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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ "Hostiles and Calamities"

An imagine about the 11th episode of Season 7

I’m following the storyline of the TV show, so I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected.
BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate without having read any other part!

part 1: about the final scene of season 6
part 2: about the first episode of season 7
part 3: about the readers arrival in the sanctuary (for 7x02)
part 4: about 7x03 “The Cell”
part 5: about 7x04 “Service”
part 6: about 7x05 “Go Getters”
(7x06 was left out because the timeframe between the episodes was too short)
part 7: about 7x07 “Sing me a song”
part 8: about 7x08 the midseason finale “Hearts still beating”
part 9: about 7x09 “Rock in the Road”
(7x10 had to be left out)

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

The wind shook softly on the windows of your room while you looked at the swinging trees.
It was only one day ago that you came back from Alexandria, where you had to see a second time how the man who had taken you with him after the line up killed some of your people.
One of them completely innocent.
You had no idea where they had taken Eugene, you didn’t even know where your brother Daryl was after you had heard that he fled.
The only thing you knew was that he was probably not in Alexandria but you also knew that Negan and his men wouldnt stop searching for him and the thought of that still let a shiver run down your back.

You heard a knocking on the door and seconds after that Negan came smirking in, his bat laying on his shoulder.
“Good Morning Sweetheart. We two gotta do a lot stuff, meet some fucking people”, Negan said grinning as he came closer towards you.
“One of them is even a fucking old friend of yours. What was his name?”, he asked smirking.
“Eugene”, you hissed while Negan kept grinning at you.
“Where did you hold him?”, you asked glaring at him hoping that he wouldnt tell you that he was in one of those cells.
“No need to glare Sweetheart. He’s having a fucking nice ass apartment and I really do hope for him that he’s getting the mop on his head done right now and gets some food”, Negan said chuckling while he looked at you.
“You think I put him into one of the damn cells? No Sweetheart I need his damn brain to work intact”, he said chuckling before he continued.
“But apropos cells there is the dumbass we’re gonna meet before your mullet friend”, said Negan grinning before he walked towards you to get his arm around your waist while you tried to find out who Negan was talking about. “Would be impolite to let him wait, right?”, Negan said before he opened the door of your room.

“Probably asking yourself who we’re gonna meet. Well its fucking Dwighty boy, Cause Dwighty fucking fucked it up to keep your damn brother under control”, Negan said grinning.
“And now we’re gonna meet him after one night in paradise”, Negan said chuckling before he went around a corner.
You already saw his doctor leaning against a wall before a locked door.
“Alright and now enjoy the show Sweetheart”, he said chuckling before he let go of your waist and walked in front of the door.
You scoffed as Negan turned once again to you, winking at you before he turned back and drummed his bat against the metallic door.
“Good fucking mornin’, sunshine. Is it just as cozy as you remember? You spent a lot of time on the wrong side of the door after that fucking stupid road trip with the wife and Tina. So let’s talk about now. We went out looking for your little failed project for a few hours, just around the perimeter, tip to taint, as it were, right about the time I had you thrown in here, and when I got back, I realized I was short a wife”, said Negan while he stood before the door.
”Which one?”, you heard Dwights cracking voice ask.
”Sherry. You know anything about that, Dwighty boy? ‘Cause I got to tell you, that is one hell of a coincidence, her leaving just a few short hours after Daryl fucking took off. Oh, and he didn’t force his damn way out. No. Somebody opened the fucking door for him”, continued Negan.
Did she really let Daryl out?
But why should she have done that?
She knew Daryl only from that one time before they got caught as far as you knew.
”It wasnt Sherry”, you heard Dwights weak voice respond.
”Dwighty boy was it you? Did it work the other damn way around? You were supposed to break him. Did he break you? I mean, let’s face it , you’ve got some pretty legitimate grievances. You change your fucking stripes on me, Dwighty? You starting to see things different?”, Negan asked before he pounded the bat again against the door.
“After all this before and after hell, after everything who are you, Dwight?”, asked Negan swinging his bat back on his shoulder.
”I’m Negan”, Dwights voice sounded through the door before Negans hand found its way to the handle and unlocked it.
The door swung open and revealed a bad looking Dwight.
His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and a wound with dried blood was on his forehead.
They had beaten him up and for sure not just for a few minutes and now he sat where your brother had to stay for way too long.
Dwight struggled to get up while you saw how Negan chuckled slightly.
“Daryl isn’t like you. He’s emotional. So he’s either on his way home, or he’s coming back here to try to kill some more of us. Mostly you and me. Either way, we’ll find him”, Negan said while you felt how a shiver ran down your back with his last words sounding through the air.
You knew your brother, you knew how he could be.
But you werent the only one who could handle him, Rick would get everything done, for sure.
At least thats what you hoped.
“So do you think you know where Sherry went?”, Negan said ripping you out of your thoughts:
“Yeah”, responded Dwight sighing.
”Alright then bring her back”, said Negan before he turned to his doctor.
“Stitch him up. Fix what you can fix”, said Negan to the man before Dwight stumbled over to him.
”Oh Miss? We need to get a new bandage for you too in the next days”, said the doctor pointing at your arm.
There was still the wound Arat had given to you when she decided to first shoot you when Rosita was laying on the ground telling she didnt make the bullet.
But Arats bullet just brushed your arm and while Negan made it more than clear to her that she shouldn’t ever dare to shoot you again she shot Olivia.
Negans glance went back to you while he bit his lip while chuckling slightly.
”First thing’s done, Sweetheart now its your damn friends turn”, said Negan as he walked chuckling over to you.
”So you know him good right?”, asked Negan close before you.
”We are both in Rick’s group for a long time now so yes”, you said looking at him before you saw Negan raising his finger chuckling.
Were Sweetheart, you were in the Rick’s group for a long time. Dr. Smartypants is now one of us  and you,..you my dear Sweetheart, you belong to me”, said Negan grinning, his face short before yours while you scoffed shaking your head bewildered.
”I’ll never be one of you”, you growled while Negan chuckled.
”We’ll see Sweetheart, We’ll fucking see”, Negan chuckled before he continued.
”So you know if he has it up here?”, he asked grinning pointing at his head.
”You better ask him yourself”, you growled before Negan slung his arm around you once again.

You walked through the corridors of the sanctuary with Negan chuckling beside you before he opened a squeaking door.
The bright sunlight dazzled you as you walked outside before you saw a familiar face again.
Eugene.
Negan chuckled before he let go of your waist and walked over to Eugene who held a glass with pickles close to his body.
“There he is. Man of the hour! Come on over here, big fella”, Negan said chuckling to Eugene while he walked his arms spreading over to him.
“Don’t be rude, asshole. Say hello”, said Negan chuckling while he looked at Eugene.
“H-H-Hello”, stuttered Eugene looking at Negan before his glance met yours for less than a second.
“You got a name, asshole?”, asked Negan chuckling and you already knew where he wanted to go with that.
“Eugene”, answered he still with a trembling voice.
“Now us. Who are you?”, asked Negan grinning.
Yeah, there was it again.
“I’m Negan”, yelled the crowd of people around Eugene and Negan before he walked closer towards him.
“Well, Eugene I know you remember Lucille. Now, you see this right here? You might have to get real close. That, my friend, is the bullet you made.
Now, under normal circumstances, I’d be showing you that real close over and over again”, Negan told Eugene leaning his body back and chuckling imitating the sound of the bat hitting a head.
“But, Eugene, see, all I really want to know is if you are a smarty-pants. You know things? Answer the question”, asked Negan pointing at him.
“I…I am, indeed, a smarty-pants. I taught myself to cast bullets. I uhm found a machine shop with the necessary stuff. I…I read uh a lot, and, um although my memory is not considered eidetic, I don’t skim and I don’t scrimp. If knowledge is dropped, I do, indeed, pick it up”, said Eugene taking a breath while you watched every move Negan made towards him.
You knew Eugene and besides that you didnt like seeing one of your friends that afraid,
“Oh, so you really are just some asshole?”, asked Negan chuckling.
“N..No. I’m not. I have PhDs in biochemistry, as well as immunology and microbiology, and I’ve completed my doctorate, which makes me a doctor. Prior to the collapse, I was part of a 10-person team at the Human Genome Project, working under Dr. T. Brooks Ellis to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Fire with, uh you know uh f-fire”, answered Eugene heavily breathing.
And he was lying again, like he did to the group a long time ago until his lie was exposed.
But he was indeed extremely intelligent and you could understand why he was lying right now.
It was his kind of weapon.
Eugene looked over to a walker held on a few sticks in the cage you saw falling apart just second after your glance wandered over.
“All right, Dr. Smarty-pants. You ought to be able to crack this without breaking a fucking sweat. You see, I have a lot of free labor here at the damn fence, living dead pricks that help keep the riffraff out. Problem is, they don’t keep. They fucking fall apart. Like that poor sack of pile of shit there”, Negan said pointing at the walker in the cage before he continued.
“So, Dr. Smarty-pants, how do we keep them on their feet?”, Negan asked while you saw how Eugene tried get himself under control.
”Goddamn you’re still fucking trembling. Jesus,…well Sweetheart come over here maybe a familiar face will calm his ass down”, said Negan chuckling as he turned around to you.
You looked annoyed at Negan while you crossed your arms before he continued.
”Or maybe you gonna make him even more nervous, who knows”, continued Negan chuckling before he waved you over again.
”Anyways, come over Sweetheart”, he said chuckling before you walked reluctantly over to them.
Negan wouldnt give up anyways.
You looked at Eugene whose glance wandered over to you before he began talking again and you felt Negan sneaking an arm around you. 
Then it blustered out of Eugene, he listed every single thing what was needed and what to do with the molten metal that should protect the walkers.
“God damn! If that ain’t the coolest thing I’ve ever heard in my life! Not only is that practical, it is just badass! Whoa”, Negan said chuckling while Negan let go of you and slung one arm around Eugene’s shoulders.
“Look at you, Dr. Smarty-pants. Did Rick have you doing this kind of fucking valuable stuff for him?”, Negan asked grinning.
”No”, stuttered Eugene as response.
“His loss, our gain. I feel like I need to give you some kind of signing bonus here”, Negan said chuckling to Eugene
“Uh, w-well, I was… I was gifted these pickles.”, said Eugene holding up the glass
“Ahh. No. As a token of my gratitude, I’m gonna send you over a few of my wives to your apartment tonight, show you a good time…Now, I don’t think I have to worry about this. But who knows how truly smart you are? No sex.
That is a grave no-no….However, you can have a little dinner, some drinks, share a few laughs….There is nothing like beautiful women that smell good to make you feel human again”, said Negan chuckling while he got his arm back around you.
“Did…did you say “wives,” meaning plural?”, asked Eugene bewildered.
“Hell yes, I did”, said Negan chuckling.
“Are you-”, asked Eugene looking at you.
”Fuck no she’s none of them”, interrupted Negan smirking Eugene before he continued.
“So what does Dr. Smarty-pants say to his knew bestest friend in the whole wide world? What does he say?”, asked Negan chuckling.
“Thank you. Fully, completely sincerely, seriously thank you”, said Eugene his voice still trembling.
“Okay. Why don’t you go have some fun?”, asked Negan before a blond woman took Eugene and walked inside with him, followed by the other men 
before Negan turned fully to you.
”See Sweetheart, I was fucking good to him”, Negan said placing his arms his other arm also chuckling around your waist.
”Great”, you said with a sarcasting undertone while he looked smirking at you before you heard your stomach rumbling.
”Looks like someones damn hungry”, said Negan chuckling to you.
”Well, lets get you some food”, Negan continued before he walked inside with you.

Before you laid a hall, filled with people and stalls with food.
“I’d love to stay here with you, but I gotta manage some shit. You can have fucking everything you want, just say they should write it on my name”, Negan said before winking at you.
You looked at the crowd before you began walking around.
There wasn’t just food or medicine, there was even a damn barber.
You felt the glances of some of the people on your body while you made your way through the crowd.
After some time you felt your stomach rumbling again and finally stopped before a grill.
“Could I have some of that?”, you asked pointing at the grilled food. “Number?”, asked the man behind it, while you felt his glance already goring through you.
“I dont have a number… but Negan told me to let it write on his name”, you said swallowing.
“Are you fucking with me?”, asked the man growling
“No I…Alright I better go now”, you said knowing that this man wasn’t just a savior he was probably pretty argumentative and you really needed no stress here.
“Wait, wait you can’t just get your lying ass out of here”, he growled glaring at you.
“Alright I don’t wanna start a fight here but I’m not lying. He told me to get it on his Name. You can ask him if you want to”, you said calm but tensed looking at the man.
“You know what were doing with people like you here? We beat the holy hell out of them”, the man said suddenly coming closer while you felt your heartbeat increasing.
He was giant and you knew that if it would come hard on hard your chances would be pretty low, even when you knew how to fight.
Before you could do anything else the man began cornering you against the wall while you still tried to find a way to flee.
“You’re so gonna regret fucking with me”, he growled while you saw how he clenched his jaw and his glare intensifying.
”We don’t have to let that escalate-”, you tried to say as calm as he could but he interrupted you.
”Shut up”, he growled coming even closer.
You balled your hands trying to hold yourself back until you found no single way out anymore.
There was no one helping you and you didnt expect that someone ever would.
Your hands tightened and you felt adrenaline rushing through you body as your fist hit his face making him that shocked that he stumbled back that you could flee out of his grip while you heard the man curse.
You tried to get out of the corner but felt a strong grip at your wrist that pulled you back.
You felt him pulling you at the shoulders pressing you against the wall while you felt his heavy breath already on your skin.
”Goddamn Bitch”, he spatted as you felt how his hand went from your shoulders to your throat while you tried to kick him away with your legs.
“You’re just making it worse”, hissed the man while you kept kicking before you felt his hands tightening around your throat while you desperately gasped for air until the moment the grip of the man suddenly loosened up.

You saw the man sinking blood overflowed down to his knees before you saw Negans bat crushing down on him again.
You gasped for air and felt your heart pumping heavily against your chest while you saw Negan panting and hitting down on the man over and over again that had just seconds before threatened you. 
The head of the man turned into a bashed mix of blood and skull before Negan stopped and you finally got a bit of your breath back.
Negan let the blood covered Lucille fall next to the still twitching man before he walked over to you.
“Holy fuck are you okay?”, he asked heavily breathing while his glance went concerned up and down on you while you could finally breathe a bit slower again.
“Yeah”, you nodded still trembling and trying to catch your breath before Negan turned from you to the silent crowd.
“If any of you dare to do some shit like that I swear you’re gonna end up the fucking same like that dead asshole”, Negan yelled before he turned to one of the people.
“Get his sick ass out of here”, he growled more calm while he stroke over his jaw.
You looked at your, through the punch, red swollen knuckles before you looked up to Negan.
“Punched him?”, he asked while you nodded and a small grin flashed over his lips before he lead you outside the hall.
On the hallway Negan suddenly turned you around to him and began examining your throat with his glance.
His hand went up your head to turn it gently to the side to get a better look even though he was gentle you jolted slightly up.
“Its alright”, you heard Negan say quietly while he kept looking at your throat.
“No marks..”, he muttered before he let go of you but kept looking at you and his hand found his way to your arm where he stroke slightly over it still looking at you.
“You should have screamed for me”, he said swallowing and looking concerned at you while you noticed that he was slightly trembling.
Negan, the cruel Negan, seemed to tremble because of you even when you couldnt really believe it and tried to tell yourself that it was probably just through the adrenaline rush he had through bashing that mans head.
“I’m not gonna ever let that happen again, okay? Trust me at least about that”, he said still looking at you while you slowly nodded.
“Okay. then lets get you away from here”, he said before he began walking.

You walked to the apartment but instead of your room, you stood before Negans.
He opened the door leading you in while you looked at him with an asking glance
“You’re gonna stay here Sweetheart”, Negan said while placing the bat next to the couch.
“I’m what?”, you asked looking bewildered at him. 
“You heard fucking right, you’re gonna stay here with me at least for the next nights”, he said looking at you. 
“Why?”, you asked looking at him. 
“'Cause when your sweet ass is here theres no fucking prick who could attack you again”, he said raising his brows. 
“Why would someone come into my room to attack me? Anyways…you’re also always locking the room don’t you?”, you asked looking at him. 
“Listen I don’t fucking care if I’m locking it or not, you my dear Sweetheart are staying here”, he said looking at you while you scoffed as response.
You weren’t that much into in sharing a room with him.
Your own room here was when you were alone at least a little bit of a save haven for you and if you’d stay here, you knew that you would lose that.
“You’re mostly together with me over the day anyways. So whats the damn problem?”, he asked huffing.
“Well maybe because I liked that little tiny bit of privacy you’ve left me”, you said crossing your arms tighter before your chest.
“I also have no sleeping stuff over here”, you said knowing that this argument was probably pretty weak but you took everything that came to your mind.
“Thats no problem Sweetheart I got something here”, he said before a small grin created on his lips.
And that grin already told that it wouldnt be some normal sleeping shirt.
Negan went over to his wardrobe and pulled a lingerie out he proudly presented.
Goddamn that man was unbelievable. 
“I’m not gonna wear that”, you said while you huffed annoyed. 
“That would be a damn shame ‘cause I’m convinced that you’d look fucking mind blowing in it”, said Negan walking chuckling towards you. 
“I don’t care, I’m not gonna wear that”, you repeated yourself. 
“Well so you wanna sleep naked? I mean I personally would fucking love it-”, he said chuckling. 
“No I’m not. Don’t you have anything else here?”, you asked looking at him. 
“No got nothing… but you can have a damn shirt of mine” He asked looking smirking at you while you just huffed.
And you saw in his face that he clearly liked the idea of you wearing something of his.
“Alright”, you said sighing.
His shirt wasn’t the best option but better than wearing a goddamn lingerie. 
Negan went chuckling once again over to his wardrobe and pulled one of his white shirts out to hand it over to you. 
You took the shirt huffing while he grinned at you before you went over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and lockig it. 
You needed no unwelcome guest. 

