that were by now staring at me were burning into my skin like fire. I felt my
cheeks heat up and at the same time, I felt unbelievably happy. It was true, I
was Dan Howell’s girlfriend and nothing could make me smile wider.
Dan.” Tiffany laughed joylessly while touching my boyfriend’s biceps.
moved further away from her and wiped his lips with the sleeves of his sweater.
joking. Y/N and I have been dating for nearly 2 months now.” Dan insisted, dead
why didn’t you tell anybody about it? Were you embarrassed by her?” Tiffany’s
high voice that was drenched with mockery and sarcasm rang in my ear, awakening
the desire to slap her grin off her face.
tell you because a) we’re not friends and b) it’s non of your business.” Dan
shut her up, his on point come back made the room grow silent.
me while I get my girlfriend a drink.” He said right before he got up.
had held his hand out for me and I reached for it, he pulled me onto my feet.
As we walked to the kitchen together I could still feel curious eyes burn into
my back but I really couldn’t care less.
The guy who
threw the party stored all of the drinks in the kitchen and Dan was given the
permission to get whatever he wanted. The kitchen was completely empty when we
walked in, I immediately hopped onto the counter and let my legs dangle in the
air while Dan went over to the refrigerator.
like beer?” Dan asked me, holding up two bottles while raising his eyebrows.
“I don’t know, I have actually never tried it.”
I admitted with a shy laugh.
time then, right?” He asked me before he opened the bottles.
you have to drink it for me if it tastes disgusting.” I told him before I took
the beer he was holding out for me.
I took a
little sip of the dark liquid, it tasted a little bit bitter but it wasn’t too
bad. Still, I wasn’t sure if I could actually finish the whole bottle.
suddenly asked me, sounding a bit worried.
asked, unsure of what he was going to say.
mad at me?” he then simply asked.
I blinked a
few times in confusion.
I be mad?” I wanted to know, still not understanding what he meant.
Tiffany. That she kissed me.” He spoke quietly like he was feeling really bad
nearly forgotten that it had actually happened. Tiffany kissed my boyfriend,
sure she didn’t know that we were dating and it was a dare but still. Now that
I remembered it, I did feel a little bit down. Dan was with me and I should be
the only one who got to kiss him.
sorry, Y/N. I tried to stop her before it happened but she was so fast and then
it was too late.” Dan rambled unstoppably. I could really tell how sorry he
“It wasn’t your
fault. We should have just told everybody in the first place.” I thought out
loud. It was true I did feel relieved now that we didn’t have to hide anymore.
wait to show you off to all of my friends.” Dan said with a wink, making me
smile and blush at the same time.
his tall body closer to mine before I wrapped my arms around his neck. Since I
was still sitting on top of the kitchen counter he was now standing between my
legs. ‘He is so beautiful’ I thought to myself as I stared into his chocolate
“Nobody else gets to kiss you.” I whispered
right before I connected our lips and felt my heart jump up and down at the
Dan smiled into the kiss and everything was alright again.
minutes later Dan had finished his and the last bit of my beer and we decided
to join the people on the dance floor.
the music was way too loud the DJ played some good songs from time to time and
I just danced and felt free. Both, me and Dan weren’t really the best dancers
in the world so we tried our best and mostly just fooled around and invented
new ridiculous dance moves.
I was a
little bit out of breath when I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
you.” Dan whined, making me laugh and roll my eyes.
into Jessica from chemistry class again in the bathroom.
you tell me that you are dating Dan Howell?!” she squealed and hugged me
had a bit of alcohol running through her veins but she looked so excited that I
just had to smile at her.
“You are so
lucky, Y/N. He is such a gem.” She giggled on her way out of the bathroom,
making me grin.
some cold water on my face, exhausted from all of the dancing me and Dan did.
After one last glance at my reflection in the mirror I decided to walk back to
my boyfriend who was waiting for me on the dancefloor.
before I could reach Dan I heard somebody say my name which made me instantly turn
Are you enjoying yourself?” Drew, a jock I barely knew from school asked me.
I answered brusquely not really interested in talking to him.
realized that you look so hot.” He straight up flirted with me. He got much
closer to me than I wanted him to. I was feeling quite uncomfortable and
annoyed. The only thought I was able to think was ‘Get away from him’.
“I gotta go
find my boyfriend.” I warned him and tried to storm away, but he held me back
by my arm.
think Howell wants to see you right now.” Drew said with an evil smirk while
gesturing to where Dan was waiting for me. He wasn’t alone though, Tiffany was
standing right next to him.
getting shamelessly close to him and from her body language I could tell that
she was obviously flirting with him. Her hand was wandering up and down his
chest and although Dan repeatedly tried to push her away she wouldn’t stop.
even here.” I could hear Tiffany purr and I was raging with anger.
not interested in you at all. I like Y/N!” Dan shouted so loud that a few
people turned their heads.
I was about
to strut over to her and slap that flirtatious smile off her face. Dan wasn’t
able to do that because he would never hit a girl but I surely could. Although I
wanted to do it so badly I was still held back by Drew’s firm grip.
tried to free myself but I wasn’t strong enough. I was sure by now that Tiffany
talked Drew into doing this. I was angry and scared at the same time and I felt
you let go of her?” A guy behind me bellowed, coming to my rescue.
removed his hands from my arm in surprise and shock.
Request from anon: Hey! I was thinking if you can write a BellamyxReader, where Bell is really a jerk with the reader and she doesn’t know why. So someday when he is particularly rude to her, she just say everything she was keeping to herself. After it Bell gets drunk and when the reader go ti her tend he is slepping on her bed. (if you do smut please do) Thank you!
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Word count: 1,778
Warnings: swearing and smut
You had no interaction with Bellamy back on the Ark, and on the ground you tried to have minimal interaction. From the beginning, he seemed to try and make your life harder. Anytime you weren’t working he would bust your ass about it, and if you were working he would say you weren’t trying. Usually you could ignore him, but only up to a certain point. More recently, he’s become unbearable.
As you emerged from your tent and immediately started to walk towards your workzone, you heard his voice. Surprisingly, he wasn’t speaking to you. He was flirting with some girl, and she was not getting any work done. You rolled your eyes and set to work on tying knots in the excess fabric available. You were making containers for rations and you understood the slight importance of getting this done. You paused for a moment to squat down and tie your shoelace, which had somehow come undone.
“Slacking off again? Seriously, Y/N? Do you ever get anything done?” He said in a low tone towards you. Your eyes flicked up to him.
As soon as the stretched limousine
he had sent to pick her up stopped, Bruce opened the door for Felicity. He held
out a hand to help her out and, though Felicity shot him a look that made him
know that she was absolutely able to get out of the car herself, she did take the
hand offered to her. When Bruce used the opportunity to lift her hand to his
lips and kiss the knuckles as soon as she was standing, she cocked her head.
Young B, K.Jun, and KIllagramz on SNL Korea trans for anon!
