#PLEASE YOU JUST DUG YOURSELF OUT THE SHIT PILE YOU GOT INTO AND JUMPED STRAIGHT INTO ANOTHER ONE

[drunkonduty]

What the fuck did you do Mr big M

[guro-giri-letters]

You think so? : Shigaraki x nurse reader!

- By Guro. ♡

/You’re a nurse at a recovery centre for villains, and you think you might be in love with one. Just a wholesome fluff fic! The VRC is an idea Sweets helped me come up with and I may write more things connected to it in the future! Hope you enjoy! ♡/

/Tags l Tw ; brief description of medical procedure, Shigaraki being grumpy, (secret?) established couple, nurse, wholesome. ♡/

“Tomura, stay still please,” Shigaraki grumbles, but you can see his fingers trembling around the glass you gave him to sip from. You don’t even think he drinks, but anything to keep him occupied while you give him a few stitches is good enough.

Snipping the medical thread and leaning back, you study your handiwork and give yourself a nod. It’s not too bad, a medium-size wound curving over the back of his shoulder, but awkward as hell to stitch. It looks good, despite all of his fidgeting. If he doesn’t do anything too strenuous for a few days he should heal fine, you think, resting your palm against his bony back. You can feel the knots of his spine through his pale skin. He jolts in surprise and shivers a little, leaning back against the warmth of your palm. “There, you want something for the pain?”

“No. I’m fine,” he mutters in response, voice rough as stones stuck in car-tyres. He stares into his glass a moment before downing the last of its contents, clenching his teeth right after doing so. “Ugh.”

“How about some of that for me, nurse?” Dabi’s own gritty voice rattles across to you and you turn your head. He’s laid out on the table in the middle of the kitchen, being worked on by your co-worker. You shoot him a look from where you sit behind Shigaraki, rising and tucking your stool back under the breakfast bar. “Come on, I’m torn open here,” the burnt man continues. He’s not lying. The patch of purple prosthetic skin that wraps around his side and creeps over his stomach has torn at the seams quite badly, your co-worker currently stitching it all back into place. They glare at Dabi every time he moves, earning a cheeky grin back from the villain each time.

“I thought you could tough out a few stitches?” You tease, but you pull down the whiskey bottle and offer it to him anyway. He takes it over the top of your co-workers head and un-caps it, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“I can, but this is good- shit,” he hisses when the needle is dug in particularly hard, scowling at the nurse bent over him. “Asshole, you trying to kill me?”

“I wish, Dabi. I wish,” they mutter tiredly in reply.

“Stop the bickering, we’re all professionals here,” you chide them, pulling out a drawer and poking around until you find the tin that holds the medical staples. You pause, considering, and then pull out a container of pills as well. If Shigaraki won’t take pain relief you’ll at least give him something to help him sleep.

You work at the VRC. Yeah; Villains Recovery Center. It’s not much, just a small team of people with decent medical experience, funding, and a common hatred for hero society. You work out of a well-hidden and out of the way manor that doubles as your own and most of your co-workers main home. You’ve got a small apartment further into the city but honestly, you barely bother going back there anymore. You’ve found yourself a family here where you had no one before, and it feels good to help people that are out there doing the work you can’t.

Even if those people are often times ungrateful, grumpy, snarling villains. “I don’t want them!” Shigaraki snaps as you try, again, to get him to take the pills. “We’re not staying the night, I can’t take them. We’re on the move.”

“Not stay- yes, you are very much staying the night, and stop scratching!” You grasp his wrist and tug his hand away from his throat, ignoring the furious look he gives you as you grip his chin, tilting his head to inspect his neck. “I’m putting cream on this.”

“Get off.” He pulls his wrist back but you hang on to him, giving him a serious look. “What?”

“You’re all staying the night, Tomura, you need some proper sleep. Dabi’s in pieces and I’m pretty sure Spinner has a concussion,” the more you talk, the more the leader of the League of Villains deflates under your hands. By the time you’re done he’s slumped on his stool, still half-glaring but not really mad anymore. You know he’ll do the right thing for his group, you’ve known that since the first time they landed in needing your teams help. Shigaraki isn’t good at showing it, but he really does care for the little family he’s brought together. They hate it when you call them a family.

“Fine. We stay,” he rasps out eventually, looking up at you through his blood-flow gaze from where he sits. With no shirt on you can see how bony and thin he truly is, ribs and collarbones visible through paper-thin, raw skin. He almost looks delicate, you think, as you trace your fingers under his jaw and down his throat. Easy to break. Yet there’s so much power hidden inside of him. You can’t imagine being him... being Tomura Shigaraki. The leader of a war against a society of false idols.

His lips start to curl up at one corner, baring his teeth at you slightly. He’s happy to be admired by you in a more private setting, but your co-worker and Dabi’s eyes are two people too much it seems. “You’re staring, nurse.”

“Sorry,” you say quickly, because you genuinely hadn’t meant to. “Take your pills, let me get the cream for your neck.”

-

Shigaraki isn’t shy about undressing in front of you anymore. He had been once, yelling at you when you’d walked in on him naked as the day he was born. You know he was just embarrassed, self conscious. You’d made it very clear that, one, he shouldn’t yell at you if he liked receiving medical treatment. And two, you really didn’t care about his appearance or for that matter, find him ugly. All of his red, raw, scarred skin was just a part of him. Probably eczema or some other allergy. But you definitely didn’t find it ugly.

He strips off slowly, wincing any time he strains his stitches, and then shoves his clothes aside in a pile with his foot. “You want to have a shower?”

“No,” he sighs, sounding suddenly exhausted, scratching at his hip and stretching before shuffling toward the bed. You pull the covers back for him, your professionalism falling away, smiling thinly as he climbs under them a little awkwardly. “You baby all your villains this much?”

“Maybe I do,” you reply, pulling the covers up over him before he can do it himself, looking at his face. The look he’s giving you tells you he’s not amused. Quite the opposite, actually. He looks annoyed. “I’m kidding, Tomura. Only you get my VIP treatment.”

“I don’t think I believe you.”

“Are you jealous? Seriously?”

“No.”

Angry now, he turns over and away from you to face the wall. You can’t help the smile that curves your lips even further, looking at the stitched up wound on his shoulder. Shigaraki knows you care about him, more than you should care about any of your ‘clients’, he just likes to huff. He jumps in surprise when you press a kiss against his shoulder, just above his stitches. “Hey...”

“Hmm, Tomura?” You pull back to look at him as he turns his head, eyeing you over his shoulder.

“...Are you staying?” He asks, reaching a hand back to brush his knuckles over your cheek. You know what he means: Are you staying with him. How? How can this criminal, this villain, be so sweet all of a sudden?

You don’t even bother replying, just lean back from the bed and toe off your slippers. He watches over his shoulder as you undress down to your underwear, leaving your clothes in a heap next to his and climbing in. “Careful,” you murmur as he turns to face you, still wary of his stitches but it seems he’s already forgotten about them. When you’re both comfortable he just looks at you for a while, laying on his side as you lay on yours. Your lack of fear around him has always perplexed him. You lift your hand to his face slowly, smoothing the teal locks out of his eyes. He doesn’t flinch any more, he trusts you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” his rough voice is quiet in the empty room but he finally sounds calm, relaxed. You know there’s a lot of things he’d like to say to you, that he’d like to ask of you. He just doesn’t know how to. You don’t think people realise how young he is, how timid and inexperienced he can be. He’s not used to feeling cared for. Dabi likes to make terribly dirty jokes, about your relationship, about what the two of you get up to. Little does he know the most you’ve ever done is held each other. Touched each other’s faces and cuddled close when one of you needed to feel protected. Because you haven’t had an easy life either. No one hates heroes the way you do without a reason, and sometimes you need the comfort just as much as Shigaraki. You think he gets it, he knows.

You’ve kissed a few times, but it was all so gentle and... loving?

Are you in love?

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious, red eyes that almost glow in the dark studying your face close. You flush a little under his intense gaze; are you that easy to read?

“Just... that I think I’m in love with a villain.” Why not be honest for once?

“That so?” The smile that pulls at the corners of his cracked lips for a moment is so genuine, your heart does a little trick in your chest. You nod, burying the side of your face against the sheets and peeking over at him. “Hm..”

“I don’t know how he feels though-“ you’re silenced by a chaste yet warm kiss on the lips, your eyes closing instinctively as you lean into it without hesitation. For a while you two just kiss, your hands coming up to hold his face as he manoeuvres his arms around you with care. When you do pull back pink and breathless you don’t go far, Shigaraki letting his forehead rest against your own gently.

“...I think- I think, he may love you too...” he replies, almost inaudibly but he may as well have yelled it with how close you both are. You feel your heart leap up into your throat, lips breaking into a grin despite your best effort to keep your face calm.

“You think so?” You whisper back and Shigaraki snickers, snickers, nodding and letting his nose bump against your own.

“I think so.”

[yayninjabob]

Update 1/20/21

It's been swell having my freedom again now that I'm covid-free.  I'm not going anywhere or anything.  But things like gardening in our backyard, taking my dog-kids Fable and Riot on walks, cuddling with my wifey on the sofa and watching netflix or whatever, and just being able to cook again for myself in the kitchen... I've missed all of it so much.  So much in fact that I've been slacking on editing more than I should, whoops.  SORRY, GUYS.

But I did finish up all my rewrites yesterday FINALLY so the new chapter is nearly done.  All that's left is another swoop of editing and maayyyybee swapping out this one scene I have for another that I originally had planned for 13 instead.  So give me a day or two to decide what feels best for the story while I start tinkering with 13 a bit.

So basically I'm stepping away from 12 today to work on the scene for 13.   Depending on what I decide to do with that scene, I might finish chapter 12 tomorrow night after work, or I might need another day after that.  But I don't think so.  I'm already like 90 percent sure on what I'll probably end up doing lol.   Just gotta write this up first to be sure and it will EASE my perfectionist mind.  Once that's done, then it's final editing and formatting stuff which takes me usually a day or two.

