this part made me laugh like crazy

hello, colors (soulmate au)

Prompt: a universe where when you meet your soulmate your world turns from black and white to color. isaac meets his soulmate but she doesn’t see the same color he does. (this is from a soulmate au post, i can’t find it but if someone can link it to me i will add it here so all credits to the creator of that post.)

A/N: hello hello! so there will probably be a second part to this or maybe i’ll make it a series, idk! let me know and please send in more requests, the ones i have aren’t inspiring me, im sorry! ALSO, i would kill to make friends soooooo please send me an ask just talk to me lmao. i wont only write for teen wolf too, send me an ask if you want an imagine done and boom, i’ll try my best. (((SEND ME MORE PROMPTS)))

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Originally posted by caluasmi-please

Grey. You’d get used to seeing it too if it’s all you could see. At least that’s what people were taught since they were young. Life would be grey until you met your soulmate. Some people saw color since they were young and others had to wait to meet the future love of their life in their sixties to experience what most people long for. However, most people, including Isaac Lahey, met their soulmate within their teenage years.

You never know when your soulmate will walk into your life and neither did Isaac. Since he was young he was taught by his dad that he was nothing, not worthy of love so when he bumped into Y/N on the first day of freshman year and his whole world turned to color, he had no clue what to do. The beautiful girl he just bumped into, however didn’t see the same color he did, nothing changed for her.

He was in shock and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know her name or what classes she was in so he did what any normal teenage boy with low self esteem would do. He stared from a distance recognizing every single part of her body. Where she would breakout, what she would do when she was nervous and of course, the laugh. “God,” thought Isaac “that laugh could drive me crazy” or maybe it was her smile.

It took him a little less than a year and a bite from a werewolf for him to gather up the courage and talk to her. Flirting came easier after the bite but not with her. He could feel his throat closing up whenever she approached and suddenly it was like he was human again, in a good way nonetheless. She made the blood in him come alive and he couldn’t tell which part was worse, the pining after a beautiful girl who didn’t see the same colors as him or the way she didn’t feel loved despite his endless loving for her.

He felt things beginning to change one night when him and Y/N were studying together in her room. She pressed the eraser of her pencil to the side of her cheek, sweeping up some of the makeup on her face in the process as she sighed in frustration.

“I don’t get this at all. Health is so dumb, all this soulmate crap means nothing.” She complained looking up at Isaac at the desk across from her bed.

“I don’t think so, I think the soulmate thing is kind of beautiful.” He smiled to himself, bringing his eyes up to hers but upon seeing her intense glare he quickly looked down and turned the chair around. “I don’t know.” He quietly said shaking his head.

Y/N got up and sat at the edge of the bed spinning the chair around. “Isaac, please don’t tell me you’re buying this shit. I’ve seen grey my whole life and I have a feeling that’s not going to change.” She stated, tone sounding more sad than she intended.

His eyes shot up at her confession, he had always thought she didn’t see it too but something inside him had hoped she just ignored it. “I see in color,” He trailed off, averting his eyes to the furry pink carpet on the ground. “My soulmate doesn’t though. So in a way I guess you’re right. It’s stupid.”

Y/N looked sadly at her best friend but her eyes went wide as she remembered something she read earlier. She shot up from her spot on the bed reaching for her health textbook flipping through the pages.

“Wait, I read something about that earlier.” She bit her lip as she flipped through the pages. Isaac stood and moved to the opposite side of the bed as he studied her.

“Here,” she said turning the page around to Isaac and sliding it across the bed.

Isaac began to read aloud. “In some rare cases both soulmates will not see color. That is due to a tough soul, a soul who is too stubborn to believe in love or believe they can feel love. It is the job of the soulmate who sees color to make sure the other begins to feel worthy of love, and as a result, seeing color.” Isaac sighed. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” he thought.

So Isaac tried his best to show his best friend, his soulmate, that she was loved. That she put the color into his world, made everything brighter and boy was that a challenge.

I Should’ve...

Pairings: Negan X Reader

Summary: Negan is trying to deal with your death, he’s remembering moments together and regretting things he should’ve done and said.

Warnings: Death, swearing, NSFWish.

Word Count: 4000+ (It’s a biggin’)

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

You laughed and shook your head. “I wouldn’t be one of your wives if you were the last man on the earth.” 
Negan smiled hugely. “Fuck! Come on, Baby! I’m crazy for you!” You glared at him. “No. What part of that are you not understanding?” 

“The fucking reasoning! I’m good looking! I got a nice body under this leather! I’m hung like a fucking horse!” You sighed harshly.

“Don’t talk to me about your dick! I don’t care! And you killed my friends! That’s the reasoning.” “I made sure you didn’t see that…” 

You looked away from him. “It didn’t make the pain any less.”“If I could, I’d take that away from you.”

You looked at him, your eyes screeching his face for the lie. It wasn’t there.

Rick finally did it. He knocked Negan from his high horse.

Negan sat on his knees on the ground. His eyes following Rick’s form. He was clenching and unclenching his fist. Simon was on his knees beside him along with Dwight and a few others.

You stood behind Rick, Lucille in your hands. She leaned over your shoulder. You wouldn’t look at him. Negan tried to catch your gaze, but you wouldn’t let it happen. 

“How’s it feel? Huh!” Rick yelled, laughter filling his voice. Rick reached for Lucille and you handed her to him. Rick thanked you with a nod of his head.
Rick began twirling the bat around, smiling and keeping eye contact with Negan the whole time.

You felt a hand touch your arm. You looked up and seen Daryl looking at you with sad eyes. You gave a sad smile.

Finally, you looked at Negan, his eyes locked with yours and you tried so hard not to let the tears fall. Negan shook his head at you and mouthed, “Don’t cry… Please.”

You smiled at Negan’s dirty joke. You sat in the passenger’s seat in his truck. He made you join him on a run. “You really need to keep those jokes to yourself.” Negan smiled. “You fucking love them!”

“I really don’t.” Negan laughed. “Then why do you smiled every time I tell you one?” “Because you’re stupid!” Negan smiled and reached out and slapped your thigh. “You asshole!” You laughed, shoving his shoulder.

Rick began singing the rhyme that was so familiar to Negan as he pointed the bat at everyone on their knees. Every time the bat was pointed at Negan, he would smirk his trademark smirk. It reached his eyes and it drove Rick crazy.  

“Eeny, meeny, miny.. moe.. catch.. a tiger… by its toe.. if he hollers. let him go… My mother.. told me.. to pick.. the very best one.. and you… are…!” Suddenly the world around Negan came crashing down

.Rick spun around and hit the bat against your legs. Your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. The barbwire dug into your legs. Rick jerk the bat away from your legs, causing the write to rip your jeans and skin. You screamed out in pain.

You looked at Rick, your eyes filled with fear. Rick had tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry…” With that, he raised the bat above his head as Negan jumped up. Jesus and Daryl grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled him back.

Negan began fighting against him. The world felt like it was going in slow motion. Negan was trying to pull himself free as you looked at him. Tears were falling fast down your face. 

Negan screamed at Rick, begging him to stop. You looked up at Rick the bat still risen about his head. “Please…Rick, Not like this. Don’t…Don’t kill me like this.”

Rick was your best friend. Although some would argue that right now should prove that he wasn’t. But you understood why. He was going to show Negan just how it felt to have someone you loved taken away from you.

It had made sense to you now. Everyone this morning was hugging you, kissing your forehead, giving you sad looks. Everyone knew what was going to happen. Everyone but you…

Slowly Rick brought the bat down. Everyone watched. Rick let the bat drop from his hand before he reached for his gun.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to focus on your breathing. You began crying as you listened to Negan screaming and fight against Jesus and Daryl.
No one else in the lineup moved they just watched as Rick pointed the gun at your head.

“Please! Rick! God fucking damn it! Just fucking don’t! Kill me! Not them! Please, Rick! I’m begging you! Fuck! Just please!”

Rick closed his eyes as his finger wrapped around the trigger. “Rick!” Tears rolled down your cheeks. Negan fought harder, shoving and pulling at them. “RICK!” 


You took a deep breath as Rick cocked the gun. “Rick…Please!” You dug your fingers into the dirt beneath your hands. Blood was rushing from your legs, tears from your eyes, incoherent words from your mouth.

“RICK!” The gun shot rang. 

Negan’s body went slack, Jesus and Daryl lowered him to the ground. Negan sat on his knees, tears building up faster in his eyes. 

Rick took a step back from your lifeless body. He turned around and faced Negan. Rick tilted his head. “I’m sure we’ll see you again…But it won’t be for a pick up.”

