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Battered and Bruised Ch. 3 (Bucky x reader)

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter two because things are about to get intense for chapter three. I hope the cliff hangar was good enough. Just a reminder that I love you all and that you have a wonderful day. I posted a Masterlist last night and you can find all my other works on there :)

Chapter 1 2

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst.

“I love you F/N. I never thought I would be able to love somebody, but I love you. And I never want to lose you. Never.” 

“And I love you. I always have and always will.”

The Russian man threw the notebook down, smirking. From your chair in the corner, you could see the scowl on Bucky’s face, but his hands were shaking. He was trying to be brave, but he was terrified. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks and every breath hurt like hell. You had been screaming out for Bucky, trying to calm him down in anyway possible. The pain in your ribs was excruciating, and you began to choke on your sobs, your throat burning. 

“Soldier, welcome home.” The man’s accent was so thick you could barely understand what he was saying.

“I am not your soldier. And this- this is not my home, you fucking bastard.” Bucky thrashed against his restraints. A heated anger began to burn inside his chest. 

The agent just scoffed at him, then turned his full attention to you. 

“And I’m guessing your the American, scum agent that knocked out most of my men.” His back was to the light and his enormous shadow loomed over you, obscuring his features. “Hmm,” he tilted your head up towards him with his index finger, letting him see your flushed, tear-stained face, “but with your skills, you could be a wonderful soldier. for H.Y.D.R.A.” He chuckled lightly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Bucky growled, his chest heaving.

The unknown man circled you, like a vulture. He began to twist a curl of your hair, suddenly grabbing a fistful, yanking your head back. You cried in pain; hot tears were stinging your eyes. 

“Stop it! Get away from her!” Bucky was thrashing against the table, screaming, but it wasn’t moving one inch. You realized this table was specialized to keep him restrained. 

“Ah, so I found your weakness, зимний солдат.” The man had a wide grin on his face. “You love her, don’t you?” He released your hair and walked back to the table in the middle of the room. The pain from your head began to subside, but the waves of pain every time you breathed were still prominently there.

“I swear to God, if you lay another hand on her I will kill you.” The words were seething between Bucky’s clenched teeth. 

By the way this was going, you didn’t know if you were going to be leaving alive or in a body bag. Or worse, you would sticking around as another one of their super soldiers. 

“Bucky, look at me,” you croaked. Every word burned your throat and sent screams on pain through your body. He turned his head to you, eyebrows stitched together with hurt and worry. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.”

“F/N, don’t say it like this is goodbye. Don’t do this.” Tears were making streaks down Bucky’s beautiful face. You gave him the best smile you could despite the immense pain. You didn’t know what could happen next, you and him were completely helpless. They took all of your weapons, even the extendable blade that was embedded into your uniform. He had a better chance of making it out, he was a super soldier after all. Though, your luck was running thin. Your chances of getting out of there in one piece were slimmer than ever.

“Enough of this.” The man spoke clearly this time, his anger and annoyance was building in his voice. “Let’s get started now солдат. Shall we?” He motioned towards the leather notebook, the star matching the one that used the be on Bucky’s vibranium arm. The agent picked it up, his eyes boring holes into him. 

Taking his sweet time, he opened it, flipping through the pages. He was going to enjoy watching both of you suffer.

“Bucky. Baby. Stay strong. Fight it, I know you can. Focus on something. Focus on me or Steve or us.” Your words brought more tears to your eyes, it was breaking your heart. “I love you. It’s going to be alright.” 

As you were talking him down, Bucky listened to the sound of your voice and closed his eyes. 

“Catch me if you can!” You yelled, caught up in a fit of laughter. You were wearing a yellow sundress, weaving in and out of the trees. 

“I’m coming after you!” Bucky chuckled, a huge smile was plastered on his face. He finally caught up to you, hugging your waist from behind. You both were breathless, falling to the ground, laughing. 

He opened them. Worry was knitted on his face. He had to keep these memories. He had to hold onto them, and maybe, just maybe his mind wouldn’t succumb to the pain and brainwashing. 

“Тоска..” The agent bellowed, letting the word echo through the room. Bucky’s metal arm twitched. He had to fight this. He couldn’t leave you. You were the one person he had, the one person he loved. 

“Ржавый..” Something began to click in Bucky’s head. The world began to spin around him.

“Stop!” You were screaming as you saw the love of your life being ripped apart right in front of you. “Baby, no. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget us.” You were choking on air and tears, your vision blurry. 

The man wielding the notebook began to speak louder and faster, realizing that you could jeopardize the activation.

“Печь, рассвет, семнадцать.” Bucky was thrashing around, trying to stay grounded. It was becoming harder and harder with every second. He was going in and out of his own, controlled mind. He tried focusing on another memory.

He rolled over, seeing your beautiful body laying beside him. This was the first morning you ever woke up together. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you on the shoulder. A corner of your mouth curled up in reaction. 

“Good morning my love.” He spoke, breathing the words into your neck. 

“Good morning.” You groaned, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

He smiled. “God, I love you so much F/N L/N.”

Thinking about you brought him back a little, making it easier to think clearly.

“Доброкачественный, девять, возвращение на родину.” The man was grinning from ear to ear as he saw you struggling against your restraints. 

You couldn’t run to him, bring him back down from this. Your croaked whispers were being drowned out by the echoing voice of the man who was torturing Bucky, right in front of you. 

“Один.” The room was booming with noise. Bucky’s screams gave you a sinking feeling and you felt yourself falling apart. 

He couldn’t fight it any longer. He kept recalling memories of you, repeating his name and your name in his head, hoping he wouldn’t forget it. Searing pain crept up to the front of his head, making his vision go blurry. Tears were streaming down his face, he was covered in sweat. 

He looked at you one last time, “F/N, forgive me.”

“грузовой вагон.” The agent stood still, waiting for a reaction from Bucky. His head was drooped forward, the long black strands covering his facial features. 

“Солдат?” He was eager for a response. 

Bucky’s head slowly drew up. “Готов выполнить.” 

The agent began to laugh hysterically. “Impressive, no?” He looked at you, the life drained out of you. 

“Солдат, kill her.” He smirked down at you, watching you as you remained stoic. The only thing that he could see were the silent tears rolling down your cheeks. He unlocked Bucky’s restraints and he immediantly got up, walking briskly towards you. 

“Bucky, I know you’re in there somewhere. I want you to know that I love you.” Your voice was scratchy and whispered. 

“Who the hell is that?” He asked you, pure evil was the only thing found in his once loving, blue eyes. Before you could say anything his metal fist came into contact with your jaw. An instant spike of pain emerged, you could taste blood in your mouth. 

“I don’t blame you for this. This isn’t you.” You whimpered, the pain in your jaw made it incredibly painful to speak. Were you afraid of him? No. What you were afraid that the real Bucky, your Bucky, would never come back. 

One, two, three punches landed in your other ribcage, gut, and face. 

You were spitting out blood. “It’s okay baby. I’m not afraid. I’ll always love you.” Your vision became spotty as pain coursed through every inch and every nerve of your body. 

“Shut up!” The Winter Soldier was all that was left standing in front of you. He began to deliver a series of punches all over you body, making your head spin. You didn’t scream or yell. You took it, every single punch. 

Blood was streaming down you face, arms, and it began to seep through your clothes on your stomach. You couldn’t focus on anything as your body became numb. He kept punching you, but you could no longer feel it. 

A blanket of white overtook your vision as you whispered, “I love you Bucky,” one last time before you collapsed in your chair, your world fading to black. 

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Can you draw b5 bendy?


while thats cute and sweet Boris,you better catch him before he falls on his face- Boris! BORIS!!

(X3 yay cute stuff! i guess!.. well, Bendy reminds me of myself right now XD. i guess this is the last post before i go to sleep! ill get any other requests and the comic sketch done tomorrow! Have a good day/night!!!)

ouma is already a problem, but I’ll never get over little kiibo;; hang in there saihara! 

The “my little random moments of pleasure” series - The one with the bunny - SN:12x11

some post-reveal adrienette because they would be sickeningly cute

a happy birthday gift to @reyxa !!!!!!! HOPE YOUR DAY IS AMAZING REY I LOVE U

(i originally really wanted to draw a comic of a scene from one of your fics but unfortunately time was not on my side ;w; )


i’m not celebrating any specific follow goal or anything this is more of a thank you post to all my mutuals and non-mutuals alike ~ these last few months have been crazy to say the least lol with me becoming much more multifandom (and basically mainly mx now) and though there were a few low points with people being very judgemental about this change. but along the way, i’ve met so many new mutuals in the monsta x fandom and it’s been so great to be able to love another group just as much as i love bts. i hope that you guys have a good day/evening/night and let’s get on with this follow forever! (also the effects are cool af i learned how to do that last night lolololol)

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Drabble game #3

We were so sorry for not posting anything lastly, so we wanted to make up for it with a drabble game! Request away for all the groups that we write about. You can request as much as you want, but we won’t do everything!

