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I Don’t Mean It (pt 8)

You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you. 

If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.

Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore. 

It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.

You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.

Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.

He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed. 

Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.

“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing. 

“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.

“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”

“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them. 

Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.

“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,

“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.

“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.

“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.

“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.

Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name. 

“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.

“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.

“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.

“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said. 

Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?

“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.

“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.

Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?

“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.

“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.

“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.

“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said. 

“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.

What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?

A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Time Waster [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which (Y/N) is desperately trying to deal with her feelings.

Part two:

Part three:

Part four:

((Y/I)= your initial)

(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.

Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.

She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.

She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.



The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”

“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.

She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.

They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.

A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.

Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.

She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.

By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.

Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.

He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.

It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.

“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.

“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”

“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”

Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”

(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.

“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”

“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”

“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”

(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”

Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”

Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.

(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.

“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”

“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.

“I came to check up on you guys.”

Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.

“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.

“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”

She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.

‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.

Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.

“Who’s hungry?” She asked.

(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.

It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.

She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.

She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.

They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.

“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.

“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”

All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.

“(Y/N), wait.”

“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”

As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.

Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.

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Thoughts On S9 Queens

Didn’t know if I should do this but here I am anyways…

Trinity Taylor: Interview was kind of forgettable, other than the fact that I remember she was looking like a traditional pageant queen. Don’t think she’s gonna go too far but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.

Nina Bonina Brown: I can tell she might be a little messy but it’s probably gonna be entertaining as fuck. She can literally paint anything on her face like WOW. Might go home first due to said messiness.

Shea Coulee: YAS SICKENING THE HOUSE DOWN BOOTS GAGA WERK. Definitely should go far. She’s so gorgeous, I cried. 

Kimora Blac: Seems like a fucking bitch but I’m living for it in a Gia Gunn type of way.

Jaymes Mansfield: I don’t remember anything besides that weird/annoying little girl voice.


Eureka: Really queen? You used 80 million things to describe a red dress?

Valentina: She’s pretty but kind of stupid. I like ha anyways. 

Charlie Hides: rat. and thats the t.

Aja: BIIIIIIITCH. LEMME FUCKIN TELL YOU. I’ve followed Aja for a looooooonggg time. She’s AMAZING. Funny, lip sync queen, excellent drag mother, makes like 90% of what she wears, smart, marketing genius, captivating. This is my winner. And y’all should check out the Haus of Aja if you wanna get snatched. 

Sasha Velour: I’ve also been following her for a long time! She’s so pure, definitely rooting for her, definitely gonna be Miss Congeniality. Also she’s Russian so get ready for that!

Peppermint: YES! Finally trans representation ON the show. She’s beautifulllllll. I hope she doesn’t get shafted by anyone or anyone says anything rude because I will cut a bitch over Peppermint.

Alexis Michelle: I don’t remember much from her MTQ video but I remember that she seemed really sweet and genuine.

Not the One

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed 

Warnings: Cussing. Angst. Fluff? I honestly don’t know. 

Author’s Note: I have been feeling really down lately so I wanted to do something to get it out. 

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Y/N was a very unique addition to the team of superheros. She was an excellent  sniper, she had the power of fire, mind control, and a few other powers. Y/N mostly kept to herself and was mainly found in the library but during any events with the team, she was there. 

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anonymous asked:

OKAY but like notice how Maggie like reaches out to get know Winn first in that ep. Prolly cause alex talks about her nerd brother all the time and Maggie's like okay I've met the sister now I've gotta meet the brother. (Also she gets nervous around James cause she's a photography nerd and "Alex you didn't tell me James was JAMES FREAKING OLSEN how am I supposed to not look stupid!!!???" Anyway I love Maggie becoming part of superfriends also j'onn was pure and soft like he always is


don’t ask for nudes

a/n: i couldn’t help myself when i saw the meme… au btw!

Sakura couldn’t believe what she was reading. It was only two words. Two words that pricked her skin, especially after what had happened yesterday.

send nudes? (6:40 pm)

She had to restrain herself from crushing her own phone into tiny little pieces. She looked down and read it again, willing for an explanation to pop up under it from her own boyfriend. She hoped he was playing around—hoped it was also meant for her. It didn’t even sound like something he would type, or was he just a completely different man with her? She shook her head, determined that the two years with him wasn’t anything less than genuine love. 