Rick grabbed Negan but his chin. “Be glad I didn’t make you watch me beat the holy hell out of ‘em.”

With that, Rick shoved his face away and walked away from him. He knew Negan was going to want your body. He wasn’t going to take everything from him.

As Rick walked away, everyone in the group slowly followed, giving one last look at you. Whether they wanted you dead or not, it was a message to Negan. It was one of the hardest choices that they ever had to make.

Negan walked over to your body on his knees. He pulled you up into his arms. Tears rolled off his face and onto you. Negan buried his face into your neck and cried. One hand clenched your jacket, then other cupped the back of your head.

Slowly Negan began rocking you back and forth. “I’m so sorry…Fuck…I’m so sorry.” Negan cried harder, anger and hate being replaced with grief and pain.
“I’m sorry.”

You walked beside Negan. He was giving you a once over of the factory. You honestly didn’t care what it looked like or what was here. You weren’t going to be his wife. Not even if he had room made out of gold.

“And this here is my favorite room in the whole place!” Negan said as he opened a door. You stepped closer and look in. “It’s just a closet. I don’t-” Suddenly you were shoved in the small closet. 

You spun around just in time to see Negan shut the door behind himself. “What the fuck! Let me out of here!” You said, giving him a shove.
“Not until you ask why this is my favorite room.” You sighed. “Fine. Why is this your favorite room?”

“Because this is where we had our first kiss.” You looked up at him in the little bit of light coming from under the door. “W-what?” Negan wrapped and arm around your waist gently. 

“Yeah…Our first kiss was here. Remember?” You shook your head. “You want me to refresh your memory?” Slowly you nodded your head.

Negan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours. It took you a second until you started kissing him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as both of his arms wrapped around your waist.

Negan gently placed your body in the back of the truck. Simon tried to help him but Negan had yelled at him not to touch you or him. Dwight stood at the front of the truck, Lucille held tightly in his hands.

Part of your jeans and skin were stuck in the wire. Dwight couldn’t look at it. He couldn’t look at the spot where Rick had shot you.

Although you didn’t know Dwight all that much, you were always kind to him. He considered you a friend.

Simon stood at the passenger side of the truck. His eyes locked on the spot where a walker was stumbling over to the blood. 

He knew what you meant to Negan. He knew that Negan loved you like no other. He knew that Negan would have happily taken your place tonight. He would have happily died so you could’ve live.

Negan pulled the blanket over your face. He closed his eyes tightly before shutting the tailgate. He walked over to the diver’s side of the truck. He looked around, your old group was gone.

Negan slid into the truck as Dwight got into the back of the truck by your body. Negan started the truck and slowly began to pull away and once he hit road, he pressed harder down on the pedal. Rick was going to pay. One way or another.

Negan buttoned his jeans and began lacing his belt through the loops. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder blade. Negan hummed. “Don’t get me hard again. You need to start heading back before the Scooby gang comes looking.”

You released him from the hold and then hit his back. “Oh shut up! We aren’t anything like them! Anyway they know I come out to this house! How to you think I knew about this place…I use to come out here to get away from everyone.”

Negan turned around and raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you have a bedroom to get away from everyone?” You shrugged as you shimmed your jeans over your hips. “Yeah. It’s just not the same…Sometimes you just need space away from the ever bustling walls.” 

Negan pulled his shirt over his head just as you had. Quickly he grabbed you and pulled you in for a rough, quick kiss. “Mm…”

You pulled your thick rough wool coat on just as Negan opened the front door. “Shit. I need to grab my gun from the bedroom floor.” 

Negan walked out to his truck and slid into it drivers side. 

When you came out he looked at your in the rearview mirror and smiled. Your hair tussled, your belt buckle was crooked, your zipper front jacket wasn’t zipped right, and he was pretty sure your shirt was on backward. 

You walked over to his window and leaned in, kissing him on the lips. “Drive safe.” You whispered, laughing. Negan smiled. 

“You should probably fix your shirt.” 
Glancing down you seen what a mess you looked like. “Of fuck.” You said laughing. “Go. I’ll catch up with you next week.” Quickly you kissed him again and stepped back. “See ya around, baby doll.”

Negan sat beside your grave, carving your name into a hunk of wood. Daryl was walking towards the house he knew you were always at. Sometimes it was like you lived there. 

Daryl stopped at the tree line as he seen Negan sitting next to what he was assuming was your grave. Daryl stood there quietly as he watched Negan carve into the wood. 

Negan stood up and began hammer together two pieces of wood into a cross. Once he stuck it in the head of your grave, he took a step back.

Daryl frowned. He didn’t want you to die. He was one of the only one’s that was truly against it. He fought and argued with Rick. As he could tell, it did nothing. 

Daryl was coming out to your little hideout in hopes of getting some peace of mind. Knowing that when you were here you were happy.

Negan wiped away a few tears that seem to fall from his eyes without him noticing. “I failed you. I fucking failed you, Y/N. I promised you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you…and I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve fought harder.” Tears were welling up in his eyes again. “I love you…I should’ve told you. I should’ve said it back to you….I love you.”

You jumped when Negan threw Lucille roughly against the couch you were sitting on. You watched Negan paced in front of you. “I don’t understand how this is happening!” He yelled. 

“Rick said that they were planning an attack. I know I shouldn’t tell you, but at the same time, I couldn’t not tell you. Rick didn’t say exactly when it was going to happen.” You said, pulling your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them.

“I’m going to murder him! I’m going to beat the holy fucking fuck out of him! He’ll never see it coming!” You shook your head. “Please don’t. He’s my best friend!”

Negan stopped pacing and slowly turned towards you. “And what am I!? Huh!” You flinched as he yelled. “Negan, you know I didn’t mean it like that. Come on!”
He clenched his jaw. 

“No, I don’t! So please explain it!” You looked at him. “I’m not picking his side, nor am I picking yours. You both mean the world to me. I’ve been with him since the beginning. You I….I love you.”

Negan’s face went from one of anger to shock. “What?” You stood up, wrapped your arms around his waist and said it again. “I love you.”

Instead of saying it back or kissing you, he pushed you away and took a step away. “Negan, I-” He cut you off. “I gotta go. I need to plan for an attack.” He stepped around you and grabbed Lucille. 

“Negan. Please…I..” Negan walked out the front door, shutting it behind him. He didn’t even kiss you goodbye.  He did nothing.
“I love you. I really do…” You whispered, wiping tears away from your eyes.

“I know you’re probably sick of me coming here…But I guess I just needed to see you again. It’s been three mouths since you… Anyway. I got you some daisies. I hope you like them.” Negan crouched down and place the flowers on your grave.

“You told me that you didn’t want me to kill Rick. So as if it was your dying wish…I won’t kill him. As for anyone else in that fucking group, I can’t promise you that. He’ll pay for what he fucking did to you. You said you didn’t want him to die. You never said I couldn’t chop off his fucking hands.”

Negan stood up and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I miss you. Today would’ve marked our first year together…Crazy huh? Who would have thought a year has passed since our first kiss. Fuck…I miss you. I miss your smile so much.”

Negan followed behind you. “Where the fuck are you taking me. I hope you aren’t coming out here to kill me because I’ll be fucking pissed if I die.”
You looked over to him. Negan saw the smile spread across your face. 

He loved they way every time you would smile around him it would reach your eyes. 

Although he would never say, he needed your smile at times like he needed air. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not killing your ass…not yet.” 

Negan quickly grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you into him. You laughed as you gripped his arms. “Negan!”

He laughed. “How ‘bout we fuck right here, right now. I’ll take you against that tree and make you attract a bunch of fucking dead fucks. Hmm? How ‘bout that?”

“Negan! No! Come on! Let’s get to my secret place and then we can frick frack there…” You smiled and wiggled your eyebrows. 

Negan’s eyes went dark before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. “Let’s fucking go.”

You laughed and wiggled in his grip. “You don’t even know where it is!” Negan slapped your ass hard. “I’ll find it and if I don’t…then I’ll just do as I said I would.”

Negan laid sat on the small full-size bed in the house. His eyes locked onto the small Polaroid he took of you. 

You stole it from Spencer’s house and brought it here so you could take a photo of him…

You waved the camera around. “Look what I took from Spencer’s house!” You smiled at Negan. He was laying in the bed, clothes discarded on the chair in the corner. 

Negan got there before you and thought he would make it easier for you to have access to him. The sheet was only covering his dick.

