she really has shit luck though when it comes to bosses

Who the signs are to you:


  • Aries: the person you don’t really know well, but you’re always having a great time going out together 
  • Taurus: that weirdo at work you just can’t get along with without any apparent reason 
  • Gemini: that from-time-to-time sex partner 
  • Cancer: your little sister you always have to protect from everyone 
  • Leo: shopping buddy 
  • Virgo: that one bitchy, arrogant chick you couldn’t stand at the first sight
  • Libra: future wife/husband 
  • Scorpio: that one ex you’ll always feel attracted to, even though it will never work out 
  • Sagittarius: crush 
  • Capricorn: that weird nerdy neighbour that looks quite lovely but you never spoke a word to them 
  • Aquarius: that one person that gets everything you want so much
  • Pisces: just a random useless person


  • Aries: an annoying guy at work who gets all the credits you deserve
  • Taurus: your first love you’ll never forget
  • Gemini: that two-faced bitch you’re a little jealous of
  • Cancer: that person you’re not really best friends with but to whom you can always turn when you feel down
  • Leo: that hot guy you secretly crave
  • Virgo: a childhood friend that helped you become who you are now
  • Libra: your boss
  • Scorpio: your boyfriend/girlfriend
  • Sagittarius: crazy, odd creep that entertains you when you’re sad
  • Capricorn: bff!
  • Aquarius: your loving grandmother
  • Pisces: that one pervert you know who always makes you laugh 


  • Aries: a huge crush you can’t get over no matter what you do
  • Taurus: high school desk neighbour
  • Gemini: the person you laugh the most with
  • Cancer: your one & only real love
  • Leo: drinking buddy
  • Virgo: that one annoying person that always sees through you not buying your lies like others do
  • Libra: that girl intriguing all the time
  • Scorpio: that bitch with a few kilogrammes makeup on you just can’t stand
  • Sagittarius: best travel partner you’ll ever have
  • Capricorn: your older brother
  • Aquarius: the person you know has a crush on, but you can’t relate, even though you’re enjoying this fact
  • Pisces: the one who does all your homework 


  • Aries: you wish you had their confidence
  • Taurus: childhood neighbour
  • Gemini: your job partner who does all the work
  • Cancer: your opposite gender best friend, the prove that girl & boy can be just friends
  • Leo: they’re so beautiful, I wish I had a little of their beauty
  • Virgo: that person that tries to make you believe in how amazing you are
  • Libra: that weird person who never talks but you somehow still hang out with them
  • Scorpio: that one person who talks so sarcastically that you can’t understand if they’re being serious or not
  • Sagittarius: that annoying bitch bullying you all the time
  • Capricorn: that one person you will always like even though it doesn’t work out between you
  • Aquarius: how can you be so arrogant?
  • Pisces: best friend 


  • Aries: slaying together!
  • Taurus: that one friend you’re trying to make more social, ‘cause they’re actually pretty cool, but they just prefer to Netflix & chill at home
  • Gemini: that one sarcastic but charming guy you like, but they keep making fun of your attitude
  • Cancer: your spiritually obsessed uncle
  • Leo: your wingman who always steals your girls in the end
  • Virgo: that silent friend who gets crazy as hell when drunk
  • Libra: your personal clown, basically entertaining you through life
  • Scorpio: the only person that knows how to handle your ego, but you can’t trust them, ‘cause they have some kind of power over you
  • Sagittarius: cooking partner
  • Capricorn: your older, smarter sister, but you’re always beating her in being popular & hot
  • Aquarius: the only person you will fall in love with for real
  • Pisces: your boss who’s way too easy to manipulate


  • Aries: that one guy who gets all the girls you like because they’re hot & charming, but you’re just a shy potato 
  • Taurus: an actual friend
  • Gemini: that one person you feel kind of alike with but you still just don’t like them 
  • Cancer: your boo
  • Leo: that girl you thought was your best friend but she has like 5 other best friends and so you feel somehow friendship wise heartbroken
  • Virgo: that fling you had on a holiday but it was so good you won’t ever forget them
  • Libra: I wish I was as creative & adorable as they are
  • Scorpio: your wife who’s gonna leave you in the end ‘cause she will realise how different you are after 10 years of marriage
  • Sagittarius: that hot girl you totally have a crush on but she’s out of your league, ‘cause well, you’re still a potato
  • Capricorn: the only friend who actually knows how to deal with your weirdnesses and phobias
  • Aquarius: your psychologist 
  • Pisces: a girl you get perfectly along with, but can’t really understand why, because you’re so different


  • Aries: partner in crime
  • Taurus: your beauty idol you always try to copy
  • Gemini: only you can understand both of their faces
  • Cancer: that lovely person having so much bad luck that you always feel sorry for them
  • Leo: that flowers obsessed relative
  • Virgo: your neighbour 
  • Libra: that one boring person that always asks you to go out. You know it’s gonna be boring but can’t say no, 'cause they are actually really nice
  • Scorpio: that person you’re inhumanly attracted to 
  • Sagittarius: fiancé(e) that’s gonna leave you at the altar 
  • Capricorn: fiancé(e) that’s gonna marry you
  • Aquarius: long lost half sister who turns out to be really cool 
  • Pisces: the shoulder to cry on from time to time


  • Aries: a huge crush who doesn’t really like you back but you keep trying, even though you know it’s gonna hurt
  • Taurus: your favourite singer
  • Gemini: the best person to have late night conversations with
  • Cancer: a lovely family member you will always support
  • Leo: that bitch needing attention all the time but you’re too busy being self-absorbed
  • Virgo: the sign that 90% of your crushes are
  • Libra: your best freaking sex partner ever 
  • Scorpio: childhood love that never really faded
  • Sagittarius: that one cheater boyfriend you somehow forgive over and over again 
  • Capricorn: your daughter you can act like best friends with
  • Aquarius: unexplainably undesirable person 
  • Pisces: best friend you never dare getting in a romantic relationship with because you know you’ll hurt them


  • Aries: your modelling partner 
  • Taurus: that stubborn little shit always trying to ruin your life
  • Gemini: you don’t know it yet but they’re the love of your life 
  • Cancer: that person with an amazing taste in music so you can’t stop admiring it
  • Leo: drinking buddy
  • Virgo: your favourite actor  
  • Libra: your make up artist
  • Scorpio: your witch neighbour, you don’t believe she actually is one but she scares you anyway somehow
  • Sagittarius: best travel buddy 
  • Capricorn: that gloomy person, you never what they are actually thinking 
  • Aquarius: on/off relationship 
  • Pisces: that one person always trying to joke but has an awful sense of humour


  • Aries: your female friend that is amazingly beautiful & kind but just doesn’t believe it and all you do is trying to build up a little confidence in her
  • Taurus: your gay best friend
  • Gemini: lovely & interesting person to spend time with without any real trust
  • Cancer: that one adorable human being you will always wonder about like: how can you be so lovely & innocent?
  • Leo: that one bitch always trying to ruin your life, making drama around you now and then
  • Virgo: that person you get along with perfectly, you understand each other without words, you absolutely love them, but you’ll always stay friends because there’s a lack of physical attraction 
  • Libra: they want you.
  • Scorpio: a fling
  • Sagittarius: that person you like somehow but it never comes to a real relationship, they seem not to notice you the right way
  • Aquarius: that annoying relative always judging you
  • Pisces: that one fake ass ex you’ll never forgive yourself dating


  • Aries: a friend that always manages to cheer you up
  • Taurus: that lovely person you always wanted to get to know, but you have no idea how to start a conversation
  • Gemini: just… bae
  • Cancer: head up, your crown is falling. Oh wait, which crown?
  • Leo: your most beautiful friend. she’s the only one allowed to be more beautiful than you are
  • Virgo: your long-lost child
  • Libra: that one friend that lives on the other side of the world but you stay friends no matter what
  • Scorpio: a person that life always puts as an interference to you, so you end up hating them
  • Sagittarius: that one relative you never meet ‘cause they’re always travelling
  • Capricorn: that one friend that seems completely heartless to you
  • Aquarius: a bitch you’re always competing with 
  • Pisces: you fell in love with their kindness


  • Aries: wait… who? 
  • Taurus: that one person who protects you in difficult situations every time
  • Gemini: they seem so lovely why can’t they stop bullying me?
  • Cancer: cry buddy
  • Leo: that person with a huge heart, it isn’t obvious at first sight but you can trust them with anything
  • Virgo: future husband you will finally feel secure with 
  • Libra: they are so beautiful you can’t help falling in love with them 
  • Scorpio: gossip girl friend 
  • Sagittarius: stupid high school buddy 
  • Capricorn: your long-term love that you can’t forget 
  • Aquarius: that married guy you can’t stop wanting
  • Pisces: bestie
Jewel In The Crown (M)

florist!kihyun, 15.1k, he knows what beautiful is but he’s also a bit jealous and has shitty friends

warning: smut (kihyun is a virgin, his first time, oral for both, slightly dom!kihyun i guess??)

“You look really nice by the way…Ignore that. You look beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

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1 | Tomorrow

WORD COUNT: 3,568 ?


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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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anonymous asked:

RFA reactions to MC who always slide her cold hands under their shirt

me: *desperately tries to make up for lost time by cranking out requests* 


✮ you do it mostly when he’s playing LOLOL
✮ he’ll be talking really intensely through his head-set and you can just tell they’re planning an important raid or something 
✮ and just as you can hear the countdown 
✮ you crawl over, as stealthily as you can (which isn’t hard, seeing as his attention is elsewhere), and just shove your hands up his shirt and onto his stomach and chest 
✮ he screams 
✮ is trying to jolt away from your icy hands 
✮ is yelling to his teammates that ‘the ice queen has him in her clutches’ 
✮ playfully of course
✮ they’re confused (’surprise boss?!’ yes
✮ but he’s laughing because you’re laughing 
✮ almost falls off his chair 
✮ you also do it in bed a lot or when you’re watching a movie 
✮ he squeals like, everytime (and is embarrassed, everytime)


✎ pfft good luck 
✎ she also has cold hands so she’ll just get you right back 
✎ it’s why she likes holding her hot coffee cup
✎ but if you can surprise attack her 
✎ and don’t get a coffee thrown at you, or judo slammed to the damn ground
✎ she would squeak 
✎ and very harshly turn around, ready to yell someone into the nether realm
✎ and she sees you looking sheepishly at her with your dalm cold hands held up in ‘surrender’ 
✎ is just flustered, her whole spiel has gone down the drain
✎ ‘M-MC you, ca-n’t do that!’ 
✎ in the summer she enjoys it though
✎ and when she grows her hair out, sometimes she’ll ask you to put your icepacks- I mean, your hands, on the back of her neck to cool it off 


✿ the first time you got him was when he was walking down the street 
✿ you saw him and decided to surprise him by putting your hands on the sides of his neck 
✿ except,, when you did it
✿ he immediately screams ‘ASSAULT’ at the top of his lungs
✿ if you aren’t tackled in .37 seconds then you quickly assure him it’s just you 
✿ is happy to see you ‘but wtf MC’ 
✿ ‘you can’t just do that to a man walking down the street’ 
✿ you just wave him off like ‘lol ye whatever’ 
✿ whenever you do it he’s like ‘gAH’ 
✿ tries to stay manly 
✿ you do it a lot in bed to his waist and sides 
✿ he tries to jolt away but he’s holding you so tightly that he just ends up throwing the both of you off the bed and onto the ground
✿ you’re laughing your ass off and he’s grumbling 
✿ likes it when he gets back from practice/working out and you cup his cheeks like ‘hello’
✿ he’ll hold your hands there and you’re thinking ‘aw sweet, how romantic’ 
✿ until he mutters ‘so cold’ 
✿ you just turn around and walk off 


₩ he doesn’t have a lot of skin to try and attack 
₩ his collar is always done up tightly and his shirt is tucked in so you could go for, like, is forehead or his ankles??? 
₩ so you maybe decide to prank him 
₩ you hide under the bed and when he starts looking for you and walks past you just 
₩ ‘bam’ grab his ankle like a damn demon
₩ he is not proud of the scream that left his mouth 
₩ once you’re out from under the bed he’s like ‘yo wtf’ and grabs your hands 
₩ he is,, worried 
₩ ‘MC why are your hands so cold? is this a symptom of something else?’ 
₩ doesn’t even listent to your reply, he’s already on fuckin WebMD or some shit 
₩ comes back like an hour later
₩ ‘MC I am fairly positive this is a symptom of Raynaud’s disease’
₩ and you’re just ‘jumin… no’ 
₩ it takes a while to convince him that you’re not actually sick it’s just… your hands are cold okay?