Sakura had to type something, otherwise she would have no choice but to show up at his doorstep and punch the living daylights out of him.

excuse me??

are you serious right now, sasuke? (6:51 pm)

Plopping down on the couch, Sakura calmed her heart and told herself that she might be overreacting. Maybe Sasuke was just trying to lighten the mood from their fight yesterday, though he was doing a horrible job at it.

never been more serious ;)

i wanna see those curves, been missing them since tuesday… (6:52 pm)

Her stomach soured. She hadn’t seen him all Tuesday and it was what their fight was about yesterday night. Sakura admitted that him dodging her questions after last night’s dinner wasn’t something to get all pent up about, but she could tell he was lying to her. And he never lied, so why did he?

But here it was. The disgusting reason he couldn’t tell her about.

that’s funny. i don’t remember letting you see them on tuesday? (6:58 pm)

the bath house! we stopped there on our way home from the jewelers. (6:59 pm)

Jewelers? What the hell was Sasuke doing at the jewelers? Was he literally dating someone else? Was it that serious that they stopped by a jewelry store? Oh, kami. Was she the girl he was keeping the side when he got tired of his main one?

Sakura took a deep breath and slapped some sense into herself. No, they were practically together everyday—every waking moment if they could. She refused to believe he would cheat on her. That just wasn’t Sasuke.

So, what exactly was he playing at here?

oh yeah! remind me what you bought at the jewelers again? (7:01 pm)

Sakura curled and uncurled her fingers in suspension, hoping she was asking a plausible question.

tsk tsk. you’re so forgetful. are you that lazy to even remember something from two days ago?

hold on, i need to get a drink first. (7:03 pm)

She sighed in relief, but managed to hold tight for the reply. Just then a couple of knocks came from her apartment door. She held onto her phone and slowly shuffled over, eyes still glued to the screen for any incoming messages.

The series of knocks got louder. “Coming!” she called as another text came.

i’m sending you a picture (7:04 pm)

Sakura reached the door, swung it open, and gasped. “Sasuke?”

Before she could say anything else he stepped forward and wrapped his body around hers. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear.

She melted against him, remembering all the reasons why she loved him and why he loved her. “I’m sorry, too,” she murmured back.

After a couple of more minutes, they finally pulled apart. Sakura’s phone buzzed in her hand. Her eyes lingered on the photo that was sent to her.

“Sasuke, where’s your phone?”

Sasuke sighed and went to the couch. “I forgot it at home today when I left for work. So, if you texted or called, that’s why I haven’t replied.”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

since you’re just lazy and not stupid, i’m assuming you’ve figured out that i’m naruto and not sasuke. sheesh i can never have any fun with you, shikamaru. anyway here’s the engagement ring sasuke bought for sakura-chan! she’s gonna love it! (7:09 pm)

And she absolutely did love it. Sakura made a mental note to tell Naruto to delete the message on Sasuke’s phone later. But first, it was a pretty good time to show some curves.



Sonia’s green salad is fresh and crisp and drizzled with just the right amount of vinaigrette but she has lost all her appetite, she may as well be eating wadded newspaper. Her soul is mired in self-pity and despair. Obviously it is she who has driven Roy to drugs, it’s nothing to do with him being upset about Bunty. He probably has to smoke marijuana just to deal with her presence! He can’t even bear to sit at the same table as her to have lunch. She was a fool to think he could have forgiven her for her transgressions, she was an idiot for even coming here. He’s probably slandering her to Damo right this very minute, both of them as high as kites, killing themselves laughing at what a stupid, adulterous bitch she is-
Georgina: I think your phone’s ringing.
Sonia stares. It’s Roy. No doubt the cannabis has loosened his tongue and now he is going to tell her exactly how he feels, encouraged by Damo, who never liked her anyway. She tightens her grip on the phone.
Roy: Hon? Are you there?
Sonia: Yes, Roy?
Roy: Listen, hon. I’m here at the pool, and you know what, the water looks really beautiful, and I was just wondering if you’d like to come down after you’ve finished your lunch and join me for a swim. You can show off the new swimsuit that you just bought!  
Sonia: You’re going swimming? Now? But you don’t have a swimming costume-
Roy: I’m just wearing my boxers. No one cares, this is the country, for fu- for God’s sake. Come on, hon! Come down and say hello to Damo! He really wants to see you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to swim, just come and sunbake while I do a few laps. What do you say? I’ll even buy you an ice-cream!
Sonia normally would never be seen dead at a public pool, but she is so relieved that Roy sounds normal and cheerful, and not consumed by drug-fuelled hatred, that she agrees. She puts the phone down next to her plate and smiles at Georgie, who can’t disguise her surprise at her newly buoyant mood.
Georgina: So what was all that about? He wants you to meet him at the pool?
Sonia: Yes. Do you want to come?
Georgina: No, I’ll have to pass. I promised Dad I’d help him with some accounts. But I envy you. It’s such a nice day for a swim.
Sonia: Yes. It’s turned out to be a lovely day, hasn’t it?

