just follow his moves


I have no idea when this happened because I’ve been working flat out on patreon content (soon!) and Hunger Pangs (*anguished screaming into the void*) and a few editing gigs here and there, and thus have had little time to slum around on tumblr this month—at least as much as I’d like. But I guess it’s time for the obligatory welcome to the blog spiel? Yea…yea.

Hello, trashcans, welcome home.

I’m the vampire editor person who just wants to rest.  If you’re here for more Death smut, food discourse and or shitposting then boy have I got some good news for you.

I’m currently working on about a million and one writing projects, exerts of which can be found under various different tags, the most prolific probably being #Hunger Pangs and #the vampire werewolf thing. (ie the polyamorous paranormal romance erotica between vampires and werewolves (very NSFW extract) which already has it’s own AU despite not being published yet, as well as a gritty Scottish romance novella (extract) based on a pun, a pun based bakery romance (extract), a pun based werewolf Scottish romance (have you noticed a theme yet), and  a modern day romantic (probably smutty, I mean who am I kidding at this point) comedy concerning Scotsmen with questionable morals. Also skeleton smut now too and possibly a vampire wedding planner romcom because apparently I have lost control of my life.

If you’re completely new here you might notice some people calling me “mom” or other variations therein of familial relation. It’s perfectly okay to greet me as “mom” or “tumblr mom” even if we’re not mutuals or we haven’t spoken yet, I’m so used to it at this point I even respond to it in public. ‘Cause that’s a thing that’s happened more than once.

Please have patience if you are sending me asks or IMs. I am but a humble smut peddler with chronic health issues who somehow ended up with a high traffic blog, and a loving and devoted tumblr family. I try to answer everyone, but sometimes things get left behind. Sorry. If you get tired of seeing my health posts, you may wish to blacklist the following tags: #chronic health tag & #chronic health tag: teeth, that way I can bitch and moan into the void and you don’t have to put up with me if you don’t want to.

I hope whatever made you click on me was worth it and you enjoy the content. I try to make this blog as safe as possible for everyone. All smutty content is clearly tagged and under cuts, and if you need me to tag something for trigger purposes, please let me know, I will be more than happy to do so.

Other than that, welcome, hope you’re having a good day and don’t be afraid to come say hi <3

anonymous asked:

Harry and Draco making out underneath the Invisibility Cloak but then something goes wrong (like someone bumping into them or atuff like that) and they get exposed

My Writing

Harry threw his invisibility cloak over his himself on a Saturday afternoon before heading down to the Slytherin dorms to get Draco, who was waiting for him.

“Hey,” Harry said when he saw the blond.

Draco startled and looked around, making Harry chuckle before he stuck his head out of the cloak.

Draco rolled his eyes and slapped Harry’s arm.

“You know I hate when you do that, Potter,” he said, but had a smile on his face.

“Good thing you love me then,” Harry teased. “C’mon.” He lifted the cloak so Draco could join him.

Once they were both covered, they made their way along the corridor and hid in a corner that not many people pass by.

They sat down together, cloak still hiding them, and their lips immediately connected.

They hadn’t gotten to talk or see much of each other the past week, so they had both been looking forward to this.

Harry pulled Draco into his lap and deepened the kiss. Draco moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck.

Harry smiled and pulled away for a breath. Draco whimpered at the loss and tried to follow his lips.

Harry chuckled.

“Someone’s eager.”

Draco just pouted and moved his lips to Harry’s neck.

“Missed you,” he said between kisses. “Want you.”

Harry hummed a response and lifted Draco’s chin so his lips were once again even with his.

“Love you,” Draco whispered before capturing Harry’s lips in another long kiss full of moans and whimpers.

They had forgotten that, even though they couldn’t be seen, they were still sitting out in there corridor, and that anyone could pass by.

Blaise and been walking through the area when he heard a moan and a breathy “Harry!”

He knew Potter had that bloody cloak, so he made his way over to wear the noise seemed to come from, and it wasn’t long before he bumped into something that he could not see.

He did, however, hear a gasp.

Blaise stared down at the spot, waiting for one of them to take the cloak off, but they never did. He let out an exasperated sigh and reached and felt for the cloak. When he found it, he pulled it off and found the two boys looking very disheveled and blushing deeply.

Draco looked up at him with wide eyes.

“B-Blaise! It’s um…it’s not what it looks like.”

Blaise rolled his eyes.

“Draco, I’ve known about you and Potter for ages. You really aren’t good at hiding things. And really? ‘It’s not what it looks like’? Because it looks to me like you’re sitting on Potter’s lap having a good snog.”


Harry just kept quiet, although he found the situation slightly amusing, and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist.

“No, no, it’s fine. I won’t interrupt you two any longer.”

Blaise then threw the cloak back over them and chuckled as walked away. He could hear that they had already returned to their previous actions.

Broken Showers

Spencer Reid x Reader

Smutty smut smut!

You hadn’t spoken to your colleague and boyfriend the whole ride back to your apartment building. You were pissed at him and he knew it.

“Y/N…. ” Spencer began and you shot him a look. Now was not the time, not whilst you were driving.

So he waited until you were home, following you into your apartment, two floors below his. It was one days like this that you wished you’d never followed his recommendation and moved into his building. You just wanted to be angry at him for a bit, take a shower and go to bed.

“Y/N please…. You can’t get annoyed at me everytime I do my job,” he looked at you with puppy dog eyes - the eyes he’d come to learn over the five months you’d been officially dating - worked on you almost every time.

Not this God damn time though.

“I’m not annoyed that you did your job. Because you DIDN’T! You defied a direct order from Hotch and put yourself in danger!” you glared at him, kicking your boots off angrily.

“Yes but it paid off didn’t it?”

He didn’t get it did he?

“It doesn’t matter that it paid off. You defied an order. Spencer, anything could have happened. What if he’d have shot you like he threatened? What if your reverse psychology hadn’t worked?”

“Then I guess we’d be having this conversation from a hospital.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you pointed to your door, “Leave.”

“Y/N…. No! I’m not leaving when you’re angry at me. I just don’t get why you’re so angry at me. Hotch has already ripped into me, I thought you’d be happy that the case was over.”