✞ this boy probably has cold hands as well
✞ so the only way you can get him is by complete surprise 
✞ but instead of being surprised like ‘ah!’
✞ he,,, kinda likes it 
✞ ‘mm nice and cool’ 
✞ likes to get you back when you’re cuddling
✞ you’re just enjoying your time 
✞ and then all of a sudden ‘whAM’ 
✞ an icy tundra has attached itself to the skin of your back 
✞ he’s laughing and holding you in place while you try to squirm away 
✞ you’re whining because you just wanna sleep goddamn 
✞ it’s probably like, your version of tickling each other 
✞ saeyoung: *straddles you to hold you down and wiggles his fingers* 
✞ mc: *scream of fear* 
✞ saeyoung: *just places his cold hands on you* 

(gif not mine)

Coincidence: Chapter 1

Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)

Word Count: 1,110

It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.

You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.

“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?  

“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.

“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.

Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.

“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.

Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.

Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?

“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.

“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”

V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.

“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.

“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.

The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.

“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.

As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.

“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.

“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.

“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.

It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.

“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.

Why was V so attractive?            

99 Questions, I’m bored... ASK AWAY
  • 1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
  • 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
  • 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
  • 4: What do you think about most?
  • 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?
  • 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
  • 7: What’s your strangest talent?
  • 8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)
  • 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?
  • 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?
  • 11: Do you have any strange phobias?
  • 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
  • 13: What’s your religion?
  • 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
  • 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
  • 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
  • 17: What was the last lie you told?
  • 18: Do you believe in karma?
  • 19: What does your URL mean?
  • 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
  • 21: Who is your celebrity crush?
  • 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
  • 23: How do you vent your anger?
  • 24: Do you have a collection of anything?
  • 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
  • 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
  • 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
  • 28: What’s your biggest “what if”?
  • 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
  • 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
  • 31: Smell the air. What do you smell?
  • 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
  • 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
  • 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
  • 35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
  • 36: Define Art.
  • 37: Do you believe in luck?
  • 38: What’s the weather like right now?
  • 39: What time is it?
  • 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
  • 41: What was the last book you read?
  • 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
  • 43: Do you have any nicknames?
  • 44: What was the last film you saw?
  • 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
  • 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?
  • 47: Do you have any obsessions right now?
  • 48: What’s your sexual orientation?
  • 49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
  • 50: Do you believe in magic?
  • 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
  • 52: What is your astrological sign?
  • 53: Do you save money or spend it?
  • 54: What’s the last thing you purchased?
  • 55: Love or lust?
  • 56: In a relationship?
  • 57: How many relationships have you had?
  • 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
  • 59: Where were you yesterday?
  • 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
  • 61: Are you wearing socks right now?
  • 62: What’s your favourite animal?
  • 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
  • 64: Where is your best friend?
  • 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.
  • 66: What is your heritage?
  • 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?
  • 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?
  • 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
  • 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
  • 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
  • 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
  • 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.
  • 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
  • 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
  • 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
  • 77: How can I win your heart?
  • 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?
  • 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
  • 80: What size shoes do you wear?
  • 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
  • 82: What is your favourite word?
  • 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
  • 84: What is a saying you say a lot?
  • 85: What’s the last song you listened to?
  • 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?
  • 87: What is your current desktop picture?
  • 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
  • 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
  • 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
  • 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
  • 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
  • 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
  • 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
  • 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
  • 96: Do you have any relatives in jail?
  • 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?
  • 98: Ever been on a plane?
  • 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

anonymous asked:

okay! so i know your a total nerd and i love love LOVE that little "Jokes" fic you've got goin on AO3, but I was wondering if you could do an ironlord/starquill fic??? I dunno if you could fit it into that one, but i'd love something with them-- comic or mcu universe or some combination??? pretty please?

Tony is eight years old when he hears it the first time, sitting on the floor of his mom’s closet, beaming up at her as she sways around and sings along– holding up dresses for his approval.  It’s funny because it’s the middle of July, but his mom looks too happy, her hair a mess of dark curls as she sways along with the jazzy upbeat R&B tune.  

They’re interrupted when Jarvis steps in, mouth quirked in amusement, a tray of water and glasses in hand.  “Forgive the interruption, ma’am.”

“Nonsense, J!” Maria smiles and holds out a hand to him.

He scrambles to set the tray aside on one of the small, fringe ottomans in the vast closet as she pulls him in between the racks, swaying with him, head falling back as he pushes her into an awkward twirl.  Jarvis laughs despite himself, eyes bright and graying at the temples.  Tony laughs too.

“What would my wife say, Mrs. Stark?” Jarvis smiles.

“That I need to keep my whiley hands to myself, Jarvis.” Maria smacks a kiss to Jarvis’ cheek and twirls away, still bouncing on the toes of her feet as she makes her way over to where Tony is clutching a pair of her shoes in his lap.  “Come here, mijo.”

Tony pushes to his feet; he barely reaches her hip, but she takes his hand and starts spinning him around in time with the song.  He ends up standing on the tops of her feet, her hands in his, as she rocks him back and forth, mouthing the words down at him.

“As we danced in the night,” she smiles, all delight and bright eyes.  “Remember how the stars stole the night away.”


When his parents die in a car crash, Tony gets blind drunk and hacks into one of the SI satellites he knows is orbiting somewhere out of atmo and wires an old boombox of Rhodey’s to it and streams out an endless loop of classics and not-so-classic classics as he clutches to Dum-E’s extended strut.  When the first beats of Earth, Wind & Fire start playing, he closes his eyes and smiles.

He shut it down the next day.


The thing about Tony’s taste in music is that it has always had a wide range.  He grew up with a mother who loved classical pieces as much as she loved the blues and jazz.  His father had a more limited musical palate, when he wasn’t working in complete silence, and it tended to stick to more big band sounds that reminded him of older times.  He’d always been very loud, and very disparaging of Tony’s decision to blast rock’n roll in his room as loud as he could, though Tony remembers some very rare, very fond moments when Howard would smile and roll his eyes whenever he spotted whatever new vinyl Tony had brought home with him after the long months away at prep school.

By the time Tony got to MIT, he already had amassed an incredibly stupid collection– the worn Bing Crosby records lining up right next to Led Zeppelin– and it only grew from there.

Tony has mood music.  Certain things he listens to when he needs to get other things done.  AC/DC and Black Sabbath and Aerosmith when he’s sciencing the shit out of something.  Dulcet croons of Freddie and Louis when he’s drowning in paperwork.  Pop when the mood– or the liquor– strikes him hard enough.  

Africa by Toto and Hot Blooded by Foreigner are his go-to shitfaced jams.  

He’s gotten high on more things than he cares to think about in his life– what can he say? He was a product of the 80s.  But these days he restricts it to an occasional hit on a blunt, and Marvin Gaye is always what he grooves to.

But R&B– the Commodores, George Benson, the Temptations– are the artists he’s mourned to since 1991.


It is days after Steve sent him a letter and a flip phone.  He’s sitting with Rhodey and Vision, staring up at the endless sea of stars above the Compound, a bottle passed between him and Rhodes but not Vision, when he remembers that stupid little satellite player and wonders what songs is playing in between the vast spaces of black right now while FRIDAY pipes some indie rock bullshit overhead that Vision likes.

He laughs at the thought and Rhodey lifts a brow.  “Just thinking.  About space.  You think aliens have a favorite Spice Girl?”

Rhodey groans.


In the aftermath of Civil War, Tony throws himself at other projects when he isn’t busy with UN delegations and touring the world, the shiny star of the Accords.  Pepper is shockingly pleased– and probably a bit worried– with the amount of tech R&D start pushing out.  They’ll be set for the next three years and then some, at the rate he’s going, so she gently chides him away from it.

So Tony works on more overarching projects.  Works with the UN on globalizing green energy.  Contacts Gates about cheaper way to make vaccines.  Then, when Rhodey puts him in contact with a woman at NASA named Carol, he starts pushing funding toward some of their space expeditions.

“What about a communicator?” Tony asks her one day, spinning in his chair, the unamused purse of her lips belied only by the bright look of her eyes as she watches him over the video projection.  “Like, we sent out a floaty time capsule and we’ve got some long distance boomers up there, but what about something better?  Bigger?  To catch someone’s attention?”

He’s gotta fill his time somehow.  

Carol tilts her head, considering what it is that he’s offering, and smiles.  “What did you have in mind?”

Overhead, the faint strum of guitar makes a wickedly delighted grin spread over his face.  


Tony doesn’t expect a lot of things these days.  

Or, rather, Tony tries not to expect a lot of things these days.  He’s positive that it’s just sheer dumb luck that things have been working so well since Siberia, that his small team of three has grown marginally bigger over the last six months, Peter and Bruce and Thor and Stephen joining in with the merry band of miserable fuckers that come and go at the Compound like it’s a damn motel. 

Though, admittedly, they all make the place considerably less miserable.  And Tony doesn’t miss the way Rhodey keeps hinting that Carol might be making a “transfer” soon, nor does he miss the way Peter keeps hinting about some heroes he may or may not have encountered in the underbelly of New York on some of his vigilante webbing sprees.  

He just doesn’t expect anything to come of it.  Of much of anything he’s been putting effort into.  Refuses to.  He doesn’t need to get results to know that things are, surprisingly, working out well.

So when he’s working on Peter’s goggles late one night, the faint alert that pops up in front of his face is a minor shock, as is FRIDAY’s soft: “It appears you’ve an update on the SSIMS, boss.”


The Soul Sounds Intergalactic Music System had started transmitting at multiple frequencies two months previous, piggybacking off of one of SI’s most powerful satellites with full approval for maintenance and upgrades– as needed– from NASA’s astronauts up at the space station.  Since then, it has not only been keeping the space stationed entertained, but it’s been shelling out music to the farthest reaches of the galaxy and beyond.  

Tony really hadn’t expected anything to come of it.  Like, really hadn’t.

“Pull it up, sweetheart.”

She does.

“Oh,” Tony blinks.  “Oh.”