Sex Worker's Guide on Who to tell your Secret...

So very recently I had a somewhat close friend of mine reveal to me that she doesn’t support me in the SW industry, and clearly insinuated she judges me by my choice of what to do with my body. Even with years of experience, it still stung because it was personal.

Over the course of a few years, I’ve revealed to a handful of loved ones of my “alter ego” life. It took me experiences and mistakes to have a much better grasp of how to handle hiding this. Many times I’ve been in a really close bonding moment where I want to tell someone the truth but the truth is that MOST PEOPLE WILL JUDGE YOU.

I don’t care if these are people you went to elementary school with or family friends you’ve known your entire life. As with all things in life, don’t easily hand out personal grenades to others.

This is part of the territory that results in our high pay days. It’s a terrible and sad fact that this isn’t accepted by most people yet. It’s a sacrifice we make.

From my own observations and experiences, these are GENERALLY the types of people you refrain from telling regardless of how close you are:

1) A vanilla boyfriend. Just don’t. It WILL cause issues. He’s your boyfriend meaning that he wants you to ONLY be his. Run from any vanilla man that’s perfectly okay with his girlfriend being used by other men. Young ladies, listen to me on this. You’re still new so you haven’t figured out the brutal reality of this bullet point yet.

2) ANYONE religious. They might have the best of intentions but their values on the subject of sex does not and will never align with yours. Don’t think that you can change their views by blindsighting them and showing them their best friend is in the industry.

3) Anyone in anyway affiliated with Law Enforcement. It is a life shattering bomb waiting to explode. Don’t. Be. Stupid.

4) A girlfriend who has had jealousy issues with you in the last 3 years. She will not be moved or touched that you had to resort to this to survive. Her envy will get greener and greener…like the cash that’s pouring into your life.

5) A virgin. Until someone has been sexually active with at least a handful of partners in their life, their view of sex is a deluded trophy on a pedestal. They won’t respect that you are able to do it so casually when it’s still something intimate to them on every level.

6) Someone married. She/He WILL tell their spouse. They made a vow to share everything till death. What may seem like a personal, monumental secret to you is simply dinner topic for them.

7) The most important: Anyone whose been fortunate enough to never have any real bills and/or has a financial safety net (like their parents or relatives). Until someone has been in a situation where life TEACHES them that the world runs on MONEY and not some Disney-induced perception of purity, they will NEVER understand why it is that you’re doing what you do.

People that are generally okay to tell:

1) Other people currently in the industry. Less likely to throw stones when they also live in the same glass house.

2) Anyone who’s an extreme liberal. They have a different perception of values than the more conservative generations before us.

3) A sibling (generally a sister) that you know you can count on if you ever need to bail you out of anything.

4) A friend that happens to not be any of the 7 qualities and traits I listed in the first portion of this.

NOTE: As more of a safety precaution, try to refrain from telling anyone that you have no dirt on. It’s a good insurance policy to keep their mouth shut if you also have something. Unfortunately, this doesn’t guarantee they won’t be judge mental or other unpleasant reactions.

As you can see, the acceptable traits list is far less in content than the ones you don’t. As an experienced SW, take from my experience of trial and mistakes. You work in an industry based off of sin. Most people will not understand because they don’t have to. Be smart, get your money and get out. It’s nobody’s business what you do with your body.

In the event you did entrust someone who ended up undeserving of it because they’re judgement or jealous, just remember it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if they call you a whore or that you’re fucked up because of a choice you made with the strength they don’t have. Many times the same people trying to preach to you are working minimum wage jobs, putting their family into debt for their own loans or bitching about how hard being an adult is.

Your are more than just this vessel people can “rent”. You are a person with values and the strength to sacrifice things in life to achieve goals and financial stability. Don’t let anyone undermine what you earn. Only YOU get to decide what’s right for you, what’s needed in YOUR life and what’s worth it.