Alright that's just a really wordy way to say I will have CHAPTER 12 up this SUNDAY, JANUARY 24TH.  PROMISE GUYS.  

I feel so bad it's been so long since our last update that I'll share one scene with you guys from 12.  I mean, if you’re checking this blog you're probably looking for an update, right?  Well for now, I hope a little sneak peek will suffice until Sunday.

Personally, I think it's kind of a cool sneaky peeky because honestly it doesn't really give away much of the plot of the chapter and still leaves the suspense of where we last left off pretty much.  SO.  If you wanna read a little bit of 12, here's scene #3 for you guys early.  If you want to avoid it and remain pure, I’ll see you Sunday I guess lol.

Uh... heads up, it's got some gore lol.  A creepy little horror comedy scene, really.  One of my personal faves of the chapter, too.  PLEASE ENJOY.

SNEAK PEEK:  Chapter 12, Scene 3 under the cut....

scene 3

The green Powerpuff lay in the dark unable to sleep.  Even though the teenager had turned out the light hours ago, there was no stopping the never ending loop of the night which still replayed over and over within the young hero's mind.  Buttercup had done nothing but tossing and turning in an attempt to try and find rest that night, and had managed to kick away all of the bedding and sheets.  Laying upon a bare mattress and still hopelessly waiting for sleep with eyes shut tight, there was a sudden faint knocking sound heard coming from within the bedroom.

Buttercup sat up in bed with a jolt the moment the sounds began in the dark.   Immediately the Puff's emerald eyes fell on the door to the bedroom closet.  The door to the closet was shut, but the noise was definitely coming from behind it.  Buttercup watched the door intently, while silently and cautiously moving towards it.  With super hearing activated, the Puff listened to the sound of something rustling about inside, and as the young hero crept closer and closer, there was a rotten, burning stench in the air.  Buttercup reached for the closet door's handle and opened it.

"Where is it?  Dude, it's gotta be somewhere around here!"

Buttercup blinked at the blood soaked kid for a moment before a look of annoyance came next.  The sixteen-year-old Puff watched as the thirteen-year-old apparition  dug around the heap of dirty laundry that littered the closet floor.  The kid had her back turned as she knelt upon both knees over the large pile of laundry and searched frantically for something.   Buttercup groaned, still holding the closet door open, "Oh no....  What are you doing here?  Dude, really, I'm just trying to get some sleep tonight and you showing up now just isn't-"

"Where is it?!" the kid jumped onto their sandy wet sneakers and began to search the shelfing within the closet, "Where the fuck is it?!"  As the thirteen-year-old removed an old snowglobe from the shelf and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder, Buttercup caught it and glared at her.

"Where's what?!" Buttercup snapped at herself.

The kid stopped suddenly and slowly glanced over her shoulder with her ghostly, opaque white right eye.  "Where's the mask?"

"Oh," Buttercup's angry expression softened.  "...It's... gone...."

"...Oh...."

"...Yeah...."

As Buttercup reached over her to return the snowglobe to its spot on the shelf, the kid turned round to face them.  "Can't you get it back somehow?"

The green Puff sighed deeply and floated slowly back over to the bed, "Nah, Dude..." Buttercup reclined upon the bare mattress again, "I think... I think that shit's over now....  I mean, shit's getting pretty serious now that Mojo knows about us.  I'm hoping it all works out tomorrow, and he's really not gonna make me do something fucked up in return for his silence, but... even if he does keep his word..." Buttercup shut both eyes and yawned, "It's just gettin' way too risky, Dude...."

"Huh..." the kid stood at the teenager's bedside, "I thought we were just startin' to have some real fun...."

Buttercup's eyes remained shut, hoping the illusion would go away soon.  "It was fun while it lasted...."

"Sucks, Man....  Say, you got anything I can eat?  I'm fucking starving, Dude-"

"Dude," Buttercup interrupted with annoyance, "Why are you here?"  The green Puff sat up in bed once more and looked towards the kid and saw that she had made her way across the bedroom.  The blood soaked child stood in front of Buttercup's dresser, staring at the pair of birds that sat within their cage.  Her back was towards Buttercup, but Buttercup could see that the kid suddenly gripped something shiny in her right glowing green, acid burnt hand.

"Same reason I always drop by," the kid answered with her back still turned.  The apparition turned her head slightly, and even in the dark Buttercup could make out the devious glint of a small, sly smile as she still gripped whatever was in her hand.  "I'm here to help you out, you know... since you got nobody else, right?"

Buttercup continued to stare at the kid, but chose to remain silent.  The green Puff watched as the illusion returned her attention to the birdcage, and with her left, seared bloody hand, she reached for the cage's small door and opened it.  Both Snot and Pus instantly tried to dart away from the sizzling glowing green acid drenched palm that reached for them, but the kid easily managed to yank the fluttering green bird from the cage.  Buttercup's eyes widened in shock as she watched the kid cut into the squirming, live bird with a shard of glass, slicing the helpless creature straight down the middle.  His yellow companion fluttered about within the closed cage behind them, squawking loudly as the kid raised the green bird to her lips and began to slurp loudly.

All the green Puff could do was look on in stunned silence as the kid continued to suck the blood from the slowly dying bird.   As many times as the green Puff had received a "visit" from their former, "dead" self, this sort of thing... was definitely new.  As Buttercup continued to watch, the green Puff tried to keep in mind that what was being witnessed... could definitely not be happening.

The kid used her tattered black jacket's sleeve to wipe away the fresh blood-stache from her face, before turning to Buttercup.  "Did ya want the other one?"

The green Puff shook their head.

"Suit yourself," the kid shrugged and tossed the dead green bird over her shoulder, before she repeated the same act with the yellow bird next.  

Buttercup still could not look away.  "Dude... what the actual fuck...?" Eventually, the Puff's green eyes drifted slowly back to wear the discarded dead green bird's drained body lay on the floor of the room.   There was a gust of wind and Buttercup watched as the wooden floorboards of the bedroom and the dead bird began to blow away like strange particles of sand.  The green Puff rose from the bed mattress as it next faded away into the dark atmosphere around them.  "Ah, shit, no wonder..." Buttercup laughed a little nervously, "I'm dreaming...."

"We're dreaming," the kid added as she stood beside herself with a grin.

The green Puff glared briefly for a moment at the unwelcomed tag-along before looking around once more.  The once empty black void that was the adolescent's default dreamscape had changed as of late.  It was still a mostly desolate land, but no longer shrouded in total darkness.  Now, the sky shook with thick, dark and thunderous clouds which boomed with a growing, green electricity inside them.  The fiery green light that crackled within the black storm clouds illuminated the land with an eerie green glow.  The earth was cracked and dry and as the storm ahead continued to boom above, the windy weather of the vast wasteland kicked up the sandy dirt around them.

"Well, whaddya  know?  Ya changed up the place, huh?  I like it!" the kid grinned as she cupped one bloody beaten hand over her brow and looked about the dreamscape.  The thirteen-year-old turned back around and saw that she had been left behind as the green Puff continued to float on ahead without her.  "Yo! Wait up!"

The green Puff carried on without stopping, moving towards a large, distant shadow in the east.  After several minutes, the kid managed to catch up, loudly wheezing and gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath beside the casual floating Powerpuff.

"Dude! I told ya to wait up!" she socked Buttercup on the shoulder with a bloody, bruised fist, "I don't have my ghost powers in this dream world!"

"What sorta sense does that make?"

"I dunno!" the kid threw up her hands, "You tell me!"  the kid paused to cough a little, splattering the dirt with blood.  She wiped at her mouth with her tattered sleeve, as she walked quickly beside the Powerpuff, "Here, I'm just like you were when Goody-Goody left ya behind on that island!   Weak and human-y and useless and burning alive!  You remember?"

The green Puff glared at the kid for a moment before muttering, "Yeah.  I remember."

"So, where we goin' anyway?"

As the two approached a tall arched golden gateway, the green Puff stopped and turned towards the kid.  "No way.  You ain't comin' with me, alright?  Why don't you run off somewhere else, and I dunno... play."

"Why?" the blood-soaked kid strained her eyes as she tried to peer through the thick golden bars of the gate. Besides only having one functioning eye, there was a dense mist in the air that made it difficult to see. "Where are we- Oh-" she stopped as her vision focused on a short redhead walking her pet Pomeranian through the garden.  "Her?" the kid laughed a little, "Dude.  What do you see in her, anyway?   Like... do you like gettin' bossed around, or is it the big boobs, or-"

"Shut up," the green Puff rattled the gate a little to get the kid's attention once more, "Look," the skinny teen's scarred hands grasped the kid by her hooded jacket and spun her to her left, "Go that way, alright?  You'll find Ace's place and have a good time."

"OK, cool!" the kid thankfully agreed, "Which building is it?  That one or that one?"

"What are you talkin' about?  There's only one other build-" the green Puff stopped mid sentence, noticing for the first time a tall silhouette in the distance.

The thirteen-year-old watched as the green Puff shot off for the tall structure with a flash of green light.  "Shit!" she started to chase after on foot, "Wait up!"

As soon as the structure came clearer into focus, the flying teen halted mid-air, "The water tower...?"

For a while, the green Puff remained suspended in the sky, watching the tower intently from afar.  As far as the hero could tell, there were no signs of anyone there, but the scene still felt too ominous.  It was several minutes before the teenager worked up enough courage to continue forward.

Touching down on the metal landing of the water tower, the structure was so high up in the eerie green atmosphere that the darkened mist was especially thick and overpowering even for superpowered vision.  The green Puff gulped nervously, walking cautiously around the platform, tense and ready for anything.  Both green eyes glowed as they searched around the labyrinth of the thick metal beams that supported the tower's massive water tank.   As the teenager reached the railing on the other side, far below could be heard the desperate wheezing and coughing of a struggling thirteen-year-old attempting to climb the tower's ladder.

"Oh, Man!" the kid shouted from below, "I don't think I'm gonna make it!  Dude... a little help?!"

The teenager sighed before zipping downward to retrieve the kid from halfway down the ladder.  The green Puff carried her back up to the metal landing and set her on her feet, but the kid instantly collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily from exhaustion.  

