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1999.08.02 // #happymarkday #happymarkleeday ♡

happy 18th birthday to the fully capable mark lee!!! i am always amazed by how much you’ve accomplished at such a young age, and i look forward to all the things you’ll be showing us in the future!! you are an inspiration to us all, lee minhyung. we love you, baby boy!!! ♡ (but not so baby anymore!!)

Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None


“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 


 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

I started feeling the need to edit so I just had to feature an edit with this little guy  ♥️️

This cutie’s name is Arthur and he belongs to the amazing @bratsims

I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793



It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

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A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040


It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.



“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

Imagine you and Chris talking about your future together.

A/N: Epilogue ❤️❤️❤️ I don’t know how I decided to end up here, but as a reader- I’m just overjoyed that my brain came up with this. *heart exploding, quietly dying* Oh, and before you ask- there will be more chapters to come. Anyhoo…Let’s get on with it. Enjoy! You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B)

You and Chris did not end up talking after entering his house together, and by together- the two of you were basically one. He swept you off your feet, like he did the first time you got together and carried you inside his house. The state of tidiness of his vacant house transformed the second the two of you got inside, scattered items of clothing on the floor and furniture moved from their original place. Then there was the quick break in-between that left his kitchen bench with two used wine glasses and a half-emptied out bottle of your favorite wine; Moscato. His pristine bathroom suffered slightly too; a non-traditional bath and shower were had, one after the other. Let’s just say the two of you made good use of whatever precious time you had together, reintroducing yourself to your partner and familiarizing every inch and every curve you could of each other before you had to say goodbye again.

“We’re not going to sleep, are we?” Chris murmured into your hair, chuckling softly when he saw what time it was; 4:47AM. You smiled and shook your head, tightening the arm you had draped over his torso. “It is so good to be back in bed with you,” he admitted. “Amongst other things,” he whispered flirtatiously then chuckled when you buried your face into his chest, blushing deeply. “Here I was thinking we wouldn’t have time,” he poked your side and you squirmed, laughing.

“Oh please,” you pulled away from him and sat up, turning your whole body to face him as you sat crossed legged. “Like you were actually going to talk to me after we just made up.” He laughed. “You’re a guy,” you bit playfully and he scoffed, pretending to be offended. “You were going to make use of the make-up sex before anything else.” You chuckled when he scrunched his nose, smiling and nodding in agreement. “But that’s okay, ‘cause I can be a real guy sometimes too.” He laughed, placing a hand on his left pec. “But,” you began as you tried to stop laughing along with him. “Now we can actually talk, because it’s obvious we need to if we want this to last. And I want this to last,” you told him with a great deal of emphasis.

“Me too,” he nodded and sat up straight, leaning against his headboard and reaching for your hand; your fingers entwined with his. “Okay,” he let out a quick sigh, “um- let’s figure out where we went wrong this time and avoid doing it again at all cost.”

“There’s not much to figure out because I already know where we went wrong, and by we- I mean…Me,” you mumbled sheepishly then pursed your lips. “It was entirely my fault,” you said when you saw him tried to correct you. “I should’ve just talked to you, Chris. Asked you for help and depended on you rather than toughing it out. As your girlfriend, it was a prerogative and I failed to use it. Everything that came after was because of my idiocy, and I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t the only one,” he shook his head, squeezing your hand. “I should have approached things with a more rational and mature perspective. I am the adult in the relationship, after all.” He said then chuckled when you scoffed with a smile. “I knew you were doing it all to prevent me from worrying and I should have left it alone, but I had a bad day and I really wanted to hear your voice and- I don’t know, things just got out of hand.” You nodded in agreement with a small smile on your lips. “I’m really sorry I said all those things, I didn’t mean any of it. You know that, right?”

“Oh,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion as you began to tease him. “So you didn’t mean it when you said you’re nowhere near fucking perfect?” He could hear the playful tone in your voice so he just chuckled. “How you can’t be the perfect guy I want you to be? Oh, and what was that you said- you don’t know how to live up to my incredibly high expectations?”