Nothing else, it wasn’t covering his whole bottom half. Nope. Just his dick. You brought the camera up to your eye.

“Pose for me!” You said, laughing and smiling.Negan smirked at you. “Only if you do the same for me.” You quickly nodded your head. 

Negan probed his arm behind his head, crossed his ankles and smiled hugely. The flash went off and waited for the photo to come out. 
“I bet I could’ve been on a magazine with that photo!”

You set the camera and photo down before shrugging your coats off and kicking your boots off.

You climbed into the bed and then on top of him. You folded your arms on his chest and resting your chin on them. It was quiet for a few moments between the both of you. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked. “Just how I’m shocked that you haven’t ripped my clothes off already.” Negan laughed. “Well, we aren’t fucking till I get my photo.”

Your face flushed. “Don’t be getting shy around me. You got one of me. I want one of you.” You buried your face into his chest and mumbled something he couldn’t hear. 

“Come again, Baby Doll?” You looked up at him. “You can’t show it to anyone else. It’s just for you. No one else.” He smiled. “Well of course. Ain’t no one seeing this beauty of a body. It’s mine, all mine.”

Now that’s a great photo in his mind, but it wasn’t his favorite……

Negan pulled his jeans over his hips as you lay sleeping in bed. You laid on your back, your t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, the quilt bunch up around your waist.

Negan watched you for a moment. How he wished he could scoop you up and take you back with him and never let you leave. 

But he couldn’t. This had to be enough. There was no other way for you two to be together without your group knowing.

Gently he brushed your hair away from your face before grabbing the polaroid from the dresser. He brought the camera to his face and snapped a photo of you sleeping. 

You shifted in your sleep, but when Negan cupped your cheek and gently stroked it, you soon fell back into a peaceful sleep.

Negan pulled his hand away and finished dressing. He tucked the photos in his jacket pocket. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

He brushed his forehead against yours before standing to his full height and looking at you once again before he left.

Negan looked at the photo of you sleeping. “If I just made you come back with me…if I made you live at the factory..You wouldn’t have been there. You wouldn’t have died.”

Negan remembers the day so well. He fought and argued with you for a whole car ride about coming and living with him.

“It’s not going to happen.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. “Why fucking not?!” “Because it’s bad enough that my group knows I’ve been fucking you, I can’t leave them! I have to show some type of loyalty!”

“You lost any loyalty to them when you got into bed with me, sweetheart.” Silent fell between you. “I want you to come back with me. You’ll be happy there. I’ll be fucking happy with you there. We’ll be happy together.” 

“We don’t get to be happy in this life, Negan. We get to live! That’s it. If we find someone that gives a small amount of happiness, we shouldn’t take that for granted and demand more.”  

“I’m not demanding more! I want you to be with me! I’m sick and fucking tired of getting a few hours with you!” He yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

“I want you in my bed at night! I want to fucking wake up next to you! I want to be able to fuck you wherever and whenever you want! I want you by my side!”

“You don’t think I want that?! You don’t think I want to be by your side every fucking day!? I do! But I’m not going to ask for more than I can get because that’s when shit is taken away!”

“If I had…Just made you, forced you-”

“They wouldn’t have loved ya they way they did.” Negan’s head whipped in the direction of the voice. Daryl stood there, looking at his hands.

“Y/N loved you so much…They must’ve had fifteen photos of you in their dresser. Rick made me clear they room out…I thought you might like these.” Daryl walked further into the room and placed a backpack on the end of the bed.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. They loved ya…and they knew you loved them. Ya might not have said it back, but they knew…”

Daryl left then. Negan didn’t get up and beat the shit out of him like he thought he would or how he would if it was Rick. 

Negan grabbed the bag and pulled it near him.  

He unzipped the bag and began looking through it. Right on top was a sweatshirt. Negan pulled it out and unfolded it. He brought it to his nose and inhaled it. It still smelt like you. 

He never knew how much he loved they way you smelt until just now. Negan put the sweatshirt to the side and pulled out the next thing. A book. Your favorite book. Next thing was a red wooden box. 

When he opened it he found many things. Bracelets, a neckless and a ring. A few photos of him and you were in the bottom with a small torn piece of paper. He looked at it and see “First Page Red Notebook.” written in messy handwriting.

Negan looked through the backpack until he found the red notebook. He opened the book and found a letter, to him with two rings taped to the bottom.


You have made my life heaven and hell all in one place. You did something that still hurts me, yet you somehow made me fall in love with you. I would never have thought I would fall for a guy like you. I hated you. You took people from me that left holes in me. Yet at the same time, you managed filled those holes.

I love you. Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. You didn’t pull the trigger. Or swing the bat, or let the walker eat me. Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. I know it. You wouldn’t let it happened. You would fight with everything in you. I know. You told me so.

I’m writing you this letter so you know even in the afterlife I still love you. That in the afterlife I’m watching over you, talking shit to Glenn and Abraham. They aren’t too pleased with you.

If you ever doubt that I loved you…at the bottom of this letter will be two rings I found on a run. I was going to give them to you if you ever wanted to truly get married.

I wish I was still there by you. I wish I could kiss your dumb face. But most of all, I wish I could still tell you that I love you. I miss you, Negan.

Yours forever, Y/N.

Negan jerked away. You were staring at him, shock was written on your face. “Negan! Hey, it’s okay!” He looked at you, his face twisting up in confusion as he sat up. “You’re…You’re here…I thought you…I thought you died…I-”

“I know. You were screaming in your sleep…You attracted a few of the dead.” You said, pointing towards the bedroom window where a few walkers began banging on it.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have told you about the fucking letter. I just wanted you to know if…that was all.”

“Come back with me. Please. Just…I…-” You kissed his lips, stopping him from talking. “Yes. I’ll come back with you. I’ll marry you. I’ll…do whatever you need me to…You were screaming for five minutes straight and then you were whimpering…”

“Rick killed you to get back at me…He shot you in front of me.” You cupped his face gently. “I’m alive. I’m fine.”

Negan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your closer to him. “I love you. I love you so much.”

You smiled against his side. “I love you too, Negan.”

Hey.. It’s me.

I don’t think you still remember me, or even what we used to be. It’s okay, I don’t blame you. So.. How have you been these years? You’re in University now so I guess you are very busy. With work, meeting new friends, catching up with old friends and ofcourse, your girlfriend. It’s okay, don’t feel bad. I am happy for you and that you are happy. You are happy, right?
I am writing this letter, because I never have gotten the chance to tell you how I feel about you and even about us. See, we were so young. 12, 13, 14, 15 and 16. We were friends for five years, but I think we really grew closer when we were both 14. Hey, do you still remember that day we went out to Mc Donald’s with our friends? Or that day I decided to take the long way home so we could talk a little more longer? Those were the fun times.
But soon I got too comfortable with you. You made me laugh and made me happy and I felt home. It was like I could be myself with you. My crazy self, my anxious self, all the hidden parts of me, I wanted to open up to you. But I couldn’t. I always hid myself, for as long as I could remember. I never wanted anyone to know what was really behind my mask. So it was like a war in my head. And you knew.
And you saw the mess that I am.
You saw parts of me that weren’t truly me and you saw what was behind this broken mask. I was like a puzzle made of thousand pieces. And I was hoping, you would solve it. But I never wanted you to find out how my soul fell in love with you. You were my safe haven, yeah, I guess you still are. I watched you, falling for other girls. I was rooting for you, because that is what friends do, right? But boy, I was praying and praying it would never work out between you and them. It made me feel so guilty, but it didn’t matter. By the time I could call you my best friend, I was already loving you in more ways than I know.
I watched silently from the sidelines, I always had. I don’t think you have even known that I was so in love with you. And yet, maybe you did notice it and chose to ignore it.
I know you’re not that kind of guy who would make a big deal out of it and that is what I loved so about you. I was the thunder and you the silent rain. You complete me, and fuck, if only I could describe how beautiful you are to me.
I am sorry this message is a mess, but I guess you never expected anything else from me. I love you and I think the whole purpose of this was to tell you I am in love with you. I love you and I miss you and I want you. My heart is aching for you but I can’t do anything because you are in love with her. You love her just like I love you and the thought of you loving her the way I love you, is enough for me to stop loving you.
But I am sorry, I just love you. I love you when we were 12 and I still love you. I know, it’s pathetic, it’s useless to love you but my heart chose you. But I accept it, and even if I don’t, it’s none of my business between you and her. But this is not about you and her, it’s about us. Only today, I want to talk about us. Let me at least tell you that I have been in love with you. You are the most, most, most, most beautiful human I have ever met and I thank Heaven for placing me on earth with you. I am so blessed and so happy and grateful for you. You are the most, most, most beautiful being in this whole Universe and I know you will never believe it and neither will I. I never thought I could adore someone this much.
And I know, you will never return these feelings for me and I know that even if we were still friends, you would’t fight for us. It was me who left you, because you wouldn’t stay anyways. The more I grew closer to you, the more I distanced myself away from you. Do you know how I hated myself for that? I had to leave you because the thought of you leaving me would crush my whole world. I would rather regret leaving you than to live with that pain in my heart. I am sorry for ruining our friendship like this, but at that time, I had no choice.
I know, you don’t even care about me anymore and I am happy at least one of us is moving on. I know, maybe one day, I will forget you but for now you are one of the most painful memories I bear in my heart.
It was never your fault and I know, it is not my fault either. I believe we were just a chapter in each other’s lives, but somehow, you became my whole story.
I hoped this message would be a goodbye but I don’t want to lie or hide anything anymore. This is a message to tell you that I love you and I fucking love you so much. And I still do. And I always will. Even if you forgot about me, it’s okay. You are happy and that’s enough for me. As long as you are happy and the empty parts in your heart are filled, I am happy. I am happy for you.