“Spencer, I am happy that it’s over. But I’m not happy that you put yourself directly in the line of fire without a God damn vest. You could have died today. I have waited far too long to find someone who I truly love, just to have them torn away from me like that,” you were yelling at him now and he looked taken aback.

“What did you just say?” he mentally replayed the conversation in his head, as did you.


That was not how you wanted to tell him.

“Y/N…. You love me?” Spencer asked, his brown eyes full of hope.

“Erm… ” Ah fuck. You’d never said those words to another man before because you’d never really been in love. Sometimes you would argue with yourself that how could you tell this was love if you’d never fell it? But you knew. It was just…. there. Your heart hurt when you were away from him, your skin prickled when he was close.

Spencer stepped closer to you and you stepped back, hitting the back of your couch.

“Say it again…. Please,” his words were a whisper, almost as if he couldn’t believe you said them.

Alright fine. It was out in the open now anyway.

“Spencer… I love you. That’s why I’m so angry at you. I thought I was going to lose you without ever getting the chance to tell you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked and you stifled a small giggle, your anger fading but only slightly.

“Yes I’m sure.”

“Okay…. I know we’re not done arguing but erm… I love you too. So much. And… I’m sorry. I won’t defy Hotch again.”

“Because he threatened to fire you or because of me?”

“Bit of both….” He grinned and you sighed knowing you couldn’t be mad at him for much longer. That was one of the most annoying things about him. He could wind you up no end, but then he’d smile his glorious, perfect smile and that was it. “Can I kiss you now?”

You rolled you eyes and nodded, allowing him to tug on your blouse and pull you forward, sinking his mouth onto yours.

What started off as a sweet, soft kiss, soon turned into fire, Spencer nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands quickly pulling your blouse loose from your pants and pushing his hands up your torso.

“Hey hey hey… ” you pulled back from him, seeing his brown eyes dark with desire.

“Hmmmm?” he wasn’t deterred and attached his lips to your neck, just below your ear.

“Spencer we’ve been on the road for two days… We need to shower. I stink.”

He muttered something into your skin and bent his legs, gripping you just below your butt and picking you up. For someone so tall and slim looking, the guy was surprisingly strong, something that had shocked you the first few times you’d gone to bed together. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bathroom.

Within minutes both sets of your clothes had been discarded and you were standing under the hot stream of water pouring from your shower. Spencer was stood behind you, his hands roaming your body as he licked and sucked at your neck, the water running between you. You leant forward, resting your head on the cool tiles as he caressed your breasts, rolling a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger gently. You gasped out in pleasure, rolling your hips against his groin and hearing a delicious groan from his own chest as you made contact with him.

A hand slipped between your legs, feeling for your special place and massaging it carefully. You quickly pulled him away.

“Nope… ”

“No?” Spencer asked, his lips suckling your neck.

“Remember the last time? We broke the shower rail.”

“You need a better bath and shower,” he whispered, turning you around and lowering his mouth to your chest, pursing his lips around a nipple and slipping his hand back between your legs. You gave in, knowing you wanted this. He could buy you another rail if worst came to worst. Reaching out with your hand, you felt for him, taking his hardened length into your hand and slowly stroking up and down it.

His fingers working their magic on your clit and your working yours on his dick had you both moaning and gasping for each other shortly after.

“Let’s try this again shall we?” he asked, removing his hand which was wet with something other than water, and gently pushing you to the wall. Your shower was angled in a way that you now weren’t getting any of the spray, instead it was sluicing down Spencer’s back and running off the curve of his ass.

He nudged your legs apart, picking one of your legs off the bottom of the slippery tub and resting your foot on the ridge. You reached up, feeling for the bar that the shower head could be slid up and down to adjust it’s height. You gripped it, making sure you had a firm hold. Pressing his body close to yours, Spencer took his cock in his hands and positioned himself at your entrance, pushing inside slowly.

“Oh fuck… ” You groaned as he filled you. His hand joined yours on the bar as he started to move inside you, his other hand tightly grasping your hip and holding you close to him.

Biting down on your shoulder he started to move faster, hitting against your sweet spot perfectly, your free hand digging into the flesh of his back. He thrusted too hard and you cried out as your head knocked back on the tiles.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry,” he asked slowing his pace until you nodded, signalling for him to go on.

“I’m fine… Promise,” you assured him squeezing your inner walls around him and seeing his eyes close in bliss. He resumed his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he pushed in and out. Your own moans started to come thick and fast and you felt your leg begin to tremble, struggling to hold yourself upright.

“I’m nearly there Y/N,” Spencer rasped into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You’re not but it’s fine. You know Spencer will finish you off afterwards. This feels good enough for now though and you squeeze down on him, releasing and then slowly doing it again.

“Oh fuck… Ugh… Fuck… ” he gasped again and a few thrusts later you felt him releasing himself inside of you. He moved a few more times, losing momentum as he finished himself off, placing both hands on the wall either side of you and pressing his forehead to yours when he stopped, slipping out of you.

“I’m impressed,” you told him. “We didn’t break anything this time.”

Spencer chuckled and placed a tender kiss on your mouth.

“Practice makes perfect,” Pulling away, he looks you in the eyes. “I really do love you Y/N .”

“As I do you, Spencer. Just.. Try not to give me heart attacks at work anymore. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

“I won’t. I promise. Now….” He smirked at you, licking his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and onto the bed. I’ve had my turn, I believe it’s yours.”

You grinned, knowing what’s coming once you get out the shower. Spencer slowly backed away from you and you settled both feet down on the floor of the tub watching in horror as you boyfriend suddenly started to slip.

Reaching for the shower curtain, he successfully steadied himself.

Unfortunately, his tug on the curtain was way too hard and you winced as it came clattering to the ground, the thin rail snapped in two.

“We’re not doing it again in here, are we?”

“No Spencer, we’re not.”

anonymous asked:

Uh, Zunde... O'Shea just got Dre jailed as a "birthday present"...


* You’re taking me for his babysitter or wat? Of course I know.

* Tho, he deserves some vacations. I’ll let him one week.

* Just gonna follow his moves with that.

* There eet goes.