While you saw the dusk already breaking through the window in the bathroom you pulled the big shirt over your underwear and tried to use the small alone time you had right now.
Just in that moment you realized that Negan had actually saved you, you didnt like to admit it but he did.
He did save you through beating someone to death.
He was probably beating people often but he showed his protectiveness over you again and you got more and more problems getting his concerned side along to the cruel side you had seen so often.
But the worse problem you had right now was the weird feeling in your stomach that created when you got to see another side of him and also right now while you thought about it.
There was nothing right about that but thanks to god there was still enough about him that extremely repulsed you and gave you the feeling that you hadn’t gone completely insane. 
You tried to get rid of the rest of your thoughts before you breathed out and unlocked the door to open it.
Negan sat already in the bed, some notebook in his hands while he looked smirking at you.
“Sweetheart I gotta say that doesnt only look cute it also looks damn hot, but what have I fucking expected”, he said winking at you while you walked huffing over to the bed.
You looked over to Negan who lifted the blanket up before you could.
“Come into this cozy bed Sweetheart”, he said smirking to you while you got huffing under the blanket, intentionally leaving some space between you and him.
“Oh come on, Sweetheart, you know that I’m not gonna bite you”, Negan said chuckling while he snapped the notebook shut and laid it next to him on the nightstand.
You sunk deeper into the pillows while you heard Negan chuckle.
“Alright Sweetheart, you don’t have to but I can’t guarantee that we’ll stay that far apart from each other the whole night”, said Negan chuckling before you turned to him and said something that you had never thought you’d say to him but you knew that you had to when you didnt want to feel like a complete asshole.
“I uhm, I just wanted to thank you for what you did in the hall. Thank you, really”, you said looking swallowing at him while you saw a mix between a smile and a smirk create on his lips.
“Anytime Sweetheart”, he said looking at you before you nodded slowly, turned a bit away from him and could to your pleasure doze off shortly after that.

The bright sunlight shining through the windows woke you up.
You slowly opened your eyes realizing that you were in Negans bed and not yours as you saw him laying close to you that close that you even felt his breath on your skin.
You looked at him. His chest went slowly up and down, his face relaxed while a few detached hair strands hung in his face.
It wasnt the first time you saw him that peaceful while he slept but every time it surprised you anew.
And whatever it was seeing him like that, the feeling you had cursed about just yesterday in the bathroom created in you again, while you immediately tried everything to get rid of it.
You didnt want him to make you feel that way.
“Good morning Sweetheart”, Negan said while he opened his eyes looking directly smirking at you.
“What a damn blessed man I am to wake up next to you”, he said chuckling before he sat up and looked at you.
“Alright Sweetheart, I’d love to spend more time with you in my goddamn bed but you gotta get yourself ready so we can get your wound checked up again”, he said pointing at your arm.
You nodded before you made your way to the bathroom, got ready and walked with Negan through the hallways.

Minutes later you found yourself before the doctors office.
Negan took Lucille from his shoulder and knocked the bat again the door.
“Doc, got some job for you”, Negan said but got no response.
“I’m coming in”, Negan said before he opened the door but revealed an empty office.
“Well looks like you gotta put up with me”, said Negan smirking while you walked inside.
You leaned against the table while you watched how Negan took some bandages and the salve the doctor had put on your arm the first time and walked back to you.
He began to get the old bandage of your arm before he began treating your wound while his glance went smirking over and over to your face again.
He got to the end of the bandage and looked for a moment at it.
“Cant leave it like that”, he mumbled before he walked over to the desk and began rummaging in it before he hold a tape triumphically up.
“Got it”, he said chuckling before he looked back to the desks drawer to close it as he went quiet for a second.
“What the heck is that shit”, he asked suddenly holding a small piece of paper up.
“Looks like we found the prick that let your brother out.”

You walked into the hall with Negans arm, as always, wrapped around you while you knew that this wouldn’t end good for the Doctor and you didnt need the burning fireplace for it.
Before you stood the crowd around Dr. Carson who was held by two of Negans men while he looked already like was already completely done with everything.
Which was pretty understandable through the burning iron you saw in the fireplace.
”Alright Sweetheart, its gonna get pretty messy here so in case you don’t wanna watch, I’m not making you. You just gotta close your pretty eyes”, Negan said chuckling to you before he went over to Dr. Carson but still caught you glaring at him.
You looked into the crowd and saw Negans wives stand there, as always in their uniform like black dresses, before something else caught your attention.
Eugene.
He was standing on one of the platforms, next to him stood the woman you had already seen a few times.
You looked back to Negan who stood chuckling before Dr. Carson.
“You are gonna want to pay close attention to this”, said Negan as he turned around while pointing at Eugene with his bat before you suddenly saw how Negan hit Lucille against the Doctor who therefore stumbled and choked
“No, no, no, no! Why? I didn’t do anything”, he whimpered heavily breathing while you looked shocked at the scene before you.
“I found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk”, said Negan holding up the note he had found not long ago.
“I-I-I don’t know what that is”, whimpered Carson before Negan hit his bat once again against him while you jolted slightly gasping up.
“You my dear friend, you left the door open and let my puppy out. You fucking knew Sherry hated Daryl being here, so you let him out for her, be the damn hero. Then you could move in. That is some weaselly shit right there”, growled Negan at the strongly trembling man.
“But I didn’t. She’s the one who ran-”, panted the man but couldnt finish.
“Oh, she ran? You know why she ran? Because she knew I would blame her, which I did. But, see, Sherry told Dwighty boy the whole story right before she was torn apart. A super hot girl, horrifically killed because of your greedy, delusional, and tiny little prick”, hissed Negan before he got the iron while you felt a shiver running down your back only by it’s sight.
“It’s not true”, gasped the man.
“Dwight?”, asked Negan turning to Dwight who stood at the furnace. Your glance landed on him while he just stared cold into the fire.
“He’s lying about it”, Dwight just said while he kept staring into the flames.
“I would never do that”, whimpered Dr. Carson.
“Why? Why? Why would he do that? Why would he intentionally try to hurt you? Sherry’s gone. And if he’s lying and she’s out there, We will find her. And then I will burn the other side of his fucking face off until he dies. So, what was he gonna get out of this?..No I know my Dwighty boy. See, all he needed was one more night in the hole, get his head screwed on straight. It worked before, and it worked now. Ain’t that right, Dwight?” asked Negan turning once again to him.
“Oh, yeah”, responded Dwight still staring into the flames.
You didnt really believe Dwight.
Doesnt matter what he was saying.
Something about his behavior, his glance made you feel like Negan trusted into the wrong opinion right now.
And that would have consequences for Dr. Carson.
“Oh, please. No, please. Oh, Jesus, don’t burn me. Please!  No. No, no, please!“, gasped the man.
“Now you know I hate this shit. Just tell me you did it and that you’re sorry, and I don’t have to do this”, Negan said holding the iron in his hands.
“Yes…Yes, I did it… all of it. Sorry. I’m so sorry. Please I’m sorry”, whimpered the doctor.
“That’s all you had to say. That is all you had to fucking say”, you heard Negan say and saw him looking at Eugene before you thought that you couldnt believe your eyes.
Negan grabbed Dr. Carson by the shoulders and threw him with his head first into the furance.
You jolted up, feeling how your breath got heavier while you stared with widened eyes at the still screaming man Negan held into the flames before he let go of the him and walked over to Dwight.
You tried to get your shocked glance from the hanging out body half while you still couldn’t really believe what just happened.
You knew that you shouldn’t be surprised about Negans cruelty anymore after all what happened, but still you were. 
“Good thing we got a spare Dr. Carson.”, said Negan while he pointed up to the shocked looking Eugene as you asked yourself if Negan knew that Eugene was no healer before you heard Negans voice again.
”Sherry got nothing ever on her”, Negan said pointing at you before he continued.
”But from the wives she was one of my favorites. I’m sorry for you Dwighty”, Negan said looking at Dwight.
“I’m not”, said Dwight with a cold expression on his face.
“Whoo. Fucking ice-cold. I fucking love it”, said Negan chuckling before he let go of Dwight and walked over to you while you still had a mix between glare and bewildered glance in your eyes.
“I think we gotta check a view things before we’re continuing with your friend” said Negan chuckling before he lead you outside with him while you still the pictures of the burning man in your head and all you could think of that was that you hoped that they would never find Daryl, so that he would never have to meet a similar destiny.
You spent the next hour or even hours by Negans side while he was walking through the sanctuary, checking if everything was alright and if there were any News about your vanished brother.
But every time the men and women negated and with that you had at least little bit you could be released about before you made your way to Eugene’s apartment.

Negan smirked at you before he knocked with his bat against the door that slowly opened.
“May we come in?”, asked Negan grinning the slight puzzled Eugene before you before he walked in with you.
“So, how are you liking it here? Are we doing right by Dr. Smarty-pants? You know, Frankie and Tanya had nothing but good things to say about you”, Negan said to the still puzzled looking Eugene.
“It’s all right. I get it. I know how hard it can be to accept change, to get on the right team. My Sweetheart over here? She’s still not into all of this but you know my friend, I’m not gonna give her up”, Negan said chuckling while pointing at you.
“Well but back to you Dr. Smarty-Pants… I need you to understand something. I do not make this invitation to everyone and I sure as shit do not make it lightly”, said Negan while you saw how Eugene began to panic again and you tried to search for his glance.
“Hey. Hey! You do not need to be scared anymore. You don’t need to be fucking scared. You just have to answer me one question. And it’s a big one.
Who are-”
“I’m Negan. I’m utterly, completely, stone-cold Negan. I was Negan before I even met you. I just needed to meet you properly to know. I’m Negan”, you heard Eugene say while you looked swallowing over to him.
Sure, Eugene wasnt the bravest of them all but he couldnt just forget everything Negan did in that night, killed his best friend, and be subject to Negan.
He couldnt actually do that, right?
Was he just playing a game or was he actually making a whole new beginning?
You had no idea and all those questions kept going through your mind while Negan walked with you back to his and now also your room..

part 11


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Chandelier

A/N: Spencer x Reader

And a bit more autobiographical than I’d like from a part of my life I said goodbye to ten years ago.

Party girls don’t get hurt
Can’t feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down

You applied your make up carefully, making sure the shadows under your eyes were covered up. You’d rolled in at around five am this morning, at least you thought that had been the time. You couldn’t actually remember even leaving the club. Prentiss and Garcia had been alarmed at the amount you were knocking back, trying to convince you to switch to water but you were having any of it. Plus, it wasn’t like you couldn’t handle it, your body was used to it now.

You’d slept most of the day, waking up to a phone call from one of your gym buddies Heather. She wanted to go out drinking again, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend and needed to drown her sorrows. You could understand that sentiment, in fact that was pretty much your life right now. Since you’d broken up with your boyfriend Nick ten months ago you’d spent nearly every Friday and Saturday night that you could, out on the town. If Penelope and Emily didn’t want to join you, you had plenty of other friends who would, especially if you were buying.

It wasnt like you had a problem, you just didn’t particularly enjoy spending your nights alone. And it wasn’t like you were going home every night from work and getting sloshed either, just the one glass of wine or two. It helped….it helped you sleep, helped numb the feeling of loneliness you felt. It didn’t impede on your ability to work at all, although there'dbeen the odd morning when you’d had to get a cab in because you didn’t feel safe to drive. But that wasn’t a hangover, it was just a migraine. And the time you’d had to pull over to vomit into the gutter had been a dodgy burrito, nothing to do with the previous nights festivities.

I’m the one “for a good time call”
Phone’s blowin’ up, ringin’ my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love

Slipping into your dress and heels you made the final adjustments to your look, sipping on the vodka and coke that you were pre drinking before calling a cab and heading out.

The bar that Heather had told you to meet her in was crowded although you were surprised when you instantly spotted a familiar face. Spencer Reid, your friend and colleague was in a booth by the door talking with another male. This was NOT the type of bar you expected to see him in on a Saturday night so you made your way over to him.

“Hey Spencer!”

“Y/N, hi! I thought you and the girls went out last night? Is it tonight, I’ll come say hello.” He and his friend stopped talking to greet you, you feeling the other man’s eyes checking you out.

“Haha, it was last night. I’m here to meet another friend actually.”

“Ah okay. Well this is Ethan, he and I were in college together,” Reid motioned to his friend.

Ah, so that was why Spencer was here. You greeted Ethan before spotting Heather at the bar, waving and trying to catch your attention. Telling the boys you’d catch them later, you snaked through the crowd to join her, seeing her lining the shots up already.

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

“Hey babe! Boy am I ready for tonight!” Heather kissed your cheek and motioned to the six shots in front of you.

You were always ready for a night like this. It had become your life over the last ten months. You reached for the first shot.

Throw ‘em back, till I lose count

Over the next few hours you and Heather knocked back countless drinks, some paid for with your own cash, others paid for by cute guys or not so cute guys who were trying to pick you both up.

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist

You shimmied together on the dance floor, attracting even more attention as men clambered to be able to dance with the two girls who looked to be having the best time ever.

I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

Because that’s what it would look like to an outside. Like you WERE having the best time ever.

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

Inside though, you were crying. Inside, you hated yourself for making Nick leave you. You hated yourself for needing drink to dull the constant thud of self disgust, that feeling that you’d never be good enough. When you drank, it bought out a different side of you. The fun side, the side that didn’t give a shit.

But I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight

When you drank, you felt able to exist.

Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

As you grinded against Heather on the dance floor you caught eyes with someone over her shoulder. He smiled and raised his eyes brows at you suggestively, licking his lips at you. He looked familiar and it took you a second to realise why.

Sun is up, I’m a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

Three weeks ago you’d woken up in that guys apartment, him passed out and snoring next to you. Your head had been pounding and it had taken every ounce of energy that you had to not vomit onto his bedroom floor at the overwhelming smell of alcohol and sweat that filled the air. Your body had ached and you felt like you’d spent the night riding a horse. You’d winced and grimaced as you’d wobbled around the room collecting your belongings and dressing, sneaking out into the morning light and searching for cab, knowing what a mess you must look.

When you’d stumbled into your apartment, you’d caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Purple bite marks on your neck and shoulder, smudged make up down your cheeks and your hair a birds nest from having someone’s hand fisted into it as they’d thrust into your mouth. You’d felt sick and shakey, knowing there was only one thing that could calm you right then. You’d reached into your refrigerator and pulled out the vodka.

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Pulling Heather back to the bar with you and away from the guy who’s name you could even rememeber, you ordered another round of shots, noting that Spencer was still in the booth by the door with his friend. It was slightly quieter over there and they looked deep in conversation. Good for him, it was nice to see him socialising.

Proffering a twenty to the bartender, he shook it away and motioned to an older guy standing a few feet away. Both you and Heather smiled at the guy and blew him kisses before bringing the shots to your lips and drinking.

Throw 'em back till I lose count

Another hour or so passed by. You’d lost tracked of Heather, she’d got talking to a the man who’d bought you the shots so you’d starting dancing with a group of girls you recognised from various club nights, feeling totally buzzed and wasted.

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist
I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.

You needed to pee again so you pushed through the throng of people making your way to the ladies and going about your business, tidying up your make up as you did. As you stood in front of the mirror you suddenly felt uncomfortably warm and dizzy. You ran cold water over your wrists trying to cool down, before leaving the bathroom and making your way to the front of the club and out the exit.

Once outside, you leant against the brick wall, the cool night air soothing against your skin. Your head was fuzzy and your vision slightly blurred.

“Hey baby, wanna go for another round?”

The guy from three weeks ago had followed you outside and was standing next to you. Stumbling, you moved away from him, walking to the corner of the building and shaking your head.

He followed you. “Hey, I asked you a question? Don’t ignore me. Last time was great baby, you know you want another go, girls like you always do.”

“I… I’m here with someone. I can’t leave….. Without her,” you blinked, trying to focus.

“We don’t have to leave then. This alley way here is just fine.”

But I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down, won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I’m just holding on for tonight

“I don’t want to… Not tonight.” You tried to move back towards the bar but he put his arm out, stopping you and pressing his body against yours, pushing your back to the wall.

“Don’t lie to me sweet thing. You were begging for it last time. Didn’t I make you feel good. You made me feel good.”

He ran his hand over your dress, his hand slipping up underneath the hem. The dress was short so it wasn’t long until his fingers were brushing against your panties.

“No. Not tonight.” You tried to push back, your FBI training lodged somewhere in the back of your inebriated brain. But he was stronger than you and you could barely stand up as it was. You closed your eyes. Perhaps it would just be easier to….

Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down, won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

“She said no.”

Suddenly the guy was hauled away from you and your eyes shot open, seeing the blurry figures of Spencer and his friend. His friend had thrown the guy onto the floor and he quickly picked himself up and scurried away.

“Spencer…. Oh god.” Bile rose in your throat and you turned your body to the side, throwing up on the sidewalk, as you trembled.

“Reid, I think you’d best take her home, do you know her friend’s name? I’ll go inside and find her.”

You could hear the two men talking, feeling a pair of soft hands grasping your hair back as you emptied your stomach onto the concrete.

“She lives across town, no cab will take us. Her friend left a while ago. I’m only a few blocks away. Will you hold her things and hold my badge. Just in case anyone questions this.”

Heather had left? Without telling you?

You’d stopped vomiting and was now shaking. Spencer removed his jacket, handing his FBI badge and he keys to his friend and wrapping his jacket around you.

“Can you walk, Y/N? I’m literally two blocks away from here. I can carry you if not.”

You wanted to go home but your brain couldn’t figure out how to get those words out of your mouth anymore. Your tongue was thick and the world was spinning.

