[Okay I seriously need help now guys……. This is a little bit where you and Eggsy go on a mission playing couple, annnnd it gets a little hard to resist those smoldering looks he is always given you– damn does he look good in a suit.
Now is the part where you try to focus on your mission. Again. It was beginning to get a little hard with how ardently Eggsy seemed to be staring at you on the ride over. He doesn’t talk to you much, and at first you wonder if it’s something you did or said. You’d never had these kinds of awkward silences before, why were you having one now?
Maybe it was the dress; the neckline was very low, slightly pinched at your waist then spread long where it draped lightly around your feet. It was a lovely emerald green— one you always liked. The sleeves were long and fitted and the back matched the front dipping just as low. It was made of something soft like silk maybe, and you liked the way it felt across your skin.
Or maybe it was the job; you were supposed to be posing as a couple looking to invest and per usual your mission was to stop the bad guy. Imagine one of those ‘save-the-world’ situations… Only dial it down about 5 notches. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but it sorta did feel that way right now.
But you knew that it was far more likely to be the way Eggsy was looking at you. Like… well, like you were the most stunning thing he’d ever laid eyes on… and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the way his jaw dropped when he saw you.
Only now at the banquet, you couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. Not after the less than five words he spoke to you since arriving over an hour ago… As you stand at your table, spinning a glass of wine between your fingers searching for your target you replayed the scarce words you received.
You look so beautiful, you hear him say again as you try to deny that instead of your target, you were searching for Eggsy…
“I see him…” He whispered softly in your ear, coming from no where as he place a hand low on your side, pulling you slightly closer to him. The feeling of his fingertips and the warmth of his breath sent a wave of chills down and through you ending somewhere you rather not say aloud.
It had been over a solid month of this shit and you were beginning to wonder if there was more to it all than just flirting. You were fairly certain that Eggsy made quite an effort to see and be with you… He always seemed to be paired with you, and when he wasn’t he would be checking in through a private line or bringing over shitty movies to watch on your bad days. There was also the part where he seemed to touch you more than he did anyone else… a soft hand on yours here, a light brush of your shoulder there. The way he stood close to you, and looked at you…
Most of the time you’re not sure if you made that look up, other times you know it’s real and wonder if it means what you think it does. Each time, even now– you felt yourself nearly shuddering into an embarrassing puddle of goo, and that annoyed you more than anything else. If there was anything that was bad for your tough bitch routine, it was this.
Saying that Eggsy was charming was an understatement… He was intelligent, funny, gentle, witty… It would take a fool not to see that pretty much every girl he met was smitten (including you if you were being honest…), but he hardly seemed to notice what he did to them. In part, his obliviousness only made him that much cuter to you— that part, also not so good for your image. Eggsy didn’t seem to notice them when you were around at least and you wondered if you were imagining things. Or far more likely that you were projecting your stupid crush on him. Deciding to see things that weren’t there… But after awhile you were pretty positive that he did treat you differently than the rest. Or… at least you thought he did?
This is the part where you realize how confusing this all is.
Whether it was a projection or not you couldn’t help but flirt back, that was for damn sure. Even on those days you didn’t want to like him, and had fully intended to nip this little crush in the arse… you couldn’t stop it. It was all just harmless fun, wasn’t it? That’s all it would ever be… right? You two worked together. You were even close friends at this point… There was no way he felt the same way about you, plus even if he did— you were pretty sure that Roxy liked him as well. And if she did, well that was a line you wouldn’t cross. Ever.
Not even for someone that looked that good in a suit.
“Where?” You whispered back finally, pulling your glass of champaign to your lips. You scope the area with soft eyes in search of your target, feeling his warm breath dance down your neck and shoulders softly. It took all of your composure not to tremble right there and you wondered if he knew what he was doing to you. Something about the soft chuckle he released at your neck told you that he did.
“10 o’clock, luv. Just there…” This time when he whispered he was trying to distract you, you were almost certain of it. You peeked your eyes over your shoulder to him before looking at your target; narrowing them on his watching as a smooth smile spread over his lips confirming your suspicions.
Damn, he looks really fucking good… His suit jacket was a bright orange with the bottom half of his peaked lapel a dark shade of onyx. The signature Kingsman glasses shaped his face perfectly, as they always did and his black bowtie and pants complimented his build more than you wanted to let on.
“One of us will have to get the keycard.” When you finally looked to the man at your ten; he placed his arms around both of his female companions, rubbing their shoulders handily. You realize now as Eggsy’s breath tickle at your skin that it was definitely better to just focus on work… If you could just figure out how. “I think I’ll have better luck on this one, Eggsy.” With a smile and slightly more composure you turned your face towards him, being sure to leave your body still softly against his.
Eggsy didn’t move either, he merely smiled down at you just as mischievously. “We could bet on it?”
He knew you well, you had to give him that. You could hardly resist a challenge and found that adding stakes usually made things more exiting— especially when those things were involving Eggsy… so of course you accepted, like he knew you would. Crossing your arms as you lick your reddened lips lightly, being sure to show your neck and cleavage to your advantage. Why? Well… why the hell not?
“Okay…” You started as you tilt your head, hoping he was noticing you the way you were noticing him. “and what do I get if I win this bet of yours?”
Part of you wondered why you were laying on the charm so hard… Maybe it was that plunging neckline or the way that fitted suit hugged his body just right that gave you the nerve. More likely it was that look again, paired with this fucking alcohol. Whatever it was- it made you bold and you certainly enjoyed the way his eyes scanned over you now.