“Yes, I believe you’ve said that twice already, sir.”

“We–” Tony frowns down at the sight of a soundwave that had not be transmitted by his own device, but something that had bounced back from somewhere out in the deep.  “We got a reply?”

“As it turns out, boss, music might just be a universal language.  Would you like me to play it?”

“Where’s it originate from?”

FRIDAY goes quiet for a moment, then returns with an estimate, and Tony nearly chokes on his own tongue.  

“That’s– FRI, that’s really not–”

“Would you like me to play it, sir?”


The first notes are garbled, static and messy, not even really sound at all.  Then, it pitches so high that Tony has to cover his ears for a moment.

It’s only when it settles, the first lyrics belt out of Tony’s speakers, and Tony falls out of his chair laughing as Hooked on a Feeling starts playing through his lab.


He’s down in Florida by the next day, a pair of purple sunglasses in place as he breezes through, heading straight for Carol’s office.  She greets him with a surprised blink and a smile, before demanding to know what he’s there.

“I’ve got a phone call to make,” he points upwards with a finger.

She escorts him all the way down to the servers they set aside for Tony’s pet project, watching as he messes around with the wires and hooks his phone into the main system while the engineers fret off to the side.  Arms crossed, she frowns down at him and arches a brow when he starts scrolling through a playlist.

“What are you gonna play?”

Tony grins, all teeth, and selects something in the middle.  The first riff of guitar starts up and Carol blinks at him again before her chin falls to her chest, her laugh lost to the steady thrum of Space Cowboy.


It takes an entire week and a half for any kind of response, but Tony knows that light travels faster than sound, even in space, so he’s not all that surprised.  When it does come, he’s wondrously delighted by the harmony of The Mamas & The Papas.


“Yes, boss?”

“How about we dust off the new place in Malibu?  I think I might have some visitors heading my way.”


Rhodey does not think it’s a smart idea, but he doesn’t insist on going with him the way that Bruce does.  They leave the team in Rhodey’s very capable hands, taking the private jet and knowing that their just a sling ring away from being where they’re needed; if they’re needed.  

The new house on the coast of Malibu is just as ostentatious as the old one, but bigger and a bit more sturdy.  Tony tells Bruce that he turned the property into a safehouse, of sorts, in case he ever needed it.  In case they ever needed it.  

There’s a landing pad on the roof, that Tony sent the coordinates of with his last song about California Stars by some band that died in the 90s.  

They’re there for two weeks when Tony is woken from a dead sleep by blaring alerts and FRIDAY telling him that there is a legitimate unidentified flying object landing on his roof.  He throws his sheets aside and rubs the sleep from his eyes on the way up to the helipad, only to be blinded the second he steps out the door, air whipping around and tugging at his already mussed hair and clothes.  

He holds up a hand to block the glare, squinting between his fingers as he catches the sleek lines of orange and blue, fear present somewhere at the back of his head but mouth stretching into a wide smile.  The hiss of the hydraulics has him practically bouncing onto his toes, something giddy unfurling in his chest as a ramp lowers.  For a moment, he thinks he should’ve brought a boom box and held it over his head like Cusac.  

Maybe next time.

He isn’t sure what, exactly, he’s expecting– though, dimly, he realizes he is expecting something, hopeful of something, and isn’t that a kick in the gut– but when a very tall, very strawberry blonde man comes bounding down the ramp, he’s more than a little dumbstruck.  Though, considering Thor is technically an alien, he knows he shouldn’t be.  

But the music that pours out after the man snaps him back into focus, and Tony chokes on a laugh as he recognizes Take On Me by a-ha.  When the guy falters at the end of the ramp, eyes a little wide and smile a little wider, Tony takes it upon himself to make first introductions.  

“Hey, there, space geek.” Tony greets with a smile, stepping forward and offering out a hand.  “I can definitely say this is the best close encounter of the first kind that I’ve ever heard of.”

Any wariness vanishes, and the man offers his hand in return.  “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting from a musical penpal, but I figured you had good taste, so it would be worth the risk.”

“I assure you, the feeling is mutual.” Tony says.  


Peter Quill, or as he insists Star-Lord, is not alone upon arrival.  When he and Tony are done with their own introductions, a few quips passed between them, Peter insists that Tony meet the rest of his motley crew just as Tony insists they come inside and get themselves acquainted.  

It is refreshing to not be instantly recognized for who he is.  Instead, the crew of the blue and orange ship only know him as the guy that’s been broadcasting Terran jams all throughout the galaxy.  The rest of the crew is, naturally, a bit of a shock to Tony’s– and Bruce’s, when he joins them in the living room overlooking the Pacific– system.  It’s much more what he expected, though he’s still trying to wrap his brain around the talking tree.

And the talking raccoon.

And the very intimidating looking woman and man with skins the colors of jelly bellies.

When they all settle in, some of Quill’s group looking a little less wary by each passing second, Tony offers to order up some food for delivery and Peter jumps on the chance to have pizza.  It’s then that Tony realizes Peter isn’t necessarily an alien; just returning home after a very long trip.

They talk for a long time, the Guardians telling Bruce and Tony their story and how, exactly, they came to carry that name, as well as not-so-subtly letting them know that they have other crew members back up in the deep dark space above that would come looking if anything were to happen to them.  Tony just smiles and offers them their choice of the guest rooms.


He has Stephen bring Thor over the next day, to sit and talk with the Guardians about a few things that include the intergalactic immunity clauses of the Accords that he urges them to sign so that they might enjoy an extended stay on earth rather than a sadly brief one.  

When that’s said and done, it’s Peter that turns to Tony over a heaping pile of bacon, eyes bright.  “So, how long can we stay?”

“As long as you’d like,” Tony shrugs.  “This house is mostly empty most of the time, anyway.”

“What’s the catch?” Gamora asks shrewdly.

Tony grins.  “I’d like a chance to check out whatever tech you brought with you.”

Instantly, Rocket perks.  “I knew y’were a gear jockey the second Quill told us you’d sent a reply, didn’t I, Groot?”

“I am Groot.”

“Shuddap, I did.  After I said he was a loser.”

Tony laughs.


He isn’t exactly sure how he decides to stay with the Guardians at the mansion in Malibu when Bruce decides to return to the Compound, but he knows that he does.  Quill says he’s got some personal business somewhere in the mid-west, and Tony offers up his resources but figures Peter can figure his own way through his little coming-of-age adventure.  Figures he’d rather he and his friends would rather take it on their own.  

Rocket and Groot stay behind with Tony, tinkering around with him down in the basement until they return four days later.  Tony’s more than grateful that they’re back because trying to keep Rocket from taking apart everything that he owns has been bad on his already terrible heart.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Tony asks Peter.

Peter gives an aborted bob of his head, mouth twisted in a way that makes Tony ache somewhere in his chest, and he watches as Peter tries to keep his hands busy with some of the tools laid out over the work table.  The others have already retreated into their respective rooms, but Peter is lingering.  Restless.  

Tony knows that feeling well.

“Didn’t find anything good, did you?” Tony offers up a small smile that Peter doesn’t quite return.

He clears his throat, shakes his head, and Tony watches as his jaw works.  “Just, uh… Dunno why, but I kinda thought nothing would change.”

“Thirty years in space is a long time.”

“Yeah,” Peter croaks.

For a long second, Tony is at a loss as to what to do.  He’s never been great with emotions, his own, or anyone else’s.  But he doesn’t like the distance that grows in Peter’s usually bright, expressive eyes.  

Pushing to his feet, Tony pads over and places a tentative hand on his shoulder, smile tight but earnest.  Peter tries again, and fails again, to return it.

“You know what helps?” Tony asks, catching Peter’s wrist and pulling him away from the table.  


“Well, first answer is always drinking.” Tony winks.  “But considering I have to start taking better care of my liver, the second answer is music.  FRIDAY?”

The music floats in, the jazzy upbeat tune already bringing a small smile to Peter’s mouth.  It takes only a second longer before Peter is laughing and swaying with the beat, right next to Tony, and guffawing out a loud sound when Tony uses his loose grip to push Peter into a lazy spin.  

Tony’s already singing along.  He knows it’s ridiculous.  It’s mid-July.

“Do you remember,” he tosses his head back laughing when Peter retaliates, taking both Tony’s hands in his and spinning him around and around and around.  “Dancing in September?  Golden dreams and shiny days.”


“You should come with us,” Peter says as they’re loading up into the Milano.  

It’s been a month and Tony is sad to see them go.  It’s been a long time since he felt so content, so guiltless, in people’s company.  They’re just like him, a bunch of fuck-ups, but together they’re something more.  Something better.

He almost wishes he could take them up on the offer.

“Can’t,” Tony shrugs.  “Got a world to keep safe.  And you’ve got a galaxy to look after.”

Okay, he definitely wishes he could take them up on the offer.  

“Maybe next time?” he asks.

Peter beams.  “Definitely next time.”

As he’s walking up the ramp, music comes streaming out of the Milano.  Tony snorts, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest as Peter thrusts a fist into the air, Simple Minds’ Don’t You Forget About Me pouring around him.  


It’s two weeks later, back at the Compound, that Tony gets the alert.  

He pulls it up, smiling at the sight of sound waves, and has FRIDAY start the track.  He leans back in his seat, head tipped back and eyes closed, and lets the dream of stars steal the night away.

Sweet Girl.

A/N: OKAY Y’ALL HERE WE GO. So this was a request from an anon for fluffy smut with Triple H and his assistant. This fic has been kicking my ass forever, but I finally finished it, and anyone who knows me knows I’m an impatient little hoe, so I’m posting it now. This is the first time I’ve ever written actual male/female sex, so y’all be gentle please? 
Warnings: M/F sex, bad writing? 
Tagging: @wwetrashqueen @hardcorewwetrash 

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anonymous asked:

Would you please do the story of Giselle?

so we start out in this random ass peasant village with this guy, prince albrecht.

he is a bit bored with his life, as rich privileged guys can get, and decides FUCK IT i wanna live a little yolo swag. he dresses up as a poor guy and starts living in this village where this adorable babe giselle lives.

giselle is a PERFECT ANGEL and cute as a button and this bitch loves to dance. more than anything she is literally a dancing fool. problem is, this chick has a heart condition, so her mom is like “please don’t dance you might drop dead” but she’s like “I MUST DANCE”

so shes dancing around in the village one day like she does and along comes albrecht all like “hey baby”and they dance a little, as one would, you know, they don’t have jobs in this peasant village, and she plucks a daisy and decides to play he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not and starts plucking petals- but then counts then all and realized DAMN THIS IS GONNA SAY HE LOVES ME NOT. he sees her turn, plucks a petal off, and is like “no ily giselle”

aside from this display of shadiness, giselle dances with him all smitten until they are interrupted by hilarion, the town gamekeeper who is also in love with giselle because she is a huge catch.

he’s all like “no giselle this dude is not the guy for you” partially because he wants to get out of the friendzone, and also because he knows that some real shit is up here.  he decides to sneak into albrecht’s little shack to see what this dude’s dealio is.

