batman creepypasta

you wake up in the middle of the night and jonathan crane is crouched on the foot of your bed like a vulture 

he doesn’t spray you with fear toxin or anything nah

he just tells you your coping mechanisms are unhealthy and gives you a referral to a specialist and he’ll be calling you the next few days to ask if you actually called them and didn’t just throw the numbers away 

you wake up, heart pounding

thank god it was a dream

you look at ur hand

….there’s a post it note with a couple phone numbers and names on it. it smells like antiseptic and salt that could only come from one man… 

like if you got chills



19 hours of drawing oh god. But I’m proud of myself!!

@crypticspoon I would really like it if I got your feedback! You got me into Be More Chill and you are a huge inspiration!

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That guy in black is downright me EVERY FUCKING TIME!!!! Look at his face lmao XD

This is Yuzu backstage after his performance at Nationals 2015. He falled and messed up his programs so he was very “kuyashii”. But yes, the guy in black jacket, whoever you are, thank you so much for speaking on behalf of us!!

Son, you got no chill! But well, it’s this crave for improvement and perfection that created this champion. What can we do?

Not So Rude Awakening- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,164

Request:  Hey🌸 I was wondering if you could write one where jack and y/n accidentally set their alarm earlier than they had to so they just cuddle and talk until they actually have to get up? 


*Alarm obnoxiously beeping*

You lift your head groggily in haze, unsure where you were. Only to realize it was Monday morning and you had to get ready for work. You went to roll out of bed, but you felt yourself being tugged back down onto the mattress. You looked back to see you blonde, bed headed boyfriend pulling on your arm.

“Jack come on! I have to get up. I can’t be late!” you said, trying to escape his embrace. It was no use, he was stronger than you. He tightly brought your body over to his.

“No sorry. You’re not allowed to leave. Call in sick. We need to have cuddles.” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you.

“Jack seriously? I promise we can cuddle when I get home, but I really have to go.” you whined, trying to roll over off the bed.

Jack just pulled you back, “No.” he pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes.

His face met yours, playfully attacking you with kisses. He started from your neck, then moved up to your cheeks until he reached your lips.

You giggled as you felt his morning stubble against your face. “You’re cute babe. As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I can’t. And if I don’t get up and get going, I’m going to have to go to work in my nighty.”

He looked you up and down, giving you a cheeky smirk. “Oooh kinky.” he laughed, tickling your sides, making you jump.

“I’m seriously going to kick you, if you don’t let me go! No cuddles later for you either.”

“Fine.” he moped, releasing you from his arms.

You finally stood up and glanced at your phone,seeing how much time you had left to get ready. This can’t be right. You slumped back onto your side of the bed.

Jack looked over at you confused. “(Y/N) what are you doing? Don’t you have to get ready for work?”

You slowly put your phone down beside you and covered your face with the duvet.

“Jack do you know what time it is right now?” letting out a muffled laugh.

“Isn’t it 8:30?”

You reached for your phone and tossed it over to Jack’s side, making him jump. He fumbled around, looking for where it went with his hand. When he finally found it, he looked at the screen.

The time read 6:30 am

“You set the alarm last night for 6 instead of 8, you idiot! I could have slept longer!” hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“Oi!” he shouted as you gave him a good whack on the head. “Alright! Two can play at this game!” he charged, hitting you a couple times with a pillow before pulling you back in his strong arms. He squeezed you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You felt his stubble again, making you shrug your shoulders up and giving you goosebumps all over.

Things had calmed down a little bit, you just laid there, gazing into your boyfriend’s baby blue eyes. You ran your fingers softly through his disheveled hair, sweeping it back in place.

You loved moments like this. Of course pillow fights and silly times were fun, but sometimes it’s nice to just sit and take in the moment. You appreciated the time you got to chill and spend time with Jack. You both were pretty busy most of the time with work. So anytime you could just sit or snuggle up, was absolute heaven.

“Be honest, did you set the alarm early on purpose?”

He shot you a sarcastic surprised look. Trying to hide the smile growing on his face. “You did! I knew it!” giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Ow!” he rubbed his arm where you hit him. “Excuse me for wanting some time with you!” he gave a fake cry, pouting his lip.

“Aw poor baby. Let me kiss it better!” you teased, puckering your lips.

Jack pulled away from you still holding his arm, “No, no I don’t need your pity kisses!”

“You are such a drama queen! Do you know that?” finally being able to sneakily kiss his arm.

“Feel better?” giving him a smile.

“I mean, I guess I feel a little bit better” he huffed while rolling his eyes.

You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, “How about now?”

He just sat with his arms crossed in front of him.

You kissed his jawline, “How about now?”

You notice him start to squirm, knowing that tickled him and he was just trying to keep his composure.

Finally, you kissed his neck, “Now?”

That broke him. He shrugged his shoulders up in response. You knew that was one of his weak spots. Jack couldn’t resist neck kisses. Neither could you.

“You play dirty. Do you know that?” he smiled at you.

“Yeah I know.” you said sassily winking back at him.


Since you had another hour to kill before work, you and Jack didn’t leave your room. You just stayed in bed together.

You cuddled.

Your bodies entangled and snug in the duvet.

You chatted shit. Like, would you let each other turn into a walker in a zombie apocalypse? Or if you were on a desert island what would you do?

You also talked about some serious things,like your relationship and where you saw things going in the future.

It was an amazing morning. Just you and Jack with no interruptions or distractions.

*Actual alarm went off*

“Ughh no! Now I don’t want to go to work!” you groaned, stretching out your arms and nuzzling back into Jack’s chest. He held you close, resting his head against yours.

“I know gorgeous, but I’ll tell you what. When you get home, how about we go out to dinner? And then after that we can have a nice bubble bath.” he whispered sweetly in your ear.

You smiled into his kiss,“That sounds amazing.” you slowly rolled out of bed, walking toward your wardrobe.

You could feel Jack’s eyes staring at you as you walked away from the bed. Quickly glancing back, you caught him red handed. “Maybe you should take a picture. It’ll last longer.” you laughed, shimmying your body back and forth.

“Maybe I will.” sporting a cheeky grin.

You made your way back to his bedside, “Well, right now I really have to get dressed and get to work. But I promise you’ll see me in this later, okay?”

