and i have to go back in a few hour

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!!!COMMISHES COMMISHES COMMISHEEEEESSSSS!!!
 
Hi
Just noticed I`ve run out of money and my customers from furaffinity doesn`t seem to be going to commish me right now
And as I only live on money that I earn from selling my art
I need to take some commishes
I don`t wanna go back to FA, hope someone will like to commish me here?O:
I don`t have a price list yet, as I don`t get commishes often
But my prices are:
1) For a cartoonish art
- Fullsize - 10$ 

Time of waiting - 40 minutes - 2 hours (yeah, I`m bad at cartoonish style, can`t just draw it from the first try)

2) For a black/white lineart (with traditiomal comic lines or crayon-textured lines)
- Headshot - 5$
- Bust - 10$
- ¾ body or fullbody - 20$

Time of waiting - from few minutes to 2 hours

3) For a flat-colored or rough-shaded art
- Headshot - 15$
- Bust - 25$
- ¾ body or fullbody - 40$

Time of waiting - from 2 to 6 hours

4) For a full-colored art (with or without thin lines, as you desire)
- Headshot - 25$
- Bust - 40$
- ¾ body or fullbody - 60$

Time of waiting - from 2-3 hours to 5 days

+ -50% discount for the second, third and other chatacters on the same pic
+ Backgrounds, both abstract and detailed are free! I`m not a professional in it but if you`ld like a background - I will do my best.
+ I`m trying to work fast. I have other important things to do, but I will never make you wait more than 5 days per a 1-character full-sized pic with the background
+ Almost always here to respond you (can only disappear on fridays and saturdays for the whole day)
+ Always showing WIPs, can keep remaking the picture a loy of times till you`ll be completely satisfied with what you see
+ I am completely OK with NSFW art which include nudity, sexual interaction (except rape scenes, these I can only draw as a !!!representation!!! in a comic or something like that, only showing it from a negative side, but never - as a fap material) or bloody battle scenes (I am OK with gore too, but I`, not wery good at this (but if you really want - I can try))
+ I draw humans and humanoids, anthros, ferals
+ I draw characters of any gender, not only traditional-looking cis girls and guys, but also feminine males and masculine females, trans-characters, intersexual characters, even characters with alternative reproductive systems, like futanari, characters with tentacles, and basically anything like that
+ I draw any body types (EXCEPT hyper-stuff, like hyper-fat, -muscles, -breasts, -asses, -dicks etc), I`m completely OK with both chubby, athletic, middle and skinny bodies of any types as long as they look natural

Spread this if you would like to support me!
Every single dollar really matters a lot in my country, so I`ll be happy to draw anything that my list can propose to you 

5

The Beatles having a pillow fight at The George V Hotel, Paris, c. 27th January 1964. 

“John Lennon said, ‘No, we’ll all look childish and silly.’ They all turned and said, ‘Yeah, that’s right. Yeah, yeah…’

“Paul’s sitting there, drinking a brandy. I stretch out on the settee. John slips away and comes up behind him and hits him with a pillow and that was it. Went on for about half an hour. […]

“What that picture meant was that I was coming to America, [and] that I was not going back.”

[Henry Benson, talking about how he proposed his famous pillow fight picture, a few days before The Beatles would go to the US and become overnight sensations. People, 1st December 2016]


Aren’t these the most adorable photos?!

Pics: Harry Benson. 

At the moment, there is nothing I crave more than to travel. And the desire to see the different parts of our planet actually causes me a physical pain in my chest
It doesn’t even has to be the world, just crossing a few borders around and seek for adventures would be enough.
I want to spend a late afternoon at Montmartre in Paris, with the sun rich and heavy, admiring the art of unknown artists and re-reading Patrick Süskind’s “Perfume”, sitting on the steps in front of Sacré-Cœur and taking in the sight of the city as a whole.
I want to go back to London to sit at Trafalgar Square and listen to the best street band I have ever seen, to spend hours and hours at Camden Market and find beautiful vinyls in old record stores.
Let me visit Amsterdam another time because my heart will never grow tired of this place with its canals that resemble a net of veins, pumping art through the whole city.
I want to spend more hours at the Van Gogh Museum, sitting in front of the Almond Blossoms and getting inspired.
But most of all, more than anything, I want be by the sea, breathing in the heavy scent of salty water and wet sand, reading crime novels and writing poetry, the infinity of the ocean reminding my that I am, in fact, free.
That somehow, my wish to travel and escape everything else will always work out in the end.
—  // in my native language, there is the bitter sweet word “Fernweh” which does not have an English translation but means something like “distance pain” and (metaphorically) describes that almost painful feeling in your chest when you think of all the places you want to visit or just generally feel the desire to travel
j.d.m.

37/100 Days of Productivity

My goal for this month was to get my sleep schedule back on track for school. I woke up at 6:30 today which counts as a success. This morning, I read for a few hours before work and bought some used textbooks. I looked really smart drinking my chai tea latte with a book in hand and two physics textbooks in front of me!

Anyways, I have another full day shift at work and then I’ll have a driving lesson later. School starts soon enough so I’m going to review my precalc and chem notes as well.

christmas cheer! ft. s.j.m characters

tog

aelin : ‘cuz baby all i want for christmas… is yooooouuu. dancing with fleetfloot. you thought it was rowan. no. she loves her dog. dressed up as mrs. claus. mean girls style. jingle bell rock it out. christmas is her calling. fenrys and connall are her back up dancers. 

rowan : rolled his eyes so many times, they’ve fallen out of his head a few hours ago. screams every time he hears a christmas song. “if oNE MORE PERSON SINGS-” “have a holly jolly christmas-” screeEAMS.

aedion : loves putting up christmas decorations with lysandra. makes eggnog and always spikes it. go to aedion to get drunk on christmas. somehow he even spiked the candy canes. knows how to have a good time. 

lysandra : sexiest elf alive. woah™ mama™ back it up over here. the whole nine yards. short green skirt, suspenders, elf ears, tight red blouse, all of the above. has little jingle bells on her hat. hands out candy canes to the children and tells stories. evangeline is her elf in training. 

dorian : rich enough to make santa’s workshop. for the children of course. he is still considered a child right? dressed up as rudolph the red nose reindeer. “if i see aelin on your back, i will end you, dorian” aelin was on his back five minutes later, swinging a sack around. run, dorian, run.

manon : rolling her eyes along with rowan. secretly enjoying it. she loves singing carols with the thirteen. they go door to door at night. low key™, don’t tell anyone, but manon loves christmas. 

chaol : he’s the one that’s thinking about how much mess he has to clean up on December 26. crossing his arms. brooding. could give lorcan a run for his money. aelin gets him in the christmas spirit.

nesryn : christmas? what is christmas? what kind of (white) trash™ northern holiday is this. all of you are so white i can’t stop laughing. santa? seriously? let me show y’all some good ole southern holidays.

fenrys : back up dancer 1. follows aelin everywhere. breaks out into dance randomly and loves it. male stripper elf™ put the ho ho ho in christmas. perfected the art of twerking and loves to eat christmas cookies.

asterin : “fenrys calm down or i swear to the Three-Faced Goddess-”. wears a tiny santa hat and some red and silver clothes. that’s it. don’t ask her to do more. low key™ is the lead singer when the Thirteen goes Christmas caroling. she has a reputation to uphold. 

lorcan : is the tree. who needs a tree when you have lorcan? put a couple tinsel and lights on his shirt and his arms and his legs. hang up some ornaments on his ears and shoulders. brooding™ so™ much™ it’s™ now™ his™ permanent™ face™ “oh cheer up” growling. 