“Anythin’ you want.” He answered in a whisper close to your ear with light eyes, his hand still holding you close to his chest.
“Anything?” You questioned raising a brow as you mock surprise.
Eggsy was more confident today, just like you were and that only made this game you played more fun. But as you lock eyes with him you wonder if this really was a good idea after all. So maybe there were’t any rules against this kind of thing in the Kingsman, but you had your own set rules. Your own boundaries, and lines that you didn’t cross. Getting involved with a coworker was just— not good.
Only, once you got wind of the smile he sent you; it was enough to make you forget those rules, at least for the time being. “And if you win?”
“When I win,” He corrected you smoothly finally pulling his chest from your back, a blanket of chills clung to where he had been and you immediately wished he hadn’t moved. “we’re gonna do somethin’ fun.”
Now is when you definitely know this is a mistake… but instead of stopping it, you simply curled your lips into a smile letting the smallest of deliberate sighs escape. “Something fun, eh Galahad?” You repeated again, your mind jumping to a number of ‘fun’ things you could do to him… “Such as?”
“You gotta wait n’ find out, luv.” After a smile he winked at you and finished his martini.
His fingertips left your side as he made his way towards your target. His confidence radiating like a furnace and for a moment you allowed yourself to admire the graceful way his shoulders moved and his lightness of foot… You tried swallowing down the soft pin pricks in your chest and stomach; and as you watch each of his footsteps away you know you may be able to win this battle, but you would so not be winning the war…
Now is where you realize your little crush might be a whole lot more than that… Now is where you realize you might really, really like this fucking bloke. “Shit.”
could you do a fluff harry blurb of like a rainy monday with the two of you in your apartment like waking up next to eachother real late in the afternoon and you spend the whole day together wrapped up ;) but he convinces you to come outside and kiss him in the rain bc he's such a rom com lover he wants to share that moment with you :)) xx it sounds real cute in my head
It wasn’t the bright, beautiful rays of the sun that woke Y/N up.
It was the combination of the harsh rain pounding heavily against the window and the chilly breeze that danced its way down Y/N’s body from the open window Harry just insisted you had to have open at night.
Y/N shivered, digging herself deeper into the covers and further into Harry’s embrace. His deep breaths, bordering on snoring, stumbled a bit before he kicked his feet around under the covers and eventually, relaxed in his sleep again.
Since Y/N had now been woken up, she really wasn’t going to fall back asleep, much to her dismay. She peeked over Harry’s body to the digital clock which read 15:04, blinking a few times to find out that yes, her and Harry had literally slept through over half of the day — both very unlikely for either of them.
She shuffled, sitting up and massaging her hands down her face out of tiredness. Outside, the rain hadn’t stopped it’s relentlessness, all the sounds of life mixing together to form the city Y/N and Harry had fallen in love in and with.
“G'back t'sleep.” Harry grumbled, his own shuffling rocking the bed and giving Y/N the faintest breeze of his shampoo.
“It’s 3 p.m Harry, we should probably get up.”
“Later, lay back down with me.”
Y/N yawned and scooted back down into the bed, stretching her limbs against the soft bed sheets. In the darkness of their bedroom, their cuddles felt like a little touch of paradise, their very own bubble of warmth and coziness in the cold room.
Harry settled his cheek against her collarbone, her hands pulling the covers up over his naked back and then resting them entwined around his neck.
Contrary to her earlier statement, Y/N dozed back asleep.
When Y/N woke again, she was by herself. Their bedroom door was propped open, the distinct smell of Harry’s favorite pomegranate flavored tea filling her senses. She stumbled out of the covers, hugging her arms around her body.
Harry sat on their covered deck wrapped in their favorite pink sofa blanket. He lay propped out on the small outdoor couch, mindlessly dragging his tea bag around through his cup but was pleasantly startled by Y/N.
“Hi, love.” Harry spoke, opening a side of the blanket in silent invitation.
She cuddled into his side, laying her head on his shoulder. “What are you doing out here? S'raining.”
“I know, I love the rain though.”
“I know you do.” Y/N agreed, falling back into blissful silence.
There was a certain laziness when it came to watching the rain, listening to the steady hammer pour down the rooftops. Nobody lingered on the streets before them, the occasional car passing by and slurring its way through the slick, muddy streets. The wind would blow and cause goosebumps to rise but with the contrast of Harry’s warm, honeyed skin, Y/N felt content.
“Can y'do me a favor Y/N?”
Y/N looked up and met his eyes, trusting him with her full heart to not even stop and question him before she agreed with a shake of her head.
“Stand up f'me.”
They detangled from the heap of blanket and limbs, Harry wrapping it around Y/N’s shoulders in a make-shift cape with an amused smile. He took a hold of her hands and pulled her out to the middle of their yard, stopping as Y/N halted.
“Harry, the grass is mushy.” She protested with a frown.
“Please?” He tried, a small smile on his face but big enough to pop a dimple out. “For me. I wanna try somethin’.”
Y/N sighed dramatically, sinking into the Earth with every step she took, distaste clouding her features as heavily as the rain clouded the city.
“Harry, it’s raining.” She stated sourly, as if the raindrops pelting their bodies wasn’t obvious enough.
“I know,” Harry giggled, standing her right in front of him. “Now, don’t move. I wanna try somethin’.”