He nodded with delight at what you just said. You shared a kiss and then continued to get dressed.

You were in the bathroom doing your makeup when you heard Jack yell, “Did you know that I love you crazy girl?”

Standing in front of the mirror, you laughed to yourself. Thinking about how lucky you were. You loved this boy so much.

“Good! Because you’re not getting rid of me Maynard! You’re mine forever.”

Guilty - Part 6

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,169 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

You were on your way out when your phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw that it was Kai. The two of you hadn’t spoken since Sunday night. He’d texted you a few times, but you didn’t feel like talking so you didn’t write him back.

You had spent Monday night with Baekhyun and three days had passed. He called you every night since then. He asked you how you were, if you ate, what you did that day. All sorts of things, things that Kai didn’t ask you about.

“Hello?” you answered.

He sighed on the other end. You could hear the hurt. “Why won’t you text me back?”

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Request: aww i’m really sick at the Moment :( Would you maybe write an imagine with Bucky where you’re his girlfriend but also dealing with a nasty flu and he is all caring and protective, doing anything to help you and makes sure you’re comfortable and stuff ? That would be really great <3

Originally posted by luvinchris

You suddenly jolted awake in your bed, gently wrapping your hand around your throat. It had a nasty sting that flowed through your chest and your mouth was producing a lot more saliva. You knew what was about to happen. 

Quickly throwing the blankets off of you and stumbling over your own two feet, you rushed into your bathroom and bent over the toilet, emptying your stomach. You coughed up the rest and took deep breaths, the little episode leaving you without air for a few minutes. 

You stood up and suddenly felt really cold and drained of energy. You flushed the toilet and brushed your teeth twice before all traces of the nasty stomach fluids went away. You walked back into your bedroom and slipped on your warm Stark Industries hoodie.

You felt like death as you checked the time. 5:30am. The sun wasn’t even out yet and you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. Bucky was always the first awake so he could run early with Steve. He was more than likely in the kitchen. You sighed, feeling nauseous and dizzy. Your body ached as you walked out of your room and down the elevator to the kitchen. 

The light was already on and it gave you a headache. Or did you already have it? You didn’t remember; it was hard to focus when you were shivering violently. You walked in the kitchen and saw Bucky reading the newspaper, still in just his sweats from last night.

You let out a cough, startling the man. Bucky’s head shot up to you and he took in your appearance. “You’re so pale. What’s the matter, Doll?” He asked, quickly coming over to you. His hands rested on your cheeks and he gasped. “You’re burning up! Do you feel okay?” Bucky asked, his shocked expression making you smile a little.

You just shrugged and coughed again, covering your mouth with your arm. “I threw up and I’m freezing. Everything hurts.” You explained with a scratchy voice. Bucky frowned and touched your forehead. “What did you eat last night?” Bucky asked, moving to get you some water and to make you some soup.

You sat down on the stool he was on moments ago, the warmth on it comforting you. Bucky grabbed some medicine and put your chicken noodle soup on the stove, waiting for it to heat up. “I didn’t have much of an appetite actually. So I skipped.” You said softly. He set the medicine down along with your water bottle.

Bucky hummed in response as he got the thermometer and came around to stand beside you. You turned to face him and frowned. “Bucky, I-I’m fine. Really.” You didn’t want to admit you were sick because you knew Bucky would try to help you any way he could. You didn’t mind, but he would eventually stay with you the whole time and sacrifice his upcoming missions just to take care of you.

“Open.” Bucky said, ignoring your previous words. You sighed and did as Bucky said, letting him stick the thermometer under your tongue. Bucky watched you closely and sighed. “You might have the flu.” He said lowly, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. “Baby, you’re gonna need lots of rest, okay?” Bucky said, pecking your forehead. You nodded and the simple movement made your head spin slightly.

The pot of soup on the stove started boiling and Bucky quickly moved over and poured it in a bowl. He set the spoon down in it, stirring it lightly as he blew cool air on it. You took the thermometer out when it started beeping and you groaned at the number. “What’s it say?” Bucky asked worriedly as he set your bowl of soup down in front of you. He took it from you and his eyes grew wide. “103? Y/N, you’ve definitely got the flu.” Bucky said, setting the thermometer down.

You groaned again, suddenly feeling really hot. You breathed out and coughed hard, this time feeling the congestion in your chest. Bucky rubbed your back and grabbed a spoon full of soup, bringing some of the warm liquid up to your mouth. You gently swallowed it and let the warmth soothe your sore throat.

After you finished your soup and took some medicine, Bucky carried you to your bedroom. You sighed, slipping off your hoodie now. You were starting to sweat and Bucky frowned as he sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m gonna let Steve know you’re ill. I’m staying with you until you’re better.” Bucky said quietly, reaching for your hand. He softly stroked the back of it and you sighed.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Bucky.” You said softly, looking at Bucky with a frown. He just smiled sadly at you. “Y/N, you’re sick and everyone else will be gone on the mission today. Who would take care of you then?” Bucky asked, sending a quick text to Steve. It always amused you to see Bucky and Steve using their iPhones. Their fingers were so large, sometimes you couldn’t even understand what either of them typed and sent you.

Bucky set his phone down on your bedside table and you quickly sat up, holding your mouth closed. “Doll?” Bucky asked, his eyebrows furrowed. You shot out of bed and rushed into the restroom, the toilet full of the soup you just had. You felt a hand pull your hair back and Bucky rested his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t care less how you looked right now, you just knew it was all a hot mess.

You finally finished and you were breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. Tears filled your eyes and you sniffled. “I hate throwing up.” You said with a cough. Bucky stood up and got a wash cloth, running it under the cool water at the sink. He handed it to you and you grabbed it, wiping your hot face. “Doll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky said quietly, his hand resting on your shoulder.

You stood up and flushed the toilet, quickly brushing your teeth again. Bucky kept his arms wrapped around your waist, his hands gently rubbing across your stomach. His chin was resting on your shoulder and you sighed, cleaning off the toothpaste around your lips. Bucky led you back into your room and you got the chills again. You shivered harshly and buried yourself under your blankets.

Bucky climbed in beside you, his body heat immediately drawing you into him. Bucky held you as close as possible, wrapping his leg protectively over yours. His lips stayed on your warm forehead as he gently rubbed your back. You hummed and closed your eyes, exhaustion creeping into your body. “Thank you, Bucky.” you said softly. Bucky smiled against your forehead.

