sorry its so late these are harder than i though damn

My Teddy Bear (M)

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut (this is really dirty and self-indulgent im so sorry) ; domestic AU

pairing: reader/changkyun

summary: you’re best friends & roommates with changkyun; as close as two people could be without being married or related. but one night, you overhear something that changes your relationship with him forever. question is: is it for the better?

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{Special} College!AU Doyoung
  • major: pre-law / concentration: business law
  • minor: comparative literature 
  • sports: sometimes he says he’ll join tennis team to be closer to taeyong and taeyong begs him not to do that. anything but that.
  • clubs: book review club, uni orchestra 
  • everyone knows doyoung as a talker, he talks really well and no matter what he never seems to get nervous when there’s a crowd listening to him
  • which is why when he says “lawyer” everyone is like,,,,,,,,,,of course
  • his original plan was to become a professor because he likes books and discussion on literature
  • like,,,,no joke he’s always staying thirty minutes late debating on theories in books with all his teachers
  • and some teachers love it while others are like doyoung please i am just a teacher i need to go- and he’s like “have you considered that moby dick is actually trash? here’s 54 reasons why:-”
  • his older brother is an alumni of the school and everyone is like oh ~ you’re gong myungs brother??? and everyone in the pre-med department always wants to talk to doyoung about gong myung and doyoung is like yes. he went on to be a doctor. no. he isn’t married. no he ISNT LOOKING- 
  • he lovessss to bother taeyong when they all go out to eat and he’s just like “more handsome every day i see?” and taeyong is like someone save me. sicheng. yuta-
  • but doyoung just throws his arms around taeyong and is like ^^ let’s study together!~~~ and taeyong is dying but everyone else is living because it’s so funny,,,,
  • dorms with jaehyun and everyone is like wow,,,they’re so mature they’re probably in there studying and being studios students!!!!
  • while in reality they’re sitting on the floor playing video games and doyoung is betting jaehyun all his lunch credits for the weekend on some wii sports resort golf
  • but he really does give off the studios vibe,,,because out of everyone on campus he dresses so???? formally like
  • you’ll never catch him in sweatpants and a big t-shirt (see: taeil) like doyoung wears collar shirts, those dad pants that are jeans but made of corduroy??? maybe a tie if he’s feeling it,,,,,, flip flops on campus? he’d rather DIE he’s wearing those oxfords and u know it!
  • is lowkey trying to give advice to e v e r y o n e like “mark,,,,,i know ur going to soccer but wear knee pads - i don’t care if you’ve been playing for ten years sweetie” to “johnny. that color of green on you is ugly.”
  • people find him intimidating because yes,,,,,he can be straightforward and blunt
  • but,,,,he’s a sweetheart who looks like a curious kid with round eyes and a kind smile 
  • and as much  as taeyong might spend running away from doyoungs affection,,,,he loves having him around because doyoung never makes anything awkward
  • he’s a natural leader tbh and he can make a conversation out of nothing it’s crazy,,,,,,,
  • and you,,,,,,know who doyoung is because you’re friends with ten who is always telling about how much he LOVES doyoung
  • how silly he is,,,,,how fun he is,,,,,how he acts like a cute bunny sometimes
  • and you,,,,,do not get it
  • because you’ve seen doyoung and the way he looks so sharp and intellectual and how when he talks he sounds like he knows,,,,,,everything
  • you’re not even sure you’ve seen doyoung laugh
  • and ten shows you the pics on his instagram of doyoung laughing,,,hand over mouth,,,looking silly with hair a mess and soft skin,,,,
  • but you’re like,,,,,,,you’re still sorta intimidated by him you just??? don’t get how someone can be so naturally good at being social and confident
  • and ten waves it off he’s like doyoung has his insecurities too,,,you know he IS human too??
  • and you’re like nope,,,too handsome- i mean too smart to be human
  • and ten hears the handsome but pretends not to and you’re like coughing into your palm because leTS not admit that maybe you’re intimidated because you know if you spoke to doyoung you’d become a blubbering mess
  • because wow he’s ,,,,,,,,,, attractive ,,,,,,,,, and so much more intelligent that anyone you know TT 
  • that is until one day you’re looking down at your homework, stoic expression and ten throws his bag down beside you on the quad and sits down and is like whats up
  • and ur like,,,,,,,,,i have to give a speech for a class,,,,,,,,ten,,,,,,,i cant
  • and ten,,,,looks like christmas came early or something because he’s like DOYOUNG
  • and you’re like ?????? what about hi-
  • and ten is like DOYOUNG CAN HELP YOU OMG this is great you two can finally meet and fall in lo- i mean help each other ok ill introduce you right now let me text him
  • you aren’t fast enough to stop ten’s exited hands and before you can grab his phone ten is like sent!!!!!! 
  • and ur like ten,,,i don’t wanna bother him or an-
  • ten: doyoung says he’d love to help!! he’ll meet you in the library at 7
  • and u just sit there,,,,looking at ten whose give u the mOST GIDDY expression
  • and ur like fine ok and u get up and ten is like its gonna be grEAT and ur like,,,,,a little nervous because u,,,,,,have never been around doyoung,,,,,,,,
  • and ur like ten come with m-
  • but then u hear the familiar voice of johnny calling ten over and ten is like id love to but i gtg and johnny comes jogging over like whats going on
  • and ten is like “they’re going on a blind date~ except it’s not blind im hooking them up with doyoung”
  • and you’re like TEN I SWEAR TO GOD WHAT DID U JUST SAY
  • and johnny is like HEY cool doyoung and you would look cu-
  • and ur like so red u can feel it like a damn sunburn on ur face and ur like stomping away before johnny can finish
  • shaking your head and ten is just like LOVE WILL BLOSSOM
  • but ur just likea mess in ur head because this dumb speech,,,,dumb ten,,,,dumb e m o t i o n s because once u come to terms with the fact that u have to see doyoung
  • like up close ,,,, and personal,,,,,,,,,,
  • ur heart cant stop doing leaps,,,,,,,,,,how c*rny 
  • and 7 comes around much faster than expected and you’re in the library,,,,sure that doyoung wont be there right on time-
  • but he is,,,,,of course he is
  • and he’s sitting there,,,,,striped button down,,,,neatly laid out notebook and pen,,,,,,pretty side profile as he looks over something on is phone,,,,and wow his hands,,,fingers so long and pretty
  • ok snap out of it cmon
  • and somehow you manage to force yourself to go over there,,,,,doyoung looks up and you feel your legs turn to jello as he smiles and stands up as well putting his hand out to shake yours and introduce himself
  • LIKE you don’t know who he is but u stummer out ur own response and doyoung sits back down and puts his hands together and is like well! speech writing is tough but ive given a couple of them so i think i can be of use to u!
  • and ur like,,,,,not even sure what to say because what the HECK he makes u so nervous and its like chill he’s just another person,,,,a goofy person according to ten,,,,,,,,
  • but doyoung just smiles kindly and goes “is there anything you specifically need help with?”
  • and before you can even think you just blurt out; “ i can’t,,,,,,,,,talk”
  • and doyoung blinks but lets out a small laugh,,,,covering his mouth with his hand and he’s like “well yes you can, you just did. also,,,”
  • he leans over the table a bit and ur heart literally goes ! and he motions to his lips and he’s like “you have a mouth, and you can make noise, so i think you’re good on that. any other problems?”
  • and you’re like,,,,,dsfklsf,,,,,,,,, “i,,,,i just cant do it in front of people,,,,,lots of people.”
  • doyoung sits back and with a knowing nod says that that is a problem for a lot of people,,,,,but that instead of worrying about that you should first work on writing the speech
  • embarrassingly you admit that you havent and doyoung just grins and is like that’s why im here to help, so tell me about your class
  • and yes,,,,you’re nervous,,,,,but doyoung somehow makes it really easy for you to explain what you want to do because he’s ,,,,, just so good at making things understandable
  • and he’s ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, sweet
  • a part of you had always just assumed he’d be the kind of straightforward, blunt, cold kind of personality
  • but even with his slight jokes and his corrections and critique like,,,,doyoung isn’t mean or even off-putting
  • and your nervousness isn’t about asking him for help or even the speech anymore,,,,,it’s more of just,,,,,,,,,,,that feeling of a crush,,,,
  • when it hits ten though doyoung apologizes and says he has to go because of another late study group he has and you shake your head telling him he’s helped you aLOT
  • but before he leaves he pulls out a page from his book and hands it to you,,,,on it is his email and cell and he’s like send me your speech and ill look it over and we can decide another time to meet to talk about it
  • and ur so,,,,shocked you go “you- this isn’t a one time thing?” and doyoung grins again,,,,,,,,,that smile of his,,,,,,,,,,,and he’s like “did ten tell you im some kind of flake? really,,,,that guy,,,,,of course it isn’t a one time thing i said im going to help, right?”