"You know..." the wheezing thirteen-year-old spoke between hard breaths, "That's hard enough... without powers... but climbing really sucks... when your hands... practically have no skin..." she sat up and coughed as she struggled to climb back onto her feet.  The kid stood silent for a while as she watched the green Puff continue to intently search around every metal beam of the platform.  "So what's up?" the kid finally asked after a while.  "What're you lookin' for?"

The green Puff came to the center of the landing, and turned to look back at the kid, wearing a somewhat disappointed frown.  "Nothin', I guess."

[lilulo-12fanfiction]

Not Alone- Dean Winchester x Reader

This was requested by @skarsgardandredmayne​ with the following prompts:

31. I fucked up 

73. Oh, You’re Ticklish

So the prompts took me someplace unexpected. I hope you enjoy this!

As always likes, comments, reblogs, etc are appreciated. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my SPN stories. I also write for Avengers, TVD, The Originals, The Flash & Arrow. 

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Now: Your heart was pounding in your ears as you ran through the warehouse. You felt the cold tingles traveling your body as you willed your heart and mind to slow down. You couldn’t think straight like this. You had been desperate to prove your worth to Dean Winchester and decided to hunt what you, Sam and Dean thought was one shifter, but it turned out to be a group of 3. You wanted to show him you were a good hunter. You weren’t a liability. You were good enough. 

You had killed the first shifter with ease. The second one had been more of a challenge. Now? You were out of silver bullets and out of luck. You hated yourself for having to call him. You ducked behind a pile or rubble. You felt a tear slip out of your eye and you hastily wiped it away. You could hear the sleep in his voice.

“Sweetheart it’s 1am. Why the hell are you calling me and not here in the room asleep?”

“Dean?!” He could heat the fear dripping from your voice. “I fucked up...really bad. I’m sorry...you were right...” you had to take a deep breath. “You were right about everything. This isn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“Whoa whoa whoa...what’s going on? Where are you?”

“The warehouse.” You whispered. “There were 3 of them. I got two, but I’m out of bullets and I can’t find my silver dagger. He knocked it out of my hand and it’s too dark. Please just know that I care about you so much.”  The three of you had figured out that night where the shifters were camping out. You had decided to take the night to rest up and go at them fresh the next day. When Dean made a comment to you about making sure you had your shit together you had steeled yourself and made the decision to do this without him and Sam just to prove the point.

“Jesus Y/N...wait, don’t you say goodbye to me! I’m on my way.” You heard him yell out “Sammy!” before he hung up. At least you got to talk to him. You didn’t know if he would make it in time. You were stealthy when you were on your game, but a terrified you was clumsy and you knew your time was up when a pile of pipes clattered to the ground. You took off down the outer edge of the warehouse. If you could get outside you had a better chance. More room to run and more places to hide. As you approached the door you felt a hand grip the back of your hair and slam your head into the wall. Your vision blurred and everything faded to black. 

12 Months Ago:

You felt Sam wrap his arms around your shoulder as Dean lit the pyre. You and your brother had been a hunting team like the Winchester boys. Your father had worked often with John Winchester. You and your brother had carried on the tradition with John’s sons. 

The four of you had been gutting a particularly nasty vampire nest. Your brother bad gotten cocky and while he was mouthing off to one, another one ripped his throat out. You and Dean couldn’t get to him in time. You had beheaded the vampire that had killed your brother while Dean and Sam took out the other 3. Now he was gone. Your father was gone. You were an orphan and all alone. Hot tears fell down your cheeks.

  “I’m so sorry sweetheart, he was a good man.” Dean has muttered as he came to you and Sam. The two of you had a love-hate relationship. He loved to tease you-and you hated how much you loved it. The flirtation was fierce.

“Y/N- Dean and I talked, we want you to come stay with us at the bunker. We have plenty of room and this way you won’t be off on your own.” You looked over at Dean, but he had the face of a skilled poker player. You couldn’t tell if they had agreed upon it or if Sam had insisted on it. You and Sam were good friends. You knew Sam wanted you around, you couldn’t tell with Dean.

“Okay. But only for a little while.”

8 Months Ago

“C’mon sweetheart. Take me down. Fight me. You’re a big bad hunter right? You can fight demons, wendigos and everything else that goes bump in the night. You can’t take on me?”

He was goading you. It was his favorite past time. Well that and flirting mercilessly with you when you both were drinking, usually as an apology for criticizing you on cases. He was extra hard on you. You had heard Sam admonish him for it. Dean always blew it off.

Right now, he was frustrating you. He knew he was getting under your skin. He resided there as of late. He knew getting you going would make you sloppy. He easily caught you as you lunged at him in the gym located in the bunker. He easily caught your leg and before you knew it, you were flat in your back with the wind knocked out of you.

He had a smirk on his smug face and a glint in his green eyes. You couldn’t help but admire the crinkle of skin next to his eyes when he thought something was funny. He always smiled with his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the man hovering above you or the impact on the mats that cost you your ability to breath.

“Sweetheart you have to do better than that If you’re going to best me.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. As his hand ghosted the skin of your stomach you squirmed with an involuntary giggle.

“Oh...are you ticklish?” The mischief in his eyes gave him away. He had you pinned to the mat with his knees on each side of your hips and your wrists pinned above your head with one hand. You knew he was strong, but you didn't expect him to be able to hold you down so easily. Maybe it was because you didn't mind it.

"Dean- please don't." you begged for her mercy. Luckily just before he was able to deny you, Sam had walked in effectively dumping cold water on the interaction. From that day forward, Dean never gave up the opportunity to tickle you just a little bit any time he had the opportunity to torture you.

5 Months Ago

You sat in the library reading one of the random books you had grabbed from off of the shelf. The boys were off on a vampire hunt, after your brother, you weren't ready to revisit that wound so you decided to stay behind. Dean had sent Castiel to stay at the bunker with you. Why he thought you couldn't handle yourself, you didn't quite understand. You and your brother had split up on plenty of occasions and you were still standing. His lack of faith in you was starting to grate on your nerves. You would get ready to give him a piece of your mind but then he would give you these intense looks with his sea green eyes and you'd back down and agree to whatever terms he set. Sam couldn't get over it. Any time he gave the mere suggestion that you step back and let them handle something you went up one side of him and down the other.  With Dean...you just couldn't and part of you hated him for it.

"Y/N?" Cas' voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You jumped at the sound of his gravely voice. "I apologize for startling you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Yeah...I'm fine. Why?" He stared at you intently. Cas had a way of making you feel that he could see right through you.

"Well I know it's not really normal for you to skip out on the action. Dean mentioned that this particular case might bring up some memories for you." You took a breath and closed your eyes to compose yourself. The truth was, you couldn't get the image of your brother's lifeless body out of your head. You knew you would be distracted if you went, you would be a liability. Cas put his hand on your shoulder.

"He wasn't wrong. I just...it's been a year since I lost him and it's still so fresh. I feel like I can't breath any time I think about him. With them hunting vampires, I just couldn't.  I didn't want to be distracted. I didn't want them to have to save my ass because I couldn't keep it together. I didn't want to prove Dean right about being a liability." You could feel the back of your throat constricting. You were desperate to hold your tears back. You dug deep and looked up at Castiel. He had his head tilted slightly to the left as he studied you.

"Y/N...Dean doesn't see you as a liability. In fact, I've never heard Dean say one disparaging thing about you. He admires you." You scoffed.

"Thanks Cas for being here. I appreciate it. I think I'm going to go lay down for a bit." He pulled his hand from your shoulder and watched curiously as you headed to your little corner of the bunker.

2 Months Ago

You choked as you took a sip of your drink. You watched as Dean's eyes crinkled as he watched you. "Yeah...that is straight Jack Daniels...not a drop of coke in sight." You and Dean had just finished a salt and burn. A "milk run" as Dean had put it. Sam had needed some space from everyone. Every once in a while, one of the three of you just needed some room to breath. Since it was an easy case, Sam stayed behind to catch up on some sleep. The ghoul case you had finished prior had taken a lot out of him. Plus you were certain if he had to listen to you and Dean bicker in the close quarters of the Impala he might murder you both.

"I thought you were tougher than that." he laughed as you smacked him in the arm. You felt him pinch your side and you jumped away and laughed. He studied your face for a moment. It wasn't often he saw you genuinely happy, not since your brother had died. His death was a constant burden on your mind.. "You should do that more often."

“Almost choke?” You grinned.

“Laugh...smile. You light the place up sweetheart. Look, I know it’s been a hard year. God knows I know how hard it is. But he would want you to let go, to really be happy. You deserve it. I know you blame yourself...but it wasn’t your fault.” 

You studied his face. It was rare that Dean expresses genuine emotion. It was rare that Dean wasn’t giving you a hard time. The mention of your brother had you rapidly blinking for a moment to compose yourself. You felt the intensity of his gaze increase. Finally you met his eyes again.

“Thanks Dean. I know you’re right...about him wanting me to be happy. I promise I’m trying. Being with you and Sam helps. I didn’t plan on sticking around this long; but the truth is, I can’t imagine leaving. You guys have become my family. I couldn’t do this alone.” He put his hand over yours as it rested on the bar and squeezed it.

“You don’t have to. We ARE your family. Me, Sammy and Cas. We got you Y/N. Your place is with us. You are not alone.” You felt your heart rate quicken. His damn eyes got you every time. It was the little crinkles in the corners.

The two of you spent the night drinking and telling funny stories about your brothers. It was a good night. It was the most fun you had in a long time. As you both stumbled back to the motel Dean took your hand in his and pulled you to him. His hand tangled in the back of your hair and he kissed you. 

He captured your bottom lip in his teeth before exploring your mouth with his tongue as his other hand cupped your face. You had the lapels of his canvas jacket gripped in your hands. After a few moments sense took over your brain. As much as you wanted this, he was drunk. Sober Dean wouldn’t do this, so you pulled away and he studied your face with questioning eyes.