You felt Bucky hug you closer as you shivered again. “I’ll always be here to take care of you, Doll.” Bucky said.

Suddenly someone knocked on your door, pulling you out of your rest. You groaned, waking up from having been in a deep sleep and your head killing you. “Come in.” Bucky said quiet enough not to hurt your ears. Your door opened and Sam poked his head in, Clint and Steve joining him.

They all piled in your room, one by one, taking in your sick state. “Guys, she needs to rest. Steve, I thought I told you I wasn’t going to make it.” Bucky said, holding you even closer, shielding your body as if to let them know not to come near you right now. 

You nuzzled your face in Bucky’s neck. “We just wanted to make sure she isn’t dying.” Steve said, making Sam snicker. He immediately stopped when Bucky shot him a glare and Steve slapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. Clint chuckled and Sam glared at him.

You groaned and turned to look at the men. “Yow!” Clint yelled, seeing how pale you were. “Daaamn!” Sam yelled, holding his fist to his mouth while he made an ‘o’ face. You shot them your middle finger and Steve quickly ushered the two men out of your room. “Sorry.” Steve muttered. You rolled your eyes and buried yourself deeper into Bucky’s body. “I’ll deal with them later.” Steve said with a sigh.

Bucky nodded and rested his hand on your cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “Y/N, please, sleep.” Bucky said, looking down at you. He turned to Steve with an apologetic look. “Steve, she needs to rest. She just has the flu.” Bucky explained shortly. Steve nodded sadly. “Let me know of any changes.” Steve said before leaving, joining the others to go on the mission.

You whimpered and looked up at Bucky. “Do I really look that bad?” You asked, your voice almost gone. Bucky frowned at the sound of your weak voice, shaking his head. “Of course not. You’re so beautiful, Doll.” Bucky said, kissing your forehead. You smiled a little and closed your eyes, sleep once again calling your name.

“Sleep well, Y/N. I love you.” Bucky whispered, staring at your face he adored so much.

Note: I hope you feel better, sweetie! I want Bucky to take care of me when I’m sick, aw. feedback is welcome! .c

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I’m more convinced that All Too Well is about Emily than anything else on Fearless (even Breathe).

I was listening to it on the school bus one day, and I thought “I wonder if this song’s about Emily”; because I don’t buy it when people say it’s too theatrical. When people say that it sounds like wishful thinking to me, and the song is just too real. Anyway, I listened to the song with that in mind, and…I had to try so hard not to cry (my eyes kept burning, mind you). I got more chills than I’ve ever gotten in my life, and it was all I could think about for the whole day afterwards. It was like I was hearing it for the first time again, just…so much more honest - everything just fell into place. It even made me a little sick, because I was so much feeling what the song was saying. It was so different to how anyone talks about heartbreak. It was like somebody died - your mother. Just different, of course - but that’s the best thing I can compare it with. Before, the song had never made all that much sense to me, no matter which guy I considered it being about, because it was just too powerful to be about a cute boy she dated for a month. But in every little line where it described the subject of the song, I suddenly realised how perfectly it was describing Emily. It was as though I was hearing everything she never showed us. “Your sweet disposition”, “You almost ran the red ‘cause you were looking over at me”, etc. Even the way it described their location “’Cause there we are again on that little town street” sounded like the kinds of places she and Emily used to be in back in 2007. In second chorus when it talked about dancing in the middle of the night, I remember it suddenly hitting me…they were in love. I mean, obviously they were, but I had always been seeing it as this detective case, and I found the thought cute that they dated, but I honestly never thought about it properly, probably partly because Taylor always seemed too good for her, and I couldn’t really imagine her being in love with her. But in that chorus, it just suddenly hit me. Not in a factual way, in an emotional way.

And in the chorus where it said:
“’Cause there we are again where I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known
It was rare
I was there
I remember it all too well”
I suddenly imagined - what if Emily was one of those gay people who pretend their straight all their lives to their family, friends - everyone they know, and they eventually get married to someone of the opposite sex, and carry on pretending to be straight, and raise a family, and die having everyone think they’re straight. What if Taylor became the first girl she ever gathered the courage to date, and when they broke up, she went back to pretending to straight because of how hurt she was by the end of it. She’s married to a man now, and was when Taylor wrote the song, I think. She was living in denial, to herself, even. Which was why Taylor said it so strongly. It would fit so much better like that, because everyone falls in love. Deeper with certain people, but not so much that you could say it was the one real, sincere, earnest relationship they had ever been in.

I’m not trying to prove anything, by the way. I’m not trying to back up all the reasons why I think it’s about her, because it’s not extremely logical altogether. It’s a feeling. I promise it’s a reliable feeling, so you have my word, but that’s all you’ve really got, because it’s not a feeling I can describe.



  • ❝  you ever see a painting by john trumbull?  ❞
  • ❝  the reality is messier and richer.  ❞
  • ❝  the reality is not a pretty picture.  ❞


  • ❝  that’s why i hustle hella hard, never celebrate a holiday.  ❞
  • ❝  i refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away.  ❞
  • ❝  if i have given it all i got i cannot regret it.  ❞
  • ❝  when opportunity knock, you don’t send anyone to get it — answer the door, welcome it, let it in, or regret it.  ❞
  • ❝  i surprise you guys, i’m a prize fighter.  ❞
  • ❝  be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it.  ❞
  • ❝  i mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it.  ❞
  • ❝  we ain’t got no other choice, we need to rise up.  ❞
  • ❝  inside i feel that fire that’s burning.  ❞
  • ❝  see i’ve been patiently waiting for this moment.  ❞
  • ❝  give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it.  ❞


  • ❝  i had no foundation, no friends and no family to catch my fall.  ❞
  • ❝  running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt.  ❞
  • ❝  writin’ songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds.  ❞
  • ❝  competition near, i’m a spartan without the spear.  ❞
  • ❝  this poetry in motion, i’m a poet.  ❞
  • ❝  running out of time like i’m jonathan larson’s rent check.  ❞
  • ❝  my mind is where the wild things are.  ❞
  • ❝  oh, you think you smart?  ❞
  • ❝  oversensitive, defenseless, i made sense of it.  ❞
  • ❝  these sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?  ❞
  • ❝  damn, you got no chill.  ❞
  • ❝  fuckin’ right, i’m relentless!  ❞
  • ❝  i know abuela’s never really gonna win the lottery.  ❞
  • ❝  i was born in the eye of a storm.  ❞
  • ❝  this hurricane in my brain is the burden i bear.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m here cause i wrote my way out.  ❞