elide : is the star to the lorcan’s tree. screamed when fenrys and connall lifted her up but started laughing when they set her on lorcan’s shoulders. they drowned the poor girl in golden glitter. “stop brooding. this is fun, lorcan”. lorcan did not stop brooding but he was happy elide was his star. 

connall : back up dancer 2. follows aelin around as well. little wolf pup that just needs love. he actually made the choreography. follows fenrys down to the kitchen to eat all the cookies. always has mistletoe for some reason?? 

vaughan : put the christ in christmas. calm down you heathens. i am ashamed to know any of you. this is not what christmas is all about. **holds up arms to make the cross** “heathens! heathens surround us!”

gavriel : mY SON. just wants to hang out with his son on christmas. probably the one that wrapped all the presents. dad™ uncle™. gotta keep his child and niece happy. low key drank a gallon of spiked eggnog.

acomaf : 

rhys : ‘twas the night before christmas and it was quiet through the house, until Santa Rhysand came in, and threw them all a party. 100% into Christmas ever since Feyre told him about it. decorated all of Velaris and the Night Court. dressing up as Santa from now on. “have you been naughty or nice?”

feyre : her birthday and christmas are so close. she loves it. so many presents. dressed in simple leggings and sweaters but was happy so see rhys being over dramatic. eats about 100 christmas cookies…per hour.

cassian : wants to kill rhys. how dare he make him dress up like a reindeer. a rein-illyrian. drinking spiked eggnog and pot cookies. wants to forget this night. stripper™ reindeer. somehow got a pole too. 

nesta : made everyone christmas cookies and brownies. made everyone matching sweaters. christmas is her favorite™. blasts the christmas music and dances with her sisters. 

azriel : ‘twas the night before christmas, and azriel disappeared into the shadows, he was not seen again, until the New Year. 

mor : somehow got access to the internet and found the mean girls jingle bell rock. made feyre, nesta, and amren dance with her. she rocked those jingle bells hard. fierce™ fabulous™ get it, mor, get it. very!drunk™

lucien : what is christmas? elain, why? i aM A MIGHTY FOX DONT YOU- put me in an ugly christmas sweater. this green looks horrid with my hair. o hm y go d it lights up. i hate christmas 

elain : having waaaay too much fun putting lucien in ugly christmas sweaters. dressed up as mrs. claus. it was a bit awkward during the family dinner, considering rhys and his santa get-up. but feyre and lucien really didn’t care enough to comment. 

amren : won’t stop rolling her eyes. it took her a while but she finally got into the christmas spirit. she got into like mid-Christmas day. amren was the one to wrap all the presents and she kept growling when everyone just rIPpEd them open. death to all™ 

tamlin : …

“Eating healthy is boring.”
I ate pumpkin pancakes with agave syrup for breakfast, had a chocolate blueberry protein shake with lunch & dinner was turkey chili with all the fixings. Even snuck in a Digestive biscuit or two with tea time.
“I hate working out.”
Last weekend I hiked 3 miles to a fresh water pond, swam for a half hour, hiked back and had brunch.
“Healthy food is expensive.”
You ever bought produce? They’re practically giving bananas away.

Moral of the story: fuck your excuses. I am 10x happier with my lifestyle now than I have been in over 2 decades and I have the results to prove it.

P.s. this is taken after going to London, eating everything in the entire city for a week, coming back and getting back into shape a few weeks later. YES, you are allowed to vacation.

Give Me Love, 2

Throne Of Glass High School AU

This is Part 2 of my High School AU. So many of you asked for a second part, so here you go! Let me know if you’d like a Part 3 :)

(I also changed Aelin from a freshman to a sophomore)

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

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So many things can happen in one night. Especially if that one night happens to be a party full of high schoolers.

Lives can change in just a few hours. Stupid decisions are made. Smart decisions are made. Some will be the talk of the town for weeks. Some will have to live with these decisions forever.

You can’t take it back. What you do, and what you say. When you’re a teenager, you feel on top of the world. You think you can do no wrong. You’re right, everyone’s wrong. You don’t think about how your choices will affect the rest of your life. You think you have forever.

But. So many things can happen in just one night…

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On Coming Out

Okay, I’m going to be unbearable, tacky, and profound. Please feel free to tune out. But I finally told my mom about my girlfriend two days ago, and she took two days to mull over the topic, and today we sat down and we finally spoke about me being into girls for the first time (she’s known for a while, but this was our first real conversation that took more than five minutes). Now I’m supposed to be asleep, because I have a flight back home in a few hours, but I’m too excited to sleep. So instead I’m going to be embarrassing and share Profound Thoughts about coming out.

I’m always really bitter when I see any media emphasising the importance of coming out. They make it sound as if being out was an end-all for us, and if you don’t come out, you are: living a lie, hurting your partner, showing you are ashamed of your partner, etc. I fucking hate shaming people for not coming out.

On the other hand: holy shit, being out is awesome. I’m out at work, I’m out to all my friends, I’m out to my mom. I love it. I kiss my girl in public, I make dumb gay jokes to my team at work, I tell my mom about how my gf is going to hate our new bread basket. It feels wonderful. In comparison, being closeted was a constant exercise in bitterness and vague anxiety. It was looking over my shoulder, it was feeling excluded from conversations, it was just so fucking uncomfortable. Now I get why some non-straight people idealise being out, and why they treat it like the ultimate goal. But there is a catch.

The thing about me is: I’m almost 30 years old. I moved countries, I’m renting a flat with my girlfriend, I’m financially independent. I live in a big, cosmopolitan city that doesn’t give a fuck. There is an LGBT support group in our local library, a gay bookshop just a bus ride away, not to mention other facilities. We have a large group of non-straight friends, both locally and all around the world. Of course I’m out. I’d be stupid not to be in these circumstances. Of course I don’t care when my bigoted relatives make homophobic jokes around me. No matter what they say, I’ll be a continent away from them in a few days, and anyway, I’m in this family and I like girls, fuck anyone who has a problem with that.

You know when I wasn’t out? A few years ago. When I was struggling with finding work, struggling with depression, and scared that if I came out to both my parents, my dad would make my health even worse with his insensitive comments. I wasn’t out when I’d just managed to find work, and I didn’t want to take risks. I wasn’t out when my girlfriend was far away in a different country, and I didn’t have the comfort of waking up next to her every day.

Coming out is great. 10/10 would recommend. But coming out isn’t what makes life good. What makes life good is finding yourself in circumstances in which you are able to come out safely. It’s either putting yourself in a place that you know will shield you from the backlash, or building yourself a state of mind in which other people’s bullshit doesn’t touch you. You can’t come out unless you feel safe, be it for external or internal reasons. Guilting non-straight kids into coming out is immoral, cruel, and stupid. Coming out is not a life-changing act of heroism. It is, it should be, a result of finding oneself in safe, healthy circumstances. That’s when it has the chance to feel as great as they make it sound in the movies.

Enough (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by bruciare-al-suolo

Originally posted by h--u-n-t-e-r

Anon requested: “Can I request an imagine.? Where the reader has mental issues and cuts, then joker flips out when he finds out.”

A/N: I don’t have a lot of experience in writing angsty stuff, so I tried to keep this short. I hope you guys like it XD

Warnings: Self-harm


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My Past // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Maybe going to have part two?

Requested by Anon

Enjoy:

(Y/n) nodded silently at her cousin, Scott. “You sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Scott asked, looking at her,“ I know you’ll be safe but you sure about this.”

“I’ll be fine,” (Y/n) whispered to the only male she trusted. “Okay, I’ll be back later,” Scott promised, walking out of the door. She let out a breath and locked the door.

She ran back to her room and hid under her covers, opening her laptop and started scrolling through Tumblr. After a few hours she had fallen asleep.

