she noticed that he was watching her with awe in his eyes when she extended her hand out to trace her fingertips in over the note. Picking it up, she opened it with her one hand and felt a breath get caught in her throat.

Will you marry me…again?

Turning on her heel she saw that Negan was knelt down behind her, his hazel eyes sparkling amongst the light coming from the firepit in the distance. There was a box in his hands that he opened when she clung the note and the flower closer to her. There was another ring in the box that shimmered in the nightlight taking her breath away.

“I had this whole thing planned out so differently,” Negan alerted her with a small chuckle, his expressive eyebrows furrowing when he took in a long breath. “I thought you would call, I would lead you back here to the seat and when you went to sit, you’d find that. I’d get on one knee and ask you to marry me again. Instead, our son got you furious and all of…this happened. Not that I didn’t enjoy that because I did and it just proved to me that you still love me like I love you. Which is with everything that I am.”

“We’re still married Negan,” she reminded him with a tip of her head and he rolled his eyes.

“I want us to renew our vows. That way it feels fresh like you wanted it to be. It will be like a restart on our relationship. This time with the children involved,” Negan suggested, grabbing the ring and tossing the box aside. Holding his hand out, he motioned her in closer to him to grab the opposite hand that her ring was on. “You weren’t making the first move, so I figured before I waited too fucking long, I better get a move on it. I tried respecting your wishes, but I want you back home. I want you back in my arms. When I told you that you were the only woman for me, I meant it. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Just you. I see that you are working hard with our children and I know you mean what you say when you want to change. But I want to be beside you to help you during it because I love you.”

Stepping before him, she felt his fingers hooking around hers and she sighed, “So what do you say Y/N? Will you renew our vows so we can be together…again?”

“Yes, very much yes,” she answered with a smile, letting out an emotional sound when Negan hopped up from the ground to pick her up in his arms. With him peppering kisses over her lips she knew all over again why she had fallen in love with Negan to begin with. “I was ready to kick some poor girl’s ass because I was afraid she was taking you from me.”

“That would never happen,” Negan assured her, his kisses vibrating against her bottom lip. “I made a promise to you all those years ago and I intend to keep it.”

“I’m so sorry for getting lost along the way,” she frowned, cupping his face in her hands while he held her closely to him. “You were always perfect Negan.”

“I’m better when I’m with you,” Negan whispered with a loving expression. “And I don’t want to live my life any other way. I want to be behind you. Pushing you up and making you happy for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t want you behind me Negan,” she hushed him with a shake of her head. At first, he seemed confused, but she reached for his hand to squeeze it tightly in hers. “I want you standing beside me where we both can work to make each other happy. Because you deserve happiness just as much as I do. So do our children. And I promise to spend the rest of my life proving that I’m worth the love all of you have for me because I love all of you so very much. I’ll never let anything cloud my judgement ever again.”

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