Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.
“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.
“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.
“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”
He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.
All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.
Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.
Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.
Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.
Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.
He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.
He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.
Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it
Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked.
The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out,
"I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be.
"There’s no way you’re dating them,”
"Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly.
"Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold.
(Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out?
"Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.
"Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth.
"But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.
"This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does.
"Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”
“they’ve been bullying you?"
"No, that’s not what I said-”
“Do I need to beat them for you?"
"No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.
“Are you fucking serious?"
"I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure.
(Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his.
His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good.
(Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips.
"Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.
“Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work.
"No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.
A/N: I’m in Prague this week with a friend and I set this to upload on it’s own so hopefully it works. A little trigger warning towards the end. Requested to write a smut about
the videos of the boys playing billiard in Glasgow and using some vibes from There’s Nothing Holdin’
Me Back too.
Word count: 5,323
“I swear he’s looking at you again” Ollie grinned,
smiling at me widely. He put a couple of bottles with liquor back on their
place, not taking his friendly eyes of me.
“Who?” I asked, grabbing two more glasses from the
counter. I poured vodka in them both first, then some red bull before putting
ice in both glasses.
“The tall, dark-haired guy” he said, nodding in the
direction of the billiard tables in the other end of the bar.
-the perfect man
-best friend relationship
-with tense moments in between
-him taking pictures of you when you aren’t looking
-you getting mad and chasing him to delete it
-you’ll never succeed
-he’s too fast and will protect the precious moment he captured
-he needs someone who can handle him
-like legit probably get into arguments over the tiniest things
-“i swear you better not”
- ur gonna do it
- “you’re not the boss of me excuse”
- “Y/N don’t you da-”
- “are you going to stop me????”
- “don’t y/N STO-”
- “WATCH M E”
- “I SAID N O”
- meanwhile the boys are panicking in the other room because of all the yelling
- but when they come check it’s just you guys fighting bc of a video game
- “guys guys guys it’s just a ga-”
- both of you: “SHUT UP JACKSON NO ONE ASKED YOU”
- play fighting
- so many inside jokes
- you guys could be looking at one of the other members do something and give each other that look
- and burst out into laughter
- double dates w/ Youngjae
- he loves you two so mUCH
- in public the most you’ll get is hand holding
- but in closed spaces
- he always has his arms around you
- pokes your legs
- your tummy
- and you slap his hands away
- but he keeps doing it bc it annoys you
- but mostly because he thinks you’re so c u t e and hot at the same time
- “you’re so cute jagiya”
- u heard and ur eternally blushing holy moly
- the boys adore you
- because their leader can get angry
- but u know how to calm him down
- and you aren’t scared to argue with him
- random gifts
- BOY ABOUT TO GIVE YOU A SCRAPBOOK
- IT’LL BE THE CUTEST THING
- So many pictures of you that you didn’t know about
- and of the two of you together
- of places where you guys visited
- pictures of you sleeping with lil captions that he wrote on the side
- when you’re sad he’ll hold you and tell you to stop being dumb
- and he’ll start making jokes about Jackson and BamBam probably
- and you can’t stay sad when you’re with him
-you’re his safe place and he’s yours
- you and Nora taking cat naps together
- and he thinks it’s the most precious thing in the world oh my god
- there are hardly any serious pictures of the two of you together
- you guys could spend hours laughing and making fun of each other
- if you live together beware
- there’s a silent ongoing prank war going on
- you’ll be coming out of the bathroom at night and he’s waiting outside to scare you
- “W HY ARE YO U LIKE TH I S”
- He’s dying with laughter on the floor
- “Yah jagi let me in im sORRY”
- the door slowly opens
- insert horror movie music
- “You can’t stay mad at m- OHMYFXKC”
-“THAT WASNT FAIR
- Now you’re laughing but u better run
- babygirl kind of guy
- you’ll be lying together in bed and he just gets real close
-starts whispering random things
- some not so random
- “c'monnn babygirl~”
- and he’ll smile right after
- late night car rides
- he’ll take you anywhere and everywhere
- you frame some of the pictures he takes
- and when he finds out about the pictures you have of him on your phone he tries to delete them
- but can’t figure out your password
- and whenever you fight with him he remembers about the pictures and can’t stay mad
- “I hate you get away from me”
- “You’re a horrible liar Y/N”
- “No I really do actually hate you”
- “Is that why you have all those pictures of me in your phone?”