Instead, you just nodded. Spencer placed his arm around your waist and you leant into him, resting your head against him and closing your eyes as your legs somehow managed to carry you the two blocks back to his apartment. That was the last thing you remembered.

On for tonight
'Cause I’m just holding on for tonight
Oh, I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight

You didn’t remember the walk home. You didn’t remember throwing up again on the pavement or falling over and skinning your knee. You didn’t remember Spencer having to carry you up the two flights of stairs to his apartment because you nearly sprained your ankle trying to walk.

You didn’t remember Spencer looking embarrassed as he pulled your vomit stained dress off your body, almost fighting with you to get one of his shirts onto you. And you certainly didn’t remember trying to convince him to sleep with you just because you suddenly felt like you owed him for rescuing you.

Cause I’m just holding on for tonight
'Cause I’m just holding on for tonight
Oh, I’m just holding on for tonight

All you remembered was the overwhelming shame and hatred you felt when you opened your eyes the next morning, Spencer asleep next to you and a bucket on the floor next to the bed. There was a bottle of water and two advil on the table next to you.

Snippets of the previous night came back, the shots, the dancing. Being pushed up against a wall by a guy you’d let fuck you a few weeks ago. Spencer and his friend pulling him off you because you were so wasted that you couldn’t do it yourself.

What would have happened if they hadn’t been there? You knew the answer.

On for tonight
On for tonight

You started to cry.

My Queen

warnings: swearing, sexual references, possible triggers for sexual harassment
description: “God help anyone who disrespected the queen.”

___

“Hey, sweet cheeks!”
“Come over ‘here, baby!”
“Nice tits, hotness!”
“I could teach you nice and proper, babe!”
“Heyyyy, don’t be a bitch baby!!”

You nearly turned around and snarled at the group of men at the table in the corner of the club; the ones with beers in their left hands and whiskeys in their right. But you kept walking, your black heels clicking on the cement floor as you gripped your last tip tightly. You didn’t have to work at the club, or work at all; Joker had made that very clear to you. Yet you chose to, because if you and he had to get out fast you wanted money that wasnt tainted in blood. Of course, you didn’t tell J that, only that you liked to work, which you usually did.

And then there were the assholes who threw perverted glances your way, bloodshot eyes raking your scantily clad body as you passed by. However, most knew who you were, or more importantly, WHO’s you were. Yet somehow these bastards had no clue. You leaned on the bar as the bartender, Mark, gave you a raised eyebrow. “I can cover that table if you like, Y/N. Just cover the bar.”

“Naw, Marky, its fine. Nothin’ I can’t handle.” You replied, reaching over the high marble counter to your tip jar to slide the $10 in. “Just your neighborhood assholes.”

“I’m not worried about you, toots,” The heavy man stated, finishing the Bloody Mary he was making and sliding over to you. “We can’t afford to sell this place and move again, not after last time.”

You rolled your eyes, straightening up from your slouched position. “I’ll be fine.”

Turning towards the men, who openly stared from all the way across the room, you confidently strode over to their table, littered with cigarette butts and stained with the scent of sweat. “Hiya boys, can I refill those drinks for you?”

“Sure ya can, baby,” The one closest to you replied, a smirk on his sweaty face as he reached out to finger the small zipper on the side of your shorts. “If I can refill you.”

You almost slapped his hand away, but reminding yourself that you can’t assault the customers, you put on a fake grin and stared him down. “That’s against my policy, hun, but try Brittney over there. Maybe she’ll take you up on that offer.”

The one on the other side of you, his bald head shining in the neon lights, grinned openly as you felt a sticky hand slide up the side of your fishnetted thigh before settling on your ass, squeezing and groping. “Naw sweet cheeks, I want this hot ass of yours.”

You stood dumbfounded for a second before backing away. “Excuse me,” you said quickly, still moving backwards as their grins and laughs disappeared. You closed your eyes, knowing exactly why.

“Evening, gentlemen.” The raspy voice of your lover put you at ease, as did the smooth hand slipping around your waist from behind. “Hello dollface.”

“Hi J.” You muttered, heart sinking.

“Are these…customers…causing you trouble, my queen?” He rasped in your ear, gently pressing his red lips to the spot behind it that gave you shivers down your spine. “Are they…disrespecting you?”

You slowly, knowing what you would unleash with a simple gesture, nodded. A slow laugh unfurled from the man behind you, one that you knew well. “Ohhhh, my my my.” He wasnt behind you anymore, he was in front of you, back rippling under his white shirt and suspenders. You grabbed the back of his waistband, pressing your forehead against the muscle of his upper back, wanting to feel everything. “You boys…have been very bad. You’ve…disrespected…my dollface. My queen. Do you know what happens when you disrespect my queen?”

You guessed they had shaken their heads, because a laugh rumbled through him again and you grabbed the cool metal gun in his waistband, handing it to your lover as he chuckled. “You meet my wrath.”

Four quick shots and it was over, and you turned your head towards the bar with your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of the recoil and the blood you felt spatter your shoes. Opening your eyes, you saw Mark mouth at you from the bar, “I told you so.”

Maybe he did, but you would have done it anyway. Because you wouldnt admit it to anyone, but J knew.

He knew that you loved it.

Run... Run and Never Look Back

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: @amanda-teaches-Ok, I just spent 10 minutes trying to think of a request because I know you’re bored and I want to be helpful. I’m coming up blank. How about a Dean x Reader where the reader is being held by demons and Dean gets thrown in the cell with her. They meet/bond/escape together/whatever. Is that any good at all?

Warnings: Language, angst, blood, violence, fluff.

Word Count: 1,383 

A/N: Well I hope you like this. Honestly the endings a hot mess but I tried. As always feedback’s welcome and enjoy

Originally posted by winsmut

Branches lashed out at your face. Your lungs were burning and your muscles quivered from fatigue. You couldn’t stop, you had managed to escape but that didn’t mean you were free. The demons that had been your captors for the past week were hot on your trail and if they caught you, you would never see the light of day again. Digging deep, you ran even harder. Your body was weak and your strength was beginning to fail. Stumbling, you fell to the ground. The impact was jarring but you forced yourself to get up. Brushing yourself off you looked around. Trees stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. You were lost and you had no idea if you were running in the right direction.

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Scars

Arno Dorian x Reader

A/N: Phew! I finally did it! Here’s the request for that sweet anon. I’m sorry if it took so long, but school is literally tearing me apart. Anyway, I hope you’ll like it! Sorry for some mistakes, if you’ll find it. I’m dying of lack of sleep…

“You just can’t, can you?”
You sighed, a worried look on your features. It wasn’t the first time Arno come back with wounds, but you were started to getting very tired.
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad.” You smacked his arm and then kept cleaning his wounds.  “You know, that hurt.” He said, looking at you with wide eyes, like he couldn’t understand your reaction. You lifted your eyes to the sky. “Oh, shush it. For someone who barely care about his well-being, I have to say you complain a lot”
“Usually nurses aren’t so mean with their patients”
“Who said I am your nurse?” You  retorted, trying to hide your smile. Arno looked at you with mirth in his eyes, without even bothering speaking.
You knew you were thinking the same thing. He would run for his chore for all Paris, and very often he would come to the Café with cuts and scrapes all over him; some more graver, some less. 

“I am serious, Arno. Why you won’t listen to me?”

“Like I said, it’s not a big deal, chérie.” You shook your head. “This is the fourth time in this week. I fixed those wounds a few days ago, I can still see the stitches.” 

He just shrugged and you nearly groaned. With an huff, you gently pressed a cloth damp with ointment to his torso, studing the rest of it. There were few cuts, but you didn’t need to sitch them.
“Turn around.” You could see him raise his eyebrows. “What makes you think I need medication even on my back?”
“Because I could see the blood all over your clothes.”
“That was not mine” You moaned, exasperated. “For once, just once, could you do as I say?” He looked at you and you held his stare, the cloth still in your hand. Arno moved, showing you his shoulders. Saying that you didn’t actually enjoying the view was a lie,  a bad one too judging the blush that appeared over your cheeks. It was a good thing he wasn’t facing you; you couldn’t bear his teases and you could understand deeply why your body has to betray you so much.
You run a gently hand over his sore muscles, cleaning the dry blood on his skin and stitiching a particular wound that runned on his left side. Arno whined softly, tensing under your touch.
“I am hurting you?”
He shook his head, trying to look at you. You pressed your hand on his cheek, causing his head to move. “I suggest you to do not move, unless you want me to mess up this”
“You couldn’t mess up, chérie”
You bit your lip, a smile growing all over your face. “How did that happen, anyway? Pick again a little fight?”
“You know, accident like this happen. I’m not the first; I won’t be the last. Especially on a mission” You muffled your laugh, while kept working on his wounds.
After you finished, you were supposed to retire your hands from his warm skin; instead you find yourslef running your fingertips over his scars, gently.
“You have plenty of them.”
Arno didn’t reply, instead leaning in your touch, your hands traced the one that was between his back and his right shoulder. You slowly caressed it and you felt him shiver.
“Do you remember how did you got this one?”
“Not exactly. I got many of them during fights, but I tend to not remember or count all my scars.” You were lost in your thoughts, while looking at his scarred skin. He was full of wounds; some of theme weren’t even visible. You bit your lower lip, again.
Both of your lives weren’t easy, they’ve never been easy; especially Arno’s. You could literally see the proof on his own body, those scars told many different stories and all of them was a different learned lession.
“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”
His voice brought you back to reality. He was looking at you almost hesitantly, like he was expecting something from you.
You smiled at him. “Oh, this and that. Mostly, you need to listen to me more. I’m going to ask for a salary next time you’ll need me as a nurse” He smiled, an amused expression on his face.
“And I thought you did all this because you loved me”
You took his face in your hands, matching his own smile as well.
“Pardonnez-moi, monsier. I cannot make privileges” Without even notice of your actions, you pressed you lips on the scar on his face, in a gently and soft kiss. You could feel him relaxing on your touch, his arms slowly reaching you and pulling you closer to him, his lips pressed on the top of your head.
“Now, what about a warm bath? And oh, some wine. We both need to relax, ma chérie.”
You smiled, your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck “I don’t know. I’m quite comfortable here.”
Arno lifted your head to his, capturing your lips with his own. It was just a simple contact of lips, but you were suprised of how much you craved for his touches.
“I’m sure you are, mon amour.”

Perhaps you truly needed that warm bath…

anonymous asked:

I just read a post about the different Splinters, and the OP basically went on and on about how 2012 Splinter was the crappiest ever. No parent is perfect, but I guess they think Splinter actually disciplining his children is abuse. True, he wasn't fully honest about the issue with him and Shredder/Shen, but he is flawed and I'm sure had justifiable reasons. But implying he's abusive I think is taking it too far.

I too saw that, and that is the views of others, I cannot change that, but I do understand both points.

See in Asia, their discipline is way stricter then ours, which is why it may look like abuse to those who do not understand the Japanese culture and their ways. Ill assume that OP is an american, like myself, and if not, so sorry about that. Which is why they see it as abuse. I see it as discipline and do not hold Yoshi accountable for his actions.

We must remember, he was BORN and RAISED in japan, he was TRAINED under a MASTER just like the turtles. He is going off by what his SENSEI brought to him, just as the turtles might one day do with their children, and I believe the turtles will have that kind of happiness, cause why the hell not. Turtles deserve that too.

Anyways, I can see why others see that Splinter is abusive, they dont understand. And thats okay. He may have done wrong, but in his eyes, he thought he was doing right, and he is FAR FROM PERFECT, but he has been caring and loving. I have multiple examples of where his father side takes control. Not with just Leo either. He has given each son his time and attention, maybe not a lot of the times, but as I always say, the fans gotta do some work to, they wont show a lot of moments on screen, due to plot, time, ect. So thats where we fans take the time to make those little father to son moments happen off screen, if that makes sense at all.

Here let me list some examples:

Leo:

Season 1- 3: He was always there for guidance, no matter what, he always let Leo vent and express how he was feeling, his worries about being leader and he was there to give advice when needed, he was also there to help with Leo’s girl problem when it made itself known, Splinter may let Leo express his feelings, but he will be the most stern towards his oldest son, for the fact that Leo is the oldest. But I never saw much of his “abuse” come out in the later seasons. If you actually notice, Splinter becomes more trusting of Leo’s actions and decisions with every season, he stops questioning, and in return Leo flourishes into the Leader he is now.

Season 4: I wanted to sepreate this season from the other three, for the soul fact that even in spirit, Splinter was still with Leo. In a way, he was making Leo sane through the space arc, he was healing his son, even though he wasnt actually there. Leo was broken, and still needed his father, and I really think in spirit, Splinter was there. Even if it was just a hologram.

Raph:

Seaons 1-3: These seasons really focused on Splinter and him scolding Raph about his anger issues, which considering what happened with him and his own past, I can see why Splinter is so hard on his hot headed son, deep down he’s terrified of Raph going through that kinda thing. He probably even sees Shredder when Raph starts going crazy with such anger towards Leo. Its why he was always on Raph, and maybe he could of handled that better, but in his own way he was struggling to prevent history repeating itself. The last thing he could bare is to see that happen to his own children.

Season 4: We actually recieved a nice little episode that had a Raph and Splinter scene, but instead of the usual anger stuff, he actually helped Raph to overcome his phobia. And that was a nice change. It was great to see that dad side come out again.

Donnie:

Now here is where it gets tricky.

Season 1: We had an episode of where Donnie was trying something new, of course it didnt have much of splinter in it except for when he’s okaying his sons request about his new weapon, but I remember at the end where Donnie’s brothers were about to become Kraang toast, Splinter came in and gave Donatello the hard truth and said when Donnie really needed to hear at that point, which gave his son the….confidence? he strongly needed.

Season 2: Splinter was there when Donnie was obsessing with April, of course seeing your son beating himself up over his first friend, can make any parent intervene. He taught Donnie a lesson and in the end when Donnie was about to loose hope, he said to Donnie the famous words, “Never give up hope” which gave Donnie the hope he needed. So in his own way, he was always there for Donnie.

Now in the other two seasons, there wasnt many moments of Donnie and him that I can remember, now if you guys have any you can remember then feel free to add some! 

Mikey:

Now here comes the baby of the family, of course he had moments with master Splinter in season 1, but we must not forget the moment in season 3 where Splinter go hurt by Slash and Mikey was willing to stay with him, right by his side, it was a small moment, but it was a moment. Also lets not forget the emotional moment at the season 3 finale.

Mikey had more emotional moments with Splinter then all of them if you wanna get more technical about it. Even though it wasnt shown a lot, we know Mikey and Splinter had some moments.

Mikey and Donnie with Rat Daddy:

Lets also not forget the amount of hugs they do

Season 1:

Season 2:

Season 3:

Season 4:

Not only he was a father to his own boys but he also took in April as his own, trained her, and considered her as his child.

And of course his bond with his own blood child. The child he thought he would never see again…

I can list a lot about the 2012 Splinter, yes he disciplines tough, but his love is unconditional, he’s always there when they needed him, wheather it was a kick in the butt or wise words, he is always there, no matter what.

He is no abuser, if he was abusive, he wouldnt dare let the turtles express their feelings like they do with no consequences, no if he was abusive, he’d be Shredder. Calling Splinter abusive is basically calling him Shredder.

There is a big, A HUGE difference between abuse, and being a strict father.

Compare Splinter with how Shredder treated Karai, then talk, and if they still say Splinter is an “abusive” father, then thats their opinions, let them be. We cant do nothing more to change that.

Also theres one more thing I love to add to this…..

About Splinter focusing on Leo, thats not just in TMNT 2012, if you venture back theres multple verses where its Splinter with Leo. 

Hell thats what 2003 vers was mainly about, was Leo and Splinter, but mainly Leo. There were only a few episodes where I saw Splinter connect with his other sons, so dont hold that to just the 2012 Splinter, because EVERY version is that way, Leo HAS ALWAYS been the one that Splinter mainly focuses on, and it makes sense, Leo is and will always be the leader, so of course he will always be the one who gets more attention, more pressure, and more moments, sorry that i burst that bubble. But I did. I did my history. So dont go there, dont use that as some reason to say Splinter 2012 can go to hell, and bull like that. 

I dont care if you hate him or like him, but dont single him out in that department, finish your research, I mean for god sakes watch the 2003 vers, That one is the main one that focuses on Leo!!! I think thats why its my least favorite verse. It drove me bonkers. haha. And the IDW I dislike really, I think thats actually the only Splinter I actually dont like. 

Okay I think my damage is done here.

No offences was intended, sorry if you got offended. If you wanna discuss more stuff like this or fangirl with me, feel free to inbox me!

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Better Place - Bruce Banner x Reader

Originally posted by phanitori

Words: 963
Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark
Warnings: One swear word? (I think), lil baby sad, cheesy af
Requested by: anon
Hi there! Can I request a bruce banner x (f) reader based on song- better place by rachel platten. And they’re already a couple but bruce feels like he isn’t good enough for her. And the reader will do anything to prove him wrong. And can you pretty please make it a lot of fluff. Thank you. P/s: your blog is super amazing!
Authors Note: HOLY SHIT THIS ONE WASNT POSTED AT 11 GUYS MARK THIS IN HISTORY LILLY IS POSTING AT A 8:39 PM WHICH NEVER SEEMS TO HAPPEN ANYMORE! Also this is a song fic based off of the song above ^^ And you can check it out here!

Masterlist. Request List.


You woke up to the sunshine in your eyes- which seemed to happen more and more recently- all on accident. You had been going to sleep at strange times which caused you to wake up at strange times, which was strange for you.

Before a few weeks ago, you and your boyfriend would go to bed at the same time and talk for anywhere up to an hour, and wake up at the same time. He was always the one to shut the curtains before you two went to sleep, and you would be the one to open them when you awoke.