Seyoon (the boy in the beginning): My…name…is… Young B: Oh Seyoon are you writing rap lyrics? *On screen says “Yang Hongwon”, “Age: 17 years old”, “Specialty: My best friend in the first year”* Young B: I’ll look over it once for you, show me. Seyoon: Really? Young B: Yeah Seyoon: Yo yo~ Bling bling is Hongwon~ Fiery charisma Seyoon~ My name is Seyoon~ (Reference to SHINee Minho on SNL) Young B: Mm…. It’s okay but can I make it become more alive? Seyoon: Yeah.. Young B: Yo. Bling bling is Hongwon. Fiery charisma Seyoon. Yo students borrow my rhyme. It’s the b flow. In order to learn from me, you should beg to me. Studio MC, it seems that you need some rap lessons. I’ll do it for you. I feel on. (lyrics from “17 Remix” by Young B and NO:EL and Ja Mezz) Seyoon: Wow you’re the best! Wow wow.. Seyoon: My best friend was our school’s best rapper Yang Hongwon. Hongwon was a friend that helped me open my eyes to hip hop. But after that incident I couldn’t meet him.. K. Jun: Attention everybody! *On screen says “K Jun”, “Age: 19 years old”, “Specialty: His role model is the KFC grandpa”* Killagramz: Who is this kid named Yang Hongwon who supposedly raps well among you first years? *On screen says “Killagramz”, “Age: 19 years old”, “Specialty: 120 kilograms”* Obesity-Type (play on P-Type): Who is this kid who is fooling around just because he can rap a bit? *On screen says “Obesity-Type”, “Age: 19 years old”, “Specialty: Scared of fire blasts”* Seyoon: The three of them are the BBQ Brothers, all 19 years old. Young B: It’s me Obesity-Type: Oh~ Obesity-Type: “It’s me” Wow how scary~ Young B: If you’re a rapper, just start with rapping. I’ll start first so turn on the beat. K. Jun: Ok ok show me what you got, show me what you got~ Young B: Studio MC, it seems that you need some rap lessons. I’ll do it for you. I… K. Jun: I’ll do it for you?? Young B: I’ll do it… K. Jun: Do it?? Killagramz: In my eyes, you–are–lacking–rhymes! (reference to Woodie Gochild’s diss rap to Killa) K. Jun: Eliminated! Seyoon: At that time I was a coward and turned away from Hongwon who messed up his lyrics. After that, Hongwon transferred to a school in the Gangseo District of Seoul. He left his favorite hair band and cross earrings. Seyoon: Hongwon… I’m sorry…
Title: The Other Woman Words: 445 Rated: T Fandom: Marvel/MCU/Spider-man Homecoming Pairing: Pepper Potts x Tony Stark Summary: Tony’s flirtation with May Parker did not go unnoticed by Pepper Potts. Her reaction to it is quite surprising though.
Okay, so Spider-man Homecoming has revitalized my long ago love for the pepperony ship. It was so strong that I had to write this cute fluff fic about them.
@galraweek thank you so much for being so understanding and granting me the time to finish the piece, @shadowdragon1553 I hope it was worth the wait !! My apologies again for the time it’s taken but thank you both for being so kind <3 (don’t ask me why they have their hair down while wearing a face mask I was just fooling around a bit lmao)
I love Bear your soul, and absolute adore how you're writing Yuuri's first relationship and Nakagawa. I'm hoping you can write some Drabble of Yuuri showing Nakagawa around Hasetsu. Taking him sight seeing, his first katsudon, going to ice castle :) I live for their interactions! Thank you :)
Nakagawa bowed, a little surprised at just how small Yuuri’s
mother actually was. It was obvious to
him that Yuuri had gotten his round face from his mother but slighter frame
from his father even if he had to keep to a strict diet to maintain his
weight. Nakagawa knew it wasn’t fair that
he could eat pretty much whatever he wanted and then some and maintain his weight.
Sure in the off season he had to work for it harder, but Yuuri had to work all
year long, on or off season.
“Yuuri has told me so much about your katsudon, Katsuki-san.
I am looking forward to trying it.”
Yuuri’s mother beamed. “Such a nice boy. You swim, yes?”
“I do. I’m hoping that I’ll get to go to London for the
Olympics in a couple of years.”
“Good! Swimming uses a lot of energy so I will make you an extra-large
portion of Katsudon. Yuuri, Alexei-chan said you could only have a normal
portion since Nationals is coming up.
Yuuri nodded, but smiled. Even though he wasn’t getting the
full katsudon experience Yuuri didn’t seem to mind.
“Go put your things up in Yuuri’s room and then try the hot
Before they could even turn the corner to go up the second
flight of stairs there was someone calling Yuuri.
Yuuri’s sister was about his height, but her features were a
little sharper like their father’s.
Nakagawa suddenly felt like he was under the spotlight. Yuuri hadn’t told his family he was dating
anyone and yet…
“Hurt my brother and I will hurt you.”
Nakagawa’s eyes went wide and he could only nod. He believed
that she could without a doubt.
His sister just looked at him. “Am I wrong? No. I’m just
glad that my room is on a different floor.” She glanced at Nakagawa and he felt
like he was being appraised. “Not too loud though, you two, or mom will find
out and then it’ll be lectures because of school rules. Dad probably won’t care
as long as you’re being safe.”
Yuuri shoved a hand over his sister’s mouth. “It’s not like
that!” And it really wasn’t. They’d fooled around a bit but…
Yuuri’s sister just laughed. A good hearted and amused laugh
that left single child Nakagawa sort of wishing he had an older sister too.
Nakagawa was no stranger to katsudon. His mother never
cooked it, but there was a little family diner type place not far from his
house and occasionally he’d ordered their katsudon. He usually preferred dons
with beef, but it wasn’t like pork was all that bad. Especially when fried. So
that was the sort of katsudon that Nakagawa was expecting.
It was not the katsudon that Nakagawa got.
Even though the cutlet was sliced for ease of eating and was
covered in sauce, it maintained its crunchiness, and his chopsticks – after
breaking through the crust – could easily split the pork slices into even
smaller bites. The crunch was perfection and the pork melted in his mouth. And
the egg! How did the egg get to be so perfect? It was amazing! Not to mention the rice. There was some sort
of subtle flavor hidden there that kept even such a heavy dish feeling light on
his tongue. Yuuri only smiled and refused to give away his mother’s secret.
“I’m coming home with you for katsudon every time you win a
medal from now on. So no off podium finishes.”
Yuuri rolled his eyes at him.
Of course his boyfriend would think that the ice rink
deserved to be on the same level as a ninja house when it came to touring
Hasetsu. So Nakagawa wasn’t even surprised when they went in. He’d met
Nishigori and his wife a couple of times (and it really was strange that Yuuri
had married friends) but didn’t know a lot about them, so he was a little surprised
to see them standing behind the counter talking.
“Nishigori’s parents own the rink.”
“Yuu-kun, you’re here! And you really did bring him. Takeshi’s parents closed the rink for the
afternoon so the ice is all yours for as long as you want until the hockey team
comes at six to practice. Though you know their coach is a fan and would
probably let you stay on even longer if you need the practice.”
The rink was smaller than the one Yuuri trained on at the
“How can you run through a routine if the size isn’t the
Yuuri laced up his skates.
They were fairly new since Yuuri had gone up another shoe size. Sleek
and black compared to the dull, worn, and clunky looking rental skates that Nakagawa
had on. “You adapt. It’s not easy, but
plenty of skaters don’t have Olympic regulation sized rinks to practice on. It’s
hard the first few times; you end up expending a lot of energy that you aren’t
used to just to fill the space since it’s a requirement that you do. Even at
the plaza, I usually only have half the rink, if that. I only get to do a full
rink run through maybe once a session?”
Yuuri was just as graceful on the ice as off. And he even managed to stay graceful while
Nakagawa used the excuse of being on skates to cling to him. Nakagawa would
never understand the pull of the ice, but even so he could see how happy it
Tablet writing is weird. sorry for spacing issues. and unedited. Io is editing the next chapter…
okay so I started roughing together a timeline for RotE and I only have one thing to say
FITZCHIVALRY FARSEER YOU CANNOT COUNT.
