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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Diverged”

Imagine for the 21st episode of Season 10

Summary: Follow Negan and the Reader through the days after Maggie’s arrival in Alexandria, through struggles and tension, domestic bliss, and a special little celebration.

Warning: Smut

Day 1 after Maggie’s arrival Warm morning sun was streaming through the windows of the living room and the kitchen, filling it up with a warmth that you very much needed after the nerve-wracking last night. You hadn’t slept badly, but your body was still letting you know that it didn’t like the ordeal of fear and tears you’d put it through last night. You tried to stay positive, new day, new game, but the thought that you could run into Maggie any moment you’d step foot out of your house gave you a feeling of the ugly kind. “Fuck, really needed that coffee”, Negan groaned as you watched him take a big gulp from his cup, his figure still a little slumped over the table and his face was still painted in the remaining exhaustion that was stuck in him as well. “Mhm me too”, you sighed, reaching for your cup, taking another sip while you could feel Negan’s hand reaching for yours, taking it into his grasp as he cleared his throat slightly. “So we’re just gonna-” Cut off by two quick knocks on the door your glimpse shot up from your cup, darting right at the door, revealing Gabriel’s black clothed figure right behind its windows. Your stomach started to sink from one moment to another, unsure what to think, unsure what he would do and say now that Maggie was back, unsure if he was here to try and snap Negan’s freedom back again, or if it was just something trivial that had brought him here. “Fuck”, it fell from Negan’s lips the same moment a tense sound fell from yours and you stood up from your spot, letting go of Negan’s hand to move towards the door while your heart started to drum against your chest, pounding harshly as you finally pushed down the handle. “Morning, can I come in?”, the priest asked, the look on his face not readable enough for you to know whether he had good or bad news. “Sure”, you only nodded, gulping thickly as he walked past you towards the table, watching him closely as you followed him. “Mornin’ Gabey boy”, Negan chuckled, overplaying any of the stress and fear he clearly felt too. The bright grin was plastered onto his face, but just one look into his eyes gave away what he was truly feeling right now. “Morning to you too, Negan. I just got some updates for the both of you”, he said, looking in between the both of you and finally, he seemed to pick up on the thick tension that was laying in the air.

“It’s nothing negative, no need to worry”, he quickly added and while a burden already seemed to fall from your shoulders and your heart started to slow down its relentless pounding, a part of you was still on edge. “Aaron and I will leave for an extensive run in a few hours. Maggie provided us with a map with possible scavenging locations further out. I just thought it would be good to let you know, also concerning the council”, he said as he looked to you while you were still nearly hanging onto his lips, waiting for him to finish so you could be sure that no bad surprise was waiting for you,”With both of us gone, most of the remaining council is gone as well, there’s only you, Nora and Kyle left...which means it is inactive for the time being, as soon as we’re back, we will look for new members and make any decisions together.” “And what does that mean for us?”, Negan finally asked, the grin gone as the tension broke through his facade as he glanced up to the priest, “C’mon Gabe, You just said it, Maggie is back. So as long as you and spikey boy are out there we’ll just continue as before? Do our work and live here?” “That’s the plan”, he nodded,”I’ve told you before, every helping hand is needed and living in this home has worked during the last days as well. A well rested worker is a good worker. So yes, you will continue as before.” “And others know that as well? As long as you’re gone we can count on this?”, you asked, still too tense to trust it all completely yet no matter how much you wanted to believe it,“I just...I just want to be sure that Maggie’s presence won’t spontaneously change things while you’re gone. We won’t start anything of course, we’ll keep our distance, I just want to be sure that we can count on this now.” “You can”, he nodded once more, sighing as he still saw the suspicion on both of your faces. You wished it was different, you wished you could act and be a little more lighthearted and less tense but you’d been disappointed too many times before and you weren’t gonna let that happen again, not if you had any chance to avoid it. “I’ve told Kyle and Nora...and yes, I’ve let Daryl know as well just as Maggie does. I’m not saying she likes it but this decision is set in stone for as long as we’re gone”, he said, looking in between the both of you, “And as I told you last time, I generally see no problem in keeping the situation permanently as it is.” “Okay, thank you, Gabe”, you finally got out, allowing yourself to let his words finally calm you while Negan joined in, sighing softly as he got the priest’s attention. “I know I’ve been screwing with you here and there but I appreciate this, Gabey, Really”, he said, looking straight but entirely genuine at the other man, who started to clear his throat slightly. “Good...I am not entirely sure how long this run will take, but it will be something around two weeks. I’ll see you when I’m back”, he started, looking once more in between the both of you before he started to head towards the door again. “Take care”, you said as you moved in behind him, reaching for his arm to stop him for a moment as he was about to step outside, “I mean it, thank you. This means a lot.” He only gave you another look, a slightly warmer one you’d rarely seen in him during the last while before he nodded slightly and slipped outside, leaving you at the doorstep for a moment as the fresh morning breeze brushed over your face and allowed you to relax slightly and process the news that were much better than you’d actually anticipated. For now, things were good, and you’d just appreciate that to the fullest.

2 days after Maggie’s arrival Business as usual. Just like Gabriel had proposed. You hadn’t seen Maggie on the streets of Alexandria at all yesterday, only one or two of her people and you were quite grateful that it had stayed that limited after the tumultuous night you’ve had before, though you knew that it certainly wouldn’t stay that way. They were probably getting that house ready that Maggie had simply picked for them, and while that fact irked you a little, you were partly grateful that it bought you some more time to adjust. Still half lost in your thoughts you moved through the quiet infirmary, only hearing Steve move something around on the first floor, collecting some new bed sheets for the only stationary patient you had at the moment. “I got you, only this one more step”, an unfamiliar male voice rumbled from the porch dully into the room, just loud enough for your attention to spike up and turn you into the direction of the voice. Tilting your head you glimpsed through the windows, trying to sort the voice to a face and from one moment to another, it was crystal clear to you why you didn’t recognize it. The voice didn’t belong to an Alexandrian, Hilltoper or even former Kingdom resident, those were two of Maggie’s people. A shudder ran down your back as you watched the man whose voice you’d just heard help the blonde woman he propped with his arms towards the door, slow but still not slow enough for you to prepare yourself for the situation. Did they know who you were? Did Maggie or maybe any other person in here already point it out to them? For a moment, you wanted to call Steve downstairs, to take no chances and avoid unnecessary confrontations but you didn’t have enough time for that left and a small part of you hoped that doing a good job now might benefit you and Negan at some other point. Still, it didn’t leave you any less tense as the man pushed the door open, his eyes on the floor until the both of them moved a little more into the room and he finally looked up. “Morning, we’re here to get a new bandage for her foot”, he rumbled, tucking a loose strand of his dark hair back into his low bun as you moved towards the both of them, trying to find some kind of recognition in his eyes but at least for now, it didn’t seem like he knew who you were, and if that was the case, it might be best to keep it this way. You weren’t in the mood for confrontations. Not here. Not now. “Sure, just help me get her on the cot”, you said, smiling softly as you moved in next to the woman, propping her just enough to get her comfortably onto the nearest cot and a sigh of relief left her lips as soon as she could adjust herself and relieve her foot from any weight that had still lasted onto it. “I’ll quickly get some stuff to wrap this up again”, you said as you moved towards the counters, a certain tension still lasting onto you as you reached for the small notebook with notes you kept about the patients, searching for the latest fitting entry of the day before yesterday that fit to her injury. “Your name’s Linda, right?”, you asked as you glimpsed up from the book, watching as the younger woman looked up and nodded softly. “You’re keeping track of the patients?”, the man asked, curious as he tilted his head a little to glimpse at the book. “Yeah, makes it easier to know for any follow up appointments what drugs, salves or else were used”, you said, still with a friendly look on your face as you nodded back to the book, “Also easier to keep track on how much of meds we still got left, just makes things a lot faster and simple.” “Yeah I’m just asking ‘cause our doc back at our old village did the same thing, had a book that looked exactly like that one, just had me curious”, he said, a bittersweetness in his voice before he let out a thick sigh,”Not sure if you heard but the reason we left is the same reason she got injured...hurt herself when the rest of our group fled from that bastard in the woods.”´ß “Yeah I did”, you nodded, moving in to grab what you needed, glimpsing in between the book and Linda and Cole as you threw the supplies into a small basket, ready to use them as you made your way back and gave her a small smile,”Gonna make sure you’re fully back on your feet quickly.” “I’m Cole by the way”, he said the moment you reached them, extracting his hand out to you and with that, sending just another shiver of tension through you as you realized that there was no way past introducing yourself anymore. “Well then nice to meet you, Cole”, you said, giving him another smile, trying to give him one last kind impression of yourself before you gulped thickly as you accepted his hand, only hoping that this would be the first time he’d hear your name. “I’m (Y/N).” It wasn’t the first time. it most definitely wasn’t. From one moment to another, it seemed to click in him. His kind looking dark eyes widened slightly before they narrowed as his face fell flat, saying with that expression more than 1000 words ever could while his grip on your hand loosened. “Well, then let’s get this done, huh?”, you could hear yourself awkwardly mumble as you let go of his hand, trying to act as if this hadn’t just happened while you only hoped that he would just give you the silent treatment instead of spewing a remark. Tensely you started to get to work, trying to ignore what had just happened though you could very much tell that they were eyeing you. Linda more than Cole, but the looks you could see him giving you from the corner of your eyes were still obvious enough to notice. Thorough but as fast as you could you finished the job, making sure to not look as tensed as you felt before you finally tossed the last bit of scraps back into the basket and looked back up again. “Alright, it’s done. You can come back anytime you feel like you need a bandage change, if nothing happens and it mostly stays in place, you could come by tomorrow evening or the day after”, you said, just trying to act as if this situation wasn’t as awkward and tense as it truly was. With that, you only got a short “Thanks” and “Bye” of them and right after those words had been spoken, they got themselves out of the infirmary without saying just another word. And while this was by far not the worst case scenario, you knew that your time of adjusting was over with these few minutes that were surely just the beginning of a ton of tense encounters. “Delivery for the doc?”, a warm, familiar voice filled up the room, its suddeness that cut through the silence from one moment to another letting you flinch as you turned around and saw Negan standing by the side entrance door with a large wooden box in his hands that he quickly let down by the door as he moved inside towards you. “Fuck, you look like ya saw a damn ghost. Did I scare you that much?”, he chuckled as he reached you, moving in to grasp your jaw and press a kiss over your lips. Humming you leaned into him, kissing him back until he slowly let go of you and looked over your face, almost as if he was trying to read off of your expression what exactly was wrong. “Two of Maggie’s people were here just now”, you eventually mumbled, watching his face tense up quickly before you shook your head softly. “They didn’t do anything but their attitude changed up real quick once they heard my name”, you mumbled, sighing softly as you shrugged your shoulders,”At least didn’t throw any remarks around but the silence was awkward as hell.” Negan only nodded, his face a little less tense than before but still far from relaxed as you leaned up to press another small kiss over his lips. “Now what’s the delivery? I’m curious”, you asked, trying to switch up the topic as you nodded towards the box that still stood by the door and Negan’s face began to light back up. “Went out with your colleague’s husband today and got some cuts for those herbs you needed”, he said as he let go of you and strolled over to the door to heave the box with a small grunt up and carry it over to the counter by your side ,”Daniel and I wanna go out an dig ‘em up some other day. Steve told him getting some tinctures and salves done is kinda urgent so we thought we’d get some cuts for y’all first.” “Oh that’s awesome”, you said, glimpsing into the box that was filled with neatly tied bundles of herbs, though your excitement wasn’t only directed at the new supplies but also at the fact that Negan seemed to have had a rather positive experience with another Alexandrian, and he could use that at the moment. “We got a bunch of chamomile, some burning nettles, comfrey, burdock, dandelions and some lavender”, Negan mumbled as he gestured into the box as you peeked inside,”Reading those damn plant books down in that fucking cell finally pays off. First that Hogweed shit with Aaron and now this.” A chuckle fell from your lips as you reached inside the box and grasped the small bundle of lavender and held it up to your nose to smell its calming scent. “Oh this smells so good”, you mumbled, backing a little off to glimpse at the small and pretty lilac blossoms ,”Crazy how fast everything’s blooming now. Feels like those pretty wildflowers by the woodhouses also just popped up from one day to another.” Laying the lavender back into the box you moved closer to Negan to wrap your arms around his neck and lean into kiss him softly, smiling as you leaned back to glimpse at him. “Thank you”,you mumbled, reaching your hand up to run it trough his dark hair and elicited a small, content groan to fall from Negan’s lips ,”How were things with Daniel outside?” “Actually pretty damn good”, Negan said, the grin on his face growing a little wider and some more relief spread through you,”Nice guy, really...felt good just being looked at like a normal damn person.” “See”, you mumbled, giving him another smile,”Told you there’s also people who’ve grown to accept you. Not everything’s bad.” Slowly, Negan nodded, the smile still resting on his lips. Things wouldn’t become easier, if anything had shown you that it was the encounter with Cole and Linda just now, but these little positive news were enough to let you realize once more that there were still people in this town that were starting to accept Negan. You just couldn’t let the opinions of those that still despised him overshadow those who were willing to give him an honest chance to start anew.

4 days after Maggie’s arrival A deep sigh fell from your lips as you fumbled the DVD of the likely most horrible horror movie you’d watched to this day out of the console, popping it quickly back into its packaging to push it, hopefully, to never be seen again into the TV shelf. Glimpsing over your shoulder you watched as Negan poured the both of you new drinks in the kitchen, waiting for you to choose the next thing to watch for your daily little movie night that would hopefully distract you from the cliché filled atrocity you’d just watched. Shifting on the fluffly carpet you moved along the backs of the DVD packages until you found the one you wanted and pulled it out just as you saw the lights in the kitchen turn off again and heard Negan’s footsteps coming closer. “Watcha poppin’ in there?”, he asked, curiously rising his eyebrows as he tried to peek at the package in your hands and took a small sip of his whiskey. ““Can you resist?” I need something trashy and fun after that bummer”, you said with a small chuckle and held the tacky, and bright colored packaging up, just enough for Negan to see it as he sat down on the edge of the couch and brightly grinned at you. “Need something to calm ya down?”, he asked, tease swinging heavily through his voice ,”Was that thing too scary for you?” “No”, you quickly retorted before you popped the package open,“I just need to erase that crap from my mind.” “Sure thing.” “Asshole”, you chuckled in response to his comment that just oozed sarcasm, leaning in over to him to give his leg a small, playful slap while a thick laugh rumbled up his throat. Glimpsing back down you moved the DVD into the console, a little more eager to finally get it running. The first four episodes that you’d watched during the last nights had already been nothing but a fun guilty pleasure, that got so much better with Negan’s remarks about the candidates and whatever actions they were pulling at the moment. If you were honest, those remarks were likely what you enjoyed most about watching the show. “I swear if Sarah and Chad are the first fuckin’ faces we see, I’m gonna lose my shit”, Negan groaned as he stood up from the couch’s edge and moved back to his usual spot, plopping down onto it, careful to not spill any of your drinks as he threw his legs onto the cushions. “I’ve never seen two people on TV who’ve got on my nuts that much”, he scoffed, sipping once more on his glass as you grabbed the remote and moved back over to him,”I get it, not fuckin’ is hard but not so fuckin’ hard to resist if 100 thousand dollar are on the damn line. Just resist for a while and then have a big-ass fuckfest after you collect the damn coin.” “At least the drama’s good”, you chuckled back, reaching for your glass as you moved in next to him and started the show, almost eager to forget about that dumb movie and hear what kind of remarks Negan had to offer up for this episode. “That’s true”, he mumbled as you set your glass back on the coffee table and cuddled up to his side, watching the screen load before another contestant’s face showed up on the screen and a relieved groan fell from Negan’s lips,”Oh thank god...Y’know who that guy reminds me of?” Glancing up you looked in between Negan and the young man that was shown on TV, trying to figure out for a moment who he could refer to before you shook your head and watched Negan’s grin flare up once more. “Gabey.” “What?”, it fell from your lips with a laugh, as you glimpsed confused back to Negan. “Y’know he’s acting all coy and shit but I bet he might be kinkier than we think”, he said, grinning widely as he bit his lip before he gestured to the TV ,”I’m sure he’s gonna get laid by that Valerie girl.” “You sure he won’t be able to resist?”, you mumbled, tilting your head a little as said Valerie showed up on screen and started to move towards Gabey 2.0 ,”He’s been responsible till now.” “Till now”, Negan grinned, holding his pointing finger up before he snickered and grinned just a little wider,”He’s gonna break at some point...especially if she keeps on inviting him on those dates...and I can’t wait for the shit storm that will break loose once that happens.”