* Now, stop to fucking spam me with that. That’s annoying.

I Can’t

A/N: This was written for @amarvelouswritings 2.1K Follower Celebration.  My prompt was “I can’t believe you sometimes.”  It’s bolded in the story.  As always, let me know what you think!

Summary:  Steve is upset when you defy his orders.  You don’t see the big deal, but maybe he has a better reason than you know.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst & Language

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Behind These Bars

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this done. I had most of it done a month ago but for some reason didn’t know how to end the story.
Sorry for that.

Negan takes Daryl “on a walk” to show him a secret. Daryl is suprised when Negan shows him a girl he’s holding captive in a large cage calling her his secret-weapon (harley-style, as requested. :D)

Word count: 1802

approximated reading time: 7 minutes

Daryl was walking behind Negan, his eyes shifting from left to right looking for ways to escape this hell rather sooner than later. Negan had taken him out of his cell to ‘go for a walk’ today and no matter how hard Daryl tried to find one, there was no logical reason for Negan to have him out here. They walked through dark corridors and multiple locked doors, it looked like he was leading Daryl through the maximun security wing of a prison. Was he going to kill him? No, he wouldn’t go through all this if he wanted to kill Daryl. Negan would do it somewhere for everyone to see. For Rick to see.
“I wanna show ya somethin’”, Negan said opening one more door. “The apple of my fuckin’ eye.” He did this little leaning back he did on almost every word he stressed. He was a strange man, overexaggerating everything he did. Playing a role. Daryl was sure that in the end this was Negan’s weak point: he was playing a character, every little crack in this role would lead to his downfall in the end. And whatever was behind this door, Daryl was sure it would play a big part in overthrowing Negan. He must have been aware of that as well, so why on earth would he lead Daryl down here?!
“Ya brought your bucket and mop!?” Negan looked him all over and Daryl nodded quickly. He had lived his whole life trying to be invisible, obeying to an abusive father and drinking brother, he knew how to make this kind of people happy. Negan was no different than them, a little bit more to the crazy side but overall, he was as easy to please.
“Good.” Negan laughed. “Fuckin’ great.” That little leaning-back thing again and with a big grin on his face he swung the door open.
The room that lay behind was dominated by a big cage. No, not dominated. The cage was pretty much all there was to the room. There was a bed in there and a small bundle of white clothes lying in the other corner.

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Cimmerian (Part 2) -- Sehun

Part 01 / Part 02 / Epilogue

Two more weeks crawl by and you’re still alive.

You’re happy and at the same time, very confused.

Not only have you not seen Sehun at all during this time, you haven’t seen any demons.  None.  Zero.  Zilch.  You were used to running into one a week at least.  You aren’t naive enough to think that Sehun has backed off or decided that you weren’t worth the trouble, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve seen no other creatures.

You’re on edge every single day, your heart hammering whenever you see anyone on the street wearing red.  It’s starting to take a major toll on you, mentally and physically.  You’ve dropped a lot of weight, you hardly sleep, and you’ve contemplated drowning yourself in the bathtub at least three times just to spite Sehun and ruin his plans.

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Spoilers for Negan’s character. You’ve been warned.

Pairing: Negan X Young!Reader

Summary: At the end of the world you end up with Negan. Your use to be coach. (I suck at summaries…)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2800+

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

You sat beside Negan at the large campfire, his arm was draped around your shoulders. “We’ll be eaten good tonight fellas!” You look up at Richard who was carrying a large deer over his shoulders. 

He was one of the group’s hunters. Negan smiled. There was whistling and hollering going around the campfire from other survivors. You looked up and watched the sun fade in the sky. Great, the night was falling.

“You okay, Kid? I thought you’d be fucking happy with this?” You look to Negan and shrug. Negan was your coach before all this. You were the only member of your family that managed to get out alive. 

Negan found you covered in walkers blood and dirt. You were looking through a small shop, trying to find something other than candy bars.

“Y/n? Is that you? Y/n Y/L/N?” You turned around and found yourself looking at a familiar face. “Coach Negan?” He looked relieved. 

Negan moved across the small space and wrapped you in his arms. “Oh my fucking god…it’s so good to see a familiar fucking face that is…rotten.”

You slowly wrapped your arms around him. “I know…” It was awhile before you both pulled away. “Are you here all the fuck alone?” You nodded your head slowly. “Yeah.” 

“No family?” You shook your head. “Fucking Christ…Well, me and you then, Kid. Together. You’re with me from now fucking on.”

“First thing is to get you cleaned the fuck up some. There’s a river near the place I’m staying. Cause holy shit do you look like a dead fuck.” 

You scoffed. “You should see your-fucking-self.” “Watch your goddamn fucking mouth!”

“Really, Coach Negan?” He laughed a little. “You’re still young…So until you’re older, watch your fucking mouth. And don’t call me that. I’m not your fucking coach anymore. I’m just Negan.”

You picked over your food, beans, and deer. Yum. Negan was scarfing his in as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Chitchat could be heard around the fire, as well as groans in the far distances.

You looked to the woods when sticks cracked. No one else heard. “Negan…There’s something in the woods.” You elbowed him. 

With his mouth full of meat, he looked to the tree line, nothing came out. “There ain’t shit out there. Re-fucking-lax”

You anxiously watched the tree line until Negan elbowed you. “Are you gonna fucking eat or not. Cause if you aren’t, I’ll gladly take it.” You looked at your plate before handing it to him.

“I was only joking.” You shook your head and pushed the plate towards him when he tried to give it back. “I’m not hungry. Eat before someone else wants it.” Negan didn’t argue it any further. 

You began watching the tree line and when more sticks crack and leafs rustled, it got Negan’s attention. “I heard. Must be a dead fuck…”

You stood up and unsheathed your knife. “I’ll check.” He reached out and grabbed the back of your jeans as if you were a small child. 

“The fuck you will.” One of the guys stood when he saw your knife. “A dead one?” You shrugged. “We heard movement in the trees.” 

He unsheathed his knife. “I’ll go with you.” He nodded his head towards the woods. Negan reluctantly lets go of the back of your pants.

You walk beside the guy, your knife held tightly in your hand. “Ahhh! There it is…” You look to your right and see the thing stumbling around. 

