there is a play tonight before the king

I’ve been going through @wantniallie’s excellent masterlist of Niall’s solo accomplishments to watch/listen back to all of the interviews and performances, and these are the things which make me super-excited to hear what Niall will come out with next:

* As of 17 September, he only had an ‘early doors’ version of This Town (and being a perfectionist, he didn’t want to play it for Louis at his party, because it wasn’t ready yet), so in less than two weeks he managed to produce the final version of the song, record the 1 Mic, 1 Take video, and come up with a launch plan with Capitol - while also prepping for the Ryder Cup. 

* He was originally going to give it away for free on Soundcloud. And then when he decided to release it as a single, he released in on a Thursday, not on a Friday as most artists do when they are angling for the highest first week chart position. It wasn’t designed to be a lead single, it was his way of letting the world know that he had signed to Capitol and can write and sing and play guitar, with This Town being a taste of what he can offer as a solo artist.

* But the success of This Town, its longevity on the charts and radio playlists, still selling well, going platinum in multiple markets and getting played more than six months after release (its ‘long tail’ as the marketing guy from Capitol put it in that Billboard podcast), suggest that when he releases a lead single designed to chart, it can do really well.

* This Town was all about Niall being able to perform by himself, just one guy and his guitar, simple and humble but confident in his abilities. Very few artists could get up in front of an arena of 20,000 people or a TV audience of millions all by themself - no backing band, no backing track, no backing vocals - and impress people with just their voice and a guitar. He did that and more.

* But adding additional instrumentation and playing with a band for his AMAs and Tonight Show performances took it to a whole new level, and I’m really looking forward to see more of that style of production on his album - especially given that Jacquire King is producing the album, and I loved the Kings of Leon records he produced.

I’m pretty sure at some point before May 13 Niall will release a new song, and I can’t wait to hear it, but also to see how he approaches a release the second time around - especially coming soon after the hype/buzz surrounding Harry’s song.

Hold It

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Synopsis: Quietly sneezing is definitely something Kim Taehyung has never mastered before…

Parent!Taehyung AU

Word Count: 720

Author’s note: So after making Wrong Milk, I really wanted to make another fatherhood au for another member. Then I watched a video of Tae sneezing and this happened. -Admin kai

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anonymous asked:

jack with a crush on librarian david au

I’m trying to put this as my first work ever on ao3 but it won’t let me login I’m not sure why. 

Thanks for the super cute prompt, tho! The rest are to come I’m writing these in between cleaning. 


Jack thinks he’s smooth. David accidentally flirts. The boys are dumb. 

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The Game Plan

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (female specificed - IM SORRY I FORGOT TO MAKE IT GENDER NEUTRAL)

Genre: flufffff

Prompt: “You’ve betrayed me”

A/N: Helloooooo everyone! I’m back at it again with another scenario!! Sorry if they don’t seem like they’re realistic enough – I’m still new to this haha. BTW this lowkey sucks but maybe you’ll enjoy it?? At least, I hope you do!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST, ASK ME. I desperately need things to write about, so if you like my writing style, please leave me a request. I’ll write basically anything other than smut bc I honestly have no idea how to write that lol


      Your phone screen lit up, and his name appeared in bold letters right above the new text message he’d sent you. You discretely looked around the lecture hall and then hid your phone under the table to reply, stealing glances around the room, trying not to get caught with your phone out during class.

     “Yo, you still coming over tonight for game night with the boys?”

      You smiled, having almost forgotten that today was Friday, the one day where you could get together with your boyfriend and some of your friends to kick back and relax. After such a taxing and stressful week at college, you were definitely excited to go someplace other than your dorm room and do something other than homework. Sure, essays were tremendously fun and exhilarating, but hanging out with some of the people you cared about most had to be even better.

      “Yep, I’ll be there with pizza at 7. See you then, Kookie! Love ya J “, you replied, grinning widely to yourself. You almost didn’t notice the dead silence in the classroom until you suddenly felt very hot. Looking up, you felt everyone’s gaze on you, and you made direct eye contact with your professor, realizing you’d been caught red handed.

      “Ms. Y/L/N, care to rejoin the conversation?” your professor asked sarcastically, gaining a few chuckles from your classmates and causing your cheeks to blossom into a light shade of pink as she then continued on with her lecture. Sliding your phone into your bag, you tried to refocus your attention on the symbolism behind whatever object your professor was ranting on about, but your excitement caused your thoughts to shift to your plans for that night.


      You juggled the pizza boxes in your hand as you reached for the doorbell, struggling to press the button. Before you could, though, the door swung open and the pizza was swiftly taken from your arms as you were ushered inside. Jin had grabbed the boxes and set them down at the kitchen counter, opening one, taking a slice, and putting it on a paper plate. The boys greeted you enthusiastically, and you smiled at their child-like mannerisms.

     “Y/N!! You brought food!!” Tae exclaimed as he engulfed you in a quick hug before heading straight for the kitchen.

     “I’m happy you could make it!! Let’s play Mario Kart!” Hoseok said, greeting you quickly before disappearing to finish setting the game up.

     “Hey, I just got here! Slow down, save some for me Tae, and I swear, if I lose one more video game to you guys, I’m leaving,” you said, chuckling. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin were grabbing snacks before trekking back to the living room to set up camp in front of the TV. Jin was getting drinks from the refrigerator, and Tae was stacking yet ANOTHER piece of pizza onto his plate. Surprisingly, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend yet. Usually, he was the first one to greet you when you walked in the door. Before you could go look for him, though, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and he plled you close to him, lightly breathing into your ear, and sending shivers down your spine.

    “You ready to lose at Mario Kart? This champion can’t be stopped,” Jungkook teased, nudging your head with his own, obviously waiting for a heated reaction.

    “We’ll see. The king just may be dethroned tonight,” You replied, slipping from his grasp and looking back at him with a wicked smile on your face.

     He has no idea what’s coming! You thought to yourself, pleased. You, Jimin, and Hoseok had planned for tonight, and you guys were determined to wipe the smug look off of Jungkook’s face after he beat you all in every round played.

      You glanced over at Jimin, who subtly nodded and handed you a remote, before quickly grabbing Jungkook’s favored one and replacing the batteries. The plan was simple, really – remove the full batteries from the remote and replace them with halfway charged ones, so that the remote would die and FINALLY, someone else besides Jungkook would have the honor of being the victor.

      After grabbing a slice of pizza, you all kicked back on the couch, and the games began. Hoseok signaled at you to overtake him and Jimin on the track, and it wasn’t difficult since they were practically giving you second place. It was about then that Jungkook’s remote started to lose steam, so to speak, and he threw worried glances at the track on the screen upon realizing that you were gaining on him. You sat forward in your seat, licking your lips, anticipation building as you and Jungkook reached the final lap of the final race, neck and neck, heading for what could be a photo-finish.

      It was then that his remote battery died.

      He let out a wail as his remote disconnected, and you zoomed past him to finish in first, elevating your overall rank to second, and dropping him to third. You had finally beat the master competitor, the king among racers, Jeon Jungkook.

      Hoseok and Jimin jumped up, grabbed your hands, and celebrated as Jungkook looked on, suspicious and slightly irritated. Your celebrations slowly died out as you all avoided eye contact, his glare freezing you to your places.

      “What did you do?” He asked coldly, holding up his remote and gesturing at it. Jin and Namjoon excused themselves to the kitchen, knowing how seriously their maknae took competitions, and wanting to avoid any possible fallout over this sudden loss.

      “Well…” Jimin said, eyes darting between you and Hoseok, desperately thinking of a way around it. He knew that Jungkook wouldn’t be satisfied until he had beaten you guys at at least ten more games, and none of you could think of a way out of that situation. If it were up to Jungkook, you’d be up all night continuously losing just so he could prove who the real champion is.

     “C’mon, Kookie! It’s just one loss. You beat everyone else every other time!” You said cheerfully as you poked him in the arm playfully. His gaze turned to you, hurt.

    “My own girlfriend’s in on this? You’ve betrayed me, Y/N!” He said as he grabbed at his chest, his hand resting over his heart, and you rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

     “Jungkook, we know you’re the champion. You’re the best Mario Kart player, like ever. We just wanted to teach you a lesson, because you were getting too cocky,” You said, pinching his cheek as he swatted you away, slowly losing his grip on his act. He couldn’t help but grin at how cute you looked as you cooed over him, babying him to try and ease the effect of his loss on his ego.

     “That’s it! No more kisses for you until I win a game,” Jungkook threatened. He watched as your eyes widened with shock. You quickly turned to Hoseok and Jimin with an outstretched palm, wiggling your fingers expectantly. Jimin grumbled but begrudgingly obliged to your silent request and grabbed the remote you had used, took out the batteries, and placed them in the palm of your hand. You swiftly turned back to Jungkook who was biting his lip in an attempt to suppress his laughter at your sudden urgency as you pressed the batteries into his hand with two words.

      “Win. Now.”

       He grinned at you, then fixed Jimin and Hoseok with a challenge in his eyes. “You heard her. Sorry, hyungs, but I have to cream you now.”

     “You’re on,” Jimin and Hoseok replied in unison, determination in their eyes, and you all gathered around the TV again, rejoined by Jin and Namjoon, in order to begin a new round.

     You made sure to sit next to Jungkook this time, and stared at him expectantly after he won first place, waiting for your rightfully deserved kiss. He leaned in close and gave you a light peck, earning a groan from his friends, and a small smile from you.

     The rest of the night was spent laughing, throwing food, playing games, and enjoying your youth with no worry of the future. And as you listened to your friends’ laughter and gazed at your boyfriend’s bright and smiling face, you realized that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

At Your Service ~Two~

Part One

You watched Netti as she pulled down the last corner of the blanket across the mattress, proudly turning to you with a flourish. She tilted her head with a smug smirk and neared you with an air of expertise. You withheld an irritated growl and returned a sickly smile and waited for her to speak. You were far more impatient to reach the royal chambers and rectify the situation.

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The hunt has made Cas nervous and he’s hovering. Dean sighs, pretending that he’s irritated with the angel’s constant scrutiny, watching his every move to make sure he’s safe, but the truth is he’s grateful for it. He played this whole thing off on the phone with Sam, not wanting his brother to worry while he’s waist deep in research at the bunker, but tonight had been a close call, and he’s feeling it.

In fact, Dean is so shaken and tired that he lets Cas check into the motel for him while he just leans against the door of the small motel lobby.

“A king bed? Or two queens?”

“One king will be sufficient,” Cas says. The woman who takes the fraudulent credit card smiles slightly, knowingly, at the two men before turning to her computer.

Dean rolls his eyes, knowing Cas has no idea what he just implied and not particularly caring at this point. He just wants to sleep.

Once in the room, Cas is still hovering. “I can help with the pain, Dean.”

Dean smacks away the hand reaching for his forehead, but quickly smiles to soften that blow. “I’m good, Cas. I just need some sleep.”

Cas nods. “Of course, Dean. I’ll watch over you.”

There was a time when that would have made Dean uncomfortable, would have made Dean snap something back in irritation and frustration. But tonight, it only feels nice. Safe. So nice and safe that Dean just nods and sinks down to the mattress. He doesn’t see Cas smile at this unexpected response.

“Okay, Cas,” he says with his eyes closed. “You can stay and watch over me.”

A few minutes pass by, Dean lying in the bed, Cas standing in the middle of the room, no physical need to sleep or eat or even sit. Dean is halfway to dreaming, brain fuzzy and in that dangerous place where it says the things he normally wouldn’t let it. “You don’t have to just stand there.” Dean knows without looking that Cas is standing, now probably looking at him with that funny little squint of his too blue eyes.

“I’m confused. Do you not want me to watch over you? I sensed your tension earlier, and thought it might comfort you to know I was here in case something happened…”

Dean takes a deep, shuddery breath. “Maybe-” and yep, his sleepy brain is going to say this out loud, “Maybe you could watch over me from the bed.”

For a long moment, nothing happens, and Dean almost wakes up fully in his fear that he’s gone too far. But then the bed dips with Cas’ weight. And he doesn’t just sit on the bed. He stretches out, reaches for Dean and slides him until they are tangled together, Dean’s head on Cas’ shoulder, his nose tucked up under Cas’ jaw, his arm across Cas chest with his hand dipping underneath the trench coat, eyes still closed.

Cas is warm and solid and smells so good, and Dean blames his body’s refusal to move away on the hunt and his vulnerable state afterward (not that he is ever vulnerable).

“Is this close enough, Dean?” Cas asks, worried that he’s not doing whatever it is that Dean needs.

Dean breathes in the skin of Cas’ neck. “Yeah, Cas. That’s close enough.”

Dean’s sleepy brain knows he wouldn’t mind if Cas found a way to get closer.

it’s not love, we’re just drunk

reggieronnie | nsfw-ish | 318 words

he says, ooh baby girl don’t get cut on my edges
i’m the king of everything and now my tongue is a weapon
there’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs
and if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight

what happened before all this was mostly a blur of lights and shot glasses and one too many stumbling into each other to pass as mere accidents.

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anonymous asked:

Prompto and his SO cuddling and playing video games?

( *covers face* This was soooo cute to write for you, my anonnie! :D I hope you love the fluff!)