Harry leaned in, slowly and delicately sponging kisses from Y/N’s jawbone to her throat. The contrast of the water droplets and Harry’s warm kisses caused heat to rise to her face, that and the combination of Harry kissing her so intimately out in front of their neighbors. Finally, he paused and cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs.
“I love yeh so much, sweetheart.” He spoke, sealing his words with a sweet kiss to her mouth.
Within a second she was kissing back, standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just refused to wait. It’s a burst of love that’s expressed, not caring if the water soaks through to chill the skin, not even to the bone.
Y/N pulled back, pecking one more chaste kiss to his lips.
“No matter how much you say you love me, know that I love you more.”
Finally…FINISHED!! This took waaaay longer than I thought it would…fun, but kinda tedious really; didn’t mean to make it so big. But I will say I’m pretty proud of the BG for someone that kinda despises BGs…I’m gettin’ better! So all-in-all, mmyeah I’m pretty happy with this…~ :p …I’ll be honest though, can’t wait to move on to somethin’ else.
breathing grew heavier as Negan sauntered in, saying things I couldn’t
make out, then he turned to Rick. I knew for sure that was the Negan I
had known; a man I hoped to have never seen again. As soon as he was
away from my eyesight, I pulled Isaac inside, shut and locked the door;
kneeling down to eye level with my son, I held his arms gently, “I want
you to go upstairs ‘n go in your room with Judith. Lock the door, okay?”
Isaac nodded obediently, “Is the bad man gonna hurt us?”
I shook my head, “No. I’ll hurt him first.”
My little boy smiled and hugged me; I held him close, kissing his cheek, “Go, try to be as quiet as you can. Don’t open the door.”
left my embrace, hurrying up the stairs. As I stood, I felt my hands
shaking and my stomach churning; I hurried to the kitchen sink as bile
shot up my throat. Vomiting in the sink, my entire body began shaking
uncontrollably; I rinsed the sink with my shaking hands and tried to
rinse my mouth.
managed to clean up and head to the front window; there I saw a gang of
men splitting up and heading to houses, and two men were headed up my
porch. I rushed away, still shaking and feeling more bile churn, and got
the handgun hidden under the coffee table. Daryl had left it for me,
having told me that sometimes my knife wouldn’t come in handy, and at
this moment he was right.
heard the heavy footfalls of men just outside the door. One jiggled the
knob, my heart shot into my throat once more; I held the gun in both
hands like Daryl taught me, noticing how heavy it felt in them. The door
handle jiggled more, forcibly; my hands began to shake even more
violently. Then, after a few seconds of silence, the door was kicked
open, and I fired a shot through it, splintering the wood and causing
the door to fly back and shut. The men yelled, my ears began to ring,
and I placed the gun down; the door was kicked open again and the two
large men rushed in, grabbing me and forcing me to the floor.
“Where’s the gun, bitch?” A heavy set man set his knee hard on my back.
the fuck off!” I screamed at him; my cheek was crushed into the
hardwood floor, the side of my cheek were bruising hard against my
“Where’s the fucking gun?” He pronounced each word slowly, close to my face.
“Get the fuck off,” I mimicked his tone, “and you’ll get it, asshole.”
“Negan’s comin’,” the other man said in a huff, “he can turn this out of control bitch straight.”
man removed his knee, and I immediately got to my knees and vomited.
The men made grunts of disgust, but the one who had his knee to my back
grabbed the gun that had been lying beside me. I wiped my mouth with the
back of my hand and looked up; the man near the door was black with a
large smile on his face and the other man too was smiling, he was
overweight, bald and pink as a pig.
“Why the hell are you smiling?” I snapped, struggling to stand.
“Negan’s here,” the pink man snickered.
when I heard him, stomping up the porch. My knees felt weak, I gripped
the wooden kitchen chair, managing to sit before I got sick again.
“What in the fuck is that smell?” Negan demanded in his gruff tone.
turned my head, praying he would just see the mess and go. But as he
stepped in, he made it apparent he wasn’t leaving. The room grew silent,
then he chuckled, “Which one of you assholes puked?”
“Wasn’t us,” the man near the door said coolly. “It was that bitch.”
could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole in my back. I shut my eyes,
shaking even more; my entire body again felt like it was out of control.
My mind and body couldn’t handle being near Negan again, I said a
silent pray to myself, “Please go away, please go away.”
“Hey!” Someone shouted outside, “Get back here!”
turned from me, stomping out the door, along with the men. I shakily
turned my head and saw the entry empty, my stomach settled with my
nerves and I stood up, walking slowly towards the broken and open door
frame. I saw two men, no bigger than Rick, kneeling on a man in a dirty
gray sweat shirt and pants. Negan stood over the man, his barbed wired
baseball bat near the man’s head; I peeked out the door, holding my
“Oh, Daryl,” Negan said in an amused tone as he leaned down with his bat. “What am I gonna do with you?”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t react. My body wouldn’t allow it.
grunted on the ground turning his head on the hot pavement, facing me.
We locked eyes, mine filling with tears, but Daryl shook his head; a
signal. He began to blink quickly, each in rapid secession; I took a
breath and watched his movements. His nods and blinks: .. .—-. – / — -.- ; meaning: I’m OK.
I wiped my eyes, wishing I had told Daryl the truth about Negan. He knew about Negan, he just didn’t know his real name.
tried to code back before I heard Judith cries coming from upstairs.