“(Y/n)?” She suddenly woke up to her named being called with a knock on the door. She rubbed her eyes and opened the door,“ Scott?” She came to her senses and looked at the people behind him. It consisted of Stiles, who she wasn’t afraid of, two girls (one with brown hair and one with strawberry blonde hair), and two other males. One of them was a buff older male and the other was a scarf wearing tall teen. She looked at the two males in fear and slammed the door on them.

“(Y/n),” Scott knocked again,“ Its okay Isaac and Derek won’t hurt you. Derek might look like a sour wolf but he’s nice?” Even (Y/n) knew that he was questioning himself. “But Isaac is amazing. I think you would get along with him,” Scott opened the door letting himself in. He shut and locked the door again.

“Hey,” he whispered to (Y/n) who was sitting silently in the far right corner of her room. She looked up at him and glared.

“Sorry I should have warned you that I was bringing people over,” he sat next to the (h/c) haired girl. “But anyway,” he continued,“ Isaac is kinda like you. He was abused by his dad and locked in a freezer.” “…” (Y/n) stayed silent for a bit before whispering,“ Isaac… Is he okay?”

“What do you mean?” The girl’s cousin asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. She looked down at her hands sadly.

“I’m asking if he’s okay. No one ever asked me if I was okay,” she looked at the door where Isaac was,“ I want to make sure he’s okay. Because no one asks if we’re okay,” she stood up.

She slowly walked to the door, opening it. She wrapped her arms around Isaac’s neck, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He stood still in confusion before slowly hugging her back. “Are you okay?” (Y/n) whispered.

“I’m fine,” he whispered back while looking at the people around him. “Okay break it up,” Stiles pushed Isaac away from (Y/n), ruining the little moment. “Stiles,” She whispered, hugging him. “Okay okay I know I’m your favorite person but there’s other people here too,” he reminded her.

The (h/c) haired girl looked at the others and smiled softly,“ I’m (Y/n) nice to meet you guys.” Lydia squealed, hugging the girl,“ You’re so adorable!”

“Thank you?” (Y/n) muttered, confused at the affection that she was getting. “Lydia let go of the poor girl, she needs to breath,” Allison pulled Lydia away from (Y/n).

“Hey, I’m Allison,” The dark haired girl smiled. Lydia elbowed Derek. He glared at her before looking softly at (Y/n). “Um I’m Derek, Derek Hale,” he held out his hand,“ Nice to meet you…”

(Y/n) smiled at them, they probably knew about her past but they had accepted her. They’re her family.

And (Y/n) knew, she was going to protect them no matter what.

Carry On Countdown -Fifth Year

This is the first writing I’ve ever posted online and I’m sorry it’s shit, there are better things to come!

Written from Baz’s pov, basically just pining oops

This is getting ridiculous. It’s 3am. In the past four nights I’ve had less than twenty hours sleep combined. I close my eyes for the millionth time, knowing full well that they’ll have opened again within the the next minute.

It’s not like I’m trying not to sleep -quite the opposite. I just can’t stop thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months, but it’s never got this bad before. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried going for walks once Simon’s fallen asleep, but that only makes me think more and I end up wandering across the whole site, aimlessly, for hours on end and come back no less weary but a hell of a lot colder. I’ve tried listening to classical music through earbuds. I’ve even managed to blag some chamomile tea from the kitchen, but it didn’t help. It just tastes faintly like piss.

Simon rolls over in his sleep and I let out a sigh. How can he sleep so easily? How can he do everything so easily? His whole life is just one big long walk in the park. He doesn’t agonise over homework, he’s in a happy relationship, he hardly even does a thing between getting out of bed and going down to breakfast -just brushes a hand through his hair and he’s good to go.

I’d brush my hand through his hair.

Wait. What. No. It’s 3am. I’m knackered. I don’t know where that came from. I roll over, blushing despite the fact that no one could know I’d thought that. I’m now facing the window. It’s open, of course, and I realise suddenly that I’m absolutely freezing. Bloody Snow and his stupid.. stupid… argh. I don’t even know what I’m trying to think. I get up to close it, a little too quickly, and stumble slightly on my way across. It takes two attempts for it to actually shut, the rotten wood swollen bigger than its frame. I am forceful the second time round, and it slams loudly, the metal catch rattling against the glass. Snow stirs and I worry that I have woken him, before I realise that I don’t actually care. Why shouldn’t he wake up? He left it open to begin with. Stupid. And that stupid hair.

I lay on my back for a while and think about nothing. Well, I probably was thinking about something, but it wasn’t significant. I trace patterns on the sheet instead, my finger joining up creases like those dot-to-dot things I remember doing as a child. Like little constellations, I think. Like Simon’s freckles. The ones on his back are spread out enough to do an actual dot-to-dot. Spread out enough to be actual constellations.

What the fuck? I’m thinking about Simon’s moles. That’s like, the third time I’ve thought about him tonight. Then I try and remember, and I decide it’s probably actually more than three times… Does this count? Does thinking about thinking about Simon count as thinking about Simon? I laugh suddenly and unexpectedly, a sort of choke, and bury my face in my duvet so as not to wake Simon. There we go again, I think. Of course Snow doesn’t wake. He never does. Never has. All these five years of me banging around doing whatever I’ve been doing and he just snuffles through it, only turning occasionally, or flickering his eyelids.

I almost wish he would wake up. Dev tells me about how when he stays with his cousins they don’t really talk much, but they all share a room at night. He says once it passes about 2am, different rules apply. They talk about everything, he says, stuff you would never dream of telling anyone when you’re fully awake. I’ve never had a sleepover that wasn’t with him or Niall, and we did have deep conversations but I don’t think that really counts because we’re already close. I don’t need to be half asleep to talk to him. But then I start thinking. Do I? Do I tell him stuff? Real stuff? I complain about how fucked up my family is and what Snow’s up to, and, sure, when we have sleepovers we talk about stuff. Girls. We’ve talked about girls. Is that what he means? Girls? Because that’s where my problem lies. I’ve spoken to Dev about girls. Girls. Not about boys.

Would I talk to Simon about boys? If we were both tired and we reached the magical 2am and forgot our feuds, would I talk to him? It’s hard to imagine. The forgetting feuds part. I look at him. His head is laying in a pool of moonlight on his pillow and he looks like a hand tailored mannequin. Nobody is this flawless naturally: his skin looks like pearl, his hair like silk, and his features ethereal. ‘Snow.’ It’s suits him, as a name. Fun and childish and exciting, but also.. stunningly beautiful.

What the fuck, Baz. Shut up. Simon Snow isn’t fucking beautiful.

But he is. You can say that. It’s fine to be able to appreciate beauty. Dev is quite good looking.

Now you’re being stupid. Dev is not good looking.

No, Dev is good looking. He’s just not Simon Snow.

“Mmh.”
My knuckles whiten as my grip on the duvet tightens. I loosen them. It’s just Snow. He’s still sleeping. Fucker.

There is silence again. I imagine shaking him awake. How is it fair that he is so asleep and I am so not? I need it more than him; he doesn’t have to worry about how well he does in lessons because he’s not battling for top against that stupid Bunce friend of his. I imagine shaking him awake and pinning him against the wall. I’m shouting at him, I don’t know what but I’m shouting something. I’m angry and I’m I’m holding Simon Snow against a wall and shouting at him and my spit is flying into his face. I’m furious and he’s not doing anything to stop me. He’s just hanging there limply and letting me do what I’m doing. He’s in my hands. I have control.

And then I stop. I look at his face, scrunched up, little flecks my my saliva mingled with freckles.

I brush them from his cheek with my thumb.

He’s staring at me. His eyes are the most penetrative ice blue I’ve ever seen. I’m staring into his eyes and I’m shivering and my thumb is still on his cheek. And suddenly his eyes are closing. His eyes are closing and his head is tilting and it’s moving towards me. Simon Snow is… going to kiss me?