But recently, he hasn’t been coming to bed, so he never closed the curtains. You hadn’t been able to find him without contacting FRIDAY; he seemed to be avoiding you. You were beginning to get scared of what was going on with him, and if you did something wrong.

You took a deep breath and went to walk out of your room. Your routine without Bruce has gotten boring, and even sad. You would get breakfast in your pajamas, get dressed and ready for the day, then do your job as the facilities part-time nurse (for those missions that don’t end so well) and part-time scientist (how you met Bruce even!).

Bruce wasn’t even in the same lab as you anymore. You, Tony and Bruce used to work in the same place. But one day, Bruce stopped showing up to the lab. That was when you noticed he started to distance himself from you.

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Somethings bothering me about that helmet...

You all know the one.

In the very last scene of the very last episode that hinted to a new villain of the the next series, the one dominator walks past.

Yeah this one.

At least, i think its a helmet right?

I mean we all thought that this helmet was more evidence to the hater is a monkey theory right? And i’m not saying it isn’t, its got his fancy green electric powers lighting it up after all. But until i took the time to actually look at this thing, i thought it was this helmet:

Now call me out if i’m wrong, but now that i look at it this helmet its a completely different shape!! and the glass section takes up half of the helmet. sure maybe the first helmet is facing the wrong way up but i think that we’d be able to see at least a teeny part of that glass visor.

but hang on let me get another look at this thing.

ok i’m just gonna straight up say that this isn’t a helmet.

i mean i’m probably not the first to say it but c’mon!! look at this thing!!!

where is the neck room?? the space where a neck would be is covered by metal with wires sticking out, and theres no eye visor!! that gap in the metal where someone would look through is clearly where that metal piece next to it would slot back into!!

but it does have that same american flag that we have seen on the monkeys space suit. so they’re obviously associated…

maybe it’s an escape pod?…

i can find that far more believable than this being a helmet, and from what Craig Mccraigen recently said about a possible redemption arc for Hater:

Hater is 100% involved somehow, whether he’s the monkey or not (tbh though i’m betting my money that he is)

and this is wHY I NEED A SEASON THREE

How I Got a 5 on the (hard) AP Euro Exam

One question ive been asked constantly since the 2015 AP Euro scores came out is “How did YOU come out with a 5?” Its not posed as a mean question, but theres this perception that if you are the type of person to get a 5 you have to be super studious, no fun, no boyfriend/girlfriend, loser, no life just hardcore study study study. And…i’m not that kinda student. In fact, i didnt even become a “good” student until maybe the beginning of junior year, to be honest. I had a very small AP Euro class (8 people i mean) and i was one of two people who had a five in the class. The other girl was…kinda what i described about. All her life was all about studying, she took all APs, didnt hang out with people, she even told me once she only went to after school clubs just enough to have them count on her common app for college, not for actual enjoyment… i’m not like that. not by a long shot- so in order to help others in prep for AP Euro, here’s my advice on how I got a 5. (and some advice on what not to do, based on the other people in my class)

Find a motivation

My teacher said he thought i could only score a 3, maybe a four. I wanted to prove him wrong.

Dont listen to haters

My biggest hater was my boyfriend, actually (just for reference we were in the same class). While i was working my ass off everyday, always reading my Crash Course or my Princeton all i would hear from him is “i dont know why you’re studying so hard” “you’re making yourself sick, you need to stop.” “It’s all pointless, its either you know it or you dont.” “Youre studying so much and getting so anxious, here i am playing video games and not giving a shit and im sure im gonna be fine on the test because im not stressed out like you are” Granted, at the time he was going through his parents divorce and i think he was partially taking it out on me- but thats hard to hear from anyone, especially your boyfriend you’ve been dating for years. I was working so hard and studying so hard because i wanted a good score, not even a 5, i just really wanted a 4, at least- and then you hear that discouragement and…it sucks. At the time while it hurt i didnt pay it anymind and still worked as hard as i did and then fast forward to result day… I got the 5. He got a 1. And he cried, i swear to you, he cried. I didnt play the “i told you so game, though i did think so.” To people who work hard, you’ll be rewarded. If you slack and think its all gonna come to you…its not.

Actually read those study books (and heres what i read)

Who wants to hear you actually have to work? Yes..you do. Even if you have a great teacher, youre gonna need to supplement that class time with actual work. My school gave us 4 books in total: two textbooks- Mckay and Kagan, and two study guides- The Princeton Review (long) and the Crash Course book (short review) I read both of the guides…all the way through. Crazy right? I would just read them in my spare time- bus ride home? Lets read about the War of 1812 cause im kinda fuzzy on it. To me, i like history so it wasnt a complete chore, but if you want a good score its good to know your content. And after reading those two, i KNEW European History. If you arent so lucky to have access to review books, message me in my ask and i will give you my links to the pdf version.

…and watch those study videos

This one i dont think is so bad. Honestly you can just play them in the background while you do other things, and having things explained by a teacher online isnt so bad. I recommend

Tom Richey’s Videos (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIcmPM0zwQQ&list=PLfzs_X6OQBOxudw-bxvxBuTWvh6bwaVhQ)

annnd Crash Course’s select videos on euro history (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjEGncridoQ&list=PLO0R3oPRL55yxFBqtxvWyN0CQZ-iSre8m)

…and even sign up for those tumblr AP Euro guides.

does this seem excessive? maybe a bit, but its good to have people who are going or have gone through the same class- even my studyblr might help. Sometimes its easier to review when you have funny gifs or jokes in the middle of your review session,just to lighten the edge. Here’s a list of AP Euro blogs i followed

http://awyeahapeuro.tumblr.com/

http://easyeuro.tumblr.com/

http://thecrashcourse.tumblr.com/

http://apbymichelle.tumblr.com/

http://pbsthisdayinhistory.tumblr.com/ (not exactly AP euro, but you’ll find some interesting things that might help you on the test.

It helps if you’ve taken an AP before, not gonna lie

Its going to be a lot harder for you if youve never had an ap class before. Thats the hard truth about it, its not going to be easy, and some people cant deal with that. Theres a lot more work and a lot more pressure. Can you handle that? I want to warn you. AP teachers will be up your ass. They will give you huge packets of work and expect it done when they ask you for it. They will not accept regular essays, they will accept AP essays. They will give you twice the work of a regular class, and expect it due on the same time. You actually have to work hard if you want to get a 5. A lot of people get fustrated with the work and get angry, but thats the reality of AP work and also there is a reward at the end of the tunnel, trust me.

An interesting tidbit: during the essay portion of the test, me and alex (the only other girl who got a 5) were the last people to finish

little interesting thing. The essay portion of the test is about 120 minutes. The people who got failed were done the first, within about 40 minutes and were confident. The people that did okay were done at about an hour. But me and alex took the longest to finish (about 115 minutes) and wrote about 12 pages in total for the 3 essays. Coincedence? just take your time and reeaally plan out your essays. Here was my strategy: since for ⅔ essays youre allowed a choice of what to write, for any essay you think you can write about in the margins try to write about 3 examples for it, if you cant do it, find another essay to write.

Come into it with a good attitude….but be aware you’re gonna have some major anxiety

This is a stressful class, but its worth it. Trust me, you’ll learn a lot, i promise you.

I kept my AP schedule manageable

A lot of people i know who take APs go crazy and take a bunch. If you can, try to keep a somewhat managable schedule. For example, in sophmore year i took 1 AP, junior year: 2 APs, senior year: 3 APs. Also, they should be classes you have strength in, like if your good at history take history classes.

dont cheat.

you ever hear cheaters never prosper? Its true. You’re not gonna learn the material, and you’re teacher might find out. Which will make him a whole lot harder on you then others. Trust me. And you want your teacher to like you, he’ll let you off a lot easier when you fuck up.

relax and be a teenager for once

in the end, if you work your ass off for too long a period of time you will burn out. Burnouts not fun, ive seen my friends go through it. One time my friend was doing a presentation where she had a wrong fact that the teacher jokingly pointed out and she ran out of the class into the bathroom to vomit. When you pressure yourself so much you can really hurt yourself.

KNOW YOUR TREATIES. Know em’. Do it.

Theyre the hardest thing to remember so of course theyre tested the hardest. Look in the Crash course book for a helpful list.

Watch out for your physical and emotional health

really. Eat right, try to walk a little, stretch after a long studying session. try to meditate. relax. breathe. love yourself, dearies

And you better not stop after learning WWII history

the test makers know most AP classes will only get up to about post WWII history. Dont slack, read bout the Cold War, read bout the Euro law, dont stop, because they will expect you too.

AND ALWAYS STUDY RUSSIA AND WOMEN.

know about russia, know about women. Its the most frequently tested things on any test.

lil-ustrate  asked:

First off I'd like to say your art is absolutely amazing and I love it! And second, as a still developing artist myself, I tend to get really picky with my work sometimes and then end up frustrated when it doesn't go well 😓 Do you have any tips on just relaxing when it comes to my work rather then stressing over every little detail?

it’s common to get frustrated, sadly every artist goes thru it and believe me if i wasn’t such a frustrated person there’d be 80% more content in this blog

i dont know how i can help you in particular, artists can get frustrated for very different things!! i can tell you what frustrates me and how i deal with it, yeah? i hope it helps any sort of way

  1. dont, absolutely dont stay hours without breaks on the same work. this is the number one way to get angry at what youve done. the longer you stay fixated on one thing, the more you realize the mistakes, and the less you progress because you just keep being held back to correct these mistakes. now, im not saying you shouldnt correct them, but sometimes its better to go around them; finish your picture! get through with it and see how everything looks. once its done? take a got damn break. play a game, read a book, a fic, go for a walk. when you come back, you’ll be refreshed, and you’ll see your mistakes in a different light and you’ll have regained motivation to fix them.
  2. correlated to the last point, dont make a fixation on details that you know aren’t your forte! if you just cant get it right, you wont get it right by pushing and pushing for hours. the longer you stay on one thing, the more your perception of it will twist and become subjective. just leave it. the only way to get better at it is most obviously to practice. and practice =/= perfection.
  3. noticing mistakes after you posted a pic? noticed something on art you did a week ago? don’t correct it. keep it. keep your mistakes. look at them and remember that its a thing youve done, and that now that youve noticed it, you wont do it again, you can correct it on your next piece. dont feel ashamed of what youve done, your brain will think “everyone will notice this mistake” but chances are just 1 out of 100 fools will because theyre more amazed by the whole picture than this little detail. and fuk people who make fun of your mistakes, cuz theyre unappreciative little jerks for the effort you’ve put into doing everything else and its just one detail thats wrong so what does it even matter
  4. DONT!!! DONT THROW YOUR OLD ART!!!! its a primary source of satisfaction. dont you ever feel proud when you put your old art side by side with your latest piece and jsut think “s/o to my brain for remodelling itself to allow me to get better at this”
  5. mostly when i feel like im having a bad art day, i just accept it. it happens to the best of us, its normal. what to do? leave it. if you really feel like after 10 doodles (cause you really need at least a few doodles here and there to check if youre really having a bad art day) youre just really not winging it, let loose and come back after a few hours. its ok to give up, i knnow a lot of posts out there say DONT GIVE UP!! which just makes people feel worse when they do, but look, its fine. youre not being timed. you have all the time to get better, so its fine to give up for a few because its just not sinking in.
  6. get inspired. and heres where it may vary for some people; some artists get motivated by looking at ‘better’ artists (i know a friend like that n it amazes me) and just whip up a pencil and get to it. some people on the contrary get dejected when they see ‘better’ artists, (and, listen, your ‘level of goodness’ is a fully subjective concept, even if in some technicality it can be objective, but dont just judge how good you are based on how you perceive other’s art), if you’re one of those people, then dont go looking around tumbler, watch movies. read books. you dont need to look at other drawings/paintings to get inspired, inspiration comes from anything. from real life too!! get inspired by things that dont concern drawing.
  7. people might look scornfully at this one, but its not a bad thing to do; theres other artists out there yeah? they make mistakes too. look out for them. notice them. no, dont go and tell them ‘you did this’ thats not what youre doing it for, most artist dont want to hear about it unless its from a trusted friend, youre doing it to prevent from doing it yourself. someone did this mistake before you did it, and you have it presented to yourself so you wont do it in your turn. i do get a lot of my energy from looking at others’ mistakes and actively working my way around those. and look, by posting your pictures that have mistakes, you may also actively help other artists who will notice that mistake and help them realize not to do it. im sure my art has TONS of mistakes and i hope when ppl see them its helpful in a way. does this look like a mean and selfish method to you? its fine, you dont gotta!
  8. lastly, the hardest thing to accept is critics and foreign point of views. when i show what i drew to my non-artist parents, they just say “nice” and yes, it feels like they dont fucking care. well, keep on showing it to other people, theres bound to be someone who will be head over heels, dont give up at the first opinion! the one that will gloat over your work is the one who will help you the most to continue. as for critics? yes, there will be those nagging people who will say “this looks odd” they may generally not mean bad, and even if they do, ignore it. its just this one dink who thinks theyre entitled to tell what is good or bad. but to those who dont mean bad, there might be a reason why they think something looks odd. well, look into it. look what your art gives off that they might think is weird, make a mistakes checklist, sometimes its not even the details but the composition, the overall picture. sometimes it doesnt quite fit. you may have drawn everything perfectly, but the composition is bad. yes, that happens! you can be excellent with anatomy but suck at making a good picture. remember to always cool your brain off that picture for a few hours and come back to it, a refreshed mind is sharper to mistakes and oddities.

hope this helped, boy, i wasnt expecting to write SO much. keep on rocking that art buddy

Psycho!calum || part four

He loved everything about her, except the fact she wasnt his.

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SLIGHT SMUT

part one | part two | part three

Drawers were being opened and closed as Calum rummaged through his clothes, cursing to himself not being able to find his shirt and being an hour late to practice due to what happened yesterday night. 

Y/n was scrunched up in bed buried underneath the white sheets with only strains of her hair sticking out. She groaned hearing her boyfriend making such a mess. Y/n yawned, pushing the cover aside, sitting up slightly, seeing her boyfriend’s bare back facing her, wearing his black skinny jeans that hanged below his waist, showing the outline of his boxers. She was enjoying the view of Calum tossing clothes on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she rasped, rubbing her eyes. He turned towards her having a sense of relief. “Oh, that’s where it went.” he pointed out ,smiling faintly. 

“Huh?”

“The shirt you’re wearing.” y/n glanced noticing that her in his navy blue ‘Maine’ shirt that was like a dress to her. “Oh, you want it back?” smiling seductively at him. 

Calum just gave her a smirk, walking over to his side of the bed laying next to his girlfriend. She wrapped her legs around his waist supporting herself up taking a comfortable seat right below his belt line. “So last night was fun.” she winked, tracing her finger over his bruised collar bone down to his toned torso. 

“It was, wasnt it.” Calum purred, grabbing her ass. “Watching you scream my name as I fucked you from behind.” She moaned remembering the way last night played out. How demanding Calum was followed by sweaty bodies and moans that filled the apartment.

Y/n pressed her lips against his, her hair flowing to the side of her face as Calum deepened the kiss in a needy way. She moved her hips rubbing against his hard on smiling to herself of how Calum threw his back against the pillow muttering curse words. His cold hands traveled up her shirt, sending shivers down her spine, she lifted her arms up as Calum removed the shirt, throwing it somewhere with the other pile of clothes. His eyes widen seeing how perfect her beast were, how perfect she was. 

Y/n squealed being turned to have her back on the bed and having Calum this time being on top. Calum stopped for a second to just admire her y/e/c eyes becoming lost in them. They both smiled, letting out a small smile. 

“God I love you.” he breathed tracing wet kisses down her collar bone down to her chest, kissing around her breast as he played with her clothed clit rubbing in harsh circles. Y/n sucked in her breathe arching her back, whispering his name. His fingers hooked onto the band of her blue lace panties, y/n lifted her hips as he slowly slid them down her legs. “So wet for me princess.” he cooed collecting her wetness from his middle finger.

Y/n breathed heavily having her eyes shut shying away closing her legs slightly. “Look at me when I’m touching you.” he growled spreading her legs, y/n murmured a small ‘fuck’ opening her eyes getting lost in Calum’s brown lust eyes moaning his name as he slipped two fingers in causing y/n to scream his name in complete ecstasy. “Fuck, Calum!”

“You like that princess?” he smirked moving faster as his thumb worked on her clit. Calum loved watching her eyes shut, biting her bottom lip trying to not scream louder.

Something buzzed his front pocket knowing pissed off Fedly was wondering if Calum was even going to show. Calum mentally cursed at himself having to stop, y/n whimpered feeling empty. “I’m sorry princess-guess we’ll have to finish this later.” he winked tasting her juices. 

Y/n sat up watching her boyfriend grabbing the first shirt he saw. “I’ll be rehearsing with the boys if you need me.” kissing her softly on the nose. 

“Okay, have fun rocker boy.” smiling as he walked out the bedroom door.  


The boys practiced for hours, writing new songs and coming up with new melodies for the next album. Luke sat on the couch constantly checking his phone wondering if he would ever get a text back from y/n or at least anyone close to her. 

“Stop worrying, she’s fine.” Michael said suddenly knowing the look of his face. 

“It’s been over a month. She could have at least say something.” 

Calum figured it wouldnt be a huge deal telling y/n where she was since she had no memory of him, or the fact that he even existed. “She’s at my place.” Calum said casually playing his bass. 

The boys looked at him wondering to why he never told anyone. “Since when!” Luke questioned. 

“For a while now.” 

“And you didnt fucking tell me!” he angered. Calum shrugged not giving him answer, he just left in the middle of rehearsal heading straight for Calum’s place.

“Calum what the hell.” Ashton said right after Luke left, “We were all worried.” 

