love you dearly friend

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simone!!! it's almost been a full 365 days since we met and i hugged you and we died in mackie's BIG ASS arms and i'm really grateful that you're my friend and i love you dearly

KENDRA!!! i can’t believe it’s been nearly a year since we met and our souls were absorbed by mackie’s arms, and i, too, am grateful to have you as a friend and love you so much babe!

50 ways to practice self care when your mental health is crap

1. Snuggle an animal.

2. Pet others animals in public… with permission.

3. Say yes to a meal with a friend you love dearly.

4. Take a sick day from work. Don’t feel bad about it.

5. Dust a book off your shelf and read it. Or, at least read a few pages.

6. Go to work, do your best, and tell someone you’re struggling.

7. Take frequent breaks at work, even if they’re just to take a deep breath in the bathroom.

8. Read body positive blogs like the Fuck It Diet, Love, Food, and Bawdy Love.

9. Make yourself a cup of your favorite flavor of warm tea.

10. Make yourself tea, then add a bunch of ice cubes to the cup. Feel the sensations of the temperature.

11. Sit outside and stare at the sky. Lay in the grass if you can.

12. When your attention spans lasts 5 minutes, be okay with coming back inside.

13. Say no to someone asking you to do something you don’t want to do.

14. Avoid toxic people while you’re hypersensitive. Sometimes this means family.

15. Say no to events that will trigger you.

16. Be ok with many nights feeling like you’re acting selfishly by saying no.

17. Ask a friend if you can come crash on their couch and have a slumber party.

18. Bring popcorn and fuzzy socks to said slumber party.

19. Cook a simple meal from scratch with one of your favorite ingredients. (I made cardamom baked pears recently- YUM and super easy)

20. Do some therapeutic writing. Prompts can be found through a quick google search.

21. Donate books you don’t read anymore.

22. Workout for 15 minutes.

23. Don’t work out.

24. Don’t beat yourself up about not working out.

25. Mindfully eat a meal.

26. Totally un-mindfully scarf down a bunch of sweets. (I’ve been really into vegan ice cream lately).

27. Stop reading a book that you started and feel obliged to finish.

28. Pick up a new book that you’re excited about.

29. Only do exercise that makes your body feel good. (For me, simple stretching is all sometimes.)

30. Avoid exercises you think you “should” be doing. (Cycling hurts my knees. I hate cycling. I don’t do it).

31. Take “should” out of your vocabulary entirely. Quit “shoulding” on yourself.

32. Tell your partner how they can best support you.

33. Tell your roommate how they can best support you.

34. Donate clothes that taunt you or that you no longer wear.

35. Go to Goodwill and find a lovely outfit that fits great.

36. Take a nap. Don’t set an alarm.

37. Lower your expectations of yourself. Be ok with being mediocre right now.

38. Go to a 12 step meeting or a support group.

39. Call or text an old friend to meet up over a cup of coffee.

40. Buy a coloring book and some crayons. Color away.

41. Practice a 3 minute guided meditation.

42. Do a Pinterest DIY project with an old shirt that no longer fits.

43. Laugh if said Pinterest project ends up disastrous (mine usually do).

44. Binge watch Netflix. Watch a show that’s silly and not too emotional.

45. Throw your to-do list in the trash for a day.

46. Go for a gentle stroll.

47. Blast music that matches your mood (for me, this is often Slipknot or Katy Perry interchangeably).

48. Make a gratitude list about things you’re grateful for in your life.

49. Make a gratitude list about body parts of yours you’re grateful for and why.

50. Put on some nice scented lotion.

In the Heart of the Storm (Part 1)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – Storms, power outages, knives

Word Count – 1,909

Notes – I actually do a lot of house-sitting on the side, and let me tell you, if this ever happened to me, I would lose it!! The house in this story is actually based of one of the places I stay at.  It’s absolutely gorgeous, the only difference is, it’s on a farm whereas the house in this fic is by the Bay.  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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You stood on the front porch and waved goodbye to your friends, Aaron and Olivia, as they drove off on their two-week road trip to the Grand Canyon. Although you loved your friends dearly, you also loved when they went out of town.  They always asked you to stay at their house on the Chesapeake Bay. It was a gorgeous two-story loft-style home with a wall of windows on the back half of the house that overlooked the Bay.  There was a small dock leading out over the water, and you loved nothing more than to sit out there with a good book and a glass of wine.  This was more of a vacation than a side job for you, but you weren’t going to tell anyone that!