7 days after Maggie’s arrival The sun was already nearing the skyline of the trees and filled the air with its warm light as you reached your home after a long day of work. You’d stayed a little longer at the infirmary today, fixing up some new tinctures with the herbs that Negan and Daniel had brought in and by now, you were just glad to finally come home and fill your stomach up with whatever delicious meal Negan had prepared by now. Once you reached your home you quickly moved up the porch, taking two steps at the time only to hear the door opening as soon as you reached the top. “Hey Sweetheart”, Negan said, a wide grin on his face as he leaned against the doorframe while your eyes ran over him. Usually, he was already in his comfortable clothes around this time, ready to just relax for the rest of the day but now, he looked like he’d freshly slicked back his hair and threw some fresh dark gray pants on and a white shirt on. You most definitely weren’t complaining, but you were still surprised. “Hey”, you said back, grinning back at him as you moved in to greet him with a kiss, peeking curiously past him as you caught a high vase on the dinner table that was filled with the pretty wildflowers you’d seen blooming by the woodhouses and that only sparked your curiosity further. “What’s going on here?”, you asked as you leaned a bit back and tilted your head slightly, watching as something that looked a little but like nervousness spread over his face as he took your hand and lead you inside, where you could already smell the delicious scent of Negan’s spaghetti sauce filling the air. “Y’know...around this time last year I put that ring on your finger”, he said as he closed the door behind you and looked down to your hand before glimpsing right back up at you with a warm but still slightly nervous look in his eyes,”I can’t be sure about the exact date but I...I thought it would be nice to celebrate our anniversary in some way...I just wanted to do something special for you.” From one moment to another the smile on your lips got wider, bringing warmth all over you as you looked from the flowers in the vase, to the few burning thick candles, to the nicely set table and the fresh basket of self made biscuits that was laying beside the cutlery. “Wow, I-” “You said you liked ‘em so I thought they’d make a nice bouquet, uhm-”, Negan said as he nodded towards the flowers. The slight nervousness that filled the usually so confident and self-assure man was honestly adorable and you found yourself charmed as he moved from your side over to his chair and picked up something that he’d been hiding there till now ,”I got something else for you too.” With that he lifted up a pretty, dark brown leather bound notebook from its spot, a loving look filling his eyes as he moved back over to you. “You always said you wanted to create some kinda handbook for those healing herbs and stuff but you never actually got to do it before...so when I was out there getting those herb cuts, I got the idea and thought I’d start it for you.” “Holy shit”, it left your lips as you reached in to accept his gift, already smiling widely as you glimpsed at the notebook,”Thank you.” Your mouth fell softly open as you glanced down, running your thumb over the soft leather as more warmth filled you. Spending your time either working at the infirmary or being down by Negan in his cell for the last years had never given you the time to start a book like this, and it got you even happier now that it was him who gave it to you. It was personal and it was perfect and as you finally opened it the smile on your face grew only wider.

To the best wife (and doc) ever! Happy anniversary, Sweetheart I love you

Negan’s handwriting filled the whole top of the first page, neat and not as messy as you were used to it and you could tell that it had cost him some effort to get it this way. And just as your eyes swayed over the last three words they got captured by the smaller written line at the bottom of the page. P.S. You have, and always will, give my dick and my heart the biggest boner!

With that, a laugh fell from your lips as your eyes ran over the sentence, while the smile on your lips surely turned into an everlasting one. You loved the sweet message on the top of the page, but this down there was Negan through and through and that made it even more special to you. “First thought I’d hold myself a bit back in case you’d want others to look into it too”, Negan chuckled as you finally glimpsed up to him from the book and he winked at you,”Couldn’t go through with it all the way tho.” “I’m glad you didn’t”, you chuckled, your curiosity taking over again as you started to turn the pages and found yourself loving the book more and more with every second. Negan had taken a leaf or blossom of each of the herbs that he’d found outside, dried them and carefully glued them into the book, dedicating a page for each of the dried samples with their names written neatly on top of them and with enough pages left between each of them for you to fill with whatever notes and knowledge you had about them. “Oh my”, it fell from your lips as you browsed through the book that must have been a whole lot of work, especially considering that he always only had time to work on it whenever he got earlier back from his shifts than you. “Wish I could give you more, I know it’s not much-”, you suddenly heard him start, cut off by your sudden movement as you looked up at him and glanced wide eyes at him. “Are you kidding me?”,you asked, a soft chuckle falling from your lips as you widely smiled at him ,”This is so awesome. I love it!” Negan’s face began to light up as his eyes roamed over your happy face, his glance softening as you sat the book carefully down onto the table and moved in to hug him tightly. “Thank you so so much”, you mumbled, nuzzling your nose into his warm neck while his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer into his embrace,”This is so sweet.” You’d never had such a thing as an anniversary before, there had never been this moment where the both of you had decided that you were a couple, it had just happened, little by little until you found yourself in love with one another and you’d always liked it this way. But this, this was special. It was something you’d never been able to do during all these years down in that cell and celebrating just anything with him now got you happy, just as the realization that you’d been calling him your husband for a year now. Leaning back you tipped up to meet his lips in a kiss, humming into him before you could feel a tiny bit of guilt starting to prick you as you realized that you were pretty much empty handed. “Now I don’t even have anything for you”, you mumbled as you let got of his lips, watching as Negan quickly shook his head. “And you don’t need to”, he mumbled, moving in to cup your face with his hands as he leaned down to press another kiss over your lips,”What you did during the last years is more than I could ever give back to you.” A small sigh left his lips as he glimpsed at you, licking his lips as his eyes stayed fixed on you. “Shit, everything you dragged down that cell to make it look more comfy was basically a damn gift”, he mumbled, a small snort falling from his lips before he shrugged his shoulders softly,”I could never give you one.” “You gave me this”, you said, holding up your left hand and the slim diamond wedding ring Negan had fixed up for you,”That’s a pretty big one.” A hum fell from Negan’s lips as his eyes swayed from the ring back to you as you let your arm lower and wrap back around his torso again. “I’m serious tho”, you mumbled, sure to keep his eyes locked on yours ,”I know you won’t believe that but you’ve given me just as much as I have given you, in one way or another. We’re even, Negan.” He softly nodded, and even though he did, you knew he’d never truly think this way. “Thank you so much for this”, you mumbled, looking over from the flowers and the notebook back at your husband ,”It’s perfect...I don’t even really know what to say I just-....I love you so much.” “I love you too”, Negan mumbled back, moving back in to kiss you, this time longer and with more passion, until your knees started to feel gooey and you found yourself melted against him. Slowly and reluctantly, Negan let go of your lips and leaned his forehead against yours, smiling widely as you heard the blubbering of the still simmering tomato sauce on the stove and let a small chuckle fall from your lips. “I want some of those spaghetti now tho...I’m starving.”

The spaghetti were as great as always and you quickly filled your stomach up with the delicious meal, loving every little moment of your anniversary dinner with Negan until you decided to quickly hop under the shower so you could enjoy the rest of the night with him down in the living room. With a towel wrapped around your body and busy with drying off your hair with another, smaller one you moved from the bathroom back into the bedroom, lost in your thoughts for a moment as your eyes swayed over the trees outside that were only enlighted by now by the faint moonlight until your eyes dropped from the windows and landed on Negan’s leatherjacket that laid over the back of the desk-chair. Smiling softly you moved towards it, running your fingers over the smooth leather until it clicked within you from one moment to another and an idea quickly rose up into your head that would allow you to still give Negan a little gift for the anniversary as well. Dropping the towel from your body you tossed it along with the smaller one to the bed and grabbed the jacket to slip it over your bare body, chuckling to yourself as you already imagined his reaction to it and could feel an anticipating tingling growing quickly within you. A small grin already laid on your face as you adjusted the oversized jacket on your body and started to move downstairs as quietly as you could, aiming to not let Negan see you until you wanted him too. Peeking inside the living room you saw him sitting relaxed on the couch, leaned back into the cushions and with his back darted towards you as he looked through some DVDs. Gulping softly you moved forwards, extra careful to not step onto the floorboards that were usually squeaking a little underneath your feet until you stood right behind Negan. Slowly, you lowered yourself a little until you could wrap your leather clad arms around him from behind and leaned in, just enough to align your lips with his ear. “I have a little surprise for you after all”, you whispered, immediately hearing a sharp breath falling from Negan’s lips as he turned around and stared with wide eyes at you that started to narrow as soon as his glance wandered over you. “Holy fuck”, he growled, licking his lips as he rushed up from the couch and rounded it within seconds, hurrying over to you while his eyes already filled with the lust you knew all too well. ”Thought we could check off another goal from that bucket list of yours”, you said with a grin as soon as he reached you, his eyes still roaming over you like a hungry predator that was looking at its prey. ”Oh for fuckin’ sure”, you could hear him murmur as he leaned down to met you in a rough kiss, his hands already starting to move underneath the leather and wander over your bare skin. Running your hands through his hair you winced softly against his lips as he lead you towards the dinner table, groaning into you as your body met the wood. ”This gotta be a fuckin’ dream”, he grumbled, only letting go of you to look down at you,”Don’t know how often I’ve imagined you wearing only that jacket, fuck.” You quickly found yourself in another rough kiss, only breaking it to get the rest of the stuff off the table along with the vase of flowers and the notebook before you felt Negan pushing you against it, more than ready to take this further. “Fuckin’ hell”, you heard him groan against your lips as his hands moved below the jacket and cupped your breasts, fondling them and brushing his rough thumbs over your sensitive nipples while you leaned into his touch, eager to get more of it. Humming his lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck, kissing and nipping at it as your hand dove into his thick hair and grasped it tightly as you felt him biting the skin gently but firm enough to let a small sting shoot through your body. “Oh fuck”, it fell softly from your lips, your eyes closing for a moment before you felt one of his hands traveling up to cup your throat, squeezing it lightly as he leaned back and grinned down at you. “Sit and lean back, Baby”, he said lowly, not needing to do much more for you to do as he said as you could already feel your body tingling in anticipation of what was to come while his hand was still wrapped around your throat. Breathing sharply in you leaned back until your leather covered back meet the wood, your fingers running over its roughness while your eyes found Negan’s that were staring narrowed down on you. “This, shit, this is a sight for the gods”, he murmured, licking his lips as the wolfish grin on his lips widened, enjoying the view for a moment longer until his hand ran from your neck down your breasts and your stomach until he started to lower himself to his knees. A shiver ran down your spine as you could feel him grabbing your legs to push them over his shoulders and move his head so close to your middle that you could feel his hot breath ghosting over your flesh. Slowly but surely you could feel Negan’s lips trailing along your inner thighs, his rough beard brushing against them until you could finally feel the warmth of his mouth meeting your middle and a low groan vibrated against your sensitive flesh. A small gasp left your mouth as you felt him dragging his tongue along your core, humming deeply as he tasted you and you could feel the heat within you growing hotter as it pooled in your body’s depth. The sensation of his rough beard and his soft lips and tongue made you wince in pleasure as he worked on you, moving one of his hands towards your hot flesh to send more waves of heat through you. Tipping your head back, you felt his long fingers teasing over your clit, before his thumb moved in firm, circling movements over the sensitive numb, enough to make your body tingle even more. Negan knew what you liked. Hell, Negan knew every little inch of your body and he surely knew how to use that for his advantage. In no time he turned you into a writhing mess as his fingers and tongue worked on you and you found yourself grabbing his hair as your body started to tremble, filled up with heat and pleasure. Softly moaning you met your hips gently in rhythm with his movements until could feel an uneasy sound fall from his lips as his deep voice vibrated against your flesh ,”Fuck, I can’t wait anymore...shit, I’m rock hard.” “Then take me”, it slipped from your lips, your body eager to feel just any touch from him, feel his tongue or his lips, or feel him thrust deeply into you. Negan was quick back on his feet, a wicked look on his face as you whined in response to the loss of his touch, though you got quickly rewarded as you rose your head just enough to see him pulling his clothes from his body. Step by step you could see more of him, his toned body, the dark hair that peppered his chest and the trail that down his pants that got you excited regardless how many times you’d already seen him undress. You could already see the large tent underneath his boxers as he pulled his pants from his body and tossed them to the side, grinning wolfishly before he brushed the very last piece from his body and revealed his throbbing erection. He was as rock hard as he’d said, precum already leaking from the tip as he stroked himself, enough to let the anticipation skyrocket within you. His eyes kept on roaming over your naked figure underneath his leather jacket as he moved in to grab your legs, pushing them up and leaning them against his shoulders as he moved between them, the wicked grin always on his face while your body started to tremble harder. His fingers were digging into your skin as one of his hands ran down to get a grasp of himself and lead himself closer, eliciting a sharp breath to fall from your lips as soon as you felt his tip pushing against your core. “Eyes on me”, you could hear him order lowly, enough to make your glance shoot towards him and just in the very moment your eyes met his, you felt him thrusting himself into you, hard and deep while your face twisted in pleasure. A loud moan fell from your lips as your eyes stayed fixed on Negan, his lips hanging open as he groaned deeply as he grasped both of your legs tightly. “That pussy was made for me, fuck”, he groaned, licking his lips as he started to rock himself into you and his thick brows tensed as his darkened eyes stared down on you as you twitched and writhed on his cock. His fingers were digging deeply into the flesh of your legs, so much that you were sure that he was leaving marks but you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to feel him. Whining in pleasure you could feel Negan pulling himself a little out of your heat only to plow himself right back into you, groaning loudly as his skin smacked against yours and his thick cock filled you up in the very best way possible “Fuck”, it fell from your lips as Negan rocked himself into you, allowing you to meet his harsh but rhythmic movements as your hands were moving to grasp the edges of the table, desperate to hold onto anything as his fast and hard thrusts made the wood shake underneath you. “Fuck, Negan...fuck this feels so good”, you called out, writhing and humming as his heavy thrusts made you shake a little more one after one, only to see how another grin spread over his strained face. “Oh I think I got a little treat for ya”, he growled and pushed himself harder into you, before one of his hands reached down to circle his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, enough to make you throw your head back in pleasure. ”Oh my”, it fell in a gasp from your lips as you felt Negan’s thrusts and the movements of his fingers combining perfectly, bringing the mix of lust and pleasure within you to boil up even more than it already had. ”Good girl”, he growled, as you rocked your hips against his and played into his movements all while you gripped the table’s edges harder, feeling your body heating up even more as Negan’s thrusts got harder and he put more pressure onto your clit, just enough to make your body shake more. You were starting to swing more in a trance, feel each of his touches even more intense than before. Feel his rough grasp on your leg, feel his rough thrusts, feel his fingers skilled movements over your clit and feel his scent and the feeling of the smooth leather of his jacket surround you. “Be my dirty girl and cum on my cock, baby. Cum on my fucking cock!”, Negan called out as you were growing closer to your high, thrust by thrust until he finally send you over the edge and let your orgasm wash over you as he fucked you through it. Heavily breathing you could feel your chest rising and falling quickly as you slowly started to recover, though you stayed stuck in this haze of pleasure as you saw Negan’s eyes looking over you, visibly enjoying seeing you writhe on his cock while your bare body was only surrounded by his leather jacket. The grin on his lips was wide as he finally let go of your clit and instead moved up to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, and pulled your still shaking body up to face him. “C’mere”, he growled, still keeping his movements going as you tried recollect yourself somehow and moved in to wrap your shaking legs around his hips, allowing him to thrust deeper. “Fucking hell”, he cussed out, his body tensing up as he rocked himself harder into you, stretching you out perfectly and hitting all the right spots as you moved your arms to wrap them around his neck, moaning and panting as you tried to meet his movements and give him the very same pleasure he had just given you. Glimpsing with a still hazy look in your eyes down, you watched him dragging himself back and forth into you before you felt his hands moving down to your hips, pushing you harder onto him as he moaned deeply. Taking the chance you leaned in to brush your lips over his neck and nipped on his heated skin, while more curses left his lips one by one. Reaching one of his hands up he grasped your jaw harshly, pulling you to his lips to he met you in a rough kiss that swallowed both of your moans and deep groans as Negan started to grow closer and closer. His thrusts grew harsher but sloppier, your kiss disrupted by his heavy pants that rumbled through his broad chest as his eyes found yours to keep them locked as he rocked himself harder into you. “Holy fuck...”, he groaned, pleasure written all over his face as his movements got faster and you allowed him to use you just the way he wanted right now until you finally felt him twitch deeply inside you. A shivering groan fell from his lips as he pulled himself just fast enough out of you, his body shivering harshly as he spilled himself over your stomach while the shocks of his orgasm rumbled through him. Panting his eyes fell from yours and fixed on his leatherjacket and your body that was covered in his cum, until he exhaustedly leaned against you, his forehead pressing against yours as you leaned in to cup his face and pressed a kiss over his lips. “Happy anniversary, Negan.”