  • ❝  an open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti - charismatic national embarrassment known as  ______.  ❞
  • ❝  the man’s irrational.  ❞
  • ❝  trick, please!  ❞
  • ❝  at least i do my job up in this rumpus.  ❞
  • ❝  the line is behind me, i crossed it again.  ❞
  • ❝  they were calling you a dick back in ‘76 and you really haven’t done anything new since.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re a nuisance with no sense.  ❞
  • ❝  you’ll die of irrelevance.  ❞
  • ❝  go ahead, you aspire to my level, you aspire to malevolence.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t care if i kill my career with this letter.  ❞
  • ❝  sit down, _____, you fat motherfucker!  ❞


  • ❝  these are the times that try men’s souls.  ❞
  • ❝  tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.  ❞
  • ❝  i am seeing the best minds of my generation waste away in pestilence and starvation.  ❞
  • ❝  is this all a test or have we met our doom?  ❞
  • ❝  i am beyond comprehension of their nonsense.  ❞
  • ❝  do you have no influence at all, you fucking skinflints?  ❞
  • ❝  tone it down.  ❞


  • ❝  it’s really astonishing that in a country founded by immigrants, immigrant has somehow become a bad word.  ❞
  • ❝  we all came to america trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t think i didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves.  ❞
  • ❝  all you got to do is see the world with new eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  immigrants, we get the job done.  ❞
  • ❝  look how far i come.  ❞
  • ❝  we’re america’s ghost writers, the credit’s only borrowed.  ❞


  • ❝  congratulations, you have invented a new kind of stupid.  ❞
  • ❝  truly, you didn’t think this through? kinda stupid.  ❞
  • ❝  i begged you to take a break, you refused to  ❞
  • ❝  so scared of what your enemies might do to you. you’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to!  ❞
  • ❝  you’ve redefined your legacy.  ❞
  • ❝  i lived only to read your letters.  ❞
  • ❝  i look at you and think ‘god, what have we done with our lives, and what did it get us?’  ❞
  • ❝  i’m back in the city and i’m here to stay.  ❞
  • ❝  i know what i’m here to do. i’m not here for you.  ❞


  • ❝  and whether or not you want it, guys, that is the final compromise we made.  ❞
  • ❝  we cannot cure prejudice or righteous, desperate hate.  ❞
  • ❝  but we can’t address the question if we do not have an answer.  ❞
  • ❝  is it my turn? good.  ❞
  • ❝  a land of the free? no it’s not, it’s hypocrisy.  ❞
  • ❝  how dare you.  ❞
  • ❝  well, you asked how i feel. i don’t pretend to know the answer, but the question is real.  ❞
  • ❝  let’s take this moment to establish a precedent.  ❞
  • ❝  do you really wanna have that conversation?  ❞
  • ❝  let’s hope the next generation thinks of something better.  ❞


  • ❝  it’s kinda crazy ‘cause people think i got it made just ‘cause i got paper.  ❞
  • ❝  i do got it made but that’s ‘cause i made it myself.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t matter what most people say.  ❞
  • ❝  i did everything that i want, i still don’t care what anybody else think.  ❞
  • ❝  it must be nice to have everybody on your side.  ❞


  • ❝  when i die, will heaven be done?  ❞
  • ❝  what will my legend become?  ❞
  • ❝  the path to perfection is rarely achieved. i head in that direction, i dream and believe.  ❞
  • ❝  the quills that i dip into the ink go to document and you’ll remember me when i’m extinct.  ❞
  • ❝  through hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on.  ❞
  • ❝  will they tell your story in the end?  ❞
Lazy Sunday (fluff)

Summary: Hoseok is finally home with you for a lazy Sunday afternoon. 

Count: 652 

 My first fic so please be gentle. Please enjoy!!!


 The two of you lazed around on the couch, his body between your legs and head resting on your stomach. Your fingers danced around in his silky hair just watching him laugh at the show on TV. The boys took a day off to rest their bodies and minds, just to be seven average Joe’s. Hoseok was just milking it!

 All he had done today was whine about how he needed to rest and eat a lot to stay healthy so you had just about had it! But, watching him laugh and cuddle your leg the way he did, you couldn’t help but giggle. Your giggling seemed to distract Hoseok because the show had gone to commercial and it was one of those elderly insurance things that some people groaned over.

 "Oh, what is it sunshine?“ Hobi’s eyes were so innocent and you couldn’t help but blush once they were on you. His chocolate brown eyes made you want to melt and you simply forgot how to breath! 

 "O-oh um n-nothing!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the 23 year old child look at you upside down. He looked like such a puppy dog! You sighed in defeat, “I was just thinking about you…” you mumbled as your finger played with a lock of Hoseok’s hair. The man seemed to hum at your finger and lean for more contact. 

 "Why?“ His voice was as chirpy as always. 

 With his eyes still closed, he dropped is head back onto your stomach and seemed to scoot down so you could feel his breath on your upper thigh. You got chills as his lips pressed against your exposed skin. "Why do you love me so much Y/N?” he asked innocently but his chirp seemed to be gone. 

 You looked down at him, your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought, why DID you love him so much?

 To hell if you knew!? 

What kind of question was that? 

 You were pulled out of your silent panic with chills running down your back from Hobi’s lips on you skin, patiently waiting. 

 "You’re just… everything I’ve ever wanted,“ You finally say.


 "Well,” Hoseok grunted and sat up breaking the painful silence. “You are everything I’ve wanted too!!” he yelled pulling you into his lap all of the sudden. You couldn’t help but squeak at the sudden movements and being showered with kisses before finally resting his chin on your shoulder and receiving small cute pecks on your cheek and chin. 

