↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Miaou. The characters are starting to pile up, aren’t they my lord?
I saw @doodledrawsthings pictures of Sammy in different masks so it gave me the idea to throw on a different mask as Sammy as well. This is really the only other good mask I have made, but gosh Zacharie’s mask really fits with the black and white and creepy smile.
Imagine: You’re hopelessly in love with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. When the subject of physical intimacy comes up one day with your best friends, you find yourself afraid and in doubt.
Saturdays were one of your favorite days of the week.
Veronica would pull up in her luxury car and take you and Betty to the Galleria outside of town. You both would follow her around as she surveyed the newest imports and replenished her gorgeous wardrobe, talking and laughing the whole time. The wares of the Galleria were far above anything you could ever afford with your minimum-wage income, but you adored the two girls you would spend the day with.
Veronica always had the best gossip. Mostly passed along from Kevin, who refused to join (”I will not play into that gay stereotype!”), Veronica always had stories ranging from the scary to the scandalous to the just plain hilarious.
“And the cross-country team caught her getting it up the ass on a stump in the woods!” Veronica said, laughing over her kale smoothie.
“Ronnie!” Betty scolded, face red. You could tell she was suppressing laughter as well, sipping on her strawberry smoothie.
“Anyway,” Veronica said, slapping her hands on the patio table in finality. “What about you, (Y/N)?” She grinned devilishly.
After many many many weeks of me being gone, I’ve finally gotten the courage to write the finale of a story that I’ve had so much fun writing, and have had so much fun seeing you guys reactions to it. This story is now my most popular with the most notes I’ve ever gotten on a post, and I can’t thank you guys enough for always pushing me to be a better writer. Sad to end this one, but I have ideas in store for a new story, can’t wait to share it with you guys hopefully soon :-). Enjoy.
This day had to come. This day was bound to creep on us sooner. This day may not seem huge to some people, but it’s huge to me.
The last show of their first leg of the tour. Also known as, the day I’ve decided to go back home to my lonely, small, quiet home…all by myself.
When did I decide this? Probably about 5 hours ago at 7 am when I impulsively bought a plane ticket, while at breakfast with Luke, Ashton, and Arzaylea. While the couple talked throughout breakfast, Ashton kept nudging me and bugging me about what had me so fixated on my small screen, but he leaned over a little far at one point and gave an annoyed sigh before throwing his share for his own food and walked out of the eatery. Luke and Arzaylea still haven’t figured it out.
Now here I am, packing my things, the memories of the last couple of weeks with the boys coming down on me. I picked up a black and white stripped shirt that I wore the day of their 3rd concert, the one where Michael spilled a little too much water on me backstage after the show, and my bra peeked through; of course he didn’t seem to mind though. I then started placing the different colored bracelets Ashton gave me within the second week of tour inside a little pouch in my suitcase. They made me smile because they matched his, so I’d always have a little part of him.
Then it got to my lingerie and undergarments, many of which I wore when Calum was over. I held back tears, my throat becoming itchy, as I packed them deeply away underneath anything else I could.
I heard a knock at my door, and saw Ash standing there, leaning against the door still looking displeased.
“You know they’re asking about what happened at breakfast right?”
I only rolled my eyes. “Why am I not surprised.”
“I’m not telling them, you are.” He strode toward my suitcase and began taking out the nicely folded clothes and even took things out of the pouches. The room went silent when he saw the colorful bracelets, and even the same bra from that night when everything took a turn for the worst. He bent down and studied them both, the memories hitting him hard as well.
“After all these weeks, you still have these bracelets?” He questioned quietly. I only gave him a nod. “And this…I remember this little number…everything felt so right that night.” He smiled sadly at the moment that practically changed everything; the friendship, the relationship, his ability to forgive himself for one mistake.
“Well, at least for one person it did.” He threw it back down next to the bracelets and began striding out of the room. I took two big steps before pulling him by the cuff of his sleeve, stopping him.
“Don’t do that to me. You don’t get to be mad at me for the decision I’m making. So what if I’m leaving? So what if I don’t want to be here anymore? It is not my fault that because of my stupid mistakes I don’t want to be in a place where I am not welcome anymore Ashton. Sorry that you don’t have a choice. You’re a part of this band, these are your best friends and even though you’re having a fight with one of them doesn’t mean you can take it out on me because you can’t run away from it like I’m doing.”
“You’re being selfish. You’re thinking of only yourself. Which is exactly what Calum said the other night when you tried talking to him right?” Slap. Instantly my hand landed on his right cheek, making it head and hair whip to the side and cover his face. My breathing was heavier and louder, the feeling of my cheeks getting red growing. He turned his head back slowly, his eyes like dagger stabbing into my skin. I could just the anger dripping off of him.
“Y/N look…” he tried to sound sympathetic, but I only held up my finger and pointed it at the door.
“Just get out.” He knew he was defeated, and that he hit a spot in me that stung. Before I shut the door on him, he turned back slightly and whispered, “Just call me when you get there, please. I need to know that you’ll be safe.” I hummed in response, and shut the door, leaning my back against it.
Hiding my suitcase backstage behind a bunch of curtains was surprisingly easy. It was easy access, and since I would be leaving 15 minutes before the end of the guys show, nobody would really know that I had left. The only person I’d truly have to say goodbye to is Ashton since he was the only one that knew, or so I thought.
Arzaylea caught me at the snack table and tugged on my jacket, getting as far away from the boys as possible. I gave her a confused look, waiting for her to tell me what was going on since she looked so worried.
“Arz, w-what’s going on-”
“I bugged Ashton for hours about what went wrong this morning, and he finally told me.” She crossed her arms staring me down, while I was looked down messing with my fingers.
“Look, please don’t be upset with me-”
“Oh, you think I’m just upset. That’s rich. I’m more than upset with you Y/N. You’ve become like a sister to me, I thought you were stronger and had more integrity than you’re showing right now. You’re letting a stupid boy get in the way of you living your best life. You think you’ve fucked up? You think I haven’t fucked up either! This-this is all just so disappointing.”
“You have to understand that I’m miserable here now. There’s never a day that goes by anymore that I don’t blame myself for how things have laid out the past couple of weeks. I’ve only made things worst since being here, when I wasn’t even suppose to be in the first place!” I felt the water prickle in my eyes, but clenched my fists to help make it go away.
“If you’re mad because you feel like once I’m gone you feel like we’ll never see or talk to me again, then I can make a promise that that won’t happen.” She only scuffed, but in an amusing way.
“That’s partly why.” She pushed my shoulder playfully as we both smiled at each other.
“I’ll still text you, facetime you and call you. Just because Calum and I can’t get along great doesn’t mean I have to give up some of the best people in my life. I just have to…give him some space. It’s for the best.” I peeked over her shoulder slightly to see Calum biting into a green apple, water bottle in his other hand. I couldn’t help but shutter at the veins popping out of his neck and how defined his jawline got when it jutted out to eat the piece of the apple. It’s the simple things Calum did that got under my skin.
Arzaylea pulled me into a tight hug then pulled back to smile at me, and proceeded to do what most girls do with their best friends, take a snapchat. She pulled up a funny filter to get me to calm down and smile, but after the picture was taken, something slimy and runny was piled on top of my head.
Arzaylea and I jumped back from each other as some of it did get on her too, then we turned around to find Nia with a smirk holding the big plate that was dead center of the snack table that was labeled “Spaghetti.” The crew and everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing, and watched to find out what was going to happen next.
“Nia what the fuck!” Arz yelled, wiping off the bits of tomato sauce that was now on her clothes and hair.
“She deserved it.” She came up close to my face, trying to intimidate me however I held my ground and stared her right back down.
“That’s for making Calum break up with me.” She chuckled. “You think he’d really eventually end up falling for you? Oh girl, you’ve got it so wrong. He told me all the awful things you’ve done to him, but don’t worry, I fucked all the bad feelings out of him.” Before I could hear another word, I pushed past her walking fast toward the curtain where my suitcase was located. Sure, I’d have to wait in the airport for almost 2 hours, but I couldn’t stand to be in anybody’s presence anymore. I felt an arm tug me around, and the same husky voice from before rang through my ears.
“Y/N what are you doing, you can’t leave now!” He yelled in my face.
“Ashton! Stop trying to make my decisions for me. You may love me but you don’t know what’s best for me.” His grip instantly loosened and I took the chance to take my arm from his hand. “Now let me go.” And grab my suitcase hoisting it up from the ground and running toward the back exit.
I didn’t see it, but I left Calum standing there with his food now sprawled across the floor at his feet, a dumbfounded look on his face, and for the first time in a while, an aching heart.
The last show of this first leg of the tour was thrilling and exciting, but once my body left that crowd of energy and happiness, reality snapped back into me, and all my confusion and frustration came out of me when I chucked my water bottle at the nearest wall, and it exploded everywhere. Michael’s soft voice could be heard right behind me, telling me to calm down and to not take my anger out so aggressively like that because who knows, I could’ve hit a person instead.
“Look, I know MIkey, I’m sorry…I just-I’m so confused right now.” We both plopped down on the couch in our dressing room, my hands coming up to my face.
“What did Ashton mean by ‘you can’t leave now’ when he was talking to Y/N? And what was in her hands when she was running away…”
My hands came down from my face, hoping and praying I’d see a laughing MIchael after that statement. It just couldn’t be true. But after a few seconds had passed, he continued to nod his head, as if he was still trying to make the situation seem real.
“She left Cal. She went back home tonight. Ashton told me before we went on stage tonight. He couldn’t tell you because he knew it would only distract you more. He just doesn’t want to keep making you mad mate, he cares for you so much even after everything.” His hand came up to my shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze. My chest sank lower in my chest trying to piece together just how bad everything had gotten, my life outside of the lights and music, was falling into shambles.
“I need to go make up with him first.” Michael smiled and agreed, both of us quickly grabbing our stuff before heading out. He informed me that Ashton had drove straight to the hotel we were staying at right after the show ended, and that Luke and Arzaylea were spending some time together tonight out and about. We headed straight after to him to patch things up. Even though that was the first thing on my mind, I was secretly hoping Y/N just might be there.
We raced up to the elevator and impatiently waiting until it reached our floor, only to find Ashton just closing his door as if he was leaving. I ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug, his weight leaning against mine to stop us from falling. I was holding him so tight the indents in my arms were showing through, and my hand veins were popping out.
“Ash, ash I’m so sorry for everything dude. You come before anyone else and I shouldn’t have blamed you for everything happening.” We pulled away and he smiled so big his famous dimples showed, and the crinkles near my eyes accompanied my own smile.
“Cashton, always man.” And we did one of those bro handshakes, Michael leaning against the hallway wall watching this beautiful moment unfold. My eyes slowly drooped after things quieted down. Ashton could read my mind, and his arms reached out to gently rub my shoulders.