Seriously. Seriously. Either that, or Chade can’t, and that’s less likely. I think when Fitz is in his cottage he just gives up on this shit. Which, you know, fair enough, Fitz, it’s your age, do what you like. But seriously.
Fitz is thirty-five in chapter one of FE, which is mentioned in conjunction with Chade visiting him at this time. During this visit, Chade puts Nettle’s age at fifteen. Okay? So that means that Fitz was around twentywhen Nettle was born, right?
noooooooooooooope sorry do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars because
Fitz is fifteen when Rurisk dies and Kettricken + Verity get married. He is thirteen when Forge is attacked. If we assume (reasonably I think) that the summer Forge is attacked is the first summer of the Red Ship War, then the beginning of AQ with Fitz in the cottage with Burrich and Chade is set when Fitz is around sixteen (”The Red Ship Raiders from the Out Islands had assailed our shores for three full years” AG p71). This means that Nettle had to have been conceived when Fitz was fifteen/sixteen and therefore she was born when he was seventeen at the oldest.
I’m tempted just to go with “Fitz stopped bothering to count at some point and just went with a nice round number” but that’s annoying because Fitz actually documents his age several times later on (he gives it in FA, for example) and if I stop relying on that this is going to get unnecessarily complicated.. >.>
On the other hand, Liveship/Bingtown stuff is relatively easy. Thank you, Rain Wild Chronicles, for your dated letters. Really, I don’t know how to express how much love I have for RWC right now.
I didn’t even know what time it was when we decided we’d go inside and make ourselves comfortable to go to sleep. This house party at Dereks place had been going on for hours, and let’s just say, we were pretty wasted. I wasn’t drunk to the point where I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was drunk enough to be talkative and fun and just giggly.
When we, and by we I mean Derek, KDL, Tyler and his girlfriend, reached the living room, the couple immediately took the couch and made themselves at home, clearly ready to call it a day. Me on the other hand, I wasn’t really in the mood for sleeping yet. We were having so much fun and I just didn’t want the night to end too soon. I just kind of got to know them all, over Derek, I may add.
Derek, who I have been seeing and talking to for about two weeks. By seeing I mean that we only had one sort of date yet; we went to Venice spontaneously and got food afterwards. You could say we were intrigued with each other, we talked and texted a lot and it was obvious that we had some sort of connection.
Request: I had a request for Bucky where they are like bff’s and are pining after each other and one of their feelings accidentally gets hurt but eventually they get together. @kmwiinchester
Word Count: 1,669
A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I think I got a bit carried away, but I like how this one turned out.
“You can’t aim for shit.”
“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to shove this cue
“Alright, kids. Play nice.” Steve’s shadow fell over the
pool table, effectively blocking your view. You glared up at him, brow quirked.
He stepped back with his hands up in a defensive position. He knew how you and
Bucky were when it came to pool and he wasn’t about to get in the way of that.
It was a serious game for serious people, and you were one striped ball away
from winning fifty bucks. Steve watched you with his arms crossed, eyes
flickering between you and Bucky.
You were fairly good at pool, and an even better hustler.
You and Bucky actually made a good team- he was big and buff, and every time
the two of you went to bars he was the first one at the table being challenged
by other guys who were big and buff. Then you swooped in and pretended to be a
cute little princess, when in reality you could kill every single one of them
with a cue ball if you wanted to. You and Bucky won tons of money from hustling
bikers, much to Steve’s chagrin. What could you say, you had skill. You could
hit any ball from any angle into any hole on the first try. It was no contest
who would win, but dammit if whoever you were playing against didn’t try.
Bucky, on the other hand, was a little shit and a dirty cheat.
You held the cue between your fingers, aiming the white ball
to hit a shiny red one when you felt something graze along your sides. Your
body stiffened and you tried to ignore the feeling of Bucky’s fingers gliding over
your ribs. He was trying to distract you and Goddamn was it working. He was
aiming for a tickle, something to make you jump, but you just wanted to lean
into it. Your heart was in your throat, thumping loudly against your skull, and
it had very little to do with the very important shot you were about to take.
Okay, sure. Bucky was your best friend, and that’s all he’d
ever been, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of him throwing you
on the pool table and-
“Don’t miss.” His breath was hot on your ear and your eyes
closed involuntarily, teeth gritting and hands tightening around the cue. You
shot him a look and he chuckled, taking half a step back. Your shoulders
squared and you tried to focus again, but he was still too damn close. This hadn’t
happened before- not once. But, then again, you weren’t usually playing against
him. He usually stood on the other side of the table and cheered you on, not
standing at your side to taunt you.
“Bucky, I swear to God,” you threatened, tongue between your
“I didn’t do anything,” he defended. “Just try not to suck.”
“I hate you.” You rolled your eyes, adjusting your footing
and shrugging a stiff shoulder. It was taking an unusually long time for you to
hit the ball, and Bucky seemed to sense it. He backed off, rounding the table
toward the bar. Steve was already leaning on it by now, a drink of (rather
useless, really) scotch in hand. Bucky went to getting one of his own and you
stood up fully. Now that the haze of having Bucky right at your side was gone,
it became easier to focus. You went to fixing your shot, eaves dropping on the
“You two are really needling each other today,” Steve noted.
“You fight like an old married couple.”
Bucky grimaced as he took a swallow from his glass, but not
because of its contents. “Not even. I’d die before I let myself marry her.”
“Ouch,” Steve laughed. “Looks like you two are well on your
way, if you ask me. I keep waiting for you to pull a fast one.”
You were bent over the table again, frozen while you listened.
You were staring forward at the cue ball, but your attention was on them. Your
head tilted down, eyes dropping to the green surface just in front of your
face. “No chance in hell,” Bucky was saying. You bit the inside of your cheek,
realizing what it meant. “I’d rather the Hulk sat on me.”
“That’s harsh.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and
“You started it.” Bucky jabbed Steve with his finger. “Suggesting
I make a move on her, that’s disgusting. You should be ashamed.”
They were laughing when you shot the ball. They both turned
to look, watching as the cue ball slammed into the shiny red ball, sending it
spinning. It missed the hole by a few inches and both their brows shot up in surprise.
Bucky grinned, standing up to join you at the table. You shoved the cue at his
chest, turning your back to him and starting for the door. “Ask Steve to play
the next game, I’m going to bed.”
“(Y/N), it’s noon.” Bucky’s long strides caught up to you
before you could reach the door and he grabbed your arm, turning you around to
face him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” It sounded a lot harsher than you meant for it to
be, and Bucky winced. His hand on your arm relaxed, but he didn’t let go. Your
eyes flickered to Steve, who had his back to you and was pretending not to
notice. Then you locked eyes with Bucky again, suddenly aware of how close he
was. Again. His chest was practically right in your face, head tilted down to
look at you with those giant, beautiful eyes of his. You cursed yourself,
feeling inadequate and stupid. Of course, he would say that there’s no chance
in hell for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for the
idiot. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.” His voice was soft, a tone you knew he
reserved only for you. A quiet whisper that only you could hear, that calmed
your nerves and made you think that maybe, just maybe, there was something else
between you. But, there wasn’t. He had just said so. “Was it something I said?”