“I challenge you…Prompto Argentum… to a duel!” You pointed out your finger towards the blonde haired man, hand on your hip. You trying to look totally badass. Prompto, who had been fixing his camera from an earlier excursion with the chocobros, looked at you straight face for a minute. “What?”

And then there came the challenger. “You, Y/N! I accept this duel. King’s Knight arena, let’s go!” Her almost through his camera in the air until the strap when taut. “Oh shi–” He bounced it in his hand before put it to the side table. You laughed as he tried to not hurt his baby. Prompto whipped out his phone, showing you that he was indeed ready to play you. “Oh, you know it’s on, babe.”

You flicked your own phone out before both of you ran to the couch and took your places on opposite sides. As was tradition between you two, your feet would be the only thing that tenderly entangled with the other during your intense PVP matches. This was one of the few times anyone could see him get so competitive over something. But any version of King’s Knight was his jam, and he was going to kick some major chocobo ass while doing it. (Though he let you win oooooooonce and a while.)

In your readied positions, you held down your hand. “Invite ready.”

“Invite received.” He pepped up before a large tooth grin covered his face. “Ready for the bro that looks like a chocobo.”

….Dead silence. “Prompto…no.” Hand coming up to your face, you just shook your head into the palm.

“What I thought it was clever!” Feigning a hurt response, he accepted the battle when you were half paying attention until a timer went off about the match starting.

You went into a panic mode as your fingers fumbled over the buttons, the screen feeling like it was not listening to you as Prompto’s character was fully hauling butt to yours on the screen. Faced with the determination of making a comeback after this sorry start, you pressed down on the block button just in case. “I’m gonna get you! Just you wait you little cheat!”

“Ahaha, eat my behind.” But whatever button combination you pushed down on the screen didn’t just block. His character was about to deliver a mighty blow before you counterattacked, dealing swift and massive damage. Prompto jumped up in his seat before gasping that you just did what you did. His hands just made huge gestures. “Son of a bitch.” He swore, which was great, since he rarely ever did. “You counterattacked!” Furrowing his eyes, Argentum clicked on some buttons before sending your character towards the wall as you had to kite him around.

You wiggled your feet against his, trying to tickle him. “No fair, you use range all the time.” Your character tried to use some kind of magic to get back at him before the Thunder spell hit but kindda just fizzed. The horrified look in your face, you just started pressing buttons again. But Prompto ended up coming along with a spear out of nowhere.

“What in a chocobo balls!” You shouted in the room.

And head shot. Critical hit. Dead. The fight was over as quickly as it had begun. He was your boyfriend and… he just was ruthless. Right now, you were ready to shove him up a behemoth’s butt right now. How rude.

Squinting at him, you retracted your legs before you tried to tackle him on the couch. He started laughing when you play hit him, pouting and remarking how much of a jerk he was. Prompto snuggled against you when you were ‘losing’ strength against him. “We all know who won. And it was me, better luck next time…King ain’t crowning you tonight.” You tickled him in the stomach looking up at him.

“Watch it you…” You remarked.You scooted up the couch onto the side of him, and got a little grumpy. But he was finding it absolutely adorable.

Holding the phone out in front of him, Prompto took a quick shot of the two of you. Kissing the top of your head, he clicked and swiped through a few screens.

“How about this time we play through co-op? Mean we can stay like this all night if you want to.” You smiled up towards him when he suggested the idea before you moved between his arm and laid against the side of his body.

That sounded absolutely perfect.

some aboriginal nhl’er info

tonight is Native American Heritage Night at Staples Center, so in honor of that i just sorta threw this post together right before i had to leave for that game. this is mostly stuff i knew off the top of my head tho so if any of y’all know anything else, please feel free to add it!
edit: check out the second post i made on this subject!

  • there are currently 10 native american players in the nhl; 6 play in the western conference, only 4 play in the east
  • the players include Jordan Nolan and Dwight King (LAK), Kyle Chipchura (ARI), Rene Bourque (COL), Micheal Ferland (CGY), Jordin Tootoo (CHI), Vernon Fiddler (NJD), Carey Price (MTL), T.J. Oshie (WSH), and Cody McCormick (BUF)
  • most of the players are either Metis or Ojibwe:
    Bourque, Chipchura, Fiddler, & King: Metis
    Ferland: Cree
    McCormick: Oneida & Chippewa/Ojibwe
    Nolan: Ojibwe & Maliseet
    Oshie: Anishinaabe/Ojibwe
    Price: Ulkatcho First Nation
    Tootoo: Inuk
  • Oshie is the only American-born native out of the 10. all the rest are Canadian natives
  • Price and Oshie are the only 2 to play for their respective countries at the Olympics, while Chipchura, Tootoo, and Bourque have played internationally in other competitions
  • Tootoo having to play with the Blackhawks is cruel and unusual punishment of the worst sort
  • Fiddler shares a birthday with me (and Steve Yzerman)
  • Oshie’s name in the Ojibwe language is “Keeway Gaaboo,” which means “coming home”
  • Tootoo’s name in Inuktitut is written as ᔪᐊᑕᓐ ᑐᑐ and his middle name, Kudluk, means “thunder”
  • Ferland, Price, King, and Nolan are the only players who haven’t played for multiple NHL teams
  • Nolan and King are the only two Stanley Cup champions out of the 10 while Fiddler and Chipchura were Calder Cup champions (in 2004 and 2007 respectively)
  • Jordan Nolan after both Stanley Cup victories:


also, to any other native nhl/hockey fans out there: reblog this and tag what
tribe(s) you are; i wanna see how many of us there are and how many different cultures we represent!

Can you do a smut where cam catches y/n touching herself and she gets punished?? Thanks! Love your blog btw

Cameron Dallas. Cameron mother fucking Dallas. Just his name was a turn on. And fortunately, you could say he was your boyfriend. You both had been together for almost a year now and you could admit he had made it the best 10 and a half months. But there were also days that you didn’t get to see cameron. Whether it was because he simply wanted to spend time with his friends, or he wasn’t in town. Which those times would last weeks. Today cameron was suppose to come home, but not until around midnight, which wasn’t in another two hours. You on the other hand were wide awake and soaked at your core, knowing his big firm hands would be roaming your body tonight. But for some strange reason you just really couldn’t wait. You had knowingly teased yourself throughout the day by watching all of Cameron’s YouTube videos, to vines, vine edits, and even occasionally watching YouTube videos made of dirty imagines. Now, it being Eleven, an hour before midnight, you couldn’t handle it anymore. After watching many edited videos of Cameron, you couldn’t help but touch yourself. You were laid flat against yours and Cameron’s king sized bed, your fingers rubbing gentle circles against your clit as soft sexual music played in the background. You let out a moan as you closed your eyes, imagining Cameron’s hands. You had gotten so into it you hadn’t even realized the music paused, your moans filling up the room. “Y/n” you heard from the door way. You quickly shut your legs together, removing your hand as you looked at the door in shock. “Cameron!” You said with shock as you sat up quickly. “Y-you weren’t suppose to be here for another hour” you stuttered as you looked down at your bare thighs with embarrassment. “No, I wanted to surprise you because I missed you. But its clear to see you’ve missed me more” he said with a sly grin. You watched silently as Cameron walked over to you, lust filled in his eyes. “But, I’m sure I’ve told you plenty of time to not touch yourself when I’m away. ” he said, his face only inches away from yours. “You know what happens when girls go bad right?” He said, towering over you know as you held yourself up with your elbows. You blinked quickly, swallowing the moan that’s forming in the back f your throat as his lips were only inches away from yours. “They get punished” he said as his hand slid up your bare thigh. “I’m sorry” you mumbled, not knowing what else to say. “You’re going to be sorry when I’m threw with you” he said before pushing your shoulders down, your back laying flat against the edge of the bed. You watched intensely as he slid his heavy coat down his shoulders before getting down on his knees, sliding your panties down your legs. You jumped slightly as his cold hand slid itself up your slit with ease. “So fucking wet” he exclaimed before placing open mouthed kissed along your thighs. “I’ve missed you so much” he whispered, his hot breath blowing against your heated area, making you buck your hips up in need of attention. “Please Cameron” you groaned out, lifting your hips up toward his face. “No” he said shaking his head. “Haven’t you played with yourself enough to night? ” he said standing up. “I think its my turn to decide how tonight goes” he said before taking his sweatshirt off, unbuckling his belt. Your breathing quickened as you noticed his prominent bulge in his boxers as his pants slid down his legs. In a matter of seconds, Cameron was naked, his hard on sticking out at you. “Suck” he commanded. Your eyes widened slightly not really use to such forcefulness but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it. You sat up, placing him firmly in your hands before lowering your head down his shaft. You immediately started to Bob your head, hallowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue against him. You continued these motions as Cameron spoke dirty things to you while tugging at your hair. “Fuck baby I’m close” he moaned out, bucking his hips towards your face making you gag around him. Suddenly, Cameron pulled away from you, pushing your shoulders down. “I want to be inside of you when I cum.” He said before forcefully spreading your legs open, sliding himself into you. Without giving you anytime to adjust, he quickly started moving at a quick pace. “Dammit Cam!” You yelled out, flopping your head down on the bed as Cameron stood at the end of it, gripping tightly onto your hips. “Faster baby” you moaned out, looking Cameron straight in the eyes. Cameron did just that, making you grip tightly onto the sheets. Just as you felt Cameron twitch inside of you, you clenched around him, arching your back as you hit your orgasm. “Oh fuck” Cameron said under his breath as he watched you come undone. Eventually, his thrusts slowed down until they came to a full stop and he pulled out, laying down next to you. “Sorry about.. Earlier” you mumbled, embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it” he said while chuckling. “I honestly enjoyed the sight. I love you beautiful, ” he said before playing a sloppy kiss against your lips. You giggled before snuggling into his side. “I love you too”
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Pairing: Dan Howell and Phil Lester
Word Count: 2,400+
Summary: In which Dan (a rugby star) and Phil (a basketball star) are best friends in love. When Phil gets injured during a game, their entire relationship is questioned


It was no surprise that Dan and Phil ruled their Manchester High School. The two most popular pair of best friends. Dan on the rugby team, Phil playing basketball. Dan wildly charismatic with a smile to light up nations, Phil with his stellar grades and nerdy, yet charming, personality. The two were kings and the school was their oyster.

“Hey,” Phil said. “I have a game tomorrow night, you better make it, asshole.” Dan looked up from Trisha, his girlfriend, who was sitting on his lap, seemingly eating his face for lunch. He gave Phil an easy grin.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied. Phil chuckled, threading his fingers through Dan’s hair before getting up.

“Gotta go, extra practice. Bye Dan, bye, Trisha. See ya tonight Dan.” Dan nodded, then (after making sure Trisha wasn’t looking) he winked at Phil.


Love, passion, and lust. Every emotion Phil felt for Dan was pouring out of his body like sticky golden syrup.

Shirtless, laying on Dan’s bed, their long legs tangled together, Phil felt content. Happy, even. He listened to Dan’s steady heartbeat as he laid his head against Dan’s warm chest, the rise and fall of his even breathing. Dan, eyes closed but still awake, pushed Phil’s fringe out of his forehead.

“I love your company,” Dan whispered, his voice husky. “You’re gonna give ‘em hell tomorrow, at the game, okay?”

“Mmm,” Phil said, face still burrowed into Dan’s bare chest. “Okay.”

“You cold?” Dan asked, his hands still carding through Phil’s black hair. Phil gave a nod and Dan chuckled, throwing his black duvet over the two of them. Only Phil knew Dan’s secret. His parents left him alone, months at a time. No hint as to when they were leaving or when they’d return. It killed Dan on the inside and only confided in his best friend. He knew Dan got lonely every so often, so Phil came to keep him company. Not only for pleasure but because Phil was hiding a secret, too.

He was in love with his best friend.

Dan and Phil had agreed to keep their little flings completely platonic. No outside feelings, sex only. Sleeping together for the night, for convenience (and, Phil knew Dan would never admit it, but for the company).

Phil tried, so hard and so long, he tried to fight his feelings. But they pulled him in, forcing him to accept it. He wasn’t bi like he told Dan, he was gay. And he loved Dan, with all his heart, he loved Dan Howell. He wanted Dan to be happy, he wanted to see Dan smile. He yearned to hear his soft laugh and craved Dan’s warm lips to be pressed against his own.

“Goodnight,” Dan whispered, pressing a long kiss to Phil’s forehead.


“LET’S GO PHIL!” Dan cheered, one hand cupping his mouth, the other balled into a fist and pumped in the air. He knew Phil could hear his cheers above everyone else, so he screamed encouragement as Phil ran around the court.

He’s a star, Dan thinks (proudly, though he was scared to admit it), he’s gonna get scouted for sure.

Phil looked up at Dan, ball in his sweaty hands. Dan gave him a huge smile and whooped as loud as he could.

Then, Dan’s excited face quickly morphed into one of horror as he watched the scene playing out. Phil put his left foot out to shoot the ball when he slipped on something that had spilled from the edge of the court. His knee twisted as he fell to the ground.

Dan’s heart stopped beating at that moment. He didn’t care, an impulse washed over his body, grabbing him. He jumped off of the stands, legs pumping. He didn’t care who was watching, what anyone was thinking. Phil was hurt. He wasn’t getting up. Dan had to do something.