(on a different note, look at this sexy, angry fool)

he of course finds evidence of the trick- a sword with a fancy royal coat of arms on it- and decides to FUCK SOME SHIT UP. he sneaks away to go on conniving as the happy peasants come in and dance a little bit, and crown giselle the queen of the vineyard, because it is their harvest festival.

here we find out why giselle’s mom is so anxious, because she has heard of the legend of the willis, spirits of broken hearted brides. these poor sad hellcats come back as spirits to get revenge by dancing men to death and literally being the most badass spirits ever. mama giselle doesn’t want her to risk that shit, but like any young girl still living with her mother, giselle ignores her and goes to dance anyway.

a group of noblepeople arrive in the village, including bathilde, a princess who is actually engaged to marry albrecht. seeing the entourage from afar, albrecht busts out of there because he knows that if she sees him, shit will hit the fan. (also sometimes this scene has DOGS)

giselle is immediately in awe of her because she is so fancy, and starts like touching the fabric of her dress because as a peasant girl she has probably never seen something so damn expensive before. bathilde, instead of getting pissed as to literally “why is this filthy peasant so close to me” is charmed and asks giselle to dance for her, and then is so happy that she gives giselle her necklace because she has bling to spare.

while the nobles go inside to have some booze and snacks, the peasants once again dance, until hilarion bursts through giselle and her boyfriend all like “i have proof this dude is fake as hell.” she doesn’t believe him even with the sword as proof until bathilde emerges and is like “yoooo what is my fiance doing here dressed as a poor boy”

giselle, realizing she has been betrayed,  goes mad with grief, and bursts through the two. 8she attempts to stab herself, because apparently whoever came up with this ballet thinks that boys are a life or death dealio and that suicide is so r O m A n T i C. she begins to see the spirits of the willis on the horizon. she runs into her mother’s arms, before running to albrecht, collapsing and dying in his arms.

act 2 opens on a forest where hilarion is at giselle’s grave, mourning her death when he is scared away by suspicious activity in the woods. enter myrtha, the HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE. she is the queen of the willis, the first woman to ever die of heart break and she is pissed as all hell.

using her mytle branches, she calls her willis out of the graves. these girls are boss ass bitches, and they want revenge. they literally roam the woods just waiting for a good dude to kill, it’s amazing. they make these guys dance all night until they are so tired that they die, or else they force them into the lake and drown him. literally original misandrists.

myrtha calls giselle from her grave, and initiates her into the badass girl squad of death ladies. and who should wander into their midst but hilarion, and angry ghost style, they corral him and force him to DANCE BABY DANCE, until mytha’s assistants, zulme and moyna, knock that asshole out into the lake.

curse his luck, albrecht, who apparently lacks the good sense to know you shouldn’t wander through the woods at night, goes to see giselle’s grave and starts bawling out of guilt, because turns out he actually liked this girl and then KILLED HER (always tell the truth it saves lives). while the willis are killing somebody else somewhere else, and giselle comes out and dances with him. she realizes “damn i still love this two timing cheater” and forgives him

too late though before he can run ENTRE THE WILLIS. they’re like damn it’s a man, let’s fucking kill him like the usual. giselle is all like “pls no i lub him” and mytha’s like “haha no he’s a man he’s gotta go”

giselle calls albrecht to the cross at her grave, where myrtha, being an evil spirit, cannot get him, and dances in his stead. 

he is unable to stay away, like an idiot, and comes out to dance with her, only to be locked in a pas de deux with giselle, and forced to dance by himself until homeboy is literally falling on the floor from exhaustion. myrtha forces the two to dance, until ding ding sunrise

as the church bells sound, the sun begins to rise. typically ghost style, the willis cannot stay out in the sun, and myrtha melts away into her grave with the rest. albrecht, protected from these byotches forever is free, saved by giselle’s love, despite the fact that he was a cheater who probably didn’t deserve this bitch being so nice to him. she is released to rest in peace, and albrecht is left alone, with only a single flower to remember her. 

*shuts down the kindle app* and that is the story of giselle. a little messed up, but still really pretty.

A Pirate’s Banquet Part 1

In which Shanks decides if Big Mom can do it, so can he. AKA, Shanks raises ASLR

“Come on, Beckman, if Big Mom can do it, why can’t I?!”

“Yeah! Pleeeeaaaaaseeee?”


Staring at the duo of redhead idiots before him, Benn Beckman forcibly suppresses the urge to smack them both atop the head. 

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Fell Underwater

Soooo, for Day 9, I wrote something that I’ve wanted to write for a while!  It’s a small one-shot drabble of me doing some world-building on an AU I’ve had on the backburner for a while.  It’s pretty much Oceanfell, I suppose, but mine doesn’t really follow any of my standard Oceantale headcanons, so maybe Fell Underwater?  Or Ty’s Oceanfell?


Either way, it’s got pirate skeletons.  

I did quite a bit of world-building before I got to the smut, so I’m going to post all the SFW bits here, with a link to continue reading on Ao3 at the bottom.  Hope you guys enjoy!  It’s the first thing I’ve written with a legitimate AU and AU Sans that’s mine.  

You’d always had terrible luck.

If something could go wrong, it couldn’t just go wrong for you; no, it’d be a disaster.

That’s why you saw it coming. The Raffle occurred every seven years, after all. When you came of age to be put into it, you tried to run – to move away from the coastal city you despised – but they dragged you back, kicking and screaming. Your name had been entered thrice as punishment, but somehow, you miraculously didn’t get pulled.

You knew your luck wouldn’t last, however. You knew it, and yet, you weren’t able to leave the city, your infraction pushing back your request until after the next Raffle. And when they called your name that time, along with six others, you weren’t surprised in the slightest. When they forced you to stand along the coastline, dressed in your best attire, you didn’t wail or whine like the others. No, you impassively stood there, glaring at the crashing waves and cursing the fact that you’d been born beneath a terrible omen.

When the pirate ship rose from the depths of the murky water, sporting a Jolly Roger sail and a skull with flashing red eyes affixed to the bow like a demon rising from hell, you sucked in a breath and put on a brave face. When literal skeleton pirates disembarked from their vessel and began examining the sacrifices, trying to pick out which one had the strongest SOUL to power their barrier, you concentrated on keeping your breathing even. One by one, they Confronted the others, calling forth their SOULs despite their frightened cries. You kept staring straight ahead, though you saw flickers of greens and purples and light blues from your peripherals.

And then the shorter of the two skeletons stopped directly in front of you. You defiantly stared at a point just past his shoulder, and you could see his smirk widen, the sharp golden tooth glinting. Skeletal phalanges gripped your chin and tilted it back, forcing you to look up and meet his single crimson eyelight. The opposite socket was concealed beneath an eyepatch, a jagged crack vertically running through his orbit and disappearing beneath his feathered hat. Despite the grandeur of his attire, his appearance was slovenly, the dark jacket too big for his frame, a rusted shackle clasped around his neck, and his ivory, button-up shirt mostly undone and halfway untucked.

“well, well…” the monster drawled, tilting his head as he regarded you with amusement. “ye look like a lass that gives no quarter. i wonder if that’s the tale yer soul’ll be singin’.”

A shiver ran up your spine; you could smell smoke and must on his breath from his close proximity, and you had to avert your eyes. He chuckled, and the tips of his fingers dug into your chin. In the next moment, you felt something grip within your chest, squeezing the very breath from your lungs. The feeling forcibly ripped something from within you, and you gasped, the world suddenly draining of color.

All except for the bright orange glow of the little heart floating before you.

Your SOUL.

The stout monster’s bone brow raised, and the light seemed to draw the attention of the taller one. You barely registered the other’s lankier, more jagged appearance; everything seemed muffled, like their voices were coming from underwater.

When they both smirked at you, you finally allowed yourself to feel fear.

A month has passed since that day, and yet… you’re still alive.

Your SOUL hasn’t been harvested for the barrier, and the skeleton brothers (you discovered they were brothers the second day, when you realized just how comical their nagging, back-and-forth banter could be–under other circumstances) have kept you fed and well. Their boat descended beneath the water, to some part of the ocean that felt much colder than you expected, but… you were actually able to breathe and see just fine underwater. They amused themselves in watching you struggle that first day, desperately holding your breath and clawing at the porthole of your cabin.

“FOR SUCH A COURAGEOUS LASS, SHE’S RATHER DAFT,” the taller one (Papyrus, you later discovered his name was) rasped as he passively observed your struggles.

“breathe, bucko,” his brother (Sans, the one with the golden tooth and promiscuous winks) instructed, chortling over your display. When you actually gave in and were forced to take a breath, you were surprised when water didn’t fill your lungs. You turned your wide-eyed stare to your captors, and they both started laughing all over again.

“did'ja really think we’re such monsters that we’d drown ya first thing? underwater’s full o’ magic, lassie. an’ magic can do all sorts o’ things.”

You’d hated them at first. Their mocking smirks, their probing questions… you avoided talking to them, but also flailed your arms out whenever they got too close. If you were going to die by two monsters much stronger than you, then fine. The world was cruel, but you accepted the impossibility of your situation. But that didn’t mean you were going to just roll over and let it happen. No, you were going to fight for your life until the bitter end.

As time stretched, however… you began to wonder what was taking so long.

You had full run of the lower decks of the ship, though most of the wood was rotted and riddled with holes that you could easily slip through if you wanted. The first time you attempted that, however, a monster with jagged teeth and fins almost immediately devoured you. Sans had been there to save you; he’d apparently been lazily tailing you the entire time. He didn’t force you back to the ship, but he warned you of the dangers lurking beneath the ocean. It confirmed every horrifying myth you’d ever heard growing up.

You tried to swim to the surface, but your arms and legs got so tired that you actually passed out. When you woke up, you were back in your cabin, with monster food left on the nightstand. Sometimes, it was disgusting… sometimes, it was actually delicious. It depended on which brother brought you the food.

One night, when Sans was in your room, kicked back in a chair with his feet propped up (one of his legs was a peg leg, you’d discovered) and his hat tilted over his face, you finally spoke.


Your voice was hoarse, and cracked with disuse, but the sound was enough to rouse Sans immediately. When he tipped his hat back, surprise was clear on his face, though he quickly amended it with his usual smirk. “ahhh, so she finally speaks! i was beginnin’ to wonder if ye were mute, lassie.”

You ignored the comment and pressed on, “Why am I here?”

He shrugged with nonchalance, crossing his boot over his peg leg. “ye got a fool’s luck an’ one o’ the strongest souls i’ve ever laid eyesocket upon.”

“But if you were going to use my SOUL for the barrier… why haven’t you done it yet?”

He’s silent. After a few moments, he starts to snore.

UGH, did he seriously fall asleep in the middle of an important conversation?

More time passes, and you’re still alive.

You begin speaking to Sans whenever he comes by to loiter in your cabin, and you also begin eating meals at the table with both brothers at night. They’re growing on you, despite your best efforts.

There’s even a moment where Sans falls asleep on the couch in your cabin, and you end up moving to lie down on the cushions beside him. You don’t know if it’s Stockholm Syndrome, or the fact that these brothers have been much nicer to you than any human has on the Surface, but… you just wanted to be close to him.

He slings his arm around you, and you fall asleep with your cheek pressed into the ribs exposed from his sloppily-buttoned shirt.

When you awaken, you’re back in your bed and wondering if it was all just a dream.

Whenever you ask Sans why you’re still alive, he either hedges the query or Papyrus decides to choose that very moment to interrupt.


Sans rolls his eyelight. “aye, cap'n!” he calls, dead-pan and irritated. Then he gets up and moves to leave. “we’ll continue the conversation later, lassie.”