“I don’t like how good your memory is.”

“And I don’t like how fucking perfect you are,” you retorted with a smile, making him smile. “Look-” you began then cut yourself off with a sigh. “I know you did mean what you said when you said all that,” you told him and he immediately tried to defend himself when you stopped him. “No, I’m not-” you chuckled, “I’m not mad. I just wanted to let you know that- you’re wrong, Chris. You are perfect and you are the perfect guy I want and need in my life.” The smile on his lips returned and you found yourself smiling along with him. “And I know my expectations are ridiculously high and incredibly intimidating, but- you’ve never disappointed me before. I mean- you risked your job and flew back for me. I’ve never had a guy give up the last bite of chocolate cake, let alone do what you just did.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” he chuckled.

“Well- believe it,” you chuckled, “because it’s true. No one has ever put me above their own wants and needs and responsibilities before. You are the first, which is why I intend to make you my last,” you told him and he smiled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto him. You chuckled, breaking your fall with your hand as your body crashed against his. “You are the kind of guy I write about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for coming to life and for making what I thought could only be a dream- a reality,” you whispered, your lips inches from his.

“You just cannot stop that writer’s brain of yours, can you?” He chuckled, gently tucking the loose strains of your hair behind your ear. You chuckled softly and shook your head, caressing his bearded face in your hand. “You’re very welcome, Y/N. And you know what, I never thought I’d find a girl like you. You are the kind of girl I read about and could only dream of being with, so thank you. Thank you for finding me, for giving me a chance, and for helping me achieve a love as strong as the one you wrote about.” He leaned in and was about to press his lips against yours when you leaned back and pressed the pads of your right hand fingers on his lips. “What?”

“You kinda plagiarized my words,” you told him and he chuckled, playfully nibbling on your fingers. “Ah, Chris!” You giggled and pulled your hand away, resting it on his chest. “But luckily I love you too much to care,” you smiled and leaned in, meeting his lips for the- hundredth time that night. “I love you, Chris Evans.”

“And I love you too,” he whispered back then mumbled under his breath, “Y/N Evans.” You pulled back, biting back your smile as you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” He chuckled. “I already said I was going to marry you. Even if you don’t take my last name for professional reasons- like young Y/N in your mini-series, you’re still going to be an Evans.”

“You do realize we’re not married yet, right? I mean-” you held up your left hand and wiggled your empty ring finger at him, making him chuckle softly. “We’re not even engaged yet, Chris. I know we will be one day, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” You teased him and he gently pushed you off him. “What?” You laughed when he got out of bed, walking over to his dresser. “I’m just teasing you. Are you really that offended?” He glanced back at you and made a face that quite easily said “you’re ridiculous”. “No, you’re ridiculous,” you quipped back, tossing a pillow at him.

“Do you want to know what getting ahead of myself looks like?” He quizzed, pulling something out of his sock drawer. His back was turned towards you so you couldn’t see what was in his hand, you could only guess. The assumption was enough to stop yourself from breathing. “Getting ahead of myself is getting an engagement ring before I even ask the girl I want to marry to be my girlfriend.” He turned around and held up a traditional Tiffany&Co ring box. “That’s um- that’s getting ahead of myself,” he chuckled softly.

“Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with both hands, hiding your growing smile and utter shock.

“I was going to keep it until you were a little older,” he told you as he made his way back towards the bed. He sat down opposite you, holding the box out. “But um- I don’t know, this seems as good a time as any. We don’t have to get married immediately, we can just be engaged until the right time comes along.” He realized you still hadn’t said anything and he winced, quickly adding, “if you’re down for a long engagement, of course. If you’re not, I can put this back and we can forget this ever happened. I just wanted you to know I am serious about marrying you, I’m not just saying it for fun. Can you please say something?” He chuckled, pulling your hands from your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I’m- that is a ring box,” you said as a matter-of-fact and he chuckled, nodding as he held it up. “From Tiffany&Co, like- like my story.” He nodded again, smiling. “And you- you want to propose now if I’m okay with a long engagement? Which- obviously we’ll be having ‘cause Infinity War and-” you pointed at yourself as you continued to breathlessly ramble, “university.”