Moving quick, I ran from the front of the door and up the stairs. I
heard Negan call out something and the heavy men rush back into the
house. I was nearly out of breath once I got to the top of the stairs,
but got some wind back when I saw Isaac at the end of the hall, by his
bedroom door; Judith’s wails were getting louder.
In!” I called to him; Isaac rushed back into the room; I followed,
closing and locking the door. “Under the bed,” I ordered him, then I
went to the bed, where Judith was sitting up and crying.
men were at the top of the stairs before I could comfort Judith and get
her quiet. She cried against my chest, I bounced her and cooed to her,
“Hush, hush, honey, it’s okay.”
of them twisted the handle harshly, calling out to me, “We ain’t gonna
hurt ya,” he said this in a teasing tone; I knew he was lying. “Come on
out with your baby, darlin’.”
didn’t answer, I only rocked Judith, who was now settled and whining
softly. Kissing the top of her head, I leaned against the far end of the
wall, looking down at the floor, under the child size bed Isaac was
hiding under. My heart was racing, my breathing heavy; the men used
their fist to knock at the door, yelling for me to open it up.
The yells and banging brought me back to the moment I left Negan.
relationship I had with Negan was really just sex. Sex every moment we
could get. Yes, he took me out on a date, but within a week I let him
into my shitty twin bed and fucked him.
And I cannot lie, I loved every moment of it.
is a god when it comes to sex, but I definitely wanted more. We had
been seeing each other for six months when I asked him, “What are we?”
were sitting in his pick-up truck outside my shitty apartment complex;
his hand was creeping up my exposed thigh, up the skirt of my dress. It
wasn’t going to be the first time we fooled around and fucked in his
truck. This time, I wasn’t in the mood; my parole had just ended and I
was ready to get my hands on more now that I never had to watch what I
“What are we?” He squinted at me, his hand froze on the inside of my thigh.
“Yeah,” I swallowed, “are we together?”
“Shit, yeah,” he laughed, his hand continued, “don’t think about it.”
he moved in to attack my neck; I felt as if he said this to shut me up.
I shut my eyes momentarily, trying to let it go, but I couldn’t. Even
his mind blowing necking and kisses couldn’t push the thought away.
just, you never invite me over except sometimes…” he continued on
kissing, pulling me closer, “'N we barely make it to the living room…”
Negan paused and pulled back a bit, “So?”
I looked down at him, “So…I was thinkin’, why don’t we move in together or somethin’?”
He cocked a brow, “My wife wouldn’t like that.”
he had punched me in the gut, the pain would’ve hurt less. It was as if
he shattered my world. Everything about our relationship seemed to make
tried to kiss me again, to which I pushed him away. I couldn’t speak, I
only wanted to look at him, to see if he was joking. I hoped he was
“Your wife?” I muttered, “Are you kidding?”
He furrowed his brow, “No. What’s the problem?”
I shoved him completely away, snapping, “You have a fucking wife! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Negan laughed. Tears started to build as he laughed so freely.
He then smiled at me, but he frowned once he saw I wasn’t laughing, “I thought you knew!”
felt my lip quiver as I pulled open the passenger door and climbed out.
I ran to my apartment, cursing angrily that the door was lock; I heard
Negan calling my name as I shoved the key in and closed the door behind
me. He began banging on my door as soon as I locked it and I ran to my
room; I didn’t have a lock on that door, but I didn’t think it would be a
Outside the plywood doors, everyone could hear Negan cursing and calling my name; “Charlotte, open the fucking door! Now!”
of my neighbors, a man who lived right next door had come out and told
Negan to go away. Then it got quiet. I grew fearful, and walked out of
my room, through the tiny kitchen and to the front door. I looked
through the peephole and saw my neighbor holding his jaw and struggling
to stand, but Negan was nowhere in sight.
I believed it was safe to go out, so I opened my door and helped my neighbor; “I’m so sorry! I don’t know why–”
The man waved me off, “It’s okay. Just help me inside.”
in a complex with other former criminals meant no one would call the
police unless they absolutely had to. Unless either one of us were on
fire or being hacked to pieces out in front where everyone could see,
none of us called the police. So I knew that this man would go back into
his home and keep quiet.
man went inside his apartment, thanking me before I retreated back to
mine, believing that Negan had given up. I was stupid to think he would
give up so easily; as soon as I got to my apartment, the door shut
loudly behind me. There was Negan, an angry, dark look upon his face;
his pupils were dilated, making his entire irises look black.
jumped and took off, running to my bedroom, shutting the door, and then
to my bathroom. He called my name in a loud roar, “Charlotte! Don’t
fuckin’ make me come after you!”
bathroom door had no lock either, so I placed my entire back against
the door, trying to barricade it. I could hear him kick my bedroom door
open, and then he let out a loud sigh, “Baby, really?” His tone was
softer this time.
tone of voice made me cry; tears clouded my vision, and my body began
to hiccup with sobs. Perhaps I had overreacted, but I was glad I had,
because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have seen this side of Negan come out
until it was too late. I felt stupid for not seeing the signs earlier
on, I knew he wouldn’t ever be mine and it hurt me.
hurt me even more that he continued on as if it was normal to have a
wife and girlfriend. But seeing him so angry replaced my hurt with fear.
He placed his hand hard on the door, causing me to jump, “Open the door, Charlie.”
I sobbed and shook my head, “N-n-no!”
“Baby,” he cooed, “c'mon, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I never told you about Lucille, but I thought you knew.”