Yet he continues to avoid it until weeks later.

You’ve both had too much grog–which you’ve discovered is apparently a more tolerable version of rum.

Sans has had a rough day, evident by his drinking. You’ve come to be able to pick up on his moods, but he always plays it off when you attempt to pry. Your inhibitions are down enough that innocent joking and flirtatious smiles turn into touches–teasing and light at first, but then bolder, more exploratory.

“careful, lass…” he warns, his voice a low growl. His forehead is against yours, his usual hat now tipped back on your head. You’ve managed to completely unbutton his shirt, and your fingers are gingerly moving along his ribs, feeling over the grooves and ossifications from countless partially-healed fractures.

“What? Am I going to ‘awaken the kraken’?” you tease with a smirk, and you catch him off-guard enough that he makes a strangled choking sound before he starts chuckling.

“ok, that was a good one. yer jus’ full o’ surprises, ain'tcha?” His eyelight is much brighter than usual, his socket half-lidded as he hums when you hook your fingers around his sternum and start rubbing along the underside. “ye'know, ye got too many buttons still in-place. let ol’ sans take care o’ that.”

“What a gentleman,” you continue to tease as he reaches out with both hands and abruptly tugs your shirt apart. The buttons pop off, jettisoning through the water. It’s his shirt you’re wearing (his slacks, too), so you don’t mind the fact that he just ruined it. If anything, you find it to be a turn-on.

“aye, but i prefer the term ‘swashbuckler.’ in this case, i’m ‘bout to swash yer buckle aside.”

*continue reading on Ao3

Secret of These Hands Ch. 3 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello babes! I hope your day is going wonderfully and that you have some good luck on whatever your goals are! I’ve had a long day, but I’m going to continuously update the fics. I love you all, thank you for sticking around. xoxo

Description: You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Chapter 2 


He gave you a soft smile and his eyes seemed to glimmer in the the light, despite his black cap. 

“And you are…?” He cocked his eyebrow, biting his bottom lip, trying to force away the smirk that was inevitably stretching across his face. 

“Oh, I’m, uh, F/N.” You chuckled softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He gave you a big smile, sticking out his hand. You took it, his callused hand wrapping around your soft one. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You bit your lip as you smiled, and suddenly remembered that the man at the stand was still holding your plums. He was giving you a blank look, holding out the bags. “Oh! Thank you.” You smiled awkwardly, dropping the money into his palm, turning back to Bucky. “There you go.” He took the bag from you, his gloved hand brushing up against yours. You inhaled sharply at the contact, but tried to brush it off as you let go. 

“Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do that.” He rubbed the back of his neck again, giving you a charming smile that made your heart melt just a little bit. 

“It’s no biggie. I thought I might as well do something nice for someone to defuse the irritability that goes along with this heat.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking up at him. “Do you wanna find a table and enjoy these delicious plums with me? That’s if you’re not headed somewhere, let alone actually want to.” You chuckled softly, giving him a cheesy smile. 

“I have no plans, and I like you. So, sure. I’d love to.” He tilted his head to the side and you sighed, feeling the tension release from your body. You nodded and the two of you walked out into the middle of the street, finding a small table. You both sat down, taking a seat from across each other. He initiated the conversation. “So, where are you from?” 

“Oh, I just moved here from Los Angeles. You?” You took a bite of a plum, listening to him intently. 

“I’m from Brooklyn. What brings you to New Orleans?” He was obviously trying to steer the conversation away from himself, and you couldn’t tell why. 

“Oh, um, well, my family couldn’t care less about me, so I dropped everything and hopped on a plane. Evidently, I’m glad I picked the one to come here because I quite like this new life.” You were very nonchalant which took him by surprise. 

“So, you just ran away?” He lifted his eyebrow at you, taking a bite of him plum, and letting you speak. 

“Pretty much.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Well, what brings you here?” 

He took a moment to find the right words. “I guess the same as you; to find a new life. At this point, I’m just running.” He puckered his lips off to the side, bringing his gaze to the floor. Even though you couldn’t detect the reason for his discomfort, you could tell that you were touching a more sensitive topic, so you decided to switch it up. 

“Tell me if you don’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t help but notice that I’m not the only one wearing gloves in the middle of a heat wave.” You twiddled your hands together, boring holes into them with your eyes, but flickered up your gaze towards him, a friendly smile on your face. 

“Oh, yeah. I kind of wear it because, well, my hand isn’t… normal, per say. You could say it’s deformed in a way.” He held his gloved hand in his exposed one, turning it over before tilting his head up to look at you. “And you?” 

“I guess you could say that I can’t exactly touch people.” You looked off the the side, trying to find the most truthful, yet not completely true thing to say.

He squinted his eyes in curiosity. “Like a germaphobe?”

“Something like that.” You let your head fall to the side as you met his steel blue eyes. The two of you sat there in silence, just taking each other in. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a slight smirk, causing some heat to rise to your cheeks. Damn, was he good looking. He had the most sculpted jawline, the nicest eyes, and build, and the slight stubble on his face just made him that much more good looking. Your little staring contest was cut short when your phone began to buzz against the table. Your boss was calling and you were late to the beginning of your shift. “Shit. Oh my god, I’m late. I’m so sorry to have to leave, but I hope I see you around soon.” You quickly scribbled something on his paper bag, before turning to jog off down the street. Before you disappeared around the corner, you flashed him a smile and a wink. 

“Bye, F/N.” He whispered to himself, a goofy grin on his face. “Wow, was she beautiful.” He kept staring at the spot on the end of the street where you were. Bucky snapped out of it when he remembered that you wrote something down on his bag. 

Call me, yeah?

(555) 555-5555

He smiled softly to himself as he held the paper gently in between his fingers. 

“For sure, F/N. For. Sure.”

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For TWD Story Cubes Challenge :D This was really fun to do and a pretty tough challenge. Literally took me an hour to get it under 1,000 words lol I changed the title since my next fic coming out had a similar one.


Warnings: language and mild walker gore

Originally posted by princessblackwhite

You tightened your grip on your Beretta 92, pointing it towards the ground and safely away from the other Saviors in front of you. Your eyes scanning the trees surrounding you, on high alert. Your gaze landed on Negan sauntering about 20 feet ahead of you, barbed baseball bat draped over his shoulder.  This was the first run you were allowed to come on and you’d be damned if you were going to mess this up. You wanted to prove yourself.

Earlier that morning, a couple of scouts came in with news of a crashed plane site about 3 clicks to the East. Though visible storm clouds had begun to form miles away, the Savior leader was confident they’d make it back before it hit. Negan rounded up his usual posse of Arat and Simon as well as a few others. You included.

The group in front of you slowed and you could make out the crash site through the trees. It was the shredded metal carcass of a plane much smaller than you anticipated. But you were certain, there would be some useful finds in there.

Negan gestured to Simon and Arat. “You two, check the plane. Pick it fucking clean.” 

“Yes sir,” SImon replied with a playful salute then he and Arat disappeared into the jagged wreckage. 

The Savior leader turned to the rest of you. “Marcus, Tommy and Fat Joseph, check the surroundings. Leave no fucking stone unturned.” His intense hazel eyes fixate on you. “Star, you’re with them. Don’t go too far and stay on your fucking guard.”

You grimace at the nickname but nod your head obediently and begin walking away. Weeks ago, Negan had spotted the black shooting star tattoo on the inside of your right wrist. Since you weren’t one for much verbal communication, he dubbed you with that charming little nickname. Though you supposed it could have been worse. It could have been Fat Joseph.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize you had walked about two hundred feet from the site, barely hearing the voices of the other Saviors. Inwardly scolding yourself you start to turn around when movement caught the corner of your eye. Raising your gun, you quietly move towards where you saw it when you stare up in surprise. A walker, groaning and reaching towards you, was stuck in a tree. Strapped to the shredded remains of a parachute which was hopelessly tangled in the branches. Disheartened, you begin to turn away when you notice something. What looked like a full fanny pack bulging at the walker’s waist.

You smiled. This was your chance. You could get the pack down and bring whatever was inside back to Negan. Thinking perhaps you could maneuver the walker to remove the pack, you grab a long stick, flicking a large green beetle off first. Jabbing at the walker’s midsection, the stick goes right through the rotted flesh and connects to the tree behind it. You freeze when you hear the sound of angry bees emerging from behind the walker. Fuck! There was a nest hidden back there. The noises the walker made must have drowned out the sounds of the hive. Without hesitation you bolted back towards the wreckage, hearing the deafening buzzing right behind you. You feel at least three sting you painfully and you yelp as you hear the familiar voices of the Saviors. When you burst into the clearing you manage to yell “Bees!” as you run past your group.

This was bad. Very very bad. You could already feel your skin welting up and your throat beginning to close. The earth was tilting and causes you to run smack into a tree, no doubt earning a painful black eye. You roll onto the dry leaves, wheezing, vaguely hearing footsteps rapidly approaching you. Thankfully, it seems as though you outran the hive. 

“Fuck! What’s wrong with her?!” You hear Negan yell over you.

“Damn, I think she’s having a reaction to the stings,” Simon’s voice answered, though it sounded as though you were hearing him underwater.

“There was a first aid kit on the plane! There has to be an epi pen in there,” Arat said frantically and then sound of retreating footsteps followed. Your vision was fading in and out and your tongue was swelling up.

“Why the fuck didn’t she TELL us she was allergic to fucking bees?” You hear Negan ask the others angrily and you want nothing more than to respond. You never wanted to be a liability. You were so stupid. And now you were going to die.

Your fingers grab at your throat and you could no longer breathe. This was it. In a world of walkers, you were going to die by fucking bees

Suddenly you feel a sharp stab into your upper thigh and you’re able to breathe again. 

“That’ll work for now but she needs to see the doctor. We need to move her.”

“Fuck! Ok Fat Joseph, pick her up and we’ll-”

As your vision is slowly returning a deafening metallic crack is heard through the trees, startling the shit out of you. The loud sound rings in your ears and Negan lets out a string of angry curses.

“Lightning struck the goddamn plane!”

You feel the thick arms of Fat Joesph picking up quickly and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Boss! There’s a fire!” You hear Arat say and there’s a mad scramble to gather supplies.

“Fuck! Just our mother fucking LUCK! Fat Joseph, run ahead and get back to base. Take Star to Carson as soon as you get there. Everyone else, grab whatever the fuck you can and let’s move! Smokey the goddamn bear isn’t here so we better hope the rain takes care of this shit!”

You bounce uncomfortably on Fat Joseph’s meaty shoulder as you begin to drift away. Your last thoughts before you fell unconscious being of sheer humiliation and defeat.

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Issues- Part Ten


Negan x you
When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.
Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  
Word count- 2,226

Read previous parts- HERE

Part ten

********* Flash to The Hilltop*****

“YOU JUST LEFT HER THERE???” Rick screamed “WITH HIM?”

Jesus, Michonne, Maggie, Carl, Enid, Sasha and Tara stood there in shock. They hadn’t expected Daryl to turn up the way he had. Dressed in what looked like a prison outfit, covered in dirt and bare foot.

“She didn’t want to come” Daryl sagged to his knees “How did she even get there in the first place?”