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Alone Together- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: This wasn’t a planned imagine, so I am sorry if it has some mistakes. Although, I wrote this for @goblackhatwithme​ as she had been feeling down lately. I thought I would try to help in the way I know best. I hope this even helps slightly, Renee; and please know that you can hit this hoe up any time. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by measure-the-oblivion

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YAY REQUESTS! Could you write a spence x reader where the reader is a badass, and introduces spencer to her friends which makes him really nervous about their relationship since he’s such an adorable lil geek? THANK YOU ILY  -Anon

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: none really

A/N: I kept most of the requests from the old blog and will be doing them here. I have been working on this one for a while and since school is over, now i have some time to myself to write. I hope you guys like this, and share it with your friends :)

Originally posted by jeichanhaka

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Lounge Bar - William Karlsson

Originally posted by hockeyswedes

Note: I’m back, again! With another imagine, as per usual. I love Swedes, I truly do, but I love Swedes with flows even more, just makes me fall in love even faster, ya know? Anyways, here’s a cute lil request for you guys, hope you enjoy!

Mentions: Alexander Wennberg

Warnings: Stereotypes, but basically none

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Chris Kreider

Teaser: “Just cause you’re a big shot doesn’t mean you can get any girl you lay your eyes on, Blondie.” He looked at you appalled, “Of course I don’t want any girl I lay my eyes on, I specifically want you, at the moment.”

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Silver, we gotta talk.

Honey bee. Rainbow-looking child. One-legged friend. 

I love you dearly, but I need you to stop. And by that I mean your failure to take responsibility for the death and misery you yourself have caused out of entirely selfish reasons.

Bc that whole “look at all the terrible things I’ve done only for you!” stuff in 408 is some self-righteous nonsense. Let’s not argue about Flint here. Flint is deeply morally questionable and I’m not going to argue he isn’t a manipulative, cunning bastard - bc he is. 

I’m here to remind you that for the longest time, Flint wanted fuck-all to do with you and it was you that kept sidling up and playing sidekick in order to make bank. Remember when you left your crew mates to themselves, being slaughtered on the deck? When you killed the cook for a piece of paper whose nature you didn’t even know? When you watched a man get killed for supposedly stealing that paper? When you watched an innocent, black, homeless man being shot for supposedly being involved? And then watched another man being shot for the same? 

Remember when your first response to seeing Flint with Gates’ body was to cover it up and keep hunting the gold? Remember when Flint was ready to quit, multiple times even, and you were the one to push him onward? How Flint was pretty done with you after taking the fucking warship, and you’re the one that brought up how he’d need you to take back command, putting yourself back in an allied position at the nearest opportunity? And how you were intending to take off w the gold, leaving all the crew (aka your “brothers”) that had died and suffered for it to go empty-handed? Remember “how good it feels” to stomp your leg through the head of a prone man? Oh, and making the decision to have Billy murdered after he imbued you with the power you currently hold?

A vast amount of bodies accumulated thanks to you, yes, but not all of them can be blamed on Flint deviously manipulating you against your will. A whole lot are bc you’ve been selfish, ruthless and ice-cold.

This is not about absolving Flint of his responsibility for his actions, bc they’re his and he’s not clean. But neither are you, and I need you to stop acting like you are, after you’ve spent months power-tripping over your new pirate king persona. (Bc from your monologuing to various people it’s clear you’ve been buying into your own hype as long as you had Madi & Flint & Billy by your side.)

You’re both horrible ppl in your own way, and you’re also both wonderful - and so is the vast majority of the cast, and that’s what I love about this show.

So stop being self-righteous and pretending like all the terrible things you’ve ever done, all the manipulation and death and scheming you’ve tangled yourself in, are bc Flint kept pulling you in against your will. You kept pushing into his space and were eventually allowed in, but it didn’t start with Flint asking you to be his henchman, and it seems like you forgot.

Thankfully, I’ve got a long fucking memory to remind you.

anonymous asked:

I'm new, who should I follow?