Second Home - S.M

Shawn sat in the centre of the stage, the show didn’t start for another couple of hours but he always came super early. He loved coming to look at the arenas. He loved seeing where he was performing. I was lying next to him on the stage. He looked down at me suddenly and I could see he was still churning with rage over what had happened earlier today with that guy.

“hey, you okay?” I placed my hand on his knee and he put his over mine. He didn’t answer me though. “what are you thinking?” I asked softly. He laid down next to me grabbing my hand as he went.

“I’m just thinking you have really soft hands” he put a smile on his face but I knew it was forced.

“Shawn” I said with a hint of warning in my tone.

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You’re my favorite song

Prompt: This by Ed Sheeran? Or lucky by Jason Mraz? For the song imagines?

A/N: I love those songs, and I couldn’t decide for one, so I made a mashup, sort of. Send requests, I hope you like this one. Sorry for the crappy title. 

Warnings: fluff.


I’m not a funny girl, I just say stuff. On the other hand, I’m quite clumsy and very spontaneous. Those abilities were part of the decision of giving me a radio show. I had worked hard for it, I loved the idea of being part of the laughs in the middle of the rush hour. I liked make people happy.

“Hey, babe, how’s it going?” Chris asked. I smiled. This man made my clumsiness and fan girl goes from zero to one thousand. He was just getting home after a long, long press tour. Well, it was two weeks that felt like forever.

“I’m still at work. Missing you. And also about to go crazy because today’s guest decided to cancel” I sighed. I heard his amusing laugh.

“Hey, it’s not funny! I have thirty minutes or less to get someone in the show. I should actually hang up. I’ll see you in a bit, because I’m going to lose my job, yay! Love you”

“You’re crazy, woman. I love you too”. After that, I started to scroll on my contacts list. Shit. I was so screwed.

“Y/n? We have someone, he’s going to be here soon” my producer told, I sighed.

“That’s good! Who am I going to introduce?” he smiled.

“Chris Evans”


“You set me up!” I told him when I saw him walking on the studio. He didn’t pay attention to my complaining. He grabbed me and kissed me. it was one of those kissed. Where your jead goes backward, his hands around my waist. He smiled against my lips. Yep. It was one of those kiss that takes you back to life.

“I missed you so much, I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Can you blame a man that it’s so in love?” I smiled and put my arms around his neck. I was so hypnotized by him.

“Of course not” he leaned and almost touch my lips.

“On air in one minute” I heard someone. He kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. This was going to be interesting.


“And that was the amazing Adele, I’m such a fan. But you already knew that since I play in every block. Also, there’s someone that knows that, our today’s guest, the one and only, just like Adele’s song, Chris Evans. Welcome, captain” I said. He laughed.

“Thank you for having me and I do. I know that. God” he sighed “I know that” he repeated and we both laughed.

“Hello, everyone, this is y/n in the company of Chris Evans who turns out to have another blockbuster” I added and the phones started to ring like crazy.

“It’s not a big deal. But it’s a great movie. You should go to watch it”

“Oh, I’d love to, but my boyfriend’s never here, can you believe that? I can’t go to the movies without him”

“Bastard!” he replied.

“Alright, Chris, let’s take a call. Hello, this is y/n and Chris Evans”

“Oh my God, you’re like the cutest couple ever, you’re relationship goals forever” a girl said almost too fast. Was she even breathing?

“Well, have you seen her? She’s got the cutest on her own, I just smile” Chris spoke. I felt an “aww” running through my body.

“I agree. What’s your name, doll?”


“Hello, Sara” we both said.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe this” she started again and Chris laughed.

“To make it more believable, ask anything you’d like to know” I added. I admired Chris, even when he was sitting a bit away from me, he was in the right spot to be looked at. He was wearing his Boston cap, old jeans and grown beard.

“How did you realize you were in love with her, Chris?” I wide-opened my eyes.

“Yeah, Chris? How did you?” I cheered and put my elbow in the table and used my hand as support for my face.

“That’s easy. She was making pancakes. I remember that day. I got straight to her home after a while of being away. We never missed communication. We always talked on the phone and in one conversation, I told her that I wanted to bad pancakes. So, when I got to her place. She’d invited me for dinner. And that was our dinner. I loved how she was dancing while cooking. I felt like I could watch that forever, you know? And knowing that she’d take care of me through the smallest details was just wonderful” I was looking at him while I held my breath. I remembered that moment. We were friends back then. He was just getting started with the whole Captain America phenomenon.

“Oh, my God! That’s like the sweetest story ever, guys, congratulations”

“Thank you!” we spoke at the same time.

“Alright, I bet you still have a lot of questions, but let’s move to the music. Here’s Ed Sheeran with his newest hit, we’ll be back, don’t move!” the on air sign turned off. I sighed. I stood up just to kiss Chris. I heard a bunch of awwws and I smiled against his lips.

“I didn’t know”

“That’s how I remember you when I’m away”

“That happened when we were best friends” I added. He smiled.

“I know, it’s funny, huh? I guess I realized how happy and lucky I was to have you in my life even when I was overseas, but I confirmed it that very moment” I kissed him and got back to my place when I saw the signs of my producer.

“And we’re back as I promised. Here’s Chris Evans as my secretary, so make your calls, let’s see who’s on the line, hello?” I spoke fast.

“Hello, this is Anna”

“Hey, Anna? How are you?” Chris asked.

“Great, I can’t believe I’m talking to you!”

“Well, you are!” he laughed and settled on his chair. His hand ran through his beard. He was playing with a bottle of water.

“But, the question is for y/n” I threw my hands in the air.

“Ha! In your face, Evans. Shoot, Anna” I laughed while I looked at Chris.

“What is like being in love with Chris Evans?” I thought my answer.

“Well, it’s very easy. Before getting into this relationship, we had a friendship, so we already knew all the crap that makes relationships fall apart. And he is different from most men I know. I realized that this is what actually feels like falling in love. He has shown me when someone cares, that love it’s not only about making sacrifices. It’s taking risks together, growing together, and being silly together. He’s easy to love. And come on! Have you seen him?” I laughed.

“Anna?” he questioned. “I’m going to kiss my girlfriend, because I love how corny she is and how red her cheeks are turning” now, he stood up and kissed.

“You’re so sweet!” she screamed.

“Thank you, hope you call soon, honey!” I added. God. This was so crazy. But I knew something for sure. He was my mate. My better half.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just love you” I said “and I just said that on air. Let’s go to commercials, we’ll be back with the newest, coolest, Adelest hits.”

“I love you too!” Chris screamed before we were off air.

Bellarke fandom

I love you guys, all of you. I love the fact that I’m you’re so hyped before each episode even if the previous one get our hopes down. I love the meta writers who keep our hopes up and our mind sane. I love the energy that there still is after four year and that it never fails. I love that right our hopes are based on minutes of a song and a glance in a sneak peak. I love the fact that you fight so hard on pools to get recognition for our little cinnamon roll children. I love all honesty of you: those who contributes to the fandom by doing gifs (which I live on), the talented people who writes or draw, and so many others. But I also love the people who can’t do shit (like me 😝) but who are still so important because you make up the fandom, you read, you react, you fangirl and fanboy on. I guess what I wanted to say is I am proud to be a part of the bellarke fandom and the energy and hope and craziness you bring to our fandom. I don’t know who’s going to read this or if it’s going to be noticed, but know that I love you for being a part of this dramatic af fandom. You’re gold. And thank you for everyone who made me laugh.