  • and you want to tell him that no no ten has only said that he’s great,,,but you’re still shy and doyoungs smile and kindness is making it even harder to respond 
  • before you know it doyoung is halfway out of the library, turning to wave and you’re so caught up that when you lift your hand to wave back he’s gone
  • and you mumble to yourself that you forgot to thank him,,,,,,you really should
  • ofc the next day ten practically forces you to sit down and tell him e v e r y last detail and you’re like he,,,,,,,,,,,,,,doyoung is nice
  • and ten is like I TOLD YOU he can be a pain in the ass with his sarcastic comments but he has a good heart
  • and ur like,,,,,,,,,,,,ten and ten is like hmm and ur like ten i think ive always had a crush on him like those ‘ill admire u from afar kinda things but ten,,,,oh my god i think i might start liking him seriously if he really is this sweet”
  • and ten damn near spits out his iced coffee but he just grabs your hands and is like YESSSSS I HAVE AWAITED THIS MOMENT 
  • and you’re like wkfgfjr what and he’s like please ur lil crush was more than obvious but wow,,,,,,,,,,,a love on campus,,,,,a tutor and his student,,,,,,,,just like a drama i love it
  • and ur like ten please its not like he’ll like me - and ten is just like shh we just need to wait and see
  • and,,,,doyoung follows up on his promise. even in his tight schedule he finds the time to sit down and read over your speech and send you edits or meet up in person to talk
  • sure a couple of times you’ve had to meet him in the city at one of his internships,,,,,once you had to come over to the orchestra recital hall to talk to him,,,,,,then there was that time you meet outside a hospital???? that apparently doyoung’s brother was working in
  • and ,,,,, every time doyoung never failed to show you how much he was putting effort into really helping you
  • from having you read out loud to him and telling you ways to get over nervousness to fixing small grammar errors and helping with vocabulary
  • you could really see,,,,,,his intellect and social skills and,,,there probably isn’t anyone better on campus to help you than him
  • and finally as the date of your speech approaches doyoung suggests reading the speech in front of him and a couple of friends
  • so you end up all cramped into a small study room,,,,doyoung, ten, johnny, taeyong, yuta, winwin, taeil, mark, haechan, and jaehyun,,,,,and ur hands are shaking a bit 
  • but doyoung reaches out,,,smiling and somehow your body calms down and you go through your whole speech without a single mistake and doyoung is just like wah,,,,do you all see this??? my work has paid off,,,,,,they’re perfect!
  • and he gets up throwing an arm around you and pulling you into his side
  • and ten winks and ur like GFgFDSS
  • but,,,,,,,when you look up to see doyoung looking so happy you can’t help but feel that being right there beside him,,,,,,is a spot you want to keep
  • the day of your speech doyoung sends you a text of encouragement,,,,,a picture of him giving you the thumbs up too and you smile and go into class much more confident than you ever thought you’d be
  • ,,,,,,the speech,,,,,,it’s great
  • you do so well you even manage to surprise your teacher and when you’re out you practically skip out of class,,,,taking your phone out to text doyoung that you did it!!! you got the A!!!!!
  • but,,,,,when you meet up with ten later he kind of bites back his lip when you bring up doyoung because apparently,,,,,,,he’s not feeling to good
  • and you’re like he’s sick??? and ten sighs and is like,,,no it’s just he has this really big speech of his own coming up,,,,it’s for his brothers alumni party,,,,,,,,,he said it wasn’t going to stress him but it turns out a couple of law school recruiters are going to be there so it’s messing a bit with his confidence
  • and you frown,,,,knowing doyoung,,,,,you’ve never seen him falter in his self worth and you decide that he helped you so you’re going to go help him
  • so with ten’s instructions you find yourself in front of doyoungs dorm,,,,a box of white chocolate cake,,,,,,and your heart going a thousand miles an hour
  • and you knock only to hear some kind of noise from the inside and the door opening by itself
  • and you can see doyoung’s shoulders hunched over at his desk and quietly you let yourself be known,,,,doyoung turning around in his chair,,,,bags under his eyes and you’re like “ten,,,,,told me about your speech” and he just waves his hand as if to brush it off
  • and is like “what about you - did it go well?” and you wonder ,,, maybe he didn’t look at his phone,,,,,,didn’t see your text so you nod and you’re like i couldn’t have done it without you
  • and doyoung smiles but its small and wavering and you’re like “doyoung,,,,,i ,,,,,i want to thank you for being there for me and helping me,,,,,,, i,,,,,,”
  • a sudden surge of adrenaline makes you stand a little straighter and you can’t believe you’re going to say this but you do
  • “and i was wondering if we could go ,,,,out ,,,,,on a date,,,,,sometime,,,”
  • you open your mouth to say that you’ll even treat since he’s given you so much of his time but doyoung’s eyes darken
  • and before you can he goes “im sorry. school will always come first for me.”
  • it’s not,,,,,a harsh rejection or anything,,,,,,,,,it isn’t even unexpected
  • but doyoung’s voice sounds so cold and heavy that you cant help but feel choked up,,,,,rather than that embarrassed too,,,,,and you look at him
  • doyoungs eyes shifting to the cake in your hands and then back to your face,,,but for the first time he doesn’t look you in the eyes
  • instead he turns back in his chair, tells you he needs to go back to preparing and that if you could close the door tightly on your way out that’d be good
  • you,,,,,don’t budge for a moment but when you come to you drop the cake on his bed and mumble out “it’s for you.” and do as you’re told, leaving the dorm eyes wet with tears
  • and ten doesn’t believe you when you tell him it,,,,,,,, he says that doesnt sound like doyoung,,,,,like yes he’s always putting school first and whatnot but doyoung would never,,,,,,,,,he’d never be so curt
  • but you just tell ten that there isn’t any use in lying,,,,,,,what would doyoung find in you anyway and ten seems ready to lecture you again but the look on your face makes him stop
  • and you tell ten that it doesn’t matter,,,,,,, a crush isn’t anything anyway
  • the rest of the month goes by slowly,,, you still have lots of your own work to concentrate on and you don’t think about the unanswered text from doyoung 
  • you try not to at least,,, ,and your other friends distract you,,,, ten does his best too and you’re happy even though seeing doyoung on campus still makes your heart sink
  • but you don’t expect that you’d be sitting in study hall one interview and you’d get a call from ten 
  • “can you come down to outside the main faculty building? doyoung - just come ok?”
  • confused you pack your things and make way to the big building at the end of the campus ,,,,, when you call ten and text him where he is there isn’t any response and you furrow your eyebrows wondering what the hell this is about
  • until the door opens and you turn “ten what the he-”
  • doyoung’s tall, lean frame comes stumbling toward you,,,,exhaustion and sadness apparent in his face
  • and you barely get your arms out in time to catch him 
  • the warmth of his face against your neck makes your body react and quietly as he stands there in your arms you ask whats going on
  • and doyoung doesn’t say much,,,face rubbing slightly against your neck and you don’t know what you should do 
  • finally he pulls back and you reach up to fix the hair thats gotten into his eyes
  • doyoung takes your hand though and while looking at you goes; “i was wrong.”
  • and you’re like ???? about what
  • doyoung doesn’t look like he has the words yet and he can’t say anything because the door opens and for the first time before you is gong myung
  • “doyoung, the speech-”
  • you look at him,,,doyoungs eyes squeezing shut and he’s like “brother i can-”
  • but you just grab his shoulders and smile at gong myung telling him doyoung will be back in a couple of minutes
  • slightly confused gong myung disappears back inside and you realize that this is the big alumni speech ten had told you about and you’re like “doyoung,,,,c’mon you’re the one who told me that i can,,,,i can because i can speak and i have a mouth right - so do you doyoung you’re the most eloquent person i have ever met what is going-”
  • your paused with the feeling of doyoung’s lips on yours,,,unmoving he stays like that for a while and your mind blanks
  • doyoung pulls back only to tell you that it’s not the speech,,,it’s the thoughts ,,,,, the thoughts about you
  • about how he blamed school just because he was too scared to just say yes,,,,
  • and you’re not sure what - but then it hits u and you’re like,,,,,,,,doyoung,,,,,,,,nOW iS NOT tHE T ime TO WORRY ABOUT thAT
  • and doyoung is like !?@#@?#$? but i was so mean i did want to go on that date wit-
  • and you’re like OK COOL WE WILL BUT SERIOUSLY ARE YOU BEATING YOURSELF UP OVER THAT 
  • and doyoung is like yES I THOUGHT I HURT YOU
  • and you’re like PLEASE ITS FINE NOW JUST FORGET IT AND GO UP THERE AND MAKE YOUR BROTHER PROUD
  • doyoung’s face brightens,,,,,the sparkle in his eyes returns and you shake your head because god ten was right this,,,,this boy really is kind,,,,,,even behind that constant confidence and laugh,,,he really thinks about the people around him
  • and doyoung is like i can do it. im gonna go in there and kill that speech.
  • and you’re like YES you will!!!! i believe in you!!!!