You’re still that person with values. You still have morals. You still have the same level of purity. Your intimate moments are still just as precious.

Your character and soul is not determined by a service that does not harm others.

Sunny Days-chapter 8

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Negan and Sunny deal with the effects of their argument. Who will bend or break?

Warnings- Angst, Smut, Edging, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Language

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long to get out. Flu, bronchitis, and plot bunny in shape of Max from The Resident took over my life. However, since you guys waited so long, I combined what would have been 3 short chapters into this much longer one. Also, I planned this story out before the episode with sad Amber aired. So my Amber is a bitch. And I’m gonna screw around with the time line to fit my story. It shouldn’t make much difference since it’s hard to tell how much time passes between episodes sometimes.

Word Count- 5.7k+

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Negan sat in his office staring at the new bedroom door. He swirled the scotch, the ice gently clinked against the glass, and brought it to his lips. He swallowed the last mouthful in one large gulp feeling warmth spreading down his throat. He had everything ready. All he was missing was Sunny.

She’s too fucking stubborn for her own good. She has no fucking clue how damn vulnerable she is out there on her own. She’ll come the fuck around. She has to. I’ll fucking make her. God fucking damnit.

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Bath Bomb Love

“No,” Y/N shook her head as Joe opened his mouth to say something, “I just got home. It’s been a long day, I want to get out of these clothes, grab a glass of wine, and do nothing. So please, just, no.”

He closed his mouth, nodding while she walked past, brushing her lips across his cheek on the way up to his bedroom.

Frowning, he knew he had to do something to make her night a little better, and that was when Joe remembered the bath bombs his sister had sent him home with the other week. His frown was quickly replaced with a smile as he headed for the bathroom, knowing exactly what his girlfriend needed.

“Please, can I just go lay in bed?” Y/N sighed ten minutes later when he lead her back downstairs.

“You’ll get to relax, love, trust me.” He smiled over his shoulder, giving her hand a squeeze.


“Trust me.” He spun around, kissing her quickly, silencing any other comment she could possibly make. With a small smile on her lips, she nodded, allowing him to lead her to the bathroom.

When he pushed open the door, revealing his little plan, Joe felt a small burst of pride at the light gasp that came from the woman standing next to him.

“Oh, Joe…” She spun around to face him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

The smile on her face disappeared quickly, and Joe’s entire body filled with shock, his mind frozen.

“Uhm, I mean…I just…” Y/N stumbled over her words, looking at him, waiting for a reaction, but he couldn’t get his brain to work with his mouth, and no words came out.

Instead, he just cleared his throat, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and then turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Well done, Sugg. He scolded himself silently, walking into the living room and falling onto the couch with a groan, throwing an arm over his face.

He had messed up, big time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t share similar feelings to her, because Joe did care deeply for her, and as he lay there thinking about his reaction over and over again, he realized that he actually did love her.

Now he just had to get the words out.

And hope that his girlfriend didn’t hate him.

He waited until she stepped out of the bathroom, tugging at the edge of the shirt she had thrown on, her body looking more relaxed than earlier, but her eyes showed the hurt she was trying to hide.


“No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have said it. Stupid, really. Anyways, I’m just going to grab my stuff and head out. Sorry.”

“I love you too!” He blurted out, hand reached out to grab her arm. Y/N turned back towards him slowly, and he stepped closer, taking her hands in his gently. “I love you so much, and I should have said it the moment you said it to me. But I’m stupid and froze because I couldn’t believe that someone as amazing as you would love someone like me. I love you so much that I used my favourite bath bomb on you!” He offered her a teasing smile at that, to show he was joking.

“I love you, Y/N. And I’m not letting you leave her until you realize that I’m not just saying it because you did, but because it is how I honestly feel. It just, you know, took me a little longer to say it.”

He shifted on his feet, waiting for a response, but he never expected her to start giggling.

“I just admitted my feelings for you, and you laugh?”

“How many guys willingly admit to having a favourite bath bomb?”

“Oh, right, well…”

“One of the many things I love about you, Joe.” Y/N told him, reaching up to kiss him.

“Want me to list off some of my reasons for loving you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, to start…”

Sk8er Girl CH2 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a  Flazéda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?).

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is Katya’s POV. We wanted to write the ending of this chapter based on the actual experience of a friend. The goal was to emulate life it its honest, messy way.]