“So, she’s really gone?”
“I just got off the phone with her. I raced back here to see if she’d still be here but, no luck.” I shook my head in disbelief, disappointed in myself for being as stubborn as I was and almost losing my best friend, along with the girl of my dreams. “Her plane should be taking off soon, I’d say text her Cal. She needs to hear from you that you at least don’t hate her.”
“But that’s the point. I don’t hate her at all, I feel so strongly for her, more than I ever thought I could for someone…” Michael came behind me and leaned his head on me sighing. The weight of her gone now upon all of us. The atmosphere seemed different, the vibe between all of us was still off, as if the Earth was off its axis and everything seemed…wrong.
“Why don’t we get some rest now guys, we’ve worked hard these past couple of weeks. Let’s enjoy these next few days before our next leg? Am I right?” We all agreed and they decided to walk with me to my room and stay the night, just so we knew that we were all there for each other if one of us needed something throughout the night.
As we entered the room, I walked in first to see a familiar jet black sleek suitcase sitting next to the door. My eyes widened and I looked up to see Ashton holding back a small grin, jutting out his chin, telling me to go see what I was already thinking. My legs quickly carried me past the small curve of the room into the bedroom, seeing a small Y/N sitting crossed legged on my bed in the first t-shirt I ever gave her to keep when I wasn’t around her, my Maine t-shirt.
She stood up upon hearing my loud strides and the shirt fell to just above her privates, her hair disheveled and her makeup slightly streaky, like she had been crying.
“Calum…” her voice croaked. I looked back at the boys, watching them in awe as Michael’s face lit up at the sight of her, Ashton looking proud. And they both walked slowly out of the room, leaving us alone.
“They told me you left…” I said in disbelief.
“I couldn’t…I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t get on that plane and fly away from you, not without fixing things first.” She walked closer to me timidly. I had to bring her closer, so I pulled her in by her waist, wrapping my large hand around the back of her head and placing it underneath my chin, my other hand tightly wrapped around her waist. My breathing became heavy, my heart beat racing, my head filling up with euphoric memories.
“You’re-you’re heart is beating so fast Cal…”
“It’s because it’s happy to be close to you again.” She pulled away to look up at me, her eyes glossy once again, a happy yet sad look in her eyes, as if she didn’t know how to feel in his moment.
“Y/N I am so sorry for never letting you have a chance at explaining things to me, or never giving you a chance to speak and finish your sentences. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it and that it took you almost leaving for me to realize that I never stopped feeling for you. But I promise if you stay, right here, with me, you won’t ever have to go through something like this again. We could have the love we’ve always wanted.” I pleaded. Without hesitation she reached up and brought my face to meet hers, her lips lightly pressing the softest kiss we’d ever shared. I couldn’t help but deepen it, feeling her smaller frame pushed up against mine again. We rested our foreheads against one another as she brought her hands to rest on my chest, lightly rubbing her thumbs over the material.
“I wouldn’t have ever called this love before.” Gesturing to the past complicated relationship we had.
“What about right now?”
“It’s the only word I can use to describe it.”
YAY IT’S FINISHED. I was going to add smut but this alone took me 3 hours so I’m extremely tired you guys ;( request smut though if you want it! Again, thank you so much on the love for this story! I put up a ‘would you rather’ post so if you could, please look at it and tell me which story you’d like to write next. Btw GGMOW will be up soon as well!
MAKING MY ULTIMATE SENPAIS ALL INTO AQUADEMIAN FOX FURRIES!! BOOM!!
Actually….its surprisingly fun to make characters into a version your own species…
In some of the character refs, I changed the clothing (the skirt with zarla-s was an accident…)
And in a few others, I barely changed anything!
@nekophy: (skim milk) It was quite interesting and fun to design her, since the overall shape of neko’s body is practically a stick, so i made it so she had black clothing instead of actual sticks, and I gave her a cat like tail for no reason. And there are two reasons why i chose skim milk to be her liquid. 1. Shes originally a cat 2. Stick cats are hella skinny…or should i say SKIMMY-
@angexci: (Blue russian cocktail) When finding a good liquid to match her appearance, I had to literally search up WHITE AND BLUE DRINKS…..literally…. It took me awhile to find this cocktail, but it seemed perfect for anger’s liquid. Another thing that I really wanted to change was the shirt… it didn’t seem to go good with the purple, green and blue in her design, so i changed the colour of the shirt to purple, and added designs to it just like i did with the liquid hair.
@loverofpiggies : (Pink crayon wax) So i didn’t do much to change the clothing of Cq, the only thing I did that did make a difference was I had her fur light pink and I made her liquid pink crayon wax (melted of course) for very obvious reasons
@comyet / @myebi: (gold ink) So, I didnt really change much of mye other than the fract shes a fox, but ORIGINALLY I was gonna make her liquid just plain black ink….but after some thinking i decided to change the colour of the ink to gold, because it didn’t really go well with the colour of her hair and her tails.
@lavender-sans / @valarie: (lavender tea) When choosing Val’s liquid, I knew for sure that it would be a kind of tea, but i didn’t know what flavor of tea. I knew that VAL was LAV backwards,so i searched if Lavender tea exists, and it did, so there you go! VALENDER TEA!! Buuuttt when i was making the lineart for her….the ears looked like a deer’s …so I decided to a=make her a wannabe deer?? Lol i dunno it was clever-
@zarla-s: (blue raspberry) I….am SO SORRY FOR MISTAKING YOUR LONG SHIRT FOR A SKIRT!!! I BARELY HAD A REFERENCE AND I USED UR BEE POST TO USE AS ONE-….anyway…. Even though zarla’s fur is RED, I decided to give her a BLUE liquid to match her blue hair….and the only thing that came to mind was not even a real fruit but it fit…..
@golzy: When i was designing golzy, I didnt want to change any of the clothing, so I used the meme video on youtube and used that as a reference. Now..the only liquid that made sense….were tears……I has no idea what else to give her, so I just made more proof of her being heir to the throne of feels…..
@jakei95: now…..i dont want to get into much detail about why i chose black coffee without it getting dark….so im just gonna say I chose black coffee because of the colour of Jakei’s hair? (its either really dark brown or black….) alllsssoooo….the shines in the liquid were referenced by jael, so thank you for helping me with hair shines, Jakei!
IF ANYBODY IS INTERESTED IN MAKING THEIR OC/s OR their persona into an aquademian fox, WE HAVE A FEW RULES-
RULE 1: If ur making ur persona into my species, there are only THREE slots for every existing liquid. So if theyre full, THEN U CANT-
Rule 2: HOWEVER- If youre making OCs into Aquademian foxes, THEN RULE NO.1 DOESNT COUNT- DOESN’T MATTER IF 3 people used it- YOU CAN MAKE AS MANY OCS WITH THAT SAME LIQUID IF YA WANT-
Rule 3: PLEASE- DONT DRAW UR OC AS THIS FOX AND CLAIM THIS SPECIES AS YOUR OWN!!! JUST PLEASE, at least credit me when you created something like this-
RULE 4: IF YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR PERSONA OR OC AS MY SPECIES, PLS SEND ME SOMETHING ASKING PERMISSION TO!! AND SAY WHAT LIQUID YOU WANT TO USE FOR YOUR PERSONA! THIS WILL REALLY HELP!!!
(After I post this i will make a page on my blog with the liquids taken/ starting to fill up)
AND THIS SPECIES IS CALLED AN AQUADEMIAN FOX!!! IM SO PROUD TO CREATE SOMETHING LIKE THIS-
Y/N knew that her job would come with certain hazards, she worked for HYDRA, hazards were a given thing. Even then, being thrown into the middle of a superhero fight was not something she could have foreseen.
She adjusted her black backpack and hid behind a car, checking for any enemies. She grabbed an iron stick that had been forgotten by the car. She would need it if she encountered any agents. She hated it, fighting people, working for HYDRA, everything. She could feel the rejection her body had to the whole situation. She imagined herself dropping the stick and running away. Far from the airport, far from superheroes, labs, hell, even far from the country. But running away was not an option, she knew better. That would be selfish. Instead, she closed her eyes and shook her head, clearing her mind from such thoughts. She hold the stick tight and towards the jet. She had to do this.
She hurried keeping her body low, her hand that held the iron stick hiding in her back. She got the loading part of the jet and waited by the right side of the entrance. Two guards came out talking to each other. She hit the one closest to her in the head with the stick, knocking him out right away. She struck the other one before he could step out of his shock. She swiftly pushed the two unconscious guys to the side and made her way inside.
“It’s complicated” doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I discovered the show when it was roughly a three months wait until season 3 would start.
I binge-watched all there was - the first two seasons. And then I, right away, watched it again because it was that good. And then I literally watched it for a third time in a row.
I just completely fell in love with it. Sterek fast became my OTP, I loved the fandom because it was a warm, beautiful place filled with the most amazing headcanons.
I even liked the canon straight couples. Jackson and Lydia were just so beautifully perfect. And Scott and Allison were probably the best example of “soulmates” - because literally nothing else would ever justify the shit they went through for each other.
Even the smaller roles like Danny and the Sheriff and the Coach were just so cool.
I loved it. I loved everything about it. And I was so ready for season 3.
I mean, Derek had Boyd, Erica and Isaac now. Jackson was now finally a wolf and could join the pack. The pack was growning.
Everything went downhill starting with season 3. Now, season 3 in itself wasn’t bad, but it was definitely the start of “bad”.
Writing Jackson, Erica and Boyd out just like that was displeasing at first - it became a bigger issue the more the show went on.
What is the key-element of why season 3 started to be bad however is the True Alpha crap they came up with.
Part of what I enjoyed about the show was the fact that Scott was just this average teen wolf, a little bumbling and awkward but with a good heart. He didn’t have to be the leader. I expect an Alpha to be a leader, a fatherly figure, someone older. Not an awkward newbie wolf who literally learned how to control his wolfiness from a human boy.
That they had to force not just “Scott is main character. Scott needs to be Alpha”, but also “Oh shit, we made it so you gotta kill to become Alpha but Scott is main character, so Scott can’t kill. Hurry up, writers, invent a creative way for him to still become Alpha”.
It’s a load of horse-crap is what it is.
The show would have worked so much better if they had cut that crap. Kept Derek around - as the Alpha - and allowed Scott to slowly learn what it even means to be a werewolf and to then, through character development, become Derek’s second-in-command.
Now. They wrote all those characters out of the show, but they started establishing the twins as potential new pack-mates. And okay. They slowly started to become… interesting characters, the more we learned about them.
And then they were written out of the show too. And that was when it became a real problem with this show.