First of all, welcome!! 

Second of all, oh BOY. There are so many lovely people. I started out by writing little nice things about each of them but there are too many and too many good things to say about each of them. I’m also lazy. But all of these bloggers are AMAZING and very dear to me and a lot of them are very good friends and wow. I love them.

@teen-mendes @latteshawn @ihaveabadreputation @illumninate @illumeshawn @starrynightshawn @honest-for-mendes @mendescutie @illumendes @mend-es @shawmato @shawnandzoestories @shawnsbabyma @heromendes @mendesflowers @echoshawn @mercyimagines @shit-to-kinda-okay @shawnmreads @light-up-shawn @dirtymendes @illuminateshawnn @wordsandshawn @raineshawn @babyshawwn @nike-shawn @thesmutofthemendes

please do not follow @whitechocolateperfection



“Lady Shimada.
She is beauty,
She is grace,
She will scatter you in the face.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m super happy how this turned out! I really REALLY like it. I absolutely love shenpai and all of her videos. And even through all that she is going thorough she still puts out videos for her subscribers and I find that amazing. ✊🏻Props to shen. Just to let you know Shen that you are never alone. You will always have friends and your followers who love you very dearly❤️❤️❤️.

🐉Lady shimada🐉 belongs to @pikaiscool

Please (My Young Friends)

Please forgive me if I seem not to always understand
my ancient eyes behold an entirely different world view
our interests are often as diverse as winter and spring
I have sojourned many seasons, you’ve seen yet a few

Much of my life is in the past, your journey lies ahead
memories I love to share, places you may one day go
yes I’ve lived and witnessed numerous wondrous days
and yet I’ve tasted a darkness I pray you’ll never know

Having told and of course retold all my favorite stories
while I find it hard to say, I love you my young friends  
how dearly I so often envy you, your day’s just begun  
please live it well, as for all the sun one day descends

Well, it’s certainly been interesting to say the least.  Being by far the oldest person in my group at work, and in a not dissimilar situation here on Tumblr, we do sometimes have our WHAT? moments, yet all in all I quite enjoy sharing the kindness, friendship and love with my now much younger friends.  While playful yet accurately stated, there is no known cure for old age, you do keep my heart young at least.  Thank you, and yes I do love you, Mike.  

Who? Me?

Prompt: can i get a murphy x plus size reader where shes insecure and thinks that he wouldn’t have any interest in her!! X- Anon

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Reader

Word Count: 926

Warning: Insecurities, slight cursing.

Author’s note: ahhh this came out later than intended but I loved this request! Hope you all enjoy <3 Em

Originally posted by wingedmoonshine

The obnoxious, nasally giggle coming from across the booth was the only thing that pulled you away from day dreaming into your Guinness. The tall, leggy beauty in front of you was flushed from the alcohol, or possibly blushing from being caught staring at the group of Irish men standing at the bar. She leaned into your best friend, barely catching her breath. While you loved your best friend dearly and cherished your bar hopping dates together, you were less than thrilled with the newcomer. However you held your tongue, the ring on your best friend’s hand glimmered in the low light was said evidence of it. 

The woman in front of you, who could rival any model, was your best friend’s soon to be sister in law. At her fiance’s encouragement, said beauty has tagged along with every bar date for the past few weeks. It’s not that shes mean though, she was very nice, she was just…pretty. So incredible painstakingly pretty, the opposite of every way you were: tall, long hair, bright eyes and moderately skinny. You’ve been told you were pretty, honestly on your best days you agreed, but next to her you felt so insecure. Every man you’ve looked at that interested you on these bar hopping nights has had their eyes glued to her, not even bothering a second glance at you. So you glowered in a pattern: Stare into drink. Take a sip of drink. Chime in to the conversation. Repeat.

You take a sip of your drink and smile at some joke your best friend cracked before a stifled gasp interrupts. “HE’S COMING OVER HERE,” the tipsy beauty whispered yelled to the two of you. 

You glance over and notice it’s the blonde man she had been making eyes at the whole night. He leans against the booth, a charming smile gracing his very cute face. He was practically the male version on the beauty. However, you barely noticed when he started to speak because your attention was caught on the man behind him. He was a bit shorter, darker hair and had the same piercing as the man sweet talking beauty - ‘brothers,’ you thought. He smiled at you and you smiled a little back, looking back at your drink as the two men slid into the booth next to you and the beauty.