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 14

Originally posted by sugaglos

“Y/N. Keep your eyes open.” He said through ragged breaths.

He was still running, the buildings getting closer together and in the opposite direction that you should be going. He was headed back. Surely he wasn’t going all the way back uptown…

The bouncing movement made you feel nauseous and you pressed your nose into his neck to inhale his scent, hoping it would take your mind off the horrible feeling creeping up your throat.

Fortunately your eyes drooped closed and you knocked out instantly against his protests.


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Going Down With The New Kid

the supercorp/sanvers highschool au nobody asked for ever

Pairing: Lena/Kara Alex/Maggie
Words: 2,663
Summary:  The infamous New Girl- the one who was supposedly kicked out of her old school for doing something terrible- ends up not only resembling that of a Disney princess, she also ends up being Lena Luthor’s brand new friend, sort of. (Even if they were both kind of forced into it.)


When the rumors began about the incoming student, and how she’d supposedly gotten kicked out of her last school, Lena wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting when she was informed that she’d have to show the new student around, but she did know that the doe-eyed blonde behind square glasses certainly wasn’t it.

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No More Secrets

The Clash was playing. She had no idea why she was listening to them, but Jonathan had made her a mix tape. ‘For Christmas,’ he’d said, when he’d handed her the cassette on New Year’s Eve. They’d gone to the Byers’, her and Mike - to get away from home, at their mom’s insistence.

That had been an odd conversation. Nancy’s mom had seemed torn at the prospect, but she had reiterated over and over that Mike 'needed to get out of the house,’ and 'be around friends.’

Nancy hadn’t wanted to go out. For the first time in a while, all she’d wanted was to be alone. To curl up on her bed and drown herself out with classic pop hits her father despised. She wanted to cry.

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So there it is! Special thanks to @minchen0897 and @ceara-banana - You know what you did <333

Dead Robins Society - Runaway Part II

Summary: Finding Jason is harder than expected, but there is one person that should know where he is…

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Jason was hard to find if he did not want to be found. He had been trained by the best as well as the worst and Damian was still only twelve. It was an excuse, sure, but right now, he was okay with that. Jason would have been proud.

Sighing, Damian curled himself up on the backseat of Steph’s car. It was a hunch they were following. Nothing more than a hunch, but at least they were moving. If Jason had been with them, he would have fiddled with the radio, singing along whenever he knew the lyrics, but he wasn’t here.

For some kind of idiotic reason, the dummy had decided he wasn’t worth Damian’s time. Wasn’t worth being around him and being a bad influence on him. Which was the most moronic conclusion Damian had ever heard and he hated even thinking about it.

He didn’t understand it, either. Didn’t understand what he was doing here in the car with Steph either. In what little time Jason and he had spent together, Damian had been given so much… he was in no place to ask Jason to give him even more, no matter how much Damian wanted his brother to come back.

Just before he could fall asleep, Steph put a cassette in the old radio, filling the car with what she called ‘music’. Damian called it ‘crap’ and shot up in his seat. “Will you turn that down!”

“Just put your earphones in.” Looking at him through the mirror, Steph grinned and turned the music louder. It was a punk band with a female lead that had no idea what it meant to hit a single note.

“I’d still hear it,” he complained.

“Yeah, well, sucks to be you. I’m driving and I need to stay awake.”

“Oh for– just let me drive.”

Steph considered it. He knew she considered it by the glance she gave him. Her reply still came out dry and negative.

“Let’s talk again once there’s hair growing on your face.”

“If facial hair were a prerogative to drive,” Damian started, pulling out his iPod. “Neither you nor Drake would ever be allowed. Just pull over next time you get the chance. I need to pee.”

“Again?” Steph whirled around.

“Keep your eyes on the road!”

“Shit!” Cursing, she brought the car under her control again, flipping the honking man behind them the bird. “Still need to pee?”

“Not anymore,” Damian grumbled.

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Written for Royai Week 2014, for prompt “Memories”. Comments and reviews always welcome, I also read tags.

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Edward Elric knew he should have turned in the report two days ago. Between visiting the Hughes and doing a few errands for Winry, he had totally forgotten about it and left it in his hotel room when he went to Headquarters. He hadn’t really cared that Mustang wasn’t happy with his slip-up until he scolded him like a child, immediately teasing him with ‘your memory is as small as you.’ At that, Ed exploded in an anger tantrum until Hawkeye stopped him.