“M-Bazz..” I jolt my eyes open. Simon fucking Snow is laying in his bed, as asleep as he’s ever been. I glower at him. He murmurs my name again and I nearly throw the lamp at his head.

All. I. Want. Is. To. Go. To. Sleep. You. Stupid. Fucking. Dick.

I roll over determinedly. When I close my eyes again Simon Snow does not have time to kiss me because I am banging his head against the wall. Those stupid fucking eyes flash at me. They look hurt.

Good, I think. And I throw the lamp.

Responsibilities

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Words: 973

A/N: As promised, part four in the ‘How To Love’ series. I really hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if you want a part five! Send in what you want to discuss about it, your comments, or if you want another part! Enjoy~ 

Part One – Part Two – Part Three

The next couple hours were spent with Dean pacing the room back and forth as he called and recalled different police departments and local news stations. It seemed surreal having to restart the entire case, as if from scratch. You looked over from the kitchen at Sam, still seated with his eyes glued to the laptop screen.

“I got an address!” Dean exclaimed as he shut his phone.

You exhaled and put down the beer you were about to open. “Let’s go.”

Next thing you knew, all you could see was asphalt. Dean sped down a few back roads that Sam said would lead to the witnesses’ home much faster than the local highway.

“Her name is Yafa Asher,” Dean began to say as he pulled up beside her driveway, “Last night, she said she was passing by the woods, when she saw something she claims wasn’t human. Three hours later, two murders were reported.”

You sighed, for some reason you felt partly responsible for those lives. Perhaps, had you let the brothers help execute the previously discussed plan, none of this would have happened.

When the brothers realized that you were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t responded to whatever question it was that they asked, Dean said: “It’s not your fault.” As if he could read your mind.

You held his gaze for a few seconds before opening the door and ducking out of your seat, your hand gripping the door tightly before you slammed it shut.

Dean’s eyes wandered over you as he walked to the front of the house, a few steps behind you. As you approached the witnesses’ door, your regret turned to anger, and you lifted your chin while straightening your back; something that Dean noticed immediately.

“Take it easy.” His hand met your back lightly, a type of contact you weren’t used to from him, and you exhaled.

“Not tonight.” You replied with three curt knocks to her door.

As it swung open, a young woman revealed herself. You noticed how her black curls bounced beautifully as she moved.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

Sam stepped forward, “We spoke on the phone earlier, I’m Agent Smith,” then he motioned towards you and Dean, “And these are my partners, Agent Jones and Fletcher.”

“Oh.” The woman said and began to step back to let the three of you in. As you looked at her, you saw that she couldn’t have been over thirty. You noticed how she shut the door rather quickly, and then utilized all four of the locks that she had on it.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” She offered, motioning loosely to the kitchen.

“No, thanks.” Dean said politely and took a seat on her couch. You sat next to him, while Sam opted for the small armchair on the other side.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” She sat down looked down at the carpet. “I mean, I told the police and they just didn’t believe me.” When she looked back up, her worried eyes met yours. The woman was understandably shaken.

You gave her a tight smile, “We’ve seen some ugly things out there, and we just want to help. Would you be able to recall exactly what you saw?”

She inhaled and began to describe what a wendigo looks like, perfectly. The brothers looked at each other and sighed.

“This…thing,” You referred to it as she did, “Was by the woods?”

“Yeah.” She took out her smartphone and opened up something. “Here.” She handed you her phone with a map of the area displayed brightly on the screen. “I don’t know how I was the only one who saw it.” She continued. “There are usually people in that area.”

“Other people may have seen it, but not spoken up.” Sam grabbed her attention, “We’re glad that you did.”

She nodded in silent agreement, then took the phone back from you. “So, you believe me?”

Dean gave her a soft smile, the same smile you were so used to seeing, yet every time it still warmed your heart.

“We do.” He said. “And, the second we take care of it, we’ll call to let you know.”

“Thank you all so much.” She smiled, her berry stained lips curling up at the edges. A dimple formed itself in her tanned skin.

For some reason her eyes remained glued to Dean’s, and for the first time you felt a pang of jealousy that someone else took a liking to him. Before he told you how he felt, you never envisioned yourself with him. Now, with both of your feelings for each other just swimming at the surface, jealousy overtook you. Plus, it wasn’t helping that she was absolutely beautiful.

“Alright, well that’s all.” You stood up and began walking to her front door.

“Thank you.” She responded and opened the four locks, one by one. “Oh,” She walked over to a small side table and wrote something down on a notepad, “Here’s my number so that you can contact me again.”

Her hand was outstretched, aiming for Dean to take it.

He took it from her hand and let himself out of the door while Sam thanked her once again for talking to the three of you. You followed close behind the boys.

When Dean strayed from the path of the car, you watched his movement. He crumpled up the paper with her number on it, and tossed it in the garbage receptacle by the curb.

He must have been thinking of you when he did it, because as he opened the driver’s door of the car his eyes locked on yours.

He didn’t know that you were awake when he told you he’d fix what he had done, but you knew now, that he meant it.

Part Five?

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 21

Summary: You and Negan seem to be back to square one, but bigger problems come to you when you go out on a run with Arat.

Warnings: Things are about to start taking a violent turn, and some material may get darker. If this could be triggering for you, read with caution.

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“But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison

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When morning finally came, you were already up, having only gotten a few hours of sleep here and there, you were exhausted.
But deciding you didn’t want to lay in bed anymore, you got up and got dressed, collecting your gear and sliding on your boots on before exiting the room.

You still felt pretty shitty from what had transpired the night before, you were determined to not let it overtake you.
you were never the type to wallow in your own misery and you didn’t plan on starting now.

As you left you glanced over to Negan’s door.
It was closed, as it usually was, but it crossed your mind whether he was inside or not.
It even crossed your mind to just walk in, but of course you didnt.
Hell, you wouldn’t even know what the next move would be if you were to go in.
You shook your head at the thought and headed downstairs to start the day.

As you made your way into the yard, you could tell that some of the Saviors were getting ready to go out on a run, they had brought some of the trucks around and were waiting at the gates for further instruction.
You walked up to everyone, you wanted to go, getting out of here for a while is exactly what you needed.

There was a firm tap on your shoulder from behind and you turned quickly with a less than cheerful expression across your face.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you.” You heard Arat say as she stood behind you.

The smile she had on her face faded as she saw you.

Your hard expression softened as you saw that it was only her, “Sorry, Arat. I thought you were someone else.”

You nodded, “Trouble in paradise, huh?”

“I think you mean the seven circles of hell.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

She snickered at your wisecrack and shook her head, “God, you sound like him.”

You shrugged your shoulders.
Maybe you were more like Negan than you realized, but you didn’t see why it mattered and frankly, you didn’t care.

“What are you doing today?” You asked, wanting to change the subject from him.

Arat began walking over to one of the trucks and you followed beside her.

“I’ll probably go out and just check out surrounding areas, maybe pick up a few small things if it’s worth bringing back.” She answered.

“Do you mind having some company?” You asked, almost desperately.

You really wanted to get out for the day.

She looked over to you, seeing the look in your eyes and nodded, “Sure. I don’t mind it, I can tell you need it.”

“You have no idea.” You breathed.

You hoped to make it out of the compound without seeing Negan, but of course that wasn’t possible.
He was already out walking around, looking over everyone, giving them one reason to make him angry today.
You could tell he was still pissed.
The scowl on his face looked like it was set in stone.
The only time it looked like it softened a bit was when you saw Sherry walk up to him, they whispered something to eachother and you already knew what it was probably about and you didn’t wanna think about it.
But you did think about how accurate your aim would be from across the yard if you decided to shoot just her, you shook your head at that thought, too.