100 ways to say “I love you”

  1. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”
  2. “It reminded me of you.”
  3. “No, no, it’s my treat.”
  4. “Come here. Let me fix it.”
  5. “I’ll walk you home.”
  6. “Have a good day at work.”
  7. “I dreamt about you last night.”
  8. “Take my seat.”
  9. “I saved a piece for you.”
  10. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
  11. “You can have half.”
  12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
  13. “Sorry I’m late.”
  14. “Can I have this dance?”
  15. “I made your favorite.”
  16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
  17. “Watch your step.”
  18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
  19. “Can I hold your hand?”
  20. “You can borrow mine.”
  21. “You might like this.”
  22. “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
  23. “I’ll wait.”
  24. “Just because.”
  25. “Look both ways.”
  26. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
  27. “Try some.”
  28. “Drive safely.”
  29. “Well, what do you want to do?”
  30. “One more chapter.”
  31. “Don’t worry about me.”
  32. “It looks good on you.”
  33. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
  34. “That’s okay, I bought two.”
  35. “After you.”
  36. “We’ll figure it out.”
  37. “Can I kiss you?”
  38. “I like your laugh.”
  39. “Don’t cry.”
  40. “I made this for you.”
  41. “Go back to sleep.”
  42. “Is this okay?”
  43. “I picked these for you.”
  44. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
  45. “What do you want to watch?”
  46. “You can go first.”
  47. “Did you get my letter?”
  48. “I’ll do it for you.”
  49. “Call me when you get home.”
  50. “I think you’re beautiful.”
  51. “Are you sure?”
  52. “Have fun.”
  53. “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
  54. “I made reservations.”
  55. “I don’t mind.”
  56. “It brings out your eyes.”
  57. “There is enough room for both of us.”
  58. “You don’t have to say anything.”
  59. “Wow.”
  60. “Happy birthday.”
  61. “I’ll pick you up after work.”
  62. “It can wait until tomorrow.”
  63. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
  64. “It’s two sugars, right?”
  65. “I’ll help you study.”
  66. “Stay over.”
  67. “I did the dishes.”
  68. “You didn’t have to ask.”
  69. “I bought you a ticket.”
  70. “You’re warm.”
  71. “No reason.”
  72. “I’ll meet you halfway.”
  73. “Take mine.”
  74. “We can share.”
  75. “I was just thinking about you.”
  76. “I want you to have this.”
  77. “Call me if you need anything.”
  78. “Do you want to come too?”
  79. “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
  80. “Is your seatbelt on?”
  81. “Sweet dreams.”
  82. “I was in the neighborhood.”
  83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
  84. “They key is under the mat.”
  85. “It doesn’t bother me.”
  86. “You’re important too.”
  87. “I saved you a seat.”
  88. “I’ll see you later.”
  89. “I noticed.”
  90. “You can tell me anything.”
  91. “I hope you like it.”
  92. “I want you to be happy.”
  93. “I believe in you.”
  94. “You can do it.”
  95. “Good luck.”
  96. “I bought you an umbrella.”
  97. “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
  98. “Take a deep breath.”
  99. “Be careful.
  100. “I love you.”
The Christmas We Never Had [Part 2/13]

I’m collaborating with @jinglesoldier this December to bring you a slightly interconnected daily drabble series from each of us. Taylen will be posting on the odd days and I’ll be posting on the even days of the month until Christmas day, so we hope you’ll enjoy this little present!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 942

>> Read Part 1 | Read Yesterday’s Post <<

Leaving you to unpack, Steve went downstairs to call Bucky for an update on the perimeter check. You heard Steve’s voice fading as he descended down the stairs and returned your focus to your luggage. As you hung up the last of your clothing, you stepped back to take a good look at the room. You’ve had your fair share of boyfriends and you’ve spent nights over at their place before, meaning you’ve left a few articles of clothing and daily necessities there, but you’ve never actually shared a room with a man before. But here you are - sharing. Half of everything in the room belonged to Steve. Half of the closet, half of the bathroom, and most importantly, half of the bed. You turned around to eye the bed suspiciously, almost as if it would somehow eat you alive.

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❄December 3rd❄

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope your December is going well so far and you’re all good! I had lots of ideas for little Christmas imagines / scenarios / mood boards so I have decided to make my ideas into a kind of advent calender for all of you! I won’t be posting every day but rather every second or third day, so stay tuned if you like this series! In my imagines the reader and Jungkook live together and it’s kind of up to you to decide whether bts exists or if Jungkook is just a normal young man. Okay I’ll stop rambling now, thanks for reading and again I hope you have a good day! ❄ 

Words: ~1 860

Genre: fluff and lots of fluff


The first thing I realized when my eyes fluttered open was the brightness. We’d forgotten to close the curtains last night. I smiled at the memory of being so lost in each other, in each others body, we’d forgotten about such a simple thing. Then I realized the tiny snowflakes that were swirled around by the wind outside the window. Beneath the blankets it was warm and soft. Jungkook’s arm was draped around me lazily, his legs tangled with mine. My skin felt tingly where he touched me, which was basically everywhere, due to the fact that I was only wearing panties. I could feel his steady breathing against my neck. For a few moments I lay there in complete silence, closing my eyes for another few seconds and taking in the moment. Jungkook’s smell lingered on the sheets and in my nose, making me feel at home and more even, in love.

Then I slowly started debating whether I would be able to leave the bed without waking Jungkook up. The fact that he was clinging to me like a baby koala was not helping at all. Usually, he was a tight sleeper though, so I decided to try my luck. Carefully, moving inch by inch, I took his hand from where it lay on my belly and placed it against his own body. Then I untangled my legs from his and a minute later I stood next to the bed, shivering at the sudden cold. Yawning, I tip-toed over to the wardrobe, looking through it for something warm I could wear. As expected, my eyes wandered from my clothes to Kookie’s, grabbing a shirt that was almost too big for Jungkook himself, which made it into a dress for me. Then I put on my fluffy knee socks and slowly made my way out the room. Something on my skin caught my eye when I passed the big mirror on the wall. After all this time something as simple as hickeys could still make me blush to myself. I silently thanked god I wouldn’t have to leave the house that day as my fingers gently brushed over the red and purple marks on my neck. A red spot that was nearly fully covered by my shirt, close to my boob, let me know that Jungkook had been sure to hide more marks beneath my, or his, shirt.

My steps lead me through the house that was covered in Christmas decoration. Yes, even though it was only the beginning of December. Jungkook had insisted on helping me, and now even the highest places in the house were covered in fairy lights and other mainly red and green decorations. Downstairs I was greeted by a little, excited bundle of fur jumping around my legs, thankfully not barking. Our newest family member was only a couple months old, but had easily adapted to the home and never left mine or Jungkook’s side.

“Are you hungry, buddy?” I asked. “Do you want your breakfast?”

At the word ‘breakfast’, the puppy began jumping even more, making me chuckle to myself. He was still struggling with a few tricks we were trying to teach him, but when it came to eating he knew exactly what was going on and how he had to act. His little tail wiggled excitedly when he heard the rustling of the bag that held his food.

“Sit,” I demanded. Instantly he plopped backwards, his ears wiggling. “Good boy.”

Because we had only owned him for a short time I still drooled inwardly over his cuteness. Every time someone spoke to him, his little head would tilt to the side, his ears moving in interest. But the second his breakfast was served, he jumped to his paws and paid no more attention to me. Chuckling, I made my way into the kitchen and prepared some hot water for a cup of tea. When it was finished I strolled into the living room, sitting down on the sofa in our conservatory, wrapping myself up in a fluffy white blanket. Seconds later the puppy came wiggling into the room, obviously looking for me. Around me the glass allowed me to watch the countless snowflakes fly through the air. The snow had gotten heavier, covering the ground without leaving a single spot green, letting us know winter was finally coming. The little dog cuddled up to my side, but he lifted his head when he made out a voice behind us.

“You left me all alone in bed,” Jungkook’s raspy morning voice complained. I grinned when I saw his messy hair and tired eyes, my eyes then wandering over his bare chest, my chuckle getting stuck in my throat. Hickeys also covered his skin, all the way down to the waistline of the black sweatpants he had thrown on. As a sign of appeasement I opened my arms, waiting for him to sneak under the blanket next to me. He welcomed it, and I shivered when I felt how cold his skin was when he snaked his arm around my shoulder. While I offered him a sip of tea he stroked over the puppies’ head, making the little animal close its eyes in content.

“I like my shirt on you,” he announced, nudging his nose into my neck, taking in my scent.

“You tell me that every time I wear it,” I replied, smiling. He yawned tiredly before he had the chance to reply.

“Because it’s true,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and my heart fluttered at his loving gesture. The moment couldn’t have felt more perfect, I thought to myself. Jungkook’s skin was slowly becoming warmer, making me enjoy his closeness, the both of us sitting quietly. There was something about snow that made it seem like time slowed down, like there was a layer of calmness over the world. There was nothing else I could fix on when there were snowflakes falling from the gray sky, dunking the world into a white, sparkling beauty.

“Let’s do something Christmas-y today,” I said dreamily, completely in awe of the snow.

“And what would that be?” Jungkook asked, smiling at me. I could see that his eyelids were still heavy, making him look adorable and sleepy. “Ooh wait! Let’s bake cookies! Pleeease!”

He dragged out the 'e’ like a little child begging their mother for something, and even though I hadn’t planned on baking cookies so early in December, the way he blinked at me gave me no choice.

“Alright, let’s do it,” I agreed, hugging him tightly. We sat together the whole morning, just cuddling and enjoying the moments. Later I got up, feeling ready to fully start the day.

“Let me get you a shirt and something warmer for me to wear, then we’ll start baking,” I announced, making my way to the stairs that lead to the bedroom.

“Don’t you like me shirtless?”, Jungkook shouted jokingly, but I was already on my way, laughing to myself. My amusement grew even bigger when I came back downstairs, hearing my boyfriend talking to our dog.

“Did you hear? We’re gonna bake cookies today!” he told the fluffy puppy, his voice high in excitement, as if he was talking to a little child. “You can’t have any, though, I’m sorry.”

“We can look up a dog-cookie recipe on the internet, if you want,” I interrupted him, grinning.

“Did you hear that?!” he half-shouted to the puppy, making it jump around in excitement, even though it had no idea of what was going on.