“PHIL!” Dan screamed, dropping down beside him. Phil was wincing, his face even paler than normal, his breathing ragged and strained. Eyes squeezed shut. He grabbed Dan’s arm, fingers pinching into Dan’s skin as the pain shot through his leg. That simple motion sliced through Dan’s heart. He didn’t know what the feeling was called; because in that moment he wished he was there, throwing away his rugby career, taking all of Phil’s pain. Because it hurt so bad to see Phil, hurting.

“Dan,” Phil managed to squeak. The coach with the medic ran to Phil’s side.

There was a terrible moment of silence before the medic said, “That’s definitely broken, we got to get him to the hospital.”

Phil was silent, deathly silent. Dan was trembling, putting a hand on Phil’s shoulder.

“Is he going to be okay?” Dan asked, raising his hand to touch Phil’s cheek. It was damp with cold sweat.

“I don’t know,” The medic said. “I’ll call an ambulance.”

Phil was clinging to Dan like a lifeline, tears soaking through Dan’s red shirt as he sobbed. “It fucking hurts,” Phil cried. Dan looked around, people were staring and he began to panic as he petted Phil’s hair.

“I know, love, I know,” he said over Phil’s choked up sobs.

“Who’s coming in the ambulance with him?” The coach demanded after 5 excruciating minutes of Phil’s distressed cries that would stay with Dan forever.

“I am,” Dan said, looking up at Trisha (who was staring disapprovingly at him). The coach gave a stern nod before the stretcher wheeled Phil away. Phil whined, not pacified until Dan’s hand was in his own again.

“Stay with me,” Phil begged. “Please.”

“I will,” Dan promised, putting his other hand on top of their intertwined fingers. He was nervously gnawing on his lower lip as the ambulance sped away. “I promise, I will.”


Numbness. A stinging, burning, dulling nothingness. That’s what was piercing Phil’s thoughts right now as he stared at his bulky cast. It was barely a cast, it was a thick, tight brace wrapped around his swelling knee with.

It was all over.

His impending basketball scholarship–his dream, it was so quickly torn from him. He didn’t cry, he didn’t feel angry. He only felt a resounding nothing as his defeated blue eyes stared daggers into the cast.

He didn’t look up until he heard loud footsteps bursting through the door. He looked up to see Dan. He wasn’t out of breath, being the school’s star quarterback, but his face looked more worried and scared. Fear evident in his tender eyes.

“Phil,” Dan managed to gasp out, skidding to a stop by Phil’s bed. “Oh thank god, you’re okay. They wouldn’t let me in the room for an hour, I was fucking scared to death. I–”

“I can’t play basketball again,” Phil said, cutting dan off. He looked up, locking eyes with Dan. “The doctor came in a few minutes ago, I tore my ligament and broke my kneecap in three places. He told me I won’t be able to play anymore. It’s over for me.”

“No,” Dan said, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, no, no, no.” He repeated it over and over like a mantra, like if he said it enough, Phil would be okay.

“Yeah,” Phil replied, simply.

“No,” Dan said, pacing back and forth. “You’re gonna get better, okay? You’re gonna be okay and then you’re gonna become a basketball player and I’m gonna be a rugby player and…and it’s gonna all work out.” Panic rising in Dan’s voice and body as he leaned closer to Phil, tears glazing his eyes. “Please, oh my god, please you’re gonna be okay.”

Phil’s mouth opened a little bit, his eyes wide. “I–I…” Dan suddenly collapsed against Phil’s chest, sobs wracking his entire frame. It wasn’t long before tears began to slip down Phil’s cheeks.


Screw it, was Phil’s thinking. You’ve lost your career, what else was there to lose. It couldn’t be worse. He took a shaky breath, Dan still lying on his chest, nearly asleep.

“Dan?” Phil whispered. Confused, Dan’s face rose from the comfort of Phil’s body. He rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“I…When I was in the ambulance, pain nearly killing me, all I thought about was how you needed to be with me. That’s what I think about every day…you. I’m in love with you, Dan Howell.”

Dan’s eyes widened, his lips pursing. “Phil, please, let’s be rational about thi–”

“NO!” Phil said, his shout shocking both Dan and himself. He never screamed at Dan. “…No. Listen to me. It’s not confusion because I’m in love with you. All I want is to be with you, you make me so happy, Dan.”

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Dan muttered, eyes darting back and forth frantically. “I knew sleeping with you would end up badly. Oh god, Phil. I am your best friend. A best friend…a best friendship isn’t something you can tamper with.”

“I know you’re in love with me too,” Phil whisper-shouted. “The way you cried when you found out I can’t play basketball again. The way you raced to me when I fell. The was…the way you look at me all the damn time!” Phil burst into tears. “Admit it, Dan, you love me.”

“NO!” Dan said, jumping up. He grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as Phil watched him, unable to do anything. His eyes were made into ones of sadness and anger and confusion as more and more tears came from them. “NO PHIL, YOU’RE WRONG. I DON’T LOVE YOU!”

Phil refused to believe it. He was shaking with anger at this point. Unable to take control of his actions or words, he spat out “You’re just scared, you know that? Because your parents never loved you, you’re just too freaking scared to love.”

Dan stopped, his backpack falling to the ground. His back towards Phil. Phil gasped, slapping a hand over his trembling lips. Had he really said that?

Without turning, Dan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re right. I was wrong. Wrong to ever have trusted you, Phil Lester. FUCK YOU!”

Phil watched as his best friend and crush ran out of the doors, light sobs could be heard all the way down the hall.

Phil was wrong too; it could be worse.


Dan watched as Phil struggled to pull books out of his locker, his crutches becoming yet another obstacle to Phil’s new life. It had been three weeks since their argument and all Dan wanted to do was run into Phil’s arms. Be held by him, feeling Phil’s strong fingers being combed through his hair. To apologize and kiss him. He knew Phil, and he knew Phil never meant a word of what he said about Dan’s parents. And he knew Phil knew that Dan didn’t mean what he said.

It was a mess, that neither of the boys knew how to clean it up. Or, for that matter, how to even start repairing their shattered relationship.

Dan would see Phil, stumble around. His head down, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. Dan would see Phil hobbling past the Math Room to the nurses’ to get pain medication. Or see him drop his lunch or books trying to make his way through the crowds.

All he wanted to do was rush up to Phil. But, Phil was right, he was scared. Scared that Phil would reject him or that people wouldn’t accept them. He was scared of the monster the two of them had made.

Dan dragged one hand across the fence of the yard as he walked towards the bleachers. His eyes were downcast, but he heard the sound of a lone basketball pounding against the ground, which made him look up.

He saw Phil, balancing on his crutches, trying to toss the ball into the basket.

It didn’t even get close to the net.

Dan watched as Phil’s eyes fell to where the ball laid. A defeated look was written across Phil’s beautifully drawn features. Phil hobbled towards in, kicking it away with his left crutch before letting out a single, heartbreaking sob.

Dan gulped down his own tears.

For so many years, Dan had relied on Phil to be happy. Happy for Dan. Seeing Phil, so…beaten down. It killed Dan. It simply killed him. He knew what he had to do. He had known it since the beginning, but now it was crystal clear what he had to do.


Dan knew Phil’s house like the back of his hand. He knew the Lester’s left the back door open during the day so he slipped into the big house from that door.

He saw Phil, his laptop on his lap and his leg propped up on a pillow. His glasses were crooked on the bridge of his nose and a pencil was tucked behind his ear. Phil had always been a star student, making Dan simultaneous shocked and jealous. How could the captain of the basketball team maintain straight A’s while having a secret love life with Dan?

Dan had always just assumed it was because he was some sort of prodigy. Now he knew, it was because of how much Phil wanted a future. Phil loved basketball but he also loved English. His dream was to go to an amazing college on a basketball scholarship and get a degree in English. He worked so hard for it, constantly reading, constantly practicing shots. And to know that now he could never achieve what he spent years building for himself because some had spilled water on the court? It was like a knife in the gut for both Phil and his best friend.

Dan rapped his knuckles against the open door so Phil looked up.

“Dan?” Phil asked, taking his glasses off and shoving his laptop aside. He coughed, awkwardly. “Uh, come in, I guess.”

Dan nodded, solemnly. “How’s your leg feeling?”

“Awful. I have to take Aleve every five hours but it wears off after 4.”

“Shit, man,” Dan said, worriedly.

“Did you come here for a reason?” Phil asked, trying to sound polite but seeing Dan was killing him. Both boys could tell from the way his voice came out.

“Yeah,” Dan said. “I could make a long speech, apologizing and professing my undying love for you but I’ll spare you the crappy fairy tale.” He sat down next to Phil, quiet for a few moments.

“I guess I came to say you were right. I’ve never really known love, and I’ve got all these stupid insecurities about it. Will people accept a homosexual relationship? Do I love anyone? Can anyone love me? And these past three weeks without you, they’ve been hell and–”

“I thought you were gonna spare me the sappy speech,” Phil said. Dan gave him a confused look, was Phil upset. Phil leaned his upper body towards Dan, pressing their foreheads together.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I love you, Phil, I know this now.”

Phil didn’t reply, he only pressed their lips together, a sensation both of the boys had missed.

Modern Au Part 4

GATHER ROUND CHILDREN IT’S STORY TIME!!!! PART 4!!!!!!!

                                          Scavenger Hunts and Roses

                                   (Valentine’s Day, 5 years after Part 1) 

        I roll over in the bed, my hair a mess even though I’d tried to sleep with it in a braid. The sunlight from the window behind me is warm though, and it’s only then that I realize that I’m sweating. With a groan I roll onto my back and then glance at the foot of the bed where Cody usually sleeps. The pup had turned out to grow faster than either of us had anticipated and before a few months had passed, he was a massive, full grown German Shepard.

        He wasn’t at he usual place at the foot of the bed though, and with a frown I glanced at the spot that Cal usually occupied. His side of the bed was empty though too. With a huff I rolled over and hissed, “Jerk.”

        He knew that Cody’s morning walk was usually something we did together, and the dog wouldn’t leave the apartment unless I was walking right next to Cal. Maybe after four years, Cal had finally gotten him to leave. I stretched and sighed in content when my stiff shoulders popped. There was a huff in the hallway though, and then the scraping of claws on the wood. I blinked in confusion until a brown and black smear launched itself from the doorway onto the bed. I moaned in pain as Cody’s paws slammed into my stomach, and then with a cough, I ordered, “Cody! Down, no!”

        He panted happily though and then sat down on my stomach. I moaned again and then tried to push him off of me. He simply barked to get my attention though and then leaned down and licked my face. I tried to shove him away, laughing all the while. “Cody! Stop, enough, stop!”

        He stopped then, and sat back, his tail wagging wildly. I smiled up at him and then scratching him behind the ear, I asked in a cooing voice, “Did Cal take you for your walk? Did you have a good walk buddy?”

        He tilts his head to the side and I roll my eyes at him. Four years was a long time to date someone and have a dog with them. All through college I had thought it was a dumb idea, but I secretly enjoyed it. The morning walks had gotten me out of bed during my senior year so that I didn’t skip class, and coming home to a very happy dog every day was not the worst thing in the world. And it wasn’t so bad to come home to dinner already on the counter and a very happy boyfriend either.

        Speaking of the boyfriend, I glanced at the clock which read eleven in the morning, and then looked around the room for any sign that Cal was in the apartment. His shoes that he normally wore weren’t by the closet, but that didn’t mean they weren’t by the front door though.

        As I scratched Cody along his neck, I felt something flutter out of his collar. With a frown I picked it up and opened it. Cody climbed off of me then and sank into a ball at the foot of the bed. I sat up to read the little note and with a frown, I said, “What the hell does that even mean?”

        It had been a few short lines, but from the sounds of it, Cal had written it to be stupidly confusing.

        Morning love, seeing as you’re reading this, you’ll notice that I’m missing. Don’t panic, everything’s fine, I just have to do a little something before our dinner tonight. If you’re interested though, there’s a place I know, if you’re looking for a show.

        There was an address at the bottom of the note, and when I looked at my nightstand there was a small wad of cash for taxi money. Frowning, I flipped the little paper over and tried to see if there was more. There was nothing, all he had left me was a stupid riddle.

        With a snort, I folded the note and then pushed the blankets back. Cody lifted up his ears when he saw me move around the room. I glanced at him and then holding the note up for him to see I said, “He is by far the most dramatic person I have ever met.”

        Cody huffed and then wagged his tail happily. I rolled my eyes and then went to the closet to grab something to wear.

        (////)

        As soon as I stepped out of the cab, I froze. I was in front of the theater that he had taken me to for my birthday two years ago. It had been a total surprise gift, one that I had cherished with all my heart. He had taken me to see the only musical I would ever like, and afterward, we had walked a couple streets over to Times Square to get yogurt at eleven thirty at night. I’d fallen asleep on his shoulder during the cab ride back, after he’d carried me piggyback style three more blocks over to find a cab. It was on that night that I realized I was completely, madly, and absolutely in love with him. Two months later, I moved into his apartment. My mother had laughed and said that she’d never seen me more willing to do something. My brothers had shown up with me, and although Cal had paled considerably, the four of them had ended up sitting on the couch an hour later, drinking beer and watching football. Honestly, if there was anything men bonded over, it was football.  