The blonde man, Connor, was making easy conversation with beauty and your best friend while his brother {ha, you called it} Murphy made silly remarks every now and then. They both tried to include you, but you didn’t want any part of the conversation. You had a long day and just wanted a drink and a chat with your best friend, not watch as two handsome and really good smelling Irish men flirted with the beauty in front of you. 

You excused yourself to the bathroom, Murphy easily sliding from the booth, giving you a curtsy once he gave you room to get out. You blushed fiercely and hauled ass to the ladies room, taking some deep breaths as you did your business and washed your hands. Looking up to the mirror you frowned ‘When did your hair get all flat and your lipstick smear on the side of your mouth?’ You sighed heavily and fluffed your hair as best as you could and reapplied more lipstick. 

As you came out of the bathroom, you were startled to see Murphy leaning against the wall leading to the bar. You would have ran back in to hide in the stalls but he had already noticed you and gave a small sheepish smile. You slowly walked over, fidgeting uncomfortably.

 “You alright?” he asked as you got closer. 

You smiled and nodded, but he looked unconvinced. “Yeah, I’m just tired” you finally said smiling softly. “I’m about to actually head home,” you said starting to walk past him back to the booth. 

A hand at your elbow halted you and you turned around quickly, electricity running from the soft hand at your elbow straight to your heart. “I uh…well I was wonderin’ if you’d be free tomorrow night? We’ve barely talked tonight but I wanna get to know ya more, lass,” Murphy stuttered. 

Your wide eyes looked into his, wondering just how this gorgeous silly Irishman was asking you out and BLUSHING, a pink hue rising in his cheeks and tips of his ears. Your first instinct is to swing around and look behind you, thinking he had surely said this to someone else, but alas nobody was even looking in your direction and you were met with a confused Murphy, surely rethinking asking this crazy stranger out. “I…uh…would be free, yes if you’re…sure?” you squeaked out, unsure. 

He laughed that adorable little laugh “Oh ye, I’m sure. Can I buy ya a beer first before ye leave?” he asked. 

You grinned back, subtly pinching yourself that this man LIKED you and you had no idea how! He threw his arm around your shoulders and led you to the opposite side of the bar from your booth. You were going to question it, but noticed Connor and beauty attached by the tongue. You two passed your best friend at the bar who was enjoying a fresh beer. She grinned widely at you and winked. ‘That little… Damn I need to make sure to get her a great wedding present,’ you thought before hopping onto a bar-stool next to Murphy, getting a fresh beer and launching into an animated conversation that would last well late into the night.

Best friends headcanons

☆BoTW Link☆

~He’s a very loyal friend and will always stick up for you. Noone is gonna mess with you with Link around!

~Expect to go on lots of trips with him, he’s always going to want to take you with him on his adventures! He’ll take you to the coolest places in hyrule! And don’t worry about getting hurt, this guy has your back, he’s very protective of you and will always keep you safe!

~He tends to be a bit overprotective and will try to get you to cover first if you run into monsters. You’ll have to remind him that you can defend yourself. He’ll be super impressed when he sees you take out monsters befor he can! He’s so proud to have a friend as tough as you!

☆BoTW Zelda☆

~ Being the princess of hyrule, her duties come first, she’s very busy but she’ll jump on any chance to hang out with her best friend! She’s very caring and loves you dearly!

~ Having a princess as your best friend is super cool, you’ll spend lots of time in the castle and will be treated like part of her family when you’re around! You’ll spend lots of time taking over tea and roaming around hyrule on your horses. Though, link will often join you two if you wander far from the castle. He is the royal knight after all! He’ll keep you both safe!

~She trusts you with her secrets and is very grateful to have a friend like you!

“What’s he smiling at?"you asked, slapping stiles lightly on the arm as you sat down with two of your friends.

"I don’t actually know?"Stiles replied glancing at Scott, probably trying to figure him out.

"Yesterday me and Allison-
Scott started to tell a story.
You and Stiles took one look at each other and mentally agreed that you weren’t going to sit and listen to Scott obsess over Allison.