“She’s fine, seriously. Luke might not be though.” 

Ashton looked confused not knowing what he meant. “Why-wait you guys are fucking dating!” 

“Uh-yeah.” Calum admitted. 

“You know Luke is going to fucking kill you, he loves her. Like loves.” Michael emphasized. 


Luke banged on the door a dozen times knowing y/n had to be home. He heard the door unlocking and so he stopped knocking, standing close. Y/n peaked open seeing a tall lanky blonde stand in front of her with a sense of happiness but quickly turned to confusion seeing her wear one of his shirt, probably knowing something was happening between the two of them. “Oh hi, can I help you?” she asked leaning on the door frame. 

“Y/n, what happened to you, you havent answered your phone in forever. I was worried sick. Everyone is.” 

Y/n had no idea what he was talking about or even who he was. “I’m sorry, who are you.” This had to be some sort of sick joke, how could she not remember what they had together. “Your-boyfriend Luke. Y/n are you okay.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m already dating someone.” 

“What-Calum!” he shouted choosing not to believe it, Calum wouldnt hide something like this from this.

“You know him?” 

“We play in the same band y/n.” he said, Luke was thinking something had happened to her where she couldnt remember anything. Maybe amnesia. 

Y/n whispered a small ‘oh’ knowing there was a fourth member but she didnt know her. “How did you and Calum even-” Luke trailed off. Y/n wasnt sure how her and Calum came to be, it’s a blur. 

“I-we-” trying to remember but nothing. 

“You know what, forget it.” walking away from her heartbroken and beyond pissed at Calum. He was at a complete lost to why she would just leave for Calum. 

A/N: holy shit i realized i havent updated this in a month… i had writers block for the longest time for this. 

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Too Close for Comfort

First of all, Happy Birthday to @cellard00rs!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

She is an amazing writer and you should all check her out!

This is my gift to her!! Present age Stan and Ford become trapped in an elevator together, takes place before Weirdmageddon. I worked one of my favourite stancest songs into this fic, Earth Angel by The Penguins.

(Yes I know I’ve already talked about this song on my blog, but I just really like this song with this ship, ok? If y'all wanna fight about it come find me at Circle Park at three o'clock and we can settle it there)

Enjoy!!

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What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader (Taehyung is a main character as well)

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 2297

Part 3/?

Warnings - Sexually Explicit Content (Y/n Is a stripper)

A/n -Just as a disclaimer I want everyone to remember that this is FANFICTION. So even though Taehyung is a complete jerk in this series, we all know that he is an amazingly sweet person and nothing like how hes portrayed here. Thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  

I woke to the sun shining brightly through my window. I was excited because today was my first day off in a while. Today was the day that I was going to pamper myself.

I went to get my nails and hair done and did a bit of shopping. I knew it was important to take care of myself and Tae never forgot to remind me of that fact.

After everything was finished, it was around six and I headed home. I wondered if my boyfriend would be there or out taking care of business.

To my surprise he was home. I entered the house taking off my shoes at the entrance and walking into the kitchen where I heard movement.

Taehyung was standing in front of the stove so I walked over to him wrapping my arms around his torso from behind.

“Hey sexy.” He said when he realized it was me.

“What is this, are you actually cooking me dinner?” I asked amazed by the kind gesture.

“Yes I am, you’ve been working really hard lately and I wanted to do something special for you.” He said.

“That’s so sweet Tae.” I said kissing him on the cheek.

“Go sit at the table, It’s almost ready.” He said as he grabbed plates out of the cabinet.

“Wow you’re even going to serve me? There has to be some sort of catch to this.” I sat down at the table and waited for him to bring me my food.

He carried over our plates and we began to have a decent meal. It had been so long since we had sat down together to enjoy a meal, Taehyung was so busy that we hardly spent quality time together.

“How was your day?” He asked.

“Good I bought some cute outfits that I can use at the club.” I said.

“Buying clothes to impress your little boyfriend from last night?” He asked.

“My boyfriend?”

“Don’t see that guy anymore.” He demanded out of the blue.

“Which boy are you referring to?” I asked.

“The boy from last night who you exchanged numbers with. You didn’t think I saw that did you?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh you mean Jungkook. We exchanged numbers just in case he comes to town again, he isn’t from here.” I told him.

“You know y/n I don’t like it when you do sneaky things.” He said in a disapproving tone.

“Tae what are you talking about? I wasn’t trying to be sneaky, I just thought - ”

“Delete his number.”

“Okay fine, I’ll delete it.” It annoyed me that he was getting so upset that I had one guy’s number. He had so many girl’s numbers that I had lost count.

“Good girl.” He said as he continued to eat his food.

“You know, it bothers me when you get jealous of customers Tae. You know that I would never cheat on you. Don’t you trust me?” I asked.

“Of course I trust you baby. I know you would never cheat on me after all I’ve done for you. It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. I see the way he looks at you, I don’t like it at all.”

“I’m a stripper and I’m nearly naked when he sees me. Of course he stares at me.” I replied back.

“I’m finished with this conversation. How does the food taste?” He asked calmly.

Another one of my boyfriend’s annoying habits, changing the subject whenever he felt necessary. If Taehyung said the conversation was over than the conversation was over, no questions asked.

“Fine, but I have a favor to ask.”

“What is it?”

“I know it’s not my place but I have a friend who really needs a job. She’s a great dancer, if you hired her I would really appreciate.” I told him getting up from my seat to sit in his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yes, I’ll hire her.” He said without hesitation.

“Really?” I replied excited tone evident in my voice.

“Of course, anything for you babe.” He said as he stroked my cheek.

“She is going to be really grateful for this opportunity. She just had a child and she could really use the money. Her name is Zoe, let me give you her number.”

“What did you just say her name was, Zoe?” He asked his demeanor had changed immediately.

“Yes Zoe, is there something wrong?”

“No, tell her I’ll meet her in an hour. I suddenly want to meet her as soon as possible.” He said standing up from his seat.

“Thank you so much baby.” I said hugging him.

Taehyung went to meet Zoe and interview her and after I had cleaned and showered I decided to relax on the sofa and watch television.

I took out my phone and went through my contact list remembering that I had Jungkook’s number.

I knew that I needed to delete It, I had no reason to be talking to Jungkook anyway. For some reason though, I found it difficult to do so.

I thought it would be nice to talk to him every once in a while. I enjoyed speaking with him and I selfishly didn’t want to delete his number.

But Taehyung had done so much for me. He didn’t want me to have Jungkook’s number and I could kind of understand why. He probably thought that Jungkook was interested in me but I knew that wasnt the case.

I stared at the number for a while before finally deciding to obey Tae’s orders and delete the number.

I held my finger over the delete button before finally pushing it and to my shock realizing that I had actually pressed call instead of delete.

I hurriedly hung up the phone and threw it across the sofa.

If it only rang once the call wouldn’t have went through right?

The call did go through and moments later my phone was ringing. I stood up from the sofa pacing back in forth while it rang.

I shouldn’t answer it. I definitely shouldn’t answer. I thought before I suddenly made a mad dash for the phone to answer it before he hung up.

“H- hello?” I stuttered.

“Hey Y/n did you call?” He asked.

His voice on the phone was a bit deeper than it was in person. My heart reacted in a weird way when he spoke and I felt butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden.

“Hi, um yes it was an accident sorry.”

“No worries, I actually wanted to hear from you but I wasn’t sure if you could talk.” He replied.

“Oh, yeah I can talk.” I said sitting back down on the sofa.

“By the way was everything okay with your boyfriend. He seemed a bit upset last night.”

“Oh yeah don’t worry about him, he’s just really over protective.”

“Ah, I see. Well I’m glad he isn’t upset with you.” He replied.

“Did you go to work today?” I asked changing the subject.

“Yeah I did, what about you?”

“No, I never work on Mondays.”

“What did you do then?” He asked.

“Just ran errands. Nothing special. Are you at your house right now?”

“Yes I’m being lazy in bed. What about you?”

“Same, well not in bed but on the sofa. Haha”

“Is your boyfriend home?”

“No, he’s interviewing someone. What about your girlfriend?” I asked. He had never mentioned having a girlfriend but I was interested in knowing if he did.

I had also kind of assumed he would considering how handsome and kind he was.

“My non existent girlfriend? No she’s not home at the moment.” He replied jokingly.

“You really don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked.

“No I don’t.”

“Then do you live at home with your parents?”

“No I moved out at a rather young age, I just wanted some independence.”

“I see. You seem to really have your life together.” I replied.

“You think so? Thank you. I still feel like I’m really far away from where I wanna be in life though.”

“Well we are still young so, we have a lot of time.” I said.

“Are you happy y/n, with your life?” He asked.

Am I happy? That question was foreign to me. I hadn’t been asked that ever and I had never really thought about happiness much. I just lived my life day by day the way it was.

“I don’t know If I would use that word. But I do know that I’m content. I work hard for the money that I make and I get taken care of well.”

“By your boyfriend?” He asked.

“Yes, I know he may seem a bit… much. But he’s a really good guy.” I said.

“Is he really? He seems sort of possessive from what I can tell.”

“Well, he can be a little possessive and controlling. But that’s just his personality. He’s only that way because he wants thing to work out well for us.” I said defending Taehyung.

“If you say so. I dont know, I just feel like a man should treat his woman different.” He said.

“Okay, and how would you treat your woman?” I asked.

“Well first of all I wouldn’t treat her like an item. Like she’s my own personal property. I’d treat her like a queen.”

“Wow, even if her choice of employment is looked down upon?” I asked.

“That doesn’t change who she is as a person. What you do for a living doesn’t make you any less valuable y/n. Do you feel like it does?” He asked.

I sat in silence for a moment, pondering my response. If I was being honest it did. I put on such a front and pretended that I didn’t care about what people said about my profession when in actuality, I did care.

“I don’t feel like I’m worthless or anything. I just don’t feel like I deserve to be treated any better than the way I am currently treated. Does that make sense to you?”

“It hear what you are saying but it doesn’t make sense to me. You shouldn’t feel that way, I really think it’s because of the person you’re dating.” He replied.

“I appreciate your concern, but you don’t know Taehyung like I do.” I said.

“You’re right I don’t and I’m fine with that, I dont want to know him. But I would like to get to know you more.” He said causing me to blush. I was glad that this wasn’t a face to face conversation or else I would be really embarrassed.

“Me? Why?” I replied.

“I keep asking myself the same thing. Why do I keep thinking about this girl that I hardly even know. Then I see you and even now hearing your voice on the phone. There’s just something about you I like.”

“Well thank you.”

“No problem, and don’t worry I’m not trying to hit on you. I just want to be friends, for now.” He spoke.

For now?

Taehyung’s POV

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

At this point Taehyung was fuming. It was evident in the way that he was driving as he sped along the highway.

He needed to make it to her house as soon as he could. He needed to see for himself, he needed proof.

When he arrived to her house he banged on the door waiting for her to answer.

When she opened the door she looked like death. Her hair was a complete mess and she looked like she had just woken up after a very drunken night.

“Oppa?” She said as she opened the door.

“How dare you reach out to y/n?” Taehyung said as he walked into her apartment.

“You were refusing to answer my phone calls, I even showed up at your club looking for you. Oppa I gave birth to a child, your child.”

“Bullshit.” Taehyung replied looking around for the baby.

“I’m serious and I can prove it if you want. I lied to you when I said I was on birth control. I tried to call you when I found out I was pregnant. You continued to ignore me so I had to do what was necessary for the kid and myself. I called y/n because I knew you wouldn’t want her to find out.”

“Are you fucking threatening me right now?” Taehyung asked raising his voice.

“Look I wont tell her about us, all I want is money. Give me enough money to raise your kid and I’ll stay out of your life for good.”

“Why would I give you money. I can tell that you’ve been using again. All you are going to do is blow it all on drugs.” He replied.

“That’s my prerogative. If you don’t want y/n to find out, I suggest you give me the money.” She said.

Taehyung was now at his boiling point he had been threatened one too many times.

Taehyung pushed Zoe against the wall and used his body to keep her trapped there as he placed his arm across her neck restricting her airflow.

“You better watch your mouth or else you and that child will pay.” He said.

“I’m sorry. Please, you’re hurting me.” Zoe cried out.

Taehyung finally released her from his hold.

“I’ll give you the money. I don’t want to see your face ever again, you got it?” He said.

“Fine.” Zoe said as she tried to catch her breath.

Taehyung turned around to walk out after his warning and stopped only when Zoe called him.

“Don’t you want to see your baby?” She asked.

“I don’t want anything to do with that child or you. Remember my warning.” He said as he finally left the apartment.

Invisible - Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“There is no one home” you say hesitantly. That small statement in itself sent small chills down Yoongi’s spine. From what was visible in the darkness of your home seemed more or less like a defined cage of horror and nothingness.  You turn to see him still standing in the same position, not daring to move a step. Rather going home, Yoongi couldn’t wire himself to move an inch as all the possible scenarios ran through his head.

“Are you going to come in or are you just gonna stand there looking at me funny?” you ask annoyed. The question seemed to snap Yoongi into consciousness as he began to climb up the stairs and slowly entering the home as if he were an undercover detective. It took Yoongi a second as his eyes tried to focus in the darkness of the long hallway.

Most homes usually had it’s own scent; a way to signify that everyday life was present, but all yoongi could get a wiff of was the faint smell of warped wood and drywall. Even without the smell, Yoongi still couldn’t make out not one square shape hanging from the walls in the dark that defined past memories of familyhood.

You dreaded the long hallway and the questions that were sure to come but you were tired of hiding them. Soon as you both trailed into the livingroom, you flipped the light switch causing yoongi to wince from the sudden impact. For an empty house, everything sat in it’s place untouched from what yoongi could lay his eyes upon.

You watched from the corner of your eyes as he wandered in place, not sure how to react. His eyes seemed to hit each corner of the living room but instead his face remained blank.

“Care for anything to drink?”. Not that you had much to offer nor were you used to ever offering in such a position like this, but you knew it was the polite thing to do as well as an easier way to break the silence. Yoongi could only shake his head in response as he was becoming more uneasy. Accepting it as it was, you ambled you way over to the armchair, but not once did he move an inch from his standpoint.

“If you’re going to just stand there like that, you might as well go home” you mumbled while hugging your knees to your chest, snapping Yoongi back to consciousness. Walking as if the floor may crack at any given second, Yoongi took a seat across from you on the loveseat.

“When are your parents getting home?” it was one of many questions that yoongi had racing around in his head.

“You don’t get it” you began, forcing yourself to look in his direction. “There is no one home and there is no one coming home. I’m alone” you hugged your legs tighter. Just hugging your legs became almost as a shield, keeping your composure together.

You expected shock and sympathy to be written on yoongi’s face but instead you received a brick wall and a nod. He could see the hurt in your eyes but not once would he dare force you to tell him other than what you were willing. Because he didn’t have to. Looking at you now he could see that there was something different. Other than hatred that had always been clear from the beginning of this mess, for the first time he actually saw a crack forming in the protective steel walls you had built for yourself . No matter how small the portion, you were vulnerable right now.  

“It wasn’t always like this” you began, breaking the deep silence that began the thicken the air in the room. Apart of you wanted to stop, because you knew if you started speaking you wouldn’t stop until you spilled all, but another knew that was exactly what you needed. “My dad took his last breath before I could take my first. Times were hard for me and my mother growing up but she did the best she could. Although I know she loved me dearly there was still a void I could never fill.” you paused, each word feeling as thorns rising from your chest.

“Around four years ago she met a guy, he made her happy and I thought we could finally be a happy family but that was just a thought.” anger began rising in you chest as the memories still laid fresh in your mind. Yoongi waited for you to continue as his own imagination began to think of what could possibly have gone wrong.

“Instead of using his hands to protect me and the women he so desperately seemed to love, it became his most powerful weapon. Day in and day out I had to listen to my mom cries in agony from the pain that just wouldn’t stop, but not once did she even try to make it. Love seemed to brainwash her into believing hurt was love. It actual took for him to hurt me for her to see the difference. But not long after he was out of the picture, she found a new source of love. Alcohol. The pain and guilt she felt became too much but sooner or later facing me each day became harder. Leaving me here alone seemed to be the only right thing in her mind to redeem herself but little did she know this is when I needed her most" you sniveled, forcing the tears back.

It didn’t matter to you if Yoongi was listening or not. You just opening up, what you kept confined was more so for yourself than it was for him. You needed to get this off of your chest and it was a small weight lifted off your shoulders doing so. Yoongi tried to compress his own rising anger. Just the thought of such a human being capable of causing such pain and knowing that he was still out there somewhere made him sick to his stomach. It began kicking up some of his own horror stories as he watched you fight to not fall apart. You were a weak person pretending to be strong just like he was and you desperately needed to know that you weren’t alone.

“My own father- or rather yet sperm donor was far out of the picture before walking was even a possible equation. Other than the scratched up pictures my mom could find of that man, I’ve never seen him a day in my life.” Yoongi bitterly scoffed under his breath. You turned to see Yoongi still sitting in the love cheer, but this time scrunched down staring at the floor. You had almost forgot that he was even still there until the shake in his voice shook you back to reality.

“It’s always been me and my mother. Usually kids would gladly go to the amusement parks with their dad or just something simple as getting picked up from school,  but for me that had always been my mom. She played both roles throughout my entire life and not once has she ever complained. After middle school I found a love for music. Everything I touch and feel turns into a song. It was as if I could feel it running through me from my fingertips anytime I got near it. But just as it became my love, it also became my nightmare.” Yoongi finally looked up, looking deeply in your eyes, letting his words sink in.

“As much as I hated that man I found out later that he had been a musician. Funny how DNA works isn’t it. The only thing that man could ever given me was my love for music” yoongi shook his head. “After finding out I swore I’d never touch another instrument again. But the only time my mom seemed to smile the brightest was when I did produce music, so how could I stop?” Yoongi fought himself inside for an answer to his unanswerable question.