“Mm hm,” another nod from Chris. “It’s your call, sweetheart. ‘Cause I’m down for anything as long as you’re the person I’m doing it with.” You let out a quick breath as your eyes fell back on the ring box that Chris was fiddling with in his hand; left and right, he’d turn it. “We don’t have to do this, we can wait a few years and I can propose with more-”

“Yes,” you cut him off with a nod and Chris felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes…as in?” He quizzed and you nodded which confused him even more, though the smile on his face told you that he knew what your 'yes’ meant. “Like- you want to get engaged now or you want to wait a few years?”

“Yes, I want to get engaged now!” You answered with a laugh and he managed a nervous one as he fumbled to open the box, revealing the ring you’d always imagined you’d get from him; he really knew you well. “Oh my God,” you breathed as he gently pulled it from the box, taking your left hand. “This is- this is not happening.” He chuckled as he slipped it into place; a perfect, glistening fit. “I’m engaged to Chris Evans.”

“Yes you are,” he chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips. “And you know what that means, don’t you?” He teased in a suggestive tone, making you laugh as you rose to rest your weight on your knees. “See,” he chuckled as your arms wrapped around your neck and his hands moved to rest on your waist. “We’re made for each other.”

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Chapter 3 is in the works.  Chapter 3, Part 1

anything that is beautiful
people want to break
and you are beautiful
i’m afraid

“All you and I ever were is just meaningless specks in this vast universe who’s feet will never leave the ground. We were never special. We were never spacemen.”

“But you made me believe that I could be.”

                                                                  -Some Boys Are Monsters by @earily

I cried during that video because it made me sad that they were just trying to make us happy when they weren’t themselves.

So if you watched this video know that whatever you’re going through you will get through it and people love you and if you think that your mental health isn’t important, it is, before you try to cheer people up, cheer yourself; go for a walk, eat your favourite food, watch your favourite video or movie or tv series because the only way you can make others happy is by making yourself happy. I love you. The Twins love you. You are loved, don’t forget that please.

It was directly to me, Suho was telling TE AMO to the fans, and then I made eye contact with Kai, so I started to jump and scream with my cousin, he did this adorable jump, while making “fun” of us, it was just a few seconds but believe me, these were the best seconds of my life, HE MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 16

Summary: Negan warned you about teasing him, so he shows you that he’s still in charge.

Warnings: some tamed smut this time, but still smut. FUCKING cursing.


Negan led you into the small building where there were candles burning around the room to give off some light.
The store didn’t seem to be suffering too badly, there were a lot of canned goods on a couple shelves and from what you could see a decent amount of guns.
It seemed as if the group wasn’t suffering as bad as they wanted to make it seem, it looked as if they had been scavenging and stealing from others as well.

“Looks like they have plenty of supplies.” You said looking around the room at everything else they had.

You were beginning to think like one of the Saviors, you were looking around picking out - mentally - all the things that would be useful to take back.

Negan walked up behind you throwing his jacket onto a nearby chair and setting Lucille down carefully as he always did.
He would violently crack her over someone’s head, but would set her down with the utmost care of a newborn baby.
It made you shake your head in amusement everytime you saw it.
It was just one of several reasons why you liked Negan so much.

At this point you knew that your feelings were starting to get stronger, the word love sometimes crept into your mind and while you often tried to shun it away, you knew that living in denial wasn’t an option anymore.
You’d love to spill your heart out to Negan and tell him, but that was a scary thought.
Negan liked you, but you doubted that he felt stronger than about you.

“Yeah, I’ll fuckin’ have the men come in and get all this shit when we’re finished here, but that’s not the reason my fuckin’ dick is hard right now.” He said in a smooth tone as he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.

He quickly bent down to grab you by your thighs, lifting you up and setting you onto a counter where a cash register had once been.
He kept his grip on your thighs and pulled you closer to him.