They want a pack. But they keep writing any character who has the potential of becoming pack out ASAP.
The whole… Isaac/Allison romance, I am still wondering where they pulled that from. Like? She literally tried to kill you an literally all your friends before and she’s basically the big love of your new Alpha? What is wrong with you, Isaac? Do you need therapy? Oh, right, you do. Yeah.
Setting it up that Danny knew all along what was going on just to write him out too.
Killing off Allison. Writing Isaac out of the show.
Basically. We had the “Alpha”, his human best friend, a banshee, a kitsune and a coyote. In a fucking show called Teen Wolf. I mean. Yeah, they kept true to the name and stuck with only ONE Teen Wolf. Because who wants to see an actual pack in a show about werewolves? Oh. Right. Everyone.
Season 4 was just bad. It was lame, it was weird and it had zero pay-off when Peter was suddenly the bad guy again. I had been a hundred percent sure that Gerard was behind this and that this was the reason they kept him alive.
Gerard, other reason for why it became bad. How did no one make sure to kill him? And then, when it’s revealed that he’s alive and basically dying slowly which is cruel, no one finishes him off either. You can not argue the “The good guys don’t kill” thing because keeping him alive while he is slowly dying from the black goo is so much worse than just a mercy-kill. And if you’re setting your good guys up to be cruel assholes who torture their enemies like that… you don’t get to play the “He has True Alpha potential because he’s such a goodie-two-shoes” card. And I am terrified to see what he does in season 6.
Kira was a cool addition, mainly. She… didn’t really get much personality development beyond the point of Scott’s New Love-Interest, but the mere concept of her was cool.
I dislike Malia and will always hate how they shoehorned her in. “Hey, look! Another living Hale! And it’s Peter’s daughter! Wow!”. That she spent basically a decade in the forest as a wild animal but they just pretend that it’s possible to re-introduce her not just into society but high school - whereas she is completely lacking all middle school and half of elementary school education, honestly, can she even read and write? Because she shouldn’t be able to. Even if she learned that ten years ago, she’d have forgotten simply by growing up as a wild animal in the forest. Granted, her behavior is at the very least well-written and animalistic, but that just makes me question the weirdness of Stiles going “Oh, she’s basically a wild animal. Let’s start dating”. Right. Away. If they had taken the time to, you know, re-introduce her to society properly and learn things and her and Stiles falling for each other along the way, okay sure. But this “We just met. Let’s have sex in the basement of the asylum” thing was so weird and so forced.
Season 5 might just be one of the - if not THE - worst thing I’ve ever witnessed on television. If something has that crappy level of quality, I normally turn it off and stop watching.
But the masochistic part of me kept whispering how much I loved season 1 and 2 and that 3 wasn’t so bad and, sure, since season 3 it’s been declining, but they did so well in the first two seasons, maybe they’ll turn it around again.
They did not turn it around.
Season 5 was just… really, really, really awful.
The over-loaded plotlines that kept getting entangled.
The fucking awful new characters. Like. Liam was always and will always be only Scott 2.0, a very, very cheap rip-off of their own main character - and who even does that? But in season 5, he was just awful. That he threw his temper-tantrums and turned his back on Scott and was just generally a pain in the ass.
Allison 2.0 was even worse though. I legit do not bother remembering the name of Liam’s girlfriend, because she is so flat and… unlikeable. Her only reason for being in this was to create the tension between Scott and Liam.
And Liam’s best friend made them feel like “Oh boy, we cut out the jock and his lovable gay best friend. Let’s replace Jackson and Danny with those two!”. Honestly, they really gave up trying to come up with individual, interesting characters.
And casting showed that too. At least Liam’s best friend is black. But literally everyone else they cast after season 3 was two things - white and brunette. This show started out with such an individual, diverse cast - black male Boyd, blonde female Erica, blonde male Isaac, redheaded female Lydia, polynesian male Danny. And now they basically just cast dark-haired whites and the guys even all look the same. This Theo-guy and that… other… wolf… guy… thing… I honestly don’t remember but the guy who had something with Liam’s best friend, they basically looked the same to me.
The decline in character development and design, as well as the decline in story-telling was only topped off by the dreadfulness.
This show used to be bright. And funny.
As in: It took place during the day too. There used to be colors. In season 5, in many episodes, I could barely tell what was going on because it mainly took place during the night and in total darkness.
And I didn’t laugh once in season 5. Absolutely nothing was funny. It didn’t help that comic relief guy Stiles got kicked in the balls by the writers when they decided they also needed tension between Scott and Stiles.
No, fuck you, you don’t.
The friendship between Scott and Stiles has been the backbone of this show since the very first scene of the first episode. And now you decide that Scott should be stupid, shallow and trustful enough to trust Theo instead of Stiles? Really? That… That’s so OoC. Those are your characters, don’t write them OoC.
The fact that Derek and Peter too became characters who just… disappeared for long periods of time was just ridiculous too. It’s like this show is deliberately trying to sabotage itself and to remove good characters.
Lydia, Stiles and Scott are essentially the only characters left from the… bigger ones. Derek, Peter, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Jackson, Allison, Aiden, Ethan, Kira, Danny.
Instead we get to keep Malia around who, sure, ist still the best of those new additions. Liam. Liam’s girlfriend. Liam’s best friend. Fucking Theo gets to stay?
And Parrish, who… honestly just gives me the creeps because the dude is old enough to have been to war and to now work at a police station as a deputy, which I really hope for the sake of the safety of the people does require some years of training before you get handed a gun and a badge too, but thinks it’s in any way or shape appropriate to date a high school student? Like, sure, it may be legal but that doesn’t mean you have to do that. Especially not if you’re a police deputy. And I don’t care if that sounds like a hypocrite thing to say because I ship Sterek and that might be the same age-difference. I ship Sterek in fanfiction and fanarts. If fans go ahead and ship Lydia and Parrish sure, cool. Everything goes in the fandom. Not everything should go in canon, because there should be some kind of… moral… behind decisions made. Do not romantize adults dating teens.
If they hadn’t announced that season 6 is the final season, I would have turned my back after how bad season 5 was. But… cue in the voice in my head that’s still whispering how much I loved season 1 and 2. And this is the grand finale. It’ll be over after this. Just 20 more episodes, I can watch that. And then it’ll be finally over and they can’t ruin it any more.
The grand finale airs in four days. So I’ll be rewatching the first five seasons now and then I will start watching the final season. I’m terrified of it.
And am I the only one who felt like many decisions made were just made to snuff out Sterek? I mean. Stiles who didn’t have any romantic plotline before, all of a sudden having sex with basically a random stranger in a basement and Derek literally fucking the enemy while he’s half-bleeding to death, but let’s just hurry up and make sure they have female love interests…?
7 Years - Final - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 20
Oh my gosh. My heart was kind of aching when I was finishing this part and I’ve just realised it still is.
I wanted to make it as special as possible so I made it double the length it normally is. I hope you can forgive me for taking so long to post it.
And to @tokki-mon I am so sorry it took ages but I decided to save your suggestion until the very last part. I thought it would fit in so well. I hope you don’t think I forgot and I hope this makes you happy too.
I sincerely hope you guys enjoyed reading this story because I know I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for staying with me throughout the process and I hope you continue to stay with me for my future fics.
I love you all so much, have a great day!
Don’t be shy to drop a message or comment about anything whether it be about the ending of 7 years or just life in general because I’m always here to listen.
“This is it. I can’t believe it’s finally the end.” This was probably the third time Areum had brought up the fact that you were now at the end of your school life. You would have thought she would be too preoccupied with her sandwich to even speak but then again, she was temporarily moving away in a matter of a month. You had already promised yourself you would try your best to make her last weeks memorable though you weren’t completely sure how.
Ji Hee piped up from beside you for the first time since the three of you had sat down. "I’m upset we didn’t get to meet sooner Areum but I’m glad that we even had the chance to meet.“ Areum smiled sadly and nodded her head in agreement before tucking into her lunch, Ji Hee doing the same.
You glanced around the lunch hall in search of the boy you called your boyfriend though you already knew what the outcome would be. You hadn’t seen Jungkook since your first lesson which wasn’t unusual but you half expected him to at least stay for the whole day. Apparently you were expecting too much.
Both Areum and Ji Hee had finished eating by the time you switched your attention back to them and Ji Hee suddenly stood from her seat, apologising for leaving so soon. She explained that she had forgotten that Jae Hyun had wanted to meet her during lunch to which you quickly ushered her away, a smile on your face.
"Hey, let’s get some fresh air. This is the last time we’ll have a lunch break in school.” Areum hopped off her seat and brushed away stray crumbs from her thighs before heading towards the exit with you in tow. You had ended up walking towards the back of the school building only to find a group of boys spray painting on the wall.
“What are you idiots doing now?” You stood directly behind them, arms crossed and Areum beside you, curiously peeking over their heads. The first to turn around was Taehyung, who immediately grinned at you and bounded towards you, encasing you in a warm hug. You had to stifle your laughter at the way Hoseok jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice.
“Hey! What are you, a ninja? Why’re you sneaking up like that, I almost peed myself.” Yoongi stopped spraying the wall to pull down his face mask and give Hoseok a dirty look. “That’s disgusting…”
Either Hoseok didn’t hear Yoongi or he chose to ignore him. Taehyung shook you from side to side excitedly and began to push you towards the wall. “Look at this! We’re leaving our mark here! Come closer Areum!” At his command, Areum drew closer and stood beside you once again, taking in the words spray painted onto the schools wall.
“‘BTS are coming?’ What’s BTS?” Namjoon took a couple of steps back to appreciate their work before he glanced at you. “Bangtan Sonyeondan. It’s what we’re calling ourselves.” Taehyung nodded energetically, still clinging onto you.
“That’s kind of cool.” Seokjin stood from his position and began to rub his hands on his trousers whilst making his way towards you. “Kind of? Hey! 'That’s very cool and handsome.’ That’s what you should have said. Or at least 'Seokjin is very cool and Handsome.’” Rolling your eyes at his ego, a giggle escaped you and you ducked out of Taehyungs arms.
“That’s what I meant to say. Anyway, lunch is almost over so I’ll see you guys later.” They each said goodbye and you headed back towards the main school building with Areum. “I’m going to miss catching them breaking rules.”
You hummed in agreement with Areum as you both silently reminisced over the past year. The time had certainly flown by and with it so had your old attitude towards the people around you. If anyone were to ask you what you had thought of Jungkook and the boys at the beginning of the school year, you would have simply laughed in their faces and replied that you didn’t think about them. It was amazing how now they were some of the most important people to you whom you thought of on a day to day basis.
The bell to signal the end of lunch dragged you out of your thoughts and you turned to Areum who joyfully hugged you. “I’ll see you after school. We’re still going to the café so don’t think of cancelling. It’s our last after school trip there.” A pang of sadness settled in you before you pushed it to the side, grinning at Areum.