- d e a t h g l a r e
- “you’re so cute when you’re mad”
- basically a relationship with Im Jaebum is filled with adventures and life and so much love that the two of you show in subtle ways
- whether it’s you listening to him sing and helping him through whatever he needs, big or small
- or him being your best friend and soulmate, always feeling the need to protect and love you
- you guys love each other like little kids and that’s all you could ever ask for
I think this tweet is hilarious, so uh, I wrote this.
Levi dislikes going to the dentist, except… well, guess who his dentist is this time. Rather cavity inducing fluff. As always, it’s on Ao3.
Levi hated the dentist’s.
He hated doctor’s appointments with the same ferocity, for that matter. It wasn’t a phobia, per say; he wasn’t afraid of needles or pain. It was that strange hands prodding at his body made his skin crawl and the overly clean scent of latex and disinfectant reminded him of the germs squirming, unseen, across the counters. Foreign hands, foreign germs, all over his body, leaving marks he couldn’t see and had to scrub away blindly.
Teddy: Sooo…I’ve got a sketchbook, no, two- or three
Teddy: Once we were at an arts supply store and gran told me she’d buy any colour I could morph my hair into in 30 seconds so…what?? I love colours. She didn’t mind. Said mom was the same. *grins*
Teddy: *smiling mischievously*…also someone left this in my pocket last week with a note that said “it reminded me of you whatever”…and I couldn’t possibly know *coughs* james *coughs* who that would be.
Teddy: *never leaves the house without a first aid kit* …for when Albus falls off his broom…for Vic’s headaches…
Teddy: Also - glasses. For when I feel insecu-cool, I mean cool. Yeah.
Teddy: …and loads of sweets. I swear half of my bag is sweets. I…have a problem.
Prompt: Hi! :) I absolutely adore your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader oneshot where the the reader has a hickey and Veronica points it out so everyone is teasing her all day to find out who it’s from and they eventually realize it was Juggie? Thank you <3
A/N: Sorry if it’s not as good as you thought it would be! (It’s literally 3am here and I feel like banging my head against the wall. I literally haven’t slept in so long dear god.)
Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her
Warnings: INAPPROPRIATE – THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IF YOU KEEP READING YOU CAN EXPECT SIN AND IMPLIED SMUT (nothing vivid but v implied) IF THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU’RE INTO THEN RUN FAST AND RUN FAR MY DEAR FRIEND (also swearing but that’s the least of the sin in here)
A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it
A/N: This is based off the latest/season finale episode. Don’t read if you haven’t watched as it contains spoilers!!!
Warnings: Swears? A lil bitta smut ;) My usual warnings I guess
Word count: 4346 (my longest by far!!!)
As you walked towards the your two raven haired friends, Jughead and Veronica, you started to think about how Juggie’s life was turning upside down, he had to move back t the Southside, live with a foster family, and go to Southside high, the gang was worried about him having to attend Southside High, but you were from the southside, so you knew you could take care of your best friend no matter what, plus you already planned to sneak into Southside high every couple of days to check on him.
Your thoughts stopped when you reached the table, “Can I sit?” you asked Jughead and Veronica, “Y/N, of course, take a seat with the outcasts” V smiled as she gestured to the seat next to her.
48 - “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
save me 😭
What happens after I save you?
I marry you for all your money and then you die in a mysterious accident
Forget it you can suffer
remind me again, why did I choose to study Philosophy in my final year of High School?
Because you’re a big dumb nerd.
Not nerd enough it would appear. 🙁
I miss you ❤️
I miss you ❤️
When you’re finished i’ll be here ready to make you feel better 😏
Now that’s what i’d like to here 🍆
What are you doing right now?
Oh I’m just hanging with-
Suddenly the phone was ripped right out of Isak’s hands. “Hey!” he screeched as he glared at a very frustrated Jonas. “What the hell? I was using that.” Jonas ignored him and tossed the phone to Mahdi who caught it in one hand. Then Jonas crossed his arms and nodded at Mahdi and Magnus.
“Wait do what??” Isak yelled, waving his hands to snatch it back but Jonas pushed him back down.