“We shouldn’t Dean. We’re drunk. I don’t want you to regret anything.” You thought you saw a look of hurt cross his eyes.

“Right. You’re right.” He stifly opened the door and you followed him into the room. He didn’t say another word to you that night.

The next morning, whatever warmness that had developed between the two of you had frosted over. Maybe you had been wrong about him having regrets.

“Dean- about last night...”

“It’s fine. No regrets right?” His voice had a little snap to it. You stared at the back of his head with shock. The ride back to the bunker was painfully quiet. The frost between the two of you grew from there.

A week ago

“Dammit Y/N!” Dean slammed the motel room door. Sam got to work at digging the bullet out of your shoulder. The three of you had been after a demon. You saw the gun before Dean did. You ran and shoved him out of the way. The bullet would most likely have been a fatal shot had you not pushed him out of the way.

“You should be thanking me for saving your ass! You didn’t see the gun.”

“Maybe I would be paying better attention if I wasn’t worried about making sure you didn’t get yourself killed!”

“Excuse you. I was hunting well before I met you. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“If I didn’t look out for you, you’d be dead by now! You’re off of your game and you’re a liability. You’re reckless with your own life. You don’t care what happens to you. Since your brother died.”

“Dean...” Sam’s tone was warning.

“No Sammy. Enough. I can’t watch you lose someone else. You may have been a good hunter. But you’re not anymore. Not like this. Not when you act like you have something to prove. I don’t need your death on my shoulders. There’s enough blood on my hands.” Dean stormed out of the room. You sat blinking back tears. So much for being where you belonged.

Now You could hear their voices, but it was impossible to open your eyes. It was like they were lined with lead. 

“Cas if you healed her why isn’t she awake?” Dean’s voice was frantic.

“It was a pretty serious head wound and then the stab wound to her stomach was deep. She lost a lot of blood. She just needs some time.”

“I said horrible things to her after our last hunt. That’s why she did this. I didn’t even mean it! I was just so damn scared when she took that bullet for me. She has to know I’m sorry.”

“Dean...” Sam’s soothing voice echoed as you fell back to sleep. A few hours later you groaned as you stirred awake.

“Y/N...sweetheart. Open your eyes.” You felt Dean’s calloused hand run over your forehead and through your hair.

“You found me.” Your voice was horse. You blinked a few times to pull him into focus. “I was so stupid. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to show you I could still do it.”

“Shhh. Don’t you apologize. If I hadn’t lost it on you, this wouldn’t have happened. I was afraid of loosing you and I took it out on you. I’ve been taking it out on you since you turned me down.”

“Oh my God you’re dumber than I am. I didn’t turn you down. I just thought you were drunk and would regret it." The way he was looking at you took your breath away.

"Sweetheart I could never regret anything with you except for the way I acted." He helped you sit up on your bed. You looked around, they had gotten you back to the bunker. "When we got to that warehouse, the shifter had you hanging by your wrists, blood was dripping down the side of your head. They knew I was coming for you and they wanted to make you suffer in front of us. It was one of the worst moments in my life. The idea of not bringing you home. Of not listening to you sing to yourself when you make coffee in the morning, of you not calling me out on my shit and giving me a hard time, it was too much to take. They didn't know Sammy was there, and he got him from behind right after he stabbed you in the gut. If it were for Cas...well...we wouldn't be having this conversation." You threw your arms around his neck and squeezed him.

"I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have gone off like that. I know better. I was just so determined to show you I was still as good as I was before my brother. I was determined to prove that I wasn't a burden." Your hot tears hit his neck and you felt his hand cradle the back of your head.

"You are NOT a burden and you're an excellent hunter. We all have off days, especially after going through loss. God knows I've had my fair share of off moments and mistakes. I shouldn't have thrown it in your face. I was just trying to push you so you wouldn't ever put yourself in the line of fire for me again. I'm so sorry." You pulled back to study his face, he smiled at you and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"There isn't anything you could ever do to push me away." Before he could respond you pressed your lips to his. It took a moment for the shock to wear off and then he was kissing you back. You both jumped back when you heard Sam clear his throat.

"I was just peaking in to check on Y/N. I'm glad to see you're awake. You really gave us a scare." He smiled at both of you. "Oh...and it's about time guys." He walked out of the room chuckling.

"Y/N...I'm not great at relationships. Every single one I've had ended in one way or another because of this life."

"That's what makes you so perfect for me. Because I've dealt with the same thing. But we're both in this life. We're in this together." Dean pressed a light kiss to your lips.

"I promise you...I will do everything in my power to make this work. But there's plenty of time for all of this. You should rest. Slide over." You shifted your body to the left and Dean climbed into your bed with you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. You fell back to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart.

[nomnomsik]

Can u do an OT7 reaction of when they find out their s/o was kidnapped??

A/N: I finally got it done!!! I hope you like it as much as I do~ Trigger warning: abusive relationship, slight sexual themes, physical abuse, cursing, and manipulation. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics! THERE IS A KEEP READING CUT AFTER YOONGI. 

Jin:

“Jin!” You crashed into his secure and strong arms, crying out to him. It had been hours of the police questioning the criminal who had kidnapped you. Your body sagged as you walked out of the station, your eyes locking with Jin. You immediately ran to him. He caught you, holding you tight as if you were going to disappear again.

“I missed you so much, baby.” Jin’s voice was muffled as he dug his head into the top of your hair. You felt his arms shake and looked up. His eyes and nose were red, as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

“Jin?” You questioned. “Why are you crying?” Never before had you seen Jin break down before. He was a stoic and stern man, who was keen on absolute authority over your life. To see him in such a fragile state scared you. But, somewhere you realized he was also human.

“I never thought,” he started. “I’d be able to see you again.” He squeezed you tighter. “I was so scared.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. Did he really mean it? Did your kidnapping take such a huge toll on him? He smiled back down at you, letting the tears fall down his face with one hitting your cheek, making you flinch.

“You’re never leaving my sight ever again. I don’t care if my eyes bleed from never sleeping again. I won’t be able to handle ever losing you. I love you.”

Yoongi:

The police let you go after the questioning session on your kidnapping. You slowly walked out of the room with the company of a female police officer. She guided you to the front of the building, leading you towards the exit.

As she opened the door to the lobby, you saw the familiar small stature of a man sitting on one of the chairs. Your eyes widened as your body instinctive cowered in fear. Your breath hitched, grabbing the attention of Yoongi.

He immediately stood up when he looked over, but instead of rushing towards you, he slowly walked forwards. You instinctively took a few steps back. Yoongi stopped in his tracks, his face in a frown.

“I came to pick you up. Why are you so scared of me?” he muttered, truly hurt by your actions. He had exhausted himself, tirelessly searching for you. He had cried and closed himself off to the rest of the world, desperate to find any trace of you. And this is how you repay him?

The female officer to your right looked at the situation at hand. She gently touched your shoulder, alerting you. “Is there some sort of problem? Don’t be scared to let me know, we’re here to protect you.” She smiled like an angel, her eyes full of pure genuine.

You latched onto her, hands clenching around her uniform. You brought yourself up to her ear, whispering.

“Please… Don’t tell anyone, I just don’t want to go back with him. He really scares me.” She nodded, her gentle demeanor never leaving. She walked up to Yoongi, ushering him to leave.

“Sir, I’m sorry but you must leave the building. This individual will not be leaving with you.” Yoongi clenched his fists but nodded anyway. He glared at you, his heart breaking into millions of pieces.

Don’t think this is the end, I’ll get you back, y/n. Just watch.

Hoseok: 

“Oh my god, y/n… Is that really you?”

Your head darted from your seat in the lobby of the police station. You scrambled to get up, grabbing the bag the station had given you. You ran towards Hoseok, hitting several chairs on your way.

When you were in range, Hoseok grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“Oh my god, oh my-! It really is you!! My wonderful, y/n!” His smile was bright as he spun you around the entrance. He brought you back down as your feet landed onto the solid ground. Smiling, he held onto your hand as the two of you walked out of the station.

The two of you went through the city as if you hadn’t been kidnapped 2 months ago. The silence was comforting, but it was unusual to you. Hoseok rarely treated you this way, it was too normal, too relaxed. The silence was broken as the two of you arrived back at his apartment. When the door shut, Hoseok immediately grabbed your wrists, slamming you onto the ground.

“So baby, what you’re going to do is cleanse yourself from all the disgusting filth that has accumulated over the months. And of course, I’ll be helping you by making sure everything is perfect.” He smirked and felt the immense pleasure that he was deprived of when he saw your vulnerable look that was so innocently plastered onto your face.

“Oh, you’re just so adorable. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel everything you made me go through. You won’t be walking for weeks.” His laugh echoed in his cold and empty apartment, sending chills down your spine.

Maybe being kidnapped wasn’t the worst thing to happen to you.

Namjoon:

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m sorry for the trouble.” Namjoon bowed politely to the officer in front of him. The woman nodded, dismissing the two of you. Namjoon had his fingers interlocked with yours when he first arrived at the station, definitely breaking the law several times to get there.

When he got a phone call that morning that they had found and rescued you, he ran through several red lights, and once he reached the highway he broke the 100 mph mark. He hastily parked his car and ran towards the station, relieved to see you again.

Now that it was just the two of you, you buckled in your seatbelt in the passenger seat, waiting for Namjoon. You were gone for almost 2 years and things had drastically changed.

When did he learn how to drive? He never drove when we were together…

Namjoon had no choice but to learn how to drive. How else was he going to find you, or have a chance at finding you? He easily aced the written exam portion and when he was able to take the road test, he passed with ease and precision. Sure, he had some difficulty, but dealing with you away from him was worse.

When Namjoon was finally strapped in his seat, he looked at you. He didn’t turn on the engine but just wanted to take some time to admire and see how you had developed over the years. As his hand reached out to caress your cheek, you flinched away. He clenched his jaw, his eyes furrowing.

“I’m not going to hurt you, at least not for a while. I missed you a lot, and I’d be lying to myself and you if I said it didn’t affect me.” You opened your eyes, looking over at him. “Y/n, I’ll try to be better, I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I’m not going to make excuses,” He started the engine, letting it roar. “I don’t take pleasure in seeing you paint me like a monster.”