9 days after Maggie’s arrival The afternoon sun fell brightly over Alexandria as you strolled through the infirmary, Negan’s handbook in one hand and a pen and Siddiq’s old notes about the herbs in your other as you headed towards the porch. You’d already started to work on the book a little during yesterday’s evening, but your small break now seemed like a good opportunity to continue with it. Rounding your last corner you peaked outside and saw Judith sitting at the end of the table on the porch, writing something while a couple pens were sprawled out around her. “Hey Jude”, you said with a smile as you moved outside, closing the door behind yourself as you nodded towards her,”Watcha doing?” “Homework...and I’m waiting for Lydia”, she sighed as she looked up from her paper before a small smile grew on her lips as she nodded towards the small lake on the other side of the road,”I like the view here, makes it easier to study.” “Oh that’s true, it’s real pretty here”, you said as you moved closer and nodded towards one of the free chairs diagonally from her,“Mind if I join?” Shaking her head she quickly moved some of the sprawled out pens closer to her to give you a bit more space before you sat down and laid stuff onto the table, just as something on the street caught your gaze. Tension washed over your body from one moment to another as you caught Maggie walking down the street, her son strolling right next to her as they chatted with each other. You tried to dart your glance quickly away from her but before you could her eyes met yours and let a shiver run down your back as the smile on her face turned into a frown within seconds. “What’s this?”, you suddenly heard Judith’s voice say, pulling you from Maggie’s stare as you glanced over at Judith and saw her pointing at the notebook, and though you knew that she was curious, the look in her eyes said more than 1000 words could. She was trying to distract you and you were going to let her. “Gonna be a handbook for all the herbs we use in here”, you said, quickly opening up the book to show her the pages that were filled with the dried herb samples- “Oh that’s nice”, she said, smiling brightly as she pointed at the dried comfrey leaf,”Can I?” Nodding, you watched her lean over and stroke her finger over the texture of the leaf, giggling as she fell back onto her chair, “Wow, that’s so cool.” “Gotta tell Negan that, he dried them”, you said with a chuckle just as her eyes fell on the street and she let out a small laugh. “Speaking of.” Turning your head you saw Negan strolling down the street towards the infirmary, ready to pick you up for your shift later this day while Lydia walked next to him. “Hey ladies”, Negan called out with quick wave and a grin as he reached the porch and nodded to Lydia next to him,”Found out we wanted to head to the same place.” “Hi”, Lydia said with a smile as she moved towards you, sat down across from you and set her book down on the table, smiling softly once more as you greeted her back and saw Negan plopping down on the chair beside her. “Think you could help me with a math problem?”, Judith finally asked as she reached for another slim book of hers and flipped through the pages as she glimpsed at Negan who quickly nodded. “Sure thing, lemme see”, he said, reaching his hand out for the book before Judith’s eyes fell on you as she nodded towards the book. “Or do you wanna?” “Nah I can pass on math”, you chuckled, watching Judith tilt her head a little before her glance bounced in between you and Negan. “But you’re not as long out of school as Negan.” “Hey, that’s not fair, that doesn’t mean shit”, Negan called out in the very next moment, a wide grin growing on his lips as nodded at you,”And she’s outta school for a long ass time too.” “Not as long as you”, Judith quickly countered, and a grin pressed over her lips ,”She’s still young. You’re old.” “Pff I’m not”, Negan defended himself, while another giggle fell from Judith’s lips. “Then why’s your beard so gray?” “Careful Miss Grimes, you’re gettin’ bold”, Negan called playfully out, pointing at her before he snatched the book with a thick laugh and a wide grin on his face from his fingers, just as you heard someone clearing his throat behind you. “Hey”, you heard Steve say as soon as you turned around to him, catching him leaning against the door as he nodded inside,”Can I talk to you for a moment?” Strolling behind Steve into the infirmary you already expected him to ask you for help with the tinctures or salves that he’d been mixing earlier but instead, he stopped by the counters and nodded outside to the porch where Negan and the girls still sat. “How about you take the rest of the day off? Negan too?” “I-”,you started, so surprised of him that you didn’t even really know what to say first, “I would love to but I don’t know if that would make a good impression.” “Day’s pretty, most have laid their work low today”, he said with a shrug, gesturing around the room,”Infirmary is quiet and honestly, Daniel’s working at the woodhouses today so I wouldn’t mind taking over Negan’s shift.” “Really?”, it fell from our lips with the same surprised tone as before, your eyes wide as you started at him and couldn’t quite belief his offer yet. He’d always belonged to the kinder people in Alexandria, those who were willing to give your husband a chance but this was still something big for you. “Really”, he confirmed while the look in his eyes softened a little,”I think you deserve a bit time off too...and I’ll vouch for Negan if anyone questions it.” With that he surprised completely once for all, so much that it had to be written all over your face since Steve let out a small chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “I may have thought differently about him a couple years ago but...he’s done good”, he said, his hand rubbing over his blonde beard stubble as he glimpsed back at you ,”And Daniel had only good things to say about him. So go have a nice afternoon off with him.” “Thank you”, you breathed out, still staring startled at him as you gulped thickly ,”Really, I-” “All good”, he said with a nod as you found yourself lost at words for a moment before you started to collect yourself again. “If you need a shift covered to have time off with Daniel you’ll let me know too, alright?” “Sure”, he said with a smile, before he nodded outside where you could hear Negan laughing,”See you tomorrow.” Nodding you watched him move back upstairs where he’d been working just as you could feel the happiness his sudden offer had brought into you starting to feel real. Smiling to yourself you moved back over to the door, hearing Negan defending himself loudly. “Now that ain’t true! I make the best damn spaghetti!”, he called out just as you could peek through the door and see him nodding at Lydia and Judith ,”Y’know if you’re allowed, you can come over whenever you guys like and I’ll make ‘em for you. They’re the best!” “Barbara’s are pretty good”, Judith countered back, the grin on her lips pretty telling that she wanted to vex Negan. “Yeah”, you could see Lydia nod, a small grin on her face as well Negan let out a thick groan. “Not as good as mine!”, he defended himself again, though the playful look was still spread over his face as he caught you walking outside and pointed at you,“Tell them!” “He makes the best spaghetti, you should come over and try it”, you chuckled as you leaned yourself against the frame of the door and nodded at him,”I got some other good news too.” Quickly after finishing helping Judith with her math-problem you made your way back home, ecstatic to be able to spend your afternoon off together in your garden and use the beautiful weather outside to the fullest. Quickly, you switched into comfy clothes, got the sandwiches ready and prepared a comfy space outside with some thick blankets and pillows to cushion you from the grassy ground in the garden. Moving through the house you held two glasses of lemonade in your hands, made of an unopened can you’d found in the back of your pantry, the same one Negan had already loved years back. “I got a little surprise”,you said as you strolled down the porch’s stairs, grinning at Negan as he turned around from his spot on the blankets,”Was still unopened in the back of the cupboard.” “No way”, he called out, his eyes lightening up as he looked at the lemonade like a kid looked at their Christmas presents ,”Holy fuck.” Chuckling you handed Negan his glass, that he eagerly took into his hand and gulped the first sip of lemonade down. “God damn”, he called out, sighing contently as he looked down at the ,”This is like slurpin’ fucking sunrays.” Licking his lips he grinned at you as you let yourself fall next to him, sipping on your lemonade as well as Negan gestured to the sandwiches that were sprawled out over the big plate. “And now let’s get into this, I’m hungry as hell, ain’t gonna lie.”

Filled up till the rim you soon found yourself laying next to Negan, cuddled up into his side while you stared at the few clouds that travelled over the bright blue sky. Negan’s head was leaning against yours, his lips brushing against your forehead while his fingers stroke softly up and down your arm and content hums rumbled through his chest. “Fuck, this is all I wanna do tonight, just lay here all sprawled out”, his voice hummed against you as he pressed a soft kiss to your skin and nuzzled his nose into your hair.“ You don’t wanna cross off sex under the stars from your bucket list?”, you teased with a soft chuckle, hearing a small snicker fall from Negan’s lips before you could feel him slightly shaking his head. “Some other night”, he mumbled, pulling you a little closer as another sigh left his lips ,”Just wanna hold you and soak up some of that peacefulness.” “Sounds good”, you mumbled with a smile, moving in to press a kiss against his neck and you cuddled deeper into his warm embrace.

Minute for minute you enjoyed the moments with Negan outside, just relaxing and chatting while you sipped some more lemonade and watched the sun starting to move behind the treeline. The edges of the clouds gleamed brightly in the last light that got reflected onto them while the sun’s last breaths turned the sky into a beautiful mix of warm colors that melted into the blue. Smiling you glimpsed from the sky to the small daisy that you were twirling in between your Fingers, only one of the many that were sprawled out over the lawn. With a chuckle you propped yourself onto your elbow, glancing at Negan who glimpsed from the sky down at you with a curious look on his face. “Watcha doin?”, he chuckled as you leaned in to stick the daisy behind his ear, grinning as you watched his thick brows bounce up in surprise. “Just givin’ you a little makeover”, you chuckled, tilting your head bit to the side as you looked at him with a teasing grin,”Think you should wear daises more often, they really suit you.” “Well, what can I say?”, he snickered, shrugging his shoulders as the smirk on his lips grew a little wider ”I can rock any look.” “For sure”, you laughed, adjusting the flower so it wouldn’t lose its balance before you teased your fingers through his thick hair. “Makes me look really fucking intimidating, huh?”, he grinned, licking his lips as he narrowed his eyes playfully at you,”Shittin’ your pants already?” “Absolutely”, you snickered, nodding as you as Negan let out a thick laugh, the rumbling of his body enough to let the small flower slip from his ear again. “Ah shit”, he grumbled, reaching to the side of his head to grasp the daisy. He glimpsed at it for a second before he reached towards you and tucked the flower onto your ear. “Looks much better on you tho”, he chuckled, grinning softly as he looked over you and you shook your head with small laugh. “Pff I’m not so sure about that”, you snickered as you moved into cuddle up against him again, using his arm as your pillow as you looked back up into the sky. Your eyes roamed over the colors that seemed to flow into one another while the edges of light around the clouds turned from a vibrant, bright orange into a soft, milder one. “You’re such a sucker for sunsets”, you heard Negan chuckle beside you, tease swinging heavily through his voice as you glimpsed from the sky back over at him and let out a playful huff. “How can anyone not be a sucker for them?”, you chuckled as you glimpsed from your husband back up at the sky,”Really, I don’t know how that’s even possible.” Smiling your eyes swayed over the colors again, taking them in one by one, from the almost lavenderlike lilac,, to the soft pink to the warm orange. ”They’re some of the only things you can count on always being beautiful, no matter how awful everything gets. Same thing with those wildflowers”, you mumbled, sighing softly as you cuddled into to the cushions underneath your body, ”I know that sounds cheesy but they’re little reminders that not everything pretty is lost...i just-...I really like that.” You almost waited for Negan to say something, either agree with you or tease you a little more but instead, you could see him looking at you from the corner of your eyes, silently while you’d talked. Moving your head you found his hazel eyes traveling over your face, a loving, warm look stuck within them while a soft smile played around his lips. “Mhm?”, you hummed, almost waiting for him to say something but instead of hearing his voice, you saw him slowly moving in, grasping your face with one of his large hands before his lips met yours in a deep kiss. Sighing into him you kissed him back, feeling his soft lips caressing over yours while his beard stubble scrapped softly against your skin and his thumb stroke gently along your cheek. “Just fuckin’ love listening to you ramble all excited”, Negan finally mumbled as he let slowly go of his lips, though remained close as he gave you a grin,”You know that. I could hear you ramble ‘bout dog shit and I’d still listen.” Your smile mixed with a grin as you glimpsed up at him, still feeling his fingers brushing softly up and down the side of his face as he nodded at you. “So go on”, he grumbled with a grin while another chuckle fell from his lips,”I wanna hear more.” “About the dog shit or what?”, you mumbled back, watching a laugh fall from Negan’s lips as he moved his hand to give your waist a playful pinch. “’Bout the fuckin’ sunsets!” “Well this is not a complain, but you brought me out of my flow”, you mumbled, leaning up to peck his lips softly before you leaned back and watched him wink at you. “You’ll find back into it.”

You did. Somehow at least. You found yourself chatting and laughing with him while the sky turned more and more into a variety of purple and dark, lavish blue, revealing the stars the day had been hiding. Cuddled up underneath one of the blankets and enclosed in Negan’s warmth you were fully happy and peaceful, just happy about the present moment. Not thinking about the past, not worrying about the future.