She was your best friend and you loved her dearly, but the week before Scott had spent over two hours talking about her. Making both you and Stiles very uncomfortable and very late for school.

"I think I see Lydia? I need to go and give her a lacrosse book"you lied as you walked away mentally slapping yourself for the poor excuse.

"I also need to give Lydia a lacrosse book"Stiles followed you down the hall not really caring.

Scott sat on his own, slightly confused.
"But Lydia doesn’t play lacrosse, in fact y/n doesn’t play lacrosse?"Scott called after Stiles but he was long gone.

Isaac walked out of his class to his locker.
"Hey Isaac, do you wanna hear a really interesting story?"Scott asked as he walked along side Isaac smiling brightly.

"Sure,why not”

“So yesterday me and Allison-

"Oh no, not again"Isaac sighed.

Seokjin Scenario: High On You.

Request:  Hello~ I hope this scenario gets chosen huhu.. A scenario where Y/n gets drunk because of a rumor that Jin is dating a famous actress when’s he’s actually dating y/n, a student he met in his university who is in the same dept as him. Y/n’s friends call him up because y/n won’t stop drinking and Jin ends up coming and bringing you home and gets surprised when y/n pours out all her insecurities. Please and thank you ^^

Genre: Fluff / Drama

Looking at the empty glass in front of you, you frowned, never would’ve thought that that could feel so offending. So you poured yourself another drink ignoring the look you friends were giving you because that was the least of the things you cared about in that single moment. Your insides twisted a little bit more again with the thought of why you were trying to drown every single one of your senses with alcohol.

You downed another shot, this one felt stronger than what plain vodka should be, and too much to be even considered just one shot. It was ridiculous, was what it was. You couldn’t put any other label to your situation, to your behavior, to what was going on.

–You know what’s really… really bad about this? – you asked with a sad smile, your words being a little slurred by now. You giggled sarcastically and shook your head, snatching away the bottle before your best friend could take it from you. –She’s gorgeous… I can’t even blame him if he’s going out with her now–

You still remembered the picture of Jin and that woman, the title announcing that apparently they were dating and how much it made sense since they moved in the same world while you were just average, without a big name or fame on your shoulders unlike her, she was so pretty you were sure men turned their heads to look at her, and you never felt less or plain until this happened, until you were faced with the reality of your situation and differences with Jin.

Maybe he now wanted someone who could fully understand the weight of being famous, someone who could represent him because she too was loved and fawned over. You blew some air in frustration, what if he just got bored and decided to move on from you? You could feel the tears stinging in your eyes and you refused to let them fall because you were too proud for crying with defeat in front of your friends, instead you chose to feel enraged and drink some more.

What if they looked good together? That was just a shitty reason for people to be together, and to hell if she was adored and worshipped, you had done good things in your life too, you were successful at your own way, in university, standing out among the other students of your major, the same where you met your boyfriend who was apparently dating someone else at the same time than you.

You placed the glass down harder than needed, pressing your lips together to concentrate in the bartender to ask him for another bottle, you needed something stronger if you wanted the hangover to be worth all this crap.

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Fire at my feet

Pairing: Negan x You (Adelaide is the name though)
Rating: T
Chapters:1/5 Summary: I was inspired by tonight’s episode! Because, Negan was bae. And Carl is a little badass.


A/N: Its a oneshot, but if the response is decent I’ll give it a go! I’m busy with The crown weighs heavy at the moment, but I wouldn’t mind taking on two. So, if you like it do let me know!!! Don’t be shy!


“Shhh, Darling.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying your very best to soothe Judith as she snuggled into your arms. You sighed in worry, running your fingers through your dark hair. It took all your power to not run outside and see what was going on, but Rick had asked you to stay with his daughter and if it eased him just a bit then you were more than willing to help him. It was a rather unexpected visit, no one knew Negan was due to show today, and the look on Rick’s face when he heard him through the gate made your heart ache. You were fortunate enough not be with the group when they first met the man, you volunteered to stay behind and protect Alexandria at all costs. But, you felt the guilt of that choice when you saw them return that morning, all of them broken.