“We are doing this for your own good Isak”
“Doing what? I’m fine! You guys are crazy.” Isak shook his head and crossed his arms, giving up trying to get his phone back. They wouldn’t dare.
Isak we have been sitting here hanging for like an hour and the entire time you have been talking to Even.
Isak scoffed “That is so not true.”
“Yes” Mahdi said, “It is”
Isak rolled his eyes “You guys are so lame.”
Jonas raised his eyebrows, “Do it Magnus.”
“Okay Dear Even-”
“Don’t write dear Even, no one writes dear at the start of a text message” Mahdi interjected.
Isak wanted to so desperately tell them that they were wrong because I mean Even did that to him all the time, but then he remembered that would be helping them and that was the last thing he wanted. Those assholes.
“Okay ‘Even we’ve become the clingy couple that I, Isak Valtersen used to complain about constantly” Magnus stopped to look Isak right in the eye “Constantly.”
“But now I have become the most clingy disgusting sappy fool who makes all of his friends want to puke whenever he is around them.” Mahdi added.
Isak looked at them in horror.
“P.S. you smell and your hair isn’t as great as everyone thinks it is” Jonas finished.
“Well now that’s a lie” Magnus muttered but typed it anyway.
“i swear to god if you guys send that I’m going to rip your hearts out and make sure you never get laid again.”
the send sound echoed loudly through the room “Whoops my finger slipped.” Magnus said innocently.
Isak panicked “WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS.”
Mahdi and Magnus cracked up laughing as Isak pushed against Jonas who was stopping him from barrelling into Magnus and stealing his phone back.
“Give it back! I need to send him a smiley so he knows it’s all a joke!”
Jonas rolled his eyes “oh come on he knows.”
Magnus nodded “He would totally know.”
“You brought this upon yourself.” Mahdi said.
“Yep we told you the next time you ignore us to text Even we were going to punish you” Jonas agreed.
“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WERE SERIOUS.” Isak shouted pulling his hair
he finally snatched it out of Magnus’s hands and looked down at the sent message.
“Ugh I hate you guys.”
Isak frantically began to type an exclamation before Even saw it and jumped to conclusions but just as he was about to send it-
“Even, we have become that clingy couple I Isak Valtersen-”
“Oh dear god” Isak groaned covering his face as Even walked up from behind him.
“Used to complain about CONSTANTLY”
Even smirked at him and kissed his neck “Well damn, you weren’t that much fun back then were you?”
Isak rolled his eyes but his heart was fluttering at Even’s touch.
The boys were in the corner laughing.
“But now I have become the most clingy disgusting sappy fool” Even continued to read as he sat down and put his arms around Isak from behind. “who makes all of his friends want to puke whenever he is around them”
Even looked up at the boys and then back at Isak, grinning cheekily “Well baby, why don’t we give them something to puke at huh?”
and then to Isak’s pleasant surprise Even brought Isak’s face to his and kissed him long and deeply sending shivers through his body.
The boys all groaned and laughed simultaneously but Isak was completely lost in Even’s touch.
Even pulled back and looked into his eyes, smiling brightly at every inch of Isak.
then he abruptly turned to the boys and stood up.
“Alright now which one of you said my hair wasn’t that great?”
Request: something fluffy? Like, taking years to ask you out even though you both clearly liked each other for a while?
It was your usual weekly get together with the boys and the 8 of you sat around outside talking. You couldn’t remember who’s idea it was to camp outside for the night but you weren’t complaining. Despite the house being two feet away, the weather was really nice. It was a little cold but the sky seemed to be lit up with the few stars you were able to see.
“I swear it was like I wasn’t even in the room anymore.” You sighed.
Jimin burst out laughing. “Maybe it’s because you’re so quiet. I swear that stuff only happens to you.”
Jin laughed as well. “You’re shy too!”
“Yeah but I’m also hot. There’s no way they wouldn’t notice me.” Jimin said, smirking, causing all the other boys to groan.
“Anyway, are you guys hungry yet? The bonfire is ready.” Hoseok added.
You nodded. “Yeah I’m kinda hungry.”
Hoseok and Jin went in the house to get stuff for dinner and you moved over to Yoongi who was just sitting on his phone, cuddled up in a blanket.