“She persuaded Negan not to kill one of us, at Alexandria after Rosita tried to shoot him, if she agreed to go with him” Michonne was the only on who spoke “apparently he offered it to her it a couple of days before, we don’t have all of the details obviously

“She wouldn’t come, I tried but she, she let me go” He felt his eyes welling with tears “If she hadn’t of let me go It was only time before he killed me”

Daryl” Jesus walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder “You’re safe now”

“They’re together, I think” Daryl muttered, but loud enough for them all too hear.

“What the HELL does that mean Daryl” Rick spat.

“You mean like a couple?” Maggie asked shocked and couldn’t believe it. Thinking of Glen. “She wouldn’t

“I saw them together” he told them, still looking at the ground “He kissed her and she kissed him back, she wants to be there, with him

“We have to get her”

“She won’t leave!” Daryl shouted “I told you Rick, I tried to get her to come but she…” he trailed off. Unable to explain the look he had seen on her face. She was thinking of him, of Negan

How could she be there for him? 

Didn’t she know about his wives? 

Was she one of them now? 

He didn’t want to believe it. 

Why would she do it?

“I don’t believe that, she’s my daughter” Rick echoed Daryl thoughts “She knows what he’s like, she would never do that to us

“Yeah, your daughter who you babied because you were worried she would be like her Mum someday,” Carl finally spoke up shocking everyone “You wouldn’t let her fight, you wouldn’t let her do anything apart from look after Judith since we got to Alexandria” Shaking his head he added “She’s stronger than you think, than you have ever given her credit for”

“Thats not true Carl

“Yes it is!!!”  He shouted “She was so unhappy” Carl felt guilty he had never stood up and said anything before, maybe his sister would still be here, fighting the fight against them instead of being behind enemy lines. He missed her.

“And you think she’s happier, with him?”

“If she doesn’t want to leave I think that says enough!”

“We fight, we kill them and we bring her home thats how this is going to work” Rick told them all “Once we kill Negan Daryl can lead us back to the Sanctuary and we can get her”

“And if she refuses?”

She won’t


I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone knocked on Negan’s bedroom door to tell him Daryl had escaped. To be honest I didn’t think it would even take this long.

Pretending to stay asleep while he got up to answer the door I felt sick to my stomach “This better be fucking good” he mumbled.

“Daryl has escaped” that was defiantly Dwight. I couldn’t mistake his voice now.


“Yeah, we have searched the whole sanctuary and he is nowhere to be seen” Dwight explained.

FUCK!!!!” I flinched as little as possible when the sound of something crashing to the floor showed Negan’s anger was spilling over again.

“Someone helped him” Dwight added which caused another loud crash. What had be broken? I hope not those vinyls.

“WHATTTTTTTTT??????” I couldn’t pretend to be asleep for long with this noise so opened my eyes and began to move, sitting up in the bed taking in the scene.

As soon as Negan realised I was awake he stormed over to me and grabbed me, almost painfully around the throat “DID YOU KNOW? DID YOU DO IT?” This was it he was going to kill me. I should never of let Daryl go.

Before I could form any kind of sentence Dwight spoke up “It wasn’t her

What? We both turned to look at him. Both for different reasons.

Negan’s fingers instantly left my neck. 

On instinct I felt me it with my own, as though I expected there to be dents from his fingers.

He was holding the note. Shit.

I’m sorry whoever left it before. I really am.

“Sherry” The wife? “She must of slipped this under his door with a key to the cell before she left, I’d know her handwriting anywhere

“Oh my god” I flopped backwards on the bed. Have I got away with this? Have I really saved Daryl from being hurt? It couldn’t be that easy.

Negan finally found his voice “Find them both” he practically growled.

I could hear him getting dressed hurriedly “Send Simon and a crew to Alexandria the motherfucker will head there first” God I hope Daryl listened to me and didn’t “Kill him on sight and bring his body here, he can be on the fence” no no no no no no no no no no no no “everyone else goes out and searches every-fucking-where for Sherry”

My stomach was doing summersaults. I think I’m going to throw up.

“Y/n?” He spoke almost softly and it scared me more than when he was shouting. Sitting up on my elbows I watched as he zipped his leather jacket up and picked Lucille off of the chair by the door.

Stay in this room, do not leave unless you have someone with you, even for food!”

“Okay” I nodded my head as he began to leave “Negan!”


“Stay safe” Please don’t find Daryl.

He looked a little shocked at what I had said but nodded his head once before closing the door behind him.


What have I done?


A few hours must of passed before someone knocked on the door. I slowly walked over and opened it wondering who it could be and was relieved to see that it was Joey standing there eating a banana that was almost too ripe.

“Hows the face?” He asked staying outside of the room.

Sore but fine”

To be honest with everything going on I had kind of forgotten all about it.

“I never got the chance to thank you” He shifted his feet awkwardly.

“No need”

“Come on” he gestured me to follow him “Lets get some food”

“Yes that sounds good!” My stomach was rumbling “Let me just grab my shoes”

Turning around I sat on the edge of the bed and put them on.

“So weird

“Excuse you?” I looked at him with wide eyes.

“You being in here” he pointed into the room.

“Yeah I know, he told me knowone comes in here”

“Even I’m not allowed” he laughed “You’re like magic or something”

Laughing I didn’t know what to say.

We made our way down to the cafeteria. 

You could tell the men were on high alert as they were all walking the halls holding guns. Did they really think he was still here? With any luck he was miles away from here and somewhere safe. Please be safe.

Seeing that there was pasta for dinner I was excited. It was one of my favourite foods.

I noticed that people were looking at me but not in the same way as before, it was different somehow.

“It’s because of what you did?” Joey spoke noticing me looking around the room. Panic flowed through me. Did they all know? Oh god. Is this a trap?

“Sorry?” I said, finding my voice.

“Saving me from him” he said with a smile “It showed them you’re one of us and would protect them, even from your own, old own, people”

I didn’t say one of the reasons was because I couldn’t let Daryl kill someone who wasn’t hurting anyone. He didn’t deserve that. The dead was a different story.

“Do you think he will go back, to where you used to be from?” Daryl.

“I hope not” I said honestly “To be honest Joey no matter what I just hope he gets far away and I never had to see him again, for everyones sake” I swallowed the lump in my throat. 

“I guess” He tapped a finger on the table between us “boss is going to be like a bear with a sore head till he finds him”

“What do you think he’ll do to her?”

“Sherry?” popping a piece of pasta into my mouth I just nodded “I don’t know” he sighed “One of the rules is he doesn’t hurt women and children, especially his wives but no one has ever done what she has” Oh god “He’ll never forgive her”

“You think he’ll do what he did to Doctor Carson?”

“Knowing Negan hell probably burn the other side of Dwights face to punish her”

“Why would he do that? He didn’t let Daryl go”

“Oh” he pointed his fork at me “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Okay so Dwight and Sherry were married”

What?” I almost chocked on air “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, Sherry had a sister who was sick and needed insulin or something like that and the three of them stole all of the stuff we had here that she needed and ran away”

Holy shit.

“The sister got bite and died and they came back before Negan found them” Why would they come back? that was stupid  “Sherry agreed to become Negan’s wife if he didn’t kill Dwight for stealing and then running away”

“So instead he burnt half of his face?” What? That’s so messed up “So she never wanted to be with Negan?”

“None of them do”  he laughed like I was the idiot “they do it for one reason or another, it isn’t because they love, hell they don’t even like him”

“Apart from one?” I remember him saying about Amber before.

“She changes from loving to hating him”

“And right now?”

“She hates that he won’t see them”

“Won’t?” So he still hasn’t?  He was telling the truth?

“She keeps asking but I’m just told….” He trailed off. He didn’t need to finish that sentence, I knew what he was going to say.

“So you keep his wives busy while…..?”

“No, not really” he laughed awkwardly “I pass them on the way to my room”

“They all share a room?” That sounded awkward.

“No, no they have their own rooms but they have to spend all day in this parlour type room”  fucking hell.

“Its a lot I know” he leant forward so no-one else heard him “You’re changing him, he’s not so.. so… Negan

“Is that a good thing?”

“Hell yeah!” he smiled at me“You’re good for this place”

“I don’t know about that” I could feel myself blush.

“I do, and hell even if you and Negan weren’t, you and Negan whatever that is, Its not every day you get a new friend, especially one that saves your life, and not from zombies!” He laughed loudly. Friend? He classed me as a friend?

“Ok, friend tell me something random about you!” I said changing the subject. I needed to stop talking about those damn wives. And Negan.

“Ohhhhh” he rubbed his hands together “This is my kinda game, twenty questions but unlimited questions aha!”


Joey and I spent a couple of hours sitting in the cafeteria talking. He truly had become a friend to me and it was weird.

I had not had a genuine conversation like that since, since before the world went to shit. It felt so fucking normal.

A group of Negans men with guns walked into the cafeteria going straight for some food. I saw Simon, they were the ones who had gone to Alexandria then? Did they find him? My stomach tightened at the thought.

“Eat and then get a few hours sleep, were going back out at first light” Did that mean they hadn’t found him?

“We should get you back” Joey cleared his throat and gathered our pots up.

“I want to go to my room” I told him. 

Part of me wanted to be as far away from Negan as I could. I was terrified he would somehow find out I had been the one to let Daryl out. 

What if Daryl told him if they found him? 

What if he tortured him until he did?

There was not a single part of me that didn’t think he wouldn’t hurt me in some way if he found out. All I could do was to try and separate myself from him as much as I could. No matter how much it hurt me to do so.

Maybe he’ll get bored of me and send me back to Alexandria. I didn’t want that. Not one fibre of my being wanted that. I wanted him. But……..

As soon as we got back to my room and Joey was sat in the chair outside of my door I did something I had never done before. I used the lock on the inside of the door.


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I’m a Bad Boy -Chapter 4-

Originally posted by grayground

Prologue - Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4

Artist/Characters - Seonghwa/Sunghwa GrayxReader
Jay Park, Simon D, Loco, Ugly Duck, Zico, C.jamm, Blacknut

Genre - Mafia AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst
Group - AOMG - VV;D
Word count - 1,405
Vulgar Language, Mentions of death, Gruesome details, Sexual harassment, Violence.