You dipped up and down, smiling at the child in your arms as you paced towards the window. You could only see men weaving in and out of the homes, other Alexandrians looking around in shock, and frustration. “What on earth have we gotten into, Judith?” You spoke, kissing her on the forehead. You just hoped you could keep her out of harm’s way while the Saviors did their thing. But, sometimes you just aren’t so lucky. You snapped your head in shock towards the door when a shot rang out in the home, and you clutched Judith tighter in your arms. You walked slowly over to the door, placing your ear against it. Your face fell in realization when you heard Carl speaking.

“Put some back! Or the next one goes in you.”

It was hard to blame the boy for threatening the men, after everything they had done. Everything he had been subjected to see…and yet your priority right now was baby Judith. You gave her a quick smile and kiss against the cheek, hushing her while you set her in her crib. “I’ll be back, darling.”
You opened the door softly, not wanting to frighten her in your haste. Once in the hallway upstairs you rushed down the stairs hearing Rick’s voice now in the home, pleading with his son to put the gun down. You stopped right at the last step, using the wall as a shield as you peaked around it. You could only make out Carl’s form, and a much taller man in front of him clad in a leather jacket.

“Really, kid?” A deep voice caught your ears, and even though you never met him before somehow you knew that had to be Negan. Something about the way he spoke spilled authority.

“You should go, before you find out how dangerous we all are.”

You close your eyes in frustration, mentally scolding Carl for being so reckless. Now wasn’t the time for revenge. Not like this.
“Don’t be rude, Rick! We are having a conversation here.”

Your breathing was becoming uneven, and though you tried to put on a brave face you were scared shitless right now. You could hear the threats Negan was making.

“Do you want me to prove how serious, again?”

That was your cue. You rushed from your hiding spot, not missing the way Rick looked at you in concern. You took a hold of Carl’s arm holding the gun, gripping it tightly as you spoke to him.

“Carl! Carl look at me…”

His eye turned to you, mostly in surprise but when he saw the look on your face his eye turned downwards. You ran your hand up his arm towards the gun, trying to calm his nerves.

“Just let it go, Carl. It’ll be ok. Just let it go.”

His body was tense, but he didn’t pull away from you. Once your fingers brushed the metal you eased it from his grasp, his arm falling to his side in defeat. You could hear the sigh that escaped Rick’s lips, his hand coming up to run over his face in relief. You reached over towards him, extending your hand so you could give him the gun, but that was cancelled. A gloved hand quickly gripped your wrist, making you stiffen in surprise.

“Now what do we have here?”

A low chuckle moved through the room, and the tension in the air suddenly thickened. Up until this point you did your best to ignore the other men in this room, not wanting to incite any conflict. That wouldn’t be the case now. Your deep brown eyes looked up, officially making contact with the man named ‘Negan’.

“Rick, Rick, Rick…I am disappointed in you. I thought I said no hiding anything?”

Negan’s eyes never left yours, and his smile only grew when he felt you struggling to remove your wrist from his hand. From your peripheral you could see Rick fidgeting, and that only served to make you more nervous.

“Negan, you don’t have to do this.”

Negan only put a finger up, wagging it at Rick as if he was a parent scolding a child.

“What did I say, Rick? Don’t be rude.”

He reached for the gun in your hand, prying it out of your grip and lifting his jacket and shirt to place it into his jeans. He patted it over his jacket, before motioning to everyone to leave the home.

“All of you, out now.”

No one made an attempt to move, and Carl was looking at Negan ready to rip his throat out. A bad move on all their parts, because you saw that smile drop instantly and that glint in his eyes was gone.

“I said get the fuck out, now!”

Rick gave you a look of concern before grabbing Carl by the shoulder and leading him out of the home. When Negan’s men made no move to leave, his angry gaze locked onto them.

“Davey, if you don’t get the fuck out now, I will let that kid take his goddamn shot.”

That was all it took for the both of them to drop everything and take off outside, leaving you and Negan alone. Once the door was shut, he let go of your wrist, and you brought it up to your chest and massaged at it. You watched as he walked over to the bar, pulling out a stool and waving you to come towards it.

“I am sorry about that, sweetheart. Just business.”

You reluctantly obeyed him, taking a seat on the stool as he began to pace behind you.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You scrunched your nose at the pet name; being called such by the man who killed two of your friends was sickening. But, you weren’t about to make him angry.