She was a person Edward didn’t want to discuss with. He admired her, and feared her. He didn’t understand how a woman of her kind would hang around a man like Mustang, even if they were commanding officer and subordinate.

“Edward, we need that report. Please bring it as soon as possible,” she had said.

And that was it. She left such an awkward feeling in him that all he wanted to do was go back to his hotel and get rid of the damn paper. But as usual, he had come across something unexpected; a new clue on the whereabouts of the Philosopher’s Stone. His brother was already investigating on the matter, and they had gotten tickets to travel to that mysterious place the following dawn. That meant he wouldn’t have the time to take the report to the office before he left, and that was why he now stood at the Colonel’s apartment door, knocking on the shabby wood.

The Flame Alchemist looked at him with surprise, having not anticipated the visit.

“Fullmetal! What are you doing here?”

The boy scratched his head. “Hey, Colonel. Al and I are leaving tomorrow towards the West, so I brought you the report.”

Roy studied him for a moment and stared inside his apartment before looking at Ed again. “Come in. I was about to shower, but if you’re leaving then hold on, I want you to tell me about it.” He was only wearing a pair of pale blue pajama pants; his feet and chest were bare and his hair was disheveled, as if he had just gotten up.

“Alright,” Ed said, and entered Colonel Roy Mustang’s home for the first time.

All the furniture pieces were of the exact same tone of wood. The walls were empty except for a big, apparently interesting bookshelf, and the living room had a huge, attention-getting black sofa that seemed very comfortable. The coffee table that was before it, as well as the desk that was under the window, had both a good amount of picture frames.

“Hey, you sure have a lot of pictures, Colonel.”

Roy grinned widely. “Yes. I’m very proud of my collection,” he said before going to the bathroom and leaving Ed alone.

The young alchemist sat on the sofa and observed the pictures. There was one of his entire team before the HQ building saluting at the camera; another one with Roy and Hughes, an arm of each of them over the shoulders of the other. A third picture with the Colonel surrounded by a large older woman and many other girls about his age. The frame in the center of the table showed what Ed supposed was Roy as a boy, probably as old as Ed now was, and he stood happily besides a blonde little girl; funny how she reminded Ed so much of Lieutenant Hawkeye.

Ed walked up to the desk and lifted a picture frame in his hands. The photograph showed three young men, Roy being one of them, all wearing the same white clothing; probably taken during the academy. He extended his arm to put the object back on its place, but something fell from it. The blond teenager bent down to grab it; it was a picture of… Lieutenant Hawkeye?


That had to be the weirdest thing he had seen from her. He’d almost thought she didn’t need to sleep, which was obviously ridiculous. But how did the Colonel manage to get a picture of the Lieutenant in such vulnerable state without her consent? What a bastard!

Ed put the picture back where it fell from: hidden behind the one he had lifted. He wondered if there were any other concealed photos behind the ones that were publicly visible. After checking that Mustang wouldn’t yet come out of the shower, he smirked and took another picture frame. Indeed, behind the innocent image of baby Elicia, there was the unauthorized, top secret, revealing picture of… again, Hawkeye? She was cooking something, wearing an apron; nothing out of the ordinary. He wondered why this picture would be hidden as well; maybe he just liked it a lot but didn’t want other women to get jealous over it. Although it was a simple picture, really.

He looked inside other frames; it seemed like most of them actually had double content. Something wasn’t right, though. Every single one of them, every single one, was a photograph of the First Lieutenant. Reading a book; hugging her dog; drinking from a cup. She had to be aware of the existence of these pictures; there was no doubt about it. As he surreptitiously spied on Mustang’s collection, he thought what would be the reason behind this madness.

Was the Colonel obsessed with her? Was he so terribly infatuated with her that it wasn’t enough to see her at work everyday, and needed to keep ordinary pictures of the woman?

Could he possibly be in love with her?

Edward snickered at the thought. How crazy was that?! And what would the Lieutenant think about it? Of course she wouldn’t want to be with such a loud and arrogant idiot. Anyway, curiosity had taken the worst of him, and he continued his observations.

He lifted an eyebrow and neared the paper to his face. Yes, she definitely knew of these pictures. The next one he saw showed Colonel Mustang with an extended arm towards the camera (holding it, Ed guessed), with a stupid grin on his face as Lieutenant Hawkeye kissed his cheek.