 "Y/N,“ Hobi says still smiling just looking at your face, "I have to be the luckiest guy in the world. You’re so beautiful and I don’t know why you chose me, but I’m glad you did. I know I haven’t been home a lot, dealing with the group and preparing for our new video, but I just wanted to remind you about how happy you make me and how lucky I feel just to call you mine. Y/N I love you so much, I just want to grow old with you." 

 His words seemed to catch you off guard and you just looked at him, eyes wide. He praised you all of the time and told you how happy you make him but ever since they started practicing a lot more, you heard less of those. You didn’t mind because you knew but just to be here with the "Love of Your Life” after month of going to bed before Hoseok got home and waking up to only a “sorry I had to leave so early, I love you” texts, hearing this made his statement a lot better and he knew that. 

 "I love you, so much,“ You say pulling his head into your chest and holding him there. He couldn’t stop laughing and playfully wiggling to get out of your hold, but you just couldn’t let go of him. 

 Even if you wanted to.

Originally posted by rapnamjoon

The Girl on the Bridge

Originally posted by samwisefrakkinggamgee

Pre-Serum Steve x Reader

The Girl on the Bridge

Prompt: Pre Serum Steve in modern times and is self-conscious of what his significant other will think of him. Cute fluffiness please please please!

Note: This is suuuuper cute omg. I decided to put a bit of a soulmate twist on it, if that’s okay. Very cute.

Warnings: Precious baby Steve. Fluff. Very fluff.

Steve stared at the timer at his wrist and sighed, sitting on his bed in he and Bucky’s shared apartment in New York. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. Or to be exact: 0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 0 days, 12 hours, 37 minutes, and 14…13…12 seconds remained. That meant tomorrow after lunch.

“Nervous?” Bucky asked, poking his head into Steve’s room.

“You think?” Steve chuckled softly. He pointed to the outfit hanging on the knob of his dresser. It was a light blue polo shirt and khakis with a pair of nice brown dress shoes. “Too dressy? Should I go casual?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be dressed up just as much, if not more, than you.” Bucky assured him. He pulled out his phone and checked the weather for the next day. “Should be nice and sunny.”



“Do you think she’ll be okay with…me? You know, being the way I am?”

“She’s your soulmate, Stevie. She doesn’t have a choice.” He laughed. Steve went quiet, suddenly very serious. “Steve, lighten up. Of course she’ll love you. Who wouldn’t?”

“What if she’s taller than me? What if she doesn’t find me? What if we miss eachother?”

“Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Bucky smiled. “She’ll love you. I know it.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. He laid down in his bed. “Night Buck.”

“Get some sleep, punk. God knows you’re going to need it,”


Steve didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. Every time he dozed off, he ended up having a nightmare about how horribly things could go the next day. When he finally got out of bed, he drank three cups of coffee to wake him up and then brushed his teeth four times to make sure his breath was minty and fresh.


“Buck, I can’t breathe.” Steve sighed, his heart racing. He checked the timer on his wrist. There was only an hour left.

“We’re going to the park. That’s the best place to meet people. Right on the bridge. Real romantic.” Bucky said. “Plus, it’s a nice day.”

“Okay,” he nodded. The park wasn’t that far away. Only a short walk. They could get there in no time. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.”

“You can’t be late. She’s your soulmate.”

“I know,” he nodded. “I know.”


“(Y/N), you’re going to be fine,” your best friend, Sarah, told you for the fortieth time. You were strolling through the park, waiting in bated breath for your timer to run out. 5 minutes. You had five minutes. Your heart raced at the speed of light, and you felt like you might pass out. You were wearing a dress, a cute short lacy blue dress and black flats. Your hair was curled, thanks to Sarah, and your makeup was perfect.

“He’s going to love you.” she reassured you, rubbing your back. “I’ll wait for you over there by that tree,” she pointed to the tree near the base of the bridge. “And good luck. But it’s not like you’ll need it.”

Sarah walked away, her long curly red hair bouncing with every step. You glanced at your wrist, staring at the glowing numbers. You got chills. Any minute now.


Steve looked up to the bridge and swallowed nervously. He adjusted his collar and gripped the bouquet of flowers he had brought tight. A red-haired girl sitting under a tree looked up from her book.

“Are you here to meet a soulmate?” she asked excitedly. Steve nodded nervously. Bucky smiled softly. “My friend (Y/N)’s up there on the bridge. She only has a few minutes left.”

“So does he,” Bucky nudged him forward. “Go on, buddy.”

“O-okay,” he nodded and started walking towards you hesitantly. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He was shaking, blushing, nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not now.

Once he was standing beside you, he tapped your shoulder. In that instant, both of your timers dinged together as they reached zero simultaneously.

“H-hi,” you greeted shyly, smiling brightly as you met his eyes. He smiled back.

“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” He introduced.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied. He held out his hand to shake yours but you pulled him into a hug instead, holding him tightly. His eyes widened, not expecting to be accepted by you so quickly, but he embraced you nonetheless, his heart racing. “I was worried I would never meet you,” You admitted, beginning to cry tears of relief. “So, so worried something would go wrong. I didn’t get a minute of sleep last night.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted softly, burying his head in your hair. He couldn’t believe you were here. He couldn’t believe you were real and in his arms and so soft and warm. He held onto you like he would never get another chance. “I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re so, so beautiful,”

“Thank you,” You smiled, still not letting go. “Can I just hug you forever?”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Come on, lovebirds,” Bucky called from the tree. “Do you want to go out for lunch, or what?”

“That’s Bucky,” Steve explained. You finally stopped hugging him and just took a good long look at him. He was adorable. You didn’t care that he was kind of short or kind of skinny. He was your soulmate, and there was no one on earth you’d rather spend the rest of your life with.

I Could Not Tell You

I could not tell you
How much pain
You caused
Inside my chest

I could not tell you
How broken I felt
When I couldn’t
Call you mine

I could not tell you
How many tears I cried
Waiting for you
To come back to me


I could not tell you
How many times
Your name still pops up
In my head

I could not tell you
How much
The simple things you did
Made me smile

I could not tell you
Why my skin
Got chills
Every time you touched me

I could not tell you
Why sitting with you in silence
Still felt
Like our hearts were screaming

I could not tell you
How beautiful
I thought
Your mind, body & soul were

I could not tell you
How magical it felt
To lay there
With your arms around me

I could not tell you
How much I loved
Listening to you talk
About everything and nothing


I could not tell you
Why I’m sitting here
Trying to convince myself
That I do not love you

–d.m. (via @loveme4mysoul) the one that got away

Lost Child

Yay, I’m finally back from the dead! I hope you all enjoy this one! (the title is lame but I couldn’t think of anything better)

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 888

You’re sitting near the window at your favorite coffee shop. Across from you is your wonderful boyfriend, the one and only Dan Howell. You still find yourself staring at him sometimes, wondering how it happened. But, here you were, on a mild spring day, chatting over coffees. You always loved low-key dates like this. There was no pressure and the two of you just got to chill out and take a break from your crazy lives. You drink the last sip of your coffee.