        I glanced around wildly, trying to figure out why he had sent me here. Then, out of the crowd my sister came running, waving her hand to get my attention. I frowned then, and she smiled as she arrived in front of me, panting. She held out her finger for me to give her a minute, and then with a shit eating grin, she held out an envelope for me, while her other hand remained behind her back.

        With a frown, I opened the envelope and pulled out another note, this one also written in Cal’s gorgeous looping cursive.

        Sorry about the rough wake up love, but congratulations you’re out of bed before one on Valentine’s Day! I’m sorry if you were expecting something from me this morning, but I hope you’ll accept this as a token of apology.

        I glanced up then with a raised brow, and Gisa giggled as she pulled her other hand out from behind her back and offered me a bright red rose. I blinked in surprise and then took it from her. Attached to the stem was another little note. I tilted my head to the side and then read this one out loud, “Roses are red, violets are blue, I know you hate poetry, so here’s another option for you.”

        I rolled my eyes and then turned the card over to read the back. It was just another address though. Sighing, I looked at Gisa who rocked back and forth from her toes to her heels, smiling like an idiot. Holding out the envelope with his letter, I asked, “Are you in on this?”

        She nodded wildly and then said, “Come on, let’s grab another taxi, I want to see what the next thing is! He didn’t tell anyone what the next person was going to do, and I want to see it!”

        She herded me over to the curb and hailed another taxi, before shoving me inside and ducking in after me.

        (////)

        The taxi pulled up to the tiny coffee shop that he and I would sit at every Saturday while I was in college, and even though I tried to see him through the windows, I couldn’t find him. Gisa practically kicked me out of the cab, and then scrambled out after me, almost forgetting to pay the driver before she almost shoved me into the shop.

        It was empty, given it was twelve on Valentine’s Day. I frowned as I looked around, and then spotted Shade sitting at the typical table that Cal and I took. He raised a cup of coffee up to me in greeting, and I stormed over to him, shoving Gisa’s envelope in his face before hissing, “What the hell is going on? What is he trying-“

        Shade simply pushed my hand down and then held out another envelope, this one midnight blue with gold edges. I frowned in confusion before snatching it from him and opening it. Inside was another note, written on the same color paper with silver pen.

        I know it’s a little late in the day for coffee, but seeing as you probably haven’t eaten all day, here’s a little something to keep you from dying before dinner.

        Shade pushed a sandwich toward me, and I blinked in surprise when I noticed it was from my favorite place on the corner of the street. My brother winked at me, and I huffed before sitting down and digging into it. It was exactly the way I ordered it every time, and I frowned at that before looking at Shade and asking with my mouth full, “What the hell is he planning?”

        “Beats me, but he’s pulling out all the stops for it.” Shade said with a grin before tapping the wrapping that the sandwich had come in. I peered down at it then, and was greeted by another note. I groaned in annoyance and then said, “I told him I wanted today to be interesting, but I didn’t mean for him to make the whole thing into a damn scavenger hunt!”

        Written inside this time, was a set of coordinates, with a note saying: I know I didn’t spend an entire month helping you learn how to read maps for you to mess these up.

        I finished my sandwich and then fished out my phone to text him. I sent him three texts, one thanking him for the sandwich, the next demanding to know where he was, and the third telling him that this was not my idea of fun on Valentine’s Day.

        I waited for a solid ten minutes before I got a text from him. The same coordinates that were on the paper was all that he sent. I let out a groan of frustration again, and Shade snickered before crumpling up my paper and saying, “Better get going, supposedly we’re on a tight schedule.”

        I stood up and then pushing my chair in, I licked the extra mustard off my finger and said, “This better be worth it tonight. I’m not playing adventure time with him anymore if this is what I’m going to be doing all day.”

        Shade threw his head back and laughed, before waving to me as I left him and Gisa in the coffee shop.

        (///)

        It took me five minutes to translate the coordinates into a location, and then give that to a driver. He took me toward the waterfront, and then parked in front of one of the piers. I frowned as I got out and then paid him before watching him drive off. I stalked toward the pier then, and the figure that was waiting at the end. By now, it was two in the afternoon, and I was done playing games. I wanted him to take me back to the apartment so that we could watch crappy Hallmark movies on TV while I sat in my favorite sweats, that had been designated as mine from that New Year’s Eve almost five years ago, and snuggled up against him. Then I wanted to just order Thai food like we always did, and eat it on the couch while Cody tried to steal mine, and then I wanted Cal to take me into the bedroom and show me exactly how it was done on Valentine’s Day.

        He wasn’t at the end of the pier though, my brother Tramy was, holding another envelope and leaning against the railing with a shit eating grin also. I growled in fury and then said, “Where’s Cal?”

        He laughed and then pushed me out of his face by pressing his index finger against the tip of my nose. I swatted his hands away, and then shouted, “This isn’t funny anymore! I want to know where he is!”

        “Gosh Mare, where’s your sense of adventure?” He said with a smirk, and I almost slapped him. “I don’t want to have an adventure anymore! I want to know where he is!”

        “You know he told me to say that, and to also tell you to take a chill pill, because he figured you’d be ticked by now.”

        “Then he should know that when I text him, and ask him where the fuck he is, I mean that I want him to text me where he is, and not lead me to another stupid clue!”

        Tramy wagged his finger at me and then held out the envelope. “I’m the last envelope, before dinner, promise.”

        I snatch it from him, and then turn it over. It was midnight blue as well, this time with silver on the edges. I rip it open and then read it, only to let out a scream of fury and almost throw it off the pier. This was getting out of hand. It had been simple, and invitation actually reading:

        You have been cordially invited to the best dinner of your life. Meet me at Ricco’s at eight sharp. I promise there’s only one more letter when you get there love. I suggest wearing something nice though, because it is a bit of a formal event.

        Tramy smirked at me, and then leaning against the pier he said, “I’m supposed to drive you back to the apartment now.”

        I inhaled slowly, and tried to calm my temper. Cal had obviously spent a very long time planning this whole thing, and he had promised me that there was only one more letter to get. I exhaled slowly, releasing all my anger, and then turning to my brother I said, “Fine, take me back.”

        (////)

        When I got back to the apartment, I threw my jacket onto the bed, startling Cody who whined when he saw me. I glared at him and then said, “Oh no, if you have another clue for me, I’ll sit you out on the porch tonight!”

        He sank back into his bed by the window, and I stalked into the bathroom. I flicked on the light, and then paused in the doorway. Sitting on the bathroom counter was a bouquet of roses. I blinked in surprise and then walking toward then, I lifted them up, expecting another note, but there was nothing. A bit of my heart melted at seeing them, and I rolled my eyes with a smile as I sniffed then and said, “Dammit, you sap, you better be up to something good.”

        (///)

        At seven, someone buzzed for me downstairs. I frowned as I answered the call. My brother Bree simply said, “I’m here to pick you up.”

        I blinked in surprise and then told him I’d be right down. I grabbed my heels by the door and slipped into them. My dress had been carefully chosen to show off almost my entire back, with a flattering high neck, and a slit up the side that showed enough leg to make any man drool. I glanced at myself in the mirror one more time and then fixing a loose curl in place, I grumbled, “He couldn’t have at least let me take a cab, oh no, he had to get my entire family in on this just to spite me.”

        I came downstairs, and Bree gave me a little bow before opening the passenger door to our old car. I sank down into it, making sure sweep my dress in. He sprinted around to the other side and then sat down as well before reaching into the back and offering me a rose as well. This one was bright white. I took it from him with a curious smile, and then asked, “Did he get mom and dad in on this?”

        Bree laughed as he pulled out into traffic and shook his head. “Nah, dad just helped him come up with all the little places for you to visit, and Mom and Gisa helped with the end result.”

        I laughed softly, and then sniffed the rose. It was beautiful, and my heart squeezed as I said, “Do you know what’s coming?”

        Bree shook his head, this time a little bit of his own curiosity on his face. “Must be big though, he spent almost the entire month of December planning this thing. It was supposed to happen on New Year’s, but he said he chickened out cause you guys had a massive fight the week before.”

        I blinked in surprise, remembering that night. I had blown up on him after noticing that he was definitely hiding something from me. I had thought he was cheating, and after a screaming match, with him defending himself to the end, I’d stormed into the bedroom, packed one of my suitcases, and then grabbed Cody and stormed out of the house. I hadn’t gone anywhere though. I’d just sat on the curb outside of the apartment crying and trying not to make people think I was a complete psycho. After a few hours of sitting in the freezing cold, I wiped my cheeks and took Cody and my suitcase back upstairs. Cal had been in bed, with his back to the door. I’d dressed for bed silently and then crawled under the sheets and pressed up against him. He shrieked and then screamed that I was freezing. He’d rolled over then and pulled me into his arms. It had been our first massive fight in a long time, and honestly, it had been my insecurities that caused it. We had talked about it the next day though over coffee, like we always did, and we had ended up laughing about it, and about how I had essentially left all of my things in his drawers. He’d teased me that I had never thought of leaving him before, so I had no idea what to take or what to leave. He’d then teased me about the fact that I’d tried to take Cody. I’d replied that if our relationship failed, I would date Cody. We’d laughed about that for days, and he had pinned that comment up on the fridge, next to all of my other stupid quotes that I said. He’d started that a few months after we officially decided we were dating. It had my drunk quotes up there, my personal favorite being: If there’s water in the tub Cal, does that mean the tub is full of water, or the water is full of tub? And the things I said when I was pissed about something or another, his favorite being: If college is so important, why the hell do they charge me my arm, leg, and ass for it?

        I smiled to myself as I remembered all of them taped up there, and how I had tried to tape on of his up there, only for him to take it down and say that that was my glory wall, not his.

        Bree pulled up the Ricco’s, the restaurant that Cal I went to on very special occasions, like his birthday, mine, or when anything important happened in my family or with us. I blinked at the doors, and then slowly got out. It was an inbetweener restaurant. It was fancy, but you could also show up in jeans and t-shirt and it would be fine. I felt stupidly overdressed then, but Cal had said to dress like it was formal event. Swallowing, and clutching me rose to my chest, I walked inside. Isaiah, the host, smiled at me and then said, “Glad you made it on time.”

        I gave him a shaky smile and then asked, “Are you in on this too?”

        He grinned, and then sweeping his arm he bowed and said, “But of course, now, if you’ll follow me m’lady.”

        I rolled my eyes at the comment and followed him to the back of the restaurant. He led me into a small back room that was lit by candle light, and then smiling he pulled my chair back so I could sit. I sank down, looking around at the candles, and the décor. He grinned and then set the wine menu down before pulling another rose out and handing it to me. I shook my head with a laugh and accepted it. He winked and said, “He should be here shortly.”

        With that, he slipped out of the room. I looked around again, and then grabbed the wine menu and looked it over, even though I knew it by heart now. I couldn’t stop shaking though, whether it was with excitement or nerves, I wasn’t sure. As I flipped to the back, another note fell out. I blinked in surprise and then pulled it out before opening it. I read it over slowly, trying very hard not to cry as I did. I bit my nail then, as a smile threatened to explode out.

        My love, I know you’re probably furious with me, and are thinking about all the ways you could possibly kill me with a spoon. If you’re actually interested in that, I googled it this morning and came up with the search that there are, in fact, 5 very logical ways to kill a man with a spoon. Unfortunately, I didn’t copy those down, but I did manage to copy down 5 things that I think are more important than spoon murder.

1. The fact that no matter what happens, I know that I can always trust you to be there when I wake up.

2. That you enjoy spooning.

3. That you’ll forgive that terrible pun and laugh at it no matter what.

4. That you can light up my world no matter how dark it is by simply smiling.

5. And last, but certainly not least, is that I love you more than I have loved anyone before in my life.

Happy Valentine’s Day, I wish you an infinite more my love.

Ps. I have one more little surprise for you, so don’t waste all your emotions on this.

        I wiped at the tears rolling down my face, and then laughing to myself, I rolled my eyes and said to no one, “God, he’s not even here, and I’m already crying.”

        “Well it wasn’t meant to make you cry.”

        I flipped around in my chair to see him, dressed in the only tux he owned, slowly pulling the curtain that separated our little area closed. I stood up then and smiling wildly, I threw my arms around his neck. He laughed as he hugged me, and then pressing a light kiss against my hairline he said, “Sorry about the whole scavenger hunt, I figured you would think it was fun.”

        I laughed as I cupped his face in my hands and said, “I think it was fun, now that I know there was a purpose to it.”

        He smirked and then slid his arm around my waist, he guided me back to the table and said, “Well, the night’s not over yet. I have one more surprise for you.”

        I blinked and then said, “I know, you told me that in the letter.”

        With a wink he sat me down again and then sat across from me. “You don’t get it until the end of dinner though, so try not to kill me before then.”

        I laughed at that, and I didn’t stop laughing throughout the entire dinner.

        (////)

        An hour later, I leaned forward in my seat so that my arms rested on the table, and with smile I shook my head and said, “I’m still trying to guess what your big finale is.”

        He shrugged, and Isaiah came in with the check. He set it on the table and then whispered with a coo, “Take your time lovebirds.”

        Cal shoved him away with a laugh and said, “I’m taking money out of your tip for that comment.”

        Isaiah snorted and then slipped out of the room. I glanced at Cal then and said, “Alright, we split fifty-fifty like always.”