11 days after Maggie’s arrival A yawn fell from your lips as you moved through the bathroom, massaging some moisturizer into your face’s tried skin as you stumbled through the door into the bedroom and found Negan already laying in bed, reading one of the books he’d taken from the farmhouse. “It’s good?”, you asked as you shut the lights down in the bathroom and closed the door behind yourself, watching as Negan’s glance quickly moved up from the pages. “Hell yeah”, he chuckled, nodding towards the book as he let out a small groan, “I need ya to read it when I’m done. Really, need someone to talk to about the fuckery that’s happening in here.” “Alright, I will”, you chuckled back, strolling over to the bed while Negan kept talking. “I mean the characters in here are awesome but fuck, there’s this one couple that’s just getting on my nuts”, he sighed as you moved in to crawl into the bed and slip underneath the warm sheets to him,”Kinda remind me of Sarah and that douchey guy from that trashy show.” “Chad?”, you asked, watching him snip his fingers as he let out a thick laugh. “Yep!”, he called out, snickering as you moved in to cuddle up into his side and allowed him to wrap his arm around you,”Fuck, it’s always’s a Chad, huh?” “Always”, you chuckled, sinking a little deeper into the cushions of the bed as you nodded towards the book, “You wanna tell me what they’re doing to be so awful?” “Don’t wanna spoiler you”, Negan grumbled, stopping for a moment as if he was pondering before he let out a sigh,”They’re just being annoying fucks all the time, fucking shit up for everyone else.” “Yeah, sounds a lot like Sarah and Chad”, you mumbled back, chuckling softly as you leaned in to nuzzle your head against his bare shoulder. “Done with the book for today?”, Negan asked, nodding towards the handbook that laid on your nightstand while you slowly nodded. “Yeah”, you mumbled, glimpsing at the book for a moment before you cuddled closer again,”Too sleepy to do more, don’t wanna write mistakes in there or mess it up with some sleepy messy handwriting.” A hum left Negan’s lips as he reached for his bookmark and slipped it between the open pages, shutting it before he laid it back onto his nightstand. “You don’t have to stop for me”, you mumbled, nuzzling your nose into his skin before you felt Negan moving over the mattress. “Mhm but I want to”, he mumbled, turning himself so he could roll onto his side, pull you closer against him and meet your lips in a slow kiss. Smiling against his lips you huddled up closer, running your hand up his chest until you could toy softly with his chesthair and hear a deep hum rumble up his throat. Sighing he slowly started to let go of you, moving his hand in to tease his thumb over your jaw while his eyes ran over your face. For a few moments it was quiet and you just found yourself glancing at him, your eyes running over his handsome face, those puppy eyes and the salt and pepper beard that was just slightly longer than usual before he thickly gulped. “How long do you think this all will go well?”, he finally spoke out, his voice heavy as he bit his lip. “Each time I only see her from afar I feel like she’s more tense...no matter how much she tries to ignore me ”, he added, sighing heavily as he shook his head slightly,”Like some fucking vulcano that’s gonna break out at some point.” “I don’t know”, you finally whispered truthfully, swallowing heavily as you tried to find no let any of your fears get the best of you,”I just know that we’ll deal with it...like we’ve done with everything else” Your voice was quiet but hopeful as you glanced up at him, your fingers moving from his chest to his face as you softly ran your fingertips through his beard, just in the very same way that usually made him relax “And Carol still has to hold up her end of the bargain, she told me she would. She’s been in and out of Alexandria for the last couple days but if I see her next time, I’ll make sure to remind her of what she said to me”, you said, stopping your soft movements for a moment as you made sure to keep his eyes looked onto yours. “We’ll find a way”, you mumbled, before a small sigh slipped from your lips as you cuddled closer into his embrace,”I don’t know how yet but we will, this is our home and I wanna build our future here...I’m not giving up on that.”

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ao3 tag game

tagged by @themarshalstale (omg i just tried to tag you as nightwideopen sdlkfjs) thank you!!!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

87 . .

2. What's your current AO3 wordcount?

343,005

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

lots of overlapping shit, so i’m folding all of the marvel movie and tv fandoms into MCU, here we go:

Marvel Cinematic Universe (62)

Hawkeye (Comics) (36)

One Direction (Band) (34)

Bebe Rexha (Musician) (4)

BBC Radio 1 RPF (2)

Aquaman (2018) (1)

Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF (1)

Endings Beginnings (2019) (1)

X Factor (UK) RPF (1)

The Last Full Measure (2019) (1)

Destroyer (2018) (1)

dear lord i’ve spent a lot of time writing words about dudes who look like sebastian stan

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

they are all winterhawk

ever fallen in love with someone (winterhawk punks)

Aw, Telepathy, No (round robin fic)

on target (my first ever winterhawk fic!!!!!!)

(do you know who you are?) (codename: the clinter soldier)

i don’t have a choice (but i still choose you) (fake soulmates)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not.

i respond in my heart, always. i am pretty overwhelmed by how many unanswered comments i have, to the point where it is just...beyond my capacity to remedy at this point. i occasionally respond to a comment that just hits the right way when i’m in a shitty mood, or if i can see someone working their way through my fics and leaving comments i try to acknowledge that. but i am Not Good At Replying To Comments. but i love them and they make me happy.

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i mean...i do not generally consider myself to be an especially angsty writer, and i try to end on a high note. but ever since new york, my sole phlint fic, is a bit of a downer.

7. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

lol uhhhhhhh i mean my most popular pairing is these two dudes:

and i think i would count that as a crossover considering one of them is literally an illustration.

my craziest crossover is pretty obviously harry style/venom symbiote, and i regret nothing.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not outright, and certainly not in marvel fandom. there were some people in 1d fandom who were pretty infuriated by things that i chose to ship, so i got the usual anons telling me they hoped i would die or whatever, but that was more in reaction to my general existence than like a specific fic. just one of many reasons i am not in that fandom anymore 🙃

9. Do you write smut?

i mean, do i write anything? to the extent that i “write,” then sure, i write smut.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not in total. i’ve read prose in other fics that felt familiar, but i try to give people the benefit of the doubt about that kind of stuff.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i generally do not play well with others, but i participated in the winterhawk round robin!

12. What's your all time favorite ship?

bucky barnes/happiness

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

on ao3, it was 1d. prior to ao3, mind your business lol

14. What's your favorite fic you've written?

currently very partial to my bucky/sharon fic you feel like a holiday, which is just a whole fic about sex and food and gentle domestic intimacy, My Brand. also very partial to the bucky/sarah fic that pretty much only exists in my head.

tagging stresses me out but here we go, no pressure, follow your bliss: @ticklefighthockey @violsva @mollynoble @loonyloopylisa @alexenglish @anactorya @cyclogenesis and anyone else reading this who wants to talk about fic please feel free to say i tagged you

#tag i'm it #me me me #long post #food cw

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Heyyy Jac, I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you could recommend some fluffy Zemo fics?? Or maybe just your favorites? (That aren't smut geez I just wanna snuggle with the man-)

Oh gosh, I totally feel the mood!!! Here’s a little list of my fav 100% fluff Zemo fics, all of which will be linked to AO3 just because they’re easier to find over there and I already have them saved! All of these will be rated T and under, so anybody can enjoy them.

This is under the cut because I sort of listed a lot and the post looked long.

First, I’m gonna start with Rest because I will always be a fan of shameless self-promotion. It’s got Zemo comforting a very stressed reader and cuddles and stuff, and though it’s a little bittersweet because of the unknown aspect, I am the author and I’m just telling you they make it to Latveria alive in my mind.

I’ll also shamelessly self-promote the first part of my Young Artist! Zemo AU, which is just the fluffiest little awkward meet-cute date with a college-aged Zemo in the 90′s called The Boy With The Easel!

Now, on to things that aren’t shameless self promos

Where Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops by Hackmanite365 is a very sweet one where you sing Zemo to sleep, which I love.

Blame by amelia_ta is excellent. Genuinely excellent. The reader takes the place of Zemo’s wife who managed to survive the destruction of Sokovia while their son still didn’t. It’s an exploration of grief, and though it’s angsty, overall it’s a short piece about healing.

A Close Shave by raggamuffin44 is a wonderful little ditty where you get to help Helmut shave with a straight razor! I thought it was really charming.

Now, those are the fluffy ones I love the most off of AO3, and I’m sure I’m missing some, but here’s one from a mutual on Tumblr that I love (All of their stuff is great, but some is not clean)

The Way I Loved You by @writingtoforgetreality is so good, as their work always is. It’s the reader reuniting with Zemo (and reevaluating their old feelings for him) when they have to help him break out and work with him on their mission with Sam and Bucky. It’s wonderful.

And, finally,

I ShALL LIST A MILLION OF @creme-bruhlee‘s FICS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM AND HE”S MY BESTIE

I also have to add the disclaimer that Robbie’s blog, even for his sfw posts like these, is a 18+/minors dni space! Please respect that! (Especially right now, please god, especially right now) If you’re 18+, though, enjoy the good clean fun listed below.

Bliss is sort of self-promo because it ties into stuff I write, but it’s a flash-forward in the Young Artist! Zemo AU to where Zemo makes a drastic move to defend his and the reader’s relationship. Murder is involved. It’s fantastic.

Next Week is also a little angsty, and involves the reader taking a note to Zemo in prison regarding the breakout. It’s a really fresh take on an idea a lot of people have looked at, so I recommend it if you want a dynamic take on Zemo leaning more towards his cold side, check it out!

Forehead Kisses was a drabble I adored that came from a prompt list, and it’s basically just what’s on the tin, you give Zemo a sweet lil forehead kiss.

and finally, for real this time,

Me and My Husband is an EXCELLENT little drabble where the reader talks some sense into John Walker after he hits Zemo, your husband, in the face with his shield, all while trying to take care of him. I love this fic. I come back. To it repeatedly. It’s just wonderful.

Basically, go forth with this knowledge and know that. I will be providing some domestic fluff tomorrow as well. Also, Tumblr people, feel free to reblog this and add your favorites/fics that I missed!!!!

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quaranteehee · 4 years

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Hello! I stumbled upon your blog today and I’m really in love! You’re such a good writer! If you don’t mind, may I ask for a matchup? Thanks! Im a pisces and an INFJ. Height wise, I’m quite a short person and so people tease me for that often, but I’m able to handle the teasing. I’m often described as calm and sometimes even shy. However, I’m actually quite the crackhead who functions on one brain cell. I am a people pleaser so I will probably go great lengths to make another person happy. Pt1

Pt2 I also love smiling! However, the flaw I hate the most is that I’m not a talkative person. I can’t hold a conversation for life and I often make things awkward. What I fear the most is people being disappointed in me. I get scared easily so sudden loud sound or people shouting are a no-no. I love affection, namely cuddling, and small gestures such as holding hands. Small displays of affection is in my dna. Some of my hobbies are gardening and baking. I wish you a happy and safe quarantine!💖

First off, thank youuuuu 💞😭

Ok so back to business, I match you wiiitthhhh...

PUDDING HEAD- wait, no. This doesn’t go like this, hold on-

Kozume Kenma

Is babey and looks sweet enough to eat

You is babey too (I don’t make the rules)

He hates standing out. You fit in perfectly with your calm and soft spoken demeanour

Used to envy you to the bone: everybody likes you and speaks really nicely of you

When he finds out that you’re afraid of disappointing people, he decides that he will take it upon himself to make sure that you will never have to experience the pressure of living up to heightened expectations. Not if he can help it.

And the solution? Buying a mf house for the two of you somewhere far from the city and prying eyes

Underneath your serene exterior, you’re a fiery soul who will not hesitate to give their all towards something that they love. Kenma admires this about you A LOT

Won’t admit it, but this pushes him to do his best as well

When starting out with his channel, not a lot of people believed in him. But like you, he’s devoted to the things he love. You recognise his potential so you work your ass off to support your husband

Yes, HUSBAND.

Will spoil you silly.

His credit card belongs in your wallet

I mean, only the best for someone who stuck by him through thick and thin. The success that he has acquired is yours as much as it is his

“Ignorance is bliss,” Yeah you two are the embodiment of that, BUT IN A GOOD WAY. It just goes to show that you can both gracefully handle the unnecessary pressure/stress of being in a relationship and make it work out :)

Words have power, yeah, but to Kenma actions > talk

Would stare into each other’s eyes silently while holding them. Would only let YOU see this vulnerable side of him bc of how much he trusts you

Is so overwhelmed that you trust him as much, and the way you allow him to hold you this way is a testament to that. So everytime you do this eye thing, he can’t help but cry

Stocks up on tissue paper bc of this (not saying that you’re the reason behind the shortages sometimes but-)

DOMESTIC. LIFE.

I can imagine your house looking so rural on the outside but when you step inside-

Honestly feels like you’ve walked into an Apple store.

S C R E E N S GALORE

You could be out gardening when Kenma randomly chooses to check on you/take a break

Has to do a double take bc who tf is this goddess tending to the rose bush??????

Never mind, it’s his wife

//needs// to capture the moment

The first time he scared you shitless during one of his gaming rages, he profousely apologised and IMMEDIATELY asked the construction company to soundproof his gaming room

Baking ahhh that’s a different story

Can’t reach the flour at the top shelf? Never fear! Kenma’s here!!!... to get a chair for you to step on.

Ok so if you bake something in the afternoon and come to bed later on, you’ll wake up at three in the morning and find that he’s not beside you,,, but the light in the hallway’s on tho!?!

//not impressed// to see him stuff the rest of the baked goods in his mouth

Holds out some cookies to you, “want one?”

The AUDACITY. “Yeah sure”

If you’ve run out of cookies, he’ll help you bake more even if it’s the ass crack of dawn

This^^ repeated cycle is why you’ve fucked up your sleeping patten

Wouldn’t have it any other way though :)

#hq kenma #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq fandom #hq fanfic #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!! matchups #matchups #reader matchups

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who-is-olivia · 5 years

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Track 6. Only Angel

Harry Styles x OC

Olivia has to perform in the Victoria Secret Fashion Show but struggles to deal with her mental health. [3.7k]

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: nudity, sexual language, mental health struggles

December 2014

They hadn't been on speaking terms.

Two years ago, Olivia had a breakdown and decided to go back to her hometown in Brazil, right when One Direction was set to perform on Madison Square Garden. They split up to give her room to recover and it was working... until Taylor came into the picture.

Harry never regretted the choices he made, he knew he would be miserable with Taylor knowing that Oli was just around the corner. So he broke up with her on the day they were set to travel to the Caribbean. It was very harsh on her so it’s understandable she wouldn’t take it nicely.

Now, Oli and Frank have to perform on the Victoria Secret Fashion Show right after Taylor. It’s an honor, Olivia will introduce two Brazilian models wearing a special bra thing, she’s gonna be wearing a beautiful lingerie piece, but she can’t control her nerves efficiently enough to enjoy the opportunity.

This is the last rehearsal before the big performance, they mark the steps along with the sound check and the last costume fitting all at the same time. Frank’s standing around with his guitar waiting for the production’s queue to dismount while Oli leans over Nadine’s phone to watch a short news outlet on Twitter hyping the show tomorrow.

“... but the supermodels are not the highlight of the show, instead is someone who won’t even walk the stage: Harry Styles is the talk of the town as tomorrow both his ex and his current girlfriend will take the stage one after the other. Who do you think will deliver the best performance? Comment down below and don’t forget to subscribe-“

“This is bullshit” Oli shakes her shoulder trying to seem unfazed but secretly crumbling in anxiety.

“Total bullshit, I’m sorry you had to watch this-“ Nadine revolts.

“No, it’s fine, I’m just gonna get my stuff-“

“Hey, do they have extra wings?” Frank asks from the other end of the stage.

“I don’t think so, why?”

“I was dying to wear wings” he grunts and Oli rolls her eyes.

“You can wear mine after I walk the stage” Candice winks at him teasingly.

“Frank, we have bigger fish to fry” she walks up to him, leaving the girls to themselves. “We should call this off”

“Wha-Why?!”

“Because it’s drawing too much negative attention, I don’t need that at this point” she fiddles with her fingers, desperate for a cigarette.

“Oli, this is huge for the us, we can’t bail out”

“Frankie, please”

“No bug, I’m sorry” he pats her shoulder and walks away. From the corner of her eye she notices someone familiar approaching.

“Hey there, crazy!” Zayn nods.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” she jumps down the stage and lands in his hug. Apart from Harry, Zayn is the only 1D member she’s got to befriend. Nothing against the other boys, they all speak to each other, but he’s her actual friend. Doesn’t hurt that she got to work a lot with his girlfriend’s band recently.

“Harry told me you’d be here, I thought I’d give you a ride”

“Perfect! Let me get my things-“

“What about Frank?”

“He’ll find a place to sleep tonight” she chuckles.

Since the show’s in London, she at least gets the comfort of staying at Harry’s place. Although they share a nice flat in New York, he needs a place in London due to the label and also to see his family. To ease their expenses, he bought a smaller place that she hasn't seen yet. Harry feels quite lonely in it, and having the expectation of her visit did nothing for his internal peace.

On the way there, she and Zayn share a couple smokes and make small talk, planning a few tattoos while she’s in town. Soon enough they arrive and there he is, waiting to open her door for her.

“Hey love” he smiles, pulling her out of the car and into his loving embrace. At the very sight of him a huge weight is lifted from her shoulders. “Thanks mate, appreciate it”

“No worry, we’ll catch up later, eh?”

“I’ll text you, bye Zayn!”

As he drives down the lane, Harry walks with an arm around her waist up to the flat where her things are already in place. With that out of the way, they head straight to the shower.

He presses her naked body against the wall, her wet chest against his as their lips clash in a sensuous patient kiss. His small pecks fall to her jaw and down her neck as his wet hair tickles her, distracting her from the pleasure he’s giving.

