#head bashing

[euporiczz]

Is it too much to ask for a one piece reaction fic that still uploads chapters 😭

[pretty-writing-things]

Part Six :: Liar 

Notes :: Sorry this took so long, I kept forgetting to start it. 

TW’s :: Lady Whump, Creepy-Intimate Whumper (?), Head bashing (I think that’s the word), broken bones, and as always, let me know if I’ve forgotten one! 

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Missouris POV actually

“It’s about time you woke up,” Missouri said, sitting across the room from her and staring at her. “Listen, I need to borrow your phone. I can’t find it.” 

Maine just stared at him with wide eyes. She was back in chains, in the music room. God, she looked so terrified. It made him smile.  

He sighed. “Nevermind. I’ll search your apartment next. I saw our friends today.” He stood up, walking over to her, kneeling beside her on one knee. He put a hand on her cheek, tilting her head towards him to look him in the eye. “They’re worried about you. Cara asked where you were, that you weren’t replying to your texts.” 

“And well...” He frowned, doing a very good job of looking heartbroken. “I haven’t seen you in days. I fear for the worst, what happened to my beautiful, dear Maine?” He ran his thumb over her cheek. 

Maine pulled back, from him, the back of her head hitting the wall behind her. 

Missouri sighed, letting his hand fall to his side. “I have a feeling I’ll have to lie a lot more. It’s not like it’s hard, I was perfect, right? You would have never thought me capable of sayyy this.” He grabbed her face again, pulling it toward him. He kissed her cheek softly, and smiled softly at her, before bashing her head against the wall. 

She closed her eyes, and her face twisted into an expression of pain, but she still made no sound. 

Missouri frowned, disappointed. “Anyway, here in a few weeks I may have to play the part of the grieving boyfriend, as I decide you’re long gone. Dead even, perhaps. It’s a boring role, but necessary.” 

He studied her a moment. Contemplating. “Hmm... I’ll be back in a moment.” He stood, unlocking the door, and paused a second. Grinning, he looked back at her. “Don’t move okay?” He chuckled when she glared back. 

Missouri went to his room, retrieving something from the back of his closet. He went back to Maine, as he had promised, and much to her dismay. Her irritated looked faded into a more shocked, fearful expression when she saw the knife in his hand. 

And finally, she spoke. “What the fuck do you think you’re going to do with that, Missouri?” Her voice was angry. 

“Awful things.” was his reply. 

Maine’s POV Missouri stared at her for a moment, contemplating. His eyes looked her over, once, twice... a third time. Then he looked her in the eye. “... Do you still love me Maine?” He said, his voice was soft. Almost caring. 

She shook her head. “... No. I can’t.” 

“Wrong answer.” He brought his boot down on her hand, and she gasped, involuntarily trying to pull her hand away. She managed to, though she ended up with scratches along the back of her hand. It hurt, like something in her hand had broken.

“Do you love me?” He asked again, gently taking her broken hand.

“What do you fucking think?” She said quietly. She tried to sound angry, to yell, but that was hard when at the same time she was begging herself not to cry.

He seemed to find this amusing, and he tightened his grip on her hand, causing her to cry out. “That’s an even worse answer, now you’re just being insulting.” He frowned, pretending to be sad. He held her hand even tighter, and pain clouded her thoughts. “That’s alright though.” He said as she squeezed her eyes shut, just trying to make it stop. She couldn’t pull away, somehow she knew that would hurt her worse. “I don’t love you either.”

“I don’t think I ever did.” He continued, and there was a smile in his voice. “But, I think soon I’ll make you say the words. You’ll love me. And it will hurt. But you’ll still love me none the less.”

“I don’t think I will.” she managed to say.

“Well that attitude will get us no where.” He dropped her hand, and sighed. 

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[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Requested by anonymous

Request: hey can you do one where Y/n sticks up for Olivia and negan gets cocky? You can decide what happens after but can you make sure negan does something to Y/n to make the group hate him more please? Thank you!! Xx

A Dixon is always an ass kicker

You watched as Olivia trembled upon negans glare and you clenched your jaw. This man was a handsome devil but he made you sick. "w-we're starving" Olivia whimpered and you watched negan and tried to stop yourself from just attacking him already "you? Starving?" he throws his head back and laughs. "shut the fuck up you useless prick" you said firmly and that stopped negan in his tracks and he slowly turned around "excuse me?" you sighed putting your hands on your hips "I said shut the fuck up you useless prick" you said going at a slow pace making out that he was stupid. He smirked and turned around going back to Olivia starting to look her up and down "you sick bastard" you grumbled to yourself and negan chuckled getting closer to Olivia "I think it would be enjoyable to screw your brains out... I mean if you agreed to it-" Olivia looked disgusted and slapped negan hard. Your jaw hit the ground before a huge smile spread across your face and Carl looked extremely shocked "you deserved that.... You useless prick" you stated smugly and he turned towards you gritting his teeth "you shouldn't mess with the top dog" he stated and you sighed "maybe you mean the loser... I shouldn't mess with the loser? Why? Because the loser can't do anything?" Negan glared at you before he smiled "Let's cook spaghetti!" you glared at him "no! Go back to your dumb saviours! Also why do you keep changing the conversation... He's scared Carl!" he looked at you and shook his head "why should I? And no I am not scared darlin. You should be the one who's scared" you sighed "because they're the only ones who care about you... Maybe before the world turned to shit more than one piece of shit loved you... Maybe... Your wife? Oh shut the fuck up" Negan clenched his jaw "do not push me" you sighed "oh yeah lovely beautiful Lucille who loved to tear you down!" carl gave you a worried glance "Y/n" he warned quietly and you laugh "so you're telling me... You get your anger out by beating the Holy hell out of people?! Would your wife want that?! Huh?! You fucking prick! She's dead! There's many more women in the world who would love to be with you! A murderer." the look on negans face was one of pure anger. "aw have I made the beast mad? Aw boohoo boohoo" Negan took a step towards you "Y/n stop it please" Olivia begged "no! This asshole started this so let's finish it!" Negan tightened his grip around Lucille and you laughed "Lucille give me strength" you mocked and before you knew it you were on the ground negans foot kicking into your stomach repeatedly.