  • giving a little fist pump doyoung grins and turns to the door,,,only to spin on his heel back to you
  • holding your face with both his hands and kissing you once more before disappearing back inside
  • you wait a bit and your phone goes off with just a winky emoji from ten and you’re like huh but the doors open again and doyoung comes running out
  • arms engulfing you in another hug that leaves you blushing when he pulls back and behind him is a smug looking nct ,,,,, esp ten whose face basically screaming: I SAID SOOO
  • but also gong myung,,,, and you take like three steps away from doyoung because igflkdfsd skinship in front of his brother no no no
  • and gong myung is like “is this the person who made my brother such a mess?” and you’re like,,,,,,,,oh my god how do i answer that
  • and doyoung is like “dont make me bring up your significant other from high school brother.” and gong myung is like WELL I HAVE TO GO NOW
  • and doyoung comes closer and is like “so,,,,about that date? are you free now?”
  • and you’re like akjsfdf shouldnt you go with your brother and all the important alumn-
  • and doyoung shrugs and is like “i think my speech blew them away, now i have to mysteriously disappear and keep them guessing - right?”
  • you almost outright roll your eyes at the thought but also,,,,,you ARE free,,,,,,so,,,,,
  • taeyong as he watches you and doyoung giggling together: thank god he found someone to distract him
  • ten: i agree,,,,but also isn’t seeing him happy making you kinda happy ;)
  • taeyong: suddenly i cant read and i must go bye
  • anyway doyoung and you go grab some drinks and take a walk at a nearby park,,,,,even though it’s simple it’s kind of the perfect first date
  • doyoung insists that he’ll take you somewhere better but he needs time to plan and you’re like it’s ok,,,,these kinds of things are my favorite
  • and he smiles a bit and you’re like,,,,you’re thinking of something arent you?
  • and reaching out for your hand doyoung whispers “these kinds of things,,,,,,like just being by each others side?”
  • and you bite back your lip,,, stuttering because,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,how can he just boldly say that?!?!?!
  • but doyoung finds it adorable and pulls you closer and is like “i like it too, i like having you here. when you weren’t around anymore,,,,,,it felt,,,,,empty.”
  • and ok ten is like,,,,,,,,,he is your biggest fan he literally sits you and doyoung down the next day and is like “i bless this marriage” “ten we aren’t-” “i bless this marriage but doyoung oh my god if you do anything to hurt them i will personally shave your head in your sleep and leak every video i have of you singing in the shower do not test me.”
  • but everyone else is happy too,,,,,yuta is like DAMN i didnt expect this and doyoung is like why not and yuta is like because you’re so uptight about everything. mr school is my life. mr school is my significant other. mr. school and i kissed for the first ti-
  • doyoung with his hand over yutas mouth: we geT IT narcisist nakamoto 
  • the only normal one about the situation is taeil but he’s also like be careful doyoung is sly~ a real playboy~
  • and you’re like really?!??!
  • and winwin is like yEAH all the old ladies from the campus cafeteria say hes the perfect son in law. he has all of them swooned.
  • you; oh. you meant that kind of playboy LOL
  • doyoung is,,,,everything you expect him to be as a boyfriend: caring, and helpful
  • but,,,,also too caring + helpful sometimes with the way he keeps shrugging off his blazer or cardigan to throw around your shoulders because the library is cold or switching out your soda for water because we need to stay healthy
  • but he’s doing it from a place of love,,,he really is
  • teaches you note taking tricks and when he takes you supply shopping he’s like “you are super special to me which is why im telling you where to get the best highlighters in seoul and you cannot tell ANYONE. A N  Y O N E.”
  • doyoung’s fashion sense doesn’t change,,,, not even on dates to the movies or amusement parks or the beach
  • like you and the guys planned to do some night time fireworks and everyone showed up in basically their pajamas but doyoung? nope. the oxfords were still on,,,,,even in the goddamn sand
  • but doyoung,,,, is the life of the party he really makes everyone laugh and you,,,,,,,,get to have inside jokes with him
  • that always leave you laughing till your stomach hurts and doyoung has to pull you into his lap and apologize and ur like ,,,babe im not just laughing because it’s FUNNY and he’s like YES but im too funny. im too powerful. you need to control me
  • and you’re like blushing and somewhere johnny is probably like “i taught him that” JKJK 
  • doesn’t look like the type but is totally a late-night snacker
  • you two will sometimes meet just to eat convenience store bread and chips and talk about how college is the WORST with your legs entwined on the bench outside of the law department
  • and it’s like midnight no one is on campus but you and doyoung are perfectly ok in the dark munching away your problems together
  • doyoung thinks flowers are the most romantic thing and if he ever goes into the city and comes back he always comes back with flowers
  • and they’re different every time and you always get shy when he gives them to you because everyone around you is like ooooooo and doyoung is so proud of himself and you,,,,just melt how is he so cute
  • once,,,just to see his reaction,,, you brought him flowers and you gave them to him after class and it was his turn to get all shy and it was the best moment ever
  • you made taeil record the whole thing and whenever doyoung gets cheeky you just bring up the video and you’re like look. look here. you’re a giant cute baby dont even argue. look ur ears turned cherry red
  • isn’t a big clothing sharer but he wears glasses when studying sometimes so you steal them every now and then to wear and ,,,, doyoung thinks you look so cute in them that he just lets it happen tbh
  • sometimes though he’ll start an argument over it just to be like “let’s settle it with a tickle fight”,,,,,he just wants to tickle you tbh
  • doyoung sometimes narrates what you do to make you blush like if you’re doing some work on your laptop he’ll be like “and they look at the screen,,,concentrated,,,focused,,,looking hot and smart. i would kiss them if they weren’t so busy,,,” and it gets u everytime 
  • because you turn to look at him and doyoung leans over to get a kiss and ur like AH IM TRYING TO WORK and doyoung is like well switch of your cuteness then i cannot help myself 
  • sometimes he talks to himself and you love it like you love doyoungs voice so much,,,,
  • like when u just had a crush you thought it was nice but now it’s just music to your ears honestly
  • has pet names for you and calls you them in public because doyoung likes to show of your relationship
  • not corny enough for couple sweaters or anything but couple phone wallpapers are a must
  • admitted that he said to one of his professors that ever since he fell in love he’s kind of grown an interest in romantic novels and you’re like wait wait fell in love 
  • and doyoung is like yeah,,,,,i love you,,,is that not obvious?
  • and you almost fell out of your chair,,,, but,,,, you love him too of course,,,
  • you always tell his not to cover his laugh because he has a habit of putting his hand in front of is mouth and you’re like,,,,,,,,i love your smile and laugh dont hide it
  • and doyoung ,,,,, when you compliment him its like the whole world is just the two of you and doyoung just wants to hold you in his arms because ugh he loves you so damn much
  • doyoung is a good talker but he’s an even better kisser
  • and kisses turn from innocent pecks on each others lips while you’re over at his dorm to full blow make outs with doyoungs big hands under your shirt
  • and the books thrown off his desk,,,him standing between your legs and the feeling of your lip between his teeth,,,,
  • doyoung does have a soft spot,,,his spine,,,,and when you settle kisses down it it makes him shiver and he becomes so cutely submissive,,,,,
  • sometimes you’ll sneak up from behind and kiss right below the back of his neck and seriously doyoung almost faints LOL
  • he likes to cook for you if he has time,,,,he cant cook a lot but he has some dishes and also he looks so cute because he always hums to himself and its just,,,,,,,,,so nice and sweet of him
  • you guys vibe so well with each other that just walking around for hours without going anywhere is exciting for you two
  • just looking at the scenery, holding hands, and talking,,,,,makes you two happy
  • ten tells doyoung that you used to think he was stoic and mean and ur like tEN and doyoung is like really?????? do you still think that??? do you not love me???
  • and you have to kiss him like 9403 times before he stops whining and bringing it up and ur like side eyeing ten for this whose just like WHAT I THOUGHT HE SHOULD KNOW
  • plays his flute when he’s stressed and you keep pestering him to teach you but seriously ever since you started dating its too hard to do anything when you’re around each other because you’re both so in love that it just turns mushy and its like yes teach me how to play the flute but also come here and cuddle me kinda situation
  •  taeyong secretly misses all of doyoungs attention but at the same time he thinks you make doyoung a lot brighter and better and hes thankful,,,,,,,,,like really thankful
  • doyoung is the kind of boyfriend who when you trip over something he doesnt hide laughter but he helps you back up and scolds the twig you tripped over for hurting you LOL 