He looked hurt. And dammit if you didn’t hate that look. You
had your fair share of slightly-mean things to say about him and he would
always pretend like you hurt his feelings, but when he was genuinely hurt, it
was different. It wasn’t playful or fun anymore and all you wanted to do now
was hide. You could lie to him, say you weren’t feeling well. Blame cramps or
headaches or something, but dammit. You hated to lie to him and didn’t want to
start now- “I, uh,” you stuttered, unsure what to say.
“Too much?” His hand slid down your arm a bit, but remained
firm. “I didn’t mean that, you know that right?”
“Yeah, I…” you shrugged, trying to stop your eyes from
watering. “I know.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, shoulders dropping. “I was just
fooling around, I didn’t mean I wouldn’t kiss you-“ Bucky’s eyes widened a bit
and he let go of your arm, immediately stepping back as confusion wormed itself
on your expression. “I meant. I wouldn’t, but… I wouldn’t not. It was just
“You two are going to give me an aneurism,” Steve swiveled
in his chair, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Seriously? Please don’t make me say
“Say what?” The desire to run and hide was overshadowed by
curiosity and confusion. Bucky pushed his hair out of his face, breathing a
huff of air. His eyes scanned your face, like he was analyzing a threat, and he
chewed absently on his lip. “Bucky?”
“I may or may not, let’s not point fingers here,” he
started, looking incredibly uneasy. You shifted from one foot to another. “Have
slightly less than platonic feelings for you.”
You stared blankly at him, trying to process what he had
said. He was frozen too, waiting for your response, and when he got none, his
face fell and he nodded. Assuming you either found that incredibly strange or
didn’t return the feelings, he let go of your arm and turned to leave. But you
snapped out of your daze and reached for him, grabbing the hand that let you
“I, uh.” Your mouth was dry, now, and you focused hard on
the hand in yours. Slightly calloused, but soft and comforting. He didn’t pull his hand away, fingers wrapped
around yours. Not tight, but not loosely either. “Might have similar…Feelings.”
Bucky was grinning then, and his hand did tighten at your
words. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping one arm around your waist. “That
“I think so, yeah,” you laughed. Bucky seemed to have an
idea then, because he let you go and turned, grabbing two forgotten cues
leaning on the wall and thrusting one into your hands. Your brow rose and he
led you toward the table, one arm over your shoulders. “What are we doing?”
“Rematch,” he said, gathering the balls from the pockets.
You watched him set them up and then he came back around to stand in front of
you. You smiled up at him, heart pounding again. You doubted it would ever stop.
“What do I win when I kick your ass?” You twirl the cue in
your hands, quirking a brow up at him.
“If, by the grace
of God you actually manage to pull off that miracle,” he teased. “Then you get
to kiss me. But when I show you who’s the boss- it’s me, I’m the boss- then I
get to kiss you.”
A grin split your face and you heard Steve let out an
annoyed groan from the other end of the room. Bucky stuck out his hand for a
handshake and you took it, holding onto him a bit longer than necessary. “Bring
it on, cupcake.”
Anon please This is a little fucked up, probably more than a little. I used to manage a national franchise breakfast restaurant. At the end of the day we would change out all of the salt and pepper shakers so they could be cleaned. It’s a wait staff job but I always helped out. This night I had sent everyone home except a dishwasher, a waitress and myself. The store was closed and we were just finishing up. The waitress and I had fooled around a bit and I was trying to get in her pants again. She told me I had to wait until she was done so I pitched in to help but I couldn’t resist trying to touch her. She let me get a hand in her pants and finger her while she was setting out the shakers. She complained that I was being distracting and it was going to take all night to get the job done this way. I said I have two hands, one in you and I’ll set out shakers with the other. That didn’t work very well. So I pulled my hand out of her pants and set shakers on the table and then returned my hand as we shuffled to another table. It turned me on to realize that all of these clean salt and pepper shakers were now coated with her pussy juice. We set out the last shaker and I made her walk around to every table and gave all of the shakers an extra little coat of juice just to be sure. When I opened the restaurant the next morning I was hard all day thinking of all of these random strangers touching the shakers, maybe smelling her on them… I know it’s fucked up, but it’s absolutely true.
you had just arrived back home from a long day at work. Walking into the house, you tossed your keys on the table by the front door where everyone’s keys seemed to pile up. You heard the faint sounds of your brother, Nate’s, favorite video game and you knew immediately that he had either one of two people over. Either Swazz, or Sammy, and you were really hoping for the latter.
You and Nate were ‘Irish twins’ which is where you two are less than a year apart, your age only separated by a mere 9 and a half months. Yeah, he had his friends and you had yours, but it wasn’t anything for you all to hang out all the time together. Because of this, you had become pretty close with Sammy, it was just Swazz that really irritated you.
Yes, John was hot, and you were sexually attracted to him, especially after a party after a football game where you two got a few beers in you and fooled around a bit, nothing serious. You two just stuck to hand activities, although the way John sucked on your nipple while his fingers worked on your clit had you clawing at his back and moaning softly in his ear, urging him on.
After that, things were okay between you, you simply acted as if it hadn’t happened. But after that, John got so cocky. It was during your guys’ Junior year, he started to make snide comments, and just became a douche. He wasn’t rude per say, he was just so cocky, and he became such a know it all, you couldn’t stand it. It was like no matter what, you were wrong, which often led to the two of you arguing back and forth like children, instead of the 20 year old’s you are.
Walking into the living room you frowned when you saw it was John’s body occupying the spot next to Nate, instead of Sammy. Nate, hearing you walk in, turned his attention to you briefly.
“hey (y/n)” he smiled, before turning his attention back to the screen.
“hey” you replied, walking through and heading into the kitchen, seeing nothing set out, and after checking the fridge, seeing nothing in their that sounded good either.
“where’s mom and dad?” you asked, entering the living room and sitting on the chair.
“you still need your mommy and daddy?” John laughed, causing you to roll your eyes.
“shut up, I’m just asking” you replied, turning to look at Nate, eyes still on the screen.
“dad’s working late and mom’s at Aunt Jen’s, I believe.” Nate muttered.
“alright, well, are you hungry?” you asked, scrolling on your phone, looking for the number for the pizza place.
“yeah.” Nate muttered, grunting at something on the screen, probably the fact that John was beating him in 2k.
“pizza good?” you asked, already calling.
“well it has to be considering you’re already calling them.” John scoffed.
“shut. up” you sassed, speaking into the phone and placing the order.
“it’ll be here in about 30 minutes, and it’s $26.00″ you spoke, placing your phone on the coffee table.
“yeah, grab me a drink will ya” John spoke.
“no” you scoffed, offended that he would even ask you.
“it’s not like you’re doing anything else.”
“yeah, and your legs work perfectly fine.” you fired back.
“c’mon, make yourself useful.”
“I’m not getting you a fucking drink. Get it yourself.”
“what the fuck is your problem? is it that time of the month for you?” John snickered.
“no. Just because I don’t do whatever you ask doesn’t mean I’m on my period. I’m not one of your hoes that’ll do whatever you say.” you scoff, folding your arms over your chest.
“well I was just curious cause you are acting like a bitch.” John fired back.
“are you fucking kidding me? you’re the one that’s acting like a dick”
“guys. stop” Nate spoke, pausing the game and looking between the two of you.
“hey she started it” John spoke.
“No I didn’t! Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking dic-”
“yeah right. You’re the one who’s making such a big deal over it. All I asked was for a fucking drink.” John groaned.