It seemed like you really were like Negan after all.

You tried to pretend like you didn’t see it when he leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her ass.

“He’s just trying to rattle your cage.” Arat said as she noticed you staring.

You were glad she interrupted you, because time she did, Negan looked over to the both of you with a smug grin spreading across his face as he walked toward the both of you, you turned your head away from his gaze.

“What’s the word, Arat?” He said in his deep tone as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.

He barely looked at you, but ocassionally glanced in your direction without a whole lot of interest.

“I’m going to check the surrounding areas, the usual stuff. And bring back anything useful.” She said plainly as she stood in front of him, like a solider waiting for orders.

He nodded, “Cool. Get the the fuck to it.”

Negan took a few steps to stand in front of you and you looked at him through the corner of your eye, not wanting to fully look at him.
Negan noticed Arat was still there and shook his head.

“Do you need a goddamn invitation to leave, Arat? This isn’t Sunday afternoon at the fuckin’ country club.” He snapped at her.

“No. No, sir, but (Y/N) was gonna-”

“She’s gonna fuckin’ go with you, huh?” He cut in.

She nodded back.

“Well, I’m gonna need to have a fuckin’ talk with her, because this is the fuckin’ first I’ve heard of it.” He said with an annoying smile.

You didn’t think that it was that he really cared, he just needed another way to control you.

You looked over to Arat and gave her a slow nod, she walked away quickly over to the group of men who were all waiting for their own orders.

“So what? You’re fuckin’ going out without me now, babydoll?” He said in a demeaning tone.

“Why does it matter to you? I mean, really?” You said, getting frustrated with him.

He sucked his teeth and his expression hardened again, “It fuckin’ doesn’t. Go ahead and make yourself goddamn useful, my lovely-fuckin-wife.”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to make a scene out in front of everyone, “Don’t worry, I will. So, stay here with Sherry.” You said cutting your eyes to the building.

Negan cleared his throat calmly and before you could say anything else he had you pinned against the stone wall of the storage building, his pupils burning into yours.

“Darlin’, who in the actual fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He growled back into your ear.

“I’m talking to you.. Daddy.” You snapped back in a smart tone as you put emphasis on the word “Daddy”.

He pulled his head back to stare at you, but his expression was calm and that’s when Negan scared you, when he reached the point of anger to where his expression turned into a calm one.

He made an “o” shape with his lips.

“Jesus.. Nothing fuckin’ scares you anymore, does it?” He said as if he was almost impressed with you.

“No. Some things still do.” You said looking from him, to Lucille, then back to him.

He chuckled softly as he leaned up a bit, “Scared of me fuckin’ hurting you, doll?”

“In more ways than one.” You said bluntly, turnimg from him.

He grabbed your face and turned it to meet his eyes.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, babydoll. You don’t wanna be disrespectful, do you?” He growled sternly.

“No.” You said in a dull tone, keeping eye contact with him this time.

“You think I’d hurt you?” He asked, loosening his grip on your face.

“I don’t know, maybe you could.” You answered back, his eyes burning into yours.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said in a firm tone.

“But you already fucking have.” You clenched your jaw tightly.

“Then go out with Arat if that’s what you fuckin’ want.” He said motioning over his head to Arat as she stood across the yard, waiting on you, “Clear your goddamn head.”

“I plan to.” You said back angrily.

He smirked at your expression of anger, now he was beginning to get really frustrated with your attitude and apparent “lack of respect”.

He licked his lips and leaned down to you, “Good. And maybe.. When you get back, I’ll let you do my fuckin’ laundry, darlin’.”

Your blood began to boil and the adrenaline started as the words escaped his lips, you fists were in a tight ball as you tried to compose yourself, and in that moment, you understood why Olivia had lost her cool and slapped him.
It took every ounce of strength to control yourself and not slap him in the same way she had, especially with Lucille propped on his fucking shoulder.

You took in a deep breathe closing your eyes and moved away from him before turning back around to face him.
He stood there, grinning smugly seeing at how much he really got to you.

“Of course, Negan. I mean, it’s your world after all, right? We’re all just fucking living in it.” You said with a fake smile, but with a growl in your tone.

You walked off slowly, not even bothering to glance back at him.

You met back up with Arat and you both headed off out into the world, leaving the sanctuary behind.

But of course you wanted to come back, you just needed to get away, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
You just needed to regain some dignity before Negan berated you even more over stupid shit to rip it away from you.

You had went out atleast a mile from the sanctuary, all while passing by abandoned buildings and a few walkers here and there.

Once the car finally came to a stop, you and Arat both exited it, preparing your weapons just in case of trouble and started walking down the long stretch of road to scavenge in a building that she spotted up ahead.
It was one that hadn’t been looted by the Saviors yet.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Negan?” She asked curiously.

You sighed, not really wanting to talk about it, but knew that talking about it was what needed to be done.

“Well, I told him I loved him last night, I just blurted the shit out and that turned out to be a fucking mistake on my part.” You said rolling your eyes.

You looked around to the woods covering the entire surrounding area and an eerie feeling crept into you, but you ignored it as best you could.

Arat shook her head, “Yeah, kinda figured that would happen if he found out.”

“I can see why you didn’t become a wife.” You shook your head.

Arat scoffed, “I didn’t take him up on it, because I don’t need him to take care of me. Especially when you add the fact that I’d be more inclined to take a run at you than him.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, sort of confused.

She shifted her eyes to you and rolled them, “I’m gay, if you want me to be blunt.”

You nodded and turned your head back to the road, “You’re lucky then. Atleast you’re not head over heels for someone who doesn’t give a shit.”

“I think Negan gives a shit, (Y/N). But he’s a man, you know how some men are. He’s isn’t a romantic that’s for sure. But what can you expect nowadays?”

“Yeah, I know. It just fucking sucks, I have no idea how he truly feels.”

Arat shook her head and laughed, “If you haven’t noticed, the world we live in now fucking sucks. Honestly, fuck feeling emotions, they don’t hold any use in this world. They just complicate things and get people killed.”

You nodded back in agreeance with her, but not really wanting to talk about any of this anymore.

“I’ve tried turning them off, Arat.” You said plainly.

“Look, If you want my opinion, you and him were made for eachother.” She turning her head to you.

“How do you figure that?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see.. You’re both stubborn, prideful and homicidal. So, that’s a fucking start and not to mention, severely jealous.” She said, giving you a serious look.

You smirked back and nodded, “Mm, sounds like my kinda date. The jealousy on my part doesn’t matter though, the other wives are still there.”

“Well, it’s like I said - fuck emotions - there’s no place for them in this world.”

“Easier said than done.” You said back calmy.

You both looked at eachother for a moment before dropping your eyes and continued walking in silence.

But that eerie feeling kept creeping up on you and Arat must have began to get some sort of feeling as well as you both slowed your pace.
You looked over to the woods to hear cracking nosies, like dry branches being stepped on.

You looked back to Arat and she gave you a nod as she pulled out a gun and you pulled yours out too.

You slowly walked to the source of the sound.
Your hands outstretched, ready to shoot.
The woods were dense and it was hard to see exactly where the source of the sound was coming from, but it got louder and just as you were about to go in deeper a horde of walkers came up.

You both backed up quickly.

“Shit. We need to take them out quietly.” Arat said in panic as she put away the gun and took a knife out.

“You can’t fucking kill them all with a knife.” You said urgently.

“I can atleast try.” She said in a determined voice.

She ran up to one of them, stabbing it in the skull and it fell to the ground with a loud THUD.