You wrapped your legs tightly around him as you could feel his erection rubbing into you again.
You bit your lip, looking up to him.
He kissed you roughly, grabbing the back of your hair again.
He pulled your head back and moved his mouth down to your neck, you could feel his warm breathe on you as he bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck and left marks.

He always wanted to leave marks so everyone would see who you belonged to. Everyone already knew you were Negan’s, but he wanted them to be reminded over and over.
But you definitely had no complaints, because you loved every single minute of it.

You reached over gripping at his shirt to pull it off, but he stopped you, “I don’t fuckin’ think so, darlin’. I told you I’m in fuckin’ charge.”

He reached up, unbutting your shirt, but soon became annoyed by how many buttons there were.

“Fuck this.” He growled as he ripped the shirt open.

You could hear think CLINK of the buttons as they fell to the floor.
He ripped your bra down fast and grabbed ahold of your breasts with his hands.
He worked his mouth down your chest until he got to them and ran his tongue over you, taking turns to licked at your nipples.
you clenched your legs tighter around him as he took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it.
A soft moan escaped your lips as you grabbed his hair.

“What the fuck did I just tell you, babydoll?” He growled seductively and stood up, undoing his belt.

You blinked and felt that burst of fear and excitement like you usually did when he took off his belt.
He pulled it quickly from his pant loops.
You started to get up and turn your backside to him, to assume the usual position when it was time for punishment.

“Don’t fuckin’ move. Stay there.” He ordered.

You did what you were told and didn’t move.
You sat there and looked up at him with a furrowed brow in confusion.
So far when he had taken his belt off that meant you were going to get spanked by him.

“Hold your fuckin’ arms out. Now.” He ordered again, as he licked his lips sexily.

You quickly stuck your arms out, not wanting to make him wait and he took his belt and wrapped it around your wrists, securing them tightly.
This was the first time you had ever been restrained by him.
It excited you even more.
He took your bound wrists and put them over his shoulders, so you were hanging onto his neck.

“Who’s in fuckin’ charge?” He asked as he looked into your eyes with a wicked smile.

You smirked a bit, “You are, Negan.”

“You are such a good fuckin’ girl sometimes.” He growled as he unbuttoned your pants and swiftly yanked them off.

You shivered as you could feel the cold counter on your bare backside, but you could still feel the heat raging in your core as you waited for him to have his way with you.
You craved it as you always did.
Negan quickly unbuttoned his own pants as he pulled out his throbbing cock.
You bit your lip anxiously waiting.
He rubbed himself on the outside of your wet folds.
you let out another soft moan as he began rubbing the head of his cock in circles around your clit.

“Fuck..” You moaned softly.

You could feel yourself dripping wet now as he continued teasing you with his cock.
Negan chuckled and took a free hand to grab onto one of your hips, and without warning, quickly shoved himself into you.
you gasped a bit, you were starting to think you’d never get used to his size.
But that was not at all a bad thing to you.
And apparently Negan thought the same.

“Goddamnit, fuck.. Darlin’, I can barely ever get my dick in this sweet ass pussy.” He smiled, biting his lip as he shoved himself deeper into you.

You let out a yelp and wrapped a leg around him again, he pulled out halfway and shoved himself back into you, and you moaned louder as you could feel your wetness now beginning to slick his thick cock.
He began to thrust into you hard as he then grabbed you by your throat.
your moans began growing louder and you didn’t give a shit if anyone outside heard either of you, he grinded himself into you hard and grunted at how tight you were.

“This pussy was fuckin’ made for me.” He growled and tightened his grip on your neck.

“It’s all yours.” You moaned back to him as you buried your head into his neck.

“You’re damn fucking right it is, babydoll.” Negan groaned back as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

You moaned as you could feel the intensity of your oncoming orgasm beginning to build up.

You struggled against your restraints.
You wanted to run your hands all over him, but your wrists were secured and you knew there was no getting out until Negan released you.

He grunted as he thrust even harder into you, and you could feel his cock going as deep as it could.
Your walls began to tighten around him.
You moaned louder as you threw your head back.

Negan growled in pleasure as he watched you.
He took his hand from your throat to grab your hair and pull your head back to go at your neck again with his mouth.