“Never would have thought of cancelling.” You waved her off before heading to your own classroom, dreading the end of the day and your very last hours of school.
- Hours later, you found yourself sitting in the café that had been your hangout for the past two years, dwelling on all the good times you shared with Areum. “I’m glad we’re having an official leaving party in three weeks. It’s kind of postponed the feeling of actually leaving for good.”
Nodding in silent agreement, your phone buzzing snatched your attention and you took a long sip from your frappé.
A message from none other than your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.
'Are you and Areum free today, two weeks from now?’
Once you had finished reading the message, you returned your attention back towards your bestfriend who was looking down at her own phone.
“Hey Areum, Kook wants to know if we’re free two weeks from now.” She blinked at you a couple of times before pretending to think about her answer.
“Well, I’m not really doing anything besides packing so yeah, I guess… why?” You shrugged your shoulders and asked Jungkook what he had in mind. All you received back was the side eyeing smirking emoji.
“He’s being secretive, so lord knows. He could be taking us to our death.” She choked on her drink and immediately began patting her back, attempting to help her recover.
“Sorry…” Areum chuckled before coughing again whilst shaking her head. “I’m sure that’s the last thing he would do. He loves you too much.” Although you knew what Areum was saying was true, you could only scoff.
“I’m being serious, he puts you above mostly everything else.”
You let a crack of a smile grave your lips. “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”
“Wow, Seokjins ego is really rubbing off on you, you know that right? And don’t pretend you don’t do the same.” You couldn’t argue with her there. You knew you had your moments when you spoiled Jungkook just like how he spoiled you. In your defense, he was someone that you believed needed to be protected at all costs like Jimin and Taehyung or even Yoon-
Scratch that. Yoongi is more than capable of protecting himself.
“Yeah, I guess I’ve been hanging out with him too much.” Areum smirked at your obvious avoidance to her last comment and you continued sipping your drink, trying to not make eye contact with her though it didn’t really matter if you did or didn’t.
She knew you were aware of that fact.
Two weeks came and went faster than you would have liked. What Jungkook had planned for both you and Areum still remained a slight mystery despite the fact he had unintentionally dropped a few hints. When the day had arrived, you found yourself being woken up at seven in the morning by the blaring sound of your ringtone. You blindly clawed at your desk, attempting to answer your phone as soon as possible. When you finally did manage to answer the call, your face immediately scrunched up in annoyance at the sound of Jungkook’s smooth voice at the other end of the line.
“What do you want?”
“Well that’s one way to greet your boyfriend in the morning…” Growing increasingly annoyed, you began rubbing your temple with one hand, the other clenching your phone tighter.
“Jungkook…” The warning tone you spoke his name with alerted him that he didn’t have time to joke around and so he jumped straight to his point.
“We’re all waiting outside. Get ready.” Before you had a chance of questioning him, he hung up the phone and you forced yourself to leave the warm covers that lay on top of you. You took your time in getting ready and making yourself presentable which ended up taking about half an hour. You were sure that by now they were all getting restless which made you feel slightly bad.
Heading downstairs, you grabbed a piece of toast that your mother had left for you before turning to slip on your shoes. “Have fun with Jungkook and everyone.”
“Thanks, I wil- wait… how did you kn-” The honking of a car interrupted you and you dashed out of your front door after bidding your family goodbye.
Outside were two cars, one of which you recognised as Namjoon’s from your trip to the beach. The other was a pristine looking black Cadillac pickup truck. Another honk made you jump and you scowled at the driver of white convertible BMW, who turned out to be Jungkook.
“Hurry up Princess, what were you doing in there? Having a coronation party?” You flushed at his nickname for you and practically stomped towards the car. “I told you not to call me that.”
He smirked at you and motioned for you to get in with his head. You climbed into the back seat beside Yoongi who gave you a small smile and a quick 'Good morning’ which you returned.
“We’re going to pick up Areum now.” Making eye contact with Jungkook in the rear view mirror, you nodded your head before turning to greet Hoseok who was sat in the passenger seat beside him.
“Good morning! Wow, we’re so lucky it’s not raining today otherwise there would be no point in going to th-” All of a sudden, his seat jerked forward and it took you a couple of moments to register the fact that Yoongi had kicked the back of his seat with such force that he snapped back into place seconds after.
“Hey! Are you trying to kill me!? What if I didn’t have a seatbelt on!?” The pure fear that was laced in his voice had you stifling your laughter and Yoongi making a sound of annoyance.
“Tch, stop exaggerating Hoseok. I wouldn’t have killed you.”
“When I woke you up the other day, the first thing you asked me is if I wanted to die…”
All was silent until you burst into a fit of laughter.
“What’s so funny about Yoongi wanting to kill me!? I thought I was your favourite!” Your laughter grew louder until Jungkook decided to intervene.
“What makes you think you’d be her favourite over her own boyfriend? Does that make any sense to you?” Hoseok shot Jungkook an annoyed look which he chose to ignore.
“Maybe because I make her laugh more. Did that ever cross your mind?” Jungkook pulled up towards the front of Areums house before turning in his seat to face Hoseok.
“I make her laugh too, it’s just when we’re alone.” Both you and Yoongi watched as they threw several points at each other for the next five minutes. Deciding now was the time to alert Areum that you were waiting for her, you whipped out your phone and messaged her.
“Why don’t you just ask her you idiots.” All eyes were on you and you slowly raised your head to meet the steady gazes of Hoseok and Jungkook.
“Well, who do you prefer? Me or Hoseok?” Yoongi scoffed at Jungkooks question but watched you from the corner of his eye, slightly curious of your answer.
It was fairly obviouswhat your answer would be, wasn’t it?
Hoseok choked on air and Jungkook pulled back, making an offended face. To your complete and utter shock, Yoongi chuckle, seemingly satisfied with your reply. You gaped at him for a few seconds, admiring his handsome smile before your eyes snapped back to Jungkook, who had recovered by then.
“Jimin!? Why!?” Hoseok’s exclamation startled you and Yoongi kicked the back of his seat once again, causing him to yelp in surprise.
“Because he’s so cute and small. Anything he does is done in a cute way.” Jimin was someone who you could never imagine purposely causing trouble. However, you had no doubt in your mind that when it came down to it, he was capable of causing a dangerous amount of damage. You had seen him mildly annoyed and you hoped you would never see it again. It almost seemed like he was a completely different person what with the sudden change in character.
What were you talking about again?
“Everything Jimin does is cute? Sure, maybe when pigs fly.” Before you could retort, the car door beside you opened and Areum climbed into the seat next to you.
“Good morning everyone.” There was a chorus of greetings from the rest of you and Jungkook asked if you had all settled in to which he received a nod of confirmation from each of you.
“So I’m assuming that the rest of the guys are in the other car? Whose car was that anyway?”
“It’s Seokjin’s but Namjoon is driving it. He said he doesn’t trust Seokjin to drive because he’ll be too focused on looking at himself in the rear view mirror.” You were sure Seokjin would prioritise the lives of his friends over his looks. Namjoon had to be overreacting. Or maybe Jungkook was the one over exaggerating the story.
“If you guys were that scared of being in a car alone with Seokjin you should have just left me in there. I could care less what he does as long as it doesn’t require staying awake and witnessing both you and Hoseok argue.” That was typical of Yoongi but you had to agree with him once again. You’d prefer not to be woken up this early in the morning on a non school day. “Honestly, same.” Your reply brought a smirk to Yoongi’s face and Hoseok huffed in annoyance. Areum blinked in slight confusion having come after the whole argument had taken place.
With that Jungkook pulled out of Areums driveway and set out to todays destination, wherever that may be.
Half an hour into your journey, Yoongi had succumbed to the drowsiness that seemed to always follow him and fell asleep on your shoulder. You didn’t dare wake him due to the many stories you had heard of his temper. Instead, you decided to take a picture of this moment because never would you ever have thought that the scariest person you knew could have the most adorable sleeping face.
“Hey, send that to me after. I can use that later on.” You pursed your lips at Hoseok whilst shaking your head. “And get killed by the Min Yoongi? No thanks, take your own picture.” He seemed to heed your advice since within the next moments he pulled his phone out, stretching his arm out towards Yoongi’s face. However, before he could take a picture, a hand shot up and grabbed his own hand, locking it in place. Your eyes trailed towards Yoongi’s closed ones before glancing back at Hoseok’s startled face.
“If you even think about pressing that fucking button, I’ll kill you right here, right now.” Hoseok slowly retracted his arm and turned to face the front, not making a sound. Yoongi, surprisingly, still hadn’t opened his eyes but he did move his head from your shoulder to the head rest.
A few minutes later the silence that had ensued died away and you all broke into conversation, picking up where you had left off. This made the last half hour whiz by and Jungkook was soon parking at what seemingly was an abandoned parking lot.
“Where are we exactly?” Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt and craned his neck in your direction, flashing that same bunny like grin he always had.
“One of our special hangouts. We come to this one a lot and just chill out for the day.” He then stepped out of the car and everyone else followed suit. Just as he had locked the doors, Namjoon pulled up beside your small group and Taehyung bounced out of the car, jogging towards you.
“Good morning! You didn’t miss me too much did you?” He winked at you whilst pointing finger guns. “I missed you tons, I almost died without your presence.”
Taehyung’s boxy grin grew more and he hugged you tightly. “You’re the only one who understands me and my personality!”
“You said the same thing to me the other day!” Jungkook’s offended voice made Taehyung pull back from you. Before he could answer, Jimin made his presence known.
“And me! You’re playing all of us, aren’t you Tae?” Taehyung began to visibly sweat and within the next few seconds took off behind a small building.
“It’s my car, I should be able to drive it!”
“And kill us all? No.”
Seokjin and Namjoon joined the rest of your group and Hoseok clapped his hands together. “Let’s go!” He started in the direction Taehyung had disappeared in and you followed behind him.
You had all set up something close to a base at the side of the building, which you discovered to be an old bowling alley. After a few hours passed by of simply trading each of your own stories and eating the different foods Seokjin had prepared, a question popped into your head. “Are there still bowling balls and pins in there?”
Yoongi glanced back at the building for a moment before nodding his head at you. “There should still be some left from the last time we came here…”
“Let us bowl!” Seokjin jumped up from his seat and marched into the building and Taehyung all but skipped in after him. Jungkook made his way towards you, sticking his hand out and you grasped it, letting him pull you up. He didn’t let you go but spun you around, very loosely wrapping an arm around the front of your neck and shoulders.
“Okay, now that was smooth.” He nuzzled your cheek at your compliment before pecking it. “I know but that’s just the beginning.” From the corner of your eye you spotted his smirk but decided to ignore it.