He grabs the thing and sinks his knife through its head. “Watch out!” You hiss. Another stumbles towards him and you move fast. He spins as you stick your knife through it, his knife nicking your arm. “Shit! I’m sorry.”

You do a scan over of the area and sigh. “I think that was the last one…Let’s get out of here.” The guy bit his cheek. “I’m sorry…I didn’t see you move.” You shake your head and place your hand over the small wound. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

When you return. Negan was standing with his arms folded over his chest, scowling. You walk towards him and many eyes follow you.

Everyone knew how Negan got with you. Overprotective was an overstatement.  “Let me fucking see.” He hissed.

You remove your hand and he grabbed your arm. Negan inspected the cut. You looked over at the guy and he smiled sheepishly at you. 

Negan sent a glare that had him turning away. “It’s not the big of a deal. A small nick.” He scoffs. “Yeah, a small nick now. What the fuck happens next time?!”

“Don’t yell…Please!” You plead. He squints his eyes. “I’m gonna fucking yell. What the fuck I am going to do is beat his goddamn face in!” 

You place your hands on his chest. “Negan! Stop! It’s not a big deal!” People look up at him, eyes following his every move. “Negan, please…just don’t.”

“Not a big deal! That fucking asshole motherfucking fuck could have gotten you killed!” Negan yelled, pointing towards the guy. “Negan!”

You sat with your back against the gym lockers, blood was splattered on your shirt. You knew you should get up and move, your teacher would notice your absence and come looking for you.

 But you couldn’t seem to get a flying fuck. You were 95% sure your nose was broken and your jaw bruised.

You heard the squeak of the locker room doors, followed by heavy footsteps. Coach Negan. “Y/N! Are you fucking in here!?” You stayed quiet, pressing yourself further into the lockers. 

Negan came around the corner and stopped upon seeing you. “What the fuck fucking happened to you, Kid?” He crouched down in front of you. He tilted your head to one side then the other. “Fucking Christ…Who did this to you?”

You just stared at him. “Y/n…Who fucking did this?” “No one.” Negan sighed and touched your nose to which you hissed. “Are you going to tell me or are we going to do this the fucking hard way?” You stayed quiet. “The hard way. Of fucking course.”

“You couldn’t just make it easy on yourself…But when I find the fuck out who did this, you can bet your sweet fucking ass that they will be fucking taken care of.”

You sat on the tailgate of Negan’s truck as he dug through his backpack for his first aid kit. You kicked your legs back and forth, watching them swing. “Remember when you had to snap my nose back into place?” You chuckled.

His eye flickered over to you, not in the slightest amused. “I remember how much it hurt and the cracking noise it made was terrible…I never thanked you for everything you did for me in school. You were the best teacher I ever had.”

Negan looked at you and smiled at little. He grabbed your arm and wiped the nick with an alcohol wipe. “You were my best fucking student…Always listened, never skipped and not to mention the fact you never took my fucking lenience for granted.”

Once Negan placed a band-aid over nick and packed everything up, he hopped onto the tailgate beside you and rested his hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze. “Who the fuck would have thought we’d end up here together, huh?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I know…It’s crazy.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and began your walk home. Snow cover the ground and when the wind kicked up it sent a chill up your spine.

A honk of a horn grabbed your attention. Looking up you see Coach Negan in his truck. He was waving you over. “What the fuck kid! Don’t you got a ride home?”

You shook your head. “My parents are working.” He nodded his head. “What fucking street do you live on?” 

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Um…Oak.” Negan jerked his head in the direction of the passenger’s seat. “Coach…No, it’s fine…I don’t mind walking.”

“Kid, it’s 30 below. Get the fuck in the truck and let me drive you home.” You heard snickers coming from behind you. It was the kids that broken your nose and bruised your jaw. 

“Getting a ride home from the coach! What a loser!” You heard one of them say.

“Coach…I’m fine. Thank you for the offer.”  “You really just fucking love doing things the hard way don’t you?”

You sighed as the heat warmed your frozen body.“You said you were fine fucking walking!” You held your hands in front of the vet and gave him a side eye.

“How’s your nose feeling?” You leaned back into the seat of the truck. “Fine.” Negan sighed. “I’m fucking sorry that they didn’t do anything to those little shits.” You shrug. “Not your fault.”

“If those little fucks bother you again you let me fucking know. I’ll put them in their goddamn fucking place.” You looked over at him. Biting your lip, you nod. 


The sun was rising and you had yet to go to sleep. Negan was fast asleep in the bed of his pickup. You were sitting on the hood, knees brought to your chest. You normally slept in the cab of the truck, laid across the seats.

Negan didn’t want you sleeping out in the open, he’d prefer knowing you were locked in the truck cab, away from any threats. Walker and human ones alike.

You would never finish high school. You would never go to college and make something of yourself. You would never get married or have kids. You would never buy your first car or home. You would forever be stuck with this world. Dead or alive. Never progressing in life.

Someone clearing their throat grabbed your attention. You look up and find Negan standing there, hair tussled from sleep, weapons belt loosely on his hips. “What the fuck are you doing up, Kid?”

You shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.” Negan sighed and leaned against the hood. “Did you fucking sleep at all?” You shook your head. “No…” He sighed again. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” You smile at little. “I ask myself that about you.”

You watch as other people began exited their tents. The proclaimed leader of the group was starting the fire. It was freezing out today, you could see your breath and you knew what that meant. Snow would be fall soon.

“We need to go on a run before it snows and makes it a lot harder to get around.” You nod your head in agreement. “Are you up for a run today?”

Negan never went on runs without you and you were never allowed to go on runs without him. He didn’t want any of these ‘Pricks’ as he put it, to do anything to you, take advantage of you.

“Yeah.” He nodded his head. “Okay. Just me and you today.”

You were looking through a store. Negan was a couple of aisles down, searching the shelves for anything of use. You found a couple cans of corn and green beans. Which you weren’t complaining. Food was food.

You grabbed what was left of some granola bars and managed to find a box of brownie bites and instant coffee. You zipped your backpack and walked over to Negan. He was looking through the pharmacy now, stuffing an extra bag full of whatever was left.