“Haz?”

“Hm?” he hums in her sweet spot.

“Do you think I should do the gig?”

Harry stops kissing her, bringing his gaze back to her and sighing worriedly. “What could possibly make you not do it?”

“Everyone keeps speculating about the performance, they keep comparing me to Taylor and I’m just...” she cracks, hiding her face on his wet neck. Harry strokes the back of her head and shushes her tenderly, trying to get a glimpse of her.

“If you don’t wanna do it, don’t do it love. You can tell everyone you’re feeling sick and just stay here with me”

“Yeah, but it would be amazing for Frank and I and it’s been really amazing to meet all the models and spending some time with Nadine...”

“Nadine’s great”

“She’s the fucking best” he relaxes at the sight of her smile.

“Whatever you wanna do, I’ll have your back, alright?” she nods and he leans in to kiss her playfully.

They dry up and head to the bed, exhausted. Before she arrived, he was craving for her, desperately. He would remember their times together and twitch in his pants at the thought of it, always keeping in mind that she was x days away from coming home and putting away his misery. But having her in his arms so fragile, so unprepared, it felt wrong and he had to stop. What he feels for her is not only physical and he can’t let her emotional needs unattended.

Oli falls asleep curled up to his side, one of her legs straddled around his waist, breathing calmly on his chest. He takes a little longer to doze off just watching her peaceful sleep, the lovely way her parted lips blow against his shirt and her eyelids twitch while she’s having a dream. Her hair is wrapped in a light pink silk sheet, soaked in coconut oil, and he can’t resist burying his nose on it and taking in the sweet scent. He loves her so much it burns, and seeing her anguish feels like walking with a knife craved in his heart, he wishes he could make it all go away... so he tries something stupid.

At approximately 2:00am, he calls Frank.

“Aren’t you calling a bit late?” he growls on the other end of the line.

“Hey, I’m sorry, there’s just something that’s not letting me sleep”

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“Probably can, I just wanted to clear my head about this” he excuses, feeling like he’s already drawing towards the unwanted results with this call. “You and Oli have to perform tomorrow at all costs?”

“Look man... I know she’s stressed out, all that bad press is getting under her skin but after we ditched Fiona and Gina we haven't been selling, at all, and we need the show if we want to stay signed for another year”

“Yeah, but aren’t you scared she’ll just... lose it?”

“I am, I still feel guilty about her breakdown... but that’s the job, she loves it, the good and the bad. Trust me, she’ll be amazing tomorrow, you won’t tell the difference between her and an angel”

“I bet I won’t... night, Frank” he hangs up. Frank is a level-headed guy, he must have thought this through already and taken the most logical conclusion but deep down it doesn’t feel right. Anyways, Harry quits his crusade to spare her and returns to the bedroom, settling in her arms again.

But their domestic bliss is cut short by the day’s schedule. At 11:00am sharp she’s already getting her nails done and her braids fixed at Harry’s while he chats with everyone who’s busy. However, he notices Olivia is dead silent – which is very unusual.

“Guys” he calls after the nails and hair are done, “can I steal her for a second?”

“Sure... don’t mess her up!”

“I promise” he leads them to the door and shuts it, turning to where she has her head hidden behind her knees. “Love, please don’t let it get in your head”

“Too bad” she leans on her freshly manicured hands and he can see tears on the corner of her eyes.

That’s the last drop. “Hey, look at me” he tips her chin so she looks at him reluctantly. “You can both do great, it’s not a race, no matter what the bloody papers say”

“I know”

“Do you?”

She sighs, dropping her head on his palm. “No”

“Then you have to believe me, just do your best” he soothes, stroking her hair, “and if you can’t, your 50% is already bloody incredible-“

“Haz! Shut up” she laughs sadly, wiping the little droplets from her eyelids. To have her at least smiling is enough.

“I love you, alright?” she nods, “Trust me on this one, you’ll be fucking amazing”

They both get pampered and ready to the red carpet, as usual arriving in grand fashion. He leaves the car first then opens the door to help her out, making a huge scene as she gets up on her heels and throws her thin Havana twists out of her face gently, which is quite a spectacle to the paparazzi. Once she feels the luxurious climate, her attitude shifts and she immediately grows more confident. She welcomes Harry’s arm around her waist and supports her wrist on his shoulder, staring at the cameras with a focused glance. He can feel it, her posture changes, she looks powerful, he can’t hide his gobsmacked grin at showing the world how intimidating and formidable is the woman who literally owns his heart and soul.

Once the photographs are over, they walk to the dressing room together.

“Mr. Styles, you can’t go in” a producer holds him back.

Olivia frowns at her. “What?”

“This area is just for performers and models, you can’t go in”

“Can’t he come to my dressing room?”

“I’m sorry, it’s not allowed-“

“It’s ok” he interrupts, knowing pretty well it’s what he set up to surprise her later on. When she steps back, he takes Oli by the hand and hugs her tightly, pulling her close enough so he can whisper in her ear. “No matter how many people step on that stage tonight, you’re the only one I see, alright?”

She smirks. “You better...”

“You’re the sexiest, most talented person I know, you’re gonna be amazing”

“I hope so” she leans into him, cupping his cheek in a passionate kiss that catches him completely off-guard.

“I’ll be on the front row” he says a bit out of breath before letting her go.

Once she turns towards her dressing room, she sees her standing there: tall, slim, fair, blonde, piercing blue eyes following her every step. Not willing to make another scene, she salutes her with two fingers in a friendly gesture, and in reply she smiles politely. Their interaction ends there.

On her dressing room, Frank is already dressing up and strangely giggly.

“Candice is giving me her wings after the first run!” he cheers, making it really hard for the stylist to work on his outfit.

“You’re winning already then” she mocks, pulling her dress straps down and asking for Frank’s help to unzip the rest. She’s not used with the rest of the backup band so she awkwardly slides to one of the changing booths. “Where is Morgan? The show’s about to start”

While she waits for their agent, she quickly puts on the black combo of hot pants, torn t-shirt, up the knee boots and a boa. At some point she hears something above the noise of the backup band tuning their instruments and everyone shuts up.

The show starts.

Taylor is the first one to perform, walking down the catwalk with some of the biggest models in the industry. They run to the side stage to watch them but the producers don’t let anyone get on the way of the running models, so she has to watch on the TV’s spread across the backstage. Taylor’s presentation is straight up perfect, she moves like fucking royalty and interacts naturally with all the models – she looks so good she might as well be mistaken for one. Oli’s legs begin to shake as the song hits the second chorus.

Fortunately, there are two other performers watching, and they come to greet her.

“Hey Oli” Andrew is the first, thank god for a familiar face. They used to hang out after rehearsals, he’s a giant dork who’s also not used to fame. Also, his poems make her cry all the time.

“Andy! I’m passing out!”

“Wow, hang on” he holds her by the shoulders.

“I can’t follow up, everyone’s talking about it-“

“Hey, what you’re talking about? You rehearsed this, you’re gonna walk down that stage and be fucking incredible” he talks her down in that convoluted Irish accent of his.

From the front row, Harry nervously watches top models in tiny clothes pass one after the other, trying to focus on anything else but Taylor on that moment. Every line she sings feels like she’s spitting on him. A show that lasts minutes feels like hours, and when it finally ends it’s time for Olivia.

“Holy shit” she breaths out raggedly.

“Do you want some water?” Ariana asks.

“Where’s Frank?” Oli pleads, seeing black dots on her peripheral vision.

Frank, who had been talking to some of the models, promptly excuses himself. “You ok?” she barely hears through her thumping ears.

“I’m having a panic attack...”

“Hey, let me handle this” she hears her voice distantly, as if she’s drowning on her heartbeat. “Come with me” Taylor helps her up and takes her to one of the bathrooms, just the two of them.

She pulls her hair out of her face and shoves it over one shoulder, helping her lean over the sink in case she feels like throwing up. She then wets her hand and throws some cold water on the back of her neck.

“Breath in, hold, then breath out, just like me” she insists. Olivia closes her eyes, breathes in, holds, then breathes out, time and time again until she can grasp her surroundings. Slowly, the thumping on her ears recedes and she can actually feel herself again. “Better?”

“Yeah...”, she takes one last deep breath, “thank you”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been there” she dries her hand on a paper towel.

Oli sighs heavily, “I don’t know if I can pull this off”

“Of course you can” Taylor counters, “Just think: you’ll be on stage with your brother, singing a song you already sang a hundred times, your fans will love it, the models will love it... and Harry’s on the front row, he’ll love it anyway”

She hesitates before starting, “I’m sorry about what happened between you”

“Don’t... I’m actually glad it’s over” Taylor looks down and nods her head, trying to figure out her next words. “Sure, I didn’t like the way it ended but I was just so anxious around him, I feel like I can breath now, it’s so funny... when I was with him I was always so nervous, afraid to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing, like you were just then” she points to the door, “but you’re... effortless together. I wish I had something like that in my life”

“Hey” she looks up at her, “these things just... happen, I can’t explain it. Just do your thing and wait for someone to show up who happens to like you just like this. It might take a while but it’s worth it”

Taylor smiles, pulling her in for a tight hug. Olivia relaxes on her shoulder, welcoming all the energy she lets out. “I think you should go out there and rock that stage” she whispers encouragingly. “It doesn’t matter what people will say tomorrow, we know what’s up, they never will”

Olivia nods, taking a bit of distance. “Thank you so much” she squeezes Taylor’s hands.

“You’re welcome... now let’s go”

The show-runner asks for the audience to be patient as they’re having a few technical difficulties and Harry is this close to invading the backstage and checking on Oli. His knee bops up and down frantically, looking at Liam beside him for guidance. At the first sign of applause, his eyes shoot up at the stage and there she is. Frank’s guitar riff fills the room as they walk in, him leading the way with his tall angel wings, sunglasses and skirt, his guitar wailing as if calling for Olivia to join. Then she does, parading to the beat until she reaches Frank.

“How’re you feeling tonight?!” she calls before getting her queue.

He couldn’t look away even if his eyes were gauged off. His breathing increases, his body responding to the feast upon the stage. Two Brazilian models pass in front of her, he doesn’t look away. The entire cast of the show walks up but still, he doesn’t look away. The way her vocals reach all the way to the back of the venue makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise. She looks so powerful yet so ingenue, as if the way her hips swing is completely pure.

But there’s nothing pure about her. The way she dances with Frank’s guitar solo, the way she smiles and bops with the models, how her braids barely cover her bare ass cheeks, it’s too much. All he can think about is ripping that lingerie with his teeth and let her encircle him with that boa, he wants to be at her mercy.

At some point, their gazes meet and he feels a bit love drunk, lost in her beauty. She walks to the edge of the stage closest to him and blows him a kiss and he catches it in the air, keeping it on his internal pocket and winking back at her. He wants her to kiss him, he wants her to lose all decorum and just disgrace him right then and there.

But just as it began it ended. As she takes a bow and walks out with one of the models, Harry applauds on his feet. She smiles proudly, holding Frank on a side hug and bowing once again. She did it! It was amazing, sexy, vibrant... and Harry can’t wait to see her, not another ten seconds.

She’s welcomed in the backstage with thunderous applause. After all, she did it! She was super scared but soldiered on and now that’ll live in history as one of her best performances ever. As soon as the clapping dies, she walks up to Taylor and hugs her tightly.

“Thank you for everything” she whispers through a smile.

“You were a-mazing!” Taylor cheers getting some distance between them and then hitching. Oli follows her gaze and finds Harry standing awkwardly in the middle of the commotion.

“Haz? I thought you couldn’t get in”

“Yeah, don’t say it too loud” he mocks, pulling a flower bouquet from behind his back. Olivia chuckles amusedly and runs to his embrace, leaving a very uncomfortable Taylor standing empty-handed.

“You were something else tonight” he whispers to her and hands her the flowers. Sensing the eyes around them, she restricts her displays of affection to a small kiss on his cheek. “How about we skip the after-party and just grab a bite with the band?”

“Sure, I just wanna watch Andy’s then we can go”

“Alright” he nods and his gaze accidentally catches Taylor’s. It would be extremely impolite to ignore her after looking her straight in the eyes so, for education’s sake, he walks up to her. “Ms. Swift”

“Mr. Styles” she replies with the same cocky attitude.

“It’s nice to see you”

“You too” they exchange a kiss in the cheek and part ways. Once Harry’s got his back towards her, Olivia and Taylor exchange a knowing wink.

Before they watch Andrew’s performance, Oli and Harry head to her and Frank’s empty dressing room. As she walks in first to get the flowers on a pot, Harry locks the door behind him and moves to hug her waist. She closes her eyes in delight, feeling his desperate lips already trace her shoulder up to the crook of her neck.

“You looked really fucking sexy in that stage” he mumbles, taking gentle hold of her neck.

“I could tell, you were giving me bedroom eyes from the moment I stepped in” she mocks, stroking the hand that holds her on a choke-hold before turning inside his grasp and kissing him teasingly, making him dangle on the edge of sanity. He presses his parted lips on her but she pulls away slightly, licking a single strip of his bottom lip before bitting it lightly and kissing him back.

“Can’t wait ‘til bedroom love”

“Yeah? What a shame” she pushes him away playfully, “I’m not doing anything here with a zillion people outside”

“Fuck’s sake” he dramatically flops down into the sofa, “you’re killing me, honestly”

“Dead men can’t talk!” she replies, changing into her party dress and overcoat.

Harry keeps groaning on the sofa, calling out for her until she’s ready. She leans over the back of the sofa and hugs his shoulders, he holds on to her arms for reassurance. Looking down, she notices he’s a bit too excited to go out in public, so she has an epiphany...

“... you got that James Dean daydream look in you eyes” she sings.

“Oh, fuck you-“

“And I’ve got that red lip classic thing that you like”

“Oli, don’t” he whimpers through a struggled laugh.

“We never go out of Style... es” with that one improv, he loses it, laughing his life away. She pecks his sweet cheeks over and over, leaving several dark-brown stains on his fair skin. “Come on, you’re good to go”

“Thanks, angel”

She narrows her eyes, hand hovering over the lock before grinning arrogantly, “I like that”

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rogerina-deacon · 5 years

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Sugar Daddy Headcanons // BoRhap Boys

Warnings: kind of smutty, but not graphic in any way, just saying the acts; fluff

Gwil

Gwil is the sugar daddy that spoils you in the most elegant ways

Sure, he’ll pay off your student loans and treat you to pizza, but he really just wants to give you a life of luxury as best he can

Spontaneous trips to Paris and Tuscany, among other travel destinations are very common with Gwil

Would definitely take you to high-end shops and buy you anything you seemed interested in

Even if you insisted that you didn’t need it, he’d buy it

“Gwil, I do not need that fancy-ass dress. Where would I even wear it?”

“When I take you to a five-star restaurant in Paris, of course.”

He also just genuinely loved treating you to anything and everything, barely ever bringing up the sex part of your arrangement

But whenever you two were alone in his house, you definitely repaid him in your own way

But even then he would make it about you, often going down on you after you blew him

But then he’d be hard again, so he’d fuck the shit out of you as sweetly as he could

Thank god his house was secluded, cause between how good you two made each other feel and how much the bed creaked and slammed against the wall you’re sure you would’ve gotten noise complaints if he had neighbors

Honestly though, sometimes you just wanted to go down on him, figuring he had paid enough attention to you throughout the day

So sometimes you had to lay down the law with him, saying “Look, Gwil. I am going to blow you, and you are going to do nothing for me afterwards, okay? No eating me out, no fucking me and paying attention to my pleasure, nothing. It’s about you, got it?”