I found anger bubbling up at his careless reply, “Fuck you, Negan!”
Then it was silent.
held my breath as I waited and listened. I wasn’t going to move an inch
until I felt it was safe. But, within a few seconds, Negan began to
bang his fist repeatedly against the door, yelling things I couldn’t
make out over the blood rushing through my ears and heart. My body
jolted as the door rocked under his strength; I continued to push myself
against it, hoping he’d just give up.
But he didn’t.
began kicking the door, causing my body to jerk forward. I still
pushed, anchoring myself until one hard kick broke the door and threw my
body forward, causing me to hit my face against the body of the tub. I
whimpered audibly, trying to get up and back to the door, but
ultimately, I was too slow and Negan was already coming in. Before I
could make another move, he grabbed me by the strap of my dress, pulling me up to my feet, as if I was a kitten being looked at by the fur of its neck.
what you did?” He spoke angrily, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the
bathroom. “If you fuckin’ listen to me, shit like this wouldn’t
threw me on my bed; it creaked loudly under my weight, “Get out,” I
managed to say. My face hurt, it felt as if someone took a shovel and
scooped a chunk out the side of my face.
grabbed the back of my hair, yanking my head back so I was looking up
at him, “You don’t run shit around here, you hear me? I do!”
I snarled, “Fuck you.”
He gripped my hair harder, “You love to piss me off, don’t ya?”
didn’t answer, my entire head was engulfed in pain, yet I defied him.
It was a reflex; in prison, you had to assert your dominance, you
couldn’t let anyone intimidate you. No matter what, I wouldn’t give in;
not even for Negan, who I thought I loved, and who loved me.
“You’re mine, you hear me?” He yanked my hair again.
I winced but kept my tears in, “No, I’m not. Never was and never will be!”
picked me up easily and tossed me further onto my shitty bed, climbing
on top of me, his hands gripped my neck, and mine grabbed at them. He
added pressure but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I believed that he was
trying to scare me.
did I fucking say?” He stared down at me; the lust was more than
apparent in his eyes; I could feel his erection against my stomach.
“Screw you,” I tilted my head back and spat at him.
gripped my neck tighter, “Is this what you fucking want?” He let one
hand go and yanked at the skirt of my black dress, pulling it up, “You
want me to fuck you?”
held my tongue; as much as I didn’t want him, I did want him. I wanted
Negan so bad, but my entire head was all fucked up. One moment I hated
him and the next, I was dying for him and his touch.
pulled my panties down, and I squeezed my hands to his arm around my
neck, trying to remove it, and in one swift move, he hand both of my
wrists above my head. I whimpered and turned my head, burying my face
into my arm. Negan had wrestled his button and zipper down and pulled
his dick from the confines of his boxers.
“If you’re gonna do this, get a condom,” I muttered, my face still turned away.
grabbed my chin, forcing me to gaze into his eyes, his dick was just at
the threshold of my opening, “Look at me,” he ignored what I had said,
“look at me baby.”
stared him down with hate, trying to show him how much I was angry with
him; he pushed into me and sighed, moaning my name, “You’re mine,
Nothing seemed to phase Negan.
kept silent as he fucked me, his hand still holding my wrists down
above my head. Tears rolled down the sides of my eyes as he continued;
his lips left sloppy kisses against my neck, causing more tears. I had
been so eager for love that I thought this was it, but I knew down
deeply that this wasn’t what I deserved. Even as a criminal, I deserved
something better than Negan.
continued to thrust, his free hand pulling my leg up to his hip, his
mouth still kissing my skin. I loved the feeling, though I hated the
man. I moaned softly, wanting more, to which he chuckled darkly,
“There’s my girl.”
gave one hard thrust after I came and relaxed against the bedsheets,
grunting and finishing inside me. I didn’t say a word as he kissed at my
jaw, his teeth nipping at my skin before he kissed up to my lips,
continuing on deeply.
“I love you too, Charlie,” he said after rolling off of me.
lip trembled; I rolled over onto my side, not speaking a word. Negan
too rolled over, his fingers moving up and down my arm, his lips pressed
against the bare skin of my shoulders and back.
sorry,” he added, “I’ll get ya your own apartment close to me,” he
kissed the back of my neck. “We can see each other all the time.”
stared out the window, seeing the sun began to set. I didn’t answer
him. I couldn’t say a word without breaking down and crying, and I
didn’t want to show any more of my weakness in front of Negan.
“You’re the only other one I’m fucking,” he said softly.
I shut my eyes and tried to sleep, pretending Negan wasn’t there, but it was hard with his hard body dipping into my tiny bed.
gotta go,” he said after a few minutes of silence. The bed dipped and
creaked as he got up; I heard his zipper and then heard him sigh.
“Tomorrow, baby, I’ll fix everything.”
I swallowed, my voice cracked as I finally spoke, “Goodbye, Negan.”
He let out a small chuckle, “Goodnight, Charlotte.”
banging on the door outside Isaac’s room had stopped; Judith was quiet
too, suckling her thumb and resting against me. Isaac popped his head
from under the bed, “I c'n come out?”
shook my head, ready to tell him no when the door burst open. There was
Negan and that bloody, barbed wire bat I heard so much about.
Hello!! Just a little filler chapter before the good stuff starts~~!
Please let me know what you think!!