He began sucking at the the sweet spot that drove you crazy, heightening the feeling of pleasure that was already coursing through you.

You began to get louder with your moans as a scream began to escape your lips.

Negan bit your neck hard one last time, leaving some teeth marks before he ran his tongue back up to your jawline and slipping it into your mouth, hungrily.

He pulled back with his eyes full of lust as they burned into yours, “Fuckin’ cum for me, darlin’.” He grunted heavily as he continued his pace.

You bit your lip hard, “Yes.. Daddy.” You moaned back to him.

You could see his trademark smirk spread across his face as he heard you call him daddy.
He let out a small chuckle as he rammed himself into you even harder, keeping up his perfect rhythm and you let out a scream this time.

“Goddamn, that’s what I fuckin’ love to hear.” He growled back as he watched you cry out in pleasure.

You balled your hands into fists as he continued, and you could feel your climax welling up inside you now.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuckin’ do it, babydoll.” He demanded, burying his cock deep inside you.
His face scrunched in pleasure as he moaned, “Oh fuck baby, please cum for me.”

That was it, that was enough to send you over the edge and as you gripped him tighter.

“Negan!” You cried out as you felt the bliss of your orgasm washing over you in waves as the intensity grew and you wrapped yourself tightly around him as you grinded onto his cock.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he thrust into you once more and you could feel him cum inside you.

He let out another groan as he gripped your hair tightly.
He slowed his pace into you as you could feel him spilling out of your wetness now.
You both were dripping at this point.

You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breathe.
Negan smiled and pulled your head towards him.

“Goddamn, I can never fuckin’ get enough of this shit.” He breathed out and bit your lip.

“Trust me, I know the feeling.” You said back.

He chuckled and pulled himself out of you.
He buttoned his pants and you sat there and watched him, enjoying every move he made.
He removed your arms from his shoulders, and undid the belt that was restraining your wrists, it had made red indents in your skin from where it had been.

“I guess that’s use number two for the belt.” You chucked, rubbing the red marks on your wrists.

Negan licked his lips, “It’s not gonna be a fuckin’ problem, now is it, darlin’?”

You blinked and shook your head back at him with a smile.

You both gathered up your stuff and you hopped off the counter, slipping your pants back on.
This time Negan watched as you got dressed as he usually did, with Lucille now propped on his shoulder in her usual place. His eyes still filled with lust as he watched you.

You tried to rebutton your shirt as best you could, there were a few left, but you were gonna have to hold it closed.

“Uhh, I think this shirt is totalled.” You said, pulling it closed as you looked over to him.

“Fuck it. It was fuckin’ worth it, best fuckin’ quickie I’ve had in a long time.” He said, eyeing you up and down.
“But-” he said, setting Lucille down and slipping off his leather jacket, “I don’t want anyone else seeing that fine fuckin’ ass body, so here.” He said, holding out his jacket to you.

You smiled back to him and took it, slipping your arms into it.
You were more excited than you should have been about wearing his jacket, but you couldn’t help it.
It was a bit big for you, but was still perfect.
You could smell Negan’s intoxicating scent on it.

Negan put Lucille back onto his shoulder and smirked at you in it, “You look pretty hot, babydoll. But don’t fall too much in love with it. I do want it the fuck back.”

You nodded, “I know, I know.”

You both walked out of the store.
Some of the crew had already left to take some of the prisoners back, but Dwight, Simon and some of the others were still outside, waiting in the vehicles.

Negan walked up to the truck that Simon and Dwight were in and banged on the door hard.
Simon opened the passenger door.

“Yeah, boss?” He asked.

Negan pointed to the building with Lucille, “You and Dwight get in there and get the shit they have left. They have a lot of food and some guns. Get fuckin’ all of it.”

“Right on.” Simon said with a nod.

He and Dwight got out and disappeared inside the building.

You looked around to see all the bodies still laying on the ground.

“So, are we just gonna leave them there?” You asked, looking to Negan, then back to the bodies.