“Find anything good?” Negan asked. “Corn, green beans, granola bars.” You left out the brownie bite and coffee because you had no intentions on sharing those with the group and you knew Negan didn’t like hiding things from them. 

You didn’t care. These things were rare to come across and you weren’t sharing. Point-blank.

“You?” He shrugged. “Not fucking really.” You looked up when you heard banging on the store door. “I think it’s time we head out.” Negan nodded. “Yeah guess fucking so.”

When you made it back to the camp sight, you were both shocked to find it filled with walkers. People were screaming. Negan got out of the truck yelling at you to stay inside. You didn’t listen, of course.

You were quick to slid from the truck and unholster your gun. Shooting a few walkers that stumbled towards Negan. He knifed a few and shoved others away while trying to save as many unharmed people as possible.

But there was too many and the farther you moved into camp, the more you were becoming surround. 

Your gun clicked a few times, signaling you had no bullets left. You threw the gun on the ground and picked up a baseball bat. You swung it at walkers head.

You looked around, you no longer could see Negan. Panic set in. Did he get bitten? Was he being eaten alive like these other people? Did he leave?

You swung the bat into a walker as you made a b-line for the trees. You looked around, trying to spot Negan. 

You couldn’t. Walkers stumbled towards you. Too many for you to take out single handily without a gun.

You’d run and circle back around to the camp. Surely Negan wouldn’t leave without you. So that’s what you did. 

You took off through the woods, hopping over tree roots and ducking under branches, dodging walkers that stumbled their way through the woods.

Once you burst through the trees back at camp. You froze. Every walker was dead. Very few people were still alive. You walked into the camp, people who sat on the ground next to a dead loved one looked up at you.

You looked at the walkers, trying to see if any were Negan. You couldn’t even tell someone the walkers were people still. Their faces were smashed. You ran a hand down your face. “He…He left.”

You turned around and found the guy who was with you in the woods the other day. “Negan. He left after clearing the walkers.”

You slowly sunk to the ground. “Without me…” The guy wiped the blood off his face and nodded his head. “He…He didn’t seem to notice you weren’t with him…or he just assumed you died.”

You glared at him, the same glare Negan would give him. He looked away. “Sorry.” You were

Sometime later…

How the hell did you end up here? Oh yeah, that’s right! Because your small ass fucking group thought they could challenge this guy. Who he was, was a mystery to you. 

Your leader spoke little of him or the threats that were given to your group. He always claimed he could “handle it.”

This guy wanted to take you all in. Have you work for him. You leader thought it was an option. So he said no, well clearly this guy doesn’t like being told that. 

You were all just going to leave. Leave the area, the state if you could, but it was like the were watching you.

Once you hit the road, they got ahold of all of you and here you are. On your knees in the middle of the road waiting for this guy dramatic entrance. You stared at the ground, hand firmly planted on the road.

You didn’t look up when you heard the thud of boots on the pavement, nor when you heard him clear his throat. “Hi…I’m Negan.” Your body visibly tensed. It was Negan. You could tell by the voice.

“I do not appreciate you trying to fucking leave! Not one fucking bit.” You closed your eyes. You couldn’t will yourself to look up at him. 

“It’s not fucking cool! At fucking all! I open my arms to you and you spit in my fucking face! Then you tried! Oh, you fucking tried and failed to kill my fucking men!”

You took a deep breath and looked up. His back was to you, but you could tell it was him. 

“I open my goddamn fucking arms to you fucking people and that is what the fuck I get in return! You are going to fucking see on not fucking cool that shit is!”

You looked down once he turned. “Oh yes, the fuck you are!” You watched the ground as his boots appeared in front of you. 

“Oh, this fucking one here doesn’t want to fucking look at me!” You felt his gloved hand grab you chin.

Negan pulled your face up and your eyes locked. You watched his smirk fall and it gets replaced by shock. You hadn’t realized you had tears in your eyes until Negan moved his hand from your chin to wipe them away.

“Jesus Christ, Kid. You’re alive.”

Scarlet Savior Final Part.

Scarlet Savior Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Some of them said you were born gifted; you were able to magnify every single perception, from luck, to your own feelings. Others, that you were damned since the very beginning; you could also bring the worst from every single thing, every single person, even about you. However, you saw your powers as a part of yourself, a part that, like a silent virus, was infecting your own sanity. Cheating!Bucky,

Warnings: Angst. 

Words: 2726

A/N: Huh, I think I’m not the best person to ask for a continuation of a story because I can fuck the shit up… Just like this. I’m sorry. Thanks god I decided not to continue Kingdom and mess with a perfectly structured plot lmao.

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

People like to take things for granted, whether we hate what they make us feel or not. It’s a fact. We love to wake up and complain about how early it is. We loathe the coldness of the tile floors touching our bare feet the moment they touch the ground or the annoying beeping of the microwave when we’re all alone preparing our breakfast.

But dammit, how we miss those little details when they’re gone.

How we miss the darkness of the night when we used to be wide awake at 5 A.M, without the rays of the sun burning on our lids, making us see red. How we miss having a reason to open our eyes and live for another day.

How we miss the coldness freezing our toes the moment we can’t stand up anymore.

How we miss the sound when we’ve got nothing but silence.

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Bad Ideas | Yuta

Genre: bartender!au | comedy

Main star: Yuta / Reader

Word count: 2 760

Warnings: Language

“Bad ideas make the best memories.” The bartender in front of you shrugged while he filled your glass with another shot of saqué.  You were drinking that specific type of alcohol because he suggested and, well, why not? The week has been bad enough and you just needed to forget it as a whole. Also, the guy serving you was pretty much handsome and his face made you ignore the fact that you ex-boyfriend was in the same club as you.

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The Carriage

Race x Reader

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” Race muttered, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, Race, with all you do for me, the least I can do is buy you lunch.”

He looked at you incredulously. “What have I ever done for you?”

“You sell me my paper every morning.”

“You pay for them!”

“Fine!” You threw your arms up in the air with a giggle and stepped off of the curb to look up at Race. “I’m buying you lunch because you’re my friend. Now, come on!” And with that, you turned around with a swish of your skirt and began to cross the street.