        He shook his head then and said, “Absolutely not, this is my big treat, promise.” He said with a smile as I pulled out his wallet and went to grab his card. As he did, it slipped out of his hand, and he let out a soft curse as he bent down to find it. I snorted to hide my laugh and then setting my head in my hand, I laughed to myself and said, “My God, you are on a roll tonight, first the bread and butter, and now the card…” my words died on my lips though, when I looked back at him and saw his slowly rising onto one knee in front of me. My heart leaped in my chest, and I blinked stupidly before saying, “Cal… what are you doing?”

        He smiled softly and then said, “Going in for my big finale.”

        I shifted to face him slowly, as he reached into his pocket and said, “Do you remember what you called us the first time we tried to define what we had?”

        “Yeah, I said we were a hot mess.” I whispered breathlessly, as I saw him pull out the little box. Oh my God, oh my God, he was going to propose. My heart pounded faster in my chest, and I was trying very hard not to faint at that moment.

        “Mare, we have been through alot, but I think for a hot mess we did pretty damn well, and I honestly, couldn’t imagine living the rest of my life with anyone else. You have made me the happiest man for the past five years, so, I was… I was wondering if you would be willing to make me the happiest man in the world for the rest of my life.”

        I blinked for a moment, my words clouding my throat as he opened the box and held it out to me. I swallowed once, twice, and then three times. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight, all I could hear was, ring, there’s a ring, a ring, a ringaringaringaring, over and over again in my head.

        He watched my face for a few seconds, until slowly his smile fell, and he went to pull the ring back saying, “Hey, it’s okay, don’t cry,” I hadn’t even realized I was crying, “If you don’t want to, it’s totally fine, I’ll wait another year and come up with-“

        “Yes! Oh my God Cal, yes!” I screamed as I threw myself at him. He hugged me awkwardly and then asked hesitantly, “Yes as in wait?”

        I pulled away laughing happily as I cried, “No you idiot, yes of course I’ll marry you!”

        He blinked in surprise before shouting in triumph. He lifted me up off the floor and off my feet and spun me around. I clung to him, laughing and crying, and making a mess of my makeup, but I couldn’t stop. I grabbed his face and then pressing my lips against his I choked, “This is by far, the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

        He laughed, and then pressed his lips against mine again, as he was going to be able to do for the rest of our lives.

ANNNNNNDDDD HE SHOOTS, HE SCOOOOOOOORREESSS!!!! This one was honestly way too much fun to write, hope you guys enjoyed. Don’t worry, Mare and Cal will return in the modern au, along with some more fun and cute fluff. (:

[This fic was requested by @queenofiinsanityrequests are always open, Enjoy!]
           "Are you sure this is the smartest idea?“
           I groaned pausing in my… work to look up at him. I wiped the corners of my mouth with a thumb and forefinger. I liked Adrian, I really did, but he had a sweetness about him you just wanted to beat out sometimes. He was afraid, everyone was when it came to them but I had an itch to scratch and all this chit chat was becoming a real mood killer.
           "It’s not smart in the slightest, but do you really want to stop?” I asked, my tongue snaking out and just barely grazing the head of his penis. 
           He said something in Russian under his breath, maybe a curse, maybe a surrender but I smirked none the less taking him into my mouth. I first took an interest in Adrian when he decided it was a good idea to threaten me at gun point in the bathroom of my father’s club. Something about his courage/borderline stupidity amused me and as the son of a powerful Russian mobster I decided to cut him a deal. He puts the gun away, he becomes my toy, and he earns an alliance with my family. He saw the merit in this and the moment his gun was lowered, my own was under his chin.
           "You ever threaten my life again you will regret it. You won’t get a peaceful death, no. Your death will make the papers for its savagery do you understand me, comrade?“ I spat.
           "Yes,” He said in thickly accented English. 
           "Good,“ I said cheerfully, extending a hand. "Y/N, pleased to meetcha’." 
           And that is how we ended up here. As far as my parents were concerned I hated the bastard, and part of me did, but he was just so pretty that a girl could live with certain pitfalls in his personality like morals and feelings. Ugh, so many feelings. Some people just don’t understand the term ‘no strings attached’ these days. I mean you have sex once and suddenly you’re married or something, nuh uh. I don’t think so. I felt Adrian’s hand on the back of my head, forcing me down and I stopped, pinning his hands above his head.
           "Have you forgotten how this works already?” I demanded. 
           "N-no.“ He groaned as I dug my nails into his thighs.
           "No what?" 
           "No… mistress.”
           I smirked, I wasn’t very fond of the title but it was fun to play with him with. There’s nothing sexier than a man bending to a woman’s will. Leaning down I captured his lips, my tongue sliding into his mouth and in an instant I was under him. 
           "Alright, Adrian. I’ll play,“ I murmured and he took a tip from me, pinning my wrists above my head. 
           He settled between my legs, readying himself at my entrance. I was wet and waiting, but before I could see this delicious new side of him the door swung open and he was off me. Groaning, I got up spotting the King and Queen themselves. My dad had his gun out, his arm lazily slung over my mom’s shoulders, and whatever they had gone out to do tonight it most definitely ended in bloodshed judging by their clothes. 
           "Well, what do we have here?” My father seethed, and I rose, suddenly bored.
           I pulled on my red silk robe over my lingerie, tying it tightly. “Hey guys, you’re back early.” I said innocently.
           Adrian was shitting himself to say the least. He had managed to pull on his briefs, and my mom (who had no notion of how to act appropriately, which I always found amusing) extended her hand to him. 
           "Harley Quinn, how do you do?“ 
           Adrian hesitantly shook it and my mom grinned, moving from my fuming father to sling her arm around me. She smelled like gun powder, sex, blood, and a good time. 
           "He’s cute,” My mom whispered in my ear.
           "He’s a chicken shit,“ I whispered in reply. 
           "He’s smart then.”
           I giggled with her and that seemed to snap my dad out of it, in an instant he was laughing, his comfortingly unsettling laugh and Adrian was wise enough to remain silent.
           "You should see your face, so intense, comrade.“ 
           Oh he’s dead. He is so dead, I should really step in, I mean that would be the nice thing to do. 
           "Dad-”
           "Not now honey, daddy’s talkin’.“
           Well, I tried. My mom followed me into the kitchen where dad and Adrian were still in view but we couldn’t hear what they were saying. My dad was dangerously calm now so I knew Adrian was fucked. 
           "Shouldn’t you, you know?” My mom gestured to Adrian, getting me a glass of water. 
           I arched a brow, “I tried,”
           She arched one perfect brow. “Honey, you know I love you, but if your father shoots another one of your surprises you get to wipe up the brains, capiche? Besides, at least he is pretty." 
           I rolled my eyes. "And the other three weren’t?" 
           "But he is extra pretty." 
           I smirked, setting the glass of water down before moving to Adrian’s aid. 
           "Dad, if you kill him you’ll anger his dad who makes us a lot of money,” I mumbled, resting my arms on Adrian’s shoulder and swiping away a droplet of sweat with my finger.
           "You’re talkin’ sense, you’re talkin’ sense.“ BANG. 
           Damn, I stood back as Adrian fell to the ground. Well that’s disappointing. 
           "I hate sense. I got the Ivankov Empire in my pocket anyway.”
           Great, now I had to clean this up. My dad gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Why do you always bring the sweet ones home, you hate sweet." 
           "What can I say, I dig idiots. I was getting bored with him anyway." 
           "What about old, old what’s his name, Y/N?”
           I arched a brow, “You givin’ me dating advise, dad?" 
           He looked offended, "Even the idea!" 
           I smirked watching as he left, looking down and little Adrian. Sorry kid, looks like you were right, never my brightest idea to bring men home. Perhaps old what’s his name might be a good idea, he was even more delicious than dare I say Adrian the poor fellow, and he unlike Adrian was just as fucked up as my family. Why not, I still had that itch that needed scratching and Adrian was killing the vibe. I laughed to myself, going to grab the bags and bleach.

I’m the king and you’re the queen.

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

Author: Gore-writes
Characters: Negan x female reader
Words: 1,873
Warnings: Slight smut? Swearing, flirting, Negan’s filthly mouth. If sometimes else needs to be added let me know kindly!
Note: Feedback is greatly loved! This was based off a request I got from @ambroselunatic wanted a right-hand women to Negan fic! With a lil smut which I’m good at hah! Enjoy everyone! Also the title is from ‘Young god’ by Halsey!

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You were peacefully sleeping, in your soft white bed. Wearing just a tank-top and black panties. You were having the most wonderful dream, that was before you were woken up by the sound of the door almost being blown off it’s hinges. You knew it was Negan, no one else could make such a stunning entrance. You opened your sleepy eyes and saw a male figure holding a bat, Lucille. Only one man around here carried a bat for a weapon and that was Negan. “We have a prob-well hello there.” He said with a cocky grin across that, really fucking pretty face. You gave out a soft hum and rolled onto my back so you could get a better view of him. “What?” You said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Negan gave out a chuckle before walking to the edge of your bed and crouched down to be face to face with you. “You look so fucking good.” Of course, he was thinking with the wrong head right now, when there was apparently a problem. “You big idiot I meant what is wrong? What is the fucking problem?” You pushed on his chest lightly. Sometimes this job was challenging, with Negan switching from one head to another at times. “Oh, fucking right.” He stood up, walking over to the coffee marker and started making coffee. “Well, a group killed a literal fuck-ton of our men.” You were shocked, had no words. You were always so on top of these things. You stood up from the edge of your bed and walked over to him, he was making fucking coffee at this time? You grabbed his arm and pulled him to look at him. “Who? Who fucking did it?” Your voice lowered, you were pissed. No one did this to you, and you were going to make them pay. “The group at Alexandria.” He simply said before handing you a cup of coffee. “We have no time for coffee Negan! We need to find them and fucking bash their faces in!”
“We can and fucking will, princess. But for now drink.” He used his gloved hand to tip the bottom of the cup up to your mouth. You drank some of it before swallowing and sighing. “I can’t believe I let this happen.” You blamed yourself, you were so watchful over these things. “You did nothing fucking wrong princess.” He took the coffee from you and sat it down onto the counter. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” He was about to leave before you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to you. “No, fuck no. I’m going with you.” You were strong enough to do this, you wanted to make up for your mistake, your deadly mistake. Of course Negan probably wouldn’t let you. “My Queen doesn’t get herself into danger.” He said, you frowned and crossed your arms. “I’m not your Queen, you have five other women to give that title.” He chuckled before wrapping his arms around my waist. I wanted to go on his hunt for the fuckers who killed our men. So I pulled out the only thing I could. “Please..I promise I’ll stay by your side the whole fucking time, I won’t go off. Please Negan.”
“Fine princess, but you stay by me the whole fucking time.” He pulled away from you before heading the the door, gripping the knob. “Wait!” You shouted before blushing, knowing what you were about to say was risky. Negan looked at you cocking a brow. “D-Do you um…ur-like me?” On the inside you facepalmed at how stupid you must have sounded, Like a school girl with a crush on the flirty jock. You wanted to know after months of flirting if he really truly liked you, or if he just flirted with anything with tits. “Princess, princess princess. I didn’t know you were interested.”
“I’m not, I’m just curious.”
Negan chuckled, he didn’t believe you. And to be honest you didn’t believe you. “Princess, I’ve always liked you.” And with that, he opened the door and left. You were shocked to say the least. And, well you couldn’t help but be flattered by that. You thought about him while getting dressed, drinking the rest of your coffee and loaded your gun for tonight. You thought about it for hours until Simon knocked on your door, quickly shouting that you were leaving in five minutes with Negan in the RV. You agreed, maybe this was a chance to get closer to the top. Being his right-hand women wasn’t enough for a powerful women like you. Negan was the king, he needed a queen.
You were in the RV with Negan, as he drove along the bumpy road. You were sitting in the back booth, playing with your thumbs, getting ready. You had seen Negan kill before, walkers and people. But this time was different. “What are you going to do with them?” You asked out of curiosity. Negan chuckled and tapped the handle of Lucille, you knew what that meant. These people were about to meet the hard barbed bat named Lucille. You nodded, even though Negan couldn’t see you. You were to busy looking down that you didn’t even notice Negan pulling over into a wooded area. Where all of his men were waiting. You slid out of the booth and stood up and walked over to Negan, where he was now cleaning Lucille with a white piece of fabric. You stood behind the drivers seat and leaned over so you were close to Negan’s ear. You ran a finger down his jaw, and his rough salt and pepper beard before speaking. “I wanna watch.” You spoke softly, Negan tensed. “Aren’t you fucking scared?” He turned he head to look to the side, barely being able to see you. “No, it doesn’t make me scared. I’ve seen enough to not be scared of men anymore.” He ran his tongue over his teeth and kept cleaning the barbed wire of Lucille. “I like my females strong, you don’t take much fucking shit do you Y/N?” Your breathing became harder, faster. You wanted to keep it together, to prove you meant business. “No, I don’t. This world changed me, I don’t take orders from no man.” You ran both your hands down his chest, feeling the rough leather against your palms. Negan knew your past, he was the one who found you after all.
He stood up quickly and towered over you, you were rather short but strong as hell. “I’m your boss little princess.”
“I’m not like those whores you call wives, if you wanna fuck me, if you wanna make me yours. You agree that I’m just as fucking high as you. I’m the queen, anyone who gives me a funny look you take the iron to. I’m going out there with you, beside you, as your queen. Or, I can keep being your right-hand women and you will never get to lay a finger on me.” Negan was shocked, taken away by how strong you sounded, your voice not shaking one bit as you spoke. You looked down at the lump in his pants and smiled. “Do we have a fucking deal?” You held out your hand and grinned. He took it, he really fucking took your hand and shook it. Inside, you were screaming in happiness, you got to be with the man you fell in love with but still kept up with your standards. You were in love with Negan, and this way, everyone was happy. Then he did something you thought a man like him couldn’t do, he pulled you close to him and kissed you. “I’m the king and your the queen.” He spoke against your lips. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck you right then and there, you heard one of the men yell ‘Let’s meet the man.’ and then a knock. You grin looking at the door before Negan grabs Lucille and opens the door. “Pissing our pants yet?”
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You stood beside him, smiling. Maybe you were just as sadistic as him. You enjoy watching him teach them a lesson. Most of the group were crying, shocked by Negan’s second kill. You watched everything. You met eyes with the leader, Rick. “I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Y/N.” You held out a hand to Rick, you waited for about five seconds before you felt Negan come up behind you. “I just tapped two of his people in the head princess, give the man a moment.” You smiled before walking back to the RV.
You waited for a good ten minutes. You stripped off muddy and bloody jacket, shirt, boots and pants so you were just in your underwear. A lace white bra and panties. You were about to slip off your bra before you heard Negan shout. “I’m going to go claim my prize now for kicking so much ass. Be back to grab you in a minute Rick.” Just as he finished his last word, he was opening the RV door, and quickly shut it behind him. When he noticed you sitting on the booth table, just wearing your underwear he spoke. “Ho-ly fuck.” He sat Lucille down next to the door before struting over to you. “You look damn good.” He licked his lips and leaned down to kiss you, but you put a finger to his lips. “Remember, I’m not a whore, don’t kiss me like one.” You removed your finger from his lips before leaning in to meet his lips. The kiss was filled with passion and love, rather then how you saw him kiss his wives, with lust rather then true love. You knew you were something else to him.
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“Mmm, I like that.” You said groping your chest while Negan went down on you. The RV was filled with sounds of Negan licking and sucking on your pussy while pushing in two fingers into your hole. You couldn’t stay still, you needed something bigger in you. “Negan!” Your voice almost gave out when he sucked your clit into his mouth and lapped at it. He hummed against your pussy before you grabbed onto his hair and pulled him up from you. “This is very nice, but I need you inside me.” He grinned, his lips slick with your juices. He kissed up your body up to your neck before slipping just the tip into you. You pulled him down to kiss you, tasting your juice on his tongue and mouth. He was the biggest you’ve ever had inside of you, and it felt wonderful.
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He rolled off of you after cumming and was panting heavliy. “Fucking fuck princess. That pussy is deadly.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but giggle. “I would perfer you not calling my pussy 'deadly’ but thank you.” He said kissing his cheek. “That was wonderful Negan.” You chuckled lowly. “We better get dressed.” You sighed out. Just as you were about to crawl off small bed in the RV you were pulled back down. “That prick can wait for me. My queen needs me.” Yes, this was going to be a great arrangement.