You’ll let him stay cocky just this once.
When you eventually caught up with the group, you found Seokjin wiping down one of the alleys with a mop whilst Namjoon collected the stray pins from the ground.
“Let’s see who can get the cleanest strike first.” Taehyung’s proposal was one everyone seemed to be interested in and you all negotiated over the order you would play in.
“I’m just warning you, I beat the almighty golden maknae so you all better watch your backs.” Areum decided to wipe the smug grin off your face with her next words.
“Well he must have let you win because I know for a fact that you missed almost every shot the last time we went bowling.” Well, she wasn’t exactly lying about that.
“That was two years ago! I thought you were my friend!?” She giggled and gave you an apologetic hug which you couldn’t reject.
By the time you had released her, everyone was ready to start and you prepared yourself for what was probably going to be the most intense bowling game you would ever play.
Your first competition had resulted in Jungkook being the victor unsurprisingly but when you all decided to play a real game, you were shocked at the fact that Yoongi had single handedly beat you all by quite a bit. It didn’t help that you played two more games only for Yoongi to come out victorious both times.
“I’m ninety nine percent sure that Yoongi has rigged this game.” Your comment received a chuckle from said boy who then shook his head.
“Nope. I like to think I have been blessed with many skills and this just happens to be one of them.”
“Bowling isn’t a skill.” His smile dropped at Taehyung’s reply and he cast him a lazy stare.
“Do you want to die? Of course it is but I wouldn’t expect you of all people to understand.” They continued bickering and you glanced at the time displayed on your watch. Almost six in the evening.
Who knew that you could spend this long bowling? You did take hour long breaks in between so it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise.
A tap on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts and Jungkook placed a finger on his lips, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the building.
“What’s up Kookie?” He pulled two spray cans, one white and one black, from his hoodie pocket and handed you the lighter of the two.
“Let’s leave our mark here.” You raised your eyebrow at his suggestion but couldn’t deny that his idea did sound very appealing.
“Isn’t that stereotypical? You know that whole 'leaving our names on a tree forever’ thing?” He shook the can and grinned at you, stepping towards the other side of the building.
“Who said we were leaving our mark on a tree?”
Upon following Jungkook, you found him spraying his name onto the back of the building, in big bold letters. Once he was done he spun around and nodded his head at the wall.
Staring at his name sprayed in black, you had a short mental debate with yourself which, honestly, was useless since there was almost nothing wrong with what you were doing. Stepping up to the wall, you spread your name in white beside his before adding a little heart in between both of your names.
“I thought you didn’t like clichés?”
You looked up at him with a delicate smile and scratched your cheek.
“I guess a little cliché isn’t that bad…” He returned your smile with one of his own and in that moment you were reminded that his soft smile was one of the many things you loved about him.
“So this is where you were hiding!” Jimin’s voice made you spin on your heel and you were greeted with the sight of the rest of the group, all standing with their own spray cans, even Areum.
“Thought you could leave us out?” Taehyung jumped forward and tutted at the both of you before admiring your 'work’.
“Ah, this is cute. But… it’s missing something.” He proceeded to spray his own name above yours and motioned for everyone else to come forward. Your smile widened as everyone began to leave their names around Jungkook’s and your own.
Minutes later, they one by one stepped back and Taehyung directed his next question at the both of you.
“What do you think?” On the once plain wall was an array of names each in their own unique colour and you felt a sense of pride in what you would describe as a masterpiece now.
“Don’t you think your name is too close to mine?” He began chuckling as did everyone else though Seokjin’s window wiper laugh was undoubtedly the one that stuck out the most.
By the time the sun had set and night had just barely arrived, you had all settled around a fire Yoongi had lit. You sat beside Jungkook watching the flames of the fire dance whilst distantly listening to the jokes being thrown about. That is until Jungkook drew your attention away.
“Those seven years really flew by back then. I wish I had known to enjoy them while I could.”
Jungkook lowered his voice to avoid interrupting the conversation taking place in front of you.
“Honestly, there are better years to come. You just wait on it.”
You were sure that as long as you had these people beside you, there would only be better times.
Can you do one were the reader tells guzma their pregnant?
This one is kind of a sequel to my “Baby Fever” fic. Click
to read if you’d like.
“Whatcha doin’ babe?”
“A friend of mine taught me how to crochet with these cute
miniature needles,” you responded, showing him the instruments hanging from a
keychain with a Joltik on it. “I’ve been trying to make some things for you in
my downtime. But you can’t look at all of them until this is done!”
Guzma chuckled. You looked so picturesque sitting there in
his old La-Z-Boy from the Shady House with your little crochet hooks, almost
like a little old lady sitting comfortably by the fire. Your Meowth was at your
feet, alternating between preening herself and a red Wimpod that chirruped with
delight. When she felt her young charge was reasonably clean and let him scurry
away, she began rubbing her milky white fur against you. A soft “meooow” came
forth when she noticed your yarn.
“You can’t have it Cupcake.” You told her, “This is mommy’s
“Nah uh. No yarn for you.”
Guzma went about his business while you alternated between
working on your little project and arguing with Meowth. He was intent on
getting a few things done around the house before departing for work tonight,
but every now and again he devoted some of his time to working on the crib
where the little red Wimpod had made a nest. Both of your Golisopod were in
their Pokeballs, so Guzma took a bit of time to play and cuddle Wimpod until it
snored gently in the crib.
When he looked down at the baby Pokémon a soft sigh escaped
from his throat. As much as he loved to raise bug Pokémon they were no substitute
for the real baby he so desperately wanted. It seemed as though you two would
never conceive. True you’d reluctantly agreed to at least try after getting
your insert taken out of your arm, but after you both found out that it still
took months for the medicine to wear off he’d almost given up hope.
It wasn’t as though your mind hadn’t changed however. You’d
been pretty open to it now that the league had settled down some, and
especially now that Professor Kukui had gotten his sorry shit together and
began scheduling league challenges on an annual basis rather than spur of the
moment as before. You still received a hefty pension for the off time you took,
and in the meantime you alternated between helping Guzma raise Wimpod and
taking care of more things around the house. It left room for you to accept the
idea of a baby, and your love blossomed. But still you hadn’t shown any signs,
the medication was still in your bloodstream, and the doctor was convinced it
wouldn’t happen anytime in the new future.
“Guzma!” you called from the living room, “You can come see
what I made for you now!”
After tucking Wimpod in a nest of blankets he reentered the
living room where you remained on the purple La-Z-Boy. You tossed the yarn
towards your Meowth, letting her play enthusiastically while you reached to the
side for your little crafts bag.
“Ok,” you said, “So the first thing I made you is a hat.”
A miniscule cap made of red yarn with a flower on the crown
was placed into his hand. The capitulum of the flower was a small white button,
while the petals were made of the same yarn as the hat. Hardly big enough to
fit in his large hand, and Guzma couldn’t imagine how in the world such a tiny
thing would even begin to fit on his head.
“Ok…” he said cautiously, “Uh… I love it babe?”
“Hold on!” you insisted, “I’m not done!”
Other little trinkets were put in his hand: A sweater that
might have fitted a Spinarak, little teal yarn shorts, miniscule mittens, all
made of yarn and impossibly small for his large hulking frame. You were about
to hand him whatever you had been working on when he stopped you.
“Babe. I gotta say these are pretty good, but ya suck at
measuring.” He said gravely, “I get the hat kind of, but how the hell am I
gonna get them other things on when ya made ‘em for a damn Joltik!”
“Oh! They’re not for you to wear!” you laughed, “I made them
for you to give to someone else!”
“Who babe? A Caterpie?”
You shook your head, still laughing slightly and reaching into
your pack where you gave him two extra items. He didn’t get the little red and
black booties at first, but looking at the other object made him rethink what
you had said.
“Yeah?” you grinned.
He held up a thin bit of white plastic. What’s this? was
written on his face.
“It’s positive.” You smiled.
“Huh?” he was confused. Utterly unable to grasp what you
were trying to tell him indirectly. You got off the La-Z-Boy and showed it to
him a little more closely.
“See how the two lines right here are pink?” you asked.
“Yeah…” Guzma replied cautiously.
“It’s positive.” You replied with a smile. “Took it this
Sighing, you took the test out of his hand. Taking hold of
his hand in yours, fingers caressing the callouses built up from years of
fighting and pent up aggression, you placed it under your shirt and onto your
stomach where he could feel your warm pudgy flesh. His eyes widened. His throat closed off and he could not find the breath to express what he felt at the moment his skin connected with yours and he understood.
“Get it now?” you asked softly with a gentle smile.
I’ve been at 8th & pine for a while now and nothing super interesting. Zero signs of GA or DD right now, though word is that Gillian was here earlier. Looks like her stunt double is here looking unharmed! (… so far. With a better, fuller wig in my opinion.) There are several cars that are part of the crash scene. They keep saying it’s about to happen.
A few ppl waiting around in anticipation. Several gave up.
Ok, black SUV t-boned a blue sedan. Several other cars around but not actually part of the crash (including a white or silver SUV that came close). I was too far back to see, but I suspect GA stunt double was in one on the SUVs. She was wearing knee/shin pads.
They made us watch from ¾ of the way down the street most of the time and kept moving us around. Unfortunately, this is the best photo I could get of anything.
Now I’m headed downtown to see what I can see on thurlow!
AU PROMPT #45:“Okay, so every time we go out drinking, there is a designated driver. I know that you’re immediately thinking that that’s ‘so responsible,’ but that’s totally not the case - the general rule is that the youngest had to drive. My group of friends hasn’t added anyone in four years. Do you know how long I’ve been sober. Too long.”
word count: 1200
― bartender!taehyung x reader
“HELL TO THE NO,” you said immediately after picking up the phone. “I’m not going this tonight. Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it. I’m hanging up now. Bye.”
“Y/N!” Your best friend (unfortunately), Yerim, whined. “Pleaaase? It’s a Friday night!”
“Yes, it’s a Friday night for you guys. It’s the night of hell for me. I’m not in the mood to wrestle your drunk asses in the car only to have you vomit all over my leather seats. Besides, I have an exam,” you snapped.
“Joohyun said she was sorry!” Yerim defended. “She even paid the tab for the cleaners.”
“Yes, because that makes the trauma disappear,” you replied sarcastically. “Also did you miss the part where I said I had an exam? Not happening, Yeri.”
Oh. My. Gosh. It took me a while to process life again after
finishing this book, because everything is a lie, I cannot trust any person
ever again and nothing has meaning anymore. Yes, it was that good. If there’s
something that I love, it’s books that completely screw up my perception of
reality and keep me literally at the edge of my seat. Little Monsters did just
that. I already kind of knew I would love it, because I read Kara’s The Darkest
Corners last year and absolutely adored it. Little Monsters delivers another
well written, page turning tale and I was hooked from page one.