“(y/n), look out!”

You ignored Race’s frantic voice, thinking he was just trying to stop you again. Oh, how wrong you were. You didn’t realize your mistake until you were pushed extremely hard from behind. Your hands caught you just before you could land face-first in the dirt, and you gritted your teeth at the sharp pain that shot up your wrists.

But then you hear the squealing of wooden wheels and the panicked whinnying of a horse. It all happened so fast.

A man came and helped you up, looking at you with concerned eyes and asking you if you were alright. “I’m fine,” you said, shaking your hands out of his. You glanced around frantically, looking at the upturned carriage and the horse that was running freely through the street with men chasing after it, trying to calm it down. Three more men were climbing on top of the sideways carriage, reaching down through the window to help whoever was inside out.

Then you noticed the small crowd gathered around the other side of the carriage, and somehow, you just knew. You pushed away from the man who picked you up and ran around to the other side of the carriage. A discarded newsboy cap laid just outside the small crowd, and tears welled up in your eyes. You walked forward slowly, as if in shock, and picked it up with shaking hands.

Oh my God.

“Let me through!” you screamed, pushing through the men and a few women. “That’s my friend!”

When you finally got to the front, you immediately burst into tears. Race laid with his legs under the upturned carriage, blood matting his blonde hair on one side. His arms were scraped up, and you couldn’t imagine what’s wrong with his legs. You ran forward and fell down next to him, cupping he face in your hands. He was unconscious, and your heart practically stopped when you realized his breathing was erratic.

And now you sit in a chair next to his bed at the Lodging House, tears streaming slowly down your face as you look at your friend. His head is wrapped in white dressing, covering one of his closed eyes. Romeo sits on the other side of the bed, elbows resting on his bouncing knees as he shakes.

You know the rest of the boys were told to wait downstairs, but you can practically see them lined up on the stairs, listening to Jack and Katherine talking to the doctor she called. The doctor said Race would be fine. He had a broken leg, arm, a bad concussion, and his lungs are bruised. He said it’s a miracle that Race made it out of that accident in as good of shape as he did.

That doesn’t make you feel any better, though.

“This is all my fault,” you whisper, feeling another tear slip down your cheek.

Romeo looks up, for once absent of his normal witty remarks. “(y/n)-”

“If I had looked where I was going-”

“(y/n)!” You gasp and look up from Race’s hand in yours, making eye contact with Romeo. His brown eyes are more concerned than you’ve ever seen them. “It’s not your fault. It was an accident. And you know Race will kill you when he wakes up if he finds out you’re blaming yourself.”

You hold back another sob. “I’m so worried, Rome.”

The younger boy gets up and comes to sit next to you, taking your free hand in his. “Me too.” He lays his head on your shoulder, and you lean yours against his.


You awaken to a hand stroking gently through you’re hair. “Romeo,” you sigh and readjust your head where it lays next to Race’s legs, “now is not the time.”

“Damn, you got somethin’ ta tell me about you and Rome?”

You shoot upright in a split second, blinking as your eyes try to adjust to the early morning sunlight streaming through the window across the room. Race grins at you and wiggles his fingers. “Race!” you scream, throwing yourself forward and hugging him gently. He winces, but otherwise doesn’t let you know that it hurt.

You pull away and cup his cheeks, relieved tears streaming down your face. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

Race frowns, his one blue eye that isn’t covered by dressing squinting up at you. “It’s not your fault. You just-” His eyes move past you, and you follow them to see Romeo standing at the foot of your bed with wide eyes. “Hey, brother,” Race mumbles.

“Dammit, Race.” Romeo offers a shaky smile. “I’m supposed to save the damsels in distress.”

Race chuckles, and you’re glad to see it’s barely strained at all. “Yeah, well, the real prince wasn’t around.” Romeo grins and jumps forward and onto the bed, crushing Race into the mattress. “Rome!” Race wheezes, “that hurts!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Romeo winces and jumps off of the bed. “I’ll go get the guys!” With one last blown kiss to you, he sprints out of the room yelling: “Guys! He’s awake!”

You giggle and turn back to Race, sitting back in the chair next to his bed. Your face falls as you notice his state again. I’m so sorry, Race. If I had listened-“

“Hey,” he interrupts you, taking your hand. “It wasn’t your fault. I would be trampled by a horse for you any day.”

You blush and giggle at his antics, squeezing his hand. “Thank you.”

He smiles softly. “Any time.”

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[BTS] Reaction to their s/o performing a collaboration song with their favourite artist

You had debuted five years ago. Five years later, your biggest dream came true; not only did seventy percent of the people approve of your new relationship, you also got to collaborate and perform with your favourite artist. Though lots of sunbaenims were present, the only thing you were concerned about, was your boyfriend’s reaction…

Jin would be proud, smiling and goofily reenacting your moves while you were rapping. At home, he’d make you your favourite meal, telling you how proud he was, but also making sure you felt nothing for the artist you collaborated with, as at some times, you guys were closily singing to each-other.


Suga would have a minimal reaction, though the impressed and “I-cannot-believe-this”-smile on his face would remain on his face during the entire performance, and a while after that too. (Though he tried, and miserably failed, to hide it when the cameras were pointed at him.) He’d gently nod his head on the beat, elegantly letting his foot swing on the rhythm of your words.


He would just be smiling during the entire performance, following every single movement you make, his eyes shining with pride as he remembered how excited you were you got to perform with your sunbaenim. Occasionally he would slightly cringe when you threw a finger heart in his direction, knowing very well you were just playing with him.


He would be so excited, it wasn’t even funny anymore - he’d jump up and down, clapping his hands, mouthing every word of every line of the song, only to be entirely shocked by a big amount of fireworks flying up from the stage; not only was he startled, he was also slightly concerned you would get hit.


Just imagine the brightest smile you have ever seen on Park Jimin, and you’d have his reaction to you performing with your favourite artist; he knew how long you had been waiting for this moment, how nervous you were, how much time you had spent to make everything perfect and to just see you nail it, would warm his entire heart. He would enjoy in all quietness, sometimes just muttering a few words to himself as you nailed a difficult dance move.