Sorry For Loving You

Word count:991

Based on ‘California king bed’  (nonny I hope this is, at least close to what you wanted, I did my best)

Kai has always been the one who was closed to the world, keeping things to himself. Even when you started dating him, he was still kinda closed. Things had to be dragged out of him, reassuring him that he can tell you everything because you were there for him and loved him no matter what. Even in his bad days, you knew it would get better.

But things have changed. There was many more fights between you two than before and you konda grew apart. Became more distant. It was like he was avoiding you and that hurt you. A lot. There was a lot of things je was hiding from you and even though you begged him to tell you, to open up to you, he refused. There were times where he would barely kiss you or hug you, times where you would lock yourself in the bathroom and cry your eyes out, knowing this might be the end of your relationship with Kai.

You stormed to the living room only to find Kai sitting on the couch and watching TV. He was completely ignoring you, avoiding eye contact and when you tried to touch him, he seemed like he was not bothered about that at all. Even after a few minutes of you standing beside him, he still wouldn’t want to look at you so you turned the TV off, Kai’s annoyance clearly visible because of the way he rolled his eyes at you.

‘Ok, what are we doing, Kai?’ You asked him, trying to stay calm and not showing any kind of weakness.

‘Talking, I guess.’ He muttered standing up and wanted to walk away from you, but you stopped him by grabbing his hand making him turn around.

'Why are you like this? What are we even doing with this relationship?’ Kai rolled his eyes again, which hurt you even more and made you think how he doesn’t care about you and love you anymore. Tears were fighting to roll down your cheeks, but you suppresed them and took a deep breath.

'It’s just a normal relationship. We’re like any other couple.’ He trailed off, clearly not knowing what else to tell you. He had no idea how much his actions hurt you and how much it made your not only heart, but your whole body ache.

'It’s not a normal relationship, Kai. Not anymore.’ You said, your voice becoming more inaudible than before, your eyes watering.

'What are you talking about?’ It was like he wasn’t aware of the way he acted the last couple of weeks. It made you think that maybe he was never aware of his behaviour.

'You really want me to explain? Well, how about this, you don’t talk to me as much as before, it’s like whenever I talk about something, you get bored and don’t want to listen to me or how everytime I want to kiss you or hug you, it’s like you’re disgusted by my touch. I can’t explain to you how much that hurts. I’ve been working my ass off to fix this relationship but I can’t do this on my own. I see you don’t care about me anymore and if you want to end it, just tell me. ’ His eyes finally found yours, tears stained your cheeks. Getting this of your chest was what you wanted to do for a very long time, but even that didn’t help. You still felt like every part of your body was hurting.

'Is that what you really think?’


'Let me tell you something. I love you more than my own life. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me but the reason I was like this was because I thought you got sick of me. Seeing you with another guy, laughing, made me think I wasn’t good enough for you. Maybe you really are better off without me.’ Kai trailed off and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You weren’t sad anymore. You were more pissed off than sad and it was driving you crazy. All you wanted to do was scream at him.

'That’s bullshit and you know it! Do you think I would go for someone else? I have you and that’s enough, but if you think we don’t belong to eachother just because you think you’re not good enough for me then so be it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, putting you through all of this when you didn’t want it. I’m sorry, for loving you with all my heart.’ You stated and turned around, wanting to walk away and just when you were sure Kai wouldn’t come after you, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, pressing his body against yours and placed your hands on his chest, right where his heart is.

'Just stop it. Stop talking. I freaking love you and I would never let you go. I was an idiot and the biggest douche, but only because I’m head over heels for you. I thought it would be easier to let you go if I did all those things, but it only made me want you more. I can’t imagine not having you by my side and no matter what you say or do, I’m not letting you go.’

His eyes were unbelievably blue, focused only on you, taking your breath away. Tears started rolling down your cheeks, realizing how much you love Kai and despite every bad thing in your relationship, he still made you the happiest person in this world and you couldn’t imagine what would it be like if you had to let him go. He cupped your face and pressed his lips onto yours, feeling them after a really long time made you feel complete again. Kai was everything you’ve ever wanted. There might be times when you would have to let Kai go, but this was not it. Not yet.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really love your writing. I was wondering if you could write the RFA+V+Saeran and ballerina!MC? (I lowkey want to see what happens if she comes home late with crazy stage makeup on. I mean, wouldn't that be hilarious--)

I’ve made a post about ballerina!MC before, this’ll be like a part two of some sort


i swear zen’s been in crazy makeup once at least because of one play that acquired more stage makeup than usual

“hey babe <3, welcome ho-jSUS CHRIST AJHSHJASJAG

• he’d have a mini-heartattack before bursting out laughing bc oh silly me this is how you probably felt when he came home in crazy makeup

• asks if you had a good day and if you wants some tea or whatever. Some chill time ensues, maybe massages. Those are great


• falls off the couch he was sitting on and stares into the roof is this my fate, is this how my life ends

• you end up cry-laughing because the launch off he did off the couch was magical and so was his expression. You tell him to hold on and makes your way to the bathroom to wash the makeup off

• you guys end up having a good laugh as you cuddle on the couch and talk about both of your days 

• “Please try not to do that again- I don’t think i will survive another surprise” 


• she greets you at the door with her cup of coffee and ends up gracefully spitting it out and kinda half-coughing 

• you took her by surprise and she took you by surprise. Where’s the towels… Coffee spills everywhere 

• both of you ends up giggling as you clean up the stains and after you wash of the makeup she kisses you

• you make a vow to try not to do that again  


“Hello love, did you have a good day? Want me to fill the bathtub for you?” he asks as he leans in to kiss you

jumin pls don’t kiss me like this, not like t his

• isn’t really phased about the matter of makeup occupying your face, just very curious- what kind of performance are you needed to wear THIS much makeup 

• you tell him as you both enjoy a nice warm bath together uwu


• “wHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE U DOING IN MY HOUSE” so dramatic. goes down on one knee and is all “When will my lover return from war”

• you kiss his cheek and he gets a kiss mark from your lips he giggles like a high schooler in love. 

• after the makeup is washed off and your face feels fresh and light you two crash on the couch cuddling and watching a movie because according to seven that’s the routine after coming home

• he wants to know all about the upcoming performance and what kinds of costume you wear to match the makeup 


he can’t see

• he goes in for a kiss but you stop him or else it’ll get smeared on him too, he touches your cheek and can feel that hey, this is not how your skin usually feels. V is v v confused lol

• you laugh a bit and explains that you have a shitton of makeup on you and you need to wash it off before the kiss 

• he wants to know how crazy it is and you explain the color schemes to him, he giggles. Sounds very crazy to him but he loves you either way- with or without makeup



• you scared him. are u happy now- be glad he didn’t drop his bowl of ice cream

• you tell him you’re sorry between your laughs and even though he looks really pouty he can’t stop that little smile from crawling its way to his lips. You silly 

• “What kind of performance is this for even? Who the heckle needs tHIS much makeup??? I don’t get it”

What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader [Taehyung is a main character as well]

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 4k+

Part 5/?

Warnings - Sexually Explicit Content (Y/n Is a stripper)

A/n - I edited this but didn’t save it so I’m posting it unedited. Also there are mentions of drug abuse in this part. Thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven  Part Eight

As I drove home from my date with Jungkook I couldn’t help but smile. I found myself recalling the events of the day. It had been a while since I had been on a date, and although I wasn’t single It felt like I was when I was with Jungkook. He was funny, he was caring and charming and he made me forget about all of the burdens of life. I wondered if people thought I was crazy when they looked into my car window and saw me laughing to myself as I thought about the cute little things that Jungkook had did during our time together.In the little time that I had spent with Jungkook, I was starting to notice the little traits he had.

I thought about him the entire drive to my destination, and as I pulled up to Zoe’s apartment I finally brought myself back to reality. I was visiting Zoe because I hadn’t heard from her in a while and Tae didn’t tell me how he interview had went. I had totally forgotten to text her and warn her that I was coming, but I didn’t think she would mind either way.

I walked up the stairs to Zoe’s apartment and knocked on the door. I could hear distinctive noise as I waited, it sounded like a child was crying. I rang the bell just in case she hadn’t heard my knock and waited a while but still no answer. I started to worry about her as the crying persisted so I tried to open the door. It was unlocked so I took it upon myself to enter.