“Well, we’re not wasting time moving those dead fucks. I don’t plan on coming back to this fucker after they empty it.” He said, shifting his eyes to you.

You nodded and glanced back to them one more time.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He said, walking back over to the truck you had come in.

You followed as both of you got in and began to make your way back to the sanctuary.

You were still tired, so you laid your head back onto the seat and closed your eyes.

Negan looked over you, “Tired or something, darlin’?”

You opened your eyes back up and looked over to him with a nod, “Just a little.. You kinda wore me out back there.”

He bit his lip and chuckled, “I warned you, darlin’. And I thought you slept at the fuckin’ sanctuary earlier?”

You let out a breathe remembering the nightmare, “It wasn’t that great.”

“Why not?” He asked, cutting his eyes to you.

You shrugged and glanced to the floor.
You didn’t know whether to tell him about the nightmare or not, but you didn’t want him to see you as weak, so you decided against it.

“I don’t know.” You said in a dull tone.

He looked over to you as his mouth stretched into a thin line, “When are you gonna stop with that lying bullshit, darlin’? It’s way too goddamn easy for me to see through that fuckin’ shit and you fuckin’ sucks at it.”

“Look, it just wasn’t good.” You said, with a hint of an attitude in your voice.

He squinted his eyes at you as he caught on to it.

“Watch your tone, darlin’. I can still take my fuckin’ belt off, you know.” He said giving you a stern look.

You rolled your eyes at him.

He gritted his teeth and glared at you, “Are you about to be on the goddamn rag or something?”

“No.” You snapped back at him.

Negan slammed on the breaks as the truck fishtailed on the road before coming to a violent stop.
you both were jerked forward in your seats, but the seatbelts kept either of you from slamming into the dashboard.

He put the truck in park and grabbed you by the face, which was still some what bruised from the Amber situation.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what the fuck your goddamn problem is all of a sudden. But you need to get it fixed real fuckin’ quick.” He growled roughly at you, his eyes burning into yours.

Even you didn’t know why you had an attitude so suddenly.
You guessed it was for the fact that you were and exhausted and embarrassed about the nightmare and the fact that you now realized that you loved Negan and he probably didn’t feel the same.
You didn’t even know how to tell him that you loved him.
Nor did you feel like you could express your growing hatred for his other wives or any new wives that might eventually show up, because he would only tell you to get the fuck over it.
The thought of him being with another women, besides you, drove you crazy.
But to put it plainly, you were mainly scared.
You were scared of something happening to him because of everything going on and scared of going a day without him.
You had all of these emotions running around at once and it was coming out in this sudden attitude.
You were scared of losing him now, but you were also angry at the fact that he had you wrapped around his finger, so much so that you were willing to kill for him.
You huffed and averted your gaze from his as you thought about it.

He pulled your face closer to him, “Babydoll, throwing a goddamn tantrum ain’t gonna get you your fuckin’ way, take my fuckin’ word for that one.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked back to him, “I’m sorry.”

He gave a nod back and released your face from his grip.
He leaned back into his own seat and put the truck in drive again and you continued back to the sanctuary.

When you finally got back, it was a quick exit for you.
You got out of the truck and began walking up to the building.

Negan didn’t say anything else to you, he glanced towards you as you walked away and shook his head, letting you go so you could cool off.

You made your way up the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your room.
Your anger had subsided and now all you felt was a bit of annoyance.
It wasn’t easy adjusting to everything, so you didn’t feel that bad for getting angry.
You had almost made it to your room when a female voice called after you.

You turned around to see a tall, skinny, dirty blonde walking towards you.
You recognized her as one of the other wives.

Just great.

She walked up to you, but she didn’t have a look of anger on her face the way Amber used to have everytime she saw you.
But you definitely didn’t consider her a friend.

“Yeah?” You said back in a confused tone.

She looked to you in surprise.

“Is that Negan’s?” She asked, pointing to the jacket.

You looked down and realized you were still wearing it.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, it is. Can I help you.. Uh, fuck I don’t even remember your name.”

“Sherry.” She said blunty, with her mouth in a thin line.