Ten minutes later we had laid out so many ingredients in the kitchen, nearly every surface that could be covered was full of them. Truth is, Jungkook wasn’t exactly a good cook. In reality, he had made the fire alarm go off around 4 times, scaring the hell out of me every single time. But that didn’t stop him from trying again and again, so there he was, throwing ingredients into a gigantic bowl. After the 5th time of me correcting something he was doing, not only did I feel bad, but he didn’t feel like participating anymore either. At first he just stood next to me, watching me make and then knead the dough, but after a while he got bored and left the kitchen. I was too lost in cooking to take a lot of notice of him leaving. Slow Christmas music was playing in the background, candles were lit on the windowsill and the whole kitchen smelled of cookies and cinnamon. I hummed to myself quietly, when suddenly I heard a small bark.

“Come back! You’re missing your hat!” Jungkook’s voice reached my ear. Seconds later our puppy came hopping into the kitchen, Jungkook following him shortly after. Before I could ask, he grabbed the dog and forced a weird-looking hat onto his head, holes in it for the little ears. A pair of antlers sat on his head, along with a red nose. He was wearing a brown, fluffy dog-jacket with a little reindeer tail at the back. He looked ridiculous.

“Stop laughing!” Jungkook complained, but cracked up too when I stared at him and laughed even more. “Isn’t he adorable?”

He pet the energetic dog that was currently trying to wiggle his way out of the costume, clearly finding no liking in it. Jungkook couldn’t seem to calm the puppy down, having to free him of the costume eventually. Meanwhile I took a look at the cookies that were in the oven, emitting a delicious smell.

“I think they’re finished,” I mumbled, but when I turned my head, my boyfriend was gone again. I shrugged it off and went back to taking the plate out of the oven, carefully not to burn myself.

“Baby! Come here for a second?” Jungkook suddenly shouted.

“Hold on a sec!” I replied. Wiping my hands on my apron, I walked through the hall and into the living room, where Kookie stood in the middle of it. The fairy lights that hung on the ceiling made the brown of his fluffy hair shine, his eyes sparkling and his smile cheeky.

“Come here,” he demanded. I came closer, he kept waving until I stood directly in front of him, a puzzled expression on my face. When I didn’t know what to do, he smiled even bigger and looked upward to the fairy lights. Following his eyes, my gaze fell onto the mistletoe that hung above our heads.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled, chuckling and holding my hands in front of my face. I couldn’t believe the way he stared at me with so much pride, chuckling when I shook my head in amazement. He didn’t mind my reaction though, he simply pulled my hands away and put them on his own shoulders, then taking my face in his hands. While my chuckle slowly calmed down he closed his eyes, bringing his lips to mine. I relaxed instantly, my eyelids falling close and my hands tangling in his hair when I tasted his familiar, soft lips. How could one not love this boy?


Sam’s SXSW Diary  |  Day 3

Today was my last day at SXSW, and I can’t believe it’s over! I had such a great time meeting and hanging out with so many different people. I just cannot get over how much fun I’ve had. Every night, the Vans crew would come back to the house and start editing photos from the day. I would sit outside on the porch and write my diary entries, reflecting on my adventures around SXSW. It’s been so nice to document like this, because I usually just post photos and don’t post words. It’s been so fun interacting with the Vans Girls readers on the daily!

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100 ways to say i love you (mobile)

(info post) // credits for the list // tag

001 // heir!jimin; “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”  

002 // taehyung; “It reminded me of you.”

003 // ceo!yoongi; “No, no, it’s my treat.”

004 // businessman!seokjin // sa2ms;
“Come here.  Let me fix it.”

005 // vampire!yoongi // magneticgirl-aroundtheworld;
“I’ll walk you home.”

006 // college!jungkook; “Have a good day at work.”

007 // jimin; “I dreamt about you last night.”

008 // college!jungkook; “Take my seat.”

009 // taehyung // bangtansugakookie;
“I saved a piece for you.”

010 // college!jungkook; “I’m sorry for your loss.”

011 // hybrid!yoongi; “You can have half.”

012 // bestfriend!jungkook // carla-af;
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

013 // taehyung; “Sorry I’m late.”

014 // hoseok // statetheobvious04;
“Can I have this dance?”

015 // ceo!seokjin // lacingpromises;
“I made your favourite.”

016 // idol!yoongi; “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

017 // vampire!yoongi // letmebeyoursugadaddy;
“Watch your step.”

018 // taehyung; “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”

019 // vampire!yoongi; “Can I hold your hand?”

020 // college!yoongi; “You can borrow mine.”

021 // smalltown!yoongi; “You might like this.”

022 // headchef!seokjin; “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

023 //!yoongi; “I’ll wait.”

024 // barista!seokjin // kristindearest; “Just because.”

025 // ceo!jimin; “Look both ways.”

026 // heir!jimin; “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

027 // prince!jimin; “Try some.”

028 // prince!taehyung; “Drive safely.”

029 // namjoon; “Well, what do you want to do?”

030 // jungkook // jeons-jalebi; “One more chapter.”

031 // hoseok; “Don’t worry about me.”

032 // jimin; “It looks good on you.”

033 // rich kid!jungkook // jiminniejuseyo;
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

034 // barista!yoongi; “That’s okay, I bought two.”

035 // doctor!seokjin; “After you.”

036 // timetraveller!jungkook // versigny; “We’ll figure it out.”

037 // gang!yoongi; “Can I kiss you?”

038 // detective!taehyung; “I like your laugh.”

039 // gang!yoongi; “Don’t cry.”

040 // penpal!hoseok; “I made this for you.”

041 // prince!hoseok; “Go back to sleep.”

042 // businessman!namjoon; “Is this okay?”

043 // child!yoongi; “I picked these for you.”

044 // dad!taehyung; “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

045 // mafia!taehyung; “What do you want to watch?”

046 //!yoongi; “You can go first.”

047 // college!yoongi; “Did you get my letter?”

048 // brother!seokjin // chimandjams; “I’ll do it for you.”

049 // seatmate!hoseok; “Call me when you get home.”

050 // professor!yoongi; “I think you’re beautiful.”

051 // childhood-bestfriend!hoseok // chimandjams;
“Are you sure?”

052 // demon!yoongi; “Have fun.”

053 // artist!jungkook; “Sit down, I’ll get it.”

054 // teacher!taehyung; “I made reservations.”

055 // jimin; “I don’t mind.”

056 // yoongi // krazykpoplover; “It brings out your eyes.”

057 // college!x (undecided);
“There is enough room for both of us.”

058 // ceo!hoseok; “You don’t have to say anything.”

059 // gangster!hoseok; “Wow.”

060 // spy!jimin; “Happy birthday.”

061 // runaway!jungkook // minnie-chuu;
“I’ll pick it up after work.”

062 // chem.tutor!hoseok // neighbor-anon;
“It can wait until tomorrow.”

063 // gangster!jimin; “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

064 // military!hoseok; “It’s two sugars, right?”

065 // dragon!yoongi // yu-tensol;
“I’ll help you study.”

066 // vampire!yoongi // ideal-scenario; “Stay over.”

067 // dad!hoseok; “I did the dishes.”

068 // professor!hoseok; “You didn’t have to ask.”

069 // dad!namjoon; “I bought you a ticket.”

070 // vmin!polyamorous; “You’re warm.”

071 // olderbrother!taehyung; “No reason.”

072 // college!namjoon; “I’ll meet you halfway.”

073 // wolf!yoongi; “Take mine.”

074 // co-worker&secret admirer!jimin; “We can share.”

075 // husband!taehyung; “I was just thinking about you.”

076 // long-distance!taehyung; “I want you to have this.”

077 //!yoongi; “Call me if you need anything.”

078 // barista!yoongi; “Do you want to come too?”

079 // youngerbrother!jimin; “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

080 // vampire!namjoon; “Is your seatbelt on?”

081 // royal!seokjin; “Sweet dreams.”

082 // blind!jungkook; “I was in the neighbourhood.”

083 // hybrid!hoseok; “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

084 // shy jimin; “The key is under the mat.”

085 // aristocratic!taehyung; “It doesn’t bother me.”

086 // husband!namjoon; “You’re important too.”

087 // rugbyplayer!namjoon; “I saved you a seat.”

088 // hybrid!jungkook; “I’ll see you later.”

089 // badboy!jungkook; “I noticed.”

090 // elevator!jungkook; “You can tell me anything.”

091 // pickup.line!yoongi; “I hope you like it.”

092 // kingsman!jungkook; “I want you to be happy.”

093 // basketballer!taehyung; “I believe in you.”

094 // dancer!jimin; “You can do it.”

095 // god!seokjin; “Good luck.”

096 // college!seokjin // this-alien-chick;
“I brought you an umbrella.”

097 // gangster!seokjin; “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

098 // gamer!jungkook; “Take a deep breath.”

099 // basketballer!taehyung; “Be careful.”

100 // yoongi // an-exotic-writer; “I love you.”


I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 15

Summary: You finally make it back to the Sanctuary and everything seems like a regular night, until you have to go back out.

Note: I’m sorry it’s been a couple days since I last posted and I apologize if this part isn’t too good.
Writer’s block is my enemy right now.

Warning: Fucking cursing. Beginning of more smut and VIOLENCE.


“I’m going to kill you. And you know what? You totally deserve it.” - Kelly Thompson


You walked back to the truck with Negan. Daryl was walking slowly behind the both of you, keeping his distance.

You heard the roar of an engine and you turned to see Dwight pulling up to Daryl on his motorcycle.
You slowed down the pace of your walk, falling behind Negan’s fast stride, being curious of what Dwight was doing.

“You can have it back.. All you have to do is say the word.” Dwight said staring at Daryl with a serious look on his face.

Daryl said nothing to him, he looked at the bike that Dwight was on - the bike that belonged to Daryl - then he dropped his head down.

Dwight shook his head, “Suit yourself then.”

Dwight looked over to see you looking at the both of them, “(Y/N), I’m heading back. Put him in the truck,” he said motioning to Daryl “And make sure he stays put. Can you handle that?”