“Well, I suppose we should go now. I have some shopping to do today.”

You say to Dan.

“Fabulous, I’ll come along!”

“No, really, I just need a few things. You should go home and get some work done.”

You look at him and see that stubborn look on his face. You know that face well by now and accept that you won’t be shopping alone.

“Yes Dan, I would love that.” You say with a sigh.

“Perfect! Shall we go?”

You stand up, link your arm through Dan’s, and walk out the door. The air was pleasantly warm and the skies were clear and blue. You always loved the springtime. Blue skies, green grass, flowers everywhere. Plus, you had met Dan on a spring day much like this almost a year ago. Days like these always reminded you of that moment.

As you walk around the city, you look at the other people walking by. You see groups of teenagers going out for a bit of shopping after school, mothers out with their children, people walking their dogs, and several young couples just like yourselves. Suddenly, you see a young girl who can’t be older than 7 crying on a bench.

You grab Dan’s shoulder.

“Dan, look. I think that kid might be lost. Should we help her?”

“Leave it to me.”

He walks up to her slowly and bends down to be the same height as her.

“Hey, are you lost? Where’s your mommy?”

The little girl sniffles and says,

“W-we were in the s-store and then I c-couldn’t see her anymore. I came h-here ‘cause I though she l-left but she’s not h-here!”

The girl starts wailing. Dan gives her a little smile and says,

“Can I help you find your mommy?”

The girl, still sobbing, nods. Dan stands up and offers her his hand. She takes it. Her hands are so tiny in his.

“Is it ok if my friend (y/n) helps us look too?”

She looks you over before nodding and reaching for your hand. You grab it and give it a little squeeze.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her in no time!” You reassure her while smiling. She returns your smile. “What’s your name, sweetie?”


“A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Sophie smiles shyly, but she seems to be warming up to you. You ask her for a description of her mother, and she gives it to you. You start by asking if anyone in the store had seen a woman matching Sophie’s description. Nobody in there could recall that they had, so you start asking people nearby the outside of the store. One person thought they saw someone who looked like that frantically running “over that way”. You thank them and head off in that direction. Before long, you hear a woman shouting,

“Sophie! Oh, Sophie, where are you??”

Sophie’s eyes get wide.

“That’s mommy!”

You run towards the voice. You go around a group of teens and almost run into a woman on the other side.



Sophie runs into her mothers arms. They hug for a while. Sophie’s mother picks her up and looks at you and Dan.

“You helped her?”

“Yes ma'am, we did. I’m Dan and this is my girlfriend (y/n). We were about to do some shopping when we saw Sophie crying and couldn’t ignore her.”

“Thank you so much, both of you. I don’t know how long it would have taken for me to find her without your help. I’m grateful to you!”

“It was our pleasure. Sophie is a lovely girl. We were glad to help her!” Dan says.

Sophie grabs her mother’s legs and shyly looks at you. You wave at her.

“It was nice meeting you, Sophie!”

She smiles, a real, big grin this time.

“Thanks for helping me find mommy!”

“You’re so welcome!”

Her mother smiles at both of you again.

“Thank you, again.”

Dan smiles at her. Sophie grabs her mother’s hand and you can hear her babbling about her little adventure as they walk away. You can’t get over how adorable she is.

“She was so cute! And you seemed to handle the situation pretty well, Daddy Dan.”

You smirk at him.

“Ok, first off, never call me that again. And yeah, I guess that went alright.”

“Alright? You knew just what to do to make her feel more comfortable. I’d say that was better than "alright”. You know, you’re going to be a great dad someday.“

Dan blushes and looks down.

"Well, what about you? She absolutely loved you! Although, I don’t see who wouldn’t love you.”

You laugh.

“Well, I guess we should get to that shopping, yeah?”

You smile at Dan and he smiles back at you.

“Let’s go. And, by the way, I think you’ll be a fantastic mother.”

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 13

Summary: You finally make it to Alexandria with Negan and the other Saviors.

Note: This is sorta short, because tgis Alexandria part may be kinda long so I figured I would break it up into different parts. Hope you guys enjoy!


“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” - Mary Wollstonecraft


You woke up the next morning to the early morning sun creeping into the window across from Negan’s bed. You let out a silent yawn as to not wake him up, it was some of the best sleep you had ever gotten.
You could really get used to sleeping in this room with him, but you knew better than to spoil yourself on the idea that this would be an ‘all the time’ thing.
But you put that out of your mind, for now.

You rolled over gently to look at the sleeping man next to you.
Negan was laying on his back with a hand behind his head and his other arm touching the side of your thigh.
You blushed.
At some point in the night he must have been sleeping with his hand on your ass, since you had slept on your stomach.
You bit your lip at the thought of it.

You looked at him as he slept.
He was so damn gorgeous.
His dark hair that usually stayed slicked back was now disheveled - some strands of hair laying in his face.
He looked so harmless and peaceful as he slept, his salt and pepper beard covering his perfect jawline and it was good to see this sift side of him; a sleeping Negan.
You could see his chest rising and lowering as he breathed slowly.

You wanted to get closer to him and curl up next to him, to feel his warmth. His skin against your skin, if only for a minute.
But you didn’t know how he would react to it.
Negan didn’t seem to be the type of man that wanted someone trying to cuddle him and be all lovey-dovey.
But you decided the risk was worth it, you slowly drug yourself closer to him, you were already pretty close, but you wanted to be even closer.
You wrapped the blanket around you and laid your head on his shoulder.
You were never the world’s most cuddly type of girl, but you could see yourself really enjoying it with someone like Negan. You felt his skin on your face, and you could faintly hear his heart beating in the silent room.