With that, the rest of the drive was silent, letting you sort out your thoughts, your concerns, everything.

Jimin: 

“Jimin, s-stop, please? I don’t k-know what to do if you’re like this.” You embarrassing nudged said boy who was clinging onto your shoulder.

“I-I missed you so much,” he sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand over his face. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you, I love you, loveyouloveyoulove-”

“Okay!” you interjected. You let Jimin hold onto your arm as you dragged him through the streets. He closed his eyes lovingly rubbing his cheek to yours and plastering small kisses on your hand.

“Y/n, can you take care of me from now on? That way you’ll never be away from me. Ever~” you sighed. Jimin nudged your arm, looking for an answer. “I barely ate when you were gone! I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everything I did reminded me of you. Pleasepleasepleaseee.”

“Yeah yeah.” You murmured. Jimin’s eyes sparkled and his smile grew. He jumped up and down, cheering in joy.

“Thank you, y/n! You better not be lying to me~” His tone darkened at the end. “Or else, you’re just going to make things worse.” With a harsh yank, he pulled your arm towards him, embracing you in the middle of the sidewalk. “I love you,” he whispered under his breath, leaning in and pressing a deep kiss on your lips.

“You’re mine forever. You only belong to me. You should only focus on me. Nobody else matters but me.”

Taehyung: 

Where is she? Where? Where?

“WHERE?!” Taehyung slammed the last door in his apartment open. His knees gave out as he fell onto the wooden floor with a large impact. The ground shook on impact, as Taehyung banged his fists onto the surface.

“No, no, NO!” He screamed, pulling at his hair. “Where is she? Who took her? She’s all I have, how could you DO THIS TO ME?!” A fountain of tears poured down Taehyung’s face, as he tightly clenched his shirt.

He slowly got up, making his way through his studio, his eyes dull and staring at his canvases littered with your face. With a rush of rashness, he grabbed one, crushing it with his bare hands and throwing it straight onto the ground.

“Garbage,” He destroyed another one. “Garbage!” He smashed another one. “It’s all fucking shit!” He yelled, snatching a matchbox off of his desk and igniting it. He tossed the burning match into the pile. The light illuminated and reflected onto his skin as he watched everything burn. It had been almost 6 months since your disappearance. Taehyung slowly crumbled, day by day, week after week, and months of not finding you. Not being able to see you. Not be able to look at his perfect you.

“I’ll find you, y/n. I won’t let them win in the end.”

Jungkook:

It was a quiet night at the Jeon estate. But, the still air was interrupted with the slamming of the house door. Jungkook roughly pushed you through the door causing you to lose your balance and fall onto the cold and solid ground. You rubbed your bottom to ease the fall until you were suddenly jolted back up with a yank of your arm.

Jungkook’s arm was tightly secured around your waist, his eyes which seemed to glow despite the dark night. You nervously stood up straight as his eyes seemed to pierce through you. Awkwardly, you sheepishly gave him a smile, a hand coming up to scratch the back of your head. Jungkook rushed towards you, encasing you in a tight embrace.

“I wish I could’ve killed that bastard.” was all he said. He held onto to you for what felt like forever. It was calming, but it was unlike him which made it strange. Jungkook was never one to show affection. It was only through his selfish desires did he show any sort of love, even though it was a messed up type.

Jungkook’s hands pulled onto the back collar of your shirt, exposing your skin to the cold air. He placed his head into the crook of your neck and began to nip on your skin.

“You’re finally home. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He curled his lips and continued to bite, leading you down the dark hallway and into the bedroom.

[forestwater87]

Secret Santa 2019, Ch. 3

July 8, 2016

7:29 PM

“Ohh, goodness.” David clutched his hands close to his chest, eyes darting around them as they crossed the near-empty parking lot toward Muffin Tops. He huddled closer to Jasper’s side despite the oppressive heat. “Oh my gosh.”

“Will you fucking chill?” Gwen snapped, David’s nervousness clearly getting to her as well. “It’s not like you’re gonna be up on stage.”

“Okay, but I vote we get him up there at the first opportunity,” Jasper cut in, smiling despite the fact that he was feeling pretty weird himself. It wasn’t like he normally took his friends to strip clubs in his spare time, after all. He wasn't that kind of guy (namely, a frat bro or the President). “I bet we could talk Bon into it if the place is dead enough.”

David’s fingers dug into his sleeve, hard enough to drag blunt painful lines down his arm. “Don’t!” he cried, once again glancing around.

Jasper leaned in and kissed David’s temple, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “It’s all good,” he assured him. “And none of our campers are local this year, so you don’t have to keep worrying about parents seeing us.”

“I’m not . . .” He trailed off, seeming to realize that it wasn’t worth trying to lie. His shoulders slumped defeatedly as Jasper ushered them into Muffin Tops. “Thank you,” he murmured, slipping inside, and he knew it wasn’t just for holding the door.

“Always,” he replied, and they fell into step behind Gwen. 

Or -- took a few steps, then immediately stopped because she had faltered to a halt, looking around the dim, noisy space with a panicked look in her eyes.

He leaned in close to David’s ear and said, “Remember Davey, we’re being supportive.”

His eyes widened and he stood upright with a start, like he’d just been caught falling asleep in the middle of a camp activity. “Oh! You’re right!” He pulled away from Jasper, bouncing up to Gwen’s side. “Where should we sit, CBFL?” he chirped; his enthusiasm was a little too child-friendly for this situation, but Jasper watched, impressed, as David led her to a booth near the back of the club with the determined good-naturedness of a sheepdog, settling her in and immediately hopping up to get drinks. “Would you like anything, Jasp?”

“Beer’s fine. Literally whatever’s closest.” He took a seat across from Gwen, and for a moment they both watched David disappear into the gloom. “Doing okay, sport?” he asked; they both winced at his profound dorkiness, but he tried to shake it off. “You look nice.”

She chuckled self-consciously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You sure?” For once they didn’t have to wear their counselors’ uniforms, and Gwen had blown her hair up like a 60s soap opera star and done . . . something to her face; Jasper wasn’t sure what, but it kind of made her look like a magazine cover version of herself. (If he’d ever managed to get his face to look like that, he’d probably stare into a mirror until he died of starvation like Narcissus. He resolved to look up men’s makeup later, just for the hell of it -- even though he’d probably come across more like an overweight vampire than David Bowie.) They’d had to talk her out of calling the whole thing off when she’d emerged from her room looking dressier than Jasper and David combined, but in the flashing colors and low light of the club Gwen looked infinitely more like she belonged than Jasper did in his vintage -- which was really a nice way to say “old and kind of trashy” -- technicolor clothes and David’s impossibly wrinkle-free polo shirt and jeans.

Jasper suddenly realized how improbable the three of them looked together, like they came from different planets. A supermodel, a Mormon missionary, and a sentient pile of thrift-store rejects walk into a strip club . . .

“Gwen,” he said sincerely, “I would bet a hundred bucks you could take anyone in here home if you wanted to.”

She snorted, looking pleased despite herself. “And yet it’ll just be you two.”

He leaned back, grinning. “I know,” he agreed, catching sight of David weaving through the tables, which were finally starting to fill up. “Aren’t you lucky?”

David set their drinks down with the grace of a bartender (which he was, the rest of the year) and slid into the booth next to Jasper. “Well, Gwen,” he said, folding his hands on the table like he was going to pray, “what do you think?”

She froze with her glass halfway to her mouth, eyes wide and wary. “About what?”

“All this, of course!” He gestured around the room, where a steady stream of people were picking their way through the tables scattered like islands through the low warehouse; where women, wearing glittery scraps of nothing that caught the lights like fireflies, were ferrying drinks to and from the bar and flirting with apparent regulars. No one was onstage at the moment, but there was an expectant hum underneath the pounding music, and two poles were lit up by spotlights. “Where should we begin?”

“Begin . . . what?” Gwen glanced over at Jasper, looking like she was regretting every recent decision. He shrugged, thinking that maybe David was being too supportive now and wondering if he could possibly tone that shit down before something really stupid happened.

The sunshine drained from David’s face slightly, and he also turned to Jasper. “Gee, I don’t know.”

They were both looking at him, and he groaned. “Well, I don’t know either! Pretty sure the only place I’ve ever been like this was some . . . furry vore land in Second Life. That was a weird afternoon -- remind me to tell you about it later,” he added to Gwen, winking. “Why don’t we just ask Bon?”

David’s face brightened as Gwen’s paled. “We so don’t need to --”

“What a neat idea, Jasp! Come on!” David leapt to his feet, taking Jasper’s hand before giving Gwen an appraising look. “. . . On second thought, maybe you should wait here. With . . .” He widened his eyes, jerking his head in her direction with all the subtlety of Groucho Marx.

Jasper reminded himself to never allow his boyfriend to consider a career in espionage. “What exactly are you expecting me to do? Tackle her if she makes a break for it?”

David either didn’t hear this comment or chose to ignore it, turning away with a wave and a cheery “Be right back!” before diving back into the growing crowd. Jasper just sighed and lifted his beer, clinking it against the drink Gwen had set down on the table.

“Cheers.” When she didn’t respond, slumping back in the booth like she was going to disappear under the table, he placed his hand on her forearm. She jumped at the sudden touch, nearly knocking her glass over, and with his beer-laden arm he gingerly slid it out of her reach. “What gives, Gwengarry Gwen Ross? I thought you liked Bon.”

The dumb nickname didn’t make her smile. “I mean, I do,” she said with a miserable shrug. “But of all the people here to talk to about this? After that play disaster?”

He winced at the memory. During one of Preston’s earliest plays of the summer, Max had stolen Gwen’s phone and changed everything from her “Looking For” (all genders, “anything as long as it’s nasty”) to her photo (Neil, who was at that age where boys kind of looked like gangly, awkward young women in the right light) and had snagged the attention of one of the few eligible townies in Sleepy Peak. That debacle had ended in an extremely awkward date between Gwen and Bonquisha Harding, a woman with the body of a pro wrestler and the personality of a monster truck. They were pretty good friends now -- and the four of them got together every few weeks to watch old movies -- but he could see why it might be uncomfortable to chat with her ex about lap dances or . . . whatever.