You looked to Daryl, who was now glancing in your direction, “Yeah, I’ve got it, Dwight.”

“Thanks.” He said in a dull tone and revved the bike engine a couple times before he took off.

“Well, c'mon.” You said to Daryl in a sympathetic tone.
You were trying your best to be stern towards him, but it was still a hard thing to do no matter how tough you acted and something you’d have to get used to doing.
You headed back to the truck with Daryl following behind you.
Negan was leaning on the side of it eyeing you as you walked up to get in.

“What took you so damn long?” He asked, looking from Daryl to you.

“Dwight took the bike. He asked me to make sure Daryl got in.” You said, as you set your bag down into the cab of the truck.

“Well, I’ve got it fuckin’ covered from here darlin’.” He said, leaning back up as he pointed to Daryl, “You. Get the fuck in the back, we’re moving out.”

Daryl moved without a word to the back of the truck and crawled in amongst the crowded storage unit of the truck where all the supplies that had been grabbed from Alexandria were now stashed.
You crawled into the front and he got into the driver’s side.

The truck led the small convoy you were with to the end of the highway that led to Alexandria and came to a stop.
You looked over at Negan wondering why all the vehicles were stopping in the middle of the road.

Negan looked over to you and smiled, “Are you ready to see something fuckin’ cool babydoll?” He said excitedly.

You raised an eyebrow, “Uh, sure?”

You both got out of the truck and walked to the one parked beside you as Simon, Arat and some of the others were pulling the mattresses out of the back and throwing them into the road.

“Negan, why are they throwing the mattresses out?” you asked in confusion.

Negan put Lucille on his shoulder and pulled a lighter out of his pocket, “It’s part of this ongoing fuckin’ attitude adjustment, darlin’.”

You understood once you saw the lighter in his hand.
Once all the mattresses were piled in the road you all gathered around it.

“We had a good fuckin’ day today, gentlemen.. and ladies.” Negan said, slightly bowing to you and Arat.
You smiled back at him, with a bit of a blush.
Arat stood there stone-faced, she didnt care how she was addressed could tell she was a ‘take no bullshit’ type of woman.

“Now, these fucks are gonna learn to listen to us, because it’s a new world with new goddamn rules. We are the Saviors. And we are in charge of this fuckin’ shit, no goddamn exceptions.” He said leaning back, “So, let’s leave Rick and his little friends a fuckin’ message, shall we?” He said, looking around the crowd with a big smile.

You could hear “yes” throughout the group, everyone was smiling and egging Negan on.
He struck the lighter with his thumb and bent down to put the flame near one of the mattresses and it slowly caught on fire, the flames began to spread across the beds. The Saviors began laughing and praising the burning beds that belonged to the group.
you stood there and watched them burn slowly.
You didn’t feel bad about it, but you didn’t feel great about it either.
But with Michonne threatening you both, whatever guilt you had felt over it was fading fast.

The mattresses were left there to smolder on the highway, the smoke billowing up into the sky as you and the rest of the crew made your way back to the sanctuary.
You had a lot of things running through your mind and mainly about what Arat had told you; that Randy was still out there and he might have a group of men behind him.
It made you wonder if he had plans to come back with his own group and try to attack the sanctuary.
It wracked your nerves to even think about it.
There was silence for a while, until Negan glanced over at you, studying the look on your face.

“Darlin’, you don’t tend to stay this fuckin’ quiet this long. What’s the problem?” He said matter-of-factly.

You looked over to him and you knew he could see the concerned look on your face as you were lost in thought.
Negan was good in that way, there really wasn’t anything you could ever get past him, he had the talent of being able to read you like a book since the moment you met him.

“I was thinking. Arat told me that you still had them looking for Randy and that before he came to the sanctuary, that he had a group of his own.” You said, as you stared out the window of the truck.

Negan shifted in his seat, averting his gaze back to the road, “Yeah, he was passing through with a fuckin’ group of men a couple months back. So, we took half their shit of course and they didn’t put up much of a fight. That’s when Randy fuckin’ joined us. He said he’d rather be on a winning fuckin’ team.” Negan said, biting his lip angrily.

“Well, I’ll ask you like I asked her; do you think he’d try to meet up with his old group and try to attack us?” You said bluntly.

Negan smirked and looked back over to you, “Darlin’, is that what the fuck you’re over there looking like a damn deer in headlights about? That little fuckin’ prick?”

“Yes. I just.. I just don’t want anything to happen.” You said slowly.

Negan said nothing else to you as the truck pulled up to the gates of the sanctuary.

People quickly ran to open the gates as the saw it was Negan, all the while killing stray walkers that were coming up out of the woods.
Negan pulled into the yard and turned off the engine.
You huffed in a low tone at him not answering you and grabbed your bag, trying to make a quick exit and Negan grabbed you by the arm.
You looked back to him with furrowed brows to see him giving you a stern expression.

“Look, we’ll fuckin’ talk about this later, okay? Don’t start getting all pissy. Just get your shit put up and get some fuckin’ food. You look like you need it.” He said in his deep tone, before letting your arm go.

You opened the door and hopped out of the cab, it wasn’t until he said that, that you realized it had been a couple days since you last ate and now you recognized how hungry you really were.
He hopped out of the other side and walked over to gather with the Saviors to give them more orders on where to put the stuff they had gotten.
you walked off towards the main building and got stares from people here and there, everyone looked scared of you after what happened to Amber.
Even more so now to see that you had a gun on you.

You made your way up to your own room. When you got in, you set your bag down onto the desk that was near the door and pulled off your shoulder holster and set in down on the desk as well.
You walked over to the cot to take a seat.
You were hungry, but you didn’t feel much like going back down at the moment, you were pretty tired after what had happened today and just needed to rest your eyes for a moment, so you laid back and closed your eyes.
It took about five minutes before you fell completely asleep.
You were walking down a dark, narrow corridor, you could hear screams of people and the groans of walkers.
You started walking faster as you could hear something behind you, you turned your head back quickly, but all you could see was darkness.
You picked up the pace even more, trying to flee, but you weren’t quick enough as you were pushed into a dimly lit room.
Your eyes adjusted as you could see you were surrounded by a group of men, you desperatley tried to crawl away from them.
You looked up to see Randy standing in front of you.

He gave a wicked toothy grin to you, “Nice to see you again, (Y/N).”

You gritted your teeth as you tried to stand, but some of the other men quickly grabbed you by the arms and held you tightly. Randy prowled up to you slowly, grabbing you by the face.

“I told you we were gonna take this fucking place over, didn’t I?” He growled in a deep voice.

“Fuck you.” You spat back at him.

The men in the group all chuckled.

Randy tightened his grip on your face, “Chain her ass up.”

You looked around frantically as the men drug you off into another room, trying to fight your way out of their grip.
They slung you against a wall as one of them held you as the other chained your arms to the

“You son of a bitch” You growled out to Randy as he was walking up to you.

He gave you another chuckle, “It’s only fair. This place is mine now.” He whispered into your ear, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You grunted and started kicking at him, landing a couple blows to his shins. He gave you a menacing look and punched you into the face. But you didn’t care about the pain.

“Where’s Negan?” You growled to him.

Randy smiled again, “You don’t have to worry. He’s fucking gone.”

“Where?!” You bellowed as a wild look spread across your face.

Randy chuckled, “Calm down, honey.” As he held out and arm.

You narrowed your eyes with a smile, “He’ll fucking kill you.”

Randy laughed, “I doubt that.”

He brought a hand from behind his back. He was holding a bloody Lucille.

“Like I said. Gone.” Randy said, gripping her tight.

You screamed out to him and violently pulled at the chains holding you up, trying your best to fight your way out of them to get your hands around his throat.

He shook his head, “Don’t worry, you’ll see him soon.” He said in a calm tone as he brought Lucille back.

All you could see was her bloody end coming straight for your face and then there was darkness again.
You shot up with a yelp, you could feel the sweat running down your brow as you looked around in the darkened room.
It was a nightmare.
You were still looking around frantically, your heart was beating fast in your chest.
You hadn’t been this scared in a very long time, especially over a nightmare.

“Goddamnit.” You said in a labored breathe, brushing your hair out of your face.

You sat there to compose yourself and let your adrenaline settle.
After a moment, you took in a deep breathe to clear your head and stood up.
It was dark in the room, the sun had already set.

You decided to head out of the room and go downstairs to finally get some food.
you made your way down to the cafeteria to see a good bit of people still in there, so you couldn’t have been asleep for too long.
When you arrived to the kitchen, Brian was handing out some food to some people who were standing in line and when he saw you he waved you up to the front.
You walked over to him, cutting the line of people and they said nothing of course.
Brian handed you a plate with some meat on it.

“It’s deer.” He said as he saw you eyeing it.

You smirked, it was the deer that Michonne had killed.

You took a bite out of it, and it was surprisingly good or either it was just the fact that you were extremely hungry.

“Negan said to make sure you eat. And he’s looking for you, by the way.” Brian said, handing out what was left of the food to the others.

“Where’s he at?” He asked, putting some more of the food into your mouth, hungrily.

“The rec room with Dwight and Simon.” He answered back.

You nodded and thanked him for the food as you finished it, before making your way out of the cafeteria.

You walked down the long corridor until you reached the familiar room.
The room was empty of people aside from Negan who was leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on a table with a liquor bottle in his hand as he watched Simon and Dwight go through some of the guns that they had taken today.

You knocked hard on the door frame to let them know you were there.
Simon and Dwight glanced up at you then back down to the guns.
Negan craned his neck around to see you standing in the doorway.

“Where the fuck were you, darlin’?” He asked, taking a drink of the alcohol.

You walked over towards the table where they were all sitting, “I went to put my stuff up and I fell asleep.” You said, remembering the nightmare you had.