“you’re here enough to know where everything is, and you’re more than capable to get it yourself.” you retorted.
“but I asked you, and as the guest of this house you should have got it for me.”
“you shoulda just got it before you sat your lazy ass down on the couch.”
you realized this was such a childish fight, but he just irked you. It’s like he got off on doing things that would result in you two arguing, considering he had a smirk on his face the whole time, every time.
“my god, do you ever shut up!?” Nate yelled from his spot, causing John and I to look at him.
“seriously. my fucking lord. you two fight like brother and sister, and we” Nate motioned between you and him “don’t even fight like this.”
“she s-” John spoke at the same time you started “he s-” but both of you got cut off by Nate.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m tired of you guys constantly arguing. I don’t know what the fuck your guys’ problem is with one another, but please.” he huffed, standing up from the couch “figure it the fuck out.”
You and John were just kinda speechless, probably cause neither of you has ever seen Nate that mad. Never has he been mad enough to the point where he raises his voice like that.
“where you going?” you called as Nate grabbed a pair of keys.
“I’m leaving. Ya’ll figure out what the fuck is wrong between you and fix it. I’ll be back later.” and with that, Nate slammed the door after him, leaving you and John silent.
That only lasted a brief moment though before John turned to you.
“good fucking job. Now you’re brother’s pissed.”
“please, like it’s my fault? I can’t believe you’re actually blaming me.” you scoffed, getting up and going into the kitchen.
You had just got yourself a glass of water, taking a small sip and setting it back on the counter while you put the jug away, only to turn back around to see John holding the glass up against his lips.
“are you fucking kidding me?” you seethed.
yeah, you realize it wasn’t that big of a deal, but still.
“thanks” John smiled, sliding the empty glass towards you. “that wasn’t too hard now was it?” he snickered.
“you’re unbelievable” you scoffed, putting the glass in the sink and grabbing a new one, John laughing at how pissed you were.
John was attracted to you in such an odd way. He’s known you for years, since you were a 7th grader, and over the years he’s become so attracted to you.
He remembers when you had glasses and braces, and still some of your baby fat. But he’s watched you develop over the years, you got hot, and he was oddly attracted to you. Fooling around after a football game one night is what really made him realize how much he was attracted to you. He just liked to pick on you, he found it entertaining.
And you hated to admit it but you were attracted to him too. Yeah you guys argued all the time, and it was usually playful stuff. Sure it was never a big deal what you guys fought over, it was basically you just replying to one of his snarky comments and it spiraling out of control.
“seriously, why are you even here?” you asked.
“I was hanging out with your brother?”
“shouldn’t you be at one of your hoes’ house?”
“jealous?” he smirked, standing right across from you now, you leaning against one edge of the counter and he was leaning against the counter across from you.
“no” you scoffed, folding your arms over your chest.
“I think you are” John teased, leaning in closer to you now, seemingly mocking you.
“why would I be?” you rolled your eyes, looking at him.
“I don’t know, you just always seem to bring up my ‘hoes’ so I was just assuming.”
“well you should probably stop that. You tend to make yourself look like an ass when you do that.”
he was silent for a minute, looking at you with a furrowed brow.
“what? got nothing to say?” you snickered.
“god, do you ever shut up?” he groaned.
“no” you fired back.
“well you should.”
the air between you two changed in a matter of seconds. You two were extremely close now, a few inches separating you. You looked up at him through your lashes.
“you can’t make me” you spoke lowly.
“wanna bet?” he whispered.
“try me” you whispered, and just like that his hands were grabbing your face and his lips were smashed against yours.
Your hands found their way to the neck of his shirt, grabbing a bunch of it and pulling him closer.
Things quickly got heated, and you were picked up, legs wrapping around his waist as you two sloppily made out, and you were slammed roughly against the refrigerator, making you let out a little moan.
John started to trail kisses down your jawline, and your neck, finding your sweet spot and sucking on it, causing you to tip your head back and let out quiet little shaky breaths, hands gripping his shoulders.
The sound of the door closing caught your attention, trying to get John’s attention now.
“John” you whispered, only to result in him humming against your neck.
“J-John, I think Nate’s home.” you muttered, John pulling back and looking at you and biting his lip before he sat you down and you started to head towards the living room to see Nate walk in.
“where’s John?” he asked.
“he’s h-” you started but was cut off by John emerging from behind you.
“I was just getting a drink.” he replied cooly, sliding past you with a glass in his hand, joining Nate on the couch and starting up the video game again.
“so you guys worked out whatever the fuck was wrong?” Nate laughed as you sat back in your original spot in the chair.
You and John looked at each other, John shooting you a wink before agreeing with Nate.
“yeah man, we’re cool” he smiled, turning his attention back to the game.
It wasn’t long before the doorbell went off, and you went to answer it, taking the pizza and carrying it into the kitchen.
“pizzas here” you called out, pulling out plates, turning to see John and Nate walk in, coming up to grab a plate.
It was when John was sliding behind you to get to the pizza that he nonchalantly grabbed your butt, giving it a firm squeeze that caught you off guard and caused you to jump up.
Looking at John after he passed he had on a sly smile and shot you a wink, before taking two slices on his plate and heading back into the living room, and leaving you confused as to what the actual fuck just happened in the last 10 minutes.
a/n: this is kinda shitty but I haven’t posted in forever. Plus I really struggled writing this one. Idk why. But I hope it’s kinda okay. And I mean, I might do a part 2 later, Idk
“He’s driving us crazy” Jin said. The boys were all huddled up, watching Namjoon from across the room. They watched as he shoved his phone into his back pocket and began posing. Taehyung started nodding and made a face.
“Yeah. Why can’t they just kiss and make up?” Taehyung asked. Hoseok shrugged and sighed.
“I hope they make up soon. I can’t handle another night like last night” Jimin said. Yoongi pulled out his phone and everyone looked at him as he dialed your number. As soon as you answered, he launched into the conversation.
“Do you love me?” Yoongi asked. You raised an eyebrow and sighed into the phone.
“Yoongi-“ you started, already knowing what he wanted.
“Do you love me? Yes or no?” he cut in.
“Of course I do but I am not coming up there” you said, folding your arms. Yoongi quieted his voice down and turned away from the other boys.
“___, it has been two weeks. I swear to God, if you go one more hour without talking to him, I am going to lose my mind. Last night, he was awake until 4 in the morning, trying to call you. It’s gotten so bad that no one else wants to go home” he said. You sighed again and Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Deal?”
“No! Bring your ass down here now. I’m serious. We might kill him if you don’t fix this today” Yoongi mumbled into the phone. You were quiet, looking at the ‘Family Size’ bag of chips in your lap and the dip that you bought with it. “I’m really busy right now” you said.
“No, you aren’t. You’re probably sitting on your couch, watching movies, and eating ice cream.” You looked at the pause icon on your TV and frowned.
A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for the likes and comment last time :) I really appreciate it. Quick notes: This is a Reader placeholder story. If you would prefer an already named character head over to fanfiction.net :) as the rules don’t allow Y/N stories lol so I had to wing it over there. Same exactly story, just a more fleshed out character. Also, I had fun writing this chapter. I gained a lot of inspiritafion from the comics, but it alludes to the show as well also I apologize if the format looks weird…I’m really trying to get this whole Tumblr thing :(.