And honestly he loved when you got like that, even though he’d never admit it

He did love it when you gave him head, he just always wanted you to be satisfied too

He especially loved when he was standing and you were on your knees, his hand on the back of your head encouraging you

He was in absolute bliss every time you used your mouth on him

He definitely asked you a number of times to just move into a spare room, but you always reminded him that your deal wasn’t supposed to be domestic in any way

It was supposed to be money, travel and occasional expensive stuff in exchange for sex, nothing more

And he would just nod and accept that, knowing that that was just how it is

And that’s how it continued, having a great time together in those ways for years to come

Ben

Ben’s the sugar daddy that is REALLY into the sex

That’s by far his favorite part of the arrangement

Sometimes he’ll show up at your apartment with a new necklace and bottle of wine as a present, but then you two will just have the most passionate sex

He just thinks of you as his friend he spoils and has amazing sex with

All his friends just think you’re his friend with benefits

It takes being in the arrangement for a year for him to start to catch feelings for you

You two had been cuddling after sex more, and when you fell asleep in his arms he felt like he could stay like that forever

And he actually started initiating sex way less often and instead opted for relaxing on the couch with some takeout

Which you found weird, since normally he was all over you, and you honestly started getting insecure

Which he was blind to, cause he’s a bit of a stereotypical guy in that he doesn’t understand when something’s wrong

But you slowly got shyer and didn’t ask for things, so he got suspicious

When you talked things through you two decided to just play everything by ear and just try to continue with your previously agreed upon arrangement (sex for presents/money)

Which worked for a few months until you both decided you wanted more, which was eventually a full-on relationship

Joe

Joe is the sugar daddy that just pretends he’s your boyfriend

He loves hanging out with you, buying you clothes and food and even insisted that after a year of the arrangement you move in with him

Honestly sometimes you two forget that he’s supposed to be your sugar daddy cause it genuinely feels like he’s your boyfriend

He’ll treat you to your favorite takeout and even tries to cook for you, even though that just ends with him ordering pizza sometimes

He pays for literally anything you want, from cute fairy lights you found for cheap on amazon to 100 year old wine imported from Italy

Speaking of Italy, he takes you there a lot

It isn’t a complete year without going to Italy at least five times with Joe tbh

If you get a new hobby, like knitting or woodworking, he will transform a room of his house into a place where you can do that in peace

Though it isn’t exactly peaceful, since he keeps checking in on your progress with a project every half hour or so

When it comes to the sexual side of the arrangement, he doesn’t do it that often, surprisingly

He just doesn’t want to bother you, especially if you’re stressed or busy with something, and he figures blowing him isn’t exactly the most calming thing in the world

But he does offer to go down on you if he notices you’re stressed

And damn is he good at it

You try to convince him to let you repay him once he’s done, but he can be really stubborn and it really comes out in those moments

“Nope, you aren’t gonna do that tonight, I’m just gonna eat you out as much as you want then cuddle with you and fall asleep with a raging hard-on, got it?”

Honestly you were too tired to fight him so you just nodded and said “Well then, get on with it”

He would definitely end up being your sugar-daddy-turned-boyfriend

It just kinda happened naturally, and honestly you two had no problem with it

So you two continued your arrangement from before, exchanging your titles as sugar daddy and sugar baby to boyfriend and girlfriend

A/N: So sorry I didn’t write a Rami HC for this, I didn’t feel particularly inspired for it, but if y’all really want it then send me an ask letting me know! I was also thinking of including Sugar Momma Lucy in this but didn’t have inspo, so let me know if that’s something y’all would want too! And please don’t forget to leave feedback!

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norcumii · 4 years

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I was tagged by @aces-to-apples

Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.

slow burn or love at first sight (I’m ace. My brain always tries to go “you’re in infatuation, not love, NOW GET TO KNOW THEM DAMMIT.” Which IS basically slow burn. Also, ALL THE PINING.)

fake dating or secret dating (Hiding shit is so stressful. I mean, yes, in these scenarios folks are hiding things either way, but part vs almost all of it and meanwhile my common canons have lots of secret dating already. So something different is interesting.)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (This is by a bare margin, and mostly comes down to being uncomfortable with the presumption that friends must become lovers. Also, hatesex can be hot, especially as it gets softer and the participants emotionally connect in spite of themselves. *nudges future Wake of the Force stuff under the sofa*)

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence (Unrequited FEELS and unintentional cuddling, vs. ALL THE PINING why are you making me pick just one???)

hurt/comfort or amnesia (At a certain point, I just can’t handle more of ALL THE WHUMP. Meanwhile the mortifying ordeal of being known meets the equally mortifying ordeal of getting to be known while the reader has the absolute delight of knowing one’s favorites have chosen each other already, and now they get to do it all over again.)

fantasy au or modern au (Well, I guess I do write an awful lot of the modern one, so...sure?)

mutual pining or domestic bliss (A little bit of “yay we did the thing and now get to stay home and just BE” is good, but the joys of folks spending AGES going “I adore them but they cannot possibly adore me THIS CANNOT BE but I shall suffer the feels ANYWAYS” – unf. Yes please! (ESPECIALLY when it’s Circumstances keeping them apart, rather than Yet Another Tragic Misunderstanding, because those can get boring or squicky.))

smut or fluff (Sometimes, the sex-aversion kicks in hard, and I don’t even want to read about the mildest hints of sexytimes. But fluff? Cuddles and warm moments? Those are always in season.)

canon compliant or fix-it fic (I’m just gonna copy Apple’s GLORIOUS comment because it is too perfect: The Author Is Dead And So Help Me God I Am Getting My Inheritance)

alternate universe or future fic (ALL THE AUS! A L L O F T H E M. Also, I don’t think I could stop Dogmatix finding those if I tried – not that I’d want to.)

one-shot or multi-chapter (This will always depend on my mood and what Brick Space limitations will allow. I’m not fussy about this at all.)

kid fic or roadtrip fic (I find more things entertaining about folks being stuck in a small vehicle with breaks for Magnificent Vistas than the adorable awkwardness of having to deal with small humans (or equivalent))

reincarnation or character death (I’d rather the death be a temporary thing most of the time, is all.)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage (There’s just this consent issue that’s a huge potential squick to accidental marriage stuff. Also, with arranged marriages we’re back to mutual pining and possibly only one bed tropes.)

high school romance or middle aged romance (There is not ever enough middle-aged romance. People comfortable with their lives and settled with themselves and then bringing someone else into that life – YES PLEASE.)

time travel or isolated together (I ADORE picking apart the nuances of knock on effects from time travel shenanigans. SO MUCH FUN!)

neighbors or roommates (There’s something amazing about people negotiating how to share a living space and opening up to each other that can be just lovely.)

sci-fi au or magic au (...look, my primary fandoms are Star Wars – which is Fantasy Sci-Fi – and Gargoyles, which is ALSO already both. So....yes?)

bodyswap or genderbend (Because 1, I have seen too many genderbends become all about “LOOKIT I HAS BOOBIES!” and not much more, and 2, personal issues.)

angst or crack (Look, if you do it right, you can do both. I know: we manage that all the time. Meanwhile, an utterly angsty story is just...so much a downer. I want my angst modulated with sillyness.)

apocalyptic or mundane (Things suck enough as it is. Let’s make awesome stuff out of the ordinary instead of wondering how things will go down if the shit REALLY hits the fan.)

Tagging anyone who wants to play!

#meme #whee!

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mazojo · 4 years

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This or That Tag

ulThanks to the lovelyyyy @seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana for the tag!! ya know I love doing thisss <33

Slow Burn or Love At First Sight: Oh slow burn all the wayyy. I like the development from slow burns and the flavor it provides storewide. Theres nothing as satisfying as seeing that otp slowly falling for each other 🤧 iconic

Fake Dating or Secret Dating: I am a sucker for fake dating and I know its lowkey trashy but its sooo good. The angst that comes when it suddenty all becomes too real and they've fallen for each other and the hurting and feelings and ugh, poetic cinema. Yes I see you Remy Chevalier 👀

Enemies To Lovers or Best Friends To Lovers: ASDFGHJ I sat staring at the screen for like 5 minutes not gonna lie lmaooo. They are both some of my favorite troupes ;w; because both have great transitions and often create some of the best ships ;w; The only reason why I choose enemies to lovers was just because best friends to lovers isnt often done very well so thats the only reason //cries in decision making

Oh No There's Only One Bed or Long-Distance With Correspondence: Oh definitely theres only one bed, I dont need to expand on that asdfghgh plus never really read anything long distance correspondence either lolll

Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia: Also a hard one mannn, because even though I love amnesia plots they always leave me wanting a bit more with all the logic that runs behind it asdfghj my nerd side is showing so ill go with my good ol’ hurt/comfort ✊🏻😔

Fantasy AU or Modern AU: ehhhHH I dont often read AU’s but I think I'd like modern more just because placing characters who aren't used with day to day stuff in modern situations is hilarious lmao

Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss: Always mutual pinning, its always the answer if theres pining in it ASDFGHG (although domestic hhhhh scenarios ahhhh soFThhHHHH)

Smut or Fluff: Just because lately ive been snacking on good fluffy comics to keep my anxiety at its lowest 🤧 truly fluff being the mvp asdfg

Canon Complaint or Fix-It Fic: I dont know what canon complaint is so ill just choose fix it fic asdfgh oops

Alternate Universe or Future Fic: HmmMM I am guessing future fic means like characters in the future all grown uo and stuff and ive read a couple of those for bnha which were A+ quality so yeaaa

One-Shot or Multi-Chapter: One shots always leave me wanting moreee! although it depends on the prompt too ^^

Kid Fic or Roadtrip Fic: ehhHHH dont really read any of them but kid fic is something I would probs read for some pairings so lets go with it ayeee

Reincarnation or Character Death: Dont really read any of ‘em but gonna go with reincarnation just because I dont wanna see characters die ;w; //rip

Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage: OhHH Definetely arranged marriage! theres a lot of angsty scenarios there plus ive read a couple of good webcomics about it xDD right up my feels check alley

High-School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance: Love both tbhh, it really depends on the ship, but I guess I read more young adult stories/plots so ill go with it ^^

Time Travel or Isolated Together: I've read few time traveling stories but now I began imagining some of my fav ships in time traveling situations together and I could not jus not choose it lmaooo

Neighbors or Roommates: roomateeessss because I amine all the awkward scenariossss yesssss

Si-Fi AU or Magic AU: ehHHH Not really into any of them much but I guess magic just for the sake of cool wizard situations lmao

Body Swap or Genderbend: lmaooo imagine freaky Friday but its your favorite dynamic duo, iconic.

Angst or Crack: Its always angst time in this household my dudz

Apocalyptic or Mundane: I prefer mundane tbhh, apocalyptic can get a bit ehhhh in my opinion because it stresses me out lol

I am tagging the lovelies @ladykateofledfordpark @lady-kato @ellieschoices and @ultnari if yall wanna do it ^^

#this was fun!! love talking about cool tropessss #tag

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anglophile-rin · 4 years

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don’t trope me into this

tagged by @royedsasoei . Yay! Thanks! I love getting tagged in things and it never happens for any of those stupid Facebook ones, which makes you def top ten loves of my life ❤️❤️

However, the universe has once again asked the bisexual to choose things, and we all know how that goes...

Rules: Bold whichever trope you like the most (or hate the least if you’re not a huge fan of either) of the following pairs:

Slow burn or Love at first sight?

Ok, hear me out. So, like, Klaus lands his ass in Vietnam, tilts his head at the hot sleepy guy, and it's just "Oh no, he's pretty."

Dean stabs Castiel in the chest and again, "Oh no, he's pretty."

So, I guess what I mean is, I love a crush at first sight. But then slowly burn away at that love, my friends. Make me hurt with your need to JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY.

Fake dating or secret dating?

Gimme the danger! Gimme the sneaky, sexy stuff! But also, gimme the secret dating that's not really a secret so much as, they just never bothered to tell anyone and everyone's just really confused.

Enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers or enemies to friends to lovers?

Maybe it's because I'm married to my best friend, maybe it's because my gay little heart realized 15 years too late that it was both gay and also had been in love with my high school best friend, but it just pleases me, damnit.

Oh no there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence?

Longing and phone calls and emails and texts (all fun to write, too, which helps) and whining pitifully to your siblings and friends and driving them bonkers. Yup. Hits the spot.

hurt/comfort or amnesia?

Whump has been in my soul since I had my first crush at two years old. Do you know how much little me delighted in Luke Skywalker having his hand cut off?? It was indecent. Add comfort from a loved one? I'm set.

Fantasy au or modern au?

Both are great, but I have to really be in the mood for a fantasy AU. Modern is just so clean and easy.

mutual pining or domestic bliss?

Can I say both?? I want them to pine and then I want them to have babies, DAMNIT.

smut or fluff?

Damnit. Both! I want both! Give me fluffy smut! Give me smutty fluff! Tenderly fuck and then cuddle, god DAMNIT.

But, if it must be one without the other, I suppose I'd have to go fluff. Though I get WAY more embarrassed reading a good fluff in public... 😬

canon-compliant or fix-it?

Listen. There is this thing called bury your gays, and I am not about that life. So I almost have to read fix-it just as a matter of necessity. But it has to be as canon-compliant as possible while fixing it.

Reincarnation or character death?

So, when I was young I watched a Disney Channel movie called Susie Q (I think) and the girl totally dies in the past (I think??) but then the guy sees basically her exactly in the future and first my little self was all "Woo! Her heart will go on!" but soon after I was like "Wait, that's kind of shitty, isn't it? Poor girl just being used as a replacement for a self she doesn't even remember." So, give me death. Plus, damn that grieving...

But if you're gonna reincarnate, you gotta reincarnate both of them again and again spanning centuries.

one-shot or multi-chapter?

The longer the better. Give me it ALL.

kid fic or road trip?

I am SO SOFT for my favs being parents. SO SOFT. The kids have to be written well, which can be a chore, but kids. Do it.

sci-fi au or magic au?

Solely because I have read way more magic AU than sci-fi AU. Though I'm ready this SWU fix now....oh man....

Arranged marriage or accidental marriage?

Arranged marriage totally belongs in either enemies to lovers or arranged marriage to the wrong person. Some Romeo, Juliet and Paris shit up in here. Accidental marriage? That is pure of heart and dumb of ass and I am HERE for it, always.

Time travel or isolated together?

This being said time travel involving Mr. David Katz will win out every time.

But yeah. Get snowed in, get trapped in an elevator, get lost in the woods, I think we're alone now.

High school romance or middle-aged romance?

I love a good high school AU, I really do. So much angst, and soft, younger versions of my favs. But that being said, middle-aged. Yes. Grown ass men (let's be real, I almost always read the gay boys) feeling like teenagers? Complications of adult life? Gimme gimme gimme.

body swap or genderbend?

You did it. You offered the bisexual a choice and made her choose "neither." The only time I really can do genderbend is when it's temporary.

Angst or crack?

I can't do crack. I just can't. It's just...too silly. Too cringey.

Even if I could, though, I live for the angst. It feeds me.

Apocalyptic or mundane?

Listen, shit is stressful enough. Just be in love, would you?

But apocalyptic can totally be fun, too...

tagging @frecklesandsuspenders @swiftseptember and anyone else who may want to do this!

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mythvoiced · 4 years

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Hana and Taemin for the ship meme??