“Are you not having fun?”
He looked up from his phone. “Oh, no. I’m just tired and I feel like we should be preparing for our comeback since it’s so soon. It’s weird sitting out here.”
You watched his face, noticing he seemed more nervous than tired but you couldn’t place why he would lie about that. A bit of cold air blew down your back and you shivered, covering your arms with your hands.
“But we always do this sort of thing.”
Yoongi seemed to be distracted by the fact you looked cold instead of answering you back. He moved his chair closer to sharing his blanket with you.
“Why did you come out here wearing shorts? I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.” He joked, placing your half over your legs. You blushed.
As the night starts to go by a few of the boys decided to go to bed leaving you, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung still awake. Jungkook looks over at Yoongi.
“Can you go in the house and get my phone? I think I left it in there.”
Yoongi stands up from his chair, leaving you with a puzzled expression. He would have never agreed to that before.
“Y/N, can you come with me?”
“Yeah sure.” You say as you get up as well, following behind him into the house.
“What’s the matter, are you scared now that it’s dark?”
Yoongi looked back at you, stopping in his tracks. His face was plastered with a serious expression and he exhaled.
“…it was just a joke? What’s going on with you-”
He took a few steps closer to you, making you stop talking. His head tilts away from you as if he wasn’t trying to make eye contact with you.
“I don’t usually do shit like this but-..You’re an exception. It seems like you’re an exception for a lot of things. I don’t want to keep pushing this back anymore because i’m sick of it. I’m sick of playing around with the fact that i’m in love with you, that I keep writing music about you, that i’m tired of not being about to hold your hand or kiss you when I want. Jungkook only asked me to get his phone so I could be in here alone with you. I wanted to ask if….you’d finally go out with me?”
You stood there speechless, watching his ears turn red.
“Please say something already.” He muttered.
Your hands came up from your sides and made their way to the sides of his face. The split second the two of you made eye contact he leaned in to kiss you. Although you did initiate it suddenly you were aware of how loudly your heart was beating in your chest. When his lips finally pressed against yours you could feel your cheeks get warm. It wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked each other but it was a whole other thing hearing it out loud and to be able to kiss him. His hands grabbed against your waist, only pulling you in tighter.
“What are you worried about? Nobody’s even in the house..” He groaned, now kissing on your neck.
“It’s not that. Jungkook is standing in the doorway with a flashlight under his face.” You laughed.
Jungkook smiled at Yoongi, giving him a thumbs up. He knew he was dead in the morning but at least his joke made you laugh.
You were roughly pushed into a small room, and forced to sit in an old wooden chair in the centre of the grey concrete floor. A bright halo of light was switched on above your head, making you squint.
Once your eyes adjusted and were able to focus again you saw none other than Negan slam a small stool in front of you and sit on it in one swift motion.
His face held anything but a pleased expression, the muscles in his jaw tightened and the veins in his neck were very prominent. Whatever you had done to make him this mad you knew it wouldn’t end pretty.
Seconds ago you were outside pruning some roses and humming ‘Moon River’, when all of a sudden two men grabbed you and silently dragged you inside the sanctuary.
“Afternoon doll ! And how the fuck are we ?” he bellowed with a loud clap that created an echo. You didn’t reply as confusion completely hindered your ability to speak.
“Speak when you’re fucking spoken to” he growled.
“I’m okay” was all you could squeak out, in actual fact you weren’t okay at all, you were very much frightened. And he knew that.
“Okay? Well hold on to that while you fucking can doll because things are about to get real fucking ugly” he spat as he got closer to your face. That was the thing about Negan, he was very much the alpha. And used dominance to his advantage, one method being invading people’s personal space.
Your breathing began getting heavier, why were you being treated like a criminal in an interrogation room. What had you done ??
“As you know by now I don’t enjoy killing women, men ? I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of day Y/N my dear, this was your mistake” he said matter of factly.
“Wait, what the hell is this ??” you said as the feeling of panic grew stronger in the pit of your stomach. Negan stood up and removed his leather jacket, then picked up the stool and threw it out of the room causing a loud clatter.