You remembered her now, she used to be Dwight’s wife.

“Well, what do you want? It’s not the best time.” You said with some annoyance in your voice.

“I was wondering if you were going to spend the night with Negan… Again. Because I’d like to have some time.” She said, looking back to you.

“I kinda doubt it. But if you want me to be blunt, Sherry. He and I just fucked, so I’m pretty sure he’s good.” You said with a sneer.

Attitude or not, you’d be damned if you’d give him up to one of the other wives.

Sherry was taken aback by that and parted her lips as if to say something, but she didn’t.

“Need anything else?” You said, throwing a hand up.

She shook her head, “No. Do you know where he is?”

You gritted your teeth as bit and cleared your throat, “He’s downstairs somewhere.”

She nodded and walked away without another word.
you rolled your eyes again and you turned and opened the door to your room and walked inside.
You threw your gun down onto the desk in its usual resting spot and walked to the bathroom to take a shower, wondering what Negan would say to Sherry if she found him.
You hoped that he’d tell her to fuck off, but that wasn’t likely.

You turned the faucet to the shower on and let the water run so it could warm up as much as possible.
You walked over to the mirror that hung over sink, looking at your reflection.
Your face was beginning to heal up pretty well.

The black that was around your eye was now a light purple color mixed with yellow and wasn’t swollen anymore.
You slipped Negan’s jacket off your shoulders and laid it across the sink.
Since your shirt was already fucked, you ripped through the rest of the buttons, letting them fall to the floor.
You also let the shirt slip fall to the ground and looked at your stab wound in the mirror.
It was healing up nicely as well.
It didn’t hurt anymore, but the stitches were still in it, so at some point you knew you’d need to go see the doctor to have them removed.

You took in a deep breathe and slipped the rest of your clothes off and got into the luke warm shower.
You’d give anything to have an incredibly hot shower again, but it was one of those luxuries that were nonexistent now.
You let the water run over you as you got lost in your own thoughts.

When you were done, you pulled a towel off the rack beside the shower and wrapped it around yourself.
You grabbed Negan’s jacket and walked back out into the room, and threw it onto the bed and went over to the dresser to pull out some clothes.
You weren’t so tired anymore, and didn’t much feel like going to bed at the moment, especially after earlier.

You put on the fresh clothes and headed back downstairs, you weren’t even sure where you were going.
Half of you hoped to not see Negan for now and the other half desperatley wanted you to run into him.
You didn’t like making him displeased with you, but sometimes it was unavoidable when you were frustrated.
But you pushed the thought from your mind.

The place was pretty quiet, everyone had gotten their work done for the day and headed back to their own rooms.
You walked outside to see that Dwight and the others had finally gotten back, they were unloading more supplies that they had gotten from the group, you saw Arat carrying a box of guns.

You walked over to her, “Need any help?”

She looked back to as she was carrying them inside, “Sure, I could use some help getting these inventoried.”

You nodded and followed her inside to the rec room.
She sat the box on a table and pulled out a chair, you both sat down and she began laying some pistols out onto the table.

“This was another good find.” She said, looking over all the new weapons.

You could see her eyes light up as she looked over all the guns.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing we went into the store.” You said, pulling a pistol out of the box.

Arat chuckled as grabbed a notebook from the box and began writing something down, “Well, everyone knows you didn’t go in there looking for guns. You guys are pretty loud.”

You smirked and shook your head, “Yeah, in the moment and everything, you know.”

She nodded, “So, what was it like being in charge of the lineup?”

“It was intense. I mean, I don’t know. It was weird.” You said, biting your lip.

“You must not be used to this sort of thing.” She said, pulling the magazine off a gun to check for leftover rounds.

“No, I’m really not.” You shook your head.

“It’s survival of the fittest now. It gets easier, keep your loyalty to Negan and things will be fine.” She said bluntly.

“Trust me, I have loyalty.” You answered back, looking over to her.

She glanced back to you and shook her head, “Yeah, you have something for him alright.”

“What does that mean?” You asked as you picked up another gun and took out it’s magazine.