“Zoe?” I called as I walked into the apartment. I got no response so I walked around looking for her. I followed the sound of the baby crying and walked into the room that it was coming from. To my shock the baby was lying on the floor. I immediately bent down to pick up her daughter who had vomit everywhere.

I held her in my arms to try and soothe her as I walked around to look for Zoe. I went through every room in the place but there was no sign of her. I entered the living room to discover white power on the table, which I first thought was baby powder but as I got closer I realized that It was cocaine.

The child was throwing up again and I was starting to get worried as she would not stop vomiting. I walked into the bathroom and took off her clothes trying to clean her up before pulling out my phone and calling her mother. I rang her phone several times but still no answer. I sat the baby down on her changing table to grab a diaper and a fresh pair of clothes from the drawer next to me and when I returned the baby appeared to be having convulsions.

“Oh my god.” I said as I took out my phone to call the police.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“There’s an infant here, shes having seizures, please send help quick.” I said panic evident in my voice.

“Ma'am are you the child’s mother?” The operator asked.

“No, i’m not. Her mother isn’t here.”

“What exactly is the child doing?” She asked.

I was now holding Mariah and she was vomiting again.

Oh my god hurry she’s throwing up again.“ I said as I started to cry and panic. I was very unfamiliar with children and extremely worried about Mariah. I knew infants could easily choke on their own vomit and her convulsions were making me a lot more nervous.

“Please try to call down. We are sending help now, will you stay with me on the phone until help arrives?” She asked.


The time that I waited on the emergency crew seemed to go on for forever. The operator told me that they were almost there and then my phone started to ding notifying me that I had a call on the other line, I looked and saw that it was Zoe.

“This is her mom calling me. Can I answer?” I asked.

“Yes go ahead and answer.”

“Hello Zoe? Where the hell are you right now?” I demanded.

“Im at a friend’s house whats up y/n?” She asked.

“Im at your house something is wrong with Mariah and the ambulance is on the way.” I said.

“The cops are coming? Y/n please go get rid of the coke that’s on my table. Hide it so that I won’t get in trouble.” She said.

“No, I am absolutely not hiding your drugs for you!”

“They aren’t mine they are my friend’s. Please y/n If I get sent to jail I’ll leave Mariah alone over this.” She begged.

“Fine, but are you on your way?”

“Im 30 miles away, I’ll meet you at the hospital.” She said.

I hung up with her and clicked back over to the operator who notified me that the police were almost here.

Holding Mariah in one hand and using my shoulder to hold my phone to my face I walked into the living room where the drugs were.

I put all of it in bags and then walked into the bathroom and flushed it all down the toliet. I then got rid of the plastic bags.

As I was finishing the police had finally arrived and I rode with them to the hospital.

I waited for a while as they took care of Mariah, my aniexty was through the roof. What if I was too late and she hadn’t made it?

About thirty minutes later, the doctor came out to speak with me.

“Are you the child’s mother?” He asked.

“No I was just babysitting her.” I said.

“Where are her parent’s? Have they been informed?”

“Yes and her mom is on her way.” I replied.

“Mariah experienced some head trauma which caused her convulsions. Did you notice when she fell out of her crib?” He asked.

“No I must have been distracted.” I said.

“She also appears to be malnutritioned. Please let her parent’s know that we will have to get Child Protective Services involved and they may open a case.”

“Okay I understand. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine now but will be in the ICU for a few days.”

“Okay thank you so much doctor.” I said as he thanked me and walked away.

A nurse came out and asked me if I wanted to see Mariah. I walked t9 her room and stood outside looking at her threw the glass window.

She was only an infant who had no control over her life. Her mother had left her alone for god knows how long and she was suffering from malnutrition.

I started to feel anger deep inside of me because I hated to see children treated like that. I just hoped that she would be okay. I never expected Zoe to be the kind of person who didn’t take care of her kid.

I waited for Zoe in the waiting room and an hour later she came stumbling in. As she approached me I could already tell that she was under the influence.

“Zoe where the hell have you been?” I asked.

“I was at a friends. Is Mariah okay?”

“At a friends getting high while you left your daughter alone? She’s fine for now but CPS is getting involved. You may lose her!” I said raising my voice.

“Shh Y/n calm down.” She said as she pulled my hand and escorted me outside.

“I won’t calm down! You left an infant at home alone. She fell out of her crib, she’s malnourished, you should be glad she’s alive right now.” I yelled.

“Im sorry, I just - I didnt leave her alone for long. She was crying so much and I needed to get away. I just couldn’t take it.” She said grabbing ahold of my hand.

“That is no excuse! She is your child and you shouldn’t have left her alone. When was the last time you fed her?” I asked.

“Uh, before I left yesterday.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?! She’s been home alone overnight?”

“Its just been so hard. You have no idea what Im going through. Her father doesn’t want to be with me anymore. He won’t even be in her life.” She said.

“I don’t care about that. You are her mother and it’s your responsibility to take care of her. If you don’t want to maybe its best she be taken away from you.”

“How could you say that y/n, I love her.” She asked as she started to cry.

At this point I was far too upset to be moved by her tears.

“You love her but you allow her to be around drug abuse. What was up with all of that coke I found in your apartment?” I asked.

“My friend left it there. Did you put it up for me?”

“I flushed all of it down the toliet.”

“What? Why would you do that? Do you know how much that cost?” She says getting angry with me.

“Oh my god.” I said as I backed away from her. You are absolutely insane. That was your cocaine wasnt it? You have a drug problem don’t you?“ I asked demanding an answer.

“I can’t believe you threw it away! You need to pay me back for that.” She insisted.

“You are out of your mind. You know what I hope they take her away from you.” I said as I walked away from her.

Had she always been that person? Or was it because she was drunk and probably high? Did she even really care about her own daughter? She was not the same loving person I used to know.

Once I got in my car I was shaking. My breathing was rapid and I had tears of anger starting to surface. After five minutes of calming myself down, I took out my phone to call Tae.


“Tae, It’s me.”

“Do you need anything? I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He said.

“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hire Zoe. I’m at the hospital right now she left her baby alone to go get high.”  I told him.

“You went to see her again? Did she tell you anything?” Taehyung said.

“What do you mean? No she just said that shes been depressed because the baby’s father rejcted her.”

“Where are you?” He asked.

“I’m at the hospital right now.”

“Go home y/n, I don’t want you around her.” He demanded.

“Okay. When are you coming home?” I asked.

“I should be back by Monday.”


“Also I need you to work tomorrow night. A couple girls called in.” He said.

“Alright.” I said and we got off of the phone. I started the car and decided to head home.

I wanted to check on Mariah but I needed to make sure I was calm enough to visit again.

Once I got home I took a bath to relieve some of my stress and to try and relax. I stayed in the bath for a while than put on my pajamas and got in bed.

I pulled out my phone to check the time it was around nine and I had a text message from Jungkook.

The meeting with the author went amazing. Can’t wait to tell you the great news. How are you?

I’m so glad to hear that. I’m alright, just had a stressful evening.

Do you want to talk about it?

Yes, kind of.

Within a few seconds Junkook was ringing my phone. I answered and we talked for a while about what had happened. He said he was sorry that I had to be put in that stressful situation but was glad that the baby was okay.

I asked him if I should try and reach out to the Father some how. He told me that it may not be the best situation since I didnt know the father and he could be a danger to the child as well. He asked me if I gave the CPS my number just in case they had any questions and I told him I did.

He told me that I had did everything right in that situation and he was really making me feel better.

“So what should we do tomorrow? Maybe I’ll take you out to dinner.” He asked.

“Oh no, I totally forgotten our plans to see each other. Taehyung wants me to work tomorrow.” I said.

“Oh. It’s fine, we can see eachother next to I’m in town.” He replied.

“No, I really want to see you again.”

“Me too.”

“Would it be super weird if I asked you to come to the club?”

“No, it’s not like I haven’t done that before.” He said.

“Okay. Well I’ll make sure to get us a private room. Tae’s out of town so he won’t be suspicious at all.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight y/n.”

Jungkook’s POV

Originally posted by sugutie

Jungkook was in a really good mood. Not only did he have a great time with y/n yesterday he got offered an amazing job that he had always wanted. He was going to be seeing y/n again tonight and even though the strip club was not his preferred place to be, he was just happy that he would be able to spend more time with her before he headed home.

He pulled up to the club and walked in, y/n had reserved a room for the two of them so he went to look for her. It surprised Jungkook that every time he was at the club it was full of people. He wondered if it was always this busy or just when he was there. Either way he didn’t care he just wanted to see y/n.