You kept your gun out and and held it up firmly, aiming at the heads of the corpses advancing towards you.
Arat stabbed another two, but there was no way she could do it all herself, that was made clear when one of them suddenly caught her by the side, trying to drag her to the ground.

“Arat!” You screamed, running towards her.

She yelped in fear as she tried stabbing at it and during a moment of struggle, she finally making contact with the knife as it collapsed ontop of her, pinning her to the ground.

You couldn’t wait, so you began shooting at the walkers immediately, hitting some of them perfectly and missing others.

Suddenly there was a barrage of gunshots that wasn’t yours or hers, hitting the corpses making them fall like dominoes one after the other.

“Jesus.” You growled to yourself as you dropped to the ground where she was, pushing the dead one off of her, and grabbing ahold of her shoulder and you both receded to cover behind an abandoned vehicle.

The shots went on for a few more seconds as all of the walkers now laid on the ground unmoving.
You both breathed heavily and looked around, trying to find the source of the shots.

“What the fuck was that?” She said in a low, but fierce tone.

You shook your head frantically, “I don’t know. No fucking clue..” You trailed off as you peeked over the abandoned car you had sought safety behind.

You both sat there for a minute more, not wanting to move out of fear of being shot.
But you both began to crawl out and as you did you were met at gunpoint by atleast 20 or so men.

“Ladies.” One of the men said, holding a machine gun to your head.

He had short, dirty blonde hair and a beard.

You both dropped your heads and knew that this was the worst possible position to be in right now.
The crowd of men parted and you looked up to see another man approaching.

It wasn’t until he was in front of you that you recognized that it was Randy.

“Shit, never thought I’d see you two again.” He said as he smiled at both of you.

You dropped your head again and let out a sigh, trying your best to creep your hand up to your gun.

Afyer seconds of a quick debate within yourself, you tried to go for it, but before you could even get it out of the holster your arms were taken and you were being subdued by Randy’s men.
They slammed you up against the car holding you back and they got Arat too, taking her weapons.

Randy came up to you as he handed his gun over to one of the other men, “I was hoping I’d see you though. Are you still mad about what happened?”

“Fuck you.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him.

He nodded, “Apparently so. I should probably be the one that should be pissed though. You did kill my girlfriend.”

“You fucking attacked me. Both of you did. You should have stayed around, you could be with her now.”

“Now why would I do that? How would I take over Negan’s place every if I was dead?” He said with a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“You’re not taking over.” You growled back.

“I will when he’s dead.” He laughed.

That made you snap and as quickly as he had said it, you spat in his face, licking your lips, smiling after you did.

Randy’s face changed as he wiped it, then looked back to you, “You goddamn bitch.”

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you to the ground, giving you a swift kick, but it didn’t phase you, you tried your best to fight him back.

“She’s a fucking crazy one fellas. I think I’ll keep her for a while. Load her up, she’ll come with us.” He said calmly, as he rolled his shoulders.

“No!” Arat bellowed as she tried to fight her way out of the arms of the other men.

“What about this one?” Another man called out as he smiled, holding Arat back.

Randy took his gun back and without warning, let out a shot and it hit
Arat. She let out a pained grunt as she slid to the ground.

She had gotten hit somewhere in the chest.

You tried lunging out at Randy, cursing and crying as you did, trying to get ahold of him, you wanted to kill him more than ever.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled out as the rage coursed through you violently.

The men pulled you up before you could accomplish anything though, and no matter how much you fought, they were stronger than you.
All you could do is look back to Arat’s body as you were being drug away, with no idea where you were going to be taken, or if you were going to come back out alive.

Next thing you knew, you were handcuffed and thrown into the back of a van, you jerked your hands violently against the metal cuffs, tying your best to slip out of them.
You felt the dig in your skin as they began to cut into your flesh from pulling so hard, one of the men noticed and pushed you back into the side of the van wall, keeping an eye on you.

“The more you fight the worse it’s gonna be on you, bitch.” He growled as he pulled out a cigarette to light it.

You leaned back against the wall, knowing that there was nothing else you could do at that moment, you had to sit there as you were being taken away to who knows where.

You were stuck here with these fucking people and right now, you just wanted to be with Negan, atleast that way you’d be safe.
You should have never left that morning.

And with the way it was looking now, you weren’t going to see him again, and you might not even make it out alive if Randy decided to kill you.
There was no way you could defend yourself against his small army.

After a while, everything finally came to a stop as the man who was sitting in the back of the van finally opened up the back doors and hopped out, only to reach back in to drag you out of the truck, not even giving you a chance to get to your feet and with your hands cuffed you fell to the ground outside as he yanked you out.

“C'mon, keep the fuck up!” He said in a smart tone.

“You know that I fucking cant.” You growled back as you tried to get to your feet.

He grabbed you by the face suddenly and you tried pulling back, he looked you in the eye and you kept trying to pull back.
It reminded you too much of the way Negan would grab you when you caught an attitude and it was only okay when Negan didn’t it.

“Get your hands off me.” You growled.

“You got quite a damn mouth on you. I could think of a couple ways to fix it.” He said digging his hands into your cheeks.

You tried pulling back even harder from him.

Before anything else could happen, Randy appeared from around the van, he gave a loud whistle and the man immediately dropped your face from his grip.

“That’s enough, Mark.” Randy said, eyeing him intensely.

You glared back at Randy.

“But she’s being a bitch.” The man name Mark protested.

“So? Most females are.” Randy said, putting his hand on Mark’s shoulder to shoo him away from you.

He rolled his eyes and walked away before disappearing with everyone else.
Randy grabbed ahold of your cuffs and started to lead you to a small building.

It looked like you were at an old warehouse, it wasn’t very big, so that made you think maybe he didn’t have that many people behind him, which was good if it was the truth.

There was silence as he led you into a small shed like building next to the warehouse.

It was dark and had no windows.

He flipped a switched to turn on the lights inside.
There were bare stone walls on the inside and tile on the floor, he pushed you inside as he closed the door behind him, and leaned back against it.

You took in a breathe, “When are you gonna kill me?”

He snorted and shook his head, “Not right now, that’s for sure. What’s the point in outright killing you without making you suffer a little?”

You clenched your jaw and dropped your head, “How long have you been planning it?”

“Well, kidnapping you wasn’t the fucking plan, that’s for sure. I just wanted to outright attack the sanctuary, but I needed manpower for that.”

“Alexandria.” You said calmly.

“Yep. But I ended up just trading some guns with this weird fucker that was there. But how do you know about it?”

“Because I know.” You said plainly.

“And how the fuck do you know?”

You gave him an evil smile, “Because Negan and I killed off your old group. Vernon is the only one left and he’s suffering too, we kept him alive.”

“Too bad, but it really doesn’t make a difference now. I have you and once your ‘husband’ starts looking for you, I’ll have something to threaten him with: you.” He smiled, squinting his eyes to you.

“And what the fuck makes you think Negan would go for that?” You growled, balling your fists up in the cuffs.

Randy prowled over to you slowly, you back yourself into the wall as he got closer.

He put his face down next to yours and you turned away.

“Because (Y/N), you know Negan can’t stand to see someone else having playtime with one of his bitches.” He said moving a strand of hair from your face.

You snapped and head butted him as hard as you could, making him stumble back as he held onto his head, but caught himself before he fell.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of you, you fucking cunt!” He shouted venomously as he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you down into the ground.

You kicked at him as hard as you could, but we’re restricted greatly since you hands were still unusable.

He held onto your throat and squeezed.

“Stop, or I swear to God I’ll choke the fucking life out of you right here, right now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he pressed harder into your throat.

It reminded you of the first time he had tried to kill you with Amber, he had nearly choked you to death then, and with great protest, you decided to calm yourself and stop fighting back.