You were stuck in a haze. Occasionally, you would rise to the surface of your consciousness only to fall into the darkness again. You were vaguely aware of the forest around you. But, you couldn’t tell if you were moving or lying down. Everything was turned around.
At one point, you opened your eyes only to see yourself passing by the wolves. They were just standing there, watching as you floated past them. You heard a voice that you hoped was Leo’s. Soon after, you drifted into the dark again. This time it was for a bit longer.
When you woke this time, your head felt less fuzzy but more so in pain. But you didn’t feel the need to sink into the darkness again. Slowly opening your eyes, you stared at the ceiling for a moment. It was a light grey with a very large skylight in the middle. Through it you could see the trees swaying above and bits of the sky beyond that.
This wasn’t your room.
Your fingers felt of the bed. No, this wasn’t yours either. This bed was much softer than the 20 year old box mattress that you usually slept on.
You sat up slowly, ignoring the pain in your head. You pulled up the covers and was relieved to find that all of your clothes were still present. As you scanned the room, you searched for something that would give you some clues. You had a suspicion as to where you were but wasn’t ready to admit it yet. Half of the room was still covered in shadows, the light from the skylight providing limited visibility. You couldn’t tell how large the room actually was. You noticed a small sculpture on the bedside table. It consisted of a fox, a deer, and a wolf crowded together on what looked like a mountain side. What you paid particular attention to was the antlers on the deer. Very pointy antlers. You knew it probably wouldn’t do much but you reached for it anyway. Just in case your suspicions were wrong.
As soon as your fingers wrapped around the small statue, the door opened. You jumped and clutched the figure to your chest as a shield.
Leo stepped into the room and the lights instantly came on. You closed your eyes from the blinding light but opened them again when they suddenly dimmed. It was still brighter than the skylight but didn’t threaten to burn your eyeballs.
You watched him warily as he walked towards the bed. He stopped when his legs hit the mattress. He leaned over and felt of your forehead.
You nodded, still wary. His hand lingered for a moment then returned back to his side.
“Hungry? You slept through most of the night. Its almost dawn.”
You glanced up at the skylight and wondered for a moment if your parents even noticed you were gone. Well, you knew they would notice if you weren’t there to make breakfast for them. But, right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Leo simply nodded and walked towards the door. You rose slowly from the bed and followed after him, thankful that everything seemed to work. He turned around once he reached the door.
“You can leave that here. They don’t really like to leave the room.”
You stared at him, confused, until he motioned towards the small statue.
You gave it a closer look and realized that the eyes on the animals were moving. They appeared to be alive. A short scream erupted from your throat and you quickly put them down on the table. You backed up towards the door and jumped when Leo’s hand wrapped around your wrist.
“I’ll tell you about them later. Follow me.” He allowed no room for protest as he pulled you out of the room. If you were being honest, his hand didn’t feel like an intrusion. It was warm and comforting. The hold was secure but gentle.
You dragged your attention from those dangerous thoughts and focused on the house you were in. Outside of the room was nothing more than one more door at the end of the hallway. He led you in the opposite direction that led to some stairs. As you turned the corner to go down, your mouth fell open at the beauty before you. The house seemed to be a fancy log cabin. The ceiling soared high above and included some of the same skylights that you had seen in the previous room. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture. A large couch sat off to the side opposite an oversized plushy chair. You instantly claimed it in the back of your mind for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.
Turning another corner, you came into the kitchen. It, too, was simple. Just the basic necessities surrounded a rustic table with bulky chairs that looked like they were made from tree limbs.
“Sit.” Leo motioned to one of the chairs and you obliged.
You continued to look around the kitchen and realized that it lacked a stove. You thought it strange but considered that maybe there was something already prepared in the small fridge in the corner.
“What do you like to eat?”
“Well, Mother usually requires eggs and toast. But I usually have to make Father an omelet and sausage.”
“No, y/n, what do YOU like to eat.” He placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him.
You started to answer but stopped. You couldn’t think of a single thing. Your brain told you what you were supposed to cook but not what you wanted to cook.
“I…..I don’t know. I guess I’ve never thought about it. But don’t worry about it. I can find something later I suppose. You don’t even have a stove here.” You rambled as you were forced to break eye contact with him. His gaze was intent on your now heated face.
“Why would that stop me? Let us figure out what you prefer, hmm?” He snapped his fingers and a dozen or more dishes appeared on the table. You had to blink a few times to convince yourself that they were really there.
“Go ahead. If you don’t like anything here, we’ll try more.” His tone suggested that he was serious but you were still in shock.
“How the hell? Did I accidentally sell my soul or something?” You joked as you picked up the fork from the table.
“Would you like to?” His face suddenly came into your vision. His blue eyes shone brightly with mischief. You snapped back in your chair and gripped the fork in your hand.
He smirked and winked before backing up and taking a seat opposite of yours.
“I am only joking. I can create whatever I want and it is sort of my fault that you passed out.”
“How is it your fault?” You inspected a dish of….something and tentatively took a bite. Satisfied with the taste, you took several more bites before moving on to somethin else.
“You were exposed to a bit too much my power in such a short time. That, coupled with the fear you were experiencing, was too much for your body to take. When you passed out, I carried you back here.”
“C-carried me?” The thought caused your cheeks to heat up again.
“Well, I didn’t want to use my powers again just in case it would affect you further.”
“That makes sense, I guess. But why not just take me home? I assume the animals have informed you of where I live. Are you not allowed out of the forest?” You dug into another plate of food, the taste exquisite.