You closed you eyes for a minute and tried to shake it off as you pulled up a chair and sat down at the table, looking over all the pistols that were laying out. Negan eyed you a little bit as you still seemed to be a little nervous over it, then shook his head.

“Well, remind me not to ever fuckin’ put you on goddamn guard duty.” He chuckled.

You smirked and looked over to him, “Why did you wanna see me?”

He looked at you rising an eyebrow “Well fuck, darlin’. Maybe I just wanted you around.”

Dwight and Simon looked up at you and Negan.

“Do you want us to go, boss?” Simon asked.

Negan looked back over to him setting the bottled down, “Fuck no. You need to get those fuckin’ guns in the inventory and put the fuck up. I want it don’t by tonight.”

“Gotcha.” Simon said, going back to the notebook he had been writing down information on.

Negan stood up and grabbed Lucille and the liquor bottle from the table,
“C'mon, darlin’.” He said to you in a deep tone as he began to walk out of the room.

You didn’t follow him right away.
You just stood there looking at him.

He turned around to look back towards you, “Don’t make me fuckin’ ask twice, babydoll.” He said, licking his lips.

He started walking off again and this time you followed behind him as usual.

You made it up to Negan’s floor and went into his room.
He set Lucille down in her usual spot on the desk and slung his jacket on the coat rack as he pulled a chair out from under the desk and took a seat.
He took a long drink from the bottle he had and made a pained fast, “Fuck, that shit is strong. You want some?” He said offering the bottle.

You walked over to him and reached out for it, “Sure as long as I don’t get in trouble like last time.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Nah, babydoll. You’ve got fuckin’ permission this time.” He said with a wink.

You smirked and pressed the bottle to your lips, taking a long drink from it. You had understood what he meant.
You coughed a little bit and handed it back to him.

He chuckled, “Awe what’s wrong, darlin’, can’t fuckin’ take it?”

You scoffed, “You don’t know what I can take.”

Negan bit his lip and set the bottle down and grabbed you by the arm, yanking you down to him.
You gripped onto his shirt to keep from falling.

He smiled, “Oh trust me babydoll, I know what the fuck you can take.” He growled seductively as he put a hand up to grab a handful of your hair.

“Are sure you don’t want one of the other wives for that job?” You gave a devilish smirk back to him.

He gripped your hair tighter and pulled you to his eye level, “Fuck no. I want you, darlin’.”

You blushed and lowered your gaze from his dark eyes.

He chuckled again and put his mouth to your ear with his beard rubbing against your face, “Mmm. I see I still know how to fuckin’ get to you.”

You shuddered as he whispered into your ear.
You could feel the familiar excited chill run down your spine.
His voice had the ability to turn you on just as fast as his touch could - if not faster.
You bit your lip and threw a leg over both of his as you climbed into his lap, straddling him.
He released your hair and placed both hands firmly on your ass, holding you in his lap.

“I should still be a little jealous.” You said, biting your lip in a sensual way as you looked back to him.

“Fuckin’ jealous about what?” He asked, looking back into your eyes.

“Today in Alexandria when you were asking for Maggie.” You said blunty.

He smiled and shook his head, “Yeah, number two’s wife. Well, atleast I know her fuckin’ name now. Mad because I wanted her to come back here, babydoll?”

You bit your lip and and nodded with a serious look.

“Have you always been fuckin’ jealous?”

You shook your head, “No. I can honestly say I’ve never been this territorial, until I met you.” You said, sucking your teeth.

“You’re such a fuckin’ jealous little girl.” He smirked, gripping your ass tighter.

“Well, you did say I was your favorite.” You said, resting your arms on his shoulders.

He nodded, “Yeah, I fuckin’ did. I like you the best out of all of them, I even like the fuckin’ jealousy. It’s sexy. Hell, you fuck better than any of them anyway.”

You smirked somberly.
You were hoping he would have said something a little more meaningful than just how good of a fuck you were, but that wasn’t in Negan’s nature.
He was crude and blunt about things, and you didn’t mind.
But you craved for him to be loving.

Negan looked at you and squinted, “Please, don’t get fuckin’ emotional on me, darlin’.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and rolled your eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m not.”

He licked his lips, “Is today still fuckin’ bothering you?”

You blinked and lowered your head a bit, “Like I said, I just don’t want anything to happen. I don’t want the fucker to come in here with a fucking group of people and try to kill us.”

Negan grabbed you by your face firmly and pulled it to his, “Look (Y/N), there are over 70 of us here. That motherfucker is getting nowhere near this place and even if he does, we will fuckin’ take him out. Do you understand?”

You didn’t answer him right away, you just looked back at him.
You could see that he was starting to get agitated over the situation.

He gripped your face a little tighter, “Do you fuckin’ understand, darlin’?”

You nodded, “Yes, I understand.”

He let your face go, “Good girl, and for fucks sake stop rolling those eyes at me.” He grabbed your ass again and pulled you in closer, “Keep doubting me and I’ll fuckin’ give you something to worry about.” He growled seductively into your ear.

You bit your lip, “Now that I don’t doubt.”

He smirked, and took a hand to lay it on your throat and squeezed firmly, “Do you need a fuckin’ replay?” He said in a deep tone.

You smiled and bit your lip and before you could answer him, there was a loud knock at the door.

“Boss!” You could hear Dwight saying loudly from outside.

Negan shot a hostile look towards the door, “What the fuckin’ hell do you want, Dwight? This better be a goddamn good one.”

“There were a couple men found sneaking around the front gates and they have a camp a few miles down the road. You need to come quick.” Dwight said urgently.

Negan looked to you and quickly jumped out of the chair, setting you on the floor. He grabbed his jacket off the rack, putting it on and grabbing Lucille.

“Go to your fuckin’ room and get your gear, darlin’.” Negan said opening the door to be met by Dwight, “How fuckin’ many?”

“Four at the gate that were caught by some of the crew and we have some guys going to the camp now. They said there were five other people at their camp.” Dwight said staring at Lucille nervously.

You quickly ran down the hall to your room and busted through the door, grabbing your shoulder holster and throwing it on while unzipping the duffle bag to pull out some bullets and putting them into your pocket.

You quickly made your way back out to see Negan and Dwight were gone, so you ran downstairs to meet up with them out front.
In the yard you could see four men kneeled down into the dirt with bloody noses as Negan paced back and forth in front of them, his anger was brewing as he swung Lucille around in his hand.

He stopped and stood in front of them for a minute shifting his gaze from person to person, “Well, this shit fuckin’ sucks to see you came all this way for fuckin’ nothing because, guess what? We’re going right back to your goddamn camp. You wanna come up in my fuckin’ house and try to fuck with me? Well, let’s see what the fuck your home has to offer. Load them the fuck up.” He ordered to the saviors.

Simon, Dwight and some other crew members came up to the men and drug them all off to one of the nearby trucks.
You walked up to Negan slowly and he looked back to see you.
His face was still filled with anger.

“So, what’s the plan?” You asked softly.

“The plan is we make them fuckin’ pay. Now I don’t know who the fuck they’re associated with, and we’re not taking any fuckin’ chances.” He growled, staring back at you.

“Sounds fair to me.” You answered back, eyeing the men being loaded into one of the trucks.

“Now, are you sure that you’re fucking ready for this shit, darlin’?” He asked as he licked his lips, giving you his usual look.

You smirked, “Negan, I’ve been in one of your lineups. So, being on the other side is gonna be a relief.”

You both went to the same truck you had driven earlier to Alexandria.

“Watch Lucille work some fuckin’ overtime. It’s gonna be a long fuckin’ night, darlin’.” He gave you a menacing grin.

And just like that you were all headed off again, you didn’t mind it, but you were sorta tired and the nightmare didn’t help any.
What you really wanted was to lay down with Negan, you just wanted to fall asleep and be near him, but it would have to wait for now.
The safety of the sanctuary came first and you understood that.
It took about 20 minutes to get to the camp where the men had come from.

They were all living in what looked like a small rundown department store with a chain link fence around it, which had been busted down the by the other Saviors that were already there.
The truck pulled up into the parking lot and you could see the other 5 people from the camp and they were already kneeled down in front of the store with Saviors surrounding them, waiting on Negan to arrive.

You could feel your adrenaline begin to rise up as the truck came to a stop.
Negan opened the door and stepped out and you opened yours, getting out as well and closed the door and just stood there.

“Let’s meet the man!” You heard one of the Saviors say in a cheerful voice.

Negan walked around the truck to where the lineup was, you could see the eyes of people widening as they saw Lucille propped on Negan’s shoulder as he beamed proudly from ear to ear.
His dimples making deep indents on his face.
Even when he was doing something completely horrifying, you still found him irresistible.

“Are we pissing our motherfuckin’ pants yet?” Negan said to the lineup with a smile.

Everyone kneeling looked around scared, not knowing what to do. There were two women in the lineup.
You rolled your eyes absent-mindedly to yourself as you saw them.

“If you aren’t, boy, I have a feeling it won’t take fucking long before you are.” Negan chuckled, “Because I am very pissed off.” Negan growled tightening his grip on the bat as he began pacing back and forth in front of the row.

There was complete silence from everyone, except Negan.
You could see the fear on the faces of the lineup, lit up by a nearby trash barrel that was on fire, it was the only source of light.

Negan turned and looked to Simon and Dwight who were standing at the back of the truck, “Get those other assholes and bring them the fuck out here.”

The 4 men who were caught were then drug back out of the truck and thrown into the pavement to kneel with the rest of their group.

Negan licked his lips, “Now, I’m gonna ask nicely this one fuckin’ time. Why were you at my fuckin’ gates?” He said to the group of people.

Everyone was looking down to the ground or either staring straight ahead.
You could see Negan’s temper growing even shorter.

He calmy walked up closer to one of the men and lowered Lucille to him, the man looked up, his eyes wide with fear.