— ultimate ship meme! | @busanbunnie

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - I think this is a very loving case of ‘til death do us part’, and their love even transcends AUs of all kinds and genres, honESTLY, MAYBE FOREVER

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I’ll be bold enough to say I think it was like meeting The One? I wouldn’t say Love At First Sight, but something about them meeting struck me like two souls destined to find one another, actually finding one another. So, I think it happened relatively fast, but not too fast

How was their first kiss? - Considering Taemin didn’t use to kiss at all back then, on his side there was a lot of hesitation from there, and I can imagine Hana might have been shy about it, so it was a lot of careful testing the water, and then so chaste that all my teeth fell out and regrew immediately due to its sweetness and emotional power

Wedding:

Who proposed? - I don’t remember what I might have said for this section in other occasions, but I do believe Taemin would have been the one? I can’t promise he managed to keep it a secret from Hana because he probably involved Minhwan to figure out how to best go about it and also because he was panicking lmao, but in the end, they did, and it probably wasn’t very fancy, just a romantic moment in the bliss of domestic intimacy

Who is the best man/men? - Definitely Minhwan, like, yo

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Gale might be available for the spot, she might feel inappropriate, but I’d hope they convinced her to it anyway (because she’d feel loved and honoured)

Who did the most planning? - I think both, although Taemin probably let Hana go off and do a lot herself while he stood by and followed instructions to the letter, 1. because he trusts her decisions more than he trusts himself in general, 2. because I feel like Hana would love organising it? so he’d absolutely let her, 3. he’s a disaster and we been knew

Who stressed the most? - Maybe Taemin? I feel like (obviously always correct me, pls, like, I wanna knOW) Hana would stress over technicalities, the wedding itself, invitations, the places, just the organisatory aspect of it, and Taemin would over actually being a good man for Hana to say yes to

How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - No one! Everyone who needed to be there was there, and then some: Hana’s family, Hana’s teammates, Gale, maybe a few coworker of Minhwan and Taemin’s here and there

Sex:

Who is on top? - *cough* Well, depends on what position they’re fee- okay, just, Taemin

Who is the one to instigate things? - They seem to do both equally, and spontaneously, just a healthy loving couple with a healthy, adoring sex life

How healthy is their sex life? -Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - I’m seriously confused by this question, like, every time? Am I supposed to provide, like, an average amount of minutes, I’m- somebody who has sex, please let me know lmao, nah, okay, I’d say, an average amount?

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - A b s o l u t e l y, because Hana and Taemin are nothing short of a healthy, loving, respecting relationship between two people who love and respect one another very, VERY FKING MUCH, and they’d both want to assure that both parties receive as much as they give

How rough are they in bed? -Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Two! A little baby girl and a little LITTLE BABY BOY

How many children will they adopt? - We’ve never actually considered or spoken about this, but I actually feel like Taemin would consider? When it comes to seeing the opportunity to free a child from a childhood perhaps as dark as his had been, why wouldn’t he take it? How would Hana feel

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - They’re both quite hard-working people, so I feel like all these sorts of stuff they try to balance it out as much as possible, they work together because they’re a team and as such, everyone gets their turn

Who is the stricter parent? - I’m not quite sure, actually, I feel like they’d both spoilt them in different ways? Mostly with attention I feel, and utmost support

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - I feel like Hana would do a better job at it, because Taemin is a tad too apprehensive in this context; where Hana would guide and teach, Taemin might just... worry too much

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Resident cook, TAEMIN

Who is the more loved parent? - Gotta be honest, might actually be Hana. It’s just a natural thing that, if the relationship is well, there’s just the slightest bit of a tighter bond between a mother and her children, she’s spent so much more time with them and besides, who the heck wouldn’t love Hana

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - I feel like it depends entirely on their schedule; they’d probably try to go together, because they’re supportive parents who want to show that they’re there, but again, it’d depend entirely on work and whatnot

Who cried the most at graduation? - I think, Hana? == AND I DON’T BLAME HER, tbh I was probably there too, crying (although, neither are anywhere near the age of graduating yet)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Well

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Taemin! It’s his *french voice* passiòn

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Not quite sure? Maybe Hana, because Taemin’s happy eating just about anything, and Hana’s got her Fave Snacks™ I’m assuming and besides, there’s a fat chance Taemin would have tried to spoil the heckers outta her

Who does the grocery shopping? - Whoever’s got the time, I suppose? OR EVEN BETTER, BOTH TOGETHER! Grocery Shopping Date™

How often do they bake desserts? - Not as often as they should >:(

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Headcanon that they’re both meat lovers? What does the jury say?

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - OH HANA’S amazing at surprises, so far we’ve had quite a few scenarios where Hana was just “boom, I cooked for you” and Taemin had no idea, but what would be even funnier, is if they tried to surprise the other simultaneously, constantly trying to shoo the other out of the kitchen to get it done, and then in the end they figure it out and just... cook it together and it’s sweet and domestic and I love them

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - They both seem more fond of the stay at home variant? Like, they def go out on dates too, but Hana has quite an exhausting job and as someone who works on the computer, just for the eyes alone, not only her job as a mecha pilot is tiring, so I can see her being tired late and wanting to be cosy and Taemin loves cooking for them and I think they both just love to stay and cuddle

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - H...m... maybe Hana

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Whoever gets up last, which is why we have to have a thread where they try to race each other to try and not be the one who has to make the bed and whatnot

Who is really against chores? - Taemin’s lowkey so lazy in this context, he does them, but, Christ, he’s gonna be so pouty about it, how does Hana put up with him

Who cleans up after the pets? - BOTH!

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Both?

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Depends entirely on who the guests are! It might be Taemin because they’re most likely either Hana’s teammates, family, or other friends so he’s worried about impressing them; or it might be Hana because the same people, but she actually wants to welcome them properly.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - HANA! I don’t know why, I’m just picturing her victory shout and her cheering and I love her

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Depends on whether they take ‘em together or not

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Whoever’s got the time! But I feel, for some reason, Hana is probably better with them: I remember we headcanoned them being quite big dogs, and Hana is used to handling things as difficult as a mecha and is physically more fit than Taemin (she’s so hot, fyi)

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - ALWAYS, EVERY HOLIDAY, EVERY OCCASION AND I HEADCANON HANA IS THE QUEEN OF DECORATIONS

What are their goals for the relationship? - Long days and pleasant nights, to continue being happy together, be there for one another, and just be the perfect couple that they are

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Depends entirely on what had happened the night before, but if Taemin takes to preparing breakfasts, especially for the kiddos, he’d leave Hana the luxury (also because she games so late into the night); plus considering the first almost year after either of the children’s births, she’d have to constantly get up during the night to feed them, BASICALLY SHE DESERVES TO SLEEP IN, and if they sleep in together, even better

Who plays the most pranks? - Please let this be Hana because I wanna see her pranking Taemin, PLS PLS PLS

#busanbunnie #the butterfly;busanbunnie #I'M SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA-#a:#;queue

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dolgelo · 5 years

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[ i’m so late to the party ( sad dance ) but i saw this around more than often, so catch my rp plots wishlist, while i’m sure i’ll want to add more things once this is already posted and that i hadn’t thought about before...

Mitsuru taking care of a baby out of necessity with someone else of S.E.E.S. for a short yet stressing period of time; it would not be hers in any way, it could be a friend’s one or even one other member’s of S.E.E.S.’s. the situation, being as awkward as it sounds like, would make a funny thread. she’s always looked like the group mom but i imagine her being done with a small child in the very first three minutes ahaha.

MOULIN ROUGE AU WHEN????? WHEN??

middle school days, with original S.E.E.S. figuring out what it means to share living spaces and finally forming the bond that will keep them united till the tragedy of Ken’s mom happens.

summer festival with S.E.E.S. some members ! honestly, i swear it’s never given too much importance while it remains perhaps the turning point, if you think about it; after the summer festival, ALL goes downhill. it’s their last moment of happiness, as the movie and stage plays really show more than the game, and i am up for all its feelings and fun.

being trapped with someone in Tartarus for a couple of days and the fear of not finding a way out??? the Reaper chasing them down ??? good stuff.

bad ending !! protagonist kills Ryoji in the last day of the year and his words come true: unaware they won’t see the next spring season, S.E.E.S. lives in a happy illusion as the world around them crumbles and they can’t quite recall of their promise and will to fight. sad blissful days as the world ends and their own lives are consumed by Nyx.

other bad ending !! Mitsuru ends up marrying her fiancé soon after graduation and losing her Group’s inheritance rights. other party visits her after a while to see if she’s okay -- spoiler: she’s not.

teach her how to cook something decent and she’ll be always in your debts. or just make her try food/street food she never experienced if you can.

Shirakawa Boulevard knows more than you think...

more Yakushima shenanigans YOU GUYS SHE HAS A MANSION THERE.

Camping S.E.E.S. still needs to happen @alternea.

adult Mitsuru and other(s) members of S.E.E.S. returning for an afternoon to the dormitory in a wave of nostalgia??

future Nov 4th don’t get any easier.

college au.

child Mitsuru ! and her puffy cheeks. it is said in the cd drama that, for example, Yukari’s mom was a long distance relative of the Kirijos, and that her wedding with estranged her from the ‘’’’’’aristocraxy’’’’’’, but Yukari would often visit the Kirijo house for fancy meetings. plus, Mitsuru spent lots of years in the Kirijo hospitals, as a test subject, together with Strega and other orphans and children, who said she couldn’t have met any one of them there too ?

Welcome to the akimitsu dumpster heyy:

UMM transistor au. WHEN??

just... intimacy. during thunderstorms??? hailstorms?? both?? that’s a nice aesthetic.

Akihiko can you train this girl for self-defence without making it look awkward?

fiancé social link scene, with Akihiko. a classic, but still good.

okay but in an alternate hypothetical universe where Mitsuru is married off to her fiancé, and they meet by chance years later when she’s on a trip alone and ALL their emotions come out at once and they confess BUT she’s married so it’s technically wrong, but the man is a douchebag so not really and they spend the night together??? yea that may be coming from a rather known fanfic but who cares, the concept is good.

travelling to some far off destination out of Japan together where no one knows who she is and they can DO AAAAA?? SIGN ME UUUPPP.

the spicy ramen type of threads. please get it, don’t let me go on.

“hey mr detective Sanada, for *insert very serious Public Security VS Kirijo Group reason here* we need you to arrest Kirijo Mitsuru but she’s nowhere to be found” you feel?

hospitalized Mitsuru (after a fight?? was she shot? she fell down a set of stairs?? we may never know--) can only calm herself down knowing he’s by her side...

happy domestic fluff !!

again, Shirakawa Boulevard knows way more than you think...

confession in the heat of the moment??? jealousy being somewhat repressed when she sees him happy being with someone else, if he finds this special person, but also: Akihiko, tell the truth, just how many girls have you been with during your trips.

“you ride Yatsu if I can try the police car”

I... probably forgot something, didn’t I ? ]

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Distant Shore

Day 3: Domestic (Alternative: Time/Memory)

Summary: Komaeda starts to have strange, blissful dreams that leave him distressed. Especially when they start to affect his waking moments on Jabberwock. Isn't there someone important that he's forgotten? Post-SDR2 Island Mode AU.

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mental instability, mental breakdown, memory repression, and altered memories.

Notes: Because it’s Island Mode, there’s some necessary KomaHina stuff but at it’s core, it’s still a KamuKoma story. Also am I ever going to get tired with aus where the simulation jacks up? No. The answer is no.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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It’s another calm morning, and he wakes to the smell of decay and the sight of skies stained with red despair. A smile twists at his lips as he stirs and stretches. He pushes himself up, fingers running idly at the spot that had gone cold. Yawning, he slips out of bed.

He’s pleasantly surprised that they stayed after all. And more than that...

“What a delicious smell! Are you cooking?” With a giggle, he latched onto that warm back. “Good morning!”

“Good morning.” The fish is sizzling, but that crimson gaze is cool as always, even as he playfully tugs at the other’s ponytail. “Food will be ready to serve in about 2.713 minutes. You slept in considerably, Nagito.”

“Because I was just so comfortable! Even with that cold stare, your body’s so warm!” He wrapped his arms around himself and the sensation couldn’t be more lacking in comparison. “Despite that harsh personality, you’re quite cuddly, aren’t you? Aha, I really am so blessed...!”

“If you shake so much, you will lose your balance. Go sit down, Nagito.”

“Mhm!”

He plops into his seat and soon enough, breakfast is served with the usual fish, soup, and sides in traditional style. Komaeda sends a prayer, and maybe, just maybe—he wishes for moments like this to last.

Even though that’s so foolish, isn’t it?

“Nagito.”

“Mm?” Komaeda blinks up at them, eyes sparkling and cheeks rosy. Those vividly red eyes bore into him, brilliant as red spider lilies. Or roses, perhaps.

Or freshly spilled blood, perhaps.

Such a hypnotizing color, those eyes. So very easily, he falls into a lull and, and—

“Nagito, you must stop this.”

Komaeda’s eyes snap open and, completely contrary to that cozy, warm dream, has instead woken up in a cold sweat.

“I-I...”

He couldn’t remember anything anymore. All he really feels now is such a keen sense of—of loss. Hollowness.

“...what...?”

Trembling as bad as he does, holding himself doesn’t do much, but it offers some level of comfort. Some. He grips his arms rightly, nails digging in. His breath hitches, and—

Usami’s morning announcement flickers on. Komaeda perked at that.

“...oh, right.”

He had chores today.

Lately, he had been having dreams.

Dreams he would largely forget and always feel so strange, so otherworldly, and yet—also so familiar.

He had been having them since he came to this island. Wasn’t that odd? Wasn’t that strange?

He hadn’t spoken to anyone about it. It’s really strange. Whenever he opened his mouth to mention them, even if only in passing, it was as though knots in his throat prevented further speech. So, he just—didn’t tell anyone.

Deep down, he didn’t really want anyone to know too much about the dreams. They just felt so—intimate. So much so that sharing details would be—inappropriate.

Or something like that.

He wasn’t quite sure.

Sometimes he was left with a bittersweet feeling of nostalgia that he couldn’t quite explain. Such times included now, when he was helping Koizumi and Hinata with the laundry. Such times could sometimes be overwhelming.

“Hey, Komaeda, do you see Saionji’s obi anywhere?”

He hadn’t answered, caught as he was in a reverie as he stared blankly at clean, silken sheets.

“Komaeda?”

“Are you washing the sheets? We are to leave this location soon. You really do place too much value on cleanliness, Nagito.”

“Cleaning is still something I can do. It’s stress relief! You should know all about that, haha!”

“I do. But this is—boring. I can get it done more quickly and efficiently. So, let me.”

“Noooo! If you do everything for me, I’ll feel like a leech!”

“You are not a leech, Nagito—”

“Komaeda!”

Komaeda jumped with a gasp.

“What’re you spacing out for?” Hinata asked. From how he’s pushing the hung-up sheets aside to stare at him, Komaeda’s distracted for the moment by shadows overcasting Hinata Hajime’s deepening frown and narrowing gaze. “Something up?”

It’s incredibly warm outside, but something prickles cold on Komaeda’s skin.

It’s strange. In times like this, Hinata’s presence makes his chest clench, even though he should be happy that he’s being paid mind.

“I... I’m just distracted,” he says and then laughs with dulling ache. “Hinata-kun, you really are so kind, troubling a talented person like yourself over a nobody like me—”

Ah? Why does that sound wrong?

“Stop that.” Hinata’s face pinched. “It’s really nothing. But... You have been distracted quite a bit.” He shakes his head. “But I guess that’s understandable, considering this situation is still...weird.”

Hinata seemed to be thinking about other things.

Menial as he was, he had no right to inquire even as curiosity niggled at the fraying edges of his faulty brain.

This expression, I’ve seen a remnant of it before—a remnant?

...huh?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh?

“Anyway.”

Hinata cuts through his racing thoughts without missing a beat.

“Do you know where Saionji’s obi sash is?”

“...no, I don’t.”

“Then, I’ll look elsewhere. That’s all I meant to ask,” Hinata said, to which he nodded mutely and smiled apologetically for his uselessness. “See you.”

“Aha, I hope you find it soon,” he said. “Knowing Saionji-san, she’ll throw quite the fit if that remains lost. And Koizumi-san will really scold you.”

Hinata sighed at that.

“I’ll talk to you later. Hopefully.”

Komaeda laughs, waves, and then Hinata pulls away. The sheets billow and ruffle, and it’s as if he is once again isolated in his own little world.

It’s better this way. For someone like me.

He knows that. He knows it, well.

And yet, his heart is aching. And it’s a familiar kind of dull ache.

...why...?

He just couldn’t begin to understand it.

The world outside is cold, cruel, and ridden with chaos and despair. And yet, in this person’s arms, he feels warm, secure, and—perhaps even content?