“Kacey is the new girl in Broken Falls. When she
moved in with her father, she stepped into a brand-new life. A life with a
stepbrother, a stepmother, and strangest of all, an adoring younger half
Kacey’s new life is eerily charming compared
with the wild highs and lows of the old one she lived with her volatile mother.
And everyone is so nice in Broken Falls—she’s even been welcomed into a tight
new circle of friends. Bailey and Jade invite her to do everything with them.
Which is why it’s so odd when they start acting
distant. And when they don’t invite her to the biggest party of the year, it
doesn’t exactly feel like an accident.
But Kacey will never be able to ask, because
Bailey never makes it home from that party. Suddenly, Broken Falls doesn’t seem
so welcoming after all—especially once everyone starts looking to the new girl
I’m smitten with books that keep me guessing. The more
complicated the mystery, the more invested I am in the plot, the characters and
especially the ending. I always try to guess the twist. It’s part of why I love
murder-mystery books so much. It’s like I’m transported into the story,
alongside the main character, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Bonus points if the story has an unreliable narrator. Taking this into account,
it was a given that I would have so much fun reading this book. There was a
constant air of mystery surrounding everything, which helped me immerse in the
I loved LOVED the
writing! Kara has this ability to make everything sound so poetic, despite the
subject matter. I mean, she could probably make a grocery list sound like the
next modern mystery. And the way she crafted the whole story is impressive,
because she managed to hide everything in plain sight. I had NO clue what the
hell was going on! I had to stop several times, with a big “WHAT EVEN” on my
face. And everything is unraveled so artfully and, most of all, it makes sense.
Once I got to the end, I wanted to slap myself, because “oh my gOD IT WAS THERE
WHY DIDN’T I SEE IT”.
The characters were very well fleshed out, and it was
fascinating to see how they evolved and to slowly see their motivations take
shape. And as a reader, you tended to get sucked into their mind and share
their suspicions of other characters. Which made the whole reading experience
all the more confusing, yet exciting! I also like books that are centered on
friendships and that explore the mindset and relationships of people in close
knit groups, and Kacey, Bailey and Jade’s friendship gave me just that. It was
fascinating to read about their relationship, but also quite unsettling, because
Kara’s characters aren’t morally black or white, they’re shades of grey. You
can agree with some of their decisions, and condemn others. Ultimately, they’re
people. A little effed up (okay, a little more), but people nonetheless.
Little Monsters will surprise you. It’s a fairly short book,
but with a lot of punch-you-in-your-guts action. It honestly left me so
conflicted and dumbfounded, which is 100% a good thing. It’s a lesson that
people can surprise you, in both a good way and a very, very bad one. That you
might never truly know the person next to you. And that appearances can be
incredibly deceiving. If you love books that keep you on your edge, this is a
must read for you.
“Maybe we were meant
to find each other today. Maybe we’re the Not Okay Girls, and we’re supposed to
save each other.”
“[…] all the ghost stories got it wrong: evil
isn’t a spirit or a monster or a ghost. It lives inside regular people, and it
doesn’t know the difference between night and day.”
“[…] that’s the truly inconvenient
thing about having a family: even when you don’t owe them anything, you feel
like you owe them fucking everything.”
To everyone who got this far, thank you for reading and have a wonderful day! Also, feel free to share your thoughts, comment or tell me anything :)
Here is the latest part of my Heartlines AU story. I hope you all enjoy it.
The rest of the chapters (and my other work) can be found here
As always I’d love to know what you think.
She opened the door and Jamie was speechless. Claire was always beautiful, more than beautiful, but looking at her right now he simply could not formulate thoughts into speech. She wore a tight fitted black sequinned gown with a high neck and capped sleeves. A slit ran up one side revealing an expanse of creamy leg and strappy silver sandals. But her head was the biggest shock. Normally Claire favoured natural looking makeup, muted tones in browns and greys, her hair either haphazardly restrained or a riot of curls which grazed her shoulders. But today she looked entirely different, her whiskey coloured eyes looked even more tigerish with an application of flicked up eyeliner and her lips were an enticing cranberry red. Her hair, normally such a riot, fell in sleek, smooth waves down to her breasts. She looked at him shyly. “What do you think?” She gave him a little swirl revealing a low back. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly and she laughed. “Oh good, you like it!” He watched her sashay down the path towards the waiting car, swallowing audibly.
The event was a combination of wealthy donors, local businessmen and hospital staff. As it happened, because of this Jamie knew at least as many people as Claire and he was kept more than busy shaking hands, answering queries about Lallybroch and talking shop. Claire moved round the room, chatting, smiling and generally trying to encourage the great and good in attendance to cough up some money to help refurb the ailing pediatrics wing. Prior to choosing General Surgery Claire had rotated through the department and had been sorely tempted by a career in that speciality. As it was she had gone another way, but she was often called upon by the department when a general surgeon was needed and she had campaigned passionately for the wing in its bid to upgrade its facilities. Jamie watched her work the room. Her smile was simply radiant. He was struck again by his sheer fortune that such a wonderful woman was his. His pride in her and her achievements was endless and to see her here, tonight, amongst her peers, he thought his heart would burst with it. He lost sight of her for a moment and he scanned the room, his height giving his an advantage. She popped up beside him holding two glasses of champagne. “I managed to charm these out the waiter. He didn’t want to give me any as they are having terrible trouble rounding everyone up to go into dinner” Her face was flushed slightly from the champagne and it gave her a glow that made her look even more lovely. She hooked an arm through his. “I forgot to ask. What happened to the kilt I was promised?” Instead of the aforementioned kilt, Jamie was wearing a bright blue three piece suit. Single breasted with a sharp white shirt and blue tie he looked magnificent amongst the sea of black tuxedos, his red hair and towering height making him stand out even further. “Well, the last time I wore a kilt to an event like this I spent half the night bein’ asked what I wore underneath it an’ the other half fending off women tryna find out for themselves. I figured I’d save myself the bother this time” he laughed. “Are ye disappointed?”
“Well, a little bit,” she answered tilting her head to one side to look at him. “But on the other hand you look sexy as hell in that suit, so I can’t complain too much can I?” She gave him a lewd wink which made them both laugh and he drew her to him and kissed her on her forehead.
“And you, Mo Nighean Donn,” He said, “I canna begin to say how wonderful you look. Ye’re always the most beautiful woman in the room, but tonight, well, I keep having to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.” Her colour heightened a little more, but her response was cut off by the the boom of the ever jocular chief of surgery.
“Claire, Claire. I hardly recognised you without your scrubs and cap! Isn’t it fun trying to spot everyone in their civvies?”
He kissed her lightly on the cheek and she turned to introduce Jamie. He shook Jamie’s hand warmly.
“This is Dr Grant, our chief, this is Jamie, my…” she paused slightly as she cast around for the right title. They’d only know each other three weeks and whilst what they had was clearly serious, they’d not yet gotten round to defining it in any way. “…my partner” she settled for, looking at Jamie meaningfully.
“Partner,” he thought “Aye, that’ll do for now, but one day…”
This thought was abruptly cut short, by Dr Grant turing behind him and pulling forward a couple about Jamie and Claire’s age. “This is my nephew, David.” He said smiling broadly, “He’s a property developer. And this is his fiancee, Geneva.”
Jamie felt the heat rise in his face and Claire coughed slightly as she took a too big gulp of champagne. Geneva’s chestnut hair was swept back from her face and she wore a flowing tulle gown with a slight princess skirt in a soft blush pink. She also wore a very large, if conventional, diamond which she had not been wearing the last time the three of them had come face to face. She looked ethereal and stunning. She also looked uncomfortable and embarrassed, clearly not enjoying this impromptu reunion any more than Claire and Jamie. David, a handsome man, with dark hair a soft brown eyes, also appeared somewhat discomfited by this meeting. He may or may not have been aware of the show down in Jamie’s living room, but it was obvious he knew who Jamie was. He moved slightly closer to Geneva, placing a hand around her waist. Claire recovered herself first.
“Oh how lovely. And what a beautiful ring. Have you set a date?” The corner of Geneva’s mouth lifted slightly as she answered. “Oh, not yet, but we’re hoping for next summer. We only got engaged last week, didn’t we darling?’ She turned to David. “Oh, yes, just last week” he replied. Dr Grant laughed loudly digging poor David in the side. “But how many times did ye have to ask the lass? What was it four times before she finally said yes to you?” David smiled blandly, Jamie developed an acute interest in the pattern on the carpet. Thankfully the waiting staff took that moment to get assertive and they were promptly rounded up and herded into the ballroom.
Fortunately, Dr Grant’s table was over near the front of the room, whilst Jamie and Claire, along with a host of other hospital staff were tucked away near the back.
“Keeping us hidden” said Geillis, archly, flipping red hair over her shoulder. “But still, least we’re much nearer the bar here” She waved a red nailed hand in the direction of a waiter beckoning him over. Next to her, her new boyfriend, Josh sat looking slightly bemused and very much under her spell. Jamie was thrilled to at last have a chance to meet all the friends that Claire had regaled him with stories of. Her friend Joe Abernathy, who had transferred here from Boston, the indomitable Mrs Fitz, who despite clearly having a first name, no one called anything else, including her husband a jocular highlander with a big laugh who had clearly not suffered the same concerns as Jamie as he wore a kilt in eye catching MacKenzie tartan. Timid little Mary who spoke quietly but after a few drinks it turned out had a fondness for rude jokes and a huge dirty laugh. These were the people who he knew were important to Claire. As someone with no blood ties, this was the closest she had to real family and he was acutely aware of what it meant that she had wanted him here, with her and them tonight. The night was a lot more fun than he had expected. He found that he had an easy rapport with Claire’s friends who made him welcome, and with the exception of Geillis, who Claire had warned him about, none of them felt the need to grill him too intently. They danced until Claire begged for mercy, her high heels finally getting the better of her. Moving off to the side he drew her close and kissed her deeply. “Shall we go home now, Mo Nighean Donn?” he murmured into her ear.
“Oh yes” she replied. “I might not be getting the chance to find out what a Scotsman wears under his kilt, but I’m still pretty interested in what might be going on under that suit” She tugged his earlobe gently with her teeth and he gave a shudder. “I’ll just pop to the bathroom and then we’ll leave”
He waited across the hall for Claire, fiddling with his phone. A blur of pink caught the corner of his eye as the statuesque figure of his ex wife strode purposefully into the bathroom in which Claire had just entered.