Negan pointed Lucille out to him, “Do you know why the fuck they were there?” He asked in an annoyed voice.

The man shook his head, “No, I- I-”

“Then you’re of no goddamn fuckin’ use to me, are you?” Negan smiled as he quickly raised Lucille and brought it down onto the man’s head.

The whole lineup gasped and one of the women started screaming and crying.
He must have been her husband or boyfriend.
You could hear screaming from the second woman in the group, clearly they had never seen anything this intense, even in the world you were living in now.

Negan brought Lucille above his head again and brought her down onto the man’s skull with brutal force as his skull cracked open like an egg.
The blood began spilling out onto the pavement and the woman who was crying was now trying to back away from the pool of blood that was spreading towards her.
Lucille was now dirty and bloody.

Negan held her out to the group, “Do I have everyone’s goddamn attention now? Because that shit could have been avoided for atleast another ten goddamn minutes.” He swung Lucille around, slinging blood all over the people, “I mean, you didn’t even give me a fuckin’ chance to properly introduce you to one of my girls,” he held out the bloody, flesh-tangled bat, “This here.. This is Lucille, and she is fuckin’ awesome.”

The woman on the ground was still crying and shaking as she started at the bloody mess on the ground.
You just stood there in looked on.

Negan leaned back and took in a breathe, “Now, I’m pretty fuckin’ pissed that not only did I have to leave the comfort of was my own goddamn home after a long motherfuckin’ day, but this lack of goddamn cooperation you’re already giving me isn’t fuckin’ cool.”

Negan put Lucille back on his shoulder and began pacing around again, “What I wanna know is which one of you fuckers is the leader of this shitty little outfit? Because I’m willing to bet that, that fuckin’ person is the goddamn genius behind it.” Negan said matter-of-factly, pointing to the line of men that were caught back at the sanctuary, snapping his fingers at the group.

One of the kneeling men, held his head up. He had long dark hair and a beard to match, with a scar running down his cheek.

“I am..” He said slowly, making eye contact with Negan.

Negan sucked his teeth and stepped over to the man, towering over him.

“And what’s you’re fuckin’ name?” Negan said with a smile.

“Vernon.” The man answered back, dropping his eyes from Negan’s intense gaze.

“Vernon?” Negan said with a twang in his voice, mimicking the country accent that the man had.

Negan turned to you and motioned you forward.
You approached him slowly, looking from the man back to Negan.
Negan rested his arm on your shoulder as you walked up to him.

“Now, I’ll be fuckin’ blunt with all of you.” Negan said as he held out Lucille, pointing the the group, “I’m pissed because you thought it was cool to fuck around with my shit, but I’m also pretty fuckin’ pissed that you interrupted my time with my wife (Y/N) here.”

The group all glanced up to you and back to Negan.

“I was about to get my dick fuckin’ wet and be balls deep in her, but now I’m out here fuckin’ around with you useless goddamn pricks.” Negan said bluntly.

You could feel your cheeks reddening at his crude words.
You shifted your eyes up to him and he looked back at you to give you a wink.
But the group didn’t care about what he was saying, they could only look on in horror at both of you.
They were starting to look like they regretted crossing Negan now.

“Well, let’s not waste anymore fuckin’ time shall we?” Negan said as he grabbed Vernon up by his jacket collar and slung him to the ground again, “Simon, load him into the fuckin’ truck. I’m not done with him.”

Negan turned back around and pointed to the rest of the group, he was counting who was left.

Negan whistled, “There’s seven of you fuckers left.. Now, usually I’d give you a damn choice of working for me or coming back to my fuckin’ amazing sanctuary for protection if you work, but seeing as how half of your group was there uninvited. I don’t trust a single motherfuckin’ one of you.” He growled, looking over each of the people kneeling.

He walked over to the sobbing woman who’s knees were now soaked in blood from the man laying beside her.
Negan kneeled down in front of her.

“He brought this shit on his fuckin’ self sweetheart.” Negan said pointing to the dead man beside her.

She sobbed, “Ple- please don’t h- hurt me..”

Negan smiled weakly and bit his lip, “Me? I’m not gonna do a fuckin’ thing to you.”

He got back up and walked over to you and looked back to the woman who seemed to be calming down somewhat at the thought that she was safe.

Negan licked his lips and gave a slow wicked smile to her, “However.. I didn’t say a goddamn thing about what my wife is gonna fuckin’ do to you though. She is the jealous type.”

You’re eyes widened a bit as you looked to him.

“Negan.” You said in a low tone.

He walked up to you slowly and smirked, “C'mon darlin’, I wanna see you take charge. They fucked with us first, so either way, they have to fuckin’ pay. So, let me fucking see you take over for a bit.”
He growled seductively.

You took in a nervous breathe, but he was right.
They fucked with all of you first and with everything going on you knew that they were a threat.
A threat for Negan and for you.

You walked over to the woman slowly who looked up to you with fearful eyes.
You kneeled down in front of her.

“What’s your name?” You asked slowly.

You looked back to see Negan with Lucille on his shoulder and staring at you.

“Melissa.” She said nervously.

You turned back to her, “Well Melissa, any idea why your people were fuckin’ around where I live?”

Melissa sucked in a shaky breathe, “How am I supposed to know?”

“You fucking live here with them, don’t you?” You smirked to her.

“Yes, I do.” Melissa said in a calmer tone.

“Then that tells me that you do know. Look, just girl to girl, why?” You said shrugging.

Melissa seemed to be gritting her teeth, “Everybody knows about the saviors.. You have everything and the rest of us were left with nothing. So, fuck you.”

You bit your lip angrily.

“That’s not my problem.” You said sternly.

“You know, she could come back as a wife.” You heard Negan say.

You could hear his footsteps approaching and suddenly he was kneeling beside you as he shoved Lucille’s bloody end into the ground.

You gritted your teeth at the thought of it.
He was trying to make you angry.

“Is that so?” You asked eyeing her more intensely now.

“Yeah, of course she fuckin’ could.” Negan said chuckling.

He smiled at the woman, who was now looking back and forth to both of you.

“What do you say sweetheart? I mean your, whatever the fuck he was to you.” Negan said pointing to the bloody body again, “He’s fuckin’ gone.”

The woman stared at the body for a moment and then to Negan again as she began to nod slowly.
You could feel your anger growing even more as Negan asked her this and the fact that she was saying yes.

Negan looked to you as you stared at the woman with fire raging in your eyes.

He then looked back to the woman and let out a loud chuckle, “You think I’m fuckin’ serious? I don’t want a wife that’ll fuckin’ steal from me. Besides this hot fuckin’ little thing in front of you.” He said moving his head in your direction, “Is the jealous type. And I would hate to miss out on a goddamn opportunity to watch her fuckin’ work.”

He smiled and stood up and you did the same.

He looked back over to you and licked his lips, “Do it, Darlin’.”

You knew what he meant. And without another word and some hesitation, you pulled out your gun, cocking it.
you pointed it to the woman’s head quickly and pulled the trigger.
The gun was powerful enough to make her skull look like she had went a couple rounds with Lucille.
you could feel the spray of blood as it hit your face.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. You could hear the next round of screams and gasps from the group.

You could still feel your coursing through you, but outright killing someone like this was different.
Of course you had killed Amber, but she had truly deserved it.
This woman was with a group that was planning to rob the sanctuary and by Negan’s law she deserved it as well and you knew that she did too, but you being the one to have to do it was a weird feeling, even if her saying yes to becoming a wife angered you enough to pull the trigger.

But you had to admit there was a strange power behind it.
And without hesitation this time you walked over to the second woman in the group, you stood over her for a minute just watching.
She was breathing hard as she looked back at you, but she didn’t say anything.
You pointed the gun at her and she breathed even harder as she gritted her teeth.
You let out a breathe pulled the trigger for a second time, followed by an explosion of blood.

“Goddamn, that’s the kind of fuckin’ shit I like to fuckin’ see from my girl.” Negan praised loudly as he leaned back, biting his lip at you.

He was grinning as he walked back over to the lineup and stood in front of one of the other men.

He raised Lucille, “Well, back to it.” He said with a smile as he brought her down onto another unlucky person’s skull.

It took another hour for everything to end.
You looked at the four people laying lifeless on the ground as the pool of blood grew bigger and bigger.
You hadn’t ever seen brutality of this magnitude and even if you were part of it, it was still unnerving to look at.
You had hoped in time you’d get used to it, this night wasn’t one that you’d forget and seeing it made you thankful that you were on Negan’s side and that he liked you.

Negan looked over the three remaining men in the lineup, “Now do you see what the hell happens when you fuck around with the wrong people?”

The men were all shaking and drenched in sweat, they said nothing and didn’t even dare to make eye contact with him.

Negan chuckled, “Look, I’m fuckin’ tired and I’ll give you goddamn gentlemen a break. So, since you have seen that this isn’t a fuckin’ game we’re playing, how about you come the fuck back with me. Maybe after a little fuckin’ solitary, you can become assets to me and work, or fuckin’ get killed and work for me as dead men.”

The men all looked up and nodded again, knowing full well that the next option wouldn’t be pleasant.

Negan smiled, “Fan-fuckin-tastic. I believe we have come to a goddamn agreement.”

Negan snapped his fingers and some of the Saviors grabbed the remaining men up and drug them into the truck.
You stood there, watching them being pushed into the back of a different truck that Vernon was in.
You weren’t sure why Negan wanted to talk to Vernon, but you were sure that in time you would find out.

Negan walked over to you and you looked up to him as he approached you.

“Well, darlin’?” He asked as Lucille was dripping blood everywhere on the ground.

You blinked and raised and eyebrow, “Well what?”

Negan sorta rolled his eyes and smiled back at you, “How does it fuckin’ feel to take charge?”