He raised his eyebrows in response, biting his bottom lip as he smiled at you.

“Adelaide. I love that.”

You could hear him repeating your name over and over again, pacing around the room a bit. You took that chance to look around the bar, noticing a small kitchen knife there. You gave him a quick glance, as your hand inched towards the weapon slowly. Fingers barely brushed the handle before a strong hand came slamming down on yours, his fingers lacing with your own in a tight painful grip. You jumped in shock, and pain letting out a small yelp. He leaned over you, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist.

“Don’t do anything stupid, my dear. Or I guaran-fucking-tee I will kill one of your precious friends outside.”

You gulped, and tried weakly to remove your hand from his own, tears beginning to sting at your eyes from the pain of his grip. He only pulled your body closer to him, his warmth enveloping you as your back hit his chest. You stiffened in his powerful hold, heart going full speed by now as the adrenaline was kicking in. Negan’s lips found your ear, his dark voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Don’t make me hurt you, sweetheart. I hate hurting women, but I will do it if you try anything stupid like that again? Do we understand each other?”

You nodded meekly, sagging in relief as his grip on your hand loosened. You felt the vibrations of his chuckle, as hugged you to him, planting a forceful kiss on your forehead.

“That’s my girl.”

Instinctively, you tried moving away, head turning slightly to get away from him. Not that it did much, his hold on you was tough, and you weren’t getting out of it until he decided you could.

“Now tell me, do you like it here, doll?”

You nodded your head, trying hard to steady your breathing. Though your mind was completely against his actions, the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over your skin was sending delightful shivers down your body. You shut your eyes, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of his fingers curling into your side.
“They treat you well? Because, a beautiful woman like you deserves only the fucking best this shit world has to offer.”

“Y-yes.” You said breathlessly, mentally fighting with yourself to ignore the feeling that was pooling down your body. But, his fingers gliding up your side wasn’t helping at all. And he seemed to catch onto that. He shifted closer to you, spurred on by your breathless voice, and he let his hand move higher, up to your heaving chest. A gasp fell from your parted lips when his fingers found the top button of your white top, undoing it quickly.

“Tell me what you want…”

You whimpered at his demand, clenching your jaw in frustration at your situation. What the hell were you doing? This man killed two of your friends, friends you loved dearly, and he even threatened your own life not so long ago. And yet, here you were allowing this devil of a human being to paw at your breasts as if you two were long lost lovers.
Negan let out a growl as his lips brushed across the expanse of your neck, his hand moving up to grab a fistful of your brunette locks to move it to the other side. His beard tickled your skin, making you shift in the stool. A move he seemed to enjoy because he pressed closer to you, and that’s when you had enough. You felt his clothed erection pressing into your backside, and disgust at yourself overtook you. Out of shock at the situation before you, you quickly turned moving out of the stool and slapped him across the face as hard as you could. You backed up against the wall, eyes wide in shock as he stumbled back a bit.

Negan stood there for a second, processing what just happened before he brought his gloved hand to his lip, and wiped the small trail of blood that trickled down. He started to laugh, regaining his composure as he shook his head. He locked his eyes on you, running his tongue of the sore spot as he moved close to you. You pushed even closer to the wall, and at this moment you wish you could’ve disappeared. When his hand reached for you, you winced, shutting your eyes. But, the hit never came. Instead a rough calloused hand gently gripped your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

“Adelaide, Adelaide. You’re a feisty one!” He said with a grin, brushing his thumb against your reddened cheek.

“Remember how I said don’t try anything stupid? Well, first one was free.”

You let out the breath you were holding, hoping to all the gods he wouldn’t do anything crazy.

“But, this..this you’re gonna pay for, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry! I-“

He cut you off, removing himself from you as he began walking away. “Ohhh, I’m sure as hell you are, gorgeous. But, it’s a little too late for that.”

Defeated, you sank down the wall, curling your knees into your chest as dread filled you. Negan only chuckled darkly at you, before leaving you with one final promise.
“I’ll be back for you next time, Adelaide.”

He started walking backwards, not letting his eyes off you until he reached the door. He gave you a quick wink before walking out, a whistle leaving his lips as he made his way outside.