“Well good morning to you, too, darlin’.” Negan said in a raspy voice.

You looked up quickly to see him opening his eyes to look at you.
You could feel yourself beginning to blush, you had hoped he wouldn’t catch you trying to cuddle him while he was asleep, not knowing how he would react or if he would use it against your feelings for him at a later time.

“You were awake?” You asked, laying your head back on your own pillow.

He smirked, “Yeah, for fuckin’ most of it. Can’t get much past me, especially when you’re all up on me while I’m fuckin’ sleeping.”

You brushed your hair back, “Yeah, I was hoping I could steal some cuddle-type shit before you woke up.”

“Doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, doll. Even men like me enjoy some fuckin’ tenderness every now and then.” He said, still looking at you.

You bit a the insides of your cheeks, “I mean, you don’t seem like the kind of guy that cuddles. Besides, I’m not a huge cuddler myself, and I know that just because I got to spend the night here doesn’t mean I get to do it all the time.”

You took in a breathe and sat up on the bed, “No, I’m not too fuckin’ big into that type of thing; like I said, im not good with that emotional shit. But fuck, if a hot ass woman like yourself - fuck, my wife, no less-” he said pointing to you, “wants to lay up in bed with naked, with her fuckin’ body on me, I’m not gonna say fuckin’ no, darlin’. Besides, I wasn’t lying when I said you were my favorite. Good luck in seeing the other wives try to fuckin’ cuddle with me.” He chuckled and got up off the bed.

You smiled and bit your lip, “Well, that’s good enough for me, I guess.”

Negan rolled his eyes, “I think you’re getting fuckin’ spoiled, sweetheart.”

“Of course.” You said rolling your eyes at him, and shook your head.

“So fuckin’ disobidient.” He growled with a smile and grabbed the back of you head, pulling you towards him and he planted a hard kiss on your mouth.

Negan had an odd way of spoiling you. You were happier than you had been, but you also knew that absolute happiness would be him committing to only you. And you doubted that that would ever be a thing. But atleast he called you his favorite.

You both got out of bed and got dressed for the day.
You were heading back to Alexandria to get supplies that your old group owed Negan, and you still weren’t sure how to feel about seeing them again.

After you both got dressed Negan put on his leather jacket and grabbed Lucille off of the nearby desk and threw her over his shoulder.

“Oh fuck, before I forget.” He said suddenly, opening the drawer on one of the desks and pulled out the old rusty crowbar you usually carried around.
You had been wondering where it was, but figured it had gotten lost.

“Pretty sure this is fuckin’ is yours.” He smiled, handing it over to you.
You grabbed it and felt the cool iron on your hands.

“I had been looking for it. Thank you.” You said holding it out to look it over before propping it on your shoulder.

Negan smirked and licked his lips the way he usually did, “Jesus. I think you’re starting to fuckin’ turn into me, babydoll.”

You snorted in laughter, “Yeah, that doesn’t seem too far fetched. I did just kill a bitch with Lucille after all.”

He gave a wicked smile, “Yeah, and it was pretty fuckin’ hot to watch you work. Might as well name the fuckin’ crowbar.”

“And what would I name it?” You smirked, looking up at him.

He shrugged and gave you an almost sweet look, “I don’t know, think about it, babydoll. Either way, you’re gonna fuckin’ need it.”

“You’re not gonna kill anybody at Alexandria, are you?” You said nervously, chewing your lip.

Negan shook his head, “Not as long as they fuckin’ cooperate and do what the fuck I say. Other than that, everything will be goddamn peachy.”

You both made your way downstairs and out into the yard of the sanctuary.
No one had seen you since you had taken care of Amber and as soon as you and Negan hit the yard, everyone fell to their knees immediately.

Negan chuckled and looked over to you, “Looks like yesterday got their goddamn attention.” He said as you both continued to walk over to where his men were waiting to load up on a truck to head out.
As you passed by the spot where Amber had been laying, you could still see blood splattered on the ground.

“Fuck.” Negan said eyeing it and kicking dirt over it.

“What’s the point, they all know she’s dead.” You said in confusion, stopping behind him as he covered the bloody spot.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want a fuckin’ kid to come by and see the shit, plus it’s a bad fuckin’ look for the yard.” He answered back.

You made it over to a black delivery truck where Dwight was standing outside of it and had someone with him.
You couldn’t quite make him out at first, he was in a dirty looking jumpsuit with a yellow “A” painted across the chest as you got closer, you realized it was Daryl.
You glanced over to Negan, but he hadn’t paid you any attention.
You started to head over to Daryl, but Negan caught you by the arm before you could get closer, already knowing where you were going.
Daryl eyed you intensely, he had dirt all over his face and his hair hung in his eyes.

“Not a good fuckin’ idea, darlin’.” Negan said firmly.

“What’s wrong with me speaking to him?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You aren’t apart of the same goddamn group anymore. He’s still a fuckin’ enemy right now, until he follows the fuckin’ rules. ” Negan said, narrowing his eyes back at you in a ‘don’t fucking challenge me right now’ sort of way.
He leaned down closer to you, his grip still tight on your arm, “Besides, don’t wanna make me fuckin’ jealous and have Lucille have a talk with him, do you?” He whispered into your ear.

You got chills down your spine as he said that, but you didn’t want him to kill Daryl. You didn’t know Daryl well, but he had never done anything to you, so you didn’t want yourself to be the cause of his demise.
You nodded your head back to Negan in compliance.

“Good girl.” He said and let go of your arm as you both made your way to the truck.

“Let’s get this goddamn show on the fuckin’ road.” He called to his men, swinging Lucille around happily.

They all got into their designated vehicles and you hopped up into the black truck with Negan.
As you got in, you saw Dwight pushing Daryl towards the back of the truck to sit on the floor.
Daryl said nothing, he just sank down into the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest as Dwight took a seat across from him. You were now headed on your way to Alexandria and you had no idea what to expect.

The truck pulled up to a large gate that was covered, so you couldn’t see inside. You hadn’t spent a whole lot of time here when you were in Rick’s group, so the place was still fairly new to you.

“Alright, let’s get the fuck to work.” Negan said with excitement in his voice and he got out of the truck. You followed behind him as Dwight pushed Daryl out of the truck.
Negan whistled happily as he strolled up to the gate, you followed close behind him as he approached it.