He came up closer to you and put out his gloved hand to wipe away some blood that had splattered onto your face.
You could feel the familiar chill yet again.

You took in a breathe and smirked, “I don’t feel sorry for them if that’s what you mean. But it’s like I said, im just not used to it.”

“It’ll get easier. Because goddamn if watching you take the reigns wasn’t one of the biggest goddamn turn ons.” He smirked as he licked his lips.

You smiled and shook your head at him, “A turn on, huh?”

He scoffed and nodded, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ said. And seeing as how I found it so goddamn hot; when we get back, I’m gonna fuck the hell outta you.”

Negan suddenly grabbed you by the throat again and pulled you to him, kissing you hard.
You bit his lip and slid your tongue into his mouth.
He squeezed you tighter by the neck as he dropped Lucille to his side.
He moved the hand that was on your neck down and grabbed you by the ass pulling you up onto him.
You could feel his erection and he forced you to grind onto him.

“Fuck. Keep fuckin’ doing that, darlin’ and I’ll fuck you right here. I don’t give a fuck.” He growled into your mouth as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip.

You smiled wickedly and ran your hand down his body, until you reached the outside of his pants and you began rubbing his cock through them.
He hissed and grabbed you by the back of the hair.

“Alright darlin’, you fuckin’ asked for it. Inside fuckin’ right goddamn now.” He said moving his head into the direction of the store that the group had been living in.

You bit your lip again, “What about everyone else?”

Negan snorted, “Fuck them. They’ll understand what the fuck is going on when they hear your ass screaming my name. Now get that fuckin’ sweet ass inside.” He growled seductively into your ear.

You bit your lip and could feel yourself growing wet now.
Negan kept a grip on your hair as he led you into the now empty building.

Tags: @ambroselunatic @robert-d-j-bernthal

Prompt #4: Playing truth or dare with your friends at a Christmas party and you end up confessing your love for Draco Malfoy.

For: Anon

A/N: The anon wanted a Draco x Gyffindor!reader imagine, so I’ll do the best I can. ALSO I know I didn’t post anything last night but I have a good reason, so I’m sorry!

You throw your hair over your shoulder and laugh as you, Hermione, and Ginny make your way out of the Gryffindor common room, on your way to meet Luna. It was Christmas, and quite few people stayed at Hogwarts year. George and Fred had decided to throw one of their infamous parties, and all they remaining Hogwarts students were going.

You were in a black crop top with a red skirt, and a bit of simple jewelry and makeup. Once you found Luna, the four of you made your way to the seventh floor, thinking about a party room. Within a matter of seconds the door to the Room of Requirements appeared.

“Welcome ladies,” Fred and George singsonged together as you walked in.

“Hey boys,” You looked around and saw all the beautiful decorations, “This looks amazing!”

After a few dances, and more than enough shots of firewhiskey, you all gather in a circle to play a few rounds of truth or dare.

“Harry, truth or dare?” Lee Jordan calls out after his turn.

“Dare,” Harry says confidently.

“Give Ginny a kiss,” Harry’s confidence instantly faltered, and you playfully elbowed a blushing Ginny. After a bit of pressuring, Harry gives Ginny a peck on the cheek, blushing furiously.

The game goes on and Fred picks on Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin boy you’ve been crushing on for years. Draco may have been an asshole at times, but you knew better, after being paired up for him for a few projects you knew he could actually be kind, helpful, funny, and absolutely brilliant. Draco responds with “Truth.”

“Oh come on, Malfoy, I thought you were braver than that,” Draco scoffs, and rolls his eyes at Fred, “Alright, who do you think the prettiest girl in this room is?”

You notice Pansy step a little closer to Draco, fixing her hair a bit. Draco shrugs, “Y/L/N.”

You choke on your firewhiskey, he must be too drunk, though the look on Pansy’s face is priceless. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle chuckle at Draco’s bluntness and your reaction. Eventually, after a few more rounds of embarrassment, it’s your turn. George is the one picking you and you don’t trust him to give you a dare, so you choose truth.

“Alrighty Y/N, who do you like?” You blush.

“A lot of people, Georgie, I like you and Fred, and Hermione, Ginny, Luna-”

George cuts you off, “Y/N, you know what I mean, who are you crushing on? And don’t say no one, because we know there’s someone.”

You feel your face burn up, you look down and mutter, “Draco.”

“Who? We can’t hear you, did you say Derek?” A tall, lanky Ravenclaw boy, whom you’ve never spoken to looks up, confused. You assume that his name is Derek.

“No, I like Dr-” You pause, finishing you glass of firewhiskey, filling you with a new found sense of courage, “Draco. Draco Malfoy.”

This time, it’s Draco’s turn to sputter on his drink.  The shock is apparent on everyone’s face, George looks like he regrets asking the question in the first place, while Fred looks amused.

At the end of the night once everyone leaves, Draco asks you to stay back, “I don’t want to talk about it, no need to be an asshole.”

“Well, I did say that I think you’re pretty if that means anything?” You blush furiously, “You blush a lot you know?”

“You were blushing pretty hard too when I admitted that I liked you,” You smirk.

“Well,” He pauses, “I can make you blush harder.”

You raise your eyebrows, and he suddenly pulls you in for a kiss. After about a minute, he pulls away, “I was right, you’re definitely blushing harder.”

“Shut up,” you whisper, before leaning in for another kiss.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: So I was watching one of my favorite movies last night (The Breakfast Club) and I had an idea for a story! I love it when that happens. I had a couple drabbles that I was going to post, but I wasn’t sure if they were good enough and this seemed like a better idea to me. As of right now (because I haven’t finished the story) I haven’t decided if there are any specific pairings. I’m just gonna go with the flow. This is also an AU so the characters have a few different traits than in the  show. Riley and Maya are still best friends. That will never change. Also, Riley has an older brother in this fic. In the beginning (before the show aired), she was set to have an older brother named Elliot, and I thought it would be great for her to be the middle child.

Word: Count: 2,447

Part 1- Three Rules

At the sight of the old, brown stone building sitting in the middle of the industrial city, Riley Matthews huffed in frustration. Her fingers clenched her phone so tightly, her knuckles turned white. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being at this place (she was forced by the law to go five days a week for eight hours a day), it was the fact that because of a stupid incident, she was sitting outside on the sixth day of the week. Saturday morning.

“You’re going to break your phone if you keep using it as a stress reliving item,” her older brother, Elliot stated at he parked the car in front of the steps. She said nothing. “You’re only going to be here till three.”

She looked at him quickly in rage. “That’s seven hours I could be practicing for the concert, which by the way, is TONIGHT!” Her voice rang in the vehicle as she fell back into her seat and huffed. Not only did she have detention for seven hours, she was less then 12 hours away from her concert, in which scouts from Juilliard School of the Arts would be attending.

He looked at her sympathetically, even though she basically yelled at him harshly. A few years ago, he probably would have yelled back at her, but he understood the stress and anxiety she must be dealing with, since tonight could make or break her future to attend one of the elite schools in the country for music making. Plus she was good kid, always followed her parents rules, she did well in school, and practiced the violin hard. It was the instrument she based her whole life around.

Since the day she held the small instrument at the age of four, she wanted this to be her profession. Despite her parents (father in particular) wanting her to be an athlete, like Elliot and her little brother, Auggie, she rather spend her days sitting in front of a music sheet, rubbing hair and strings making beautiful melodies. Her mother supported her from the beginning, and after Mr. Matthews saw the potential she had to be one of the greats, he stopped pestering her and let her do her own thing. She was her own person, and deserved to do what she desired, since it was her life and not her parents.

“So I’m assuming mom and dad don’t know about this?” He asked.

She sighed defeatedly. “No, they don’t. If they did, they would flip and who knows what will happen. So I told them I was going to be here practicing. Unfortunately, I was told myself that I couldn’t bring anything but my homework and food for lunch, so you mind if I leave my violin here in your car?”

His brown eyes looked at the old case and nodded. “Yeah, so I’m picking you up at three?” Riley nodded, fingers now fiddling with the ends of the case. “Am I also picking up Maya too?”

“How did you know she was going to be here today?”

He gave her a look that said really? “Because ninety-nine percent of the times you get in trouble, Maya Hart is not trailing far behind. I’ve been watching that for the last ten years of our lives.”

Yes, more often it was Maya who got into difficult inconveniences, and if Riley was ever put in a situation where she was at fault too, it was because of her troubled blonde best friend. Normally it was small stuff that caused her to get lunch detention or to stay after school for an hour, but recently Maya had been rebelling to the point she could have been in handcuffs. Riley could never really tell her to not continue this behavior directly, but instead hint to her that what she was doing was not acceptable. Her life at home wasn’t the best situation and the brunette understood that this behavior was normal in order to get attention from mom and dad.

But this act was taken too far, and Maya had dragged Riley right down with her. To the bottom of the pit itself.

Elliot tapped his thumb on the wheel of the car. “You better get in there,” he stated. “Because we all know Mrs. Know’s the Librarian. She ain’t gonna put up with tardiness and if you get suspended, mom and dad are really gonna flip.”

He was right, and she groaned in aggravation as she opened the car door to get out. She spotted the blonde on the top of the steps, and turned back to face her brother. “I’m ready for this day to be over with.”


They said nothing as they walked the halls silently down to the library. Every now and then she could look over and spot the guilt on Maya’s face. Riley hated that her best friend felt this way, but it was technically her fault that they were here on a Saturday, serving detention. Not to mention the brunette was a tad angry with the blonde, and Riley hated that she felt this way too. It was very rare to have this feeling towards her. They weren’t supposed to be mad at each other, ever. They were supposed to be the others escape. A way out of stress. But today wasn’t that day.