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Perfect Strangers (Part 3): Nobody Said It Was Easy

Title:  Perfect Strangers (Part 3):  Nobody Said It Was Easy

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is the consummate ladies man, a different girl every night, no lasting relationships. You are a painfully shy bookworm terrified of getting involved with someone for fear of getting hurt. When the two of you literally run into each other, sparks fly.

Sequel to Three’s Company

Master Post

Characters:  Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count:  2996

Warnings: mild language

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help and contributions.

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all’s fair

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: rivals au / fluff
word count: 5,655
description: sometimes people can surprise you and do absurdly kind things, even the ones you least expect… even your rival, jeon jungkook.
author’s note: i don’t know a whole lot about baseball and its penalties so i used this source (x) as a reference. 


The first hit in the baseball is crucial. It sets up the rest of the game by getting the momentum going and initiating a form of liquid courage that either side may take a drink from to course through their veins and settle in their psyches. Not only can it make or break the batting team, but it’ll only reflect on the opposing team—sometimes it’s their pitch that does it for you or maybe it’s their pitch that can totally decimate you in three fell swoops—all in a matter of minutes.

You don’t think too deeply on the task at hand, fully aware of how much pressure is pushing into the forefronts of your mind and atop your shoulders like someone’s heavy forearm. Your eyes narrow at the familiar sight of sun-kissed skin, shoving it away as you meet their half-lidded ones and purposefully scowling in response to the smirk curved on his lips.

“Ready to lose, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, remaining firmly planted in front of you. His teammates are gathering behind him, yet he makes no form of acknowledgement in their regard. In fact, his doe-like, dark brown hues are trained on yours despite your best attempts to ward him off with your best scowl. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t pout just yet! You still have two more hours to do that!”   

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A Real Villain Part 2

A/N: So I had a lotto great feedback on the first part of this imagine and a couple requests to write a second part… so here we go…. Also sorry I try and make most imagines gender neutral but this one I went for a female reader. (Yikes sorry guys). Also let me know if you want me to turn this into a three part series or just leave it as it!

Warnings: Abusive relationship

Word Count: 1555

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4

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Peter had generously stayed with you the entire day. You had fallen asleep in his arms, and spent a lot of the day with that. Peter had tried to distract you from the topic of Justin, completely avoiding the topic. But you didn’t want to avoid the topic.

You started telling Peter about the times that Justin would hit you, and the times he scared you. You sat with Peter telling him about your ‘relationship’ as he rubbed your back and whispered small “It’s okay, darling,” and “Im sorry, Y/N,”

Your mom brought you and Peter dinner part way through the night. You sat silently and ate your meal on your bed. Soon after you had requested that you return to bed. Peter crawled into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm.

You could feel the weight of Peter when he slightly rolled on top of you so he could reach the snooze button on your alarm.

Peter rolled back onto the other side of the bed, and you turned look at him.

“I can’t go to school today, Peter. I can’t,”

“I’ll be right by your side all day, Y/N,”

“Peter we don’t have the same schedule, what are you going to do? Run across the school to walk me class to class?”

“That’s exactly what i’m going to do. I’ll meet you outside each of your classes and walk you to the next,”

You sighed “Alright,”

“C’mon, you’ve got to get ready for school,” Peter said, sitting up in bed, swinging his legs over the side.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I’ll just wear the same clothes, but can I borrow a toothbrush?”

“Sure,” you said, finally gaining the energy to lift yourself off your pillow.

As you made your way to the bathroom and your saw your reflection in the mirror you realized you looked like a mess. Any makeup you had on was tear stained. You still had on Peter’s sweater and your hair was knotted.

You quickly ran a comb through your hair and went to bring Peter a new toothbrush.

“Hey Peter, Do you mind if I wear your sweater today?” You asked, handing him the toothbrush.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Probably not, but it smells like you and I think I could really use that comfort today if you can’t be with me all day,”

“Of course you can wear it, Y/N,”

As you finished getting ready for school, Peter waited quietly on your bed.

“Ready to go Parker?” You asked

“Ready when you are,”

You picked up our backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Peter climbed off your bed, grabbed his bag and put it on. You silently walked out your front door and set off on your walk to school. You silently slipped your hand into Peter’s as you were walking. Saying nothing, you looked at Peter and gave him a small smile.

Luckily you and Peter had the same homeroom so you walked to class together and sat down in your usual seats.

You sat in front of Peter, while Ned sat beside him.

You were waiting for class to start, when you heard Ned andPeter whispering behind you.

“Did I just see you walk into class holding Y/N’s hand?” Ned asked

“Maybe,” Peter whispered back.

“Woah, what happened to Justin? Dude he’s gonna kick your ass, whether they’ve broken up or not,”

“I know. It’s worth it though, man,”

“Damn,” Ned muttered.

You smiled to yourself. You really didn’t deserve Peter.

You could barely pay attention in any of your classes that day. You were happy that you didn’t have any classes with Justin that semester.

Peter had stayed true to his word and walked you from class to class. Peter came to your English class which happened to be your last class before lunch.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter smiled.

“Hey Pete,”

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and linked your arm with Peters, making your way towards the cafeteria.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from down the hallway.

You and Peter both turned to see who it was calling you.

Justin came jogging down the hallway, face full of rage.

“So its true,” He said.

Neither your or Peter said anything, but you moved your arm so you were now clutching Peter’s bicep.

“All day people have been asking me if you and I had broken up. People were telling me that you were wearing Peter’s sweater and that you were holding his hand, and he was walking you to and from all your classes,”

“Don’t talk to her,” Peter said.

“Fuck you Parker. Fuck you for fucking my girlfriend. I always knew you were cheating on me Y/N. You two are way to close just to be friends,” Justin spat.

“We’re over, Justin. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. So fuck you for hurting me,” you said.

“Me hurting you?!” Justin said, raising his voice and stepping closer to you and Peter.

Peter instinctively stepped in front of you so his body was shielding most of yours. You kept holding onto Peter’s arm, worrying about your safety.

“YOu broke my heart Y/N!”

“Don’t talk to her!” Peter said, raiding his voice.

“Every time you were with Peter or even Ned you were breaking my heart a little more. I knew you were cheating on me. And with this loser of all people?” Justin continued, ignoring Peter’s order.

Justin continued to step towards you and Peter. Peter slowly pushed you back away from him.

“Back up,” Peter ordered Justin.

“Make me, Parker. THat’s my girlfriend you have there and i’d love for you to return her,”

“REturn her? Y/N is NOT your possession. And she is certainly not your girlfriend,”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Penis Parker, that’s your name, right?”

“Just back off Justin,”

“Or what? You’ll hurt me?” Justin teased.

“I don’t want to, but if I have to I will,”

Suddenly, Justin lunged at Peter, his fist connecting with Peter’s face.

You moved back “HELP!” You yelled.

Peter got up and managed to block Justin’s next punch.

Two teachers came running out of their classrooms, looking for who cried for help. When they saw Justin attacking Peter, they made their best attempts to pull him off of Peter.

The principal came running down the hall, “What on earth is going on here Y/L/N, Parker, Ravioli?” (Yikes lol idk how last names work).

You had tears welling in your eyes, you tried to speak but no words came out of your mouth.

Peter came over to you and wiped the tear that was falling down your cheek.

“All of you. My office. Now.” Your principal ordered.

The three of you had been separated and the principal talked to you each individually.

You were the first brought into the principal’s office.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You’re such a good kid, how did you even get into this situation?”

You started crying, making your best attempts to choke out an answer “J-justin and I. W-w-we dated a-and he b-beat me. I-I-I t-tr-ied to break up with him. B-ut he wouldn’t let m-m-me. Pe-eter was only trying to protect me. D-don’t punish him please,”

“Wait, Justin beat you?” The Principal asked, leaning forward in his chair, obviously very concerned.

You nodded, rolling up the sleeve of Peter’s sweater from where Justin had grabbed you the other day. You could see bruises that were left from where he was gripping you. You slowly removed the sweater from your opposite shoulder where you could see another bruise, the then purple mark, now turning slightly yellow from where Justin had hit you only a week earlier when you were late for a date.

“Y/N, you understand that i’m going to have to call both your parents and the police, right?”

You nodded, starting to cry harder.

“C-a-an I see P-peter?” You asked.

The principal stood up from his chair and stuck his head out the door, calling Peter inside.

You had folded yourself over, leaning on your knees, your tears staining your pants.

Peter rushed to your side, dealing down beside you he began rubbing small circles into your back.

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s okay, i’m here,” Peter said.

You could hear the Principal across the desk phoning the police and your parents.

“I’m sorry Peter. I’m so sorry,” You cried.

“Y/N, listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay, darling. It’s not your fault,” Peter said, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

You really didn’t deserve Peter Parker.

You Belong With Me

Originally posted by perryskeet

A/N: AND SHE RETURNS!!! Hello, it only took me eight years but here I am, with something new, especially for @thatsadbreakfastclub and our mutual love of Reggie. Its not perfect but it’s s o m e t h i n g (hopefully it’s not eight more years until the next one)

Summary: Walking alone in Riverdale can be dangerous, especially at night when well-meaning football players are lurking. (Andrews!Reader)

Word Count: 2,133

Warnings: N o n e, ‘cept some mild fear at the beginning 

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46. “I’m in love…shit” with Eggsy and reader. Something funny and fluffy with a nice kiss or two

[Oh man! Okay, I tried to be funny, but I don’t write comedy much hahaha SOOOO I think I failed at that part XD Hopefully you enjoy this! It’s a bit more in Eggsy PoV this time, but its a Eggsy X Reader as requested and on the shorter side <3 also sorry for any lost typos ;.; aha

Pairing: Eggsy X Reader

Warnings: Cussing! Duh. 

Words: 1.2

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Eggsy was not the kinda guy to fall for anyone… He didn’t even have to really try not to either. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, it was that he didn’t want to. He’d been on some dates, had some flings and even managed to snag a princess for awhile there…

But none of it really ever stuck. No one really stuck. Maybe it was because it didn’t matter much to him, and they could see it. Or maybe love just wasn’t all that important to him. He had his mum and his sister to worry about and to care for, and dating was one of those things that seemed to muddy the water. 