You laid there and panted as you looked up at him dangerously, wanting so desperately to be free and get your hands around his throat, wanting to choke him until you saw the light leave his eyes.

He brushed his hair back angrily as he stood up, his face was dripping sweat at the struggle you were putting up.

“Maybe you need some solitary. I was gonna be nice and take the cuffs off, but you can keep them on now.. Fucking bitch.” He said in a sharp tone as he opened the door to the outside and slammed it hard as he left.

You could hear him lock it from the outside as you slide yourself up against the wall and curled into the fetal postion.

Tears were trying to well up in your eyes and as much as you wanted to cry, you didnt.
You knew that now more than ever you had to stay strong if you were going to survive this.
Arat said there was no room for emotions and she was right.
You had to put all of that behind now and focus on surviving and how you could possibly get the hell out of here, or either die trying.

Either way, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to let Randy win.
And no matter what Negan had done or said, you were still loyal to him and you knew you’d die before you let Randy have a shot at him.

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chapter 6

Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft Jinyoung

Word Count: 1745

Warnings: none 

note: just nine more days until christmas break for me. (YES) it’s super cold outside everyone (or in canada it is) please take care and bundle up. that’s all i really have to say other than thank you! happy reading and take care everyone!


A few days past as my health got better. In a matter of four days, I began to go back to work as a design student, hoping to make the money that I so desperately needed. So, I worked late hours trying to finish up the designs or do any extra work that earned me money. Sometimes, I would come home to find Jaebum locked in his room and ignoring me completely. Other times, he would come home late from work and not say a word to me. Jinyoung, on the other hand, came to visit me everyday to help me with my issues. To be honest, Jinyoung has helped me so much in times like this, I felt bad for not giving anything in return.

“Jinyoung please, at least let me do something for you.” I pleaded him as I watched Jinyoung slightly smile behind his coffee cup. We were sat at a little cafe for lunch since I convinced Jinyoung to leave his meeting to come spend time with me. And there he was, handsomely vibrating with a white button up t-shirt.

“I could list a few things you could do for me but, we need to be in a private place for that to happen.” Jinyoung chuckled as he leaned back on his chair, the sun shining down on his perfect face.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, “I mean other things, Jinyoung. Anything else besides that.”

“Let’s eat dinner then.” Jinyoung beamed towards me, his eyes sparkingling in the light.

“Sure, when?” I asked as I leaned forward, setting my chin on top of my hands.

“Tonight. I’ll pick you up from Jae’s and we’ll go.” Jinyoung stated.

“That sounds nice.” I smiled, tucking the fallen hair behind my ear.

“Wear something fancy. I’ll come by around seven but for now, let’s go back to work.” Jinyoung said before standing up from his chair and offering his hand towards me. I gladly took his hand as we both walked out the cafe.

Throughout the whole day, I tried to plan the perfect outfit to surprise Jinyoung away. I knew I wanted to look fancy but, in my head, I wanted to look simply classy and sexy. So after a long day at work, I came home to an empty house again and hopped into the shower. The warm water cascading down my skin put me at ease as I enjoyed the peaceful shower. Tonight was the night I was only going to focus on Jinyoung and no one else. He made me realize that no other man could treat me right like Jinyoung does.

Finally finishing a long shower, I started to go through the wardrobe Jinyoung managed to save after I was kicked out of my house. I picked out a lowcut black dress that hugged all my edges which was something Jinyoung would appreciate. Then I started to do my makeup. And right then, Jaebum came home from work, interrupting the peacefulness that spread throughout the house. The loud walking and rummaging in the kitchen made me purse my lips and sighed to myself. What wasn’t he talking to me anymore?

Finishing up quickly, I head downstairs with a pair of heels in my hands. As I walked my way down the stairs, I made eye contact with Jaebum who was sitting at the dining table with a laptop and papers sprawled out everywhere.

“Where are you going?” He finally spoke up, breaking the eye contact.

“Out.” I simply stated. So now he talks to me.

“In a dress like that?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows. “I’m not letting you go out in that dress.”

“You’re not my boss. Don’t tell me what to do.” I fired at him as I reached the end of the stairwell and started to walk towards the exit.

“You never know, (Y/N). Men these days have different intentions than having a little chat with you.” I heard Jaebum yell from the kitchen.

“Well the only guy I’m going out with today is Jinyoung!” I yelled back, putting on my heels and jacket on. I stood by the door, waiting for Jinyoung’s car to pull up on Jaebum’s driveway.

“Jinyoung, huh?” Jaebum said, as he walked closer to me, leaning on the opposite wall. He had a smug look on his face that I wanted to punch away. Out of all the days, he chose to talk to me before I leave for a date with Jinyoung.

“Yes, do you have a problem?” I snapped at him, looking somewhere else instead of making eye contact with Jaebum. I saw a swift movement of Jaebum from the corner of my eye as I was suddenly pushed back against the door with Jaebum’s arm blocking my way of escape.

“It’s not a problem. It’s just I’d rather have you to myself than Jinyoung taking all the beauty away from me.” Jaebum smirked as his lifted his hand to push away the hair that covered my face.

I rolled my eyes and huffed out, “Whatever. We’re not dating anyways. Plus you haven’t spoken to me for days, why should I give in for you?”

“(Y/N),” He seductively whispered, “What Jinyoung can’t do is make a woman weak to her knees.”

My eyes flickered up at Jaebum as I saw a smug smile plastered on his face. His hands grabbed my waist, apply pressed onto it to keep me against the door. Slowly he leaned in until our lips were inches away from each other. One of his hands grabbed my jaw as he gently lifted it up so that he could connect my lips with his. Jaebum traced his tongue along my bottom lip, teasing me to the very last bit. I parted my lips and sighed at the feeling of adrenaline that ran throughout my body. Jaebum’s kisses were always so dominant which always made me weak to my knees. His hands let go of my waist and jaw as he started to slowly unbutton my jacket. I moaned against his lips as his hands grabbed my ass. Then, unexpectedly, Jaebum broke away from the kiss, leaving me breathless.

“My point taken.” Jaebum chuckled under his breath as he fixed my hair.

“Fuck you, Jaebum.” I hissed at him while I buttoned up my jacket again. Jaebum flashed a wide smile before running off in the other direction.

“Your boy toy is here.” He yelled before he left me alone. Sighing to myself, I closed my eyes and try to clear my feelings for Jaebum. I told myself that Jinyoung was the one countless times but, I still wonder why I did this behind his back.  But the thing was, why did I give in to Jaebum’s schemes?

Soon, the doorbell rang and I straighten my jacket. Opening the door, I find myself looking at Jinyoung’s charming smile as he held his hand out towards me.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N). Let’s go, shall we?” Jinyoung beamed at me. I smiled back at him as I grabbed his hand with a feeling of regret. Maybe I should stop this relationship with Jaebum. Move out of his house and stay with Jinyoung instead. It seemed like a good idea and a great topic to discuss with Jinyoung.

Jinyoung took me to a rather fancy restaurant that only people like him could afford the food. Throughout the whole night, I enjoyed my time with Jinyoung. It made me realize why I feel in love with him in the first place. A man like Jinyoung is humble to himself and is good at what he does. Jaebum, on the other hand, is reckless and rude. Plus, Jinyoung was always the one who was there for me.

“I’ve been thinking for awhile now.” Jinyoung started, with a glass of wine in hand.

“And?” I raised my eyebrows, leaning in so my head rested on the palms of my hand.

“What if we leave Korea, permanently, and start a new life somewhere else?” Jinyoung asked me as he took a sip of his wine.

“Where will we go?” I asked back, agreeing with this idea. It’ll be nice to run away from Korea. No men hunting me down and no drama. I could start a new life with Jinyoung and it’ll be perfect.