In the library, things were quiet, as they should be. Three chairs had been taken up so far. In the front, Isadora Smackle sat, with all the study equipment she could possibly bring, besides her laptop. Riley found it extremely odd that the smartest girl and not to mention, popular girl in school would be caught in Saturday detention, but was reminded that she, herself was here too.

In the other two seats, Lucas Friar and his adopted brother, Isaiah Babineaux sat, quietly whispering to one another, before looking up at the two girls who had just walked in. Lucas was the most popular guy in school for a newbie, as well as one of the most arrogant, self-centered people too. With his dazzling smile, muscular biceps, one look at a girl could make them swoon in his presence. Riley was more annoyed than anything else. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, she’d give him that, but his attitude and first impression gave Riley a bad taste in her mouth.

Isaiah was different. He was Friar’s adoptive brother. A southern gentleman from Texas, who said “please” and “thank you” on a regular basis, as well as “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” “yes sir,” and “no sir.” He was also the class clown, who always tried to make the best out of a hard situation. Riley happened to have him in a few of her classes, and she enjoyed his presence more so than his obnoxious step-brother.

Riley and Maya took their seats, sitting at the same table, but on separate ends. The blonde glanced at the brunette in hopes that their eyes would meet. Riley couldn’t look at her, at least not right now. She found the clock sitting on the checkout desk in front of the office door. 7:58. Two minutes before the torturous day would begin.

The door to the office opened and Mrs. Knows, with her silver grey hair, oversized glasses and rag looking face appeared. She might not have looked like much, but she could be scary, when she wanted to be. Just before she opened her mouth to speak, the bulky door to the entrance of the library opened and Farkle Minkus appeared, walking at his own pace to the seat in front of Riley and Maya.

“Mr. Minkus,” the Librarian said, “almost late, aren’t we?” Riley wished she could see his face, but he said nothing so the old lady continued. “Alright, you’re all here till three today. Rule number one, no talking. Rule number two, no cell phones.” A groan came from every one. “Rule number three, if you disrupt me while I’m watching—doing work, this will no longer be a Saturday detention, but a suspension.” Ouch. “Put your cell phones on the desk and I will come collect them. You will get them back at the end of the day.” She looked up. “Yes, Mr. Babineaux?”

Riley turned to see that he had been raising his hand. “What are we supposed to do till then?”

“Well, you were informed to bring books to study, read, writing materials to do homework. Or you could just twiddle your thumbs all day long,” she chuckled. “As long as your quiet and following my three rules.” She collected the phones and waddled back to her office, closing the door behind her.

“Well this is pointless,” Lucas stated, standing up from his seat. “Come on Zay, let’s scram.” Isaiah didn’t move though and opened his mouth to protest.

Just before passing, Maya stood up to meet him. “Sit down Ranger Rick. You heard the lady, breaking the rules meant suspension. You might be new here, but I’ll give you a piece of advice. Mrs. Knows is not a lady to tip toe around. She won’t hesitate to pull out a pink slip.” She leaned forward on her desk. “You really want that on your record Ball Boy?”

Riley could hear Zay’s chuckle from the back. Lucas looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”

“She called you Ranger Rick and Ball Boy,” his tone made Riley want to laugh, but she suppressed the urge. She was supposed to be upset right now. “I like her.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and looked down at Maya seriously. She was at least a foot and a half shorter than him, but she didn’t care. She knew her size, and she was proud. “Look Blondie, I ain’t got time to sit around for seven hours doing nothing. Zay and I have a big game tonight and this we should be prepping, not twiddling our thumbs,” his southern accent was thick.

Farkle turned in his seat. “And you think we’re here to sit around and do nothing?” His voice was deep and his tone was full of protest. “You think we all don’t have something better to do, or somewhere better to be? It’s not just your life that’s important. This time is blocking us from our lives too. So you can sit down and suck it up like the rest of us.” He turned back around and continued to read from the manuscript in his hand.

Minkus was the smartest guy in the school, and everyone knew that. He was also one of the hottest guys too. Not Lucas Friar hot, but still hot. If you had never met him before in your entire life, you probably would have picked him out to be a prep, guaranteed admission into Princeton University, or some other Ivy League school, not because he was smart enough, but because his dad had all the money in the world to send him. You’d say he was a popular guy that partied and could have any girl he liked on his arm. Maybe he was obnoxious too, arrogant and only cared about materialistic nonsense he could buy from anywhere on Fifth Avenue.

But he was just the opposite. With physical qualities of a pretty rich boy and being somewhat athletic, he was a loner. You could normally find him in a library studying for classes he had been dull-enrolled in by his parents through NYU, or in the Science lab on the north end of campus, face stuck to a microscope. He had friends, but they were the obnoxious rich smarties he didn’t click with or the kids who used him for his money. It was really sad.

Lucas looked annoyed staring down at Maya, while her raised eyebrows told a different story. “You heard the genius, Hop-a-Long.”

He looked warningly at Zay who started snickering once again. Then he turned to Farkle, who was no longer paying attention. “If you’re a genius Minkus, why are you in Saturday detention? I thought you’d be smart enough to dodge a situation like this.” It was a good question.

Farkle didn’t glance away from the words on his page, but stated, “That’s my problem, not yours, and you’re forgetting that I’m not the only genius gracing your presence at this moment.” His finger pointed to the side towards a certain lady with pitch black hair.

Maya cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, Smack-lay, what brings you to the land of the troubled?”

The dark-haired girl turned slightly to the right. “It is none of your business to know why I have been sentenced to this dreadful atmosphere, but if you must be reminded, rule number one rule states that we should not be talking, otherwise this dreadful day will be spent confined in our rooms and none of us will be able to enjoy going to the events we wish to attend, playing the games you desire to win, or what ever it is you all do in your spare time. I for one have no desire to to take part in this conversation no more. I have better activities to do at this desk other than exercise my gums that lead to my suspension and the beginning of my problematics hindering my early acceptance into Princeton.” Her face whipped around so quickly, her hair flew behind her.

Lucas stared at Maya for a long time, and finally feeling defeated, he walked back over to sit down. “So what are we supposed to do?”

Riley licked her lips thinking about what she could do that would benefit her. They were in a library, full of books. She was sure she could find a music book with the classical song she was performing this evening. She stood up, and Maya looked at her curiously. “Where you going Riles?” The blonde began to stand back up with her.

But Riley turned quickly on her heels, holding out her hand for her to stop. “I’m just going to get a book. That’s it.”

Maya’s expression dropped. She hadn’t meant to sound that harsh and demanding, but the tone came out too soon with the words. Her best friend sat back down, and Riley had caught Farkle’s blue eyes with her own. She couldn’t read his expression, and that drove her insane. Usually she was great at reading people, but she could never tell what Farkle Minkus was thinking. Ever.

She turned away, heading for the music selection in the huge library. It was time she put her focus on to the concert tonight. People drama was the least of her worries now.

Preview to next chapter:

“Goodie-two-shoes-Matthews?” Lucas said, eyeing her who had looked away from him. “If you’re a goodie, then what brings you to a detention hall? Especially Saturday detention?” Yes, because they all know Saturday detentions are equivalent to one day in school suspension.

i am shocked and disappointed in the state of the internet.

the cars 3 trailer was posted several days ago, and there have been many jokes made here on tumblr dot com. lightning mcqueen mcfreaking losing it. lightning mcqueen found dead in miami. lighning mcqueen with lyrics that seem mildly inappropriate laid over him in sepia tones. 

However, I have not seen ONE mmm watcha say edit. have we all forgotten? has the meme died? has 2016 taken the last good thing left in the world? truly, i hope not. i pray each night that somewhere in this world, someone is working to correct this travesty, or that i simply have not seen the edit.

friends, join me in mourning the passing of this great behemoth of pop culture, as we watch the world burn around us in flames. (mmm watcha saaaaayyy)

Good Night (Spencer Reid fluff/smut-ish?)

IMPORTANT: Exam season starts tomorrow and I have been studying A LOT and I’m so tired all the time. For the next 9 days I probably won’t be posting as much (I will try) please don’t be mad,and when I’m done I will be doing requests and another part of Lie to me (until the next exam season starts again) …..and I need to update the masterlist god damn

another note:this is smut I wrote last year and my sorry for not posting as much gift *runs away crying with notes and books* 

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“Damn it, Keith..”

My pinning Lance au for valentines day! 

I have this au where its valentines day and Lance and Keith made plans to go see a movie and whatever since they had nothing else to do and Lance gets all excited and trims his hair, wears his favorite cologne, gets all spicy and dressed up because it was the night lance would finally ask out Keith. But, at the last minuet Keith cancels because he decided to go on a movie date with Allura instead of Lance but says they can catch a movie another day. Not wanting to ruin their frienship, Lance doesnt say anything and wishes them good luck on their date because Keith’s happiness is greater than his own and ther friendship is worth too much. it’s too important.  

also i posted this a day early bc i was too excited not to share oops


some pieces from my ap art concentration, color in winter landscapes


Let me begin with personal note, this will be my first post for 2017, after a whole year of being AFT (away from Tumblr). To keep the long story short, It’s good to be back in using Tumblr again.

Now, let me present this one: @wholesome-week: DAY 6 - Stargazing (for Saturday, 1/21, though today is Sunday, 1/22 here in the Philippines)

This illustration shows that Star and Marco are staring on the night sky (see the Blood Moon there?) inside Star’s bedroom balcony.

Personally, I’ve started watching Star (vs. the Forces of Evil) last year, after my other favorite Disney cartoon, Gravity Falls, ended in February (Asia premiere of the finale was aired last July). And I got hooked and it fills the void from GF. From the great episodes, and the wonderful fanart (for the record, @moringmark and @anomalyah nailed the character art), those are the reasons why I always stick around to the show. I’m not good at doing artworks (despite I am a Multimedia Arts graduate), but this one’s worth the shot, as my entry and as my contribution. Know one’s art.

Over and out. -Drew