He basically thought he’d spend most his life as a bachelor the way Harry did… After he died, that was even the plan for awhile. Especially with his responsibilities with the Kingsman as Galahad now.

Except, when he saw you everything changed for him. 

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Unforgettable birthday (Pt.2)

Word count: 2.055

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Guilt and worries


Harry hadn’t fully comprehended what had just happened but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that whatever took place some minutes ago was not good. And he was right. Nothing was right. You had stormed out of the house, crying and wishing Harry hadn’t accused you of cheating. It really hurt your feelings to know that the person you were so in love with could in anyway believe you were capable of such a horrendous thing.

You never thought this day could be so….sad. Heck, you never thought Harry would be the reason. But here you were, at the local park, bawling your eyes out and shivering from the cold. Images from the previous incidents were flashing in front of your eyes and you tried to make it stop. The most unbearable thing though, was that Harry’s words kept replaying in your mind. You wanted those voices to go away as soon as they came.

Harry, on the other side, tried to calm down and contact you but guilt was eating him alive. He knew what he had done. He knew how much he pained you tonight but the alcohol running in his veins wasn’t letting him see clearly. Just the thought of you with someone else was enough to cloud his mind. His mind was playing sick games on him and he was allowing it.

“Fuck!”, he screamed at one point, when he felt like everything was closing in on him and they were pulling him into a black tunnel . He needed to find a way-out. And you were the only one who could help him do so. So he exited the house and got out his phone. He needed to find you. He needed to explain. But most of all, he needed to restore your trust and love.

Six missed calls and one voicemail. You didn’t want to hear his voice just yet. He had already said enough that night. You were ready to turn off your device when another voicemail was delivered. You decided to listen to the voicemails only. Truth be told, you were a bit curious what he had to say.

Y/N, where are yeh? Yeh can’t get up and leave when we are havin’ a fight! We need to clear things out! And if yeh have no intention of doin’ so, well, I am sorry but yeh have to face meh one way or another! Call meh when yeh receive this”. He had some nerves! Your subconscious was screaming that he was intoxicated and that sober Harry would never treat you like this but another part of you was saying that he wasn’t that tipsy and he knew exactly what he was talking about.

Hoping the next message would help you understand, you pressed play.

Y/N, I know I messed up big time but I need to explain. At least, I need to know yeh will give me the chance to. I-I don’t kn- Fuck, I don’t know why I said all these things. I am an idiot. Where are yeh Y/N? We have to fix this. I have to fix this. Please.”

The tone of his voice was urging you to run to him and tell him that everything is okay. But you couldn’t. Your feet were carrying you to your mom’s house and there was no turning back. Maybe, this was a good lesson for him. He couldn’t go on and call you a cheater when he knew you only had eyes for him.

The number of missed calls had increased by the time you had made it to the house. One more voice mail was sent to you and then…silence. Harry wasn’t a quitter but maybe that was the furthest he could go. His voice was filling your dark room but the words he was spilling, had you crying for the second time that night.

So now yeh are ignorin’ meh? I said I am sorry fo’ what I said! Isn’t this enough? Yeh are the one bein’ stubborn now. Where are yeh? I need to know yeh are safe. I have been drivin’ fo’ two hours now and there is no sight of yeh. I even went to our park! Damn Y/N!”

Yes, maybe you were stubborn for not being the easy type. Maybe you were stubborn that you wouldn’t crawl back to him after a muttered “sorry”. But that was the way you were. This was an opportunity to make him see what he had by his side all this time. Everything you had built together was slowly crashing down. The idea of being in your mother’s house didn’t even cross his mind. And the funny thing was that you kept being worried for him since he was driving half sober- half drunk.

“Why Harry…You said you knew me”, you sighed to yourself before more salty tears made their way to your eyes. You hated crying and you hated you were so emotional. What you hated more though, was the addiction you had to Harry. His voicemails were still playing from your phone thus making it harder for you to concentrate and go to sleep. Even sleeping on your own bed felt wrong without Harry by your side.

“Y/N, love are you ok in there? Me and your father need to go to your grandma but we can’t leave before we make sure you will be ok by yourself”, your mom said to you through the wooden door.

“Yes, mom. I will be fine. I will be fine”, you said more to you than to her. She let you know that her phone would be available if you needed anything and just like that, you were all alone in your house. Your mind was drifting off to what Harry was doing at the moment. Was he thinking what you would be doing or was he sleeping not giving a care in the world? A glimpse of hope inside of you was wishing he was trying to think of places you could have gone to and he was getting ready to come get you.

Harry was frantic by now. He wanted nothing more than to know where you were off to. He couldn’t wait till next morning.

“Tomorrow will be late. I need to find yeh now Y/N. Tell meh where yeh are”, he pleaded, staring at his phone, waiting for a call or a single text message reading you were safe. But none came. With a sharp move, he descended the stairs, grabbed his car keys and got out, in search of his love. He went to your best friend’s place, your work and even your favourite coffee shop to find you, but when he spotted you nowhere, he started losing hope.

Then, just like a miracle, your parents’ house came to his mind. Without wasting a single minute, he got into his vehicle, and started driving towards it.

“Please, be there”, he whispered, only for him to hear and kept driving. The roads seemed too empty for him, and for the first time, he didn’t turn on the radio to let music relax him. He was so determined to find you that everything else felt meaningless to him. It was like the traffic lights were by his side too, since he never stopped at a red-light.

One hour later, he was standing on your porch with his heart in his hands. He brought his fist up to knock on the door three times, but none of them made an actual sound. He didn’t know what he was so afraid of. Rejection? Harshness? Or heartbreak? Whatever there was to come, he was willing to face it if it meant to see you. Taking one big breath, he knocked on your door and waited.

You were so distracted hearing Harry’s voicemails and reading his messages that you didn’t hear the bang on your door the first time. When his bangs became stronger, you were put out of you trance and turned your attention to your window. You needed to check it was him who was knocking and not someone else. When you saw his car in the parking lot, an absentminded smile made its way to your lips but it instantly fell when you knew what he came for.

You decided to listen to his explanation and let him say what he had to say. You wouldn’t feel guilty for not hearing him after all. When you made it to the door, you were sure your eyes were all red and puffy and that you didn’t want Harry to see you this way but that was what he was getting. Opening up, you saw Harry’s eyes staring right back at you. He released a breath he didn’t know was holding.  

“Thank God Y/N. How didn’t I think of this since the beginnin’?”, he said and he proceeded to hug you when your words stopped him.

“Yeah, how didn’t you?”, you said and Harry’s expression fell to the floor.

“Listen Y/N. I can talk from here perfectly too. All I wish fo’ yeh to do is just hear meh out ok?”, he started but you held you door wide open. It was freezing cold outside.

“I am all ears”, you said and he gulped. It was now or never.

“I am douche bag. When I saw yeh leavin’, somethin’ inside meh twisted. I don’t know how, I don’t know what but it did. And right then, I knew I had made a mistake. Of course yeh couldn’t cheat on meh but my mind was clouded. My stress from work came rushing to meh too and I don’t know. I snapped. I am not tryin’ to justify myself but I need yeh to know that I love yeh too much to let yeh go”.

Harry’s words made a few tears escape but your thumb wiped them away. You understood what Harry was telling you because you felt the same thing when you were leaving. But you couldn’t oversee the previous events. He still blamed you and you felt humiliated.

“Harry, I understand”, you said and you swore you saw Harry’s eyes light up.

“But you do know that what you said really hurt me. It felt like I lost your trust out of the blue. And the worst part is I still don’t know where it all came from”, you truthfully said and Harry held your hands tenderly.

“I am inexcusable fo’ what I implied but believe meh baby when I say that I am sorry. I deeply regret whatever my mouth spilled”, he said and he frowned when you freed you hands from his grip.

“Okay Harry. I get what you are telling me. But I can’t take you back just yet. We need to start new. If you are willing to let us relax for a bit, then you will show me you want this to work just as much as I do”, you said and Harry got up, shuffling his hair. You were asking for space and he knew it was coming. He just didn’t want to accept it.

“But I don’t see the reason this is necessary baby. Please don’t do this. Yeh know we can’t be apart”, he said kneeling in front of you.

“We won’t be apart Harry. We will make a new start. Believe me; it is for the best. Now if we are done, please go home. We will talk tomorrow. I promise”, you said getting up from the sofa, Harry following.

“But Y/-“, he started but you beat him to it.

“I promise”, you once again said and he nodded. Before he turned to your door, he turned to you.

“It doesn’t feel right to go like this”, he said and you felt puzzled for a moment before you felt his lips on your own. You both needed the reassurance that you would come out stronger after this and that your love was still here.

“Keep in mind that I love yeh. Please”, Harry said before walking out.

You closed the door behind you and went inside. You felt like there was a hole inside you now that Harry was gone but you knew it was for your relationship’s recovery. Nonetheless, one thing was for sure. This year, Harry’s birthday was indeed unforgettable.


This is it guys! Part two to “Unforgettable birthday” is here! It was so highly requested that I just couldn’t believe it!! Thank you so much for reading guys and I hope this part doesn’t make you cry (too). I hope you are all well and if you aren’t, remember everything will fall into place! (Says the one who cried while writing this). Anyways, I hope you truly enjoyed this! Have a nice day/night loves!