Your head was spinning, and you were doing your best to stay awake. The pain was overwhelming you, and the blood loss wasn’t helping either. All you wanted was to crawl back in your bed, and sleep forever. But, considering the latest turn of events that wasn’t likely to happen. You jolted up a bit when you heard the door of the RV slam hard against its side, signaling that whoever was inside was now on his way towards you. Parker was still holding you tightly, making sure you weren’t able to move out of your kneeling position. If you weren’t so out of it, you would’ve fought to be out of this degrading position. The sound of boots crossing over the dirt made you look up, until you could barely register the shape of a rather tall man standing in front of you. Your vision was slowly glazing over, but you attempted to tilt your head back when you saw a bat moving towards your face. You winced when you felt a slight pain in your chin, realizing that it was the bat, only this time you clearly saw the barbed wire wrapped around it.
He lifts your chin up with his bat, smiling down at you as he speaks. “Hi. I’m Negan.” His voice was eerily calm, and your E/C eyes glanced up at him, breathing coming out in shallow spurts. You didn’t even really register his name, too busy trying to keep yourself from giving in to your feeling of faint. You couldn’t speak, breathing hurt enough as it is, but even then the fear that was in you was enough to keep your mouth shut. When you didn’t respond to his introduction, he only scoffed before looking you over. Eyes trailing down your face before he rubbed his beard in thought. “Well, my my my!” He put emphasis on the last word, laughing to himself as he removed his bat from your chin only to pace around in front of you. “Looks like we hit the jackpot fellas!” He gestured to you with a gloved hand, looking around at his men as he laughed. “When’s the last time you saw a woman this god-DAMN beautiful?” You could hear laughing coming from all around you, but you didn’t dare look up. At this point you were hoping for a quick death delivered by his hands. Anything to stop the pain of your wound, and the constant ridicule coming from the people around. Your thoughts were broken when you saw steel toed boots come up in front of you, the man crouched down to your level. The grin he had earlier was still plastered on his face, pearly white teeth showing as he stared at you.
“What’s your name, sweetheart? I’m absolutely dying to know.”
When you didn’t immediately answer him, he grabbed your face roughly making you look directly at him. “Come on now, gorgeous. You killed two of my men, the least you could do is tell me your name?”
You swallowed, and tried to form a coherent sentence, but only gibberish was coming out. He made a clicking noise with his mouth, clearly becoming a bit frustrated by your lack of cooperation with him. His hand moved from your chin to your shoulder, gripping it tightly and willing your body to move a bit more up. “Now I’m being nice here, sweetheart. So-“ He cut his sentence short as his eyes trailed down your body, finally taking notice of the blood soaking your tank top.
“Shit!” He laughed, “Now that don’t look good, must be hurting like a mother fucking bitch.” If you were hoping for any sympathy from him, he wasn’t giving it. That grin never left his face. That was until his eyes landed on your chest, taking note of your ripped shirt. You saw his jaw tighten, and that twinkle of amusement in his eyes quickly faded away. He lifted himself up, standing tall once again in his commanding stance. His hand flew up to his face, stroking his beard as he let out a small laugh and gesturing at all his men.
“What the fuck are we doing here? What are we trying to achieve?!”
“For fuck’s sake, don’t just goddamn stand there! Someone answer me!”
A man to his right spoke, “I’m not sure what you mean, sir?”
Negan shook his head and twirled his bat around, clearly not satisfied with anyone at the moment. “Never mind, Simon. Don’t answer that. There’s no fucking way any of you pricks understand the bigger picture here. We’re trying to build a fucking community! We all got to work together to accomplish that. But!” He pointed up, trying to convey the importance of what he was about to say. He shook his hand as he let his gaze fall upon Parker, and Craig.
“But, we cannot begin to accomplish this if we have sunk to such…in-fucking-human levels!”
He suddenly moved forward, hand grasping Parker’s shirt in an unforgiving grip. “Repeat after me. We. Don’t. Rape.” His espresso eyes were cold, anger raging behind them as he stared directly at the man who so gleefully assaulted you. Parker was panicking in Negan’s grasp, fumbling for words as he tried to express his innocence. “I didn’t rape her, sir! We just fooled around with her for a bit! All in good fun!” Craig was looking at the scene playing out before him, nodding his head reluctantly as Parker spoke. Negan threw him to the ground, that devilish smile appearing on his lips once more. “All in good fun? Did you hear that, sweetheart?”
You looked up at him, sweat dripping down your forehead making your h/c hair stick to your skin. He twirled his bat in front of you, stopping it just directly next to your face. “This is Lucille, sweetheart. And, she is awesome.” You gave him an odd look, eyes darting from Lucille to him over and over again. A deep chuckle left him as he winked at you. “Don’t worry, babygirl. She isn’t thirsty for you.” At that, you heard Parker start backing off, his thick boots kicking into the ground as he tried getting away. Apologies, and pleas rolling off his tongue as Negan began to move towards him. He began repeating Negan’s words earlier, trying anything to get him to stop advancing on him.
“We don’t rape! We don’t rape!”
Negan barked with laughter, lifting Lucille over his head. “Come on now, you stupid fuck. Have some dignity.” And with that Lucille came crashing down onto your assailants head, making you gasp and cringe as his blood splattered onto your face. You kneeled there in shock, mouth agape as fear set into your body. Any doubts that you had of that actually happening were silenced as Craig fell to the ground in his own fear, trying in vain to move away from Negan and his Lucille. Time seemed to slow down around you, and you were trembling as the only sounds that were making it through to you were those of Lucille coming down on Parker repeatedly. Your heart quickened, and you felt on the verge of hyperventilating as the darkness began to overcome you in your state of shock and pain. The last thing you remember was the feeling of your body hitting the ground, and Negan’s voice carrying across the wind.
“Simon, doesn’t Craig look a little cold? How about we fucking warm things up a bit?”
Your eyes drifted open, the fog of consciousness rushing over you as you darted your eyes around your current settings. You didn’t move, trying to focus on the voice calling to you.
“Logan…?” You tried lifting yourself with your hand, only managing to get one shoulder up before falling back onto the soft surface of something. You groaned, trying to focus on the sound of your brother’s voice calling to you. You leaned over trying to grab at anything you could get your hands on but only succeeded in falling, slamming rather hard into the floor. If anything could wake you up from your dream, that was it. You groaned in discomfort, sitting up and realizing slowly that you were in a bedroom. You scanned the room in confusion. This can’t be real, you thought. It was a rather large room, and it seemed completely untouched by the world outside. A large painting hung over the fireplace, and the windows were decorated with fine curtains. Everything in this room was immaculate, and you found yourself shifting out of the sheets that fell with you on the floor needing to explore this a bit more because you weren’t quite sure you believed it was real. As you hoisted yourself up, you winced and held your side. You looked down and found in place of your large gash, a bandage. Odd. You decided to ignore that for now in place of finding your clothes. You were currently only in lounge shorts and a rather thin tank top. Comfy for sure, but not ideal for the harsh world you lived in. You held onto the side of the bed as you got up, walking around the room in awe. You let your fingers glide delicately across the mahogany furnishings throughout the room. It all felt so odd, this wasn’t the way things were supposed to be now. Even in your home the wood was rotting. You startled when you heard footsteps approaching the doors, panic setting in you managed to find a scalpel in a bin next to the bed. You reached for it and hid on the side of the door, waiting for whoever was coming. The door slid open, and as soon as you saw someone you tried to rush them. But they were much quicker than you, and overpowered you with no issue. They grabbed your wrist and twisted you to their front, and the force made you fall to the ground. You let out a yelp when you hit, pain radiating towards your now stitched wound. You held onto that side, and scrambled to get up.