As I enter the medical room I find Simon flipping through a book on the seat beside the bed I had been resting. His profile was beautiful as he’d carefully turn the pages, obviously in his own little world. It didn’t take much for me to find myself locked in a trance at the mere sight. His hair softly brushed his forehead, eyelashes long and full, cheeks and jawline had stunning bone structure, and his lips full and plump. My eyes stayed fixated on his lips, the corners of his mouth had now turned upwards.. he’s smiling? “I suppose you like what you see, huh?” with that I snap back to reality. Obviously flustered, I try to think of something witty to say.. but no such luck. I settle with changing the topic. “What book are you reading?” I chirp, making my way over to have a look at the book that was in his hands. “I’m reading Loco’s diary.. can you believe he writes in a diary!!!!” Simon exclaimed, clearly amused. “You’re reading his personal diary? Won’t you get in trouble!!” I worriedly look towards the door, expecting an infuriated Loco to bust in and kick our asses. “Probably, but I don’t care. Sit on the bed, we can read it together, if he comes in here, I’ll take all the blame.” Simon laughs, patting the bed to signal me to get comfortable. I oblige.
The next 30 minutes consists of Simon and I laughing at what seems to be Loco’s misfortune. I kinda feel bad, but I’m glad I now feel comfortable and welcome.
Breaking our fixation on the diary, Simons phone chimes signalling that he had received a message. Simon reaches for his phone and reads the message, a warm smile appearing as he closes up his phone. “Sunghwa has ordered me to fix you up a bedroom to sleep in. Obviously the poor sucker is worried about you.” Simon chuckles as he stands from his seat “I’ll be back to get you soon. If anyone comes in here, don’t be scared.. everyone in here is harmless.” With that, Simon leaves the room. I’m somewhat grateful for Sunghwa, I said some nasty things to him but he still treats me with kindness. Snapping me out of my thoughts, I hear the door click open, and instead of another man entering the room, it’s a beautiful woman. “Oh! HI! You must be Y/N. Its nice to finally meet you.” The woman says with a bright smile “I’m Hoody.” “It’s nice to meet you too, are you looking for Simon? He just left the room, but he shouldn’t be too much longer.” I smile back, its nice to see another woman in the mix.. was worried I was trapped in a sausage fest. “Are you feeling any better? We’ve all been pretty worried about you. Sunghwa seemed the most though.” Hoody walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, smile never leaving her face. “Yeah, I’m feeling much better now. My head still hurts a little but I’m sure once I get more sleep I should be good as new by morning.” I chuckle. It feels so good to be able to talk to another girl. I don’t have many friends. Only one I can really rely on. Her name is Katie. She’s the yin to my yang, the Jekyll to my hyde.. the person that has kept me grounded since we first met in high school. I should probably send her a message to let her know I’m alright. She’d probably be worried I’d died somewhere. I’m very clumsy, and tend to hurt myself a lot. She says that she has to Y/N proof everything for me so I don’t end up with an injury. I’m thankful to her, she doesn’t ever complain, nor does she get angry when I seem to lose myself. Maybe its because she knows she can lead me back to where I’m supposed to be. She has the patience of a saint. Gosh, I miss her already. Clearly noticing my subtle frown, Hoody places her hand on my head “Don’t worry too much, it seems like you’re healing fast. Give it another day or two and I’ll escort you home so we all know you’re safe.” Hoody comforts.
After a few friendly exchanges with Hoody, we begin to hear shouting from the corridors. It seems like everyone has gone into a state of panic and I can’t help but feel extremely worried for whats about to come.
“Y/N, stay here. If it seems like someone might be coming into the room, there’s a closet over there. Hide.” With that Hoody rushes off towards the shouting. What a fearless woman.
The shouts and agonised screams seem to be getting louder, I want to hide but I’ve frozen on the spot. Why must I do this now!!
The door breaks open to reveal a man that looks like he has sea coral on top of his head, his eyes seemed menacing, his lips twisted into a crooked smile. He strides over to me with a crazed look on his face. “What have we here? Black Dragons pet?” He chuckles, quickly grabbing on to my wrist and twisting ever so slightly. His intentions aren’t to hurt me, but he’s definitely trying to show me who is boss in this situation. “You’re coming with me.” He growls as he lifts me up over his shoulders and rushing for the exit. He gets through the corridor, men with guns having stand offs, He realises he can’t escape that way. He takes the back exit.. no one had covered the back exit. What the fuck is happening? The mysterious man places my feet on the ground but still has a firm hold on my wrist.. “You’re going to have a little bit of a sleep darling, once you wake you’ll be in our headquarters.” With no room for arguments, he places a clothe over my face and almost instantaneously I begin to feels drowsy. Within seconds I fell into a deep sleep.

“What the fuck happened?” I slowly open my eyes, rubbing my head.. this feels like déjà vu. This shit is beginning to be a pain in the ass.
“Oh! Sleeping beauty is awake!!!!” a man shouts, the first think I noticed was his bowl hair cut. Is this a grown man or a man child? “Do you mind not shouting? My head hurts dude.” I grimace, still holding my head. “Ah shit, sorry.. I got too excited.” The man scratches the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed by his outburst. “Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Blacknut. The man you met earlier.. you know, the crazy one? His name is C.Jamm. He’s out getting some food for you.. hope you’re hungry.” The man named Blacknut said with a nod. “To me you seem like the craziest out of the two of you. How can you be so excited over this?” I know he’s trying to be nice bt I can’t hide my annoyance. “This is the first time we’ve had a woman here.. I’m sorry if I seem a bit strange. I’m not exactly sure how I should be reacting to all of this.” He shrugs, plopping himself down on a seat by the door to the room. We both fall silent for a fair few minutes before the door swings open to reveal C.Jamm holding bags of food. He rushes over to the bed and places the food on the bedside table. “Hey, you’re up! Hope you’re hungry. Didn’t know what you like to eat so I bought a variety of things.” C.jamm sits on the end of the bed, shrugging his jacket off to reveal a body covered in tattoos. My eyes open wide at the sight, there’s so damn many! I reach for one of the bags and peep in to see what’s inside, first bag has fried rice, some meat dishes and dumplings, the other had bags of salads, sandwiches. I look up to see C.jamm and Blacknut smiling widely. “Is there something on my face?” I start to wipe my cheeks, “No, just pretty excited we finally have a woman here. It’s kind of brightened this place up a bit. Everyone seems to be in good spirits now that you’re here.”
That seems all well and good, until you know the real reason behind it.

thief | john shelby

you’re part of a gang that pick pockets and john has a crush on you

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Originally posted by sceawere

Small Heath on a Sunday was jam-packed with people. Everyone was either out doing their business, eating outside at their favourite restaurant, doing some shopping or just going for a walk. It was the day where most of the husbands weren’t working so it was perfect for family time. It was also perfect for you and your gang to pick pocket as many people as you could. It wasn’t the most ideal lifestyle but, people have valuables. Especially the rich, who were often sat outside some fancy pub drinking.  

You and a few members of your gang had decided to go down to the rich end of Small Heath. The rich end still wasn’t that much better than the poor but the houses were decent and the people were most definitely better off.  

Something about the rich end always made you nervous. It wasn’t that you could get caught at any moment, it was the Shelby brothers, who were often down there visiting their aunt. They knew about what your gang did after John had caught you trying to steal his watch, they promised not to say anything but they mentioned that if you ever stole from Polly then there would be trouble.  

Most people were threatened by them, you wasn’t. It was just something about John that made you anxious. You hadn’t spoken much but when you did it was quick and rushed, usually by him. He would ramble quickly before saying sorry and walking away. His other brothers dismissed you and the rest of your gang, not really caring for you. Arthur would sometimes say hello if he saw you, Tommy however never spoke to you. The only time he had was when he was shouting at you for trying to rob the watch.  

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Manhattan Mistress part 9


Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: The devil may care what happens in Brooklyn, but the Manhattan Mistress has lost all her trust in Steve and is getting ready for battle. Song is “Shoot and run” by Josef Salvat.

Word count: 3.051

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of murder, death and rape. Please do not read belong the cut if you’re not comfortable with any of forementioned!

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Enjoy sweetie!

Part 6: the white noise

Part 7: the waiting game

Part 8: the heathens

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Originally posted by leavingscar

I am so thankful to be back at home in LA, I am so thankful just to see home “thank you god” last time I saw this place I walked out on Chris “Rylee this is Keeis, he is my cousin. He housesits for me” Chris said before running up the stairs, does he housesit or just get high all day “I can tell you just housesit” walking over to the door, unlocking it and sliding it open “do you not open doors and windows?” he looks high now “uh yeah, just y’all came early. I will go” he said, now I want to clean because I feel this place is a mess “thank you for making a mess” I mumbled, I don’t like it. I never liked it with my brothers and I don’t like it now, pushing the curtains back letting some light in. I swear it smells like sex in here, I ain’t fucking with that at all because this is a family home now. I guess I should be happy to be back here, the tour bus is horrible and small and Chris and his friend Barry are forever pulling jokes. I feel I am turning into Chris where I don’t sleep, makes me laugh but I am feeling so tired.

There is not much I can do, Chris has his tour date today and a day off tomorrow. He did say I don’t need to come but I will go with him, I want to support him. I called that job and said I declined, I spoke to my mom after and she said she hears the happiness in my voice which is sweet. We needed that break away “are you coming upstairs!?” Chris shouted, looking up at him “uh yeah, just tidying” picking up the bottles from the table “leave it, come upstairs” I wonder what he wants to do “we have had sex several times? I mean I don’t mind, actually fuck me like you did in the bathroom” walking over to the kitchen, Chris busted out laughing “just come upstairs!” placing the bottles down on the kitchen counter “ok, I am coming now. I want new couches by the way, I am sure your cousin been having sex here” looking up and Chris had gone, of course he ran off when he heard me complain. Walking up the steps, I am expecting Chris to be naked now.

The bedroom door is half closed and I am feeling so damn nervous on what he is up too “Chrissy?” slowly walking towards the door “if you are playing a stupid trick with me I will be so angry with you” pushing the door open expecting Chris to be naked but nothing, frowning in confusing. Walking into the bedroom looking around the room and then my eyes fell to the ground, seeing the trail of roses on the floor. My smile grew seeing it led to Chris’ walk in closet “Chris” I said in a whisper, walking the trail to the closet. Slowly pushing the door open, the air got caught in my throat seeing Chris on one knee “will you marry me still?” placing my hand over my mouth, I hate him for making me all emotional again “you know I will” my voice all high pitched as I sobbed out “why do you do this, you know I said I am and seeing this” I sniffled, Chris placed the ring on my finger and hugged me “I just wanted to make sure and do it again, sorry. I love you” wrapping my arms around his body “I love you too, you know I was still engaged to you” now he’s made me cry.

I am a damn mess again “I always see you adore your Tom Ford bag so much, I got you a new bag. I chose this, I hope you like it” I gasped as my eyes bulged out “fuck me, I love bags. This is beautiful and looks so expensive” taking the bag from him “thank you baby” pecking his lips and then going back to admiring my new bag “oh my gosh, I am in love” this Louis Vuitton bag is going to my collection “ugh, this is so beautiful and you chose well. Like I am so shocked, you did this all for me? I mean wow, I have a five-million-dollar ring and this bag. I feel rich” Chis laughed “I feel boujee as fuck, damn, Thank you, honestly” Chris looks so proud looking at me “I told my cousin to take delivery, and then to get me roses. I wanted to propose to you again, make it a little more between us. Like this break was, I appreciate you” he grabbed hold of my hand, pressing kisses to my hand “I was ready to slap you, I thought you was joking with me. I am sick of you and Barry, you niggas be scaring me!” stroking his cheek with my hand “well nobody told you to fall asleep on the couch, your fault” he got a point, I shouldn’t have.

I need to get my eyebrows done, plucking the few hairs I can see “come and lay with me, come! No freak shit” placing my small mirror down, turning around away from my vanity table “says the man that is down to his boxers” he says no freaky shit, he a liar “just lay with me, we can just talk” he opened his arms, actually this gives me the chance to do something that has been annoying me. Taking my tweezers with me “what time we going to your concert, I need to clean downstairs” climbing onto the bed, placing my legs on either side of Chris before laying on his chest “what cleaning?” he questioned, that little bit of hair around his nipple annoys me “just hold still for me” lifting my head, and then with my tweezer I pulled a strand of hair. Chris yelped so loudly for no reason “will you just stay still, it will be les painful if you don’t do that” Chris stared at me in shock “why!? Don’t pluck my nipple” he is so dramatic “Chris there is like a few hairs that annoy me, let me take them off please?” he placed his hand over his nipple “right, your pubes have a few long ones” moving off him pulling his boxers down “no! Rylee Stop it” meaning mugging him “let me do it, please” Chris turned onto his side holding his dick, his butt all exposed for me. Touching his butt cheek, Chris’ dramatic ass rolled off the bed.