“This, is fucking punishment” he finished as one of Negans men threw a hard punch connecting to the side of your head causing you to fly out of your chair and on to the cold floor. Blood instantly began pouring out your head once it had hit the ground, the impact immediately splitting the skin open on your skull. Before you could react you were yanked up by your hair and put back in the chair.
“WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT ?!” shouted Negan in a deep gruff voice.
“Let who out ?!” You cried, your response earning another hard blow to your face. This time causing your nose to profusely bleed. Your vision began to blur as you began to cry, your face was wet from the cocktail of blood and tears that poured out of you.
Negan stood in front of you as two of his men beat you senseless, what a coward. Getting others to do his dirty work for him.
“ADMIT TO ME THAT YOU FUCKING LET DARYL OUT !” he shouted in your face. His breath creating a layer of condensation to add to the moisture on your face.
“I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do !” You yelled right back, causing his expression to fall into a neutral one.
“I am being very reasonable with you girl, trust me I’m being the good cop here. And honey you really don’t want to meet the bad cop, Lucille is very excited to fucking greet your sorry ass.”
You’re heart sank, Lucille was his baseball bat that he covered with barbed wire. The unfortunate soul who would fall victim to Lucilles wrath at the hands of Negan, would ultimately meet a violent and fatal end. You recall hearing talk about Negan smashing two peoples skulls in a few weeks back, his constant bragging of the ordeal showed you how little remorse he felt after.
“Negan I swear to you, I would never have any reason whatsoever to betray you. You gave me a home, and the closest thing to normal life again. Why would I ever risk all of that. I don’t even know who this Daryl guy is !” you poured out, every word you spoke was the gods honest truth.
“In any other fucking circumstance doll, I would fucking believe you. If it wasn’t for finding this fucking bad boy tucked away safely between your mattress and bed frame. Care to fucking explain this ?” he said as he showed you a small note saying ‘Thanks Y/N, I owe you one !’ You’d never seen that note in your entire life.
“Negan I’ve never seen that before, someone’s framing me !” You said in hysteria.
“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME ! YOU ALL KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE FUCKING LIERS !” he screamed as he shot up from his squatted position all the way to his full height.
“I’m not lying ! Why would I lie to the man who saved my life ?!” You cried further as fear practically radiated off of your body.
“Don’t fucking start with that bullshit again doll, the whole ‘guilt trip’ subdivision doesn’t work with me, this ain’t Hamlet. You’re a nice girl and all, and you’re sure as hell smoking hot. But like I always say…NO EXCEPTIONS !” You were then picked up by one of his men and thrown on to the floor, you felt your arm shatter beneath you at impact. You endured at least thirty to forty minutes of endless beatings by all three men. That was until Dwight came to the door requesting Negans attention.
“Can’t you fucking see I’m busy here Dwighty boy” said Negan breathlessly.
“It’s important sir” said Dwight, his voice held a hint of urgency as his eyes darted back and forth from Negan to you.
“This better be fucking good” he muttered as he wiped his bloody hands with a cloth as he left the room.
“Don’t finish without me !” He called back to his men
With your eyes barely open, you saw Negan by the doorway. Dwight was out of sight but you could see them converse, Negans eyebrows turned to a frown. You saw him talk, his face still holding a confused look. You then saw his eyes widen as Dwight showed him a piece of paper- possibly a picture of some sort, he looked at you and then back at Dwight. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say a wash of realisation and maybe a hint of dread went over him.
“Alright, thanks Dwight” said Negan as he finished his discussion and walked back in.
“Get her to the fucking infirmary, now” he instructed as he brushed his fingers through his hair and grabbed on to a clump. He sounded almost panicked.
Both men on each side picked you up gently, your arms rested around both their necks and they walked quickly past Negan, you felt the ache of your obviously broken arm but you had no energy to complain. Your legs numbly dragged along the floor like a worn rag doll, and your head slumped low. Within minutes they entered Dr. Carsons office and laid you down on the examination bed, you could barely see a thing with both of your eyes practically swollen shut. The lingering taste of copper layered thickly on your tongue and throat, from the blood pooling from your nose into your mouth. Your chest felt bruised and you couldn’t feel either of your arms, you dreaded hearing the damage Negan and his men had caused you. You knew it would be bad.
“What the hell happened ???” You heard Dr. Carson say in utter shock.