“I mean, I told her I was straight! And now what? Like, is she gonna think I’m stalking her at work?” Her eyes widened in horror. “Oh fuck, what if she thinks I want to go out with her or something? Or what if she thinks I don’t wanna go out with her? We decided this wouldn’t work because I was straight! And if I’m not? That’s so insulting! What if --”

“Breathe, Rumpelstiltsgwen.” She glared at him -- he had to admit, it wasn’t his best work -- and he handed over her drink along with his beer. “I think you need this more than I do.” She took both drinks, finishing them in record time, and despite the situation he was impressed. “You must’ve been fun in college.”

She snorted, glancing over Jasper’s shoulder and swallowing hard. He turned to see David scurrying back to their table, dwarfed by the beautiful gold-glittery amazon at his side. “H -- hi, Bon,” she said weakly as they approached.

“Hey, sugar!” Bonquisha kissed the air next to Gwen’s cheek and settled into the booth. She was wearing a shimmering bikini-type-thing (he wasn’t very good with women’s clothing) that reminded him of Princess Leia, and sparkles were splashed across her cheekbones and shoulders like freckles made of stars. “It’s fantasy night,” she explained at his curious look, hoisting up a fake spear before turning her attention back to Gwen. “Hear you’re looking to join the other team?”

Gwen buried her face in her hands with a groan, sinking down into her chair. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Aw, come on! It’s a great place to be!” Bon spread her arms across the back of their seat and grinned at Jasper and David, a wide, expansive smile that was impossible not to return. “Right, guys?”

David looked like he wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so Jasper jumped in: “Bonnaroo, I think Gwen’s a little nervous about how to . . . you know . . .” He raised his eyebrows, not sure how to explain what exactly they were here for. “Do it. Not -- not it, but like . . . stuff. All of it. I should stop talking.”

She laughed. “Don’t worry, Gloomy,” she said to Gwen, flicking her ponytail affectionately, “we get a lotta women like that coming around here, so all the girls know it’s standard procedure. This is a good place to figure yourself out.” 

Gwen had been staring steadfastly at the table, but glanced over at Bonquisha, the corner of her mouth lifting. “Really?” she asked hopefully.

“Totally! Now, I gotta get back to work because they don’t pay me to pal around with my friends --” She winked. “-- but start by just looking, all right? You two,” she added, pointing at Jasper and David (who glanced at each other with some alarm), “you’re Gwen’s straight friends tonight, got it?”

Jasper suddenly felt like he needed a snapback and a sports jersey, maybe a shark-tooth necklace. “Guess we should get more beer,” he said to David, shrugging. “The more it tastes like horse pee, the better.”

“My man!” Bon held out her fist, and Jasper bumped it (feeling like the single whitest person on earth as he did so). “I’m due up onstage now or I’d get your drinks for ya. Tip Brandi well, she’s good people.” She put a hand on Gwen’s shoulder, her smile softening. “I’m proud of you, gloomy girl. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself, okay? Just have fun.”

As David escorted Bonquisha to the stage on his way back to the bar, Jasper studied Gwen’s face. She wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack, which was good, but she still seemed to have trouble looking away from the small tea light in the center of the table. 

He supposed this was where his role as “straight friend” came in. “Uhh . . . she’s cute,” he finally said, glancing across the room at a woman decked out like a mermaid, complete with shimmering waves of black hair and a blue-green tail . . . skirt . . . thing (he really wasn’t good with women’s clothing) and feeling like the single skeeviest person on earth. 

Which . . . was probably good, considering where they were. He was in character.

She glanced up, following his gaze to the mermaid in question. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Not really my type, though.” She covered her mouth as a sharp, nervous laugh bubbled out of her. “What the hell am I saying? I don’t have a type. I . . . god, what the fuck am I doing . . .”

“Hey,” Jasper said, leaning forward so she had to look at him instead of spiraling further. “It’s me, brah, your straight friend Jasper.” She snorted, some of the panic fading from her eyes. “And I’m telling you, as your straight friend, that we can leave any time you want. We’re here for you, Gwen.” 

“Okay.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “No pressure, right?” she asked, and the look on her face was so sincere, almost plaintive.

“Not even a single psi.” He wasn’t sure he was saying that right, having slept through most of his science classes in both high school and college. But it brought a smile to Gwen’s face, so he considered it a job well done.

She shook her shoulders, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand, and examined the crowd with interest for the first time since they’d arrived. “All right,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. After a few seconds of silence she sat up straight again. “Oh,” she breathed, then tapped Jasper’s arm and gestured unsubtly toward a woman wearing fairy wings and wreathed in pink flowers. “She . . . uh, makes my chest feel kinda fizzy?” Her eyes met his, uncertainty mixed with excitement in her face. “Is that . . . ? ”

He glanced back in the fairy’s direction just as David bumped into her, balancing three beers. Despite his lack of hands, David steadied her with his elbow, his smile turning apologetic as he made sure she was okay before returning to their table. Their eyes locked and David’s smile widened. 

And . . . well, yes, the feeling in Jasper’s chest was somewhat fizzy, because it turned out he wasn’t very good at being straight after all. 

“Yeah,” he assured Gwen, unable to stifle a silly grin as he watched David approach. “Yeah, that’s definitely in the ballpark.”

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Restraint Ch.4

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Vampire AU, Smut.

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT(YAY!)(oral f&m receiving, fingering, penetration Slight BDSM dom themes).

Word Count:2083

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

My first BTS fanfiction :) happy reading Armys! Remember to reblog, comments always welcome :). 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | 

🎵Charlie Puth – How Long🎵 you sighed when you realised your phone was on the bed and you’d just sat down;you rushed up and accepted the call.

“Hey Kook what’s up” You chirped pleasantly sinking back down consumed in the comfort of your new sofa and draped your fleece throw back over your shoulders. “We’ve just finished practice if you want a hand unpacking” he offered despite the exhaustion embedded in his voice. You sighed exasperatedly and audibly. “Or do you want an excuse to avoid it” he re-offered

“Please” you pleaded. Jungkook chuckled softly 

“Okay well how about you come over after your showcase and we can watch a film” 

There was a light knock at the door, heaving yourself out of your snuggly contentment you opened the door. You were greeted again by Yoongi a faint curve to his lips which snowballed into a full gummy smile on meeting your gaze, you turned and left the door open nonchalantly 

“You can crash too if you want, Yoongi has a small bed in his studio, I’m sure he won’t mind especially for you” 

You half flinched as Yoongi pressed himself up behind you, hands pressed to your bare stomach which was exposed under your crop fleecy jumper. Running his lips softly to the crook of in your neck imprinting his moist soft lips; you couldn’t help but sigh.

“Why do you say that” you blurted attempting to stabilise your voice. His breath gliding across your skin was swiftly undoing the work of your run and shower; your resistance was crumbling. “I think he has a thing for you” You couldn’t help but find this incredibly amusing giving your current situation, Yoongi seemed to share this amusement feeling his lips shape into a grin.

“Seriously? Where do you get that idea from, his overwhelming lack of interaction with me? Well typical really trust me to attract the grumpy one” you toyed, one of his hands quickly wrapped in your hair and pulled, ripping a slight moan from you lips which you disguised with a cough. He heard your heart crash into your ribs. He continued his punishment and delicately trickled his hand under your waistband; you rebuffed him and moved away before the heat completely consumed you.

“Don’t give me that you’ve always had a crush on him, anyway I’ll ask him about the bed when he gets back, I can’t match make without you both here” Yoongi’s eyes glimmered with amused knowing, his nose slightly crinkled at the force of his cheeks pressing against it. Shit he can hear exactly what Jungkook just said. You leant on the table prepared to ward off any advances temporarily. “I’ll message later when I’m on route” you confirmed avoiding his last comment.

“Okay babe See you later”

“Bye”. The phone clicked and you placed it on the table.

“Had a crush on me do you?” He teased he stalked closer to you

“You can’t talk Mr couldn’t come near me because I smelt nice, now are you going to stop teasing me and fuck me already” Near enough launching at you crashing lips and everything else into you knocking all the wind from your lungs. He shed his unbuttoned chequered shirt without breaking contact, your hand searched for the bottom of his black tee and relieved him exposing the white creamy tone of his torso and it reminded you of the moonlight. His blue jeans hung onto his hips taunting his V line. Following your lead he ravaged you of your jumper. He disturbed the lustful need stepping back to admire you in your lacy red balconette bra. He latched back onto your lips with more urgency like he needed them to survive

“I guess I should start back where I left off” he breathed breaking the fitted puzzle pieces of your lips. He coaxed his way beneath your waistband and pleasingly found you’d neglected to put underwear on after your shower. Sliding his fingers through your excitement you both exhaled in sync “I love how wet you get for me” He lifted you up round his waist and carried you at a human pace and cradled you down onto the bed and disposed of your trousers. He yanked your bra down and his tongue delicately whirled around your nipple in contrast to his other hand roughly kneading your other breast. His nose traced down your stomach as delicately as an artist’s pencil before flattening his tongue where you desperately needed it. With the build up from earlier it wasn’t long before you was on the brink. He felt your muscles begins to quiver where he held you at the top of your hips

“Don’t stop” you managed in the middle of a cry tangling your hand in his hair, uselessly trying to tilt your hips into his tongue as it was pressed to your clit and moving in waves, each motion feeling more like a tsunami of bliss. Muscle tension was at breaking point. As soon as your muscles started their frenzied quest for succor Yoongi thrust his fingers into you giving your walls something to clench around as the pulses shuddered through you. You cried out rolling your head back into the pillow, your back curved in steep arch. You watched him sit up and back onto his legs licking his fingers like the cat that got the cream. “Don’t you dare think I’m done with you baby girl” the glimmer of prurience in his eyes seemed all the more blinding through the dark aperture of his pupils.