“Dun-dun-dun-dun!” Negan sang out in a dramatic tone as he reached the metal gate, he raised Lucille and hit the metal with her before he called out, “Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

You stood with him, waiting for someone to come up and open the gate.

Negan looked over to you, “You ready for this shit?” He asked noticing that you seemed to be nervous.

You nodded back, “Ready as I’ll ever be,” then looked up to him, “Don’t worry.”

He nodded back placing his hand on your shoulder for reassurance, then dropping it back to his side as the cover of the gate was pulled back.
You could see Spencer standing there, looking to both of you confused.

“Well, what are you fuckin’ waiting for?” Negan said in an amused voice.

“Uhm, who are you?” Spencer asked in a smart ass tone of voice.

Negan chuckled, “Oh Jesus, you better be fuckin’ joking. Negan-” He pointed to himself, “ And Lucille” He then pointed at the bat propped on his leather clad shoulder, “I know I had to make a motherfuckin’ strong first impression and I’m sure you obviously know this cute little thing standing beside me.” He said moving his head in your direction and Spencer looked at you.

You could see Rick walking up to see what was going on, you watched him approach the gate carefully.

“Well, hello there.” Negan said happily, with a big grin spreading across his face.
Rick said nothing back as he stared Negan down and then looked over to see you.
His face had a grim expression on it as he looked at the both of you together.

“Do not fuckin’ make me have to fuckin’ ask you twice, Ricky.” Negan said with some anger beginning to rise up in his voice.

“You said a week and you’re early.” Rick said somberly as he opened the gate.

“What can I say? I fuckin’ missed ya.” Negan chuckled, shooting Rick a dangerous smile.

You could hear moans and strained growls, and you all looked backed to see a lone walker shuffling towards you.
You gripped your crowbar tightly and started for it.

“I’ve got it.” You said calmly to everyone and walked up a ways, holding the crowbar tightly and let the walker come to you.
You swung violently at it as the crowbar made contact with the deteriorating skull of the walker. It fell to the pavement with a THUD.

“Shit Rick, did you see that? That shit that my girl just did? That is some fuckin’ service! You almost turned us away at the damn gate and (Y/N) here, just takes care of one of the dead fucks that could have killed one of you-” Negan pointing to you with Lucille still looking at Rick and then he took a small bow, “That’s what we fuckin’ call: service.”

Rick kept his eyes on you, he was studying your face.
Your face was healing, but it was still pretty bruised up from the fight with Amber.

“Service?” Rick said in a raspy tone, “Is that what you call what happened to her face, too? Your handy work? Your service?”

Negan sucked his teeth and you could see him bite his tongue at Rick’s accusation that he had beaten you.
Negan chuckled, but not in a playful way like he usually did, “I never laid a fuckin’ hand on her. She had a little run in with some bitch at the sanctuary and (Y/N) took care of her with Lucille here.” He said holding up Lucille to Rick’s face, her barbed-wire only inches from his skin.

Negan licked his lips, “Yeah, that’s right. Both of my girls know how to fucking handle themselves. Not like some of the damn pussies around here.” He said looking back at Daryl who was standing with Dwight and the rest of the crew and then he shot a look back to Rick.

You could see Rick clench his jaw and Negan smiled again, and began to head inside the gates.

“Here Rick. Be a good fuckin’ host and take this.” Negan said thrusting Lucille into Rick’s hands.
Rick took her and just stood there silently, staring off in space as you all entered Alexandria as you wished.

Why was Negan letting Rick hold Lucille? It didn’t make sense to you at all, Rick could snap and try to attack him and if hay was to happen you’d have no choice but to fight back. You were loyal to Negan at this point and you would fight for him, just like he has done for you in the past.

Negan walked in, looking around and he outstretched his arms, looking around the town.
You couldn’t deny that it was beautiful out here.

Negan kept looking around, “Wow, look at this! This place is motherfucking cocksucking magnificent!”

You stood beside Negan as he threw an arm around your shoulder and you both turned to Rick as he approached you, “I do believe you are gonna have fuckin’ plenty to offer us, Rick.” He said, smiling widely at him.

“(Y/N), Daryl.” Rick said ignoring Negan as he was looking to you and Daryl.

“No.” Negan said in a stern tone, putting his hand up,
“Daryl is the fuckin’ help and you don’t talk to him or fuckin’ look at him, unless you want me to make you chop something off of him-” he said pointing over to Daryl, then Negan looked back to you and pulled you in closer to him as your face brushed against his leather jacket,
“And you especially don’t fuckin’ talk to her, and you or any other prick better not dare to look in her fuckin’ direction or this pleasant little meeting will turn in a different goddamn ball game.” Negan growled.

You let out a small smile.
It felt amazing to have him so protective and jealous over you, it made you feel like you were the most important thing at that moment and you relished in it.

Rick gave a small nod and your eyes met his and you nodded back to let him know you were fine.

Negan removed his arm from your shoulder and clapped his hands together, walking further into the town “Well, let’s get this shit started and see what kind of fuckin’ goodies you’ve got in the cupboard!”

“You said half the supplies.” Rick protested, turning towards Negan.

“Nope! Fuck no, you don’t decide what we fuckin’ take. I do.” Negan said as he walked towards Rick, making him back down from his presence.

You saw that Rick was still holding Lucille and you kept a firm eye on him, so if he dared to try anything you’d see it. You didnt want him to try anything, you really didnt wanna see anyone here die, because you knew they were good people and you didn’t come here wanting to hurt anyone. But if they started some shit, you definitely weren’t going to back down.

Negan smirked as Rick backed up from him.

“Get the fuck going!” Negan called out to his men.

They all began walking with guns in hand towards the houses to raid them.
Negan clapped happily as he watched them all move out and turned back to Rick when they were all gone.

“Are you gonna show us the fuck around or not, Ricky? You wanna be a good fuckin’ host, don’t you?” Negan smiled as he berated Rick.

Rick sniffed and held his head down, he looked back up and nodded and walked past Negan and you.
Negan whistled to you and you looked up and he was giving you the “Come hither” motion with his finger and you followed beside him.
He wanted you with him and that was more than you could have asked for, he had sent everyone else away, but wanted you by his side.