Daddy Lessons

In which Bitty comes out to his Daddy. (The mom version)

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It sounded like the beginning of a joke. Two Bittles walk into a den.

Eric stood awkwardly in front of his dad’s gigantic trophy case, his body slouched and his fingers intertwined in front of him. His adrenaline was still soaring from the conversation he’d just had with his mother and he could still catch a faint hint of smoke clinging to his button-down.

The elder Bittle was sitting in his favorite navy blue recliner, the hideous and torn one that had been banned from the living room after one (or ten) too many years of service. He held his ipad aloft in front of him as he scrolled through a sports news feed with a scowl. His body language was open, but intimidating, just like always. Richard had a habit of completely filling up every room he was in without meaning to.

The easy commanding presence was great for coaching, not so much for parenting. He knew that his son found it intimidating. The boy was far too soft-hearted for his own good, never wanting to bother or upset anyone. Afraid to speak up for himself for fear of being considered a burden.

Polite to a fault that kid. Just like his mama.

It wasn’t that Eric was afraid of his father. Of course not. He was afraid of disappointing him. Of not living up to his expectations and legacy.

It was the worst kind of fear. Self-imposed and corrosive. Everpresent. A lens that had colored every interaction between the two of them for more than half of Eric’s life, starting with the disaster that was his very first football game.

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Bloody, Bruised & Broken but Still Beautiful_El Diablo x Reader

Anon asked:

Hi!😊 😊 I love your writing and I was wondering if I could get one when Diablo realizes that he loves you and you mean everything to him? Mushy, I know 😂 maybe a little love smut added if you do smut, of you don’t its fine 😄 Thanks!!!

Jenn’s Note: Hell yeah, way angsty than I think either of us meant.Also, no smut.

Word count: 1230

Warnings: Angst and suicide squad spoilers and of course swearing, sometimes in spanish.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

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Originally posted by torturezone

When Chato Santana turned himself in and then was shipped off to Belle Reve, he made a promise. He vowed not to let anyone in. People he let in always got hurt, without fault. Even when she was shoved into the cell with him, battered and bruised. He brushed her off, ignoring her attempts at conversation and staying silent. Still she spoke with him, one sided conversations that filled the echoing silence. He didn’t hate her though, he was afraid. Afraid of himself and what he could do. She didn’t give up though. That just wasn’t who Y/N L/N was.

“You have a problem with me or something?” She asked one day. “’Cause I’m trying here. We’re gonna be stuck in here for who knows how long and I’m trying my hardest to make the best of it.” She was frustrated and it was then Chato realized why she was on here with him. Not because they had run out of cells or because it was some form of cruel punishment. It was because she was cursed, same as him. Born with the devil’s gift. Too late he realized what was happening and the guards flooded the cell.

“Hold your breath. Two minutes. Now.” He spoke quickly, taking a deep breath and disappearing under the frigid water. She followed but a second after. One hundred twenty seconds passed, burning their lungs until they were left coughing on the wet rusty floor.

“What the fuck was that?” She grumbled, spitting out more water onto the floor.

Chato tried his best to stay away after that, cursed or not he was a danger to her, but he found himself slipping up. Smiling at her bed jokes and nodding along with her one sided conversations. Unintentionally pushing Y/N to try harder, to better try to get to know the mysterious man. There were days when he consciously pushed her away, gave her the cold the cold shoulder, but there were also days when wondered if it was worth it, and days that he didn’t think about it, getting too close without realizing. Involuntarily the cold shoulder days became less and less frequent until he found himself engaging in her conversations. She came to appreciate the sound of his voice when he did speak and he was grateful that he wasn’t alone anymore.

It was raining the first day he let her touch him. It was cold, not that either of them noticed, and once again they found themselves sitting across from each other, talking about whatever came up. The gloomy weather lead to conversations sadder than usual. It was that day he told her about his family, how when he was angry things happened that he couldn’t control. Things that he would always regret. He was staring blankly out the window, eyes glassy.  She smiled sadly and moved so she was sitting next to him. Chato sucked in a breath as her arm went around his shoulder, the first time someone other than a cop or guard had touched him in ages. He was scared, terrified of hurting her. After a moment he let out his breath and laid his head on her shoulder. There was no need to say anything.

He knew he was fucking everything up, getting to close but damn it felt good. He didn’t want to stop, he couldn’t stop. Everything she did was fascinating, the way she talked, the way she didn’t. The way she said his name, not Diablo, Chato. It was insane how well she could read him, knowing when he wanted to talk and when he needed to be left alone. She knew when it was okay to lay on the sorry excuse for a bed next to him or if she should sleep on the floor. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, peas in a pod… or something.

It was raining the day he died. He was still breathing, conscious and everything that technically qualified as living, but something had changed. It was one of those days where he just needed to sit and think, so she let him. A clap of thunder at the opposite end of the compound shocked him to a realization, the one that killed him. He realized why he let her touch him, why every time she was taken he worried for her. He realized why he let her use his real name and why he stupidly let himself get too close.

Joder!

Mierda!

He loved her. Chato Santana had fallen in love with Y/N L/N. El Diablo had fallen for the Angel of Fire. He wiped away the stray tear that was making its way down his cheek, sucking in a breath through his teeth. She watched him from the other side of the cell, eyes filled with concern.

“You okay, Chato?” She asked

“Si, I’m good.” He nodded. She was skeptical but let it go. He took a deep breath, silently cussing himself once more. He was naive and alone and let himself do something he swore he wouldn’t. It was raining the day he realized he was in love.

That night he found himself looking at her through tired eyes at a time well past when he should have been asleep. She was sleeping though, laying on the slab next to him. She was relaxed and her face was the visage of peacefulness and contentment. Chato looked upon her like she was a masterpiece so artfully crafted by expert hands. She yawned, rousing from whatever dreamland she had been occupying, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him with furrowed brows. Chato hadn’t even realized he was crying until Y/N’s soft hands wiped the tears from under his eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked, sleep slurring her voice. He didn’t answer for a few seconds, holding her gaze. Laying face to face with him was a woman whose skin was just as hot as his, someone he wasn’t constantly afraid of hurting, and she was worried about him. So he did something he might regret later but at this point he decided it honestly didn’t matter. It was worth it. In a second he ghosted his lips over hers. He stayed there for a moment, waiting for her to push him away, but she didn’t. In fact she closed the sliver of distance between and kissed him.

They kissed in a gesture so meaningful and intimate that it caused a flurry of butterflies in Y/N’s stomach. Their eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the moment. She kissed back with just as much emotion as him, as much love, because somewhere between the near drownings and the silent days she had fallen for him too. They understood each other in a way no one else could fathom.

“I…” He couldn’t find the words after they pulled apart.

“I know.” She whispered, smiling. “I love you too.” Her voice was barely audible. His hear soared as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder before curling up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and he sighed contentedly. As she fell asleep he replayed her words in his head over and over again until he realized something.

It was raining the night Chato Santana realized, nearly a year after Y/N had been dumped in his cell, that he wasn’t alone anymore.

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Maybe, Just Maybe - Tony Stark (Iron Man/Avengers)

Pairing: Tony x Female!Reader

Requested by: @melizzzabeth

Request:  Hey girly can you write a reader and tony story. Where they are soul mates but she’s with Steve. So she is confused about her feelings because she doesn’t know that tony is her soulmate. Yet tony knows but doesn’t say Bc she’s with Steve. Happy ending for reader and tony. Sorry steve. Thank you

Warnings: None?

A/N: I hope you like it, darling^^ ENJOY! 

Originally posted by bobbedrake

*gif not mine*

«Cap making you wait again?» Your head shot up from your book as you heard the familiar voice of Tony Stark.

 You had been sitting in the common room, yet again waiting for your boyfriend to finish up work for the day, or as it actually was; training. You always seemed to end up here, waiting. 

And as always Tony would come keep you company. He would always make time go by incredibly quickly, and those small traitorous butterflies would always erupt in your stomach as you sat there with him. 

 A blush would creep up on your cheeks whenever he would say something endearing, and by the time Steve would show up, you would feel guilty about all these feelings running around in your body. 

Feelings which should be directed towards Steve. 

 «Late as always.» You sighed, Tony taking his place beside you, the mug he had had in his hand he placed down beside you. «Your favorite warm beverage, just how you like it.» He smiled proudly before he let his interest fall on the book in your hand. 

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You ready, luv? (Part 2) - [Eggsy Unwin X Reader]

[OKAY GUYS! Here is part 2! I hope its as good as you want it to be lol. Still working on the rest of this little story, so sit tight I will be doing at least 1 more but likely 2 for this one :) Thanks for reading!!! (TW: angst & cursing. Lots of cursing XD)

About: You and your boyfriend Eggsy are on a mission together where your limits are tested. Just how far are you willing to go for the man you love?

Pairing: Eggsy X Reader with a Merlin cameo :D

W/C: Sorry guys lol it’s 2.3k

Ao3 Here!]