“Never mind what fucking happened ! Just fix her, direct orders from Negan” said one man.
“O-Okay umm. Excuse me ma’m, can you hear me okay ? Lift one finger if you’re able to hear my voice” he said calmly.
You used all of your might to lift up your index finger, eventually succeeding.
“Okay, patient is responsive” You heard him mutter to himself as he jotted something down.
“Now, I’m going to gently remove your shirt to asses your body for any internal damage” you then heard him begin to cut your shirt off of your body with scissors to avoid any further internal injury.
“Jesus Negan…” You heard him mumble to himself, it was clear to him from the get go that it was Negan who had done this. The sheer brutality of the beating was shown on every inch of your skin, you were covered from head to toe in bruises. Your eyes were black and blue, and your lip was split and swollen to an impressive size. Dr . Carson was horrified to say the least, he began his work of examination. He’d concluded that you had internal damage to your right lung, two of your ribs were cracked and one was completely shattered. The bone in your left arm was a clean break, “like a celery stick” described Dr. Carson. Your collarbone was fractured along with a few of your fingers, not to mention the countless cuts that covered your body.
Dr. Carson sighed, obviously still dumbfounded at how badly hurt you were. He was heartbroken at the state Negan had left you.
“Will she be okay ?” You heard a voice say as you woke up in a bed.
“She’s stable, I’m going to be honest though Negan it was touch-and-go. I’m surprised she’s still breathing” said Dr.Carson. Your ears perked up when you realised Negan was in the room, you made sure to still stay “asleep”. Why the hell was he here ? Why the hell had he sent you to Dr.Carson ? What kind of punishment is beating someone and then rushing them straight to medical care ? You were so confused, frightened, and emotional. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Negan if you had the choice, you don’t know who let this Daryl guy out. But you were very much offended and hurt that someone framed you, leaving you close to being 6ft under.
“How long will she be bed bound ?” Asked Negan.
“It’s hard to say, from a medical guess I’d say at least three months” he said in brutal honesty.
“Three fucking months ???” Said Negan completely shocked.
“I mean look at her Negan, you’ve left her in pretty bad shape. Three months at least, and that’s assuming she can even walk” replied Dr. Carson.
“God fucking fuck” muttered Negan as you heard him start pacing back and forth.
“I’ll be in the laboratory if you need me…” Said Dr.Carson quietly as you heard his footsteps start getting quieter, followed by the sound of who you can only assume as Negans footsteps getting closer to you. To your surprise you felt his hand gently hold yours, as far as he was aware you were still out cold. Little did he know.
“I’m sorry Y/O….I should have believed you” you heard him whisper. Nothing would ever possess you to even consider forgiving Negan for what he did to you, if you had the energy you’d have yanked your hand away from his as fast as you could. But one thing that did please you, is that there was a sound of genuine remorse in his voice. Something that you thought had never existed in Negan.
Marcus and the reader broke up because of what the reader found out. Justin, the reader’s childhood friend came over to cheer her up.
A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested a movie night with Justin. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed or something, I was having a bit of a writer’s block. I tried to make the ending as fluffy as I can. Hope you like it. :)
“I overheard your conversation you bastard!” you glared at him, face flushed with anger, hot tears threatening to fall. He looked around the gym seeing that some people were looking at the both of you, he grabbed your wrist and leaned in. “Don’t make a scene here, y/n.” You looked at him incredulously giving a bitter laugh.
“Well, I’m really sorry for caring Mr. valedictorian. Tell me, how long did you plan on letting this on? Till you get in my pants?” You snapped. He was about to snap back, you want him to because then maybe he cared even a little, but his concern for his reputation precedes everything else apparently.
My dad and I were in hellmart last night. I was wearing 👖 & a red 👚 . Random guy starts talking. I don't know him so i ignore him. He comes over and grabs my arm and shouts 'FRENCH VANILLA!' Obviously I'm confused and I go 'What?' The guy got so angry and screamed how he was gonna get me fired. There was an actual employee who helped him, & he shouts 'See That wasn't so hard' I put on my best murder face & demon voice & said 'I don't work here wank stain' I swear they can smell retail on me
Should have told him you would call the cops for assault if he didn’t stop manhandling you. -Abby