Yoongi couldn’t bare to hold back his own tears as he searched for the answer that you didn’t possess. Sooner or later you were brought to your feet because you couldn’t stand seeing him like this. This wasn’t Yoongi who was by fault Jin’s friend and a boy you got stuck tutoring because of his reputation of bad grades. No, he was Min Yoongi, a boy lost and trapped in his own depression just like you were.

You walk towards him taking a seat next to him on the couch, pulling him into your embrace. Yoongi was taken back by your sudden bold move but nonetheless cried harder into your shoulder. Neither one of you knew who needed the hug more. It didn’t matter at that point who he was or affiliated with, all you knew was that you weren’t alone.

Dawn seemed to sweep over the night sky before you either one of you saw. You found yourself waking shortly after as the strong rays of the sun came visible through the dusty ripped curtains that hung in the livingroom. Forcing your eyes open, you sat up rubbing away last night’s tears that you hadn’t remembered ever falling. Lying not far away was Yoongi positioned on the couch. Sighing, you began shaking his side. It seemed as a misfortune to wake him from such a peaceful standpoint. Sooner or later his eyes began to flicker open as he forced himself to sit up right.

“Hey” Yoongi said, his voice a little hoarse as he rubbed his eyes. You nodded slowly with a slight wave as you stood shuffling your feet to the shower.

It wasn’t the ideal plan to have a boy spend the night at your dump of a place especially on a school night. Just thinking about what people would assume if they were to find out made your stomach turn. It irritated you that you still at this point cared about with others thought.

Huffing as you exited the shower and began to dress. Searching through your dresser you find a grey oversized men’s shirts you had bought for a simple sleepwear. You shrug it off hoping he wouldn’t mind and just accept the thought behind it. After all it wasnt your fault that he spent the night on his own.You grabbed an extra towel and wash rag while you were at it before heading back the living room.

Yoongi seemed more awake this time along but not by much as he ruffled through his fringe. You handed him the the things you scavenge for. Thanking you, Yoongi headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As you waited you let the night before replay in your head. Who would have thought you of all people would have a guy over, especially a guy like Min Yoongi. It wasn’t rocket science that he was handsome - maybe even more than Jin, but that would have a been a debate you were sure to lose. There was no need in comparing the two. Jin was as handsome as you would expect any magazine model the be. But for Yoongi, the more you talked to him and the more you were in his presence, the more his features became more prominent.

You trotted to the small kitchen to find pots and a frying pan that never had a meaning in your house until today. It made you feel warm inside to be cooking not only for yourself but someone else. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a home cooked meal or shared one for that matter.

Yoongi got out of the shower quickly putting on the fresh clothes that were given to him and he exited the bathroom. Letting his nose guide him, he walking into the kitchen just as you began decorating the counter with two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon. It wasn’t much but it still brought a smile to his face.

Sitting across from you, you both ate quietly to yourselves. Every once in awhile you’d find your eyes wandering anxiously to the clock. Time waited for no one and sooner than later you both would get left behind.

“What are you doing” Yoongi said in between bites of bacon, staring at you as you would any loonatic.

You glance at the clock once more knowing that you were already more that ten minutes too late. “You think if we leave now we’ll make it to second period before anyone notices?”

“Well gee Y/N, I don’t know do think we are made out of glass?”

“Well I don’t know can you pass algebra?” you raise your eyebrow. Yoongi’s twisted up his face as he hints that you were hitting low blows but at the same time was also impressed by it.

He sank lower into his chair while folding his arms against his chest “I’m working on that”.

“Exactly why we need to leave now. Besides finals are right around the corner” you say while grabbing yours as well as Youngi’s empty plates. Just as you were, you felt his hands tangle around your own.

“Please. Just this once let’s just forget about school. I don’t feel like dealing with the stares and questions. I just can’t - not like this.” yoongi begged. Honestly you felt the same as he did. After such an emotional night you were drained but you refused t be stuck in this house.

“Fine then let’s go to the library”

Yoongi shut his eyes as his frustration was beginning to show. “Are you seriously still thinking about about education in a time like this”

“Do you want to pass your classes”

“Yea but can’t that wait till another time?”

“We’re leaving now” you state, grabbing your things.


For the most part, walking with Yoongi seemed as peaceful as an autumn breeze. That was only when he wasn’t complaining. Even while complaining he had all the freedom to turn around and go home but not once had he chosen to.

Complaining was the only way for him to not so openly allow you to see how much he enjoyed being dragged alongside you. He was like a child but the only difference was you could give a kid candy and he’ll shut up. But you were already in your own daze trying to wrap your own head around life. Never had you so openly been one to talk about your personal life. Even writing in a simple journal made you uneasy by the fact that someone could effortlessly read through it. But now that a person rather than a thing knew all your dark secrets; you didn’t know how to adjust.

“Here” yoongi offered. Another headphone placed before you, only this time you didn’t reject. The song was different from the last but there was no denying that it was the same artist. You let your worries drift away and you allowed to melody to speak to you. Soon as the song stopped you felt as you were reaching for the last tangled notes to hold to long just a little longer.

“Seriously, who is this guy”

Yoongi smiles, probably one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen from him. “You’re looking at him” he scratched the back of his neck as you approached the library. Pride washed over him as you looked at him astonished. He had stated he was a producer but you had never thought he was ever this good.

Walking into the library, you placed your things on the same table as you did the night before. It almost seemed as if clockwork while you handed him a few math equations and began your own personal studies.

You felt yourself losing focus when quietly stealing glances his way became more constant. He was the most focus you’d ever seen him. Even if this was strictly education you couldn’t get your mind off of his talents. Why it wasn’t boasted about and known throughout the school halls were beyond your answerable reach. But then it dawned on you. Music was something he had only shared with his mother, but why you and why now?

You must have been eyeing him too long because his next move left you flushed. He already noticed you off tasked but you being more careless lead to him being more brave. Leaning over the desk, only inches away from your face he stared into your crystal eyes. You had almost forgotten how to breath as you began to lean further back in your chair to further the distance between you two that he created, but it only brought him closer.

“I finished” he whispered before sliding back into his chair and sliding his paper in front of you feeling confident. You cleared your throat as the room seemed to grow hotter than usual as you looked over his work. It amused him how shy you were growing by just a simple act but the longer you stared at his paper, the less confident he felt.

“Well the bright news is that the first one is actually right” you say. Yoongi jumps out of his seat feeling accomplished. “But the second one is wrong”

“You’re lying” Yoongi objects, throwing himself back into the chair in defeat.

“Sorry but I’m not one to lie” you throw your hands up in protest.

“Then what’s the answer”

“You’re going to be so mad when I tell you” you laugh. Quite frankly Yoongi didn’t find a joke in this. “It’s -36. You forgot the negative sign”.

Yoongi was becoming more frustrated and irritated with your teasing. He wasn’t use to trying this hard just for anything. Seeing this you grab your things and circle around to sit next to him.

“Here try out these problems”  you say as you write a few down.

You began to feel yourself drifting off even though you tried to focus on your own task. Saddly learning about ionic compounds and valence electrons just didn’t have enough energy at this point to keep your eyes open. You try to reposition yourself in the chair until you noticed Yoong’s pen no longer moving. He was in a deep stare for what seemed more a minute and you figured it was time to speak up.“Stuck?” you ask but all he does is shake his head. “Then what is it?”

Yoongi finally looked up from his paper meeting your gaze.

“I don’t want things to change. Yesterday when we both opened up, it was something I’ve never done before and I’m more than sure it’s the same for you.” Yoongi’s lips came slightly apart as his gaze became unfocused. Neither one off you noticed how close you were at this moment. It seemed exactly right to close the distance between you two. To close his eyes and press his mouth to yours. Soft and gentle,Yoongi pressed back for a single shared exchange of breath.

Then Yoongi pulled away blinking. “Y/N I didn’t mean to-”

“No” you said, leaping out of your chair, your cheeks hot. “Of course you didn't” you back away headed or the the door. You didn’t know how to react. Everything happened so fast and you didn’t know what was right.

“Wait” Yoongi shouted trying to catch up with you.

Quite frankly you wanted this to happen. This kiss but not his sudden hesitation. What did he mean by ‘not meaning to’ kiss you, when he was the one who had kissed you? You flushed even more as he walked a your paced. You refused to look his way as you both awkwardly in your own silence as Yoongi tried to collect his thoughts correctly.

He was running out of time, more than he had realised when your house came into view. You began speeding up your pace while Yoongi reached for your arm, but you didn’t want to stay around while he tried to come up with a way to let you down easily.

“Y/N wait” Yoongi yelled stopping you in your tracks as he caught up. “What happened back there - I didn’t mean for it to happen only if you didn’t want me to”

His last words caught you off guard and you had to turn around to make sure it was true. Seeing your expression only made him grin as he took a step closer. “ but if you did, then I totally meant every move and my next.”

Now it was your turn to complete the distance and that you did. But was it the right move?


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Thoughts So Far?

Part Five????

anonymous asked:

Omg!! That university au hc is awesome!!! Pls more of that *hands praying emoji* Maybe rfa+v are already friends with mc and are struggling finding out how to invite her on a date? Or being insecure bc they dont know if mc likes them or not

godd707 will answer your prayers!

~female MC

Yoosung

  • okay, okay today was the day
  • he was gonna finally ask MC out on a date
  • him and MC had started talking more and more lately and he really wanted to ask them out but he gets so anxious about these thingS
  • its 40 degrees fahrenheit that morning at the bus stop but Yoosung is sweating
  • why wasnt she at the stop yet??
  • Yoosung wants to text her and make sure she woke up on time but he doesnt want to annoy MC…
  • oh god this is so nerve raking
  • Yoosung takes out his phone and scrolls through instagram to try and distract himself
  • “come here often?”
  • Yoosung almost jumps at the sound of MC’s voice he was so on edge
  • he turns to see them smiling brightly, wrapped up under layers of warm clothes
  • he smiles and giggles, which he does a lot when he’s nervous
  • “i’m at this bus stop everyday of the week at 10:30! unless its saturday or sunday or a school holiday”
  • MC laughs at the way Yoosung answered her question
  • “everything alright, dork? you’re acting kind of jumpy today”
  • Yoosung lifts his hand up to push back his hair, forgetting he had clipped it up that morning
  • his hand gets caught up in the hair clips and moves it out of place, and he tries to fix it
  • oh god, he probably just messed up his hair and looks totally weird now..
  • fffffuuccckK
  • MC’s trying to hold her laughter in
  • he takes the clip out and shoves it into his pocket
  • “everything is fine, totally fine!”
  • “okay, Yoosung…sure…”
  • “i wanted to ask you something, actually”
  • “whats that?”
  • “i was just going to ask if you wanted to maybe do something together this weekend if you have any free time i mean if you have a lot of homework thats fine i know you’re taking hard classes and probably dont have much free time but i figured if you could maybe we can grab a coffee i’ll even pay for yours if you want or-”
  • “Yoosung”
  • “um…yea?”
  • “i’d love to get some coffee this saturday”
  • “r-really?”
  • “yes!”
  • Yoosung jumps up victoriously
  • nailed it

Zen

  • Zen had no idea if MC even wanted to do anything he was interested in
  • but MC had been tutoring him lately and he’d kind of developed a liking toward her…
  • okay, think Zen
  • what does MC like
  • math….? she’s like…pretty good at math…
  • do people who like math like going to the football games???
  • everyone likes the football games, right??
  • god why does asking someone out have to be so stressful
  • Zen was sitting in his math class waiting for it to start when MC came in
  • ohhh gOD WHAT’S HE GONNA SAY Oh GOD
  • ZEN!! chill. you’re an actor. you can do this
  • “hey, Zen! how’d you do on fridays worksheet? understand everything?”
  • Zen’s eyes widen
  • dammit…the worsheet…he didnt do the worksheet
  • “um, yea! totally understood it. no problems at all”
  • “oh wow, you’re getting good at this class. not even i understood the whole thing. maybe you should tutor me!”
  • nice one, Zen;;;
  • okay enough messing around! a s k  h e r!!
  • “MC, do you want to go out with me?”
  • she tilts her head, looking at Zen
  • “to the football game, i mean! i was wondering if you wanted to go to the football game this saturday. with me.”
  • “oh…well, the football games arent really my thing”
  • Zen!! fix this!!
  • “we dont have to go to the game if you want! we can watch it at my place and order pizza or something”
  • MC smiles at him
  • “yea, okay. that sounds nice, Zen”
  • “awesome. i’ll see you saturday, then!”
  • Zen had to turn around then cause class was starting
  • shit, he cant believe he really pulled that off
  • wow, he really has a date with MC!
  • wow, he really needs to clean up by saturday

Jaehee

  • Jaehee and MC hung out all the time, but it was only so MC could help her with her public speaking skills
  • but after being coached by MC for awhile Jaehee wanted more
  • but she didnt really know if MC did???
  • i mean yea they met up a lot but it was always just for school
  • would MC want to see her if school wasnt involved??
  • ?????
  • maybe Jaehee could ask her out for some ice cream?
  • who doesnt like ice cream?
  • Jaehee decided to text MC, since waiting till class tomorrow would probably kill her
  • “hey, you busy after class tomorrow?”
  • “not really, just have some homework to do. need help with something?”
  • “yea, i do actually”
  • “okay, sure! what do you want to work on?”
  • “well i’ve been craving ice cream like crazy lately but i dont have anyone to go with”
  • Jaehee waits for the text back, growing more nervous with every second that passes
  • “you buying?”
  • “yes!”
  • “alright, i’m in! cant wait for that icecream :D”
  • Jaehee blushes reading the message
  • “me either”
  • phew. hopefully Jaehee wont be too nervous on their date…

Jumin

  • since Jumin met MC on the first day of school she’s like, all he can think about for some reason??
  • he’s never felt like this about a girl before
  • but he gets so stupid around her for some reason
  • he wants to talk to her when he sees her in class but it always comes out so…weird…
  • like once he wanted to ask her “what did you get for number six” but he said “what did you get for number sex”
  • it was awful and embarrassing and oh my god
  • maybe the classroom is the problem!!!
  • if he spends time with MC outside the classroom he’ll be totally cool
  • ….right?
  • when MC sits down next to him, he feels his face heat up just like it did the first day of class
  • hey, face, stop that
  • Jumin doesnt look at MC, afraid she might see that his face is red
  • “good morning, MC”
  • “good morning? it’s 2 PM, Jumin”
  • dammit
  • “…right. i was wondering if after class you would want to join me for a meal”
  • Jumin’s still staring at his desk
  • “sure! where do you want to go?”
  • “anywhere. i would do anything to for you”
  • Jumin closes his eyes, feeling like an idiot
  • theres no way MC will agree to go anywhere with him now…
  • “anywhere? can we go to my favorite pizza place, then?”
  • Jumin looks up, a slight grin on his face
  • “yes, of course”
  • MC smiles and brushes some hair behind her ear, cheeks pink
  • “c-cool”
  • for the rest of the class period Jumin cant stop thinking about that pizza place
  • he was going to be super cool there, for sure!!!
  • yea, Jumin. you keep telling yourself that

707

  • Seven cant believe he started going to the computer gaming club meetings again
  • and it was all for that girl…
  • she made it so much fun though
  • she was only of the only people in the club who wasnt actually completely clueless when it came to computers
  • playing games with MC was fun and all that but he wanted more…
  • he wanted to take her out to the park and buy her hot coco and take her to an ice skating rink where he could hold her little hand and pull her along the ice
  • god, even he’s disgusted by how sappy his thoughts are
  • but Seven cant help it
  • the thing is
  • Seven’s never really…..asked anyone out before…
  • the last time he came close to having a girlfriend was when he asked his second grade teacher to marry him
  • and he got shot down pretty hard so,
  • would MC even be into all that stuff??? she seemed so chill and they only ever talked if it was about computers or gaming…
  • Seven goes to the club room
  • MC’s there, just like he thought she would be
  • he greets her by standing to her left and tapping on her right shoulder
  • she turns toward him immediately
  • “as if i would still fall for that, Seven”
  • he rubs the back of his neck
  • “damn…you’re getting too good”
  • “i know”
  • Seven chuckles a little and shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie
  • “so….what are you up to?”
  • “i’m playing LOLOL, Seven. that’s kind of what i always do when i’m in here?”
  • “oh, yea. cool…so how’s that going?”
  • MC makes a confused face
  • “it’s going great. everything okay, Seven?”
  • Seven takes a deep breath
  • “MC, do you want to go get some food with me?”
  • he kind of blurted it out, talking really fast
  • “…what?”
  • “i’m hungry so i thought you might be too”
  • MC blushes
  • “um…yea, okay. i’d really like that”
  • “oh. for real?”
  • Seven also starts blushing
  • “yea. it’ll be nice to get away from this computer for a little, i guess”
  • MC tosses her backpack over her shoulder and links arms with Seven
  • “and we’re off! the dynamic duo takes the nearest fast food restaurant by storm!”
  • he feels his face get even more warm than before
  • MC had never touched him before…
  • knsvbksdnvmlxcvjoiwyryshfbkldvf

V

  • thank god V got that cute girls number he met at the party
  • since then theyve been texting nonstop
  • he even got in trouble with a few of his professors for texting during class
  • she was just so much fun to talk to
  • they talked for a couple weeks but neither of them suggested meeting up or anything
  • V isnt sure if MC is interested in him romantically or anything
  • but she really seems like she is?
  • should he just go for it?
  • girls are scary…
  • it’s like 5 PM on thursday and V cant stop thinking about her
  • before he knows it, he’s dialed MC’s number
  • “hello?”
  • “oh um, hey MC!”
  • “hey, V. whats up?”
  • “nothing, really. i was just thinking about you”
  • wait!! fuCK that was so STUPID
  • “oh? what were you thinking?”
  • i was just thinking that i probably want to date you really badly
  • “i just wanted to make sure you ate something today”
  • nice save, V
  • “now that i think about it, i havent really had time to eat all day…”
  • THIS!!! THIS IS A TRAVESTY!!!
  • “want me to come get you? i’ll feed you some dinner if you’d like”
  • ‘feed you some dinner’?!!! what the hell was that??????!?!?
  • “oh, really? that sounds awesome, V!”
  • did he just hear that right?
  • she actually wants to get some food?
  • well shit, he better get ready
  • “great. i’ll head out now. see you soon!”
  • “V, wait!”
  • oh no. is she gonna cancel? tell him she never wants to talk again? tell him she already has a boyfriend?!
  • “you need my address, right?”
  • oh, duh.

THANKS FOR READING! I REALLY LIKE THIS UNIVERSITY AU HEHE :3

What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader [Taehyung is a main character as well]

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 4k+

Part 5/?

Warnings - Sexually Explicit Content (Y/n Is a stripper)

A/n - I edited this but didn’t save it so I’m posting it unedited. Also there are mentions of drug abuse in this part. Thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven  Part Eight


As I drove home from my date with Jungkook I couldn’t help but smile. I found myself recalling the events of the day. It had been a while since I had been on a date, and although I wasn’t single It felt like I was when I was with Jungkook. He was funny, he was caring and charming and he made me forget about all of the burdens of life. I wondered if people thought I was crazy when they looked into my car window and saw me laughing to myself as I thought about the cute little things that Jungkook had did during our time together.In the little time that I had spent with Jungkook, I was starting to notice the little traits he had.

I thought about him the entire drive to my destination, and as I pulled up to Zoe’s apartment I finally brought myself back to reality. I was visiting Zoe because I hadn’t heard from her in a while and Tae didn’t tell me how he interview had went. I had totally forgotten to text her and warn her that I was coming, but I didn’t think she would mind either way.

I walked up the stairs to Zoe’s apartment and knocked on the door. I could hear distinctive noise as I waited, it sounded like a child was crying. I rang the bell just in case she hadn’t heard my knock and waited a while but still no answer. I started to worry about her as the crying persisted so I tried to open the door. It was unlocked so I took it upon myself to enter.

“Zoe?” I called as I walked into the apartment. I got no response so I walked around looking for her. I followed the sound of the baby crying and walked into the room that it was coming from. To my shock the baby was lying on the floor. I immediately bent down to pick up her daughter who had vomit everywhere.

I held her in my arms to try and soothe her as I walked around to look for Zoe. I went through every room in the place but there was no sign of her. I entered the living room to discover white power on the table, which I first thought was baby powder but as I got closer I realized that It was cocaine.

The child was throwing up again and I was starting to get worried as she would not stop vomiting. I walked into the bathroom and took off her clothes trying to clean her up before pulling out my phone and calling her mother. I rang her phone several times but still no answer. I sat the baby down on her changing table to grab a diaper and a fresh pair of clothes from the drawer next to me and when I returned the baby appeared to be having convulsions.

“Oh my god.” I said as I took out my phone to call the police.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“There’s an infant here, shes having seizures, please send help quick.” I said panic evident in my voice.

“Ma'am are you the child’s mother?” The operator asked.

“No, i’m not. Her mother isn’t here.”

“What exactly is the child doing?” She asked.

I was now holding Mariah and she was vomiting again.

Oh my god hurry she’s throwing up again.“ I said as I started to cry and panic. I was very unfamiliar with children and extremely worried about Mariah. I knew infants could easily choke on their own vomit and her convulsions were making me a lot more nervous.

“Please try to call down. We are sending help now, will you stay with me on the phone until help arrives?” She asked.

“Yes.”

The time that I waited on the emergency crew seemed to go on for forever. The operator told me that they were almost there and then my phone started to ding notifying me that I had a call on the other line, I looked and saw that it was Zoe.

“This is her mom calling me. Can I answer?” I asked.

“Yes go ahead and answer.”

“Hello Zoe? Where the hell are you right now?” I demanded.

“Im at a friend’s house whats up y/n?” She asked.

“Im at your house something is wrong with Mariah and the ambulance is on the way.” I said.

“The cops are coming? Y/n please go get rid of the coke that’s on my table. Hide it so that I won’t get in trouble.” She said.

“No, I am absolutely not hiding your drugs for you!”

“They aren’t mine they are my friend’s. Please y/n If I get sent to jail I’ll leave Mariah alone over this.” She begged.

“Fine, but are you on your way?”

“Im 30 miles away, I’ll meet you at the hospital.” She said.

I hung up with her and clicked back over to the operator who notified me that the police were almost here.

Holding Mariah in one hand and using my shoulder to hold my phone to my face I walked into the living room where the drugs were.

I put all of it in bags and then walked into the bathroom and flushed it all down the toliet. I then got rid of the plastic bags.

As I was finishing the police had finally arrived and I rode with them to the hospital.

I waited for a while as they took care of Mariah, my aniexty was through the roof. What if I was too late and she hadn’t made it?

About thirty minutes later, the doctor came out to speak with me.

“Are you the child’s mother?” He asked.

“No I was just babysitting her.” I said.

“Where are her parent’s? Have they been informed?”

“Yes and her mom is on her way.” I replied.

“Mariah experienced some head trauma which caused her convulsions. Did you notice when she fell out of her crib?” He asked.

“No I must have been distracted.” I said.

“She also appears to be malnutritioned. Please let her parent’s know that we will have to get Child Protective Services involved and they may open a case.”

“Okay I understand. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine now but will be in the ICU for a few days.”

“Okay thank you so much doctor.” I said as he thanked me and walked away.

A nurse came out and asked me if I wanted to see Mariah. I walked t9 her room and stood outside looking at her threw the glass window.

She was only an infant who had no control over her life. Her mother had left her alone for god knows how long and she was suffering from malnutrition.

I started to feel anger deep inside of me because I hated to see children treated like that. I just hoped that she would be okay. I never expected Zoe to be the kind of person who didn’t take care of her kid.

I waited for Zoe in the waiting room and an hour later she came stumbling in. As she approached me I could already tell that she was under the influence.

“Zoe where the hell have you been?” I asked.

“I was at a friends. Is Mariah okay?”

“At a friends getting high while you left your daughter alone? She’s fine for now but CPS is getting involved. You may lose her!” I said raising my voice.

“Shh Y/n calm down.” She said as she pulled my hand and escorted me outside.

“I won’t calm down! You left an infant at home alone. She fell out of her crib, she’s malnourished, you should be glad she’s alive right now.” I yelled.

“Im sorry, I just - I didnt leave her alone for long. She was crying so much and I needed to get away. I just couldn’t take it.” She said grabbing ahold of my hand.

“That is no excuse! She is your child and you shouldn’t have left her alone. When was the last time you fed her?” I asked.

“Uh, before I left yesterday.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?! She’s been home alone overnight?”

“Its just been so hard. You have no idea what Im going through. Her father doesn’t want to be with me anymore. He won’t even be in her life.” She said.

“I don’t care about that. You are her mother and it’s your responsibility to take care of her. If you don’t want to maybe its best she be taken away from you.”

“How could you say that y/n, I love her.” She asked as she started to cry.

At this point I was far too upset to be moved by her tears.

“You love her but you allow her to be around drug abuse. What was up with all of that coke I found in your apartment?” I asked.

“My friend left it there. Did you put it up for me?”

“I flushed all of it down the toliet.”

“What? Why would you do that? Do you know how much that cost?” She says getting angry with me.

“Oh my god.” I said as I backed away from her. You are absolutely insane. That was your cocaine wasnt it? You have a drug problem don’t you?“ I asked demanding an answer.

“I can’t believe you threw it away! You need to pay me back for that.” She insisted.

“You are out of your mind. You know what I hope they take her away from you.” I said as I walked away from her.

Had she always been that person? Or was it because she was drunk and probably high? Did she even really care about her own daughter? She was not the same loving person I used to know.

Once I got in my car I was shaking. My breathing was rapid and I had tears of anger starting to surface. After five minutes of calming myself down, I took out my phone to call Tae.

“Hello?”

“Tae, It’s me.”

“Do you need anything? I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He said.

“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hire Zoe. I’m at the hospital right now she left her baby alone to go get high.”  I told him.

“You went to see her again? Did she tell you anything?” Taehyung said.

“What do you mean? No she just said that shes been depressed because the baby’s father rejcted her.”

“Where are you?” He asked.

“I’m at the hospital right now.”

“Go home y/n, I don’t want you around her.” He demanded.

“Okay. When are you coming home?” I asked.

“I should be back by Monday.”

“Okay.”

“Also I need you to work tomorrow night. A couple girls called in.” He said.

“Alright.” I said and we got off of the phone. I started the car and decided to head home.

I wanted to check on Mariah but I needed to make sure I was calm enough to visit again.

Once I got home I took a bath to relieve some of my stress and to try and relax. I stayed in the bath for a while than put on my pajamas and got in bed.

I pulled out my phone to check the time it was around nine and I had a text message from Jungkook.

The meeting with the author went amazing. Can’t wait to tell you the great news. How are you?

I’m so glad to hear that. I’m alright, just had a stressful evening.

Do you want to talk about it?

Yes, kind of.

Within a few seconds Junkook was ringing my phone. I answered and we talked for a while about what had happened. He said he was sorry that I had to be put in that stressful situation but was glad that the baby was okay.

I asked him if I should try and reach out to the Father some how. He told me that it may not be the best situation since I didnt know the father and he could be a danger to the child as well. He asked me if I gave the CPS my number just in case they had any questions and I told him I did.

He told me that I had did everything right in that situation and he was really making me feel better.

“So what should we do tomorrow? Maybe I’ll take you out to dinner.” He asked.

“Oh no, I totally forgotten our plans to see each other. Taehyung wants me to work tomorrow.” I said.

“Oh. It’s fine, we can see eachother next to I’m in town.” He replied.

“No, I really want to see you again.”

“Me too.”

“Would it be super weird if I asked you to come to the club?”

“No, it’s not like I haven’t done that before.” He said.

“Okay. Well I’ll make sure to get us a private room. Tae’s out of town so he won’t be suspicious at all.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight y/n.”

Jungkook’s POV

Originally posted by sugutie

Jungkook was in a really good mood. Not only did he have a great time with y/n yesterday he got offered an amazing job that he had always wanted. He was going to be seeing y/n again tonight and even though the strip club was not his preferred place to be, he was just happy that he would be able to spend more time with her before he headed home.

He pulled up to the club and walked in, y/n had reserved a room for the two of them so he went to look for her. It surprised Jungkook that every time he was at the club it was full of people. He wondered if it was always this busy or just when he was there. Either way he didn’t care he just wanted to see y/n.

He was just in time for her dance on stage and her named was called as she walked onto the stage. Jungkook was reminded of the time when they first met around a month ago. He remembered watching her on stage for the first time feeling extremely mesmerized by her body. He also felt a bit awkward looking at a girl that he didn’t know at all in that way.

Tonight though, something was different. She started her dance and all he could think about was how beautiful she was. She was graceful, she knew what she was doing and Jungkook found her to be extremely sexy. He smiled a bit, thinking about the fact that all of the guys in the club wanted her but it was him that shared a date with her at the fair.

The girl who was slowly taking off her clothes to expose herself was the same girl that Jungkook spent yesterday afternoon with. The girl who laughed at all of his corny jokes was now fully naked and Jungkook didn’t feel embarrassed at all, in fact he found himself enjoying her dance.

The crowd errupted with cheering and men showered her with money. Her dance was finally over and she walked off of the stage. Jungkook waited a while for her to come find him. He decided to grab a drink from the bar and around a half an hour later, He felt someone grab his arm. He turned around smiling assuming that it was y/n. The smile on his face faded when he realized that it wasn’t her.

“Hey there cutie, can I offer you a dance?” She said.

“No thanks.” Jungkook said smiling at the girl and then returning back to his drink.

“Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.” The girl said stroking her hand along Jungkook’s chest. She was practically throwing herself at him.

“Stephanie go find someone else, he is my client.” Jungkook heard y/n say as she approached the two of them.

The girl nodded and walked away to find her next guy to seduce and y/n greeted Jungkook.

“Hey. Sorry I took so long, I took a quick shower.” She said smiling at him.

“Hey beautiful, you were amazing up there.” He said.

“Really? I thought you weren’t into strippers.” She said.

“I’m not, but I am very into you.” He replied causing y/n to smile.

“Come on, let’s go.” She said grabbing his hand and leading him once again to the private rooms.

Once they got there y/n followed him in closing the door behind him. She closed it and spun around to face him.

“So you really though I did well tonight?” She asked,

“I thought you were great. I mean I really enjoyed every moment of it.”

“You know. I have a new dance I need to practice. Maybe I could practice on you?” She asked.

Jungkook thought about it for a moment and just the thought of y/n giving him a lap dance made his cock twitch. Y/n must have noticed his change in demeanor because she quickly retracted her suggestion.

“I’m sorry, I know you are uncomfortable with things like this, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, I want it.” He replied.

“What? Are you sure?” she asked still unsure about Jungkook’s feelings and he knew he had to make it clear what he wanted.

“There’s nothing more that I wan’t right now than a dance from you.” He simply stated.

Y/n smiled moving closer to Jungkook and then lightly pushing him down so that he was seated.

“I’ll be right back.” She said before walking out of the room. She came back a while later wearing a black trench coat. She dimmed the lights a little and played soft music.

She walked over to him turning around so that her back was towards him. She slowly started to take off her coat before throwing it aside. Jungkook noticed her body and how amazing her ass looked in the underwear that  she was wearing. She turned around slowly, letting Jungkook anticipate every moment. She finally faced him and he was trying hard not to show how turned on he was.

She walked closer to him and sat down on his lap so that she was straddling him. He bit his lip and she whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to take off my clothes?”

Jungkook couldn’t say the words but he nodded instead and Y/n removed herself from his lap and Jungkook immediately missed the contact. Her skin was so warm and he wanted her back on his lap again.

She turned around and started to remove her panties, slowly sliding them down her body as she bent down providing the perfect view for Jungkook. She lingered in that position for a moment. Jungkook was sure that she could tell how much he like that position. She finally stood up and started to sway to the music. She danced a bit for him and then walked over to him sitting in his lap again but this time she wasn’t facing him. Her back was facing him and she leaned back and started to grind on him very slowly.

She then turned around straddling him once again and started to grind on him and he could feel his member hardening with every movement. She then stopped the movements and started to take off her bra, dropping it on to the floor.

She was now sitting on Jungkook’s lap fully exposed to him. Her nipples were hard and he couldn’t tell if it was because she was cold or if she was enjoying this as much as Jungkook was. She was grinding harder now and Jungkook let out a low moan.

“That feels so good babygirl.” He finally said.

Y/n brought her lips up to his and hovered over them for a while as If she was contemplating if it was a good decision or not. She finally closed the distance and kissed him hard on the lips. She then moved from his lips to his neck and sucked on it for a while.

Jungkook didn’t know where to put his hands but he wanted to touch her so bad. He just wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

Against his better judgement he decided to touch her. Allowing his hand to find it’s way to the small of her back and pulling her in closer.

Y/n left his neck and returned back to kissing him this time biting on his bottom lip.

“I can feel you getting hard underneath me.” She said as she used one of her hands to stroke Jungkook’s clothed member.

“Do you like it when I touch your cock like this?” She asked.

Jungkook didn’t reply but instead disconnected his lips from hers and started to kiss her chest moving down slowly until he was at her breast.

He kissed it softly and then looked up up at y/n to make sure she was okay with that.

He took her nipple in his mouth and she threw her head back moaning at the feeling.

She moved herself from his lap and kneeled down on the floor in front of him.  She began to unbutton his pants but her actions were halted by the ringing of Jungkook’s phone.

She looked up at him and he decided he wouldn’t answer but the ringing continued.

“Maybe you should answer that.” She said.

Jungkook took his phone out to take the call it was the hotel that he was staying at.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked as she stood up and walked over to where her coat was.

“It was the hotel that I’m staying at. Someone messed up when scheduling my room and they need me to come and get my bags. Someone else needs my room for the night.” He said.

“What the heck. Do they have anymore rooms for you to stay in?”

“No they don’t and I’m worried that I won’t be able to find a room anywhere else. I may have to drive home tonight.” He said standing up and walking over to y/n who was no wearing her coat.

“But thank you so much for this, I really enjoyed it.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in closer. Y/n stroked his face with her hand before leaning up to kiss his lips.

“You don’t have to drive home tonight. You could spend the night with me. Tae is out of time and won’t be coming home until Monday night.” She suggested.

“Do you think that would be a good idea?” He asked.

“Yes, it’ll be fine. Come home with me.” She said.

Museum

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 899 (another drabble)

Summary/Prompt: #22 I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice 

Genres: angst, with a touch of fluff 

Notes: sorry it’s so short! but it is a drabble so i wasnt planning on making it long anyways. if you guys want a longer steve fic just request something!! im out of ideas, haha. enjoy! 

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•Long Distance Love• Neymar


“Great show, Y/n!”

The 23 year old model had just stepped off the runway, for the final time that night. She just made her way backstage when her manager Angie Deleasa came over giving the young model a half hearted hug.

Y/n smiled, replying with a quiet ‘thank you’ just quick enough before Angie was off into a tangent. The older woman went on about how great this exposure would be for Y/n’s budding modelling career, and the work she had already booked as a result.

Y/n had learned over the years when to tune Angie out, and this was definitely one of those times. Angie was right about one thing though–this was great exposure.

Y/n had just wrapped up  her very first New York fashion week, walking a total of seven shows. Though it was amazing, especially for an up and coming model, it definitely took its toll. Exhaustion couldn’t even explain half of how she was feeling right now. So the last thing she wanted to hear about in that moment was more work.

All Y/n wanted right now was to get to her hotel, take a shower, eat, maybe talk to her boyfriend if she could catch him and if not, sleep. She inwardly thanked God when Angie’s phone went off, forcing  the older woman leave her alone. Sometimes Y/n wondered if keeping Angie around as a good move…but the woman was nothing if not good at her job.

Y/n just wished Angie could understand that that there were other parts of her life that were just as –if not more– important .  She shook her head, heading towards the dressing room. Quickly grabbed her duffle bag, Y/n pulled out the clothes she brought to change into after the show. She stopped short when she noticed what she had grabbed.

She couldn’t help but laugh; she was in such a rush trying not to be late. she had grabbed Neymar’s old Barça jersey by mistake. Normally She slept in it but she was sleeping in one of his favorite shirts she took the last time she was in Barcelona.  

The jersey had been stuffed with all Y/n’s clothes so it was no wonder she ended up reaching for it. Speaking of Neymar though…she missed him like crazy. It’s been a little over two weeks since she last saw him.

Between the demands of their respective  jobs and both of them constantly traveling…it was hard. Neymar’s football career was getting bigger everyday while her modeling career was also picking up speed.

It was great…but it was also scary. The bigger they seem to get, the less time they  seemed to have for each other. That made Y/n afraid of growing distant and eventually falling apart. When they had time, everything was great–they loved each other so much–but that time seemed like it was quickly drying up without their consent…

She sighed pushing those thoughts away,  and got dressed, before putting her dufflebag on her shoulder and  headed out the dressing room. She started to make her way out the building but not before hugging and congratulating some of her fellow models- Jourdan Dunn, Cara Delevingne, and Kendall Jenner. All of whom in turn playfully teased her about her attire.


“Missing the bae that bad huh?"Jourdan smirked as she lightly grabbed at the sleeve of the jersey.

"How cute! do you think he’s wearing anything of yours around, maybe your lingerie?” Cara teased while Kendall made kissy faces.


Y/n laughed, flipping them off, which in turn caused them all to laugh. Just as she was turning to leave, Jourdan grabbed her by the arm.


“Wait let’s get one in for the 'gram.” Jourdan suggested.

Y/n hesitated for a few seconds but relented when they all started begging her to. they took a couple pictures before deciding together which ones were good enough before it was put online.


officialjdunn: and I’m in love with my babiesss 🎶🎶😍😍😘@y/username @kendalljenner @caradelevingne NYFW was amazing #untilnexttime #excuseuslookingkindacrazy #excepty/n #lowkeyshittingonalllofus #whosjerseyisthatY/n #questionsthatneedanswers


Y/n rolled her eyes at the caption, before giving everyone one final hug and heading out. She should have waited for her manager but she honestly didnt want to hear the womans mouth.if she wasnt talking about work she would use Y/n’s current attire as an excuse to talk about her relationship.

The older women wasnt impressed in the slightest with her clients choice to date a professional athlete –to her it was cliched and doomed to fail. She would take examples of other models who had failed relationships with athletes and how they were liable to cheat. So instead of putting herself in the place to ensure that she sent her manager a quick text that she had already left and got into the car called for her alone.






When she got to her hotel room, she did exactly as she planned; after she showered she put on yet another one of Neymar’s shirts, some shorts before she picked up her Macbook  and sat down the bed. She placed it on her lap and went directly to FaceTime and immediately called Neymar. She knew it was late but he made her promise she would call as soon as she got to her hotel. A smile graced her face when it connected and her  tired but gorgeous boyfriend filled her screen.


“Hey baby,” he  grinned back at her.  He was clearly tired but waited up for her. “Hey back,” she smiled softly,“ you should’ve just went to sleep babe you could’ve called me when you woke up.”

“Then you’d be asleep.” He argued.

“So you’re fucking up your sleeping pattern so I won’t? Ney…”

“Nope,"he cut in,” and don’t even think about hanging up. I’ll just call you back.“just by the look on his face Y/n knew he wasn’t joking. He would totally just keep calling until she finally picked up.

”…you’re  annoying.“she frowned.

"Soooo..?."he said in a sing song tone.

"Soooo..?."she mocked him.

So, do you miss me?”he asked with a childlike grin.

"Kinda…I miss Davi and Rafa more."She teased,laughing when he stared completely unamused,"I’m kidding dummy, of course I missed you.”

“uh huh…"Neymar rolled his eyes dramatically before the same grin from earlier broke out,"I saw some pictures from the  last show, you looked amazing babe.”

“aww, thanks Ney."Y/n blushed as a familiar burst of pride and happiness filled her. no matter how well she knew she did—hearing it from the man she loved  was a whole different level. Not to mention seeing the excitement and pride all over his face had made her feel thousands more confident.

"Don’t thank me! You did all the work…I wish I was with you right now.” Neymar frowned, shaking his head a little,“This week is so big for you I wish I could be there to support.”

y/n hated when he did this–blame himself for not being able to come out for her. He always talked about how his sister and parents–even the mother of his child–Carolina who adored Y/n and vice versa–were better support systems then he was. She didn’t want him to feel bad about shit he couldn’t control.


“There’ll be other shows."she gave him her brightest smile.


"Other shows for me to miss."he said wistfully. And there it was again–reality.

Their schedules generally clashed. it was more ideal for Y/n to support him at matches then it was for Neymar to come to a fashion show. He has made it to a handful since Y/n’s career started to find its momentum though not as much as he would like. But in Y/n eyes he made up for it for his constant and vocal support. Whenever she had a show he couldn’t attend he always made sure to wish her luck and post pictures.

"oh, babe, it’s okay."Y/n assured him, she didn’t want him feeling bad over things he couldn’t control.

"is it though?"Neymar  countered, she talked good game but he knew that his inability to consistently come out and support her wasn’t okay with her. She thought he didn’t see but he saw every time disappointed flashed through her eyes when she had an event he couldn’t make it to.

Yes it is.“she said firmly. Neymar shook his head but refrained from arguing. They continued to talk until his yawns became more frequent and literally looked like he was forcing himself to stay awake.

"Go to sleep, Ney,"Y/n said gently,” I know you’re gonna have to get up soon.“ He looked like he wanted to protest but he knew she was right. He had to be up to get ready for training in a few short hours. If he was smart he would get back to sleep.

"I hate these time differences, we barely got to talk.” he frowned.

“I know,” Y/n pouted as she leaned closer to her screen,“ but look at it this way, I’ll be back in Barcelona by Sunday–I’ll even get to make your match.”

That bit of information was enough to make Neymar break out into a bright albeit it tried smile,“I’m looking forward to it.”

After saying a couple more I miss you’s and I love you’s the young couple blew each other kisses, wished each other a good night and ended their FaceTime call.

Y/n shut her laptop and put it aside as she lay still allowing the exhaustion she had been fighting to take over her senses. Just before she could get to sleep her phone went off on the bedside dresser. She reached for it and immediately smiled at what she saw. On her lock screen was a notification of a text from Neymar.

Minha Cabeça Grande😍😍❤️

Bons sonhos, minha princesa😘❤️

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The blender fic

Title: the blender fic Prompt: Dan and Phil are doing the smoothie challenge and some kinky shit happens Definitely more that 1000 words Warnings:smut (duh), boyxboy , bondage, top!Phil, Dom!Phil, feclefilia (I’m not sure if that’s how its spelt), vomiting This sucks ass tbh but I wrote it any way as a joke so if you get sick easily DO NOT READ Love, Ellie

“Hey everybody and today I’m with the sexiest beast on the planet , DAN!” Phil yells into the camera . “hellooo bitches!” Dan says with a creepy eyebrow wiggle . For some reason , dan stared at phil for a little too long. He was beautiful. Ebony black hair, blue eyes like the ocean, and the cutest little emo haircut ever . “so today requested b y nobody at all , we will be doing the SMOOTHIE CHALLENGE!” Phil says as him and dan do jazz hands at the blender. “We went on twitter and asked you guys what ingredients we should use and your guys gave us some… Interesting answers. ” he paused, pointing at dan to continue the explanation. “Then I , dan Howell , printed our favs out. Not us , but Me cause phil won’t get off his lazy ass.” They burst out laughing . “I’m sorry but wasnt I the one who edited your video yesterday?” Phil says looking straight at dan. “So don’t fucking complain” dan was shocked at Phil’s use of language. He never swore. “Fine. But anyways the way this works is that we put a bunch of slips of paper with ingredients on them in a bowl. There is also another bowl with sizes of glasses in it. Basicly , we pick 7 ingredients and a cup size to make a smoothie to drink!” Dan explains, now out of breath. “I need to get something from the other room before we start okay?” Phil says rushing off to the other room. “Okay….” Dan replies . After phil was out of sight ,dan slipped in a couple of tweets that had some ingredients like marshmellows, bubble gum, ext. As he slips in the last piece of paper he turns around in relief, only to see phil standing there. “What the hell are you doing?” Phil says, pacing towards dan. “Uh… Noth-nothing” dan tells phil, worried as fuck. Phil bites his lip. “Bad dan… You need to be punished….” He gets closer, looking the younger boy up and down. “Phil….. ” dan says “shhhh you must not talk. Only good boys can talk.” Phil gets closer, dans feels his  jeans get tighter and tighter around his crotch . “and you my  bear are a dirty little slut.” Phil then pushes his lips onto dans, holding the boys hand a up as he does so. “Im gonna make you scream my name howell . punish you to show yah not to cheat eh?” Dan let out a whimper . “shut up.” Phil says as he slams his lips into Dan’s. He lifts the brown haired boy up and puts him on the counter . of course, Phil gets out some rope he had in the cabinet. “There we go…” Phil mumbles after tying the last knot. “Phil… Let me go!” Dan screams. “Shhhh or the neighbors will hear. you want to be a good boy, remember?” Dan struggles against his restraints , only to cause them to dig into his skin deeper. Phil paces around the kitchen for a moment , watching Dans every move. “Well…. how can i punish you? I cant do any serious "physical damage” cause the amount I would have to give you to teach you a lesson would send you to a&e (thats what they call the er in england  right?) so psychological damage will do it. what can I do? “  he looks around the large room for a bit, but settles his eyes on the appliance on the counter. Not the microwave. Not the electric can opener. What he set his eyes on was the thing that caused all of this shit in the first place : the blender. "Oh look what we have here! a blender!” Dans face fills with fright, cause he knows how kinky Phil could get. For all Dan knows Phil could kill him out of sexual pleasure. “you know…. I REALLY wanted to make a smoothie… maybe you could… sample it?” Phil lets out a mischievous laugh. At this point dan was scared for his life… and worried about his lovers sanity.  The ebony haired boy struts over to Dan, like some model for playboy, and tugs on the hem of the boys jeans. Phil slowly unbuttons them,taking his sweet ass time. After what seemed hours but in reality was a mere minute ,  the button was finally undone. Phil than tugs off the younger ones paints and with that, Dan is more vulnerable as ever. “ Aw bear it looks like you are already hard for me… how sweet” Phil says with an evil grin. He then rips the fabric covering Dans length in half, only leaving the remaining fabric hang from his thigh. After grabbing the measuring cup of of the counter, Phil starts pumping Dans cock.  Dan bites his lip to muffle the sound of him moaning , but fails miserably . “You like that my little whore? ” Dan nods in response  . “My little toy. My little slave”  He continues to jerk the boy off, making sure to hold the measuring cup under the boys length. “Phil… im gonna…” with that Dan releases the white liquid. As expected it falls right into the measuring cup “good boy! Now that. We have your cum, all i need is for you to shit into the blender , for me to get that chicken liver that’s in the fridge, and to spice things up…. a chocolate bar… cherry flavored.”  Dan was shocked. Did Phil really expect him to eat his own shit? “you want me to do what?” Dan asks, hoping that phil was joking. “ Yeah, i want you to shit in the blender. Go on. ” Phil then unties his boytoy so he can go and do what he has been told. 

Dan walks over ever to the other counter ever so slowly. “Come on you lil bitch dont be shy” After he says that Phil shoves Dan over to the counter which causes Dan to get hit in the gut with cold marble. He climbs on top of the hard surface like a cat climbing up on furniture and positions himself over the blender. The brunette trys to get something to come out but nothing happens. Well in till about the 15th try where a long solidish stream of shit comes rushing out of his anus. “That’s my boy , good job” Phil coos . “don’t I need to wipe my ass…. I don’t think you want shit all over the kitchen…” Dan asks, staring into Phil’s crystal blue orbs. They were almost hypnotizing, you could get lost in them for seconds, hours, even days. “Well… I had something else planned. Lean over the counter!” Phil demands . “But shouldnt I wipe my-” “LEAN OVER THE COUNTER” with that Dan instantly turns towards the wall , and lays the top part of his body on the counter. He hears shuffling and then he feels somebody licking his bottom. Wait… Was Phil… “Mmmm I bet you love this the little slut you are.” He continues licking “you know we should do this more often, maybe weekly. ” A warm sensation is sent down Dans body , causing him to let out a moan. “Fuc-fuck Phil” he pants out , gripping on to the counter. Sadly this didn’t last for long, because as everyone knows Phil has a strong tounge. Phil pulls away and sighs. “Mmm that was fun, wasn’t it” he walks towards the refrigerator to get out the rest of the ingredients. “Yeah it was …” Dan blushes.Setting down the ingredients on the counter next to Dan , he leans in and strattles Dan . The kiss is passionate and full of list , love, and desire. “You like tasting your own shit, my little whore?” Phil asks , it being muffled by the kiss. “Mhm. I love it.” Dan rips of Phil’s shirt and eventually slides off Phil’s pants as well , leaving Him only on his boxers. “Since you did so much for Me, I wanna do something for you ” he gently lifts Phil off of him and pats on the counter for his boyfriend to sit. “Alright” Phil says with a wink. Dan stands up and gets on his knees in front of phil . After he pulls Phil’s boxers down, Dan grasps his hard cock. He gently sucks on the head , inserting his tounge in Phil’s slit occasionally. “OH COME ON STOP BEING SUCH A TEASE!” Phil yells. “Okay” and with that , Dan pushed his whole head down on the 7 incher.He bobs his head up and down like a pogo stick, managing to still fondal Phil’s balls. “Oh my god” Phil leans his head back in pleasure, now seeing stars. But being the ass Dan is , he stops. “All done” He says looking up at Phil , flickering his eyes. “You will pay for that…” Phil tells Dan , every so sly. He grabbs the ingredients and takes them over to the blender. First he adds the chocolate, not even bothering to take it out of the plastic. Then he adds the last ingredient: the liver. “Oh. Look at the expiration date… It says 9/2/13… I guess you will be getting sick… Oh well. ” after ripping open the packaging, Phil dumps the liver into the blender. After that he walks over to the spice cabinet and opens it. Browsing his endless selection, he picks out 3 of the most pogent ingredients . A dried Carolina ripper , a large jar of nutmeg, and a bottle of the same size of cinnamon. He sashes over to the counter and sets the spices down. He takes the pepper out of the bag by the stem, holding it up in the air “Dan, did you know that this little pepper is the hottest pepper known to man? I heard a man died trying to eat 10 of them. t that such a COOL fact” Dan looks astonished. Did Phil want to kill him? “Well whatever I’m going to add it anyway.” Phil then drops it in the blender with everything else. Next he holds up the jars of cinnamon and nutmeg. “Look at what we have here! Our friends nutmeg and cinnamon. I also heard you could die by eating too much of these as well.” He sets them both down on the counter and screws the top off of bot h of them. After picking up them both again, he pours all of them into the blender. “Yay! Now we are done with this whole ingredients thing. Now all I need to do is turn it on” Phil then pushes the blue button. When all of the ingredients we’re ebeing mixed together , Dan thought it looked like a van gouh painting. You know with all of the splashes of color . after about of a minute of blending Phil decides to turn it off. “I think by now its somewhat drinkable.” He grabs the tallest glass and sets it next to the blender. He then takes off the top of the blender and pours Dan a nice, big glass for him to chug down. Phil now hands the glass to his test subject”Here you go. Now drink” he says in a stern tone. “But I’m not really feeling that well and-” Phil plugs Dan’s nose and force feeds him it . To Dan this was udder torture but to Phil it was the hottest thing in the world. He took the glass away for a moment so Dan could breathe. “This tastes like shit.” “Well of course it does that’s the main ingredient.” “My mouths on fire” “that’s because of the cinnamon and the pepper.” “Oh right” Phil plugs Dan’s nose again and force feeds it to him again. Dan then starts feeling nauseous, light headed , and aroused at the same time. Something he never thought would be possible. “Phil I’m going to puke!” He yells. But his words are muffled by the disgusting concoction. Finally , after what seemed hours , the last bit of drink is swallowed. Then Dan does what any normal person would have done. Vomit. “You better clean that up.” Phil says , disgusted, which is funny considering what he just did. “Okay I’ll get the paper towel” “no… Lick it up.” Phil says, staring into Dan’s eyes.”wh-what” Dan was astonished. Did Phil want him to do that after drinking his own crap. “You heard me. Go along now.” Dan sits on the floor moving his face towards the mess. He then lightly places his tongue on the spot where he puked. He licks it up slowly at first but as time went on he relized that he will get this done in over with sooner if he licked up the vomit faster. So after a fewmore minutes, he was done. Now standing up he gives Phil this look of “what the fuck” . “why are you so surprised. The most innocent people are always the kinkyest.” Phil gives Dan the most innocent smile in the world and cocks his head to the side. “Hey Phil” “what love” “I think we just filmed a sex tape.” “Well… We can edit that out later.” And with that they cleaned out the blender , got dressed, and filmed the rest of the video.