Part One <—-

“Oh, god… oh, fuck. Oh, fucking fuck shit— FUCK!” You grumbled anxiously, nearly screaming as the space around your feet fill with soft waifs of smoke. For a second you want to pretend you’re just in the smoky pub down the street from the shop… But you know you’re not.

You know you probably won’t be making it back to that pub anytime soon either. Sorry Mal, sorry Cate… it was really nice knowing you.

Quickly you pulled your undershirt to cover your nose and mouth as you you scanned the room for a way out. Only there were no windows, and the only vents present were the ones spewing green gas at you with a vengeance.

But of course there wouldn’t be any windows, and if Artemis built this room as a gas chamber— well you can bet the only vents are gonna be the ones poisoning you.

Everything inside told you to think fast… that you had to get the fuck out of there so you could tell you stupid boyfriend you loved him before it was too late. But your options only faded with each pivot around the room, and you felt those chances dwindling like water slipping between your fingers.

You couldn’t give up hope though. Not yet… Even though the gas was nearly to your knees now.

So instead you ran around the room frantically pulling books from shelves, knocking plants from their place, pulling paintings off of walls– tossing everything around you. There had to be something to help you escape; a hatch or a secret door… a fail safe— something.

Only, there wasn’t a damn thing you could use and now, the gas sat just above your knees.

As your seconds slip and that smog creep further up your thighs you threw your eyes to that door again. Your heart pounding painfully and your temples sweating in fear.

Eggsy was right there… just on the other side of that fucking door. Just— waiting for you. You knew by the look he sent you before the doors bolted that he was mortified. You knew by the tone he yelled your name that he didn’t know what to do either and now you can’t help but wonder if he was really still there after all…

You turned towards the computer breathing harder than you should as the smoke rise around your hips; unable to stop yourself from wondering if he’d left you… But if he had, could you really blame him?

There was a part of you that even hoped he had listened to the training… Then he would have been out of this fucking place and at least he would be safe. But something low in your gut told you he’d never leave you… right?

As the smoke stretches up your stomach you begin to really know the bite of fear. The sharp iron taste it gave you… or was that the gas? You’re realizing that you don’t have much time left before you’re knocked out– that’s if this shit doesn’t kill you anyway.

Now is the part where you begin to give in to your fate, realizing it had already been sealed the second you walked through the bunker door. Even as the one locked in here, you had to admit the office was an excellent trap. Whoever was doing this knew the Kingsmen were coming and they were prepared. Maybe they were even the ones to send you two here in the first place… Part of you wondered if this trap was set for you alone and couldn’t help but wonder if any of this had to do with how strange Eggsy and Merlin seemed.

Stop. You’re acting crazy because you’re about to die right now. Don’t do the thing you always do and sabotage the only fucking good thing you have, kay? Kay.

After the brief reminder you realize the only thing you do know is that you’re royally fucked. As your father would say, ‘you got dealt a real bad hand of cards, baby.’ Right now, you know you should be thinking of a way to get out— a way to turn that shitty hand into a winning one. That you should be putting your fucking training to use, but all you can worry about is whether or not Eggsy knew you loved him… Whether you’d see him again or ever have the chance to choke on the words you’d never said.

You wish instead of feeling fear that you could just think about his smile, or the first time he kissed you outside the tailor shop. Hell, you’d even relive the crappy times if it meant you could get out of here in one piece. If it meant you could just watch one more shitty action movie with him…

But the smoke is floating around your chest now and as you watch it rise you know you have less than 60 second left of lucidity. You don’t know why but for some reason you turned for the computer, grabbing either side of the monitor– shaking it fiercely. Watching that little dragon flap its wings almost as if it was taunting you.

Maybe the little shit was. But in that moment you remembered that dragon… where… where had I— s-een it?

Now the smoke is pressing at your neck while it tickle at your nose… You’re starting to feel strange like everything is light and you’re almost floating in that olive green cloud. Yet somehow your limbs are heavy, like you’d been filled to the brim with wet sand. And in that moment the feeling of salted water filling your lungs came rushing back.

You want to stay awake, you want to breath fresh air into your tired lungs… to fight. But you know you can’t.

And now you can’t even open your eyes without seeing the thick green closing in around you. You can hardly move your legs and all you want to do is rest…

You throw heavy hands to the desk feeling your wrists tremble beneath the unsteadiness of you elbows as you sink…. lower and lower until your face is flat on the desk. All you can see through the fog is that damn dragon flapping its fucking wings at you.

Deep in your pool of emerald you know whatever happens next is likely to be the end… Your eyes fight the pull of sleep as you slide to the ground the last thing you feel is regret.

The last thing you see is Eggsy and the last thing you hear is Merlin reminding you that you were never really safe… even when you were.

——————–

(Eggsy P.o.V)

He probably would have been better at controlling the tone he’d taken had he not felt his whole world crumbling around him. Maybe he could control the thoughts that ran rampant through the jungle of his mind if he knew what the outcome would be.

Maybe he could focus or be able to breathe if he just fucking knew whether or not he would see you again… Whether or not that would actually be the last time he kissed you, or smelled your skin… Whether his last words to you would have been ‘Wha’s that?’ and not ‘I fucking love you.’

That’s the thing though… he didn’t know.

He didn’t know if you were alive or dead and that thought alone was enough to shatter whatever composure he had glued together earlier in the day. “Merlin! What the fucks happenin’?”

The voice he used was panicked, pleading even as he pace the space of the door you were locked behind. There were still men accosting him from the end of the narrow hallway, only now there was a loud siren and dull lights echoing around him as he fight. But even in his fevered panic he crushed each man that dared cross his path with ease.

“It’s hard to say…”

“What the fuck d'you mean ‘it’s hard to say’… she’s alright, ain’t she?” This is the part where he fills with fear as he press his back to the cold metal door you’re pinned behind. In that moment he knows just what Merlin is going to tell him to do…

“Galahad, you need to calm down, and get back to the car… Remember your training, follow protocol.”

Training said to get back to the rendezvous point when something like this happened.

Protocol said to have backup before attempting a rescue mission, even of this nature.

He knew his training and what rules he was meant to follow, he even knew why they were rules in the first place: to save lives. To stop impulsivity and hopefully ensile some lessons about patience or the importance of planning. The recklessness of an emotional mind.

And usually? He wouldn’t have a problem following his training or obeying his orders. He really did know those rules were set for a reason, because they had saved lives… because they would keep saving lives.

But he didn’t give a two shits because none of those lives in question had been yours.

He knew it wasn’t his responsibility to protect you, that you could take care of yourself easy— but he wanted to keep you safe and he knew that the two of you would always be better as a pair than you’d ever be apart.

“Oh, just fuck off with protocol, will ya?” It was a question— technically, but he surely didn’t present it that way. Knowing he was overstepping the rules of seniority wasn’t enough to stop him though and he continued heatedly. “You expect me to leave her then, yeah?”

He knew the fucking protocol, but was Merlin really suggesting that he leave you?

“Galah—“

“Just walk away? You really suggestin’ I let her die?” He interrupted again, a sea of terror filled anxiety flushing and surrounding him like a tornado of wasps as his voice raise an octave louder.

Something told him that if he left you… that if he left even for a second it would be too late, and he was not about to let that happen.

Not to you. Not after everything you’d been through or after everything you’d done for him.

It’s about now that he wishes he told you just how precious you were to him… how you even saved him, as cheesy as it sounds.

It wasn’t until he met you that he realized how hard losing Harry had been for him. He had drank himself nearly to death for a couple weeks there, even started random brawls with strangers just trying to feel something else. He wanted to be the man Harry knew he could, but he only fell short every time.

The worst part of it all was that he still remembered everything about that day. The way Harry lost control of his body and murdered all those people… The color of Harry’s suit and what hat he himself had been wearing. He even remembered what it looked like when Valentine pulled the fucking trigger. God did he remember it all, and for weeks it haunted him. It haunted his days and nights alike with no prejudice whatsoever and it was relentless.

But one day just like any other, you were brought in as a potential recruit; and he never told you this but he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Now as he panic sinking deeper into dissociation, he wish he had.

It was weird because that first time he locked eyes with you, he could have sworn you’d be his as crazy as that sounds. But he just knew…

He had only been named Galahad for just over a month, and was assigned to be your trainer. Actually he was the one that asked you to pull the trigger that final day— sending you a smile when at first you wouldn’t. He didn’t tell you it was a blank, but he hoped his eyes had.

And he was the one to fall arse over tit in love with you along the way.

It was more than love though, he needed you. Sure, he could probably function without you like he ‘functioned’ without Harry… but why should he have to? Why chose a life that didn’t have you in it? Why leave when he could save you…

“Eggsy, please… Will you just listen to me?” Merlin was soft when he spoke, and even kinder as he continued. “I’m not suggesting you leave her. Never.” He was understanding and in that moment it seemed like he realize how serious you two actually were. You weren’t just some silly fling or some harmless fun Eggsy was having… it was real. “But if you want to save her, you need to focus. Tell me exactly what happened before you were separated.”