“Yes, I know exactly where you live. And I can go anywhere I please. I just simply chose not to take you home.” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why not?” Your mind wandered to the possibility of whether he was implying that you were not allowed to leave.
“I didn’t feel like you would have wanted to go home after what happened. So I brought you here. And I told you before. I enjoy your company. But, you are not a prisoner here. You may leave if you wish.”
You turned the thought over in your head. He was right, you didn’t want to go back. You picked at the food in front of you, trying to make sense of everything.
“However,” you looked up at him and tried to hide your troubled thoughts, “if you do not wish to go back, you are welcome to stay in the forest.”
“What….what exactly does that mean?”
“It means you can stay with me. You do not wish to go back and I would not deny the company. You can stay here.” His voice was quiet. It was almost as if he was worried about your response.
You surprised yourself by not refusing him immediately. Instead, you felt compelled to agree. The thought of staying in the forest brought you peace. You felt a freedom that was foreign to you. What exactly did you have to want to go back to?
The only problem was that he’d said you could stay with him.
“What EXACTLY do you mean by ‘staying with you’?” You placed your fork on your plate, finally full.
He chuckled and rose from his seat. He held his hand out for you to take. You hesitated but eventually placed your hand in his. The warm electricity that you’d felt earlier jolted back into body. You took a deep breath as you followed him through the living room again. He led you back up the stairs and passed by the room you had woke in. He stopped at the end of the hallway in front of the door you’d seen before. He released your hand and you had to stop yourself from grabbing it again.
“Go on in.” He stepped back, allowing room for you to open the door.
You turned the knob and gasped when you saw the room before you. It was exactly how you had imagined a room of your own in your dreams. A plush bed covered with a dozen pillows. A cozy oversized chair under a floor lamp. Even a picture window that looked out over a beautiful meadow.
“You didn’t think I would make you stay in my room with me, did you?” His voice was close and you turned to see him directly behind you. “Unless you want to.”
You looked at Leo, wide eyed. He winked and you rolled your eyes at his blatant teasing.
“How did you…?”
“I may need to apologize for invading some of your thoughts while you slept. But, I wanted to prepare it for you in the case that you agreed. I can change anything that you are not happy with. Or if I missed something, I can add it.”
“Its perfect. It is how I always imagined it.” You stepped further into the room and turned, noticing a small door off to the side. You opened it, revealing a lovely bathroom.
Overcome with joy, you couldn’t resist whirling around and wrapping your arms around Leo’s waist. He stilled instantly and you finally realized what you’d done. Embarrassment flooded through you.
“I’m so sor–” You started to apologize as you released him. You were stopped short when his arms circled around you and pulled you closer.
Eva: “What the Sim Gods are you talking about? Look, I apologise if he’s hurt you, but he’s not going to -”
Heloise: “It’s only a moment of time before he gets bored of you and moves onto somethin’ else, sweetheart. We both know that Forrest is unobtainable - nothing is good enough for him. He always gets bored so easily. At least I had some spunk to keep him on his toes. But…what do you have? Maybe a few years at most, because we both know you’re gonna die looonnnggg before him!”
Eva doesn’t know what to say, she is completely taken aback by the venom dripping from this woman’s words. There are no words or comebacks that spring into her mind to defend herself with, just a sense of crippling self-doubt.
Heloise: “I’ll give you one last chance, Suga - end this now before anyone gets hurt. If you go through with this, I promise to make your life miserable from here until the short time when you die of old age!”
Panties, it's me, the egg 🍳 Imagine being yandere sugar daddy's Macimillen's Lady Luck sugar baby in the casino scene from the doomfist comic and he always have you dressed up and by your side and always have to sit on his lap at the roulette table. Tho originally you were supposed to be his secretary and had a strictly business-like relationships but Max decided to make an aggressive move on you or somethin and you were forced to have this romantic relationship
✿ Paring: JungkookXreader ✿ Word-count: ❹․❶k ✿ Genre: Angst/(smut in the future) ✿ Keywords/warnings: Fuckboy!au ⁞ sadness ⁞ pregnancy!au ⁞ Mention of dead ⁞ betting ⁞ Gang BangTan ⁞ this is just a story about pure sadness ⁞ It is a series tho~ ⁞ Smut next part ✿ Summary:‘But then you left me, because of a bet? Because I was only some toy in your eyes? You even told me that you didn’t feel anything for me! So why Jungkook. Why do you feel the fucking urge to come and fuck with my head again? It’s not like you would’ve actually cared about the child.’ ✿ A/N: I’m going to make a series out of this, but only if you guys really like it. Feel always free to leave a request, I’m happy to take them^*^
‘Miss, are you sure nobody is here to support you? This is quite a hard decision to make on your own.’ The doctor asked you as you took your place on the dental shear. The air in the room felt cold and just a little bit of warmth flew through the air by the smiling doctor. She smiles gently at you and seems like the only thing in the room that could use the word 'color’ to describe her appearance, having a blouse with colorful roses on it. Her smile also gave you that little extra warm feeling that you were so-needed. The rest of the room only looks white and boring, but it somehow only made you more nervous for what you were about to do. Something what you thought that never would happen to you at all.
I love the way your blog is set up and the way you portray the characters! I was wondering if you could do, getting high/trying drugs for the first time with the 2Ps. If you don't want to do it that's fine, I just thought it would be interesting. <3!