“Don’t you dare think I’ve had enough” You countered biting your lip and grappled with his belt with intense fervor. Letting you pull his jeans free freeing his member which had definitely been uncomfortably restricted. You stood up flushed with poise and pulled him round and pushed him to sit on the bed. He smiled and exhaled an amused breath

“I’ll give you 5 minutes in charge”

“Who made you the boss” you challenged knowing full well you fully endorsed his control. He snatched your wrist and dragged you roughly onto his lap reasserting his strength and dominance, feeling him in between your legs.

“I’m the one who can get you to do anything I want” you respond digging your nails into the back of his neck kissing him greedily trying to avoid his fangs, you yelped faintly as one of his teeth perforated your lip shallowly. His tongue darted out straight instantly enjoying the product. His grip tightened on your behind as your blood surged through his system like heroin; inundating his synapses causing a euphoric surge. Yoongi rocked himself and his member along your arousal

“Is that a hint” you teased. Those eyes of his grew wide and bright; this was extinguished as you removed yourself from his lap and deprived him. His bottom lip pouting out, sulking. He forgave when you dropped to your knees and silenced any response escaping his lips. All he managed was a low guttural sound as you took him in your mouth, his head lolled back and sucked at his bottom lip as he enjoyed your tongue exploring his shaft “Fuck Y/N” he hissed breathlessly when you took him further into your mouth and teased the remaining with your hand. His breathing was becoming more and more staggered; his hand clenching in your hair “Times up baby doll” sounding disappointed, you complied and got back to your feet where he stood a hairs length from your face “I want that mouth crying out for me now” the abrupt pause of your breathing only stirred more need for you.

“You like it when I control you, I can hear the smallest variation in your breathing and not to mention your blood rushing faster” he affirmed. You were almost shy feeling exposed; you couldn’t hide your desires or reactions from him. Eyes directed at the floor a small ministration sucking your lip raising your eyes with as much innocence as you could. “Don’t play with me, on the bed!” you did as you were told while unclipping your bra and dropping it to the floor with a glare commanding him to you. He diffused into a blur and was on you, your body jumped with excitement. Legs wrapped round his waist, his weight was piled onto your hands only straining the intensity flowing between you. Your skin on his beautifully poisonous, just so intoxicating. You was desperate for him now, bucking your hips against him, you sighed frustrated almost struggling. This only causes his face to crease into a wicked smile knowing you were completely his.

“What do you want?” he whispered in your ear, his lips close to your burning skin. Even Yoongi was struggling to keep himself at bay but he wanted to hear you beg.

“You, stop teasing” you wriggled childishly having a tantrum beneath him. He looked to the right mimicking deep thought as he considered your reply, he moved and aligned himself with you and teased his tip before pulling away. You audibly exhaled your anger, more at the fact he’d reduced you to begging. “Yoongi please I need you inside me” you desperately pleaded.

“Mmm that’s better” he kissed your neck and sucked blossoming purple flowers in the wake of his lips. He thrust into you, the pleasure causing a relieved cry; from both of you. Fingers gripping tightly at his sides bracing for him to bite you again; he very nearly did, he was overwhelmed at how good you felt around him It was exquisite, not to mention the deep bass of your pulse. You fingers dug in deeper as your sweet spot was being hit racing you to the edge. “Yoongi I’m going to..” He decided to stop dead

“Not yet you’re not baby” In a smooth motion he climbed off you and rolled you onto your left side and his skin pressed up against you, your bodies fitting together so naturally. You wailed as your hair was yanked down stretching your neck back, he held you there your ear in line with his lips “You cum when I say” he panted, torturously slowly entering you again. You fought against his unfaltering grip wanting nothing more than to roll your head into the pillow muffling your cries which became less audible and more resembling breathless pants. The slow crank turning the wheel of the knot inside you began tightening again, the agonisingly slow pace was only making the climb sweeter and harder all at once. Knuckles drained of colour as they tangled in the sheets. His hold on your waist holding you in place, he let you move when his hand found you throbbing bundle of nerves. “Baby” he panted “you feel so good” pushing yourself back harder into him; your body felt almost on the verge of collapse. He circled your clit at the same pace as he pushing into you.

“Please Yoongi I can’t..” you cried, every moan, every breath out you were pained trying to stop yourself from coming undone. “Cum over me baby, let go” the apex of cliff collapsed underneath you, succumbing to the full body spasm dragging a moan verging on a scream out of you. His lips clamped onto your neck puncturing your skin, your moans climbed higher a scream. The pressure of him siphoning your life force commanded your walls to pulse around him with more intensity; you felt a cool trickle of blood make its way across your chest. A dim sting in your neck began to creep in despite your body still suffering pleasantly from aftershocks. He was thrusting faster, still dragging cries from you, his hips jerked succumbing to his own release.

The moment his mouth left you you buried your head completely spent and a bit light headed. Hand resting on your hip, his head pressing to your back breathing frantically “I can’t get enough of you” he panted softly kissing your back. He leant up on his arm bit his fingers a bulge of blood grew and he painted it over the puncture sites; a slight itching and then they were gone. You couldn’t even muster a response, your breathing was still tapering off. Twisting to half face him exhaustedly smiling, his hair clinging to his forehead layered with sweat. The gentle caress of his lips meeting yours dispersed a warm comforting feeling within you. Propped up on his elbow he peacefully held you fall into a restful slumber.

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Bellamy Blake x Reader fanfic part one

Note: Hi guys! I really hope you enjoy this fic that follows the reader during her journey on the gronud! Please send me feedback!

Summary: How does (y/n) survive on the ground without the illegal drugs from the ark? Can she cope without them or will the stress of the other delinquents push her to the edge? Also, how will she react when she sees Bellamy on the ground too, the boy who betrayed her. 

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You moved swiftly through the room. You took in the smell of the drugs that hung from the plants. You quickly stuffed the weed into your bag before moving to the door. You took one more look around the room to make sure you hadn't left any tracks, then you left.

Things were tough on the ark. The drugs were strictly for medical use, but ever since Monty and Jasper let you take a puff of weed at their party, you were hooked. What you were doing was illegal. Monty and Jasper had both been put away for stealing weed. But you were careful not to get caught, that was until today. You quietly shut the door behind you and you ran forward, heading straight for your room. You would do this weekly, but you told yourself you had to stop. The addiction was getting stronger and you didn't want to let it take over.

You ran down the long corridors of the ark, looking around nervously incase you bumped into a guard. The only sounds you heard were the echoes of your feet against the floor.

A sharp sound shot through the air and you came to an immediate halt. You were out of breath but you tried to keep your breathing quiet. You could have sworn that was the sound of a gunshot. You looked over your shoulder and then forward again. You wondered what had happened, but you pushed your curiosity aside and started walking forward. You picked up the pace a little and looked once more over your shoulder. Bad idea. You turned your head back round but your body collided with another and you were thrown to the floor.

You let out a small cry and saw your drugs now scattered around you on the floor. You looked up and saw a frantic looking guy staring at you. He was out of breath as well, you noticed. You stared at each other for what felt like ages and you began to recognise him. That was Bellamy Blake, the one whose sister hid under the floor. Your eyes flickered down to his hand which held a gun, and then you looked back into his eyes.

Loud voices broke the deafening silence between you and you twisted your head to the right. The guards were coming. You looked forward but only saw a blank wall. Bellamy was gone and the gun was left in front of you. Your eyes grew wide at the scene around you. You were surrounded by stolen weed and even worse, a gun that did some damage. You scrambled to your feet and started to run, leaving behind the mess. Your plan didn't work though. From both sides guards were running to the scene. You were trapped.

Marcus Kane led the guards down the hall and towards you. There was no point running now, you couldn't escape. You were backed up against the wall as Kane approached you.  

"Is all of this your doing?" Kane asked, his voice stern.

You looked at Kane dumbfounded. How would he react about all of this? He was close friends with your parents until they got floated. He had promised your parents that he would keep a close watch on you, make sure you didn't get into trouble. He did a shit job.

"Yes- I mean no, not all of it" you stuttered, your voice shaking as you avoided his eyes.

"Jaha's hit!" You heard a guard shout from the room down the hall.

Your eyes grew wide as you looked back to Kane. He stared at you, not believing you could do such a thing. But you couldn't, there was no way you could shoot Jaha, even after floating your parents. You started shaking your head as Kane reluctantly ordered a guard to cuff you.

"Take her to the dropship with the rest of the delinquents" Kane said, avoiding your eyes.

Where? What the hell was a dropship?

"Kane I didn't do it! You have to believe me!" You pleaded, but the guards were already dragging you away. You silently cursed under your breath as you thought of Bellamy. How could that bastard leave you hanging like this? He deliberately left the gun with you so he could save his own ass. What a dick.

You headed towards the cells in which criminals under 18 were kept, but to your surprise the guards led you right passed it.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked.

The guard didn't reply but only pulled you further. You rolled your eyes In annoyance as you approached a door. It was latched shut until the guard twisted it open. You were pushed inside and shocked to see all the delinquents strapped into seats. All eyes were on you as the guard pushed you into a chair, strapping you down. Your cuffs were taken off and replaced with a thicker metal cuff on your left wrist. Then the guard left without another word. You noticed a few people you used to hang out with before they got locked up.

You saw Murphy, Harper, Monty and Jasper among the other faces of criminals.

"What the hell is going on?" You asked no one in particular.

"Apparently Jaha thought it was a good idea to send us to the ground." Murphy answered, licking his lips as he eyed you in his chair. You ignored his flirtatious gesture as you always had done. You and Murphy had a bit f history. you were there for each other when your parents got floated, and when you put two sad people in a room together, it usually ends in a mistake. One thing led to another and you ended up sleeping together. But that was a one time thing and you never allowed it to happen again, no matter how hard Murphy tried.

"We're going down to see if the ground is survivable." A blond girl said, matter of factly.

You looked over at her and realised who she was. Clarke Griffin, one of the privileged. You never had anything against those who had parents in power. You would have been one of the 'privileged' if your parents were still alive, but now you lived amongst the workers, sharing rooms with different people.