“Well, well, well, seems you are getting better, sweetheart.”
You heard a deep laugh coming from behind you and the sound of boots thumping against the floor as they advanced on you. When you glanced up you gasped and felt all blood drain from your face. He must’ve noticed because his lips stretched into a very knowing smirk.
“Now now…none of that here, darling. There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m not a fucking monster.” He said that last part with that same smirk on his face which didn’t exactly ease your worries.
“I don’t make a habit of preying on the weak, especially beautiful women.” You scoffed at that. And he leaned down, extending his hand out to you. It was at this moment you really had time to take in his appearance, considering last night you were basically unconscious. He was a tall man, clad in a leather jacket and a red scarf. For this day and age he actually carried himself rather well. His salt and peppered beard was well kept, clothes crisp and cleaned. Being honest with yourself, he was rather handsome looking. But, it was a fleeting thought for you, he was after all a murderer. You gripped the scalpel in your hand tighter, not forgetting this is the same man who bashed one of his own into the ground with a bat named ‘Lucille’. Granted, that man was a lowlife son of a bitch who deserved it. But, still. This man was clearly capable of killing in the most brutal of ways. You launched forward and clumsily swung the scalpel around, just trying to aim for him. And he only laughed as he begin backing away and dodging your feeble attempts at an attack. Your next step was weak, and you found your body giving out as you stumbled forward, but he caught you in his arms and held you tight before you fell to the ground again. Your back was pressed against his leather clad chest, his strong arms holding you a little too tight for comfort. His gloved hand pulled the weapon from you tossing it aside and his breath ghosted over your ear.
“Now darling, if you want things to end with you in one piece I suggest you cut this shit, and listen.” You stiffened, clearly uncomfortable with the proximity, you could practically feel the hairs of his beard tickling your skin.
But when he noticed no sign of struggle from you he pushed you towards the bed, your body falling onto it. He paced the room, hands casually in his pockets, while he smiled to himself. He turned to you and spoke so suddenly and confidently. His smile widened and he placed his hand on his chest.
“I’m going to assume you were too fucked up last night to remember, so I’ll forgive you this once, doll. But, let me introduce myself again. I’m Negan.”
You gave him a skeptical look, and he walked forwards and leaned down a bit to be at your level.
“See, doll. This is where you tell me your name. I’m assuming your parents taught you better than this.” You stayed quiet, not wanting to give any information that you didn’t deem necessary.
He clicked his tongue at you in a mock way of disappointment. “I just saved your precious ass, brought you to our damn good doctor, had you stitched up and even gave you a nice bath to clean you up.” He laughed when he saw the disturbed look on your face at that last part.
“Don’t worry, doll. I’m a perfect gentleman, the doctor’s assistants helped with that.” You sighed in relief at that. You didn’t want to imagine being unconscious while some stranger put his hands all over you, and by the way he looked at you, you knew he’d probably enjoy that. And it seemed he picked up on your thoughts because he grinned at you in such a charmingly annoying manner.
“But, if you ever need a helping hand with that in the future. I’m your man. I’ll even be gentle.” You felt your face flush at his words, and he only seemed to be spurred on by that. A deep look of satisfaction coming over his dark eyes. He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your body. “Now, don’t you think I deserve a little cooperation here, darling? I kept my hands to myself and even managed to save your life. So, cut the fucking silent treatment and tell me who the fuck you are.”
You stared at him, and even though that smile was still on his face you felt your spine shiver in slight fear. His tone was a total different story, and you wondered how he managed to still smile amongst threatening someone. No matter how vague those threats were. You nodded softly.
He tilted his head back in consideration. Repeating your name a few times, letting it settle on his tongue. He stood up, and looked down at you. “That actually sounds right.”
Then he pointed at himself again, “Now who am I again, darling?” You gave him an odd look, but answered anyway. Sensing that this man probably had very little patience. “Negan.” You said.
He smirked. “That’s right, darlin’ and boy do I love the way it rolls off that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” You let out a quiet sigh of annoyance, not really wanting him to hear it for fear he’d harm you.
“Now don’t forget that, sweetheart.” And his face turned serious. “Because, that’s the name of the man you goddamn belong to now. All your shit in that house you were holed up in, that belongs to me. The knife you killed my men with? That belongs to fucking me. Which by the way was so not cool. Decent fighters are hard to come by now days, so I’d very much appreciate it if you kept your pretty little self from killing any of them again.”
He paused and looked down at you, waiting for a response. You only stared at him in disbelief. Who the hell did he think he was to waltz in here and decide you were his property. Like some random piece of garbage you find at garage sale.
You glared up at him, and in a defiant tone said “I don’t belong to anyone.” Which in hindsight was a mistake. He suddenly gripped your chin rather hard, making you wince as he pulled your face closer to his own. You could feel his hot breath brush against your cheek. You grabbed at his hand trying to pry it off you but he held you still.
“Listen, doll face. And listen very fucking well because I hate repeating myself. I own you. And for your own good, you better fucking start accepting that right now. Because I’d hate to leave a mark on that pretty face of yours.”
Your breathing quickened in fear. It could all be empty threats from him. After all, why save your life just to take it. Not to mention he said he doesn’t make a habit of hurting beautiful women, then again that could be simple flirting on his behalf. But, you weren’t going to test him. You meekly nodded. Hands trembling a bit as he looked you over. He gave you another one of his charming smiles, running his tongue across his bottom lip.
“Now that’s my good girl. So, tell me. Who owns you?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, and reluctantly spoke. Ignoring the raging anger building up inside you.
“You…” You opened your mouth, the words not wanting to come out. You exhaled and shakily said, “You own me.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. That’s right.” He smiled triumphantly down at you. Bringing his leather gloved hand to stroke your cheek. You stiffened at his touch, feeling very much like a play thing to a cat. He walked away from you and to the large windows across the room. You heard him bang on them, signaling to someone outside before coming back over to you.
“Docs gonna look after you for a bit. Until you can manage to get yourself up again, without falling the fuck over.”
You knew you probably shouldn’t have asked, but everything was coming at you so fast right now. And you weren’t completely comfortable with the direction.
“Why are you doing this?”
Negan turned to look at you, having stopped on his way towards the door. “We make it a habit of knowing every group, every person that walks around these parts. I don’t know how long you were at that piece of shit house, but you managed to evade my men long enough to hide some pretty serious stock there. Now, I could simply take it all as payment for having killed two of my men, and let you be on your merry fucking way, or I could take it all anyway and keep you as well and use you as I see fit. The way I fucking see it, you’re more useful right next to me.”
You only looked down, thinking over his words as he reached for the door handle. While his offer, or more like demand, didn’t seem too terrible you didn’t much care for him. He was an arrogant prick, who acted like the world revolved around him. And being honest, he frightened you just a bit. He was charming for certain, but he meant business. And you were sure getting on his bad side wasn’t something to be taken lightly. Especially after what you witnessed last night. And yet, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be here right now. You could’ve easily died from an infected wound, which in this day wasn’t hard to do. So you looked back at him and nodded. Having come to that agreement that you would help him gather whatever it is he seemed to need. Before he could leave you spoke, “thank you…” he hummed in response, looking over at you, sensing you had more to say.
“Thank you, for not just, ya know…leaving me there to die.”
He smirked, “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Don’t make me regret it.” He winked at you, and exited the room leaving you to your thoughts. You wanted to pretend all of this was ok, that despite his attitude and vague threats you’d be fine. But, you couldn’t help but listen to that nagging voice in the back of your head telling you otherwise, and to be careful.