I imagine Taehyung to just not know what is happening at all; just staring at you with open mouth, looking innocent as if he didn’t know what you guys were singing/rapping about. On the inside he would be so proud, his facial expression couldn’t take the pride he had for you, hence why he would not even move a lot, just following you with his head - he’d be stunned by his own emotions.


Jungkook would just glare with bright eyes, smiling so hard his cheeks would hurt after the performance and a week after the performance, he’d still be singing your song. Sometimes you could catch him doing the dance moves. During the performance, he would follow the beat with his head, his cheeks getting a pink colour as his hyungs would tease him about how “y/n definitely got him under their thumb”.

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  • pairing: leon x MC. 
  • rating: mature. fluffy smut to spicy smut, pls & thank you. 
  • requested by: just me again, but requests are open.
  • word count: ~2700.
  • author’s notes: this is just what i like to think occurs in the forbidden ending of leon’s sequel. as always, enjoy! opinions are very welcome.

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Best Friends' Brother- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You are best friends with Sam and Harry Holland. The twins introduce you to Tom, who quickly falls for you.

Word Count: 1940

Warnings: One minor swear word & one minor use of slang

A/N: I am American and I did my best to remember things like mom/mum and friend/mate. If it still sounds very American, it’s because I’m not British.


It was Tom’s second day on break-finally home in England-and he was sat at his dining room table alone, eating lunch. Everyone was off doing other things. His mum was at work and Paddy was at school. Sam and Harry were somewhere-probably setting up a prank to play on their older brother. Tom didn’t mind that he was alone. Sure, he missed his family, but he was exhausted from the long plane ride yesterday. The only thing calling his name at the moment was sleep and food.

“Hey, Tom, we’re going to catch a movie. Want to come?” Harry asked, poking his head into the kitchen.

“Which movie?” He replied.

“Suicide Squad. It’s DC, but I’ve heard it’s amazing.” Sam said, appearing beside his twin.

“I could get fired for seeing it.” Tom laughed before shrugging, “But what the hell, I’ll go.”

“Great, we’re leaving in ten.” Sam informed him. The twins walked out of the room, leaving Tom alone. He wasn’t technically alone-Tessa was in there with him.

“I guess I’m leaving soon. Be good, Tess.” He reached down to pet her head. He cleaned up the remainders of his lunch before exiting the room.


“Why aren’t we sitting yet?” Tom asked, adjusting his baseball cap. He was attempting to conceal his identity with the hat, but he believed it wasn’t working-although he had yet to be asked for an autograph or picture. He was anxious to sit down in the theater, hoping to not get caught as a Marvel star watching a DC film. His twin brothers insisted that they stayed in the main lobby for a little while longer.

“Y/N’s meeting up with us. She’ll be here soon.” Sam replied, eating a few pieces of the large popcorn in his hands.

“Who is Y/N?” Tom questioned.

“SAM, STOP EATING ALL THE POPCORN!” A voice shouted, making Tom jump.

“That would be Y/N.” Harry laughed. You walked over to the three boys and took the popcorn from Sam.

“Geez, you fatty, you practically ate all of it.” You stated, taking a handful of the snack food.

“Did not!” Sam replied, tugging the container out of your hands.

“Y/N, you’ve met Tom, right?” Harry asked. You turned your focus from Sam to his older brother. The moment Tom’s eyes met yours, he swore his world stopped. He had never seen anyone like you before and he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were so captivating-where had his brothers found someone like you? More importantly, were they blind to leave you only as a friend? Tom suspected any man who could be with you would be the luckiest man in the world.

“Nope, I don’t believe I have. The name’s Y/N, also known as their only friend.” You said, pointing towards the twins.

“Hey!” Sam exclaimed.

“But I have heard a lot about you.” You stated. Tom opened his mouth to speak, but only silence came out as he got flustered. When he didn’t say anything, you continued, “Spiderman is watching Suicide Squad? Tsk tsk.”

As if you had switched a flip in him, Tom found his voice and quickly responded to your comment, “As long as they don’t know I’m watching it, I’m fine.” His nerves struck up again as he asked, “Are you a fan?”

“Of DC? Absolutely. Marvel? A little.” You replied.

“Why don’t you like Marvel?” He asked, a tad bit offended by the comment.

“I like the X-Men more than I like the Avengers. The characters are too complicated and they stray from the comics.” You stated, “As you can see with Civil War. Where was Thor?”

“X-Men doesn’t follow directly with the comics either.” Tom said.

“Oh, no. It’s started.” Harry mumbled to Sam. The twins knew introducing you two would cause some sort of an argument about DC vs Marvel. You were a massive DC fan while Tom was dedicated to the Marvel, more specifically Spiderman, side of things.

“Break it up. How about we go get our seats? We don’t need to start an argument here.” Sam interrupted you two.

“He’s right. It’s a petty argument.” Tom stated.

After the movie was finished, you went to hug the boys goodbye. When you hugged Tom, you made sure to whisper in his ear, “For the record, Spiderman’s my favorite superhero overall. Especially the new one, he’s sticking with the comics.” If your statement wasn’t enough to skyrocket his heart, your next comment sure was, “Plus, the actor’s really cute.”

And once again, you left Tom as awestruck as when he first laid eyes on you. You could tell he wanted to say something to you, but all he could muster was a faint goodbye. You shot him a flirty smile before leaving to your car. In Tom’s car, Harry and Sam continued to talk about Suicide Squad and how the characters were developed in it.

“How long have you two known Y/N?” Tom asked, finally finding his words.

“Almost two years by now. Why?” Harry asked.

“Just wondering. I don’t remember either of you ever bringing her up.” He shrugged, “Did you know she liked DC better than Marvel? Or was that just by chance?”

“Oh, we knew.” Sam laughed, “We just didn’t think it would get that heated that fast.” He explained and watched as his older brother’s cheeks turned red.

“What’s with all the questions, Tommy? Does someone have a crush?” Harry teased.

“No, I only met her today.” He lied.

“How are you the big-shot actor of this family? You can’t lie for sh*t.” Sam said.

“You know she’s single, right?” Harry added.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Tom asked.

“We give you permission to ask our little Y/N out.” Sam replied.

“Who said anything about asking her out?” He questioned, looking at his brother as if he was insane.