Ed had no idea they were such good friends. Close co-workers, sure. But this was beyond any professional relationship. Suddenly he wanted to know all about them: how they met, how they got so close, how they talked when they were alone. He felt like a little girl wanting to know everything about her favorite actors, he couldn’t believe himself.

He took another picture. He was already so into it he just couldn’t stop. Mustang was also in this one; he held Lieutenant Hawkeye on his back, piggyback-riding him. What the hell?!

It had been taken right in this apartment, it seemed. All the photographs were taken either here or just one other place; the Lieutenant’s, clearly.

He heard the faucets being turned off leaving him with little time, so he took two more of them; the last ones, he told himself. He froze. No. He no longer wanted to know about the Colonel and the Lieutenant.


He jumped with panic. That wasn’t even Mustang’s voice.

He turned around, slowly, scared, seriously fearing for his life. His mouth went dry. “Lieutenant Hawkeye?”

She was lying casually against a wall, decently dressed but with tired eyes and loose disheveled hair. Had she been here all along? “What are you doing here?”

“Uh…” He pointed a finger to the coffee table. “I brought the report,” he said, smiling nervously, hoping she wouldn’t shoot him in the head when she found out.

“Oh, thank you. And what’s that in your hand?”

He flinched, and sweated, and wanted to run. “Well… uh, you’ll see…”

She pursed her lips and walked up to him; he released the pictures and braced himself for an attack that didn’t come. She simply stared at the pictures, all of them, quietly and expressionless.

“I’m so sor-”


He gulped. “…Yes?”

“You saw nothing.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”

“You can go.”

He wouldn’t argue with that. He left as fast as he could without even saying goodbye. It seemed like Lieutenant Hawkeye hadn’t seen all the photographs, after all. Definitely not the one where she was with her back to the camera, wearing the same apron as before, a shirt and… only underwear below it. And definitely neither the one where she was resting in the bathtub, no apparent clothes on and covered only by foam.

Roy entered the living room, fresh and clean. Ed was nowhere to be seen. Riza was up and looking gorgeous. He was ready for round two.

And Hawkeye was ready for a round, too. Of lead.

The Last Light: Chapter 1

Summary: You were a senator from the wealthy planet of Naiadphae; where the rich spent their money enjoying the peaceful underwater kingdom and its outstanding flora. Your coworkers respected you for your peaceful ideals and humanitarian campaigns. What they didn’t know was that you, senator Anahita Ogym, were their presumed dead princess. By hiding your gruesome scars under the adorned masks Naiadphae’s elite liked to use and suppressing you Force sensitive abilities, you managed to fool the First Order’s spies and remain alive.

Will your planet’s alliance to the First Order ruin your fragile façade?

Notes: Kylo isn’t here yet =(

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yrvaeder  asked:

13. Klaroline, canon and smutty if possible 💕 These prompts are amazing!

Okay so I haven’t written smut in ages, and a drabble feels too short to do it properly but this is my sorry attempt! This drabble happens in the future with established Klaroline. All TVD/TO canon happened which yes includes the children.

Smut under the read more.

KC + “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

Klaus stares at the door like he can magically glare it open. The remains of a broken chair lie next to him, while Caroline sits on the sofa, looking entirely too entertained at his tantrum.

“Well it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while,” Caroline announces while she jumps up and pours herself a glass of wine.

“This is amusing to you?” Klaus turns to her and throws his hands in the air, “My daughter just locked us in my house so she can go who knows where!” he exclaims.

“She’s a teenager,” Caroline shrugs. “You told her that she wasn’t allowed to go to the party, so she snuck out. It’s completely normal teenager behavior. She just had to be a little more creative because she knows you would have made a spectacle and dragged her back home if she didn’t stop you.”

“So you would be okay if the twins do the same when they’re old enough?” Klaus challenges her while he sits back. He knew he should have just let Hayley and Elijah take care of Hope for the weekend. They had already argued a bunch of times over that stupid party and now… now she was going anyway and he couldn’t leave and get her.

“Oh I doubt they would,” Caroline laughs, “I mean not the sneaking out part, I did that all the time as a kid as well. But I assume they know I would be mad that they snuck out, but I wouldn’t embarrass them and show up at the party to drag them home like you would.”

“So you’re saying this is my fault?”