Chris got up in a huff pulling his boxers up “your nipple looks deformed, let me do it please” Chris is really upset about this, poking his lips out like that “I’m sad now, you really done it to me” shuffling over to Chris on my knees on the bed “baby I wouldn’t do anything to make you look stupid but these really long thick hairs annoy me, just stay still for me” he has some juicy nipples though, plucking another hair out. He cringed “you don’t do that to me again, are they both equal?” taking another hair out “just this left nipple that is hairy” taking another hair out “ouch!!! Stop!” I took two out there “ok fine, that is it now” brushing his chest with my hand “all gone” Chris grabbed my face and pressed kisses to my lips roughly pushing me back onto the bed.

Nudging Chris “your phone” I mumbled moving away from him, opening my eyes a little “shit! Rylee, the time” Chris spat jumping off the bed, blinking several times looking at Chris butt naked running. This is what happens when we have sex, let me get up “don’t run away! I am coming with you” I didn’t even get to clean the house “Chris, did you hear when I said about getting new couches? Your cousin is a mess too, I don’t like him” picking my clothes off from the floor “mhmmm, we will speak later just please get dressed” he pleaded with me, picking his boxers from the bed “oh baby, please don’t walk around naked. I will get hard for you” he said, smiling at Chris walking with the clothes “I won’t be long, just let me some clothes on. We smell like sex though?” he shrugged “who cares, just let’s go” Chris is real late, no rehearsal for him again.

We weren’t that late as he says, we still have time “I will be back Chris, I just need to get my friend” touching Chris’ arm “ok cool” walking out of the room “let’s go Joe” Maria just text me saying that she is waiting at the gate, I told her that I got her and will get her in VIP “did you get the passes?” I asked him holding my hand out “yeah, there are two here” taking it from him “where are you going bitch?” EJ asked as I walked by “to get my friend why?” looking behind me “it’s decided, you are coming on our bus now. You are coming on the girl’s bus, I bet my life on it” he pointed, good luck with that because Chris said no last time. I don’t think I will get the chance too, Chris doesn’t let me go. Stepping outside “there is some peeps down there” one of the production guys spoke “thank you” least she saved my feet from walking all the way to the entrance where the tour bus enter.

Maria clapped her hands screaming “oh my gosh! I said to my man that Rylee got us and look at this” she said through the gate as Joe opened it “Anton” waving at her man “you know I got you, don’t mind Joe. He goes everywhere with me, he’s friendly” he opened the gate finally, Maria ran to me “so good to see my friend again, we have so much to talk about, like bitch” hugging her close “we do, we have a lot to catch up on” Maria moved back eyeing me up “I seen those pictures girl, you had time away with your man which I am happy about” pulling the passes out from my pocket “wear these at all times for me, just follow me and we can get some drinks and food.” Maria put her arm around me “you gave him that toe curling blowjob like I said and dressed like a naughty nurse” she said in my ear “you know it! I took your advice and it worked, I didn’t even do anything. I just stood there and he was a mess, thank you!” Maria gave me a high five “we have been at it every minute, it’s crazy. But things have gotten better now” Maria cooed “I am so happy for you both” smiling wide walking back inside.

I hope Chris is still in the room, poking my head around the door, he is still here with his friends. They can be here because it’s the LA date so they are all here, the room became a little silent “don’t go quiet on my expense” I said, Fresh laughed “well you the boss now Rylee, come on son!” least he knows “she ain’t the boss when she out here snoring on the bus” Mijo spat, putting a finger up at him “anyways, Chris say hi to my friend Maria and her man Anton” Chris got up quickly “I know Maria, I met you last time you good” Chris hugged her “yes I remember him, I told him to take you away from this and he did” Chris chuckled moving back “you good bro?” he shook Anton’ hand “come in, this is just my homies here” I like when Chris is so welcoming and nice, he knows she is nothing like Bailey that is why.

Holding out a Corona bottle to Maria, she shook her head “no, I can’t” she said, looking at the bottle and then her “bitch, I know you like Corona” is she weird “or you on that cleansing shit?” Maria shook her head “I was going to meet up with you tomorrow and then tell you but, I am pregnant” I froze with the bottle in hand “no!” I shouted loudly “really!?” placing the bottle down on the table “oh my god! Maria” hugging her “I am so happy for you” I spat “aww thank you, I just found out a week ago” I don’t know why I feel emotional, I don’t know if it is for myself or that she is pregnant. I sighed out moving back, sucking back the tears. Feeling a stab of sadness for myself “thank you, I just wanted to tell you in private but I guess not” looking over at Anton with Chris “congratulations” I said, I want to be happy for my friend and I am.

Drinking the Corona, I guess I can drink and feel sad for myself “your time will come next” Maria said, drinking some more as she said that “mhmmm you think?” I shouldn’t have said it like that “I mean, I don’t mean it like that, I just don’t know. I will probably have trouble, I have irregular periods and shit” I shrugged “yeah you said it to me, you came off the tablets but it means nothing. You should know this, we worked in a hospital. It will happen for you, we can be pregnant together” she got a point “I hope, it’s weird because I never wanted to be pregnant but now I do. I really want to be a mother of his child, now I know I am getting married” Maria smiled at me “it’s because you are content and happy, you know what you want and that is him and to be happy so stop it now” Chris keeps looking at me, he knows I am upset.

“Let’s go, follow me. We will just go out front now” waving Maria over, I hope Maria don’t think I was being negative because I’m not. I just got sad “going out front boss?” Fresh said “why do you keep calling me boss for?” he is stupid “because you are” kissing my teeth “then know your place and shut up, come on Joe” seeing the team in the huddle before they go on stage “Rylee, yo!” looking behind me “me stupid” looking ahead “oh, what?” Chris looked at me all confused “you good?” nodding my head “yeah, just let us go by you” walking by Chris “sorry” walking in the middle of their huddle “enjoy the show bro” Chris said as I walked towards the front not looking back, I am not bitter and I don’t want Maria thinking that of me at all.

Looking behind me, someone threw a bra on stage “man” Joe said walking up the steps. Chris better not touch that thing “he is such a good dancer” Maria said in my ear “I can only imagine what he is like in bed you lucky bitch” busting out laughing “he’s great in bed, it’s an experience with him” I said back to her “he’s made me addicted to sex like I want it all the time” Maria screamed “yes bitch, I don’t blame you bitch. Get that brown dick” me and Maria couldn’t help but dance “y’all dancing over dick!” Anton spat “dick she don’t get!” laughing waving him off “I am happy for my bitch, come on boy!” Maria said, laughing my ass off, the music cut off and I am still laughing “noodle arms!” I shouted, Chris glared at me but I did not expect him to hear me. Let me stop, he has not looked away from me “I think you going to get it good again tonight” Maria said in my ear, Chris has not looked away from me as the music started. Chris pulled the mic from the mic stand “You’re a goddess in the bedroom, devil in them skintights. Drug that I’m hooked to. But it’s okay, I’ll be alright. Tried my best to please you, show you what it means to. Be a victim of love. So turn on that red light, ooh. Turn on that red light, ooh” Chris walked down the stairs, I want the ground to swallow me up, please god. Walking away towards Maria but she walked away laughing “we gon be bumping and grinding, seems like you’re ready to sex me baby. And I’m feeling on your booty, driving me crazy” Chris placed his hand on my booty, hiding my face in his chest “Half on a baby. Cause’ your body’s calling me” Chris sang smiling down at me, the song faded but the fans kept on singing “I hate you” hiding my face with my hand, he pressed a kiss to the side of my face walking away.

I am still feeling hot and flustered because of Chris “he got you so good!” Maria spat, shaking my head rolling my eyes “Rylee!” Carlos waved at me, looking at him “Nia is asking for you, she is in the box at the top” pointing at myself “why!?” I am confused “she mentioned you, shall I walk you” this is so weird “fine, let me just tell my friend” walking over to Maria “I will be back, just wait here. If anything, speak to Joe” Maria nodded her head, walking off with Carlos. I am wondering why Nia wants me, I honestly didn’t even know she was here to begin with. I have Carlos with me just in case she wants to fight me but I doubt that, I know little Roro will be here so I am excited to see her face. I have missed her the most out of all of this.

Carlos opened the door for me, I am reluctant in going in there. There is a few grown females in there, fuck them I can hold my own. Walking into the room, some female nudged Nia and she was quick to get up “hi” she smiled, seeing Roro in her dress staring at her dad working. Nia walked over to Royalty, she grabbed her arm and turned her around. She pointed over at me, Royalty genuinely looked so surprised. She ran at me with her arms open, I have missed her little face. Picking her up, she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me so tight, I am getting a little choked up getting so much love from her “aww she missed you” Nia said, Royalty moved her head back smiling “I missed you too Roro” touching her cheek “Lee!” she hugged me again, her mother cooed “let’s go out there” Nia gestured, turning around hold Royalty.

The door closed behind Nia “pretty Lee” Royalty touched my hair, smiling at her “she missed you a lot, she kept saying Lee this and Lee that. She said that Lee was not there, she didn’t say bye” that would be when I walked on her stupid dad but I am not about say that “oh yeah, I had to leave overnight. My mom is not well and lives in New Jersey. I didn’t want to wake Royalty” Nia nodded her head “look, she adores you, I know first-hand. She talks about you so much, I know we got off on the wrong side but believe me when I just thought you was one of his girls. With Royalty being so involved I want the best for her, I didn’t want my daughter being in that home when the home was a revolving door for women and men, I couldn’t let it happen. I know he is settled, the vibe around him is different so when you speak to him tell him that. He has to understand that I didn’t want that for her, you will be her step mother and that doesn’t upset me. I just was concerned you was going to be a female she never sees again, she clings as you can see” looking at Royalty, Nia got a point.

Royalty ran to me and jumped onto my lap “he get me Lee!” she yelped grabbing my arms to protect her “but daddy just wants to give you hugs baby” I can’t help her when Chris wants a hug, he picked her out of my lap and Royalty screamed out “that girl adores you” Maria said “she’s so cute, I adore her too” I said, seeing Joyce walk over to me “I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be on this tour anymore, I am glad you are staying on this with him. Look after my baby for me” smiling at Joyce “aww no, don’t leave me with them boys. They bully me” Joyce chuckled “I need my sleep, I am done with them but I am just happy you are with him Rylee, nice meeting you Maria” Joyce waved at her walking off “Lee!!” Royalty screamed climbing onto my lap, this time she wrapped her arms around my neck “it’s so sweet seeing this side to Chris” Maria pointed “he is like a giant baby” smiling at Chris “he is, he’s worse in bed. Laying on top of me like a baby” Maria snorted laughing “god, I love you two so much” Chris pecked my lips “can I go to the club tonight with the boys?” I paused not knowing what to say but I am not going to say no “erm, sure” hearing a slap and then seeing that Royalty slapped Chris’ face “come with us” Chris offered “honestly I want to go home and sleep in a bed, you go” my plan is that I can sleep in the bed to myself, what a blessing “you not upset with me, you was upset earlier?” shaking my head.