He was just in time for her dance on stage and her named was called as she walked onto the stage. Jungkook was reminded of the time when they first met around a month ago. He remembered watching her on stage for the first time feeling extremely mesmerized by her body. He also felt a bit awkward looking at a girl that he didn’t know at all in that way.

Tonight though, something was different. She started her dance and all he could think about was how beautiful she was. She was graceful, she knew what she was doing and Jungkook found her to be extremely sexy. He smiled a bit, thinking about the fact that all of the guys in the club wanted her but it was him that shared a date with her at the fair.

The girl who was slowly taking off her clothes to expose herself was the same girl that Jungkook spent yesterday afternoon with. The girl who laughed at all of his corny jokes was now fully naked and Jungkook didn’t feel embarrassed at all, in fact he found himself enjoying her dance.

The crowd errupted with cheering and men showered her with money. Her dance was finally over and she walked off of the stage. Jungkook waited a while for her to come find him. He decided to grab a drink from the bar and around a half an hour later, He felt someone grab his arm. He turned around smiling assuming that it was y/n. The smile on his face faded when he realized that it wasn’t her.

“Hey there cutie, can I offer you a dance?” She said.

“No thanks.” Jungkook said smiling at the girl and then returning back to his drink.

“Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.” The girl said stroking her hand along Jungkook’s chest. She was practically throwing herself at him.

“Stephanie go find someone else, he is my client.” Jungkook heard y/n say as she approached the two of them.

The girl nodded and walked away to find her next guy to seduce and y/n greeted Jungkook.

“Hey. Sorry I took so long, I took a quick shower.” She said smiling at him.

“Hey beautiful, you were amazing up there.” He said.

“Really? I thought you weren’t into strippers.” She said.

“I’m not, but I am very into you.” He replied causing y/n to smile.

“Come on, let’s go.” She said grabbing his hand and leading him once again to the private rooms.

Once they got there y/n followed him in closing the door behind him. She closed it and spun around to face him.

“So you really though I did well tonight?” She asked,

“I thought you were great. I mean I really enjoyed every moment of it.”

“You know. I have a new dance I need to practice. Maybe I could practice on you?” She asked.

Jungkook thought about it for a moment and just the thought of y/n giving him a lap dance made his cock twitch. Y/n must have noticed his change in demeanor because she quickly retracted her suggestion.

“I’m sorry, I know you are uncomfortable with things like this, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, I want it.” He replied.

“What? Are you sure?” she asked still unsure about Jungkook’s feelings and he knew he had to make it clear what he wanted.

“There’s nothing more that I wan’t right now than a dance from you.” He simply stated.

Y/n smiled moving closer to Jungkook and then lightly pushing him down so that he was seated.

“I’ll be right back.” She said before walking out of the room. She came back a while later wearing a black trench coat. She dimmed the lights a little and played soft music.

She walked over to him turning around so that her back was towards him. She slowly started to take off her coat before throwing it aside. Jungkook noticed her body and how amazing her ass looked in the underwear that  she was wearing. She turned around slowly, letting Jungkook anticipate every moment. She finally faced him and he was trying hard not to show how turned on he was.

She walked closer to him and sat down on his lap so that she was straddling him. He bit his lip and she whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to take off my clothes?”

Jungkook couldn’t say the words but he nodded instead and Y/n removed herself from his lap and Jungkook immediately missed the contact. Her skin was so warm and he wanted her back on his lap again.

She turned around and started to remove her panties, slowly sliding them down her body as she bent down providing the perfect view for Jungkook. She lingered in that position for a moment. Jungkook was sure that she could tell how much he like that position. She finally stood up and started to sway to the music. She danced a bit for him and then walked over to him sitting in his lap again but this time she wasn’t facing him. Her back was facing him and she leaned back and started to grind on him very slowly.

She then turned around straddling him once again and started to grind on him and he could feel his member hardening with every movement. She then stopped the movements and started to take off her bra, dropping it on to the floor.

She was now sitting on Jungkook’s lap fully exposed to him. Her nipples were hard and he couldn’t tell if it was because she was cold or if she was enjoying this as much as Jungkook was. She was grinding harder now and Jungkook let out a low moan.

“That feels so good babygirl.” He finally said.

Y/n brought her lips up to his and hovered over them for a while as If she was contemplating if it was a good decision or not. She finally closed the distance and kissed him hard on the lips. She then moved from his lips to his neck and sucked on it for a while.

Jungkook didn’t know where to put his hands but he wanted to touch her so bad. He just wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

Against his better judgement he decided to touch her. Allowing his hand to find it’s way to the small of her back and pulling her in closer.

Y/n left his neck and returned back to kissing him this time biting on his bottom lip.

“I can feel you getting hard underneath me.” She said as she used one of her hands to stroke Jungkook’s clothed member.

“Do you like it when I touch your cock like this?” She asked.

Jungkook didn’t reply but instead disconnected his lips from hers and started to kiss her chest moving down slowly until he was at her breast.

He kissed it softly and then looked up up at y/n to make sure she was okay with that.

He took her nipple in his mouth and she threw her head back moaning at the feeling.

She moved herself from his lap and kneeled down on the floor in front of him.  She began to unbutton his pants but her actions were halted by the ringing of Jungkook’s phone.

She looked up at him and he decided he wouldn’t answer but the ringing continued.

“Maybe you should answer that.” She said.

Jungkook took his phone out to take the call it was the hotel that he was staying at.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked as she stood up and walked over to where her coat was.

“It was the hotel that I’m staying at. Someone messed up when scheduling my room and they need me to come and get my bags. Someone else needs my room for the night.” He said.

“What the heck. Do they have anymore rooms for you to stay in?”

“No they don’t and I’m worried that I won’t be able to find a room anywhere else. I may have to drive home tonight.” He said standing up and walking over to y/n who was no wearing her coat.

“But thank you so much for this, I really enjoyed it.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in closer. Y/n stroked his face with her hand before leaning up to kiss his lips.

“You don’t have to drive home tonight. You could spend the night with me. Tae is out of time and won’t be coming home until Monday night.” She suggested.

“Do you think that would be a good idea?” He asked.

“Yes, it’ll be fine. Come home with me.” She said.


((Ahahaha, man I know I’m on break but I’ve been dying to draw my favorite part of the latest part of CPAU.

@loverofpiggies I was laughing like crazy when I saw that and then grinning like an idiot at work after. This part made me so happy for so many reasons I couldn’t resist doing a redraw. I cant wait to see where it goes from there.))

Ariana Grande  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Could have been a mess, but I never went wrong.”
  • “Pain is just a consequence of love.”
  • “I’m stronger than I’ve been before.”
  • “I know your motives and you know mine.”
  • “I’ll be better off without you.”
  • “I just wanna break your heart right back.”
  • “This is the part when I say I don’t want ya.”
  • “It ain’t so funny when the joke’s on you.”
  • “I don’t care about it anymore.”
  • “I don’t wanna hide the way I feel when you’re next to me.”
  • “You know I’ll be saving my love for you.” 
  • “You don’t need to worry about making me crazy.”  
  • “I was on the lookout for someone to hate.”
  • “Now I laugh about the things that used to be important to me.”
  • “I should be wiser and realize that.”  
  • “'Cause you’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.”
  • “But some things are better left unsaid.”
  • “Somethin’ ‘bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.”
  •  I used to feel so obligated to be so much more.”
  • “Is it love when you cry, and cry, and cry?”
  • “And I feel like that everything we do is overdue.”
  • “I’ll take the pleasure, take it with the pain.”
  • “So catch up, 'cause you got an awful long way to go.”
  • “On a scale of one to ten, I’m at a hundred.”  
  • “I need to be the one who takes you home.”
Let Me Love You pt. 5 [End]

Summary: She never really looked at Bucky that way, but she just recently broke up with her ex-boyfriend and Bucky is more than willing to help her get her mind off of him. Maybe she would let him help, if only he would stop being so infuriatingly annoying for just one second. A five part mini-series based on Ariana Grande’s ‘Let Me Love You’

Word Count: 947 (so short, I’m sorry!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Unnamed female character

A/N: So this is the end. Thanks so much for reading. This will not be the last of me, I promise. So if you like what you read, maybe follow me for more? Hope you like it!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Originally posted by lancetucker

They hadn’t even made it out of the front door.

Steve, Wanda, Natasha, and Vision were all sat on the couches, watching television in the common room when the pair came into the room; laughing and holding hands, talking about some stupid cat video she had shown Bucky on YouTube. 