Claire had been in there for a while. So had Geneva. He’d seen David go by looking for her, but offered no information. He stared at the door willing it to open and for Claire to come out. He couldn’t hear any shouting. Or screaming. That was something he supposed. Surely if something terrible was happening he’d hear it. But still what were they both doing in there. The door opened and Geneva exited, catching Jamie’s eyes briefly. He tried to make out the expression behind them, but she was gone too quickly. Another minute later, the door opened again this time bringing Claire with it.
Jamie’s eyebrows were almost under his hairline. “And what was that about? Should I be worried? She’s no been telling you what a terrible man I am has she?”
Claire laughed at Jamie was surprised to feel his heart and stomach both unclench a little. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Let’s go home and I’ll tell you everything”
She sat facing him on the sofa in her living room. She’d kicked off her heels in the hall and her hair was starting to kink slightly.
“Well, I don’t think you need to be too concerned with Geneva from now on Jamie. We had a good chat and I think things are going to be ok on that front.”
“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure? We’ve been seperated for over 4 years and she turned up at my house because she’d heard I’d been kissing someone. She’s no exactly rational.”
“No really, Jamie. Just listen”
As Claire had stepped out of the cubicle she had walked straight into Geneva. Dodging round her to wash her hands, she had become aware of the fact that Geneva was clearly there to speak with her. She waited for a beat.
“C..Claire?” Geneva began unsteadily, clearly searching for the words. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. For the other day. It was, it was… unacceptable.” Claire opened her mouth to respond but Geneva raised her hand imploring to be allowed to continue. Claire nodded.
“Jamie was right. It was pride. I was so angry with him. For so long. I felt cheated by him. When we got married I wanted it to be a certain way. But it wasn’t. So I tried to change him. To make him into what I wanted him to be, rather than simply accepting that he wasn’t what I wanted any more than I was what he wanted. And he, being the honourable man he is left. He couldn’t live a lie, he couldn’t be less than his true self. And I was so angry. For almost 5 years it’s eaten away at me. He’s the only thing I’ve ever failed at. That I haven’t been able to bend to my will as it were. And so I couldn’t let go. Even after I met David, who is everything I was looking for in my marriage to Jamie and couldn’t find, I still didn’t let go. I didn’t let Jamie go. I knew, deep down that he would feel the weight of the failure of our marriage whether it was his fault or not and I used that to hurt him. Whilst I was living my life and being happy elsewhere, and Jamie was right about that, David does make me happy, I kept on punishing him. And all because I couldn’t admit failure. When my friend called me and told me she’d seen the two of you. I don’t know what came over me. It was like all the anger and bitterness of the last four years were just poured over my head. I wanted to rip my skin off with it. But I saw then , the way he looked at you. The way he never, ever looked at me. But I do have someone who looks at me like that. David has been asking me to marry him for years and I’ve always said no. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t bear for Jamie to feel like he had permission to move on. And I’m sorry. I’m so very fucking sorry.” The profanity seemed out of place coming out of the mouth of one so perfectly coiffed and softly spoken. She seemed a different person to the wild eyed, object flinging woman of only a few weeks earlier. She looked at her hands and adjusted her ring.
“Tell Jamie.” She looked Claire in the eye. “Tell him I’m sorry. For all of it. And that I wish him… I wish him joy.” Claire nodded slowly and Geneva smiled, tears in her eyes. Claire unthinkingly reached out a hand and Geneva took it squeezing her fingers slightly. She nodded stiffly and in turned and was gone in a swish of pink tulle and chanel No 5. Claire stood there for a moment, wondering if that had really happened. She took a deep breath and went back to join Jamie.
“So she really said all that?’ Jamie asked incredulous. He had known Geneva a long time and whilst he knew she did have her virtues he wasn’t sure magnanimity had ever been one of them.
“She did” Claire replied nodding. “Whether she meant it, I guess only time will tell, but she seemed genuine” She shrugged. “I’m glad we can put it behind us though. I’m glad that *you* can move on with your life now.
“Aye, aye I can” he met her eyes and held her gaze, reaching for her hand as he did so. “And I so what you to be part of that life, Claire. Next weekend, I ken ye’re off work until Wednesday, will ye come to the Highlands wi me? To Lallybroch?” Nerves were making his accent thicker.
“Jamie, I honestly cannot think of a nicer way to spend my time off.” He smiled a smile of such joy that he looked, for a moment like a small boy. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “But right now I want to find out what a scotsman wears under his suit.”
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Today was the day. I was going to confront Negan about going on a run. Months ago he had agreed to let me go on one, but due to multiple reasons, including bogus ones Negan had made up, I was never able to go.
But after a wonderful homecoming fuck fest, Negan’s words, not mine, I was hoping he would wake up beyond content. Or, I suppose he could wake up grumpy, tired, in pain from a horrible past week of fuckups, assholes and just plain screw ups. A girl can certainly try to be positive.
I was heading back to our room from picking up breakfast for Negan when I slammed right into someone, my tray of food tumbling out of my arms, spilling everything.
“What the fuck, y/n! You spilled your shit all over me, you’re such a fucking klutz!” Sherry lit into me, carefully wiping herself down with one of my napkins.
“Yell a bit louder, Sherry, I’m not sure they heard you at the northern outpost.” I started cleaning up what had been spilled, trying my best to ignore her.
“Just where Negan likes you, on your hands and knees.” Sherry spit out.
“SHERRY!” Negan’s booming voice echoed down the hall, the sound of his heavy boots accompanying it.
I looked over my shoulder to see him approaching, giving him a slight smile, trying to finish cleaning up the mess that was made.
“Doll, just leave it. I’ll call some else to clean that shit up. Or maybe Sherry would like to do it? Seems she has some fucking time on her hands now.” I wasn’t looking, but I could imagine the face Negan was giving her. And I was waiting for her smartass response.
“I heard what you said to y/n, and I don’t want to fucking go there again. You need to keep your trap shut, Sherry, or there will be punishments. Got it?”
I looked up in time to see Sherry glancing down at me with the proverbial look that could kill. I just grinned, taking a hold of Negan’s hand that he was offering me. As I stood, he took me in his arms, leading me back towards our room. As we were heading down the hall, Negan glanced over his shoulder. “Finish cleaning that up, Sherry. You always did your best work on your knees.” He leaned down to kiss the top of my head.
He opened the door, placing his hand at the small of my back to gently lead me inside. Closing the door, he let out a big sigh.
“Doll, what were you doing fucking carrying that big tray up here, it’s not your job, we have workers to do that.” I looked up at him, biting my tongue. “And why were you fucking engaging in a conversation with Sherry? I don’t want you anywhere near them, okay?”
I took in a deep breath. “Ne, we need to eat, I was just bringing us breakfast, I sort of wanted to surprise you. And as far as Sherry goes, she appeared out of nowhere, walking right into me causing me drop it all.” I stepped away from Negan, going over to sit on one of the sofas, bringing my feet up under me. “She did all the conversing, Ne, I try my hardest to ignore her.” I slumped down into the cushions. “And believe me, I hate drama, and that’s all those women live for. I just wanted to give you a nice quiet breakfast after your less than stellar week.” I looked downward, a small “ugh” escaping me.
Negan suddenly appeared in front of me, sitting down on the coffee table. He took a hold of both of my hands, lightly stroking my fingers. “Sweetheart, next time just walk away.”
“Walk away? Ne, there was a mess, I had to clean it up!” I looked up at him, noticing the look of frustration in his eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just who I am.”
I brought doll’s hands up to my lips, kissing all her fingers. She frustrates me to no fucking end. She needs to toughen up, stop being so damn nice, start kicking some asses. I love her sweetness, her soft heart, her innocence. But I hate how she’s always being taken advantage of. How she seems to want to put every fucker before herself. Even me.
“Baby girl, I couldn’t possibly love you fucking more than I do. But you gotta toughin’ the fuck up.”
“Like how, Ne? Why are you saying that now?” Her sweet pure eyes blinking up at me.
“Well, first off, don’t go getting our breakfast, let someone bring it to us. Second, and I’ve thought long and fucking hard on this, I think it’s time the exes move out, start working for points and live with every other fucker.”
Jumping up from the couch, y/n stormed over to the bed, forcefully sitting down, glaring at me. “No.”
I stood up, moving deliberately over to stand in front of her. She looked like a little girl, her arms crossed in front of her, her bottom lip jutting out. “No? What exactly are you saying no to doll?”
Looking up at me with a face full of defiance, she spoke. “I’m saying no to the exes moving, working. Negan, we can’t, you can’t. You promised them safety, a rather luxurious life, no working for points, their own rooms. You can’t just take it all away. Maybe we can come up with a compromise.”
I sat down next to her on the bed, exhaling.
“And before you start lecturing me, I know the Sanctuary rules, I know your rules. And yes, I know I shouldn’t care about them, I know how Sherry, Amber & Tasha treated me. But Frankie & Tanya were nothing but wonderful to me, I couldn’t even begin to list the ways they have helped me, kept me sane. They’re my sisters, Ne.” I could see her eyes beginning to water.
I can’t stand to see her fucking cry, especially when it’s because of me, so I gave in, again. “Look sweetheart, I guess we can hold off on changing anything with the fucking exes. I’m not happy with it, but if it makes you smile, then I’m fucking okay. BUT, you owe me fucking big time doll!” I ran my fingers up her bare leg, teasing the hem of her shorts.
She smiled, lifting my fingers off of her thigh as she stood up to stand in front of me. Looking into my eyes through her own hooded ones, she began licking her lips, taking the bottom one in between her teeth, nibbling slightly.
I hated taking advantage of a situation, Ne was so sweet to put moving the exes out on the back burner. He didn’t really lay into too much for going down to the kitchen for our breakfast. And he never said anything to me about my choice of an outfit, my old cutoffs and a tank. Even though I was his one and only wife now, he still wanted me to wear the wife “uniform” which was a tiny black dress. A dress, in the apocalypse. Only Negan.
And yet, here I was, doing just that. I knew he was horny, he always is, but most especially when he first gets up. So I was going to use my natural god given talents and assets to turn him to butter in my hands. And possibly get my way in regards to going on a possible run. I couldn’t stop the small snicker from escaping. Did I feel a bit guilty? Maybe, but it’s not like Negan hasn’t done similar things.
I started out slowly, just the sweet innocent eye batting, the lip licks and nibbles. I began to slowly sway my hips, placing my hands on my thighs, rubbing gently up and down, my thumbs slipping under my shorts. I gazed into his now squinty eyes, seeing them change from hazel to almost jet black from want and need.
I wasn’t the best flirt in the Sanctuary, not by a long shot. But I knew I was the only one for Negan, and I believed that I was very aware of what Negan liked, what truly made him hard. And I gave him what he wanted, in spades. It makes me giggle thinking about before the end, how white bread I was, how virtuous! I used to think the apocalypse and all its devastating effects are what made me change. But I’m not so sure anymore. I’m starting to think it might be a certain man that wields a barbed wire adorned bat might be the reason.