“Somewhere far. International, most likely. Somewhere where we can be alone and live in peace.” Jinyoung said, as he looked outside the window, getting a good look of the city lights.

“I like that idea.” I softly whispered so only he could hear. Jinyoung turned his head to smile at me. I looked at his facial expression and noticed something was off about Jinyoung. Although Jinyoung was a great actor on hiding his feelings, I know him too well to know what was wrong. And I knew he was hiding something from me.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jinyoung nervously chuckled under his breath, sending me an unnatural wink. He was definitely hiding something from me, and I was going to find out what it was.

“Jinyoung-ah,” I started to say, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, (Y/N). I’m okay.” He simply stated as he avoided eye contact with me. He knew I could see through him but why wasn’t he telling me? Usually he would tell me everything that was going on but, he was being distant lately.

I sighed to myself and leaned back on my chair, “I know you too well to know something’s up. Tell me please.”

“This isn’t the best time to bring up this topic.” Jinyoung warned me as his eyes started to wander around the room. I crossed my arms, unsatisfied with his answer. He was acting weird and it was something I’ve never seen before.

“You tell me everything, Jinyoung. I don’t understand wh-”

A cold splash of water ran down from my head to my face interrupted me from finishing my sentence. I closed my eyes, mouth hanging wide open, as I try to recover from the cold shock. Opening my eyes, I look at Jinyoung as he’s sat there, staring right behind me. His face, not as shocked as mine, gave a serious expression. I slowly looked up and behind me to see who rudely poured water on me. Brown long hair, red dress, and a body who can make men go crazy. Then it clicked to me; Was Jinyoung seeing someone behind my back?

“Jinyoung, who’s this?”

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For the few hours I have on Mercy, I've learned one thing. I can heal one of my teammates faster if I can fly to them from spawn. So what do I do? If my mercy dies, I go back to the spawn gate and taxi her to the team fight. This has earned my team some glorious resurrections and I always get that fuzzy feeling when they say "thanks". Gotta love the mercy mains, you da real mvp <3

Tear your curtains down (for sunlight is like gold) by Writergirl8

“I have to go,” Lydia says for the third time that night, sitting up on Stiles’ bed. She’s been lying on her back for a few hours now while he types furiously at his laptop, his long fingers stroking roughly over the keys. She likes to watch his face illuminated by the bright white light of the screen, nose casting a shadow over the cupid’s bow that she has been dying to pull between her lips all evening.

But tonight was for homework, and Lydia had promised to keep her hands to herself as she had stood at the threshold to Stiles’ bedroom and held her hand right hand up, her left hand placed upon a copy of her AP bio textbook. Which had meant hours of no kissing, hours of wanting to kiss, and hours of staring at the boy who made her so insatiable that it sometimes astounds her that she is able to get anything done when he is in the same room.

WC: 4k
Link: AO3

The Littlest Winchester - Save a Hug for Me

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 663

Prompt: “You did a bad thing for a good reason.”

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve decided to do the occasional writing challenge. Right now I only have one person signed up for my first one, so if you like writing challenges, go over to my challenge side blog @angelschallenge for details! Hope to hear from you guys!

Fic:

    “Save me a hug, okay?”

    “Okay. I’ll stay up all night until you get back. Don’t take too long because I’m tired.”

    “I’ll drive fast. I love you, baby girl.”

    Those words were what Dean and his four-year-old daughter said to each other the last time he called her. The call was placed six hours ago while he and Sam packed to leave a very bad few days behind them. When her voice answered his, he nearly started crying, but he held all that back, repressed all of his bad feelings, because she didn’t need to hear them. When he gets back to the bunker, though he wants to see his little girl more than anything, he stays in the car long enough to clean off blood and dirt so she won’t worry about his physical well-being. Then he allows himself to be heard as he enters the foyer. Moments later, the toddler is running at him and all but leaps into his arms. Picking her up, Dean kisses her cheek.

    “I saved you a hug, Daddy,” she announces. “Do you want it?”

    “Of course I do.”

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I matched my former neighbor. We hadn’t talked much when we lived nextdoor, but she seemed interested. I go over to her house and we have a few drinks in her kitchen. Her new housemate whom I had met briefly once before hangs out with us for a bit, acting standoffish the whole time. The first girl and I leave her roommate in the kitchen and go back to her room and fuck for a good half hour. She’s a screamer. When I leave the roommate is there on the couch watching TV and avoiding eye contact.

Fast forward to the next day. I match the housemate and she seems impressed by the fanfare last night. She tells me she’s about to go to the beach and watch the sunset and I invite myself. We sit and talk for a long while and I’m getting subtle but undeniable crazy vibes. It’s cold but I dare her to jump in the water. We both strip to our underwear and I kiss her in the surf. We hook up on the beach for a while and I take her back to my place and break the bed, she’s gushing the whole time. She tells me not to tell the first girl and I hesitantly agree. She then says she has work early and leaves.

I check my phone and the first girl has texted me to hang out. After a moment’s consideration I say fuck it, why not. While I’m getting ready I get a text from crazy girl saying she can’t believe I’m coming over to fuck her roommate right now. My reply: “ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ”

I go over to their house and the crazy girl is still up hanging out with friends. I say hi and she avoids eye contact. I proceed to go at it with the first girl and she’s even more vociferous than the first time. I leave an hour later and crazy girl still won’t look at me.

As I’m heading home I text crazy girl and tell her she gives way better head than her housemate.

“let’s go again,” she replies.

I tell her my roommates are asleep so we meet up at the beach. I fuck her raw from behind against the cliff and grab her and throw her in the water.

I kept fucking both of them for a week until crazy girl decides to spill the beans. She moves out a week later.

One of the problems with chronic migraine is having to decide every day whether it’s worth being awake or not. Sometimes the answer is completely obvious (going back to sleep because you’re dying), but on other days you have to decide whether it’s possible to still enjoy being awake and alive with your current level of pain. It’s hard.

Like, today – I’ve been asleep for the past day and a half because I was dying, and a few hours ago my alarm went off because I’m the only one in the house and I had to put the bin out. I hadn’t eaten for a long time so I made a sandwich, and since I was up I figured I’d catch up on tumblr just to feel like I’m connected to people. So now I’m here and awake, and the day stretches before me, but my head hurts. I feel horribly, hideously emotional. I feel sick and a bit dizzy and my left eye is threatening later doom. If I stay up, the doom will almost certainly develop into death. If I go back to bed, that’s another day of my life gone. Poof.

I could take meds, but I’m only allowed eight days of meds a month in order to avoid rebound headaches, and today is not an important day. I have to save my meds for when I’m going out – usually on unavoidable errands, but sometimes on sanity-saving friend outings. And the meds don’t even work that well anyway. Naproxen is 50/50. Triptans make me feel hot and dizzy and woozy. Codeine masks the pain but doesn’t stop the migraine, so I pay for it once it wears off.

So. Attempt to do something fun, or waste another day of my life. I still can’t decide.

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one crazy night | lofoten, norway

Artist: Lorenzo Montezemolo | [tumblr || instagram]

In Feb 2014, I took my first trip to Norway’s Lofoten archipelago. We were there to shoot snowy landscapes during the day and the northern lights at night. My whole group was a bit disillusioned that it was overcast every night of our trip, but then on the last night Mother Nature suddenly cleared out all the clouds and treated us to an incredible northern lights show. We were so captivated by this incredible 6-hour display that we almost didn’t get back in time to catch the ferry back to the mainland. To be honest, I wouldn’t have been terribly upset to miss the ferry and spend another day or two there. Luckily I got to go back a few months ago and am currently planning my third Lofoten trip for Feb 2017. Yeah, I’m hooked….

You can find more of my Norway photos here.