“Kinda,” she shrugs. “Besides I don’t know what you’re worried about. I already texted Josh and he’s keeping an eye on her.” She turned towards Klaus and hoped he would see reason. “She just wants to be normal, Klaus. Parties other teenagers go to? They are a big part of that.”

“So you’re saying I overreacted?” he moves towards Caroline, who is finishing her wine on the sofa. He knows he tends to react strongly when it concerns the safety of those he loves, but he just wants them in one piece.

“Massively,” Caroline agrees, gesturing to the broken furniture around them.

“So I should just let her do this and walk away scot-free?” Klaus asks for clarification. He might be Hope’s parent, but Caroline is a lot more familiar with parenting in modern times than he is.

“Definitely not,” Caroline laughs, “She deserves some type of punishment, especially since she used her magic on us, but it can wait till tomorrow. Let her have one night of fun before she’s grounded for the next couple of weeks.”

“You’re way too reasonable about this,” Klaus argues and pauses before her. He reaches out and hoists her from the sofa.

“Well someone has to,” she winks at him and smiles, “So… what are we going to do now that we have the whole place to ourselves?”

“I have some ideas,” Klaus murmurs and he flashes forward.

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anonymous asked:

You know what's ironic? That I started shipping Stelena when I was a huge delena fan but you made REALIZE That Delena was toxic. And I really thought that Stefan would lived and get the ending HE FRICKING DESERVED YOU KNOW WHATS THE MOST AWFUL THING ITS THAT STEFAN SAID THAT DAMON WAS THE ONE THAT DESERVED ELENA AND THAT HE WAS THE BETTER BROTHER IM PISSED IM SO FUCKING PISSED THAT I MAKE NO SENSE

First of all, I feel your pain. Trust me. 

Second of all, I’m glad I helped show you the light on what an abusive rapist murdering garbage person Damon is :) 

Thirdly, Stefan dying makes me want to riot the streets of Julie Plec’s house and honestly it doesnt even have to do with Elena. Sure, I wanted to see that, because duh, they were perfect soulmates and even trash Plec admitted “it was always Stefan”, which is fucking stupid to do the day before your finale comes out and she ends up with DAMON…like what the fuck is wrong with you? But anyway, it’s not about that. It’s about Stefan and his sacrifices, his accountability, his humanity, his love for everyone, his respect to the people around him, the fact that he has paid for his wrong doings time and time and time again and deserved a happy ending- and not a “I was married for one day then I got to reunite with my best friend in DEATH” kind of ending. Damon paid for nothing. So what- he was going to die for Elena/Stefan? Once? Cool, bro. Stefan has put his life on the line for you like 32049830248x throughout this show, while you just do whatever the fuck you please and ALWAYS seem to get what you want, regardless. 

Out of all the shows I watch, I have never been so irate about the character assassination  and retcon that has been done to this series. 

we go down together

A/N: me: look at the hundred different things I SHOULD be writing right now! also me: but………. pansmione post-war drabble? still me: … yeah that’s a good idea. (shoutout as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann who read this on her break at work and reassured me that it was good! & tagging @provocative-envy bc your love for pansy lights up my life, and @ff-sunset-oasis who seemed especially excited by kind-of-sad definitely-gay pansmione!) (and, two related songs because i have a Problem)

You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed the plan
You put the brakes on this
And it drove me
And it drove me
And it drove me wild
- Tegan and Sara, Drove Me Wild

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

- The Chainsmokers, Paris

Hermione Granger was standing on her front stoop.

Pansy had opened the front door, ready to bitch out whoever decided to knock at such an ungodly hour of the day, and instead found Hermione Granger.

Immediately, Pansy’s blood started to boil and her heart started to pound and she was about to slam the door when she realized that Hermione didn’t actually look very good. At all. Her dark skin was ashy and her cheeks were streaked with tears and she was wearing a dark green sweater that Pansy recognized a little too closely, arms wrapped around her body and a small leather rucksack slung over one shoulder.

They stood there for a long moment, each looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak first. In the end, it was Hermione.

It usually was.

“You look good.” She said, and her voice was a little hoarse from crying and she clearly had to work not to hiccup in the middle of the short sentence and Pansy narrowed her eyes, crossed her pale arms over her chest.

“You don’t.” Pansy snapped back, but instead of jumping to the challenge like usual, instead of snarking something in response, Hermione just looked down at the ground and sighed, then nodded.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong and Hermione was on her front step. Which was another question in itself.

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