I saw Ne’s tongue dart out, which was a sign my little ministrations were working. I brought my hands up to my hair, pulling it from the hair tie, letting it gently fall around my face and shoulders, then running my fingers through it. . Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, slipping my hands down my neck over my clothed breasts, stopping to tweak each nipple, bringing each one to a hardened peak.
My fingers continued a downward movement, reaching my waistband. I took a chance, my eyes squinting to peek at Negan, who was too preoccupied with my fingers to notice me looking. His pupils totally blown, his tongue darting out and rolling over his bottom lip. One hand was buckled onto his more than obvious bulge, the other was clenching the covers. I knew I had him, now to reel him in.
Unzipping and then unbuttoning my shorts, I pulled them partially down, shimmying them the rest of the way down. Giggling, I kicked them off my feet, sending them flying backwards across the room.
In a very low growl Negan spoke. “Forget to do laundry again doll, cause I believe I fucking asked you to never go outside our room without panties on, didn’t I?” He leant forward his hands darting out to clench tightly to my hips. His dark menacing eyes glaring up at me.
“Um, yes, but I figured I wouldn’t be long and it wasn’t like I had a dress on.” He was making me so nervous I was rapidly losing any ability I had to seduce him properly.
He began laughing, throwing his head back laughing. That dirty bastard knew what he was doing. “Did I fucking knock you off your game, sweetheart? Keep doing what you were doing, I loved the show.” His hands still on my hips, he moved his face inches from my now completely naked and exposed core. “Mmhmm!” He made an exaggerated sniffing sound. “Fresh morning pussy, nothing better!” And then in one swift move, he sprang forward, his tongue licking a wet streak from my hardened bud to my rapidly dampening cunt, entering it as deep as possible.
Almost falling, I reached out, placing my hands on his back, hoping he could hold me up. Pulling back, He grabbed onto my waist, pulling me with him as he settled onto his back on the bed. “Spread those thighs more and shimmy your way forward,, I need the little miss on my fucking face.”
I knew right away what little girl was up to. She is fucking adorable, thinking she can pull one over on ol’ Negan. But fuck if I’d let her know I was on to her. Not when I was getting some special morning fuckity fucking fun.
She fucking takes my breath away when she she’s like this. I know what she’s thinking, what she’s always saying. She doesn’t see what I see. She’s a fucking natural beauty, none of that made up shit, she doesn’t need make up or fancy fucking clothing. All she needs, all I want, is her, in all her fucking natural, naked, glory.
As she made her way up to my head, I watched her move. She was fucking sex personified, her mussed up hair hanging over one side, her bottom lip between her teeth as she climbed over me. She stopped when she reached my chest.
“Why ya stopping, doll?” Instead of fucking waiting for her answer, I grabbed her waist, pulling her forward.
“Oh my god!!!” She squeaked, grabbing at the headboard.
“No, baby, it’s me, Negan. And I’m about to enjoy some breakfast! Mmmhmm!”
I knew it wouldn’t take long for y/n to come undone, my tongue being her fucking weakness, so I intended to take my time. I started circling her clit, it was hard, but I knew it still had room to grow. The saltiness tickled my tongue, making me growl. She tasted like no other, a mix of the usual salty, but doll was so fucking sweet, the sweetness tasting like every fucking treat I enjoyed before the end. If I could, I would survive on eating her out.
As I moved my tongue away from her now solid nub, I slowly dragged it backwards, making her shimmy and shiver. When I reached her cunt, as much I was wanting to make her fucking squirm, I dove right in. I needed my tongue so far into her, needed to taste all of her.
I knew she was almost there, I could feel her pussy contracting, so I brought my hands up, one stopping to lightly pinch her clit, the other moving onto her tits. I grabbed a nipple, pinching it the same as I played with her clit. My tongue pumping in and out of her so fast now, making me im-fucking-possibly hard, so hard I was going to fucking blow a load.
I withdrew my tongue, and moving my hands to doll’s waist, ignoring her whines of protest, I simultaneously sat up while flipping both y/n and myself over, both us letting out groans and fucking grunts. I was now straddling her, trying to release my pained dick from fucking too tight pants. Once freed, I took no time, and being far from gentle, slamming into doll’s wet cunt.
I wasn’t sure if her screams were from pain or pleasure or maybe a bit of both. But it fucking spurred me on. I don’t think I have ever been quite as rough, as fucking needy, but I had to have this, now, so I raced to my fucking release. I think a part of me was trying to fuck the sass out of her, she needs to listen to me, to abide by my rules I have in place. Rules that protect, rules that keep us all alive to see another day, whether we want to or not. But doll needed to stop bucking me at every turn.
I stared into her beautiful y/e/c eyes, the love for me always shining brightly. I could fucking lose myself in them. I could feel her body beginning to vibrate, tremble under me, her end eminent. My right hand snaking between our wet overheated bodies, reaching her clit and circling it at a slow but determined pace. I moved my left hand from beside her head to the headboard, grabbing on for dear life as I continued to slam into her cunt at fucking full speed.
I don’t know if it’s because of what I allowed him to do last night or what, but Negan was pounding into me like he never had before. And I liked it, no scratch that I was in fucking ecstasy. I never would have pictured myself wanting to be taken this way, giving up all control. But it was amazing, I felt amazing. It was like being on a whole other plane of existence.
I could feel my body twitching, my nerves at the surface. I knew my climax was nearing but I wanted it to last, there was no way I wasn’t going to enjoy some of the best fucking fun I’d ever had. When Negan moved his fingers to my over sensitive clit I knew it would be no use, I was done for. I wanted to stop him, but my body rebelled. My senses went into overdrive, I was shaking, I could hear Negan’s grunts, his growls. I could hear his heartbeat! I could hear my own, and feel how hard it was beating. I smelled the air, our sweaty bodies, my shampoo, the mints Negan likes to chew on. Looking into Ne’s eyes, I saw a fierceness that startled me, yet was calming at the same time. Then it all disappeared in a flash.
She came, so hard, so fast, her perfect pussy tightening around my cock like a fucking python. I couldn’t stop and I came at breakneck speed, hurtling hot streams of cum deep into her, more than I ever had, I wasn’t fucking stopping.
Then I realized doll wasn’t moving, she was fucking limp below me.
“Y/N? Baby girl?” I had softened enough to pull out and bring her listless body with me as I rolled over. I began stroking her hair, knowing that it always draws a sigh of contentment from her. Nothing.
“Doll!” I held her cheeks in both hands, squeezing softly. Then I felt her move, just a bit, her eyelids fluttering.
“I’m here sweetheart, think that was a bit too much fucking fun for you, made ya pass out doll face!” I laughed, relieved to see her smile a bit.
“I guess so, wow.” A tiny giggle escaping her. Then a sigh.
“Disappointed y/n/n? You seemed pretty fucking on board with everything going on?” I was still running my fingers through her y/h/c hair, feeling her heartbeat slowing down gradually.
“Oh, yes, very content with us.” She started rubbing her fingers up and down my chest. “It’s just…for once I was kinda hoping I would have been the one in charge. I wanted you to be the one fainting from pure bliss. I wish I had that kind of effect on you.” I heard her sniff, knowing where her mind was heading. Taking her chin in my hand, lifting it carefully, just enough for her to see my face.
“Baby, every time I see you, every time I’m in your presence, I am in fucking pure bliss. You have a hold on me like no other before and no other to come. Fuck doll, you are in charge, of my mind, my soul, and most especially my dick!” I thrusted my groin towards her, laughing.
“You are incorrigible, Ne!” She playfully slapped my hand that was caressing her cheek. “It’s just…I kind of had a plan, and I failed.”
“Nope, no fucking fail.” I knew what she wanted, what she was attempting. “We’ll take about going on a run, baby girl, after we enjoy ourselves a bit more.” I kissed the top of her head. “How about a shower? We both kinda need to fucking clean up.”
“Honest? You’ll let me go on a run?” She’d sat up at this point, wide awake, the biggest fucking smile on her gorgeous face.
I sat up, swinging my legs off the bed, standing up with a bit of effort. “It’s what I said doll. Now get your fucking sassy ass over to the bathroom and start a shower for us. I’m going to make sure we are not disturbed.”
I watched as she jumped out of the bed, running around to my side.
“Fuck it little girl, just watching those titties bounce towards me has got me hard as steel again!” I grabbed her by the waist, picking her up high enough to claim those plump lips. Placing her back down, I gave her ass a swat as I turned, heading to my desk.
She giggled, walking into the bathroom, turning to grin up at me. “I love you, Ne.”
“And I, you.”
Fuck, she makes everything worthwhile. My sweet doll.
This is a submission to @avengersandlovers headcanon contest. Since it’s the last
T’Challa Tuesday, I decided to try and quickly write this!
goes out of his way to make you feel better when you’re sick.
Words: 367 I’m sorry it’s over 300! I made it as short as I could! I swear! (it originally had 700+)
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“Head to the fireplace”
The note on your nightstand read. You didn’t know what it was about but went nonetheless.
After being in bed for so long, you ached for a breath of fresh air. You were a
strong agent yet a damn winter cold had gotten you stuck in bed. You hated
every moment of it.
Once there, you found pillows and blankets surrounding
the fireplace, it looked like a nook for two. You covered yourself with blankets
and sat down.
Minutes later, T’Challa joined you wearing simple
black shirt and grey sweatpants. He placed in front of you a wooden tray and
sat down next to you. It had two glasses of juice and two plates covered by a lid.
“I’ve seen how much you’ve hated being sick, so
I hoped this would cheer you up,” he said before revealing a fancy looking
plate. It was white, round, and it contained your favorite winter dish.
“Freshly made cazuela,” He gave you a nervous smile. You looked at the hot plate
and your stomach rumbled with joy. “I’ve never done it before, so I do not know
if it tastes correctly.”
You took a spoonful and felt like melting at
the taste, it was delicious and it remined you of home. “It’s perfect! How did
you even know how to make it?”
“I took your laptop and skyped with your aunt. She
Your mouth fell agape, “My aunt? But she does
not speak a word of English. How did you manage?”
“It took a while but we made it work, right?” He
said looking at you for confirmation. You nodded rapidly, your mouth too full
“T’Challa, I cannot believe you would go
through all that trouble for me.”
“You weren’t feeling good and I wanted to make
“I’m definitely happy now! No one has ever done
anything like this for me before!” you said, eyes tearing up. “If I wasn’t sick
I would kiss you!”
He laughed hugging you, “I’m glad it made you
You took the cazuela on your lap and resting your head in T’Challa’s shoulder, “and
I’m glad I have you around, T.”