a deep breath was taken in before it was let out; eyes closing tightly as he made his way forward. if anything, this was a question that had to be asked —- there was only so much he could handle. off-key singing was one thing, but at least he wanted to be prepared for it, and that helped with knowing what movie would be playing tonight. 

usually, derrek would have simply put in ear-plugs for the off-key singing from the rest of shoreline, but he was at least trying to be prepared. truth be told, you could only  handle so much off-key singing of the lion king before you decided to blast death metal for hours on end.

❝ ——- So, what will it be tonight? The Lion king or the one with Frodo? ❞

// @fatigucs

Why are you here?

A/N: Y/N is home alone while Andy’s on tour and someone breaks into their house while Y/N is there and gets hurt. 

You had just finished putting all the grocery’s away when your iPhone 5 started to go off signalling you had a call coming in, it was Andy your boyfriend.

“Did you know I love hearing your sexy voice before picking up the phone,” you said gesturing to a Black Veil Brides song Andy had put for his ringtone for whenever he called you. You could hear him chuckling on the other end of the phone while you waited for his response.

“And I love hearing your sexy voice when you answer in a low seductive voice,” he commented just like the sexy voice you made, you chuckled rolling your eyes.

“I miss you,” you stated as you took a seat on the couch in the living room.

“Baby, I miss you too,” he said.

“How long do you think it’s going to be before I get to see you again?” you question as you stretched your legs onto the coffee table.

“Only about 2 months and I’ll be home for Christmas,” he tells you bringing a smile across your face as you think of seeing his beautiful face in person instead of Skype or Facetime.

“Yay! And we get to celebrate your birthday too!” you exclaimed when you remembered Andy’s birthday is the day after Christmas, he chuckled at your excitement.

“What time is it there?” Andy asked with curiosity.

“Ummm,” you started so you could look back into the kitchen to see the time on the microwave. “It’s 2:00 pm,” you tell him.

“Oh, it’s 4:00 pm here,” he says.

A couple hours had passed, you and Andy were still talking on the phone, you two could talk for days you guys are a great couple, usually late night talks/calls or until he has to perform on stage.

“Look, babe, I have to go, but I’ll call you back after the set,” Andy tells you, you nod but remembered he couldn’t see you.

“Okay, I love you,” you said.

“Love you too,” he answered back before hanging up the phone.

You sighed as you hung up your end of the call, sometimes you wish Andy was always here because you miss him a lot, but you love how he’s doing his dream which makes you happy that he can achieve it.

An hour passed you were in Andy and your’s room when you heard a huge bang, the bang made you jump a foot in the air. You quickly turned around and went to open the door but it suddenly bursted open hitting you in the head making your vision go blurry, all you saw was a black outlined figure before the figure kneed you in the stomach causing you to get winded and fall to the carpet floor. As you regained your breath you stood up to see a man going through everything you and Andy owned. You quickly and quietly got your phone off the king sized bed and dialed 911.

“911 what is your emergency?” a women asked on the other end of the phone, you were about to whisper something to her but the man in a hoodie and ski  mask saw you.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!” he hissed before he kneed you in the stomach again.

Andy’s P.O.V.

The guys and I played a great show tonight, the fans are amazing they always make us have a great show.

“So, how’s Y/N. We haven’t talked to her in awhile?” Jake asked when we got in our dressing room.

“She’s doing good, she said she had to do a whole bunch of grocery shopping today because she kept eating food and being extremely lazy,” I tell the guys which made them chuckle.

“Y/N, has always been lazy,” Ashley chuckled.

“But that’s why we love her!” CC exclaimed as we all nodded along laughing.

Suddenly, my phone started to ring, I thought it was Y/N but it’s the hospital number from back home, I instantly answered it.

“Hello?” I answered hoping nothing was wrong, but boy was I wrong.

“Yes hello. Is this Andy Biersack?” a male voice asked from the other end of the phone.

“Yes.”

“Your girlfriend Y/N/ Y/L/N, has been in a accident,” he tells me gently.

“What happened!” I asked panicked.

“Someone broke into your house and wanted to rob the house, but Y/N got in the way,” he explains to me, all that was going through me was panic was she okay? “You need to get here as soon as possible,” he tells me.

“Yeah! I’ll be there within the next 3 hours,” I say to him before hanging up the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Jinxx asked as he saw my panicked face.

“Y/N got in accident, she was in a robbers way and got hurt,” I rushed out. “I’m catching a flight right now, we’ll have to cancel some shows but the fans will understand, we’ll rebook shows.”

_______

We all ran into the hospital 3 hours later, a nurse spotted us and told us to wait here while she gets the doctor.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” I kept asked every five minutes feeling more and more worried, but finally a doctor came.

“Mr. Biersack?” he asked looking at me, I nodded my head. “Your girlfriend has been seriously injured, she has 4 broken ribs, a broken arm, a broken leg, and a concussion,” he explains to me, I had to make sure tears didn’t pour out of my eyes. “She’s going to be okay,” he finally tells me I felt a weight a relief lift off my chest.

“Can I see her?” I ask.

“Yes, but she’s sleeping and she’ll need her rest,” he tells me, I nod then he leads us to her hospital room.

When we got into the room, I went straight over to her and held her hand, she looked like she was in so much pain, I kissed her forehead then slid a chair to her bedside and waited until she woke.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I fluttered my eyes open, to see a blurry while ceiling, I looked to my side to see Andy holding my hand and his head resting on the bed I’m in, where am I? And why is Andy here?

I moved a little but felt pain shoot through me Andy stirred as I tried not to cry in pain.

“Hey, your awake,” Andy said lifting his head up.

“Yeah,” I said my voice cracking, just then a doctor walked in the room and everything from last night clicked inside my head, I’m at the hospital because some jackass tried rob the house, oh damn I wish I hadn’t had did anything to try and stop him.

“Oh good your awake-” the doctor began but I cut him off.

“Yeah, great. Can I have some pain killers,” I rushed out as pain filled my entire body.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” he asked stalling time to get the fucking pain killers.

“YES! NOW PLEASE GET SOME DAMN PILLS SO I DON’T HAVE TO FEEL THIS FUCKING PAIN!” I snapped, he quickly left to go get the pills. Andy squeezed my hand to make me feel a bit better.

The doctor came back with the pills and water, I took them from him and swallowed everything then waited for them to kick in. He left not wanting to get on my bad side again.

“Why are you here, Andy?” I asked looking to the side where he was sitting in a chair.

“I had gotten a call that you have been hurt and I got here ASAP,” he tells me.

“Sorry…” I mumble.

“Why are you sorry?” he questioned.

“Because if it weren’t for me, you’d be performing instead of being here with me,” I say looking into his blue eyes.

“No, don’t blame yourself it’s not your fault and besides the fans will understand. I just don’t want you to feel that much pain ever again,” he said to me kissing my forehead. “I will always be here whenever your in pain, always. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Andy.”

A/N: I’ve been trying this new thing here^ I did another, but if you guys want you can send in request. Hopefully, my writing isn’t too bad it’s just something I’m trying out. Let me know if I should keep it up. ^.^ 

courtyhinch  asked:

A little happier this time: Animal by Neon Trees, and Bahorel and Feuilly! 💋💋💋

Bahofeuilly- Animals- Modern AU

“Okay, truth or dare.”

“Fuck you, we’re not playing that.” Feuilly threw a balled up piece of paper at Bahorel who headbutted it into the waste basket without missing a beat. 

“Why not?” Bahorel tossed Feuilly another can of beer and sat down next to him on the couch. “You scared?”

“Course not. I’m just bored. We play this every time we drink and each time it get’s more and more ridiculous and dangerous because neither one of us will pick anything but dare.”

“Yeah, because we’re not pussies.” Bahorel said downing his drink. There was no way he was going to admit to Feuilly the real reason he only ever picked dare. The reality of the situation was that revealing his secret truth was magnificently more scary than any dare could dream to be.

“Prove it, then!” Feuilly said with a daring grin. “Nothing more brave than baring one’s soul to another. Tonight we play truth or truth.”

Oh God no. Bahorel thought. “Sounds boring, but fine.”

The more rounds that passed the more comfortable Bahorel became. He had successfully found out that Feuilly’s childhood crush was Kovu from Lion King 2. (”You do realise that’s a cartoon lion right? Not a person?” “Before anything else he’s a bad boy.” “Fucking furry.”), Feuilly had indeed been the one to eat the last of Cosette’s cupcakes in the fridge (”You bastard! Those were a gift for me! You told me Courfeyrac ate them. I blocked him on snapchat because of that!” “Call it revenge for that leftover lasagna you both stole last month.”), and that he had been Bahorel’s secret Santa last Christmas. (“Out of all the gifts you could have given me you got me socks? Really, dude?” “Star Wars socks! That counts as a good gift!” “Yeah I know, I loved them. But I’m still giving you shit for giving me socks.”)

Feuilly in turn had found out almost nothing about Bahorel. His questions had been stale and mediocre, meaning all he had discovered for the last two rounds was that Bahorel’s favourite food was pizza and his favourite place was the rooftop of their apartment.

Clearly his tactic was to lure Bahorel into a false sense of security, because his smile had turned devious and he locked his eyes with Bahorel’s in a challenge.

“Do you think of me as something other than a friend?”

Oh shit. “Yeah.” Bahorel said trying to keep his voice steady. “I think of you as a fucking idiot sometimes.”

Feuilly kept smiling and holy shit Bahorel was not drunk enough for that look he was giving him. “That’s not a real answer. What’s wrong, you scared?”

Yes. Yes I am. Bahorel swallowed before standing up and pacing angrily. “Fine. Yes, I fucking do, okay? I think of you as a fucking Saint. You’re the “Empire Strikes Back” of people and sometimes I just want to kiss your dumb stupid lips until you shut the fuck up. Happy? This is why I wanted to play with dares.”

“We can still play with dares.” Feuilly said. And God Bahorel hated how fucking smug he sounded. Too good to even acknowledge what he had just confessed. He wanted to wipe that dumb smile off of his dumb perfect face.

“I’ll start.” Feuilly continued clearing his throat and rising from the couch. “I dare you to kiss me, and take me up to the roof and order us pizza- the good kind not from that shit ass cheap place down the road, and be a fucking gentleman for our date tonight.”