After drawing in a long breath, basking in the break of fighting and his own paranoia he run his hands through his hair replaying it all. “She was workin’ on that git’s computer, yeah? And then… I don’t know, somethin’ upset her— she was goin’ on bout the system actin’ all strange… ” His voice trailed off.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how off everything had been. “It was all a trap, Merlin… From the very fuckin’ beginning— I told you somethin’ wasn’t right.”

After a second Merlin replied, his voice was stern but lined with apathy. “I should have listened to you… I’m sorry.”

He could tell that Merlin meant it and in that moment all the anger he had felt disappeared. Now all that lingered was the thick weight of regret. “If I lose her ‘cause of this, I won’t forgive you.”

Merlin sighed heavily into his mic before finishing, his tone dark and matching Eggsy’s own. “I wouldn’t either.”


—Part 3!

Dear Little Sister

Relationship: Winchesters X Sister

Words: 1,479

Warnings: mention of character death, lots of angsty angst

No summary because the title kinda speaks for itself

A/N: I’ve been writing this for over a year, and I finally finished it today, so eo enjoy! Beta’d by the awesome @straightasdeanwinchester, thank you love!!

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You’re Not Bastian...

Anon asked: Hey! I love your blog so much! Could you do a Poe X reader with “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" au? 

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Oh my god, this prompt just sounded so awkward and hilarious, I had to do it. Thank you, Anon!)

Plot Summary: All you were doing was just fixing Poe’s proton-torpedo launcher. Just a simple task for you as the Chief Engineer. What you didn’t expect, however, was the sting of someone smacking your butt while you were bent over, trying to fix a few gears from inside Poe’s X-Wing.

Warning: Light Swearing

Originally posted by fkcoolcreator

“Last one on the list, Chief. You sure you want to take this one? It’s not scheduled until tomorrow.” Aurelai, one of the mechanics, handed you the paperwork.

“It’s Dameron again. He’s becoming a regular around here, and he’s the most frequent flyer. He’s one of the priorities when he damages his ship.” You sighed, putting the paper onto a clipboard.

“Oh Y/N, you’re blushing!” Aurelai nudged you with her elbow.

“No, I’m not.” You turned away from her.

“Come on, think about it. It’s a clear, starry night tonight. You and Poe, atop his X-Wing, counting out the stars. He shuffles, turning over to you, lips ever so clo-” You shoved one of the clean rags into her face.

“That’s enough, Aurelai. Don’t you have an early shift tomorrow?” 

She sputtered out the cloth, still grinning.

“Come on, Y/N. It’s meant to be and you know it! You two clearly like eachother! Even the General says so! She’s all like, ‘How are Poe and Y/N not together yet? He and her clearly enjoy one another’s company.’” She giggled.

“Aurelai, shoo!” You yelled, a whining tone coming from you as you hid your face behind your clipboard as she skipped off to her room.

“I swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” You sighed and started your journey to Poe’s landing deck.

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Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Warnings: Blood, canon-related injuries, talk about self doubt and anxiety, Dean being kind of a temporary asshole.
Author’s Note: Am I too late for angst day? Don’t be scared, y'all know I can’t help but add a bit of fluff.
Summary: You’ve been hiding your feelings for Dean for months now and when you have a fight, you reach your breaking point.

You’ve got your hands pressed hard on Sam’s abdomen in the backseat of the Impala, your hands quickly turning crimson as you try to stop the bleeding.

Dean’s driving, his hands clenched so tight to the wheel that his knuckles are white. The muscle in his jaw is ticking repeatedly, and he doesn’t look at you as he races back to the bunker.

“Dean–” you say, trying to get his attention. You want him to say something, anything, because anything would be better than this silence.

“Don’t.” He barks.

You open your mouth to reply, but Sam groans, and you turn your attention back to him. “Hang in there, Sammy.” You say, keeping an eye on his pupils and monitoring his pulse.

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In Sickness and In Sickness

Anon asked: character A and B are sick at the same time OR A gets it from B later on so A can care for them?

@orderly-opaline asked: idk i just???? Reallt wanna see a boyf riends contagion fic????? Like, something where Michael and Jeremy have it at the same time or Michael slowly starts getting it from Jeremy and Jeremy feels guilty.

*finger guns* i have no idea how this fic will turn out so my money is on shit show hope you like it anyway


Michael didn’t bother knocking on the door, he already knew no one would mind if he walked right in. For a moment he thought that the Heere’s should really consider locking their front door, but he didn’t really care enough to do anything about it. He gently opened up the door, closing it right along with the beat of the music pounding in his headphones. God that was satisfying, a smile played on his lips as he walked through the familiar lay out of Jeremy’s house. He was so pumped, ecstatic even. In his hand he held a copy of Mario DDR for the GameCube and was ready to do the most excersis either of them had had in years. His GameCube was already nicely set up in Jeremy’s basement from their melee match last weekend, and now that it was a Friday night he was ready to give Jeremy an awesome surprise.

He was making his way over to the stairs when he saw Mr. Heere in the kitchen. He was looking down at a bottle in his hands eyebrow raised and hand rubbing beard as he read the contents, not even realizing Michael had entered his house. Michael went over, leaning his arms against the kitchen counter as he nosily watched the olderman. It was pink cough medicine, Michael felt his head tilt in question as he brought his headphones down from his ears, still feeling the beats vibrating against his neck.

“Are you sick, Mr. Heere?”

The man flinched a bit and looked up, relaxing when he registered that it was Michael speaking. He sighed and took off the cap of the medicine.

“No,” he started pouring the liquid into a cup, “but Jeremy’s got a bit of a cold.”

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Torn Up (Part Five)

Originally posted by wonthetrade

All righty, folks, here’s part five! Disclaimers:

I’m sorry this is a half an hour late I had some last minute editing to do and my best friend whom I never get to see wanted to facetime

There’s gonna be some Auston love coming up, but that does not mean that its going to be an Auston fic. Like I’ve said, feel free to weigh in about where y’all think this story should go, especially after the next few parts but it’s looking like this is gonna be a Willy fic! Also there is one (1) joke about how watching soccer is boring so I wanted to tell y’all that I do not think this and actually really love soccer, so there’s that.

This is an extremely fluffy chapter, because sometimes I think I can write comedy

Warnings: Cursing (y’all shouldn’t expect any less at this point), dirty jokes, Willy AND Auston feels, and definitely possibly too much baseball talk for a hockey imagine

Parts One through Four

I will admit that I got really into the game once the three of us made it back into the private box, and it was only partly to piss Mitch off. In all honesty, Mitch was the only other person in the room to actually get worked up about any of the plays on the field. The others were apathetic, either only being casual baseball fans, indifferent to the teams playing, or European, unfamiliar, and uninterested in America’s favorite pastime. Nonetheless, all present found Mitch’s and my enthusiasm amusing, and they didn’t hesitate to remind us of that fact as frequently as they possibly could.

“Watch out Willy, or we’d think your date is a female Mitch. No offense, Y/N,” Connor joked after I lamented a particularly bad call. I was getting used to the teasing tone that came with hanging out with the guys, and being compared to Mitch ceased to bother me. 

“Well, at least she’s better looking than Mitch. The enthusiasm on her is endearing,” William said, stealing a bite of my food and then immediately trying to locate a beverage. “How the hell can you eat that?”

“Why do you guys always pick on me?” Mitch lamented from next to Steph, who was giggling uncontrollably.

“You’re an easy target, man. You’d think you would be used to it by now, Marns,” Auston explained as he walked back to his seat from the other side of the box, pushing the back of Mitch’s head almost into the chili dog Mitch was holding. “For real though, Y/N, you could give little Mitchy a run for his money.” Auston also stole a chip from my pile of nachos, picking up a few extra jalapeños for good measure. After shoving it in his mouth, he sent a triumphant look William’s way before saying, “Damn, that’s good.”

“Matts, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me little anymore? It’s really insulting, dude,” Mitch pouted as Steph laughed harder. He shot her a scowl and she made an exaggerated face of sympathy.

“Tiny violins are playing for you, Mitchell,” I teased before gluing my eyes back on the field.

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The Marks of Running Ink pt.16

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x ofc (Tory Miller)

Word count: 2,910

Summary: In a normal world, having a soulmate is usually considered a blessing, in a normal world, when their words appear on you finding them is not something impossible. But Tory Miller doesn’t live in a normal world. No. Her world is the stuff of nightmares, the dead walk, the living kill each other and soulmates are not important. Nothing is more important than surviving.

Warnings:  angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, romance, general trauma, drama, cheating, general lack or morals, SLOW BURN.Mentions of walkers. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: Did I ever mention how @jeffreydeanneganstrash has made this story possible? She’s put up with every bit of suffering I’ve thrown at her, like this, I don’t know where I would be without her.  I promised you a kiss under the trees @neganslittlebird, I know this is not it, but I hope you like it as it is, because this one is for you, thank you for the Spanish moss, I still have plans for that. If you want to be tagged, drop me a line. Oh boy, am I nervous about this one.

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Negan sat by Lucille’s side of the bed, he watched her open her eyes, those same dark eyes that saw right through him.

“I ended it with, Sue.” He saw the hurt in his wife’s expression, and knew she could have lived without the knowledge of his ex-lover’s name.

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