A low rumble started and the whole place shook. You heard murmurs from above and you looked up to find there was another floor that must have been full of other delinquents. You held onto your armrest and dug your nails into them. It just dawned on you that this trip could kill you. No one has been to the earth in hundreds of years. The air could still be toxic, and the collision of the landing could also kill you all. You felt your heart speed up as the whole ship wobbled. You looked around and locked eyes with Murphy. I guess his face would be the last you would see if you died. You squeezed your eyes shut as the rattling noise of the ship exploded in your ears. You imagined the ship plummeting into the earths atmosphere and you prayed that today wasn't your last day.

All of a sudden everyone jolted forward.

"What happened?" Jasper croaked out, his voice hoarse. "Are we dead?"

"The parachute has deployed. We'll hit the ground in about five minutes" Clarke said, a small smile spread across her face as she realised we were all still alive.

Five minutes had passed and a small thump let everyone now that we were on the ground. Everyone paused and looked at each other for a second before quickly undoing their seat belts. People from the second floor of the ship began to climb down the ladder and pile into your space.

"Well what are you waiting for? Open up that door" came a voice from the back.

You undid your seat belt and pushed your way to the front of the growing crowd. A young girl with straight black hair placed her hand on the door handle and began to tug at it.

"Wait!" Clarke pushed her way through the crowd.  "The radiation out there could kill us"

"Well that's the whole reason we were sent down here, right?" Murphy said, coming up behind you.

"Octavia!" A shout from the back of the ship sent heads turning. The girl who was tugging at the door had stopped and whipped her head round.

"Bellamy?" She called out.

Your heart froze as you looked at the boy now pushing through the crowd. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him as he made his way to who you assumed was his sister. They hugged as soon as they were close to each other.

"Isn't that the girl from under the floor?"

"It's floor girl"

Whispers were spreading amongst the delinquents which made Octavia snap her eyes in the crowds direction. She let go of Bellamy and ran forward but Clarke held her back.

"Ignore them" she said.

Octavia turned back to the door and Bellamy looked around, his eyes finally landing on you. He was the whole reason you were in this mess. You felt anger build up inside of you as he continued to stare at you. He had a guilty look on his face which immediately disappeared as the door creaked open. Light poured into the dimly lit ship and everyone took in a breath of air. You all waited anxiously to see what would happen. Nothing. Octavia walked out of the ship and stopped just before the dirt. She looked back at the group and you saw Bellamy give her a small nod and smile. She smiled back and jumped onto the ground, the dirt squishing under her weight.

"We're back bitches!" She shouted, throwing her hands in the air. 

The group of delinquents around you cheered as they ran outside too, taking in the beautiful scenery around them. You stood still as you watched everyone spill out of the ship.  You still couldn't believe you were here. How the hell would you survive down here. You were all criminals with no experience on how to take care of yourselves. Except for Bellamy, you thought. What had he done to get down here? He was definitely over 18. And why the hell did he shoot Jaha? 

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Adventures in Retail

Requests are open! Send them in if you have anything :)

Summary: Working in retail is a nightmare. When you meet Namjoon, you come to appreciate the stock room a little more, though.

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Smut and a little fluff

Warnings: Daddy kink, slight choking

“Thank you for shopping with us. Have a wonderful day.“ You tried to put as much enthusiasm as you possibly could into your voice. It got to be harder and harder to do as the day went on and you repeated the same phrase every five minutes. The midday rush had finally died down, so you had decided to walk around and straighten some clothes that had been mindlessly placed by some customers.

As you were folding some shirts you felt eyes on you. You looked around until you saw a group of guys standing a few feet away glancing at you. You walked up to them, knowing that most of the time when men came into the store, they were usually too prideful to ask for help.

“Are you gentleman finding everything all right?” They all smiled brightly and nodded.

“We were just browsing. Do you work here?”

”I do. My name is Y/N, so if you have any questions, just let me know. I’ll be more than happy to help.” They thanked you, and you noticed the taller one of the bunch kept staring at you with a look that you couldn’t quite figure out. You smiled, then went back to folding the pile of shirts that had been messed up earlier. A few moments later, you heard someone clearing their throat behind you.

“Excuse me. Would you mind helping me?”

You turned around, seeing the tall one from the group you had talked to before.

“That’s what they pay me for. What can I do for you?” He smiled, looking at the ground for a second before looking back up at you.

“Do you happen to have any red Converse shoes here?” You smiled as you started to walk towards the shoe section, motioning him to follow you.

“You have good taste. All our shoes are over here. The Converse section is my favorite.” He chuckled behind you, and your heart skipped a little at the sound.

“Thank you. My name is Namjoon, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Namjoon. Like I said earlier, my name is Y/N. If you have any more questions-”

“I’ll be sure to let you know.” You gave him a small smile as you turned to walk back to your shirts.

“These clothes will be folded whether they like it or not.”

When you finally finished folding your pile, you felt a presence behind you again.

“Hey Y/N? Do you mind helping me again?” You laughed, turning around to see Namjoon smiling sweetly at you.

“Sure. What do you need?”

“Well, I was wondering what kind of shirt to wear with my new shoes.” You cocked your eyebrow, smirking at him.

“Do you just want me to help you pick out an entire outfit?”

“Actually, that sounds wonderful. If you don’t mind, of course.”

You helped Namjoon pick out an entire ensemble, including some bracelets and rings. You talked a lot and learned about each other. The more you got to know about him, the harder your heart started to pound in your chest. You brought him to the register and smiled.

“My coworker will ring you up.”

“Thank you for everything Y/N. Maybe I should shop here more often and get you to help me.” You blushed a little as you smiled sweetly at him.

“I’d like that. I don’t mind helping you. You’re a lot nicer to deal with then some of the people we get that come through here.” You waved at him and went to do some cleaning around the store to occupy yourself for the remainder of your shift.

“Y/N. Do you mind going to the stock room to do a quick inventory check? We forgot to do it yesterday.” You agreed and made your way to the back where the stock room was. You started to check the inventory, humming to yourself because it was too quiet back there. You heard the door close, which confused you since it was policy to keep that door open while there was someone in the stock room. A customer must have snuck in, thinking that there was no one in the room.

“I’m sorry, but there are no customers allowed back here-” As you rounded the corner, you saw Namjoon standing there.

“Namjoon? What are you doing back here? You shouldn’t be here.”

He didn’t say anything as he slowly walked over to where you were standing. You felt your heart pounding in your chest when he got close enough for you to smell his cologne. His hand slowly reached out to touch the velvet choker you had decided to wear that day.

“Namjoon?” He stayed silent still, his finger slowly running back and forth across the choker. His hand moved up a little until his fingers were completely around your throat.

“Do you wear this because you like to be choked Kitten?” You closed your eyes as you bit your lip to keep from moaning at the pet name he gave you. You felt his hold on your throat get a little tighter.

“I believe I asked you a question.”

“Please Daddy!” Your eyes snapped open as soon as you realized what had just come out of your mouth. Namjoon’s eyes darkened as he stared at you.

“On your knees. Now.” You quickly obeyed and got onto your knees, staring up at him as you waited for you next command.

“I think you know what to do Kitten.” You shakily reached out and undid the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down before pulling his pants and boxers down. He was bigger than you had expected, which sent a wave of heat right to your core.

“Don’t just sit there. Suck.”

You started to slowly stroke his cock. While keeping your eyes on his, you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked. He inhaled sharply and grabbed the back of your head.

“Don’t even think about teasing.” You quickly took as much of him as you could into your mouth while your hand stroked what was left. The groan that left his mouth urged you to suck a little harder as you bobbed your head. His fingers tightened in your hair and his hips thrust a little when you added your tongue to the mix.

“Fuck. You’re better at this than I thought you would be.” You smiled to yourself, your ego blowing up. You hollowed your cheeks, moving your mouth lower until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. He groaned and roughly pulled you off him.

“I won’t last if you keep doing that Kitten. Stand up.” Your legs wobbled a little as you slowly stood. He quickly picked you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. Your legs were quick to wrap around his waist, the feel of his hard cock against your clothed pussy under your skirt making you wetter than you already were.

“I’ll have to repay the favor next time. I need to be inside of you now or I may just lose my damn mind.”

He quickly pushed your panties to the side and ran his cock along your slit a few times.

“Already so wet for me. You like sucking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. His hand wrapped around your throat.

You have to be quiet this time Kitten. As much as I’d love to hear your moans, we don’t want to get caught before the main event.” You bit down on your lip and nodded. Your nails dug into his shoulder as he wasted no more time, slamming his cock straight into you.

“Holy shit. You’re so tight Kitten. Just for me.” He quickly built up his thrusts to a brutally rough and fast pace. You tried to meet his thrusts at first, but the pleasure got to be too much, so you focused on keeping quiet instead. His mouth met yours in a heated kiss, allowing you to finally release the noises building up inside you. His thumb pressed hard on your clit, and his kisses moved to your neck.

“Cum for me baby. I want you to cum all over my cock. Now.” You bit your hand to hold back your screams as your walls contracted around him. You saw flashes of white as you came all over his cock. He was somehow able to go faster, groaning at how you looked coming down from your high. He stilled as he released inside of you. The only sound in the room was heavy breathing for a moment. He looked up at you and smiled shyly.

“Would it be weird to ask you out-”

“Y/N? Are you still back here? Why is this door closed?” You quickly jumped down and fixed yourself before kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

“I get off in an hour.” You winked at him and walked out to distract your manager so that Namjoon could sneak out. Maybe you should wear your choker more often.

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Darling | Part 1

♔ a/n: okay so this is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic! i got the inspiration for this fic while watching ‘p.s. i love you’ for the 100th time (i cry literally every time i watch that movie tbfh) so i really hope you enjoy this! feel free to follow and stay tuned for more!  ~ admin nat

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS JUST INSPIRED BY THE STORY. I AM BY NO MEANS TRYING TO TAKE CREDIT FROM THE AUTHOR, CECILIