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I’m not a kid

Words: 2211 of pure smut lmao

Warning: Smut

Reader X Jungkook


Originally posted by dream-bts

You could say you had drink more than ever. You weren’t drunk, but you could feel the alcohol burning inside you. You were hanging out with Jimin and Jungkook as always. However, you never had understood why Jungkook was there, since you always saw him as a kid - despite the fact he was your age. Not that you didn’t like his presence, you loved it, he was one of your closest friends but he always looked like so… innocent.
You were all sit on the couch, you between the two guys.
“Wow, Y/N, I had never seen you drinking like this” Jimin pointed, a funny smile on his face.
“I don’t have reasons to control myself” you said as you took one more shot. The vodka reached your stomach like fire.
“She wanna get drunk” Jungkook said, obviously hiding his smirk as he saw your face twisting by the drink.
“Shut up, kid” you said
“We are the same age” he mumbled as Jimin laughed at your teasing.
Jungkook called the waitress and ordered one more round of shots, and you looked up in time to see her blushing under Jungkook’s stare. She smiled in a obvious flirty way and you strangely felt a little of jealousy. However it was just a friendly jealousy, you thought.
“Did you see that?” Jungkook asked Jimin, both with devilish eyes.
“Yes. She obviously would let you fuck her” Jimin said and you gasped.
“You are disgusting” you mumbled
“No, we are just young and beautiful, sweetheart” Jungkook said and Jimin agreed.
“Yes, Jimin may be, but you are just a kid” you groaned and his smile disappeared.
“You could sleep without that” Jimin laughed out loud.
“He deserved” you said, turning your body so your back was facing Jungkook, and you smiled at Jimin
“You love me, right?” Jungkook groaned from behind you.
“Be quiet while the adults are talking, kid” you said, not even turning to look at him and you heard his groan.
A few hours later, after a little teases from you to Jungkook, it was time to go home.
“Well, i’m gonna go home. Thanks for being my company, boys. See ya after ok?” you said as you hugged Jimin, but when you were about to hug Jungkook, he stepped away.
“Actually, it’s too late. I think i’m going to take you home, if you don’t care” he said. You looked at your clock, and it really was late.
“Ok, then” Jimin said “See you, Y/N. Jungkook you got the extra key?”
“Yes”
“Ok” Jimin said and got into his car.
You and Jk made your way home, talking bullshits and joking.
“Why do you keep calling me a kid?” Jungkook suddenly asked.
“I…hum… I dunno Kookie. I see you as a kid. You are too innocent and I can’t see you like I see Jimin” you answered.
“You know what, Y/N? I’m not that kid you think I’m” he said, you looked at him, his jaw was clenched. He looked so gorgeous. You didn’t say anything else till you got home.


“Can I come in? I need to use the bathroom” Jungkook asked as you opened your apartment’s front door.
“Yes, sure”
You entered into the living room. He already had been in your house so you didn’t guide him.
When he came back, he said he was leaving and you hugged him.
“You know where is the door, right?” you asked playfully and he smiled, nodding. When you saw him going towards the door you went to your bedroom, not even checking if he had left. You started undressing yourself. You were just in your underwear when you realized you didn’t have heard the door being opened or even closed.
You turned around to go checking and almost fell back when you saw Jungkook leaned on the door frame of your bedroom, staring at your semi naked body.
“What the fuck?” you screamed “Jungkook, what are you doing? Get the fuck out of here, now!” you said as you tried to cover yourself with your hands.
He just smirked. You got confused.
“So, you really think I’m…what did you call me? Ah! An innocent kid?” he said, tilting his head to the side.
You froze. You didn’t know what was happening or what was about to happen.
“Jungkook, I am semi naked. If you got hurt because I called you that, please, at least let me dress myself up and then we can talk about it, ok?” you said, still trying to cover yourself.
“That’s the problem, Y/N” he said, and started to walk towards you. You felt your heartbeats getting faster and stepped away. “I don’t wanna talk about me not being a kid”, he was in front of you now. “I wanna show you” he said and leaned in. You looked into his eyes and they were full of lust. The way he was looking at you… You grabbed his neck, trying to pull him closer but then he pushed you against the wall. You gasped as you felt your back touching the cold surface. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and put then above your head. The other managed to squeeze your waist and finally his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn’t passionate. It was rough and you liked it.
He bit on your bottom lip and pulled it, earning him a moan from you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every part of it. His hand left your waist and found your ass, squeezing it harshly as his mouth went down to your jawline and soon reached your neck. He sucked on your exposed skin, often giving you soft bites. He let your wrists go and you automatically wrapped your fingers on his hair, pulling him even closer. You felt his smirk against you.
“Seems like the kid is making you feel good, right?” he teased and you groaned in response. He slapped your ass and you gasped. “Answer me right when i’m being so nice to you” he said, biting your skin a little bit harshly.
“Yes, kid” you teased him to push him even further. He pulled away from you and slapped your cheek softly.
“Don’t fucking call me that when I am so close to fuck you” he groaned and you smirked. You felt yourself getting wet by his words and actions.
He started getting down, licking your breasts, your stomach and then he was kneeled in front of you. You looked down at him, he was looking up at you. That was so hot, so intimate. Your head was spinning. You were almost fucking one of your best friends. Jungkookie. The kid. He leaned in and rubbed the nose from your thigh to your semi clothed pussy.
He teased you, biting and licking over your panties, you whimpered because all you really wanted was to feel him better. He stood up and stared at you.
“Take your bra off” he whispered. You did as he said. He sighed when he saw your boobs. He grabbed your now bare breasts, squeezing one softly as his tongue played with the other. You moaned, arching your back.
He pulled away and undressed himself. You looked at his already hard cock and licked your lips. He pumped himself as he stared at you. His tip was dripping with pre-cum.
“You wanna it, huh?” he teased and you nodded.
“I dunno if you deserve anything from me. I am a kid, remember? This wouldn’t be right” he teased.
You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to beg, and you were excited enough to do that.
“Jungkook please. Please let me suck your cock” you begged and he immediately forced your shoulders down and you kneeled in front of him. You grabbed his erection and started moving your hand up and down slowly and his head fell back. “Are you gonna tease me all night, sweetheart? Or are you gonna suck my fucking dick?” he groaned and your clit screamed for you to be touched. You kept teasing him, licking the head of his cock and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He wrapped his fingers on your hair and forced your head, so he was fully into your mouth. You gripped his thighs with your nails trying to push him away but he didn’t let you. “No, baby girl. Take it, take my fucking dick” he groaned, bobbing your head in and out. You managed to lick every part of his cock and looked up at him. He was staring at you with darkened eyes and you kept eye contact. You supposed he was about to cum because he pulled you away from him with a pop.
He pulled you up and told you to lay down on the bed. You did as he said. He crawled over you and placed his lips on yours. He pulled away and did spread your legs apart. He placed himself between them and kissed your stomach, licking and sucking. You moaned in pleasure. His hands started squeezing your waist, then your boobs. He kissed you again and his hand finally reached your still clothed pussy. He rubbed small circles on your clit and you couldn’t help but whimper.
“Jungkook, please” you begged
“Does that feels good?” he asked
You moaned in response and he smirked devilish. He put your panties aside and easily did slide one finger inside you.
“You’re so fucking wet. Are you this wet for me? This kid?” he teased
“Jungkoook, pleaseee” you whimpered.
“Who are you this wet for?”
“You” you whispered
“Good” he said and finally took off your panties. His thumb played with your clit, adding pressure and your eyes shut closed. You needed more. He did slide one finger into you again, and then a second, finally a third. The room was filled with wet sounds your pussy was doing. You were about to cum on his fingers when he suddenly put them out, making you groan. He pumped his dick a few times and placed his tip on your entrance, but didn’t push in, and you tried to move yourself against him to earn some friction.
“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked as he pushed in only the tip and circled it slowly, teasing you even more
“God damn, Jungkook! Please just do me!” you begged and he smirked.
“I think you’re not being clear enough"he teased
You got frustrated. You needed him to fuck you.
“Please, please jungkook fuck me hard and senseless ” you begged and his smirk appeared again.
“As you wish, princess” he said and slammed into you.
“Fuck” he groaned “your so tight”
He pulled out slowly and you cried out with the emptiness you felt. He slammed in again and you gasped.
His thrusts were very very slow, you needed more. You half cried and half moaned, begging him for more.
“jungkookie…” you moaned. He leaned in and kissed you, his thrusts still in a slow pace. “More, please”
He stopped moving and turned you around, he pulled your butt a little bit up and pushed into you again from behind. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head and leaned in. “Do you like to feel my cock on your tight little pussy?” he whispered on your ear.
You managed to say a clear “yes”. His thrusts became faster and harder. He was pushing in really deep, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
“You’re really hot” he groaned. The sound of his skin slapping yours turned you on even more. His hand that wasn’t wrapped on your hair was now playing with your nipples and then started rubbing your clit, adding pleasure.
He stopped moving again and did lay down. He tapped his lap, signaling you.
“Ride me” he said and you straddled his hips. He grabbed your waist and lowered you slowly, but you were so nasty you lowered yourself with a slap against his thigh.
“Fuck” he gasped. You started moving up and down, his hand reached your breasts and played with them. He was thrusting really deep and every thrust was pushing you over the edge. You felt your climax getting closer and closer as he thrusted into you.
“Cum for me” he said and slapped your ass. That was enough for you, the mix of pain and pleasure making you cum.
“Jungkook” you moaned and when he heard his name coming out from your mouth, he came too.
“Fuck, Y/N” he groaned as he released inside you.
You got off his lap and did lay beside him, both breaths heavy. 


You both were cleaned up and dressed up. You were sit on the edge of your bed and he stopped in front of you. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked
“No. Jungkook, that was amazing” you said, blushing. He smirked and sighed.
He pulled you up. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips, which was nothing seemed like those he gave you when you were fucking. He pulled away and smirked at you, leaning his forehead on yours.
“So, still see me as a kid?” he asked.

So let’s recap. In the pilot Victor asks Yuuri, the guy who spent the night before drunkenly hitting on him, for a commemorative photo and Yuuri won’t even look Victor in the eye, just pretends he didn’t hear him (burn, much?) and then an entire year later Victor sees a youtube video of the guy who rejected him skating one of Victor’s old routines (in his podunk hometown rink, out of shape and washed up), and immediately goes YES I STILL HAVE A SHOT and fucking hops on a plane a day later, waltzes into Yuuri’s home, gets buck naked and waits.

I stg I dreamed this show into being.

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I don’t know the story of this self defense shooting but here are some things we can learn:
1. Speed, surprise, and violence of action is demonstrated.
2. Close quarters gunfights last seconds.
3. One shot usually isn’t enough to stop someone.
4. Bad guys work in pairs. From the looks of this video, the guy in dark clothes has a revolver of his own, but flees as soon as shooting starts. Why? Because most criminals are cowards and flee at the first sign of resistance. They don’t expect resistance. They expect an easy hit.
5. Even if the odds are against you numerically… you can still triumph and protect others through your decisive action.
Train hard everyone. Keep your head on a swivel. Carry a gun with a lot of bullets.
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#selfdefense #shooting #protectothers

i just think it’s really important to note the differences between how jace –– a guy who pretty much self-identifies and tries to act as a dude who Does Not Like Simon Lewis –– looks at simon, and how alec –– a guy who genuinely does not like simon lewis –– looks at simon.

like, this scene in ep 2. these gifs are in chronological order and the shots are literally right after each other

here’s what’s happening. simon is being a nerd; he obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about and is supposedly pretty annoying to the experienced shadowhunters

here’s jace’s reaction ––

here’s alec’s reaction ––

now, one of these is not like the other.

alec is genuinely annoyed by this new dude. rolling his eyes just doesn’t cut it for this trainwreck of a mundane; he’s gotta literally throw his head back to convey the agony of being in this situation

jace, on the other hand, smiles and looks more fond than anything. there’s no annoyance in his eyes, no sign of him being anything other than completely endeared by simon and his antics.

what i’m trying to say here is that jace is absolutely, unequivocally in love with simon lewis and he hasn’t even known simon for more than like 5 minutes

I hate this misconception that Cassian is heartless. Did you guys even watch the movie? Did you see the look of regret on his face after he shot that informer in the back? That is not the face of senseless killer, that is the face of a man forced to do whatever it takes to protect the Rebellion he has worked with his entire life. He didn’t want to kill an ally but he had to in order to save the cause that he believed in.

Cassian is not heartless; people have to make tough decisions in wars.

Every Ghost Adventures episode ever
  • Zak pretends not to be terrified
  • Zak gets annoyed at one of the guys (usually Aaron)
  • Aaron makes an innuendo/ bad joke
  • Someone trips/ falls over
  • The guys hear an entire aria in an EVP that just sounds like rustling
  • “At this exact moment…”
  • “Was this spirit (Zak describes a totally random action)???”
  • CHEESY REENACTMENTS
  • Nick feels sick/ gets chills
  • The guys see a human figure in a formless blob/ an orb that looks like a moth
  • Aaron gets left on his own
  • Zak yells “SHHH”
  • Zak continues to yell “SHHH” for a full minute after everyone else has shut up
  • “DUDE! OH MY GOD, BRO…MAN…DUDE…BRO…BRO”
  • Nick tries to sass the ghosts
  • Zak does something ridiculous “to get evidence”
  • Nick starts full on screaming
  • At least one super close up shot of Aaron making this face:
Dating Derek Hale Would Include:

- His eyes on you 24/7.

- Him protecting you at every cost, being super protective over you.

- Taking care of him and cleaning up his wounds (the blood stains or if it hasn´t healed).

- Him giving every guy that looks at you the “I´m gonna kill you” look.

- Fighting and ending up making out and having sex.

- Neck kisses.

- Wrapping his strong arms around you from behind and resting his head/chin on your shoulder (all the time).

- Sitting on his lap.

- Training with him which usually ends up with heavy make out sessions & sex.

- Piggyback rides.

- Being sassy to him when he gives you attitude.

- Him finding it incredibly hot when you´re sassy.

- Always putting your needs before his.

- Getting frustrated when you don’t listen to him.

- Sensual & sweet kisses 24/7.

- Wearing his leather jacket and shirts (they smell amaaziing).

- Being the only one who he opens up to.

- You knowing how to make him smile.

- Lecturing each other.

- Grumpy Derek.

- Him telling you he´d rip anyones throat out for you, with his teeth!

- Watching him workout.

- Him always checking if you´re okay.

- Annoying each other.

- Make out sessions and sex pretty much anywhere in his loft.

- Showering together.

- Being crazy in love with each other.


(not my gifs)

Shawn Mendes One Shot: The Ellen Show

A.N: This one is a little long like always. I really enjoyed writing it though. I’m debating a continuation, but I’m not sure? If you guys liked it or want more, please let me know! I’d appreciated it. ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

Also I got the inspiration for this one from @everythingshawnmendes ‘s work of “Spill Your Guts.”. Check that one out too!

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“You’ll be on in ten.” A guy with a headset said quickly before poking his head back out the door.

My manager looked at me and smiled getting up from his seat. “You ready?” He asked.

I looked in the dressing mirror and look over myself sitting in the chair. My hair was in fluffy curls, makeup simple for daytime television. I had a nice blue tartan top on with a matte black skirt. I felt really good and was excited.

“Yeah. I’m good. Excited actually.” I smiled back grabbing my phone from my lap.

My manager went through tips for the interview. We had not given any specific limitations on questions as we didn’t have scandals or secrets the public was aware of. But regardless he went over them.

“It will probably be similar to last time. Maybe a little more different. You’ve gained a lot more popularity since the last time on the show. You know how she likes to blindside you with questions you’d have to be careful answering.”

I nodded but felt prepared. I scrolled through my phone waiting for them to call me to stage.

The guy with the headset turned up a few minutes later. “Alright, they are ready for you. If you’ll follow me.”

We got up from our seats and exited my dressing room. The guy in the headset began prepping me. “So you’ll wait at the steps and head down after Ellen introduces you. You’ll have the first part of the interview for about 5 minutes. She will cut to break. The second part of the interview will be a game, I believe you agreed to ‘Who’d You Rather?’ correct?”

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Idk I just kinda wanna congratulate WIT for crafting a piece of artwork where Levi actually looks…like his age, for once! Like, I know I’m not the only one who still has trouble believing the dude’s in his thirties, and literally every scene from the manga or anime always made me doubt that number but here

like idk its probably the wrinkles around his eyes but he looks so…mature? And serious? But not constipated or anything. Like…idk but for some reason this artwork makes me buy into his character alot more than…all the previous stuff. Is that weird? Probably lol. Until now I could never really relate to the fandom’s obsessions with Levi’s looks, but now I see xD. 

Obvious

could you write a spencer x reader where he likes the reader and is SUPER obvious and like everyone teases him (including the reader) but it gets to the point where he snaps and says the reason he never makes a move is because he’s insecure? nervous and awkward spencer is my life! Thank you so much you’re one of my fav blogs!

Oh my word, thank you so much for your kind words!  I can most certainly do this.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“You’re starin’, Pretty Boy,” Derek smirks as he thumps his fist lightly on Spencer’s desk.

He jumps at the admission as his cheeks flush furiously.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmurs lightly as he shoves his face back into the folder on his desk.

“Don’t worry.  Y/N’s a pretty one.  Lots of the guys look at her,” Derek muses with a smile on his face.

And all Spencer does is clench his jaw.


“Spence, just tell her how you feel,” J.J. urges.

“Why does everyone think I have a crush on Y/N!?” he shrieks as he pulls his coffee from his lips.

“Well, for one genius, you automatically knew who we were talking about,” Garcia grins as she shuffles over to the corner, “and I, for one, have it on good authority that Y/N feels the same way.”

“Come on, Spence.  The worst she can say is ‘no’,” J.J. points out.

“Yeah…the worst is just rejection.  Got it,” Spencer huffs as he turns and leaves the group of women crowding around to talk about it.

But he was tired of hearing about it.


“You look nice today, Y/N.  Any special occasion?” Rossi asks as you come sauntering in all put together.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our Pretty Girl in make-up,” Derek smiles broadly as he comes and gives you a one-armed hug.

“You look nice,” Hotch smiles as he gives you a light hug.

“Thanks, guys,” you smile as the group surrounds you.

“Doesn’t she look nice, Reid!?” Prentiss shouts behind her shoulder as the group turns their heads to look at him.

“I never understand why women are so obsessed with how they look,” Spencer murmurs as his eyes work quickly along some paperwork.

In reality, he was wholly focused on you in his peripheral.

So much so that he saw your face drop at his statement.

“You look nice, Y/N,” Spencer says as he furrows his brow.

“You haven’t even looked,” you say lightly.

“I’m sure you’re beautiful,” Spencer says as he quickly turns the page.

“I bet the girl you have a crush on would love to look into your eyes as you say that,” you smirk as the team goes slack-jawed and turns their attention back to you.

But no one could have predicted the tension that Spencer would have snapped under.

Especially with those words coming from you.

“Look!” he begins as he shuts his book harshly.

It makes you jump as he swivels in his chair to look at the group.

His eyes looked more haggard than normal, and you were beginning to worry.

“Yes, Y/N.  You look beautiful.  Y-y-…you always do.  Every morning.  No matter what.  Even the morning last week when you were on the third day of your period and you had ice cream stains on your pajama shirt that you tried passing off as your work shirt.”

Your face began to pale.

“Reid…?” Rossi asks lightly.

“The reason why I didn’t say anything was-…was because I was scared, alright!?  Y/N…s-s-she’s perfect.  Strong, smart, funny.  Knows how to be around…people!”

His shrieking caused you to take a tentative step towards him.

“Spencer?” you ask lightly.

“And you’re intimidating, ok!?  You’re beautiful, and wonderful, and intimidating!  I-I-I knew you’d say no, so why even try!?  But no…everyone has to either shut me up or tease me about everything!”

His hands were shaking as you watched him lower them into his lap.

“But not Y/N,” he croaks out.  “She doesn’t shut me up or tease me about anything.”

You watched him closely as he drew a ragged breath through his chapped lips.

“Well, until now that is,” he murmurs lowly.

“Spencer, I’m sorry,” you say lowly

“Just go away,” he begs as his cheeks begin to flush red.

“But I’m not saying no,” you say.

And that caught his attention.

His tired eyes lifted to yours, studying intently for any sign of malice, ill-intent, or lying.

And he found nothing.

“You what?” he asks.

“How long have you been struggling to sleep?” you breathe.

And you watched Spencer heave a deep-boned sigh as Hotch slowly comes up beside you.

“Why don’t you help him home, Y/N?” he asks.

“Hotch, I’m-”

“Get him home,” he says sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you say as you rush over to his side and help him out of his chair.

And when you took his hand, the world slowly slid into place.

Office Party 2016

I hate office Christmas parties. Hate them. It’s not the music or the ugly as sin sweaters. It’s not even the shitty Secret Santa exchanges or the awkward, hopefully forgotten conversations with half-drunken co-workers who don’t even have the common decency to look at you the other 364 miserable days. It’s none of that.

It’s f*cking Craig.

Perfect Craig and his bullshit, ‘go get em’ attitude that makes the rest of us look bad, and his million dollar smile. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anything more than I hate this a*hole. There’s always one of him in every office, one guy who’s so locked in to winning that no one else gets a chance. Gotta hand it to him. He’s good at it. It’s gotten him a corner office, front row parking space and a shot at every single worthwhile piece of tail in the department. Jerk is always one step ahead, one move faster.

I hate him.

I sipped my watered-down, bottom shelf Gin and watched as Craig spun Sheila for the billionth time on the dance floor to some shitty 80’s pop song. I can’t stomach the sight of it. I’m stuck over here, invisible in this ridiculous Santa’s hat, under the bar’s muted television, and this piece of shit is having the time of his life, getting patted on the back and having free drinks tossed his way.

God, I hate him…

This party’s not gonna end the same as last year’s. Not by a long shot. I won’t be slinking home alone, and Craig won’t be enjoying the intern. I came prepared this year. Right after I’m done with this shitty drink, I’m gonna get the revolver from my glove compartment and show everyone who really deserves the respect. I’ll show them who’s not gonna get pushed around any—

BANG!

The party screamed and I snapped to the ear-splitting sound. The pistol’s barrel breathed a spiral of sinister smoke up past Craig’s waist and in front of his eyes. Sheila’s crumpled body is in a heap by his side. I watched, heart pounding in my throat, as Craig reached up and locked the door behind him.

“I’m tired of carrying all of you useless bastards all year long,” Craig said, darkly. The gun eagerly panned over the shivering mass of our co-workers. “Time to thin the herd.”

When the gun settled on me I knew I was f*cked. It’s like I said before. Craig was always one step ahead. One move faster.

Tearing Us Apart

Could you write a Daryl X reader where Negan lies and tells Daryl that he killed the reader and Daryl gets really upset but when he sees her again he cant believe his eyes. (Sorry that this is kind of a shitty request)

This isn’t a shitty request!! I hope you like this! I know you guys might’ve been expecting an update of No Regrets & Don’t Look Back but I figured since I posted chapters of both stories twice, I should make it fair and post another two requests. Did that statement make sense? Geez, I’m tired haha.

By the way, I wanted to let you guys know that I won’t be able to post this Saturday since I’m working until midnight and staying at my dad’s without my computer. And I won’t be posting at all next weekend as I’ll be in LA that weekend.

ANYWAYS, enough about that! On with the one shot!!


You couldn’t believe how easy it had been for one person to break you and your entire group. How were you supposed to move forward after watching a man bash your friend’s brains in? And that just wasn’t enough for this man.

Negan was his name. Negan. That name would give you chills for the rest of your life. Once he was finished slaughtering your friend, Abraham, he took the time to observe all the looks of heartbreak on everyone’s faces, relishing in the cries and the way their bodies trembled with fear and agony.

He noticed you, holding onto your wounded boyfriend as he was bleeding profusely, his normally tan skin was now white as a ghost. Daryl Dixon, who was usually your superman, was now curled up next to you, shaking with rage the more Negan laughed.

He’d gathered enough strength to punch Negan in the face even though you’d tried to stop him. You wished you could say it ended there but it didn’t. You all lost Glenn as a result of Daryl’s sudden lack of judgement. And then Daryl was taken with Negan when all was said and done. Your heart was broken, losing two friends and the love of your life all in the same night.

Daryl had fought as hard as he could to keep Negan from taking him away from you. You had nail marks on your arm from Daryl trying to stay with you and one of Negan’s men, Dwight pulling him towards his van.

“No!” you’d screamed. Dwight had finally pushed you down to the ground, which forced you out of Daryl’s grip. He was shouting your name but your own sobs were drowning him out.

“He’s mine now,” you heard Negan say to Rick. Negan turned to you while Rick was blubbering and shaking on the ground, “I’ll take good care of him, Y/N. Don’t you worry, pretty lady.”

“Please don’t take him,” you wept, “Please I’m begging you.”

“Sorry, darlin’,” Negan said, patting your shoulder as he stood up, “Begging doesn’t work on me. Let’s head out!”

And just like that, Negan, his boys, and Daryl were gone. Maggie and Sasha continued to Hilltop and Rick took the rest of you back to Alexandria to get ready for Negan’s return in one week. You couldn’t care less if Negan took all your belongings. You just wanted to know if Daryl was okay.


Those first few days were unbearable. Once Daryl arrived in The Sanctuary and his wounds were treated, he was stripped and thrown into a dark room with the same overly cheery song playing over and over again on a speaker. At first, it kept him from sleeping but eventually he managed to find sleep. They barely fed him and when they did, he was given a sandwich with dog food. It barely had a taste but he still couldn’t stand it. Still, it was food and he was hungry.

But what about you? He couldn’t get the image of you completely broken, crying into the dirt as he was forced from your arms. He wanted his friends back, he wanted you back. He’d already made an escape attempt, which just led to him getting the shit kicked out of him.

And now Daryl was standing in Negan’s bedroom with him, having finally been given some clothes to wear even if they were filthy, stinking sweats. Negan was swinging his bat around, pacing back and forth going on and on about how compassionate he was and he was a “stand-up guy” and all that.

“Hey,” Negan said, “You listening? Or are you a little distracted?”

“Probably distracted by that girl,” Dwight piped in, “His little girlfriend.”

“Figured,” Negan scoffed, “Let me save you some trouble, Daryl. You won’t have to be distracted by that girl anymore. I took care of that little problem.”

Daryl looked up, breaking his silence, “What do you mean?”

Negan smirked, “Don’t worry, Daryl. I made it quick.”

“You…” Daryl muttered, “You killed Y/N? Why? Why would you do that?”

“Thing is, you forced my hand, Daryl,” Negan said, “Couldn’t let you get away with the little stunt you pulled.”

“Wasn’t enough you killed Glenn?” Daryl snarled, “You had to kill Y/N too?”

“I thought the message would really sink in that way,” Negan chuckled, “Lucille wasn’t finished yet. It was a tie that needed to be severed, Daryl. There’ll be other women out there. Y/N ain’t the only pussy out there.”

Daryl bit his lip to keep himself from crying in front of Negan and Dwight. They’d already torn him apart, tortured him, beat him, and practically starved him. He couldn’t give them this satisfaction.

He wanted to kill him. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms so he wouldn’t do anything stupid again and get someone else killed. He made one bad decision and he was now paying for it and would pay for it the rest of his life. The last thing he wanted to do was cause someone else’s death.


Daryl could’ve figured out you were actually alive three days later when Negan came to Alexandria, but you and Rick had agreed that you would take a small group on a run to collect more things for Negan, not knowing that he would be showing up early. The idea was you would be back just in time for Negan’s actual arrival. Rick had eventually gone on a run of his own with Aaron, Rick arriving back home just a few days before you did.

And what a scene you came home to. Spencer and Olivia were dead, Aaron was beaten senseless, Eugene had been taken with Negan after he admitted it his him that made the bullet that Rosita used to attempt to kill Negan, only to hit his bat instead. Negan had cleaned you out completely, and Rick had finally broken free of his fear of Negan. He was ready to fight again.


“We need to go to Hilltop,” Rick declared, “We need to see Maggie and Sasha and get everyone in that community ready to fight with us. We’re taking him down.”

“And getting Daryl back,” you added, “And Eugene.”

“Right,” Rick agreed. You, Tara, Michonne, Carl, and Rosita went with Rick to Hilltop together and the very thought of getting Daryl back made your heart pound. Apparently, Daryl had been there when Negan came early to collect what he was “owed” and you hated yourself for missing that. You wanted to see him so badly, just to know that he was alright. Rick wouldn’t go into detail, knowing that you would get upset. But that just made you even more upset. It had to be bad enough that Rick didn’t want to say anything.

“We’re getting close,” Rick said.

“I hope Maggie made it okay,” you replied, “That her baby’s okay. She’s already lost so much.”

“Me too,” Michonne piped in, “I’m sure she is.”

They reached the front gates and you saw Maggie standing guard. From what you could see, she looked so much better than she had that night. It gave you a little more hope that she was okay.

As Maggie saw you and hurriedly climbed down the fence, the gates opened with a loud creak. She was waiting on the other side, immediately hugging Rick tightly.

“I’m okay,” she said, “The baby’s okay. All of us.”

There was a hint of doubt for Daryl when Negan claimed to have killed you. But when he joined Negan in Alexandria and you weren’t there, he knew it had to be true. If Negan hadn’t forbad Rick from talking Daryl, he would’ve asked him what the hell happened and where you’d been buried so he could say his proper good-byes. Not that Negan would give him that chance anyway.


The days were still rough but Daryl had learned to roll with it, stay quiet and not draw attention to himself. But he still had some bad days and needed his “time-outs” as Negan had called them in the same dark, musty room.

But this time, he wasn’t there for very long. He was sitting there for maybe ten minutes when a note slid under the door that told him to go now. Negan was gone already so maybe it was possible Daryl could make an escape this time.

Then again, he had help this time. Jesus, from the Hilltop community had helped him escape and brought him home. He was given some brand new clothes, a bath, and a hot meal. He’d gotten lucky this time but that didn’t change the fact that you were gone and he would never see you again. What was left to do now?

Daryl was buttoning up his shirt the next morning when he heard the gate open outside. Daryl came out as Jesus came to meet him. Daryl frowned, “Is it…?”

“Negan?” Jesus said, “Doubt it. Don’t worry, we’ll keep you hidden if he does show up here. Come on, let’s go see who it is.”

Daryl walked a few steps ahead of Jesus, rounding the corner to see his best friend hugging Maggie. But the second person to catch his eye took his breath away.

You didn’t notice him right away until you realized Rick’s attention had switched from Maggie to Jesus. You turned to see Daryl standing in front of Jesus and a cry escaped from your lips.

“Daryl!” you exclaimed. You started running as fast as you could towards him. He was so speechless, he couldn’t move a muscle except to open his arms to you. It was then that Daryl finally let it all out, sobbing as you jumped into his arms and kissed him over and over. He held you tightly, his head buried in your chest.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, “You’re alive! You’re alive!”

“I’m alive?” you said as Daryl set you down on the ground, “What’re you talking about?”

“Negan, he-he told me that he killed you,” Daryl explained, “I thought you were dead. I just…I can’t fuckin’ believe this.”

“I’m here,” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks and his. Your fingers grazed the bruising under his eye and you pressed your lips to his, “What did they do to you?”

“Don’t matter,” he replied, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I’m okay now, Y/N.”

You threw your arms around his neck and sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears, “I’m staying here with you. I don’t wanna be separated from you ever again.”

Daryl rubbed your back as Rick and the others came towards him. They waited patiently, knowing that nothing would ever tear him away from you again. He kissed the top of your head, “Never gonna happen, Y/N. Never again.”

Dating Damon Salvatore would include:

• you both walking around shirtless in the salvatore house
• piggyback rides
• day and night drinking
• SEX EVERYWHERE
• literally everywhere
• y'all are like bunnies, keep on goin at it
• you guys break the bed at some point
• him trying his best to do selfless good for you
• you being adorably annoying to him
• being best friends with Stefan
• *whistles* “Damn, Y/N, you’re looking so hot today”
• “what? I wasn’t hot yesterday?”
• when he messes up, you give him a long talk about being stupid
• “I literally want to slap you and make love to you at the same time”
• stealing his shirts and wearing them
• cooking together
• when the mystic falls gang catches a bad guy, you convince Damon not to torture them
• “ Damon, you’re like, really ugly”
• “oh really? That’s why you were screaming my name last night”
• him making you blush like 24/7
• comforting each other
• road trips
• solving problems together
• adorable Damon when you guys are alone
• strip teases when y'all are feeling kinky
• cute forehead + temple kisses
• never giving up on each other when things go wrong

Rejection [Roman Reigns]

requested

Hi could you do a request where reader constantly flirts with Roman n pretends to hate it…until she stops flirting with him one day n he gets jealous seeing reader flirting with someone else?? They end up together please

Originally posted by vaniwin

COME THRU DADDY REIGNS YEESSS

also this is kinda long?? i was gonna split it up into two parts but I ended it kinda short sO IF YOU WANT PART TWO PLEASE SHOOT ME AN ASK

“Hey, big guy,” you grinned, biting down on your bottom lip as you leaned against the locker room wall, watching Roman lace his boots. He shot a look at you, smiling somewhat.

“Uh, hi,” he responded, eyes flickering away from yours to disrupt the brief eye contact. He swallowed, showing clear discomfort. You sighed, feeling your wistful feelings flutter away, but you persisted. 

“Watcha doin’?” You questioned, smiling at him sweetly.

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Heaven- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Can I request a daryl imagine where he sees y/n talking to some guy who was always flirting with her and he gets upset over thinking and they have a fight and he says that he knows he’s no good for her and lots of fluff?”

Word count:
 449

Warnings: swearing

Note:
 i feel like i said “ain’t” way too much LOL 

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“(Y/N),” Daryl called, his voice slightly rougher than usual. Your head snapped back, looking straight at the blue-eyed man. “Come ‘ere.” 

Confusion slipped into your mind, your head tilting to the right with furrowed brows. Daryl nibbled on his thumb, anticipating your arrival. Quickly you excused yourself from the previous conversation you were a part of, telling Mason you’d be back in a moment. 

He nodded awkwardly, his mouth opening and closing but no words left. With another nod, he sighed loudly. You gave him a soft smile before walking to Daryl’s side, giving him an odd glance. 

“Uh,” You began, looking his nervous figure up and down before leaning on one hip. “What’s up?” 

“Just–” He shook his head, “Don’t talk to him.” The grunt left his lips, his arm extending to grab yours and pull you away, but you slightly pushed him back. 

“Pfft,” You scoffed, “Why not? He’s my friend.” 

“I don’t trust him.” 

“Why not? He’s proved himself to us, he’s not a bad guy.” You fought back, feeling somewhat defensive of Mason. 

Daryl grunted, shaking his head as he mumbled softly, “Whatever.” 

“No– why are you acting this way?” You pulled him back, raising your voice a bit. 

“I ain’t acting like anything.” Daryl growled, his face nearing yours. Suddenly he snapped his arm back, ripping it out of your gentle grasp. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, girl.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ran into his way, stopping him without any real physical contact. Daryl looked down to the ground, trying to contain his anger. 

“It’s nothin’, go back to your prince.” 

“My prince? What the–” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes going wide with realization. “Oh my god.” You whispered, a small smirk growing on your face. “You’re jealous!” 

“I ain’t jealous.” Daryl blushed softly, sniffling as he stomped away. You chased after him, slightly smiling. 

“Jesus, Daryl. I’m not into him like that. If I wanted to be with him, I wouldn’t be with you.” You tried, pulling him back once more. He looked you in the eyes, slightly worried at his emotions overflowing. “I love you, just you. Ok?” 

“(Y/N), I ain’t good enough–” 

“No. Daryl don’t say that.” You shook your head, mouth slightly ajar. You pulled his face closer to yours, your slightly cold hands resting on his warm cheeks. The wind brushed against your exposed skin, leaves rustling in the distance. “You’re my little piece of heaven. I love you to death.”

He nodded softly, giving you a hint of a smile.

“I love you too.” 

Encounters

Based off [this] prompt sent to me by an anon

Summary: Lucas Friar, the most popular guy in school asks out the always quiet and completely looked over Riley Matthews. Are his intentions genuine? 

Word Count: 3283
Note: There is no Maya, Smackle, Farkle or Zay in this story just to emphasise Riley’s loner status. 

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Riley Matthews still remembers the first time she ever encountered Lucas Friar. It was a month into freshman year and Riley sits front row of her first period history class. A few minutes into the lesson Riley is taking notes when her father is interrupted by someone coming through the door. Naturally, Riley flicks her gaze up from her notebook and to the late student. Riley locks her gaze on Lucas Friar. He’s a transfer from Texas. 

The new student finds her stare and a strange look crosses his face, one Riley couldn’t make out what it meant. Nervously she fidgets in her seat and accidentally knocks her pen which rolls off the desk and onto the floor. Just as she’s about to reach over and retrieve it up Lucas kneels down and picks it up. There’s a twinkle in his eye as he hands her the pen, they brush hands in the exchange and Riley feels a zap of electricity course through her. 

“Thanks,” She whispers and the whole class was staring. Lucas rises from his kneeling position without a word, just a smile and takes the seat behind her. 

Riley Matthews developed her first crush. 

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Firsts

AN: Okay so I needed to take a break from my multifics because they were stressing me out and I wanted to do an AU oneshot that covered all of Riley x Lucas’ “firsts.” Obviously these are different from canon because this is based on an AU. But because I got a little carried away I think this will end up being a two shot. This one will cover First Encounter, First Talk, First Spark & First Kiss. The next one will cover First Date, First I Love You, First time and First Heartbreak. Hope you guys like it.
Word Count: 2,778

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First Encounter

“I don’t know man…” Lucas slammed his locker door shut, shooting his best friend Zay a quizzical look. “My parents warned me what would happen if I threw another party while they were away.”

Zay dramatically rolled his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as the two of them maneuvered their way through the hall. “That was last year, Luc.” The dark haired boy sighs. “Besides, it’s expected of you. You’re captain.”

“Why can’t we just have the party at yours?” Lucas asks, as they make their way to their seats at the back of the classroom.

First period was the only class the two of them had together this year. It was different in the previous years. Being best friends, Zay always made sure they took all the same classes, that way they could mooch off of each other and have someone to crack jokes with.

Lucas, however, after having a scary conversation with his strict father about his future, made sure to actually try and make an effort for senior year. That included less Zay, less partying and more academics.

“Because I’m not captain.” Zay retorted quietly as their Teacher, Mr. Haze, walked up to the board. He starts scribbling some key points of today’s lecture when a knock at the door stops him.

In walks the school’s secretary, Miss Finch, and by her side is a student. Neither Lucas nor Zay could get a good look at her because she was standing on the other side of Finch. All they could make out was her long brown hair.

Finch and Haze whisper among each other while the class watches on in silence, curiosity brewing.

“If she’s hot, I call dibs.” Zay smirks, leaning over to try to get a better look at her.

“You can’t call dibs. You have a girlfriend.” Lucas reminds him, following the eager boys move.

“Maya says we’re on a time out.” He shakes his head in frustration. “To me time out means I’m single.”

“Don’t be a dick–.”

“Okay, everyone.” Mr. Haze returns his attention to the class. “We have a new student. Transferred here from Wesley High.” He gestures to the girl standing behind him and she slowly approaches his desk, sporting an insincere smile at the group of classmates before her.

Lucas can feel himself staring but he can’t help it. She was gorgeous. Her olive skin complimented her brown hair and hazelnut colored eyes perfectly. She had dimples when she smiled that were paired with full lips. She was wearing a summer dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He had to know this girl.

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Demon Finn Balor

Demon Finn being rough (biting, pinning etc.) Then Finn being super sweet and gentle afterwards? Please? ❤ queenbalor
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Guys I couldn’t tag the username of the person who requested this so I’m sorry for not tagging you!!
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You have been looking for Finn all day. You haven’t seen him since this morning and you wanted to wish him luck before his title match. “Hey Hunter have you see Finn?” You ask your boss. “He was heading into his locker room when I passed by there earlier.” Hunter says.

“Alright thank you.” You say walking down the hall and heading towards his locker room. When you get there, the door opens and you see Finn standing there looking down at you. “I’ve been looking for you all day.” You say.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” He asks. “I wanted to see you and wish you good luck.” You tell him. “You shouldn’t have come here Y/N.” He says.

“Finn-” “It’s Devitt Princess.” He snaps. “Well I guess I’ll see you later.” You say turning around. “Those shorts are too tight for your ass Y/N.” He says catching you off guard. “What?” You ask not really knowing what to say.

“Those shorts are showing all of your curves and it’s making me extremely hard.” He says stepping towards you. You stand there not knowing what to do or say, so he says, “Tell me Y/N, do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to eat your pussy out until I have you screaming my name?”

You feel yourself getting wet but you don’t say anything. “If you don’t answer me Y/N, then I’m going to punish you.” He snaps. “Y-Yes Finn, I want you to fuck me.” You say.

He grabs your arm and pushes you in the locker room. He walks over to you and rips your shorts off. You hear him chuckle and he says, “No underwear? It’s like you were begging to be fucked.” His hands come up to your shirt and he takes it off along with your bra.

Finn starts kissing your neck and you feel him sucking your skin. “F-Finn-” “This is my last time telling you princess, it’s Devitt.” He says biting your neck. “I’m s-sorry Devitt.” You moan.

His hand slides down your body and touches your clit. “You’re so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you. Tell me Y/N, is me dominating you turning you on? Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” He says leaving a trail of bite marks down your neck and collarbone.

“Y-Yes Devitt. Please, I need you to fuck me.” You say grinding your hips down on his hand. He smacks your ass and says, “You need to learn patience princess.” He pulls his trunks down and pushes you to your knees.

“Be a good girl and sick my dick, if you do a good job then maybe I’ll reward you.” He tells you. Once your mouth encloses on his dick, he thrusts forward making you gag a little. You start bobbing your head and you hear a throaty growl come from Finn. He grabs your head and starts fucking your mouth. Not long after he starts, he releases in your mouth.

“Swallow all of it Y/N.” He says pulling out. You do as he says and he leads you over to the couch and pushes you down on it. “Hold your legs up for me Y/N and don’t let them go” He says. You hold your legs up for him and he starts kissing and biting around your thighs and clit.

His tongue swirls around your clit a couple of times until he shoves his tongue inside you making you arch your back. He shoves you back down and pins you down with his arms. You lay there moaning curse words and his name since you really can’t do anything else. He stops and says, “You better scream when you cum or else I won’t let you cum while I’m fucking you.”

He goes back down and starts licking your clit while shoving two fingers inside you. You feel your orgasm rolling up to you and you feel your legs start shaking. “AAHH FUCK DEVITT, RIGHT THERE FUCKKKKK.” You scream while trying to keep your legs up.

“You taste so good Y/N.” Finn says wiping his mouth. Without warning he shoves his dick inside you. You arch your back and you feel Finn push your hips down. He starts fucking into you mercilessly and you let out a string of moans. “Damn Y/N, you’re so fucking wet for me. I’m so close to cumming because of how good you feel.” Finn says grabbing your thighs and throwing your legs up on his shoulders so he can go in deeper.

“D-Devitt, I’m so close.” You moan touching his hair. “Wait for me Y/N, I’m almost there.” He says. You try to hold your release as long as you can, but with the way Finn is fucking into you, you can’t. When you’re about to release, he lets out a low, “Now.” His cum feels you up while you release all over him.

He puts his face in your neck and just lays there. You run your fingers through his hair trying to calm him down and he lifts his head up looking at you with his bright blue eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that other side of me. I didn’t mean for it to get as rough as it did.” “It’s fine, honestly it was the best thing ever.” You say.

He smiles and says, “How about I run you a hot bath and I go get my paint touched up before I have to go and win my title back?” “Sounds great babe.” You say. Finn pulls out and heads towards the bathroom. You hear the water running but you just lay there thinking of how lucky you were to have a guy like Finn and Devitt.

Jikook Fic Recs!

Hi everyone! I’ve been reading a lot of jikook fanfiction recently so I thought “why not make a fic rec for my followers?” (even though you’ve probably already read these fics) so here you go guys and thank you for 2.5k+ followers :)))

In no particular order:

“Modernsherlock!au - The first time Jeon Jungkook meets Park Jimin, the other boy is dissecting what looks like a penis.”

I absolutely loved this fic. It has some suggestive themes (as you can tell by the summary), but its not really nsfw. I really like how the writer portrayed Jimin (cute, smol cinnamon roll) and his way of thinking and solving cases, as well as the jikook dynamic (just kiSS ALREADY). It’s a really interesting and sweet fic that also inspired me to draw some sketches about it. I am currently obsessed with this oneshot!

“You know those people who say technology is driving people apart? Yeah, fuck them.”

Really good fic where Jimin’s thirst for Jungkook is super real (Also, thanks Taehyung!). Jungkook and Jimin are both youtuber and fate (more like an injury) brings em together! There is smut in this fic so keep that in mind. I loved the twitter and snapchat edits that this oneshot has, I thought it was really creative and a different take on au jikook!

“Everyone knows that the first year Slytherin seeker Jeon Jungkook’s biggest fan is not from his own house but a third year Hufflepuff named Park Jimin.”

I’ve realised I’m a sucker for cute Jimin and this Harry Potter!au is so adorable and I just- ahhhh words can’t explain how much I like this fic. This fic has so many cute moments between them is great and Jungkook is very popular, but also very sweet towards Jimin. This is my daily dose of cuteness tbh.

More fics under the cut!

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Premier

Originally posted by thestylesalbum

(Gif not mine)

Harry Styles x reader

Word count:445

Warnings: Cursing.

A.n: Okay so I finally got something up and I think this will have a couple parts, I still don’t know how many. You guys can still send in request by the way, and you can change your friends name that’s just what came to mind.  

By the way guys the italics are messages.

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“Harry, over here!”

“Look straight!”

“Stay still!”

“Over here! Over here!”

The paparazzi yelled at Harry, but he just did his thing and smiled occasionally and he even gave them his smug smirk, which was to die for.

Are you seEING THIS?!?” You texted your friend

“Are you kidding me I’m fucking dying!!!” Your best friend texted back.

What even is breathing??” You sent back.

Bro Idk how you’re not dead, I’m dying and I’m not even there.” “Like your breathing the same air as him.” “You might even get to interview him!!!” “BRO YOU COULD SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL EYES!!!!”  She kept sending messages with made you laugh.

Bro I don’t know if I could do it, like what if I mess up??” “What if I faint??” “What if I trip??” “Or worse what if I cry?” “WHaT IF???!!!”

“What if? Suck it up and if you don’t get a interview try to sneak a picture of him.”

“Y/n he’s coming.” The camera guy told you, which you quickly shoved your phone into your pocket and try to single him to come to you.

“He’s fucken gorgeous.” You stared at him in aw as he stood next to you and had a interview. You quickly took your phone out and took pictures , were they good? Who knew but you hoped so since you wanted to set one as your background on your phone.

“Here’s my chance.” You mumbled to yourself and straighten yourself out. “Harry can I get a quick interview?”

“I’m so sorry, but I have to get going.” He apologized and gave you a smile and walked into the venue.

You sighed and turned to the camera guy “You can get going, I’m just going to hang out for bit.”

“Ok just be careful, it’s starting to get dark.” James told you.

“Thank you, will do. Good night.”

“Night.” He smiled at you and started to back up.

You decided to stick around even after the show and everyone had left and you were now currently sitting on the steps of the building, and if you were being honest your but was staring to get cold.

I’m such a loser.” You texted your best friend, Natasha.

“Why? What happened?”

“I didn’t get a interview with Harry now I’m waiting outside the venue like a dumbass and I’m starting to get hungry.”

“Aww that’s okay, you’re my loser.” “Do you want me to pick you up so we can grab a bite to eat.”

But before you had the chance to actually answer her someone knocked over your bag.

“Great, this night just keep getting better and better.” You mumbled.

“I’m so sorry.”