There aren’t any screams today. Instead, there are two beating hearts, steady breathing, and the meticulous strokes of long, elegant fingers through his wretched rat’s nest of hair. It doesn’t hurt like it would with anyone else, who would often get their fingers stuck on knots before proceeding to rake through. They’re so careful with him that he might just shatter in a moment’s notice.

In many ways, this feeling is more despairing than anything she has ever managed.

(...She?)

“Stop thinking, Nagito.”

He does almost immediately, mind blanking before the careful touches lull him into a dazed state. His forehead is kissed.

It’s warm. Here, it’s safe. He feels—content? Or...does he actually feel happy?

That can’t be right.

Where’s the hope in something like this?

(Hope...?)

And then, he’s held so closely and tightly that he could’ve been crushed in a moment’s notice.

“...%@ωヮ####=%ヮ#?”

“I apologize.”

Those arms loosen around him, and he can breathe again, but—his breath is still caught in his throat.

“I... Um...” Suddenly feeling sheepish, he ducks his head to bury his face in that warm chest. It calms him, a little, soaking up this proximity. How strange that is, how strange. “It... It’s okay... It’s okay... ###-”

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Pause. Restart.

“Hey, um... I don’t really mind, you know. Because I... I actually...”

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“I actually...never want you to let me go.”

System Restarting.

He wakes up with a pounding headache and has to take medicine for it. He has pills on his bedside table for this very purpose. Keeping medication very close by is something he’s been used to for most of his life at this point, after all.

In a situation like this... Migraines are understandable.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

Truth be told, he feels very, very unnerved and unsettled, like the rug has been suddenly pulled out from under him while he was unsuspecting and none the wiser.

But there’s no point in dwelling over it, and it would be awful of him to burden anyone else with this information he doesn’t quite understand himself.

And he still doesn’t feel comfortable sharing it. Strange.

For now, he smacks his cheeks and tries to shove it to the recesses of his rotten mind. It doesn’t matter either way. He’ll forget with time.

I should focus on finding something worth dying over.

Truth be told, when he first arrived to Jabberwock with the rest of the class, his immediate thought that he might just die here was an exciting one. Of course, Usami shot it down, but he laughed that off. He’d wait and see. In an abnormal situation like this, he couldn’t begin to predict how things would go.

He would relax with the others for now, but the plot was bound to pick up soon. He just knew it.

And then, it never did. Everyone laughed together, everyone played together, and the days went by in a carefree and easy bliss.

And those dreams started.

Those dreams, too, were moments of carefree and easy bliss. Whenever I thought too much, my mind was deterred. It’s the same here—and that uncomfortable feeling remains.

He really didn’t like it. It was troubling as it was irritating.

My luck...hasn’t even hurt anyone. That’s because of Usami. Should I just relax, then? Aha, I sound like Hinata-kun at the beginning. If he knew, he’d make fun of me.

...Hinata. Hinata Hajime. The elite student whose talent was still unknown to him.

Right now, Hinata was laughing with such ease around Souda and Kuzuryuu in direct contrast to how he was before. Another happy face in a sea of them. All of them blossoming like the flowers all around.

Pekoyama and Koizumi were teaching their group how to make daisy chains, and several of the others were relaxing in the flower fields as well. Owari and Nidai were sparring, Tanaka was letting his hamsters frolic to Sonia’s delight. Nanami was offering a few flowers pulled up from their roots to a tearful Usami.

Komaeda stayed ducked by within the shade of the hibiscus bushes.

And briefly, he imagined—

“It’s the sign of ultimate hope that these flowers are blooming despite the despair entrenched in their roots!” With a hum, he begins to pick them. “When hope triumphs over despair, I hope the entire world will burst into bloom. The corpses will make for beautiful cherry blossoms, at least.”

“Nagito.”

“Hmm?”

A flower is tucked into his hair, earning him to perk up as the other hummed.

“Ah. It suits you.”

He beams at that.

“You think so? That makes me happy to hear!”

“Oi, Komaeda, what the hell are you even doing over there anyway?”

“A-Ah, huh?”

Immediately he jerks to his feet and awkwardly steps forward, rubbing at the nape of his neck with a sheepish laugh.

“I just don’t want to be in anyone’s way. You all seem to be having fun.”

“Yeah but you just hiding in a nearby bush is just weird, y’know?” Souda said, hands on his hips. “Makes it seem like you’re planning something!”

“G-Goodness, no.” Komaeda waved his hands helplessly. “I would never...”

Souda suddenly snorts at him, to his confusion.

“By the way, it looks like a flower got stuck in your hair, dude. Pffft.” He snickers. “You almost look like a girl.”

“Ah, is that so?” Komaeda asked cheerily. “Well, it happens, sometimes.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Kuzuryuu said. “Although I’d advise you to be careful around Mioda. If she sees you, she might just get the idea to shove in a whole garden.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Kuzuryuu-kun!” he chirps.

But it’s then that he notices Hinata’s thoughtful expression. His smile twitches a bit, but he retains it all the same, tilting his head in slight confusion.

“It suits you,” Hinata said. “The flower, I mean.”

“...you think so?”

The words should’ve evoked warmth, but instead, they ran cold through his veins. All the same, Komaeda beams.

“That makes me happy to hear!”

...why does it feel like my heart is breaking?

“I actually never want you to let me go.”

But you did, didn’t you? Why?

“Am I going to see you again?”

That expression you wore back then—was sadder than words could convey. I wonder why?

“Despite your harsh exterior, you’re actually quite...”

Strange. You’re strange. So strange. Hey...

“Oh, right, we haven’t introduced ourselves properly, have we?”

Who were you?

“Happy birthday!!”

Crimson eyes blink blankly at him, regarding him impassively with lips pulled into a straight line.

“Today is not my birthday.”

“Ah, it’s not?” Komaeda asks, embarrassed. “You said this was the day you first woke up, so I thought...”

“It would not be wholly accurate to call that day my birthday,” they said simply. “But you got me a gift. I have known for a while now... Why did you keep trying to keep it a secret?”

Komaeda flustered.

“That’s just...” His gaze averts, wobbly smile twitching. “Well, it’s tradition. I shouldn’t have bothered, I know—but I guess I got too excited.”

“Excited. Over a boring insignificant date.”

“It’s not insignificant,” Komaeda chastised them, puffing his cheeks out. “It’s your anniversary! You should know why such dates are celebrated!”

“I do, but there is no point to celebration in a world like this.”

“Such nihilism!” All the same, Komaeda shoves the present into their hands. “I won’t accept it! You should just accept your gift and be grateful! Both for my thoughtfulness and for your existence!”

“My existence is meaningless.”

Komaeda frowns deeply at them. With a sigh, they unwrap the present to reveal the contents that they already knew about. Without missing a beat, they use the gift to clip back their hair.

“Just as I thought!” Komaeda exclaimed cheerfully, clapping with delight. “It really does suit you! That was such a lucky find!”

Elegant fingertips run over the plastic shell and colorful beads atop decorating the hairclip.

“I suppose for you that I should find something similarly suitable.”

“Aha! You don’t have to! Compared to you, I’ll look even more unsightly than I already am.” Anxiously, Komaeda picks at his own hair, noting how it was growing out considerably.

They were staring at him quiet intensely, which really was as frightening as it was thrilling.

“You really don’t have to give me anything,” Komaeda found himself saying. “Just your presence is a gift, and I really do cherish your company.”

“...is that so?”

It was like he was being doubted. He didn’t like that. He disliked it so much that his smile fell.

“Of course it is,” he insisted. “I know I say many dubious things, but I’m absolutely sincere. I really do love...”

“...love...”

Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains. Komaeda found himself lying motionlessly in bed, head still buzzing.

“...love,” he repeats, musing to himself. “Love, love. Such a funny feeling. Someone like me feeling love and being loved in return.”

They’re just dreams, aren’t they? They have to be.

He throws an arm over his eyes and takes a deep breath.

And yet, thinking that doesn’t feel right.

It really didn’t make any sense. He wondered if it was the effect of Usami’s magic. Or, perhaps, the magic of Jabberwock itself.

In the world of Wonderland, it was nothing more than a dream, wasn’t it...?

If it were a dream than he shouldn’t be questioning this so much.

But.

“Nagito.”

But.

Komaeda pushed himself up, drawing his knees in.

He hears the rolling of ocean waves, remembers the smell of decay and dust, and then he remembers rocking along with the boat. And he remembers laughing because—

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Komaeda stills.

“Hey... Will I see you again? The thought of not seeing you again...makes me really sad.”

“I will still be with you, Nagito.”

Komaeda blinks. Once. Twice.

“...liar.”

The word slipped out before he realized it, but before he could question it, his fingers were digging into his hair and pulling.

“Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar...!” He curled on himself and screamed. “You LIAR!!!”

He shivered, feeling his face heat, his eyes sting and he was so frustrated and couldn’t understand why not at all not at all—

And then, there was a knock at his door.

“Oh coming!”

Komaeda answers the door with his usual grin.

“May I help you?”

“Komaeda... Hey.”

He perked up, blinking several times at Hinata standing there, rubbing uncertainly at his nape.

“Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“...Hinata-kun,” he said, wondering why the name still tasted so strange before widening his grin. “Of course not! Please, don’t ever feel that way! Someone like me would never be bothered by someone like you!”

You sure?” Hinata asked doubtfully. Komaeda nodded quickly, so Hinata shrugged and went on. “Anyway, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today. Uh, the library’s pretty empty today, so...”

“Oh, so kind! Your offer brings me to tears!”

Although why is it that listening to your voice is so unnerving, Hinata-kun?

“It’s nothing really,” Hinata said. “You shouldn’t vibrate so much. You’ll lose your balance.”

“Ehehehe!” Dizzily, Komaeda reached out and took Hinata’s offered hand to be tugged along, and—ah, huh?

“So can we go somewhere today?” he asked cheerfully, taking their hand and squeezing. “I wanted to go to the library. There were still some books I wanted to pull out of the wreckage. Would that be safe?”

“Safe enough,” was the answer. “Is that where you wish to go?”

“Yep!” He beamed. “You don’t mind, do you? That wouldn’t be too boring?”

“It does not matter. If that is where you wish to go, then we shall go.”

“Your kindness really does bring me to tears, K—!”

“Komaeda. Stop thinking.”

Komaeda immediately snapped out of his reverie, blinking wide doe eyes at Hinata. Hinata.

Hinata-kun...right?

“W... What was that?”

Is that...really...right?

“You seemed to be lost in your thoughts,” Hinata said, frowning. “That’s dangerous. You can go pretty overboard, y’know. So, uh, you shouldn’t think so much?”

Right... Right.

“R-Right,” he agreed, smiling blankly. “Yes, that’s right. My apologies, Hinata-kun.”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to...” Hinata squeezed his hand. “Let’s...just get going.”

“Okay. Okay...” Komaeda perked up. “Is that really alright? You won’t get bored at the library, right? Sometimes you don’t look terribly interested in that place, aha...”

Hinata shrugged, tugging him along.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “You like that place.”

“I... Yes... I do.” Komaeda feels his face color as he laughs it off. “Thank you, Hinata-kun. Your kindness really could bring someone to tears.”

“You don’t need to go that far...”

“Ehehehe.”

Huh... Huh.

Even though he decided to wait for him in the beginning, the truth was that Hinata Hajime was a presence that felt wrong. More so when Hinata couldn’t (and still didn’t) remember his talent.

That said, Komaeda had mixed feelings about being around him. He enjoyed it, of course! Hinata was so kind! He really wasn’t worthy!

...but... I feel wanting... That’s ridiculous of me. What more could I want? This is so much more than I deserve. I know that. I know that, and yet...

“Uh... Here.”

“Ah, huh?”

Hinata wasn’t meeting his gaze as he handed him an In-Vitro Rose. Komaeda took it silently, taking in the beauty of the flower as Hinata rubbed at his nape.

“That’s the kind of thing you like, right? So, I figured... You would probably enjoy having it more than me, uh... Don’t look too deeply into it...”

Komaeda blinked. Once. Twice.

Those vividly red eyes bore into him, brilliant as red spider lilies. Or roses, perhaps. Or freshly spilled blood, perhaps.

He bit his lip.

“...hey... Hinata-kun...”

It was funny, how one little thing could tip him over the edge, after everything.

“What is this? What did I do?”

“Uh...” Hinata sucked in his breath. “What are you talking about? Komaeda, I...”

“I can’t remember, I can’t, but—but I did something horribly wrong, didn’t I...” Komaeda began to shake. “That’s why I’m being tormented. That’s why this keeps happening, that’s why he...you...lied...”

“Lied?” Hinata echoed.

“Lied,” Komaeda said. “Did you really think I would just forget everything?”

Hinata flinched, wide-eyed and startled.

“K... Komaeda...”

Hinata-kun’s eyes are a warm hazel. They look like stop signs. But stop signs are supposed to be a brilliant red. Red. Red, red, red... Those eyes that haunt my dreams, they’re—

“Who are you, really?” he asked, aggravated. “You’re not Hinata Hajime, you, you—you’re someone else. Someone wrong.”

The other doesn’t answer.

“You know...” Komaeda goes on. “Someone like me...isn’t loved or understood by others... I know that to be true. But that person still stayed with me, and I really, truly loved them for that.”

Still no answer.

“I don’t want to forget them,” he whispered. “I don’t... I just don’t...” He shook his head. “Is this for the sake of hope? Or despair? I just—I worry... I don’t want to leave that person alone...”

Because we were...always together...always... Always, always, always... I never wanted him to let me go, but...!

“B-But even if it’s for the sake of hope, I... I...” He’s hesitating. He’s hesitating so much and he just can’t understand why. “I... I don’t want...”

“...Komaeda Nagito.”

A sigh.

“Komaeda Nagito, you must stop this.”

Everything stops just as the tears were about to flow.

The program was going to have to be restart again. How troublesome.

He sighs, leaning next to the pod. Within it, Komaeda Nagito sleeps peacefully. For a moment, he remembers waking Komaeda Nagito up with a kiss, being greeted to a morning with that bright smile in response.

“...Kamukura-kun?”

“It’s okay, Kamukura-kun.”

“Your kindness really does bring me to tears, Kamukura-kun!”

“Kamukura-kun!”

...he, no, they shouldn’t think of such things. They had work to do. They have to wake Komaeda Nagito up, but Komaeda Nagito was proving to be especially resistant to their efforts.

“I don’t want to leave that person alone.”

“By being so stubborn,” he said softly, overlooking the pod and sighing as he lays his cheek against it. “You’re leaving me alone, Nagito. If we are to spend time together, then those memories...”

He shook his head, and they got back to work.

With that, the program was restart.

“Hey... Will I see you again? The thought of not seeing you again...makes me really sad.”

“I will still be with you, Nagito.”

“But it won’t be you, right?” Komaeda pointed out, puffing out his cheeks and then going to seat himself beside Kamukura, leaning against him. “It will be your body, but it won’t be you. Are you really sure this is okay?”

He frowns up at him.

“I wouldn’t mind staying with you a while longer.”

“You cannot have the normal life you long for with someone like me,” Kamukura pointed out. “So is this not a better situation for you, Nagito?”

Komaeda huffed.

“I swear, Kamukura-kun, all that domestic bliss and you don’t understand love at all! How despairing! So unfortunate!”

Kamukura hummed softly.

“...I apologize, Nagito.”

“I won’t forget you. There’s no hope in just forgetting you,” Komaeda said, lowly and seriously. “Kamukura-kun, no matter what happens, I’m never going to just forget you.” A pause. “Not until I’ve forgotten everything else, at least. Because by that point, it won’t matter anymore.”

Kamukura was quiet, but Komaeda took his hand and squeezed.

“I promise... I’ll never, ever forget, even if we never see each other again. I’ll imprint these memories on my heart if I have to.”

“You really are so troublesome,” Kamukura said.

“It’s a part of being in love,” Komaeda replied cheerfully.

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