“You did when you lied about liking her.”

“You were practically drooling over her too.” Harry said.

“If I ask her out, will it get you two off my back?” Tom asked.

“Yes.” The twins replied in sync.

“I’ll need her number first.” He mumbled and Harry immediately got out his phone to share your contact with Tom.


“Go away. I’m not calling her with you lot watching me.” Tom said, looking at his brothers. Patrick was home now and instantly joined in the stare-at-Tom-until-he-calls-Y/N game.

“Why not?” Sam asked, leaning forward on his elbows to rest his face on his hands.

“Because I’m not comfortable with it. Beat it or else it’s not happening.” He replied. The three younger boys groaned and walked off. Tom knew they’d be right outside the door so he went as far from his bedroom door as possible. He nervously pressed the call button beside your contact.

“Hello?” You answered after a few rings.

“H-hi, Y/N. This is Tom. Tom Holland? Remember me from earlier today?” He asked and then mentally face-palmed himself for rambling. He hated how even just your voice made his heart pound in his chest.

“Nope, I have no recollection of a Tom Holland.” You said in a sarcastic voice before laughing, “Of course I remember you. One does not simply forget meeting the new Spiderman. What can I do for you?” You asked, hoping you already know the answer.

“Well, I was wondering if you were free tomorrow for lunch.” Tom asked.

“Like a date?” You replied.

“It doesn’t have to be.” He said.

“What if I wanted it to be?” You asked flirtatiously.

“Then, yes. Yes, it could definitely be a date.”

“In that case, I’d love to go get lunch with you.”

“Cool. I’ll-uh-pick you up tomorrow then. How’s 11?” He asked.

“That will work. Tomorrow is completely free for me.” You smiled, “I’ll text you my address.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you then, yeah?”

“See you then.” You said and hung up the phone. Tom didn’t even remove the phone from his ear by the time his brothers barged right back into his room.

“So you have a date?” Sam asked with a bright smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Tom admitted, bashfully as his brothers cheered in triumph.


*Four Months Later*

“We should have just told him no.” Sam said.

“Why did we push him?” Harry asked.

“I wish we had a time machine and we could stop this all from happening.”

“Yeah.” Both twins nodded in agreement before they were both whacked over the head with a rolled up magazine.

“Ow!” They hissed, turning around to see their mother.

“This is the happiest your brother has been in over a year. Get in the kitchen and fix the salad.” She ordered.

“Yes, mum.” Sam and Harry replied. They trailed off to the kitchen and she followed behind them. She didn’t want the twins to put such a damper on the happy mood. It was Christmas and you were spending it at the Hollands.

Michael Bublé was playing in the background and Tom was attempting to teach you how to dance in the open area of the living room. He loved how you would laugh every time you screwed up on the steps and accidentally stepped on his toes. You two had been dating for about four months and the twins had only begun to realize how close you two were. When you both first met, they definitely wanted you two to be together; but now it seemed as if they were losing their best friend to their brother. Although you were still close to the twins, they didn’t enjoy the feeling of being second behind Tom yet again.

“Forget it. I’m never going to get this.” You said with a giggle, staring down at your fuzzy sock covered feet. Your head fell into the crook of his shoulder

“You will, I promise. It’s easy, just follow my feet.” Tom replied, moving his feet slowly to the music. You lifted your head up and concentrated on keeping up with it, although it was a slow song. He held his hand up and you did a twirl.

“You’re cute when you’re focused.” He stated, making you look up at him.

“And you’re cute when trying to teach me how to dance.” You answered and he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. Before his lips could connect with yours, a voice called out from the kitchen.

“Tom, Y/N, dinner’s ready.” Sam interrupted.

“Geez, Sam, you just have to be a little cock block, don’t you?” You playfully sighed.

“Dinner.” He stated, disappearing back into the dining room.

“Do you think he’s upset about us?” you asked. Normally, the twin would sarcastically reply to you; instead, he just dismissed you.

“Us? Why would he be upset about us?” Tom replied in confusion.

“Because since we’ve started going out, I’ve been hanging out with them less.” You stated.

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged with a smile, leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

“I’m not saying I do, but I do feel like I’ve been neglecting them.”

“Hurry up, or we’ll eat without you.” You heard Sam call out.

“Sam!” His mother scolded. You laughed as you and Tom went to the dining room. You sat in between Sam and Tom, making sure that you included the twins (and Paddy). After all, you didn’t want to forget your favorite set of twins.

Baron Corbin - Always.

Baron Corbin -  Prompt #13 and #35: “I hate you so much I love you.” and “It’s been a while” “Too long.”

Requested by - Anon

Warnings - Mentions of a family grievance (but none specifically given), Swearing and Implied smut (kinda)

Words Count - 1994 Words.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Leaving WWE was possibly the hardest, most heartbreaking decision you had ever made; leaving the career you had built from nothing and the many amazing friendships you had created, behind damn near killed you. But you knew that family came first - it always did, and after you received possibly the worst news a person could hear, you knew you had to go back home and you also knew that it meant having to ask for what pretty much would be a release from the company you’d basically sold your soul to get into. But with out a doubt the hardest part of leaving WWE was leaving your - little more than best friend… Baron Corbin.

You and Baron were never anything exclusive but you were a little more than friends; maybe more like friends with benefits and although you had feelings for him that ran way deeper than that, you would never admit it; almost positive that he didn’t feel the same. After all he was the one that always got up and left you alone in a cold empty bed, yet you were drawn to him; in more way than one. You were physically attracted to him, yet you were endeared by his personality and despite your bedroom arrangement he really was your best friend. You could trust him with anything, but the fact you never told him when or why you were leaving is what made leaving him behind along with WWE so hard and ever since you had left the thought of how he must have felt some sort of betrayal niggled at the back of your mind.

But now you were back after having some grieving time and some well deserved time with your family; you were stronger than ever. The saying what doesn’t kill you makes you makes you stronger really was true; the second you stepped back into the performance centre you quite literally felt invincible mentally and physically. You knew you were ready to return, it was now just a matter of were you ready to face the man you secretly loved, after such an abrupt ending to the special friendship you had over a year ago.

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