((thank you haha. and oh my god, plz read these in sleepy stoned voices i beg of you x’D ))
The 2Ps when they’re high:
2p!america: [the hunger games one] hhhhh oh look fooddddd– *falls over a plate of spaghetti* mine mine miiiiiiineeeee– *starts clumsily shoving food in his mouth, hisses whenever someone gets near his food* get yo ass away from my spaletti bro
2p!china: [the i-want-to-stop-laughing-but-i-can’t one] aaaahahahahAAAaaAAAA…. stop, my ribs hurt ahaaa…! i’m so fucking happy rn hahahaaaa!
2p!england: [the paranoid one] aaaaah oh my gosh what if the police are comingggg… you are all planning something i’m scareddddd guh–
2p!france: [the sleepy one] i feel fuckin’ exhausted what the fuck *trips* i’m just gonna crash here for a sec *stays on the floor and falls asleep in like 2 seconds*
2p!russia: [the can’t-keep-their-head-up one] what is this *facewalls* i can’t… *sits and head falls to side* i’m so tired ughhh *slides to the ground and rests head because weak and heavy a’f*
2p!italy: [the time travel one] first of all……..,,, i wanna know how… you went from sittin’ on the couch… to over there………….,,, ? you was just like.. there one second agoo bruh?? *points lazily, stumbling around* why is time going so sloooow like, wha–?
2p!germany:[the i-have-to-tell-the-world-i’m-high one] *laughing* i’m high as fuuuuuuuck…….,,,,, yo, i’m hiiiiigh *uncontrollable giggling* let’s take some pictas man i stg i’m highhhhh lmfao
2p!japan: [the i-see-cartoons one] *le gasp* oh my goddd…. are you guys seeing pikachu? *chuckling* you guys look, there’s pikachuuu
2p!canada: [the major munchies one] bruh…….. bruuuuuuh… like, i’m so fuckin’ hungry… i’m gonna go get some like….. burger king or some shit,,
2p!romano: [the trust-issues one] y’all talkin’ shit about me… y’all laughin’ over there… you look like y’all talking about me…! why are you talking about meeeee
2p!austria: [the i-see-dead-people one] yo yoooo y’all are crazy… you all shut up ‘cause i swear i saw somethin’ move over there… there’s a shadow, i saw it move i’m tellin’ youuuuuuuuu– oh y’all don’t believe me ok
2p!prussia:[the super chill and laidback one] this is so great… i feel so light and carefree hehehe… do you guys love me, i think you guys love me… ahaha, everyone loves me for once yaaaaaayyyy *stumbling around in circles looking for random people to hug*
“Hey Shouyou, do your muscles hurt or somethin? You’re moving really stiffly.” Bokuto scooted closer to the omega who was currently hunched over on his floor, arms wrapped around his knees as he tried to play the video game Bokuto had picked out for them.
“No! I’m okay!” Hinata perked up as Bokuto moved closer, his voice coming out in a raspy squeak that the alpha had to strain to hear. Kuroo snickered from the bean bag chair in the corner of Bokuto’s bedroom, his face covered by a volleyball magazine.
“Well are you sick then? You don’t sound so good, you could’ve stayed home if you felt bad!” Bokuto invaded the small omega’s space even more, dropping down to the floor beside him as he tried to figure out why Hinata was acting so strangely, despite coming all the way to Tokyo to visit for the weekend. Hinata just shook his head in response, his fluffy orange hair swishing back and forth as he tried to turn his head away so Bokuto couldn’t see the blush on his cheeks. Kuroo just laughed again, peeking his eyes out over the top of the magazine to watch the scene playing out in front of him.
“Then what is it, Shouyou? Is it too hot, did I make you mad? Did Kuroo make you mad?”
“I didn’t do a damn thing to him, Kou and you know it.” Kuroo chucked the magazine at Bokuto’s head, apologizing when it nearly hit Hinata instead. “If only your nose didn’t suck so bad you’d realize why Hinata wanted to come to Tokyo in the first place. Right, little crow?”
Hinata tried to deny it at first with another shake of his head, but the overwhelming presence of not one, but two strong alphas in the room was enough to get him to nod, and agree that yes. That was exactly the reason he had asked to come to Tokyo this weekend.
Bokuto, clearly not understanding the silent conversation between Kuroo and Hinata, leaned in, quickly taking a sniff at the omega’s neck, just behind his ear. Bokuto’s blood began to burn its way south as soon as he got a whiff of the omega’s sweet scent, and Hinata shivered underneath him, clearly sensing the alpha’s change in temperament.
“I can smell it. You’re in heat, Shouyou.”
Hinata whimpered and nodded his head, his body nearly melting at the heat radiating off of Bokuto’s body. Kuroo stood from the beanbag chair only to plop back down on Hinata’s other side, leaning in close so that he could also drown himself in the omega’s desperate scent.
If Kuroo wasn’t his friend, Bokuto would’ve growled at the other alpha for invading his space, especially with a needy omega in his arms. But he and Kuroo simply grinned at each other over Hinata’s head, knowing they had alot to look forward to in the next few hours.
“Are you sure, Shouyou?” Bokuto asked just before he laid his hand on Hinata’s thigh, knowing that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to tear himself away. Though they weren’t officially mated, neither of them were to this little omega, they had done this before, and they needed to check to make sure Hinata was still okay with the situation.
Hinata just nodded once again while clearing his throat. “It’s why I came to Tokyo.”