“I- wait. Date?”

“Yes you absolute nerd.” Feuilly said as he took Bahorel’s hand and led him to the door. “What’s wrong, are you scared?”

Everything’s Fair in Love & Friendship (Stiles/Derek; Stiles & Jackson)

greyhoundsgirl said: For the prompt: shooting star make a wish with platonic Stiles x Jackson? Is that weird? I’m a mono Sterek shipper, but I love Jackson and him and Stiles as a team would rule the world :) thanks for looking at these!

I adore the possibility of Stiles & Jackson friendship. I really hope this turned out the way you were hoping, bb! Fic #5 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge!

Everything’s Fair in Love & Friendship. Stiles/Derek. Stiles & Jackson. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles tries to help Jackson calm down after a reunion with the pack five years after he left for London.

“I can’t deal with this right now.” Jackson tears his gaze away from Lydia, who is curled up next to Jordan, and looks at Derek. “I’m not part of your stupid little pack, and I never will be.”

“It’s not an automatic acceptance, Jackson,” Derek says, sighing as he leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees. “You can’t just come back to Beacon Hills after being away for five years and expect them to trust you.”

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This is Why Heroes Can't Go on Blind Dates, Final Part-Joker Imagine

Requested: Kinda

Warnings: Some violence and fluff

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who enjoyed the series for their nice comments!

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  Four months had passed since Batman and the GCPD brought you back to Gotham. The city thought that it was a miracle that Bruce’s best friend was rescued from the Joker. Of course, everyone knew that he had tricked you into dating him after that little remark about your first date but no one held it against you since you were kidnapped after all. Jack had kept you with him for all of three months, manipulated his way back into your good graces, and then broke your heart once again. He and Harley were going to Arkham for a long time according to Bruce but that didn’t really comfort you.

  The first month, you attempted to reacclimate yourself to your life. Bruce had taken care of Fletcher while you were gone and he was so much bigger now. He had practically attacked you with doggy kisses but you weren’t as receptive of them as you used to be. Instead, you simply sunk down to the floor and hugged Fletcher close to you, crying extremely hard. You spent most of your time crying for a little while until you were finally able to pull it together. Around the second month, you started training harder with Bruce and nearly killed him at some point. In the third month, he had you move into Wayne Manor since he had more than enough room. After you finished unpacking, you went back to work, receiving a pretty nice welcome considering that you had been held captive by one of the most maniacal villains known to man. Now, you felt like you were more stable albeit much angrier than you used to be. You were angry with Jack and yourself for allowing yourself to relax and open up to him of all people.

  You were taking your anger out on a punching bag in the Bat Cave after your ten hour shift at Wayne Enterprises. It felt good to hit something since Bruce benched you from nightly crusades as Y/S/H/N. You needed to hit something without hurting anyone or yourself.

  “Until next time.”

  “You look lovely tonight, pumpkin.”

  “I see something in you, something I’ve seen since the moment we first met.”

  “Oh, darling, that’s how I know you’re perfect for me.”

  “I’ve been in love with you since we met.”

  “This doesn’t feel right.”

  “Goodbye, Y/N.”

  You grunted harshly as you threw another punch onto the punching bag, sending the poor thing flying back before it came right at you. You put your hand up to stop it and reset your fighting stance before going back to work on the punching bag.

   “Y/N? Y/N!” Bruce reached out and stopped your fists. You began fighting him but Bruce held your hands in his strong grip. “You have to stop, you’re bleeding.”

   Finally, you managed to calm down but you were breathing hard. “Four months, he broke me in four months, Bruce.” You shook your head. “I’m a Marine, I was trained to be able to withstand psychological torture but he broke through all of that.”

  Bruce looked at you calmly. “These kind of things happen to the best of us. It doesn’t make you any less stronger than you are.”

  “Then why are you treating me like I’m a broken toy. It’s been four months, Bruce, and Batman has been seen taking down crime without a certain sidekick at his side!”

   “You need time to recover, Y/N. I might be your boss but I’m also your friend and I’m worried about you.” Bruce let go of your hands and cupped your face in his hands. “If I let you join me tonight, you could beat someone to death when all we want is to put them away.”

   “I’m ready, Bruce, I’m going stir crazy in here and I’m sure Fletcher’s irritated with me.”

   Bruce laughed lightly. “Go take a shower and we’ll discuss this more later.”

   You relaxed as you walked up to the nearest bathroom. You peeled off your sweat-drenched workout clothes and hopped into the state-of-the-art shower. The hot water began massaging your taut, tired muscles as you leaned against the wall. Everything Jack/Joker ever said to you haunted you since your return to normal life. Most of the time, you wanted to see if Lucius had anything that would remove the past few months from your memory. The rest of the time, you began analyzing everything about your interactions with the Joker/Jack, hoping to find any sign that would’ve predicted his final actions with you. When you were clean, you stepped out of the shower, dried off, and went into your room.

   Fletcher was lying on the peach satin duvet that covered most of the king-sized bed you slept on. He rolled over onto his stomach and barked at you. You couldn’t believe that he had gotten so big during your time away. You quickly put on some lotion, deodorant, and perfume before changing into a white cropped button down, blue jeans, and strappy black flats. Then, you let your hair air dry into its natural state before meeting Bruce in the dining room for dinner. 

  Alfred had made pasta and salad for dinner tonight and you were only so hungry. So, you mostly just played with your food while Bruce ate ravenously.

  “All right, tell me what’s wrong right now,” Bruce said.

  “I already did.”

  “Y/N, how long have we known each other?”

   “Too long.”
  “So it’s safe to say that we know each other better than most?”

   You shrugged. 

   “Therefore, I don’t understand why you think you can hide anything from me. You’re like a sister to me, Y/N, and I want to know what’s going on with you.”

   You took a sip of wine. “You don’t really want to know.”

   “Yes, I do.” Bruce stood and walked down the long table until he was in the seat closest to you. “Please, Y/N.” 

   Bruce was your best friend and he knew you better than most. Best friends weren’t supposed to judge each other and you trusted Bruce with a big chunk of your heart. Plus, you needed to tell someone because you were driving yourself crazy.

   “I’m in love with him, Bruce. I hated him once I found out he tricked me but now…I’m always worried about how he’s doing and wondering just why he let you take me back.” You looked up at Bruce. “You think I’m crazy, I know you do and maybe I am.” 

    Bruce stared at you for a long moment with those dark eyes of his. He was planning exactly what he was going to say as to not offend or hurt you in any way. “I don’t think you’re crazy, I think he’s manipulated your emotions towards him. Don’t worry, though, I can help you.” 

   “This isn’t a medical condition, Bruce, I’m in love with a mad man,” You said, shaking your head. “You don’t understand.” 

   “He got inside your head, Y/N, this is probably a case of stockholm syndrome, it’s common in situations like yours.” 

   “Stockholm syndrome is a psychological condition, what I’m feeling is not psychological: it involves emotions and physical aspects too.” 

   Bruce pursed his lips and stood. “We’ll talk about it in the morning.” 

    You scoffed as you stood as well. “There’s no need for that. I’m going for a walk.” You threw your napkin on your plate and began walking out of the hallway, Bruce calling your name urgently. 

    You ignored him as you grabbed your coat from the closet and walked outside. It was a cold dark night in Gotham. You could practically hear the crime in your city but you weren’t able to help stop it. In fact, you had no idea where you were going from here. All you knew was that Bruce didn’t have the slightest understanding of your dilemma. You were in love with a man who you had been fighting for the last few years. You had hated him with every fiber of your being and it took only one month for you to fall for him. Then, you resented him for lying to you and kidnapping you. Finally, you realized your true feelings for him only for him to finally set you free. All these thoughts going through your head were going to cause you to bang your head against a wall if you didn’t get some closure soon. 

     You walked to the garage, slipped into your modest packer, and began driving down the winding road that led to Gotham. The lights, crime, darkness, and buildings began to blur as you drove past all of them. Finally, you reached the tall, ghastly compound known as Arkham Asylum. They opened the barbed wire gates as soon as they saw you and you quickly left your car in visitor’s parking. The fluorescent lights flickered above your head as you walked down the stark white hallway in the entrance hall. The guard sitting at the desk perked up when you approached them. 

   “Evening, Miss Y/L/N,” they said. 

   “Evening, I’m here to visit someone.” 

   “Who?” 

   “The Joker.”

    The guard’s eyes widened but then they shrugged. “Whatever you say, miss.” 

   He handed you a visitor’s pass and led you into a private room, assuring you that they would bring the inmate soon. The room was a medium-sized room with light gray walls and only a table and two chairs to furnish it. You sat in the one closest to the door and folded your hands on the table. You weren’t too anxious to see the Joker but incredibly calm. You were sure he wasn’t going to do anything to you. 

   Suddenly, the door opened and two male guards dragged Jack in. He was made up in his Joker persona with the dyed green hair and clown makeup. He wore an orange jumpsuit and he looked quite entertained by the guards. Then, Jack made eye contact with you and his eyes widened in a bit of surprise. Immediately, he grew solemn as they seated him roughly in the seat across from you. 

    “Take as much time as you need, miss,” one of them said.

     “Thanks.” 

   They closed the door behind them and you eyed the Joker.

    “It’s a funny world we live in.”

   “Hilarious. You don’t look too terrible,” you said.

    “You always look stunning,” he said.

   You ignored your stomach flipping as you shifted in your seat. 

   “I’m surprised that you came to visit me hours passed visiting hours but I suppose you wouldn’t know that seeing as you haven’t visited me for four months.”

   “Being a friend of Bruce Wayne has it’s benefits.” You gritted your teeth; you couldn’t believe that he was trying to guilt you for not visiting considering how the two of you left things.

    “So, why visit me now, dollface?” 

    “I haven’t visited you for four months because I’m furious with you. You kidnapped me, messed with my head for three months, and got what you wanted only to let Bruce take me back with him!” You snapped. “If I had visited you any sooner than today, I would’ve ripped your head clean off your shoulders.”

    “Oh, those aren’t very nice words coming from you, pumpkin.” Joker leaned forward. “Besides, we both know that if you were incapable of shooting me there is no way you would’ve been able to behead me with your bare hands.”

     “I want answers, Joker, now.” 

     “Tsk tsk,” Joker tutted. “I told you to call me Jack.”

     “Fine, Jack, tell me what I want to know. Why didn’t you put up a fight for me after I told you how I felt?”

     Jack’s expression fell for a moment as he pressed his lips into a straight line. He was always making fun of other people for being too serious because he never really mastered being very serious himself. But you didn’t care about that because you needed him to be serious and honest with you. 

      “Because I felt bad for forcing you to be with me. The only reason you wanted to be with me is because I tricked you into thinking that. At first, I was happy but on our last night together, I realized that I wanted you to stay with me on your own and not from mine or Harley’s influence.” 

     “You didn’t trick me, Jack. All the conversations and mental probing that you and Harley did brought out my real feelings for you. I’m in love with you,” Your smile wavered, “but I suppose I shouldn’t if you keep pushing me away like this. Maybe Bruce is right.” 

     “Right about what?”

     You ran a hand through your hair. “About seeking professional help for what happened between the two of us. Yes, I care about you deeply but I shouldn’t. You’ve done really bad things—things that me and Batman tried to stop you from doing. But I want to be with you, I want to love you openly, and I want to date you again but I shouldn’t want any of that.”

     “Why? Why shouldn’t you want any of that? Because your billionaire best friend told you?” Joker demanded. 

     “Because you’e bad for me, Jack.”

     It was the simple truth. As much as you loved him, Jack was still partly the Joker and even though you declared that you loved every part of him, the Joker was ruining you. Within four months, he had turned you into a mess—eight if you count the months you spent apart. The last few months had been rough for you but wasn’t all recovery? Perhaps you needed to officially sever ties with Jack. Isn’t that what closure helps do? 

       Suddenly, Jack leaned over the table and grabbed your hand in spite of his handcuffs. “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

     “Even if it’s you?”

     “Especially if it’s me, dollface.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It had been so long since you had contact with a man in such an intimate way that you found yourself kissing him back with more passion. Before you knew it, tongues were involved as well as hands—well, as much hands as Jack’s handcuffs would allow. 

     Slowly, you pulled away with a smile on your face. “So, you want to be with me?”

    Jack nodded. “Obviously. We’ll be the finest crime duo Gotham’s ever seen.”

    You shook your head. “I can’t do that,” you whispered. “Y/S/H/N can’t suddenly turn evil because that isn’t her…or me.”

   “But it’s so much fun, Y/N. You’ve never felt a rush as great as committing a crime or causing chaos.”

    “I can’t do it, Jack. Ultimately, I stand on the side of justice.”

    Jack frowned. “Then, how are we going to be together?”

    You leaned forward, kissing him one last time. “We’ll talk about it later.” You squeezed his hand. “Goodbye, Jack.” 

    “Dollface…”

    But you were already out the door. 

    On the drive back to the Manor, you felt much more relaxed than you did driving to the asylum. Jack only pushed you away because he felt guilty but now, everything was much better. You were in love with him but you wouldn’t dare go as far to switch sides. It was certainly going to be a complicated relationship. You parked your car back in the garage and slipped into the manor quietly.

   The sound of the TV in the living room seemed to fill a greater part of the house. The sound only grew louder the closer you got to the TV.