“Right, but imagine T’Challa.” She laughed, making Bucky throw his head back in laughter at the tiny kitten who was going crazy over a laser pointer.

Natasha was the first one to notice them. Her eyes dropped down to their linked hands and a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Next were Steve and Sam who shared a very, confused look. But then Sam whispered an ‘I told ya so’, to his best friend. Wanda and Vision just smiled, happy that they were no longer the only couple on the team.

“Where are you two going?” The voice belonged to Steve. It was his ‘dad-voice’ as she liked to call it. And she could practically see his face before she turned around. 

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It’s crazy how sometimes it just suddenly hits me how much I miss you. Like there’s nothing that reminds me of your laugh or your smile or some joke we made. Instead there’s only your absence that makes me realize how much I want you there. Every part of you. I can’t wait to see you again

Reblog if you'll always be a Classic Voltage Game girl

Now, let me clarify.

I started playing these games when Pirates in Love, Be My Princess, Seduced in the Sleepless City, In Your Arms Tonight, Love Letter from Thief X and My Forged Wedding were the only games that existed in English. (I don’t count A Knight’s Devotion or My Sweet Bodyguard because they were “new games” when I first started playing).

These games will always be the “Classic Voltage” games for me. I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with the new games and I’m glad Voltage has grown to these heights. It’s really spectacular and I’m so happy that the company has grown overseas.

I just…can’t help but have a deeper, more potent fondness for the old games.

With Be My Princess only having five side stories left to translate (the two birthday ones and three Christmas ones), I can’t help but feel like I’m saying goodbye to a part of myself. Sure, IYAT was my first Voltage game, but, BMP was the first game I got really invested in. Call me crazy, call me pathetic, call me anything, but these men were my boys. They made me cry, made me smile, made me laugh - I felt alive whenever I played it. I fully submersed myself in their world and I don’t think I ever really left the same person I was going in. I know I can always play the routes again and I will. I know I will. It’s just…really bittersweet. I hope Voltage creates more side stories for BMP because I think this game really was their #1 moneymaker.

The classic games that are being updated now are MFW, LLFTX, and IYAT. Some of these updates are way overdue (Hello IYAT) and some desperately need updates (Looking at you PIL and SITSC).

These games will always be my absolute favorites. The new games are nice and all, but the games above are the closest to my heart.

Reblog if you agree. :)

A Picture and a Story about a DnD/Pathfinder character of mine.

So the following is a sweet commission done by @winters-shade. After the picture is a random short story about the two characters and how they first met. To clarify, Dionaea is a summoner who was a fetchling (in the story she’s referred to as a darkling). She lived with her Shae father in the Shadow Plane rather than the material world for a great portion of her life. This story takes place when she’s about 7 or 8.

Woebringer lay unmoving, as he did most days. The moonlit sky barely illuminated the foremost passage of his massive cavern dwelling, but it was the darkness he prefered. Most creatures of the Nightveil prefered the dark. Came with living in a plane where things like suns were a legend brought from across the veil in Terra. In either case, even the pale moonlight that shone down over the lands was too bright to bother with.

He stared lazily out into the meadow before his lair. Water trickled down from a nearby cliffside until cascading in a full waterfall. The white-barked trees with purples leaves swayed in the midnight breeze. It was always midnight here. Always quiet. Few creatures of the Nightveil dared venture into his lands. It was well known that he hunted the other nightmares that thrived in the dark.

The noise of a stone skipping across water caught his attention. It was out of place in his placid world. He glided forward, swimming on the air itself and peered into his meadow with thirteen shimmering red eyes.

He blinked. Surely his ancient mind was playing tricks on him. Another stone splashed into the waters of the small lake his waterfall poured into. No, she was certainly there.

Standing next to the water was a young girl as pale as the moonlight that washed over the Nightveil. Her hair shone metallic silver, and when she turned to face him, her deep violet eyes stood stark against the rest of her. She was a darkling, one of the humanoid beings that lived in the small cloister to the south of his lair. He did not know a single thing about the ages of darklings, but she must have been very young to be so small. Not even a worthy snack.

He slid out from his cavern into the clearing while she watched him. In some worlds, he might have been called a shark, a fierce ocean hunter. During his perishingly short visits to worlds beyond his own, he had seen such creatures. They were predators. The rulers of their lands. He found the comparison apt enough.

Unlike the sharks that inhabited the seas of the world beyond, he bore thirteen eyes and no gills. His hide was black as the void and wisps of shadow rolled off him in waves as he glided through the air. He coiled around her, bending his fins down to lightly touch the ground. He must have seemed a massive monster to the youngling. She was barely over a meter in height and he more than a hundred times that in length. His tail flicked at the night air as he pulled free of the cave, his bulk taking up most of the meadow.

The girl-child did not flinch, she merely stared into his eyes as if she had been waiting for his arrival.

“Why have you come into my domain?” he asked, surprised to find himself genuinely curious. He rarely bothered hunting or eating the darklings from the south for they were small and bony, but he thought their legends of his presence more than enough to keep them away.

“I was bored,” she said. The rock she held in her hand tumbled to the ground. She walked over to his head until was a mere meter from his jaws.

“It seems an ill reason to wander to your death.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You aren’t going to kill me. If you were, you’d have eaten me already.”

“Perhaps I enjoy playing with my prey,” he growled.

The ends of her mouth pulled up, an expression unknown to him. She was taunting him, standing so close to his maw.

“What are you called?” she asked.

Faster than naturally possible, his jaws were around her. His teeth brushed her skin and shadows from his throat curled surrounded her. Again, she did not move.

He withdrew, thoughtful. “Woebringer is what I have been named by the creatures I hunt and the Night Lords that call for my assistance.”

“That’s a rather dour name, don’t you think?”

He blinked his thirteen eyes once again. What was it about this girl-child that enthralled him. Her fearlessness?

“You do not fear me,” he said.

“Of course I do. You’re the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.” She was sincere in the way that children often are.

“You hide it well.”

“Fear is important, but superfluous. That’s what my daddy says, so I ignore it.”

“I think your…daddy, would be upset to know that you’re here.”

“I told him I was bored and he said to go play. If he wanted me to stay around his castle he would have said so, right?”

He didn’t answer, though he believed she was asking him the question in truth.

“Can I call you something else?”


“A different name. I don’t like Woebringer.”

“It was merely a name given me.”

“Then I’ll call you Wobbe.”

“Wobbe…” his voice echoed through the meadow. “What does it mean?”



“No, silly, it doesn’t have a meaning. I made it up.”


“I’m Dionaea.”

“Like the murderous plants?”

Her lips pulled back revealing her teeth this time. Here was an expression he was familiar with. Part joy, part threat.

Wobbe’s laugh shook the cliffsides. “And you claimed my name to be dour.”

“Will you play with me, Wobbe?” Dionaea asked.

He glanced up at the ever-present moon hanging in the sky then back down at the crazy child. She had made him laugh. He hadn’t laughed in centuries, of that he was sure.

“Very well, but you will have to show me how.”

She showed her teeth once more and in return he showed her his, every gleaming row.

Fan Signing >> Mark

Hi guys

it has been a long time , hasn’t it ?! 

This is based on request by mrskimdo “ Hi there! ❤️ can I request a scenario when you’re a foreign student in Korea and somehow you met the super famous GOT7 and it leads to you and Mark falling in love~ teehee thanks ❤️ " 
I am really sorry it took me too long to post it , i hope that you aren’t mad at me >///< please Enjoy 


You had the chance to go and study in korea for 3 years , it was your dream , so you didn’t leave this chance and went there .  You enjoyed staying in Korea. You found how peaceful a person could live there . At first You knew some korean words which allowed you to talk to people there but it was hard . Then you learned korean for 3 months since you arrived . It helped you a lot but still there was a missing part . It was normal for a foreign.

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I just had a fairytale date.
He’s such a gentleman. He asked permission before he touched me. He made me laugh like crazy. He’s so, so intelligent.

I told him I had to grab a slice of cheesecake for my mom before I left and he actually bought my mother cheesecake and he’s never met her. When I texted him saying my mom said thank you his response was “tell her I said it was my pleasure for letting me take her daughter out tonight.”

Rewind to the date part though. After we left the restaurant he took me to a lake and we sat under the stars and this man put on Ella Fitzgerald and slow danced with me under the stars.

I’m swooning.

I won the senior superlative of “most changed” and everyone cheered, but that wasn’t the part that made me happy. The part that made me happy was the girl who won it with me hates my guts for the reason I won the award and looked so pissed to be up there with me that I was laughing like crazy. It was beautiful