Just then the door opened and you swung your head towards it, hearing a man call your name.
“Hi, y/n. I’m Dr. Carson. Or you can just call me Harlan.”
He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. It was quite possibly the first genuine smile you’ve been given since the beginning of all this.
“Thank you…Harlan. I’m assuming all this was you?” You gestured towards your sutures. Giving him a grateful smile. He nodded and walked over to you, grabbing a pair of gloves and removing some of the bandaging. “It looks like it’s healing up well, not quite yet to be removed but you’re a strong one.” He replaced the bandages and cleaned around the area a bit. Before removing his gloves and speaking.
“I know you’re probably eager to get out of here, must be quite a shock for you. Running into the saviors then finding yourself here.” He gave you an apologetic look, sighing before taking a seat in a chair nearby.
“And where exactly am I?…and who are the saviors.”
He brushed a hand through his hair and cleared his throat.
“Well, this would be Hilltop. It’s our colony, a couple of us built it a while back. It’s not much, but now days it counts for something. As far as the saviors go, well….all I can tell you is that they mean business. They’re Negan’s group. Who you pretty much just met. When all this first started there was a small group of men whose duty it was to kill the roamers. They protected us. Eventually, that group turned into the much larger group and called themselves the saviors. And they answer only to Negan.”
You lifted your eyebrows and titled your head a bit in affirmation. How could you forget that man? So he was their leader then? Fitting. He let off an aura of power, commanded attention just at the very mention of his name.
“So, you work for them?” He didn’t need to spell it out for you, judging by the look on his face after even mentioning the Saviors you knew the agreement they must have had wasn’t a fair one. Or a safe one. Not shocking.
The doctor nodded his head, leaning forward in the chair and clasping his hands together. “We do what we can here. Do as you’re told, you survive. I’m not saying it’s fair or right, but it’s just how it works now. Just…just be careful.” He got up, and poured a glass of water for you from a nearby pitcher. He brought it over to you with some pills.
“I’d hate to see you die after having just patched you up.” You let out a small laugh, grabbing the water and swallowing the pill. Assuming it was an antibiotic to stave off infection.
He nodded gesturing to the bathroom.
“Feel free to use the facilities at any time, I’d advise you against walking out of the room for now. You need rest, I’ll have Jesus bring in some food for you later. I wish I could say you’ll be here for a while, but I have a feeling Negan will be back for you.” His lips lifted in a small smile, but you could tell it wasn’t genuine. And you knew it had to be because of Negan. He felt sorry for you, as to why, well…your imagination could conjure up a few reasons. You heard the door close and you just lied back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Can you do a Jay Drabble when your a model and you have to do a photoshoot with him ? ☺️
I’m assuming you guys are already a couple for this one heh you guys are really into the whole model thing with Jay aren’t you hahaha here ya go :-)
“God today needs to end like, right now,” You groaned, thoroughly exhausted as your manager handed you a cup of coffee.
This was your third photoshoot for the day and the repeated procedure of travelling from one studio to another, having your butt glued to the chair while they removed and redid your makeup and hair and the constant need to change into outfits after outfits was taking a toll on you. Plus, the fact that you had to rush out of the house early in the morning instead of sleeping in with Jay when he just got back from a trip also made you feel a little moody despite him reassuring you lots of cuddle time tonight in an attempt to cheer you up for a tiring day ahead.
As the photographer came over to explain the concept of the photoshoot to you, you raised an eyebrow upon realising that it was a couple shoot. You always felt nervous when it came to couple shoots. Although your professionalism made up for most of it, there was always just something about the limited amount of time you could spend with your partner prior to the shoot that didn’t allow for much space to build up on chemistry.
“There’s someone else coming?” You asked.
“Yeah, he should be here soon…oh wait, there he is,” The photographer told you, then made his way over to the entrance of the room for a greeting.
It was then when you turned around to see your boyfriend walking towards you, looking at you with a victorious smirk on his face.
“Jay…? What are you doing here??”
“Work,” He said, casually taking a seat by the makeup table beside you and crossing his legs.
It took you a second of blinking at him before you realised what was going on and you couldn’t resist smacking his arm lightly, “Why didn’t you tell me! You made me all sad in the morning when you said you wouldn’t be home waiting for me to get back because of work…”
“Because I wanted to surprise you! Besides, how often do we get the chance to do a photoshoot together,” He chuckled. “And technically I was stating the truth because we’d be going home from work together so of course I wouldn’t be home.”
“Fine…” You said, faking a pout but all it took was for him to poke your cheek before a grin appeared on your face, the tiredness from earlier on completely gone.
The two of you fooled around for a bit with him just constantly showering you with compliments about your makeover which he knew would make you shy while most of the time you were just telling him how jealous you were of his flawless complexion that didn’t require much makeup. Man it just wasn’t fair…
Then, the time came for the both of you to get changed and as you stared into the mirror of the changing room, the excitement from earlier was slowly replaced by anxiousness as you wondered how Jay would react to your outfit – it was incredibly revealing, consisting of a dangerously low cut midriff top that revealed most of your cleavage while the jeans hugged your curves perfectly, emphasising your S line.
You walked into the studio where a shirtless Jay had already begun with the solo shots clad in just a pair of hipster jeans and you couldn’t help but marvel at how well built his body was. It didn’t take a lot for him to look good, the tattoos and his well defined abs doing most of the work to exude his charms.
“Okay let’s move on to the couple shots!” The photographer announced, signalling for you to join Jay.
“I caught you drooling,” He whispered as he very naturally wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I did not…!”
And just like that, the photoshoot started, the both of you striking very natural poses with Jay constantly teasing you as he murmured into your ears, occasionally eliciting a shy smile from you which made the shots turn out really well on camera.
“I didn’t know you’ve been working out though,” He said, shifting his eyes down as his hands positioned themselves on your faint abs.
“Well you don’t look that bad yourself,” You told him, a flirtatious look in your eyes.
He knew it was meant for the camera, but he couldn’t help but feel more aroused with the way you were placing your hands on him and how close the both of your bodies were.
“Nice!” The photographer commented as he clicked away, holding up a thumbs up as Jay pulled you closer to him.
The shoot continued with Jay whispering sweet nothings into your ear, at times making you want to strangle him when he blurted out something dirty. Your hands were roaming all over each other’s body, Jay sneakily slipping one of his into your back pocket and giving your butt a light squeeze which made you jump a little in a surprise and he chuckled in response, totally enjoying what he was doing to you while you glared at him. After all, you guys were surrounded by staff, some of them even taking their phones out to snap a shot because how often do they get to see Jay shirtless and (almost) groping a girl, right so of course you didn’t want to be captured in that state.
“You do know all these noonas are probably gonna crop me out of the photo and so that they can ogle at you, right?” You muttered into his ear.
“Why, you jealous?”
“How can I not be…”
Yeap, one flaw when it comes to working with Jay would be witnessing for yourself how the ladies were always all over him.
“Because…” He trailed off, then leaned in to give you a kiss which caused the staff to gasp and the camera to flash continuously, not wanting to miss the moment. “I’ll make it hard for them to crop you out.”
“Jay…! Not now…geez…” You hissed.
“Oh c’mon, you’re secretly enjoying it.”
And it was times like these you actually regretted being jealous cos man was he unstoppable…though you gotta admit you sorta liked it.