You groaned on the floor. Negan left about ten minutes ago and now you were on the floor cringing in pain. "you didn't have to stick up for me" Olivia said softly and you rolled your eyes "I would do it over again... That asshole deserves everything I said to him. I would've put a bullet through his head if I had the chance" she smiles slightly "well I appreciate you sticking up for me" you smile and shrug softly noticing Carl walk in "Denise is on her way home with dad and daryl... She's got medical supplies" you nod slightly and groan in pain again "I think he broke something..." you mutter and Olivia sighs putting another blanket over you "that's why you don't say anything like that to him" you stare at her "he deserved every single word I told him and I would do it a trillion more times!" she smiles "y/n you're such a bad ass" you shake your head "just sticking up for a friend" carl opened the door and let out a nervous laugh "what is it?" you ask trying to sit up "um they're back... I don't know how they're gonna react but... Um hopefully it goes okay" you laugh softly "it's fine... There's been worse accidents. It's nothing" you say your voice slurring slightly. A while later Denise walked in and her eyes widened "holy fuck... It looks like a murder scene! Jesus christ!" she rushed over to you and began to go doctor mode on you "I'm fine honestly. Its just a few cuts" she stares at you blankly "uh huh... When you're slurring your words you're definitely fine" you smile a little and listen to Carl "okay so negan came round and he got angry because Y/n said a few things... And he beat her up" there were a few angry murmurs before daryl's voice cut in to the conversation "hold on... He did what?! Let me see her" before you knew it daryl, Rick and Carl were stood looking at you "oh Y/n..." rick said shaking his head "he was being a prick! I had to stick up for Olivia! He was fat shaming her! I'm fine!" you smile and try to sit up again but instantly regret it letting out a cry. Daryl rushed to your side "take it easy sunshine..." you smile softly and Rick is also beside you a worried look on his face "I made fun of his wife... Or his bat... Whatever you prefer and he didn't like the joke... But he deserved all of it" rick tried to hide the smile on his face but he couldn't "karma was coming for him... I'm glad you showed him" he patted your shoulder gently before standing up walking off with Carl.

After a while daryl sat down beside you and stirred the soup around "that looks gross" you said and he looked at you a small smirk on his face "it's food... It'll help build you health up again..." you frown "it's lumpy! Look at it!!!" he laughs "its chicken... I have to agree though... It does look like baby sick" you grimaced and he laughed again before putting some on a spoon "here comes the airplane" you glared at him "I am not a baby daryl" he smiles "shhh... Let me take care of my sister for once... Cmon" you sighed before taking the soup in your mouth and chewing slightly. "it's nice... But.... Has a weird aftertaste" you mumble wincing as you bit down too hard "he dislocated my jaw... Denise then helped me put it back in place" daryl sighs "jesus... You must've said something really bad to piss him off" you smile to yourself "I told him he was a murderer, that his wife was dead, asked if his wife would've wanted this, mocked him, shamed him, made him feel pain, Olivia slapped him! Yes she slapped him!" daryl laughs "oh my god good on her!" you nod eating some more soup "I know right! Then I continued to make fun of him and call him a loser... Pretty lame but he looked like he wanted to cry" daryl nodded a serious look on his face and you sighed knowing he was probably going to lecture you but all he did was laugh and pull you closer "that's my girl... A dixon is always a dixon" daryl winks and nudges you causing you to laugh and roll your eyes. A dixon may be an idiot but a dixon is always an ass kicker.

[lickmyballs420]

When I bash my head into a wall, it makes a refreshing sound xD

for me its like a light crunching whenever I hit my head which i find more concerning but shrugs

[jenevah]

Just watched on episode 8..What wrong nowaday ,there's in a row bashing the head scenes which is originally Negan lol,,,last episodes Shelby killed matt through bashing the head and now Audrey killed Mama through head bashing again..its fashion show head bash.

[posthumanwanderings]

[ninjasm]

Rehearsal. Radio play.

[imakitttykat]

You never know how violent you are until you dream about bashing the heads of your enemies.