“It means that I’ve never seen any of the wives take out any of the others before.” She smiled, cutting her eyes to you.

“Well, Amber had it coming and Negan was gonna take out the two tonight regardless, and I’m loyal to him.” You protested.

Arat looked around the room to make sure no one was there and she leaned over to you and whispered, “Of course they had it coming to them. And you are loyal, there’s no doubt. But c'mon (Y/N), I’m a woman myself. I know what love looks like when I see it.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as she said the word ‘love’.

“How did you know?” You said nervously.

“I could see it everytime you looked at him.” She said, leaning back up.

“It just sucks that there are other wives, you know.” You sighed.

“Well, that’s just the cards you’re dealt with. Maybe you’ll get used to that too, with time.” She said back.

“You’re not gonna tell him are you?” You asked.

She chuckled, “Really, what am I gonna do? Be like, hey boss, what’s the word for today and by the way, one of your wives is in love with you?”

You smirked and nodded back and you both went back to work.
For the rest of the time it was mostly silence, with an exchange if words here and there as you both worked on getting the gun types written down.
After an hour you had finished with all of them.

Arat leaned back into the chair and cracked her knuckles, “Jesus, we have enough ammo and guns to supply an Army.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” You said leaning back in your chair too.

“Fuck no, it’s not.” She smiled and stood up, grabbing the box, “Well, let’s get these put up in storage. I’m calling it a night after this.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said back.

You followed her outside as she went around the building to a smaller one where all the weapons were kept.
When you got around a corner you could see Negan and Dwight as they were coming out of an adjacent building.
You could hear him speaking to Dwight.

“We’ll get some fuckin’ answers out of him tomorrow.” He said in a confident tone.

He was swinging Lucille in one had, and you could see his muscles flex everytime he moved them.
No matter how you felt, seeing him always mad you feel weak in your knees.
But it was odd seeing him walking around without his jacket.
You really had to give it back to him.

You an Arat approached them and you began getting nervous, you hadn’t spoke since your disagreement on the way back.
Negan saw the both of you and smirked meeting you halfway.

“The guns are inventoried.” Arat said, holding the box out to him.

Negan took the notebook that was laying on top of it and looked it over, propping Lucille onto his sholder.
The blood that was on her barbed end was now dried and brown.

He nodded as he looked it over, “Good. Get that shit put up.”

She nodded and headed back for the armory, you began to follow her, but Negan held out his arm to stop you from going any further.
Arat looked back to the both of you.

“I’m gonna be fuckin’ taking, (Y/N).” He said back in a firm tone.

She gave one last nod and left you alone with him. Dwight also disappeared back into the building he and Negan had just come out of.

You looked to the ground, not saying anything.
Negan then reached out and put a finger under your chin and lifted your head to make you look at him.

“Are you done with the fuckin’ attitude yet?” He asked, giving you a stern look.

“Yes.” You said in a calm tone.

He bit his lip and eyed you, “Good. It’s been a long fuckin’ day, and I’m not in the mood for it.”

“Sherry was looking for you.” You said, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, she found me. I told her I didn’t want her fuckin’ company right now.” He smirked.

“Why not?” You asked curiously.

He rolled his eyes, “Because darlin’, she’s not my fuckin’ favorite, and I assumed you’d be coming the fuck with me upstairs as soon as you stopped acting all pissy.”

You bit your lip to hold back a smirk, “Yeah, I will. She asked me where you were and I just told her that we fucked already, so..”

Negan chuckled and bit his lip, “That sounds pretty fuckin’ crude, babydoll.”

You pursed your lips and gazed up at him, “Yeah, I wonder where I get that from?”

“Fuck. I have no goddamn clue.” He smirked sexily at you.

You smiled and nodded back to him and you both headed back into the building to go upstairs.

His way of asking you back up to his room wasn’t the most romantic thing, but it was better than nothing and he had even turned down Sherry down.
You didn’t know if it was because you had already had sex with him earlier or if he genuinely wanted you with him, but either way you didn’t care.
For now you were gonna take this as a win.

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