   “Sources have confirmed that notorious villains, the Joker and Harley Quinn, have escaped Arkham Asylum yet again. This is strange since the two have been serving their sentences quite peacefully until tonight. All authorities have been tasked with searching for them. If anyone has any information, please contact the Gotham City Police Department immediately,” the newswoman said.

    Bruce lowered the volume, his expression grave. “Of course, Joker and Harley were biding their time until they broke out.”

    “Master Bruce, do you plan on going out tonight?” Alfred asked. 

    “It seems that I have no choice, Alfred.” Bruce stood from the long suede white couch and turned to face you, leaning against the wall. 

    “Make sure to check the back roads; they’ll definitely be using those to stay out of sight.”

    Bruce walked closer to you. “Are you all right?”

    “I’ll be fine. I just needed some air. Don’t worry about me, Fletcher’s practically a guard dog.”

   Bruce laughed a little. “Okay.” Bruce hugged you and kissed your cheek before hurrying to the Batcave with Alfred on his heels.

   You slowly made your way up to your room and found Fletcher curled up in a ball on your bed. You slipped off your coat and shoes before crawling into bed and cuddling with him. Of course, he immediately snuggled into you as you rested against the pillows. Your eyes fluttered close as you breathed in his familiar scent. A lot of times, you missed nights like these when you were in Joker’s captivity. No blanket ever felt so warm or soft as Fletcher did. 

   Somehow, you fell asleep because the sound of your window opening jerked you awake. Standing in the window was none other than Jack, dressed in a long black coat and a dark purple suit. He had one hand pressed against the windowsill and a smile on his face.

   “Come here, dollface.”

  Eagerly, you clambered out of bed and rushed over to him. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the wall as he claimed your lips with his own. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged a little while his took the chance to explore your body.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” you breathed.

  “Not more than I’ve missed you and this.” Jack began kissing down your neck and sucking at your collarbone.

   “Jack, we need to talk,” you muttered.

  “Later.”

  “No, now.” You gently pushed him away. “Obviously, we can’t be open about our relationship since you’re a wanted man.”

  “And you slipping me the key makes you an accessory.”

  “There’s no way that I can be evil and you can never be a good guy.”

  “I could be for you.”

  “Be serious,” You said. “The only way for us to be together is to stay on our respective sides but see each other when we have the chance.”

  Jack smiled wider. “You’re suggesting that we continue acting like we always have but you’ll sneak behind the Bat and Bruce’s backs so we can continue this?”

  “Until we find a better solution.”

  “I don’t know, I like the idea of you being dirty just for me.”

  “I like it too.”

   Before you knew it, the two of you were kissing passionately again. This time, he pulled your legs around his waist to make things easier. At one point, you nibbled his ear which made him growl into yours. You had just reconnected your lips when someone knocked on your door. You pulled away and untangled yourself from Jack.

   “You have to leave, now!” you whispered.

   “Let them find us,” Jack whispered back.

   You shot a glare at him which made him hold up his hands in surrender. “I’ll see you later.”

   “Y/N, is everything okay?” Bruce asked.

   “Yes, just give me a minute!” You kissed Jack one last time before sending him out of the window. You quickly jumped into your bed, pulled the covers over your body, and tried to make your heart beat at a normal rate. “Come in!”

   Bruce walked in, looking extremely worn and tired. Immediately, you felt guilty for your plans since all Bruce wanted was to keep his city safe from people like Jack. “Did I wake you?”

   “No, not really. I guess tonight didn’t go as planned.”

   “Not at all.” Bruce sat next to you. “The Joker and Harley will be at it again by tomorrow, I know it.”

   “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to stop him. And when I’m back in commission, they won’t know what hit them.”

   Bruce smiled. “I’m sorry if I upset you at dinner tonight. I hate seeing you hurt or harmed in any way.”

   “It’s fine, I guess I’m too sensitive lately.”

   “No, it isn’t.”

  “Bruce, I do want to speak to a therapist soon.”

  “I’m sure I could arrange that. Besides, I think if Harley and the Joker are going to be up to no good, I’ll need a partner.”

  “Are you serious?”

  Bruce nodded. 

  You sat up and hugged him. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it.”

 “I know I won’t. Y/S/H/N has been missing long enough. It’s time for her to return to Gotham.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

 “Good night, Y/N.”

 “Good night, Bruce.”

 As your best friend left, you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. In one night, it seemed as though you had got everything you wanted. Tomorrow, you would be fighting crime and you would be able to be with the love of your life. You slipped out of bed and began changing into some actual pajamas. As you began walking back to bed, something white caught your eye on the windowsill. You walked closer to it and saw that it was a joker playing card. You picked it up and turned it over.

Until next time, dollface

-J

  And thus began your double life.

I'm the king and you're the Queen Part one.

Author: Gore-writes
Characters: Negan x female reader
Words: 1,873 
Warnings: Slight smut? Swearing, flirting, Negan’s filthly mouth. If sometimes else needs to be added let me know kindly!
Note: Feedback is greatly loved! This was based off a request I got from @ambroselunatic wanted a right-hand women to Negan fic! With a lil smut which I’m good at hah! Enjoy everyone! Also the title is from ‘Young god’ by Halsey!

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You were peacefully sleeping, in your soft white bed. Wearing just a tank-top and black panties. You were having the most wonderful dream, that was before you were woken up by the sound of the door almost being blown off it’s hinges. You knew it was Negan, no one else could make such a stunning entrance. You opened your sleepy eyes and saw a male figure holding a bat, Lucille. Only one man around here carried a bat for a weapon and that was Negan. “We have a prob-well hello there.” He said with a cocky grin across that, really fucking pretty face. You gave out a soft hum and rolled onto my back so you could get a better view of him. “What?” You said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Negan gave out a chuckle before walking to the edge of your bed and crouched down to be face to face with you. “You look so fucking good.” Of course, he was thinking with the wrong head right now, when there was apparently a problem. “You big idiot I meant what is wrong? What is the fucking problem?” You pushed on his chest lightly. Sometimes this job was challenging, with Negan switching from one head to another at times. “Oh, fucking right.” He stood up, walking over to the coffee marker and started making coffee. “Well, a group killed a literal fuck-ton of our men.” You were shocked, had no words. You were always so on top of these things. You stood up from the edge of your bed and walked over to him, he was making fucking coffee at this time? You grabbed his arm and pulled him to look at him. “Who? Who fucking did it?” Your voice lowered, you were pissed. No one did this to you, and you were going to make them pay. “The group at Alexandria.” He simply said before handing you a cup of coffee. “We have no time for coffee Negan! We need to find them and fucking bash their faces in!” 
“We can and fucking will, princess. But for now drink.” He used his gloved hand to tip the bottom of the cup up to your mouth. You drank some of it before swallowing and sighing. “I can’t believe I let this happen.” You blamed yourself, you were so watchful over these things. “You did nothing fucking wrong princess.” He took the coffee from you and sat it down onto the counter. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” He was about to leave before you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to you. “No, fuck no. I’m going with you.” You were strong enough to do this, you wanted to make up for your mistake, your deadly mistake. Of course Negan probably wouldn’t let you. “My Queen doesn’t get herself into danger.” He said, you frowned and crossed your arms. “I’m not your Queen, you have five other women to give that title.” He chuckled before wrapping his arms around my waist. I wanted to go on his hunt for the fuckers who killed our men. So I pulled out the only thing I could. “Please..I promise I’ll stay by your side the whole fucking time, I won’t go off. Please Negan.”
“Fine princess, but you stay by me the whole fucking time.” He pulled away from you before heading the the door, gripping the knob. “Wait!” You shouted before blushing, knowing what you were about to say was risky. Negan looked at you cocking a brow. “D-Do you um…ur-like me?” On the inside you facepalmed at how stupid you must have sounded, Like a school girl with a crush on the flirty jock. You wanted to know after months of flirting if he really truly liked you, or if he just flirted with anything with tits. “Princess, princess princess. I didn’t know you were interested.” 
“I’m not, I’m just curious.” 
Negan chuckled, he didn’t believe you. And to be honest you didn’t believe you. “Princess, I’ve always liked you.” And with that, he opened the door and left. You were shocked to say the least. And, well you couldn’t help but be flattered by that. You thought about him while getting dressed, drinking the rest of your coffee and loaded your gun for tonight. You thought about it for hours until Simon knocked on your door, quickly shouting that you were leaving in five minutes with Negan in the RV. You agreed, maybe this was a chance to get closer to the top. Being his right-hand women wasn’t enough for a powerful women like you. Negan was the king, he needed a queen. 
You were in the RV with Negan, as he drove along the bumpy road. You were sitting in the back booth, playing with your thumbs, getting ready. You had seen Negan kill before, walkers and people. But this time was different. “What are you going to do with them?” You asked out of curiosity. Negan chuckled and tapped the handle of Lucille, you knew what that meant. These people were about to meet the hard barbed bat named Lucille. You nodded, even though Negan couldn’t see you. You were to busy looking down that you didn’t even notice Negan pulling over into a wooded area. Where all of his men were waiting. You slid out of the booth and stood up and walked over to Negan, where he was now cleaning Lucille with a white piece of fabric. You stood behind the drivers seat and leaned over so you were close to Negan’s ear. You ran a finger down his jaw, and his rough salt and pepper beard before speaking. “I wanna watch.” You spoke softly, Negan tensed. “Aren’t you fucking scared?” He turned he head to look to the side, barely being able to see you. “No, it doesn’t make me scared. I’ve seen enough to not be scared of men anymore.” He ran his tongue over his teeth and kept cleaning the barbed wire of Lucille. “I like my females strong, you don’t take much fucking shit do you Y/N?” Your breathing became harder, faster. You wanted to keep it together, to prove you meant business. “No, I don’t. This world changed me, I don’t take orders from no man.” You ran both your hands down his chest, feeling the rough leather against your palms. Negan knew your past, he was the one who found you after all. 
He stood up quickly and towered over you, you were rather short but strong as hell. “I’m your boss little princess.” 
“I’m not like those whores you call wives, if you wanna fuck me, if you wanna make me yours. You agree that I’m just as fucking high as you. I’m the queen, anyone who gives me a funny look you take the iron to. I’m going out there with you, beside you, as your queen. Or, I can keep being your right-hand women and you will never get to lay a finger on me.” Negan was shocked, taken away by how strong you sounded, your voice not shaking one bit as you spoke. You looked down at the lump in his pants and smiled. “Do we have a fucking deal?” You held out your hand and grinned. He took it, he really fucking took your hand and shook it. Inside, you were screaming in happiness, you got to be with the man you fell in love with but still kept up with your standards. You were in love with Negan, and this way, everyone was happy. Then he did something you thought a man like him couldn’t do, he pulled you close to him and kissed you. “I’m the king and your the queen.” He spoke against your lips. Just as you were about to tell him to fuck you right then and there, you heard one of the men yell ‘Let’s meet the man.’ and then a knock. You grin looking at the door before Negan grabs Lucille and opens the door. “Pissing our pants yet?” 
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You stood beside him, smiling. Maybe you were just as sadistic as him. You enjoy watching him teach them a lesson. Most of the group were crying, shocked by Negan’s second kill. You watched everything. You met eyes with the leader, Rick. “I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Y/N.” You held out a hand to Rick, you waited for about five seconds before you felt Negan come up behind you. “I just tapped two of his people in the head princess, give the man a moment.” You smiled before walking back to the RV. 
You waited for a good ten minutes. You stripped off muddy and bloody jacket, shirt, boots and pants so you were just in your underwear. A lace white bra and panties. You were about to slip off your bra before you heard Negan shout. “I’m going to go claim my prize now for kicking so much ass. Be back to grab you in a minute Rick.” Just as he finished his last word, he was opening the RV door, and quickly shut it behind him. When he noticed you sitting on the booth table, just wearing your underwear he spoke. “Ho-ly fuck.” He sat Lucille down next to the door before struting over to you. “You look damn good.” He licked his lips and leaned down to kiss you, but you put a finger to his lips. “Remember, I’m not a whore, don’t kiss me like one.” You removed your finger from his lips before leaning in to meet his lips. The kiss was filled with passion and love, rather then how you saw him kiss his wives, with lust rather then true love. You knew you were something else to him.
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“Mmm, I like that.” You said groping your chest while Negan went down on you. The RV was filled with sounds of Negan licking and sucking on your pussy while pushing in two fingers into your hole. You couldn’t stay still, you needed something bigger in you. “Negan!” Your voice almost gave out when he sucked your clit into his mouth and lapped at it. He hummed against your pussy before you grabbed onto his hair and pulled him up from you. “This is very nice, but I need you inside me.” He grinned, his lips slick with your juices. He kissed up your body up to your neck before slipping just the tip into you. You pulled him down to kiss you, tasting your juice on his tongue and mouth. He was the biggest you’ve ever had inside of you, and it felt wonderful. 
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He rolled off of you after cumming and was panting heavily. “Fucking fuck princess. That pussy is deadly.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but giggle. “I would perfer you not calling my pussy ‘deadly’ but thank you.” He said kissing his cheek. “That was wonderful Negan.” You chuckled lowly. “We better get dressed.” You sighed out. Just as you were about to crawl off small bed in the RV you were pulled back down. “That prick can wait for me. My queen needs me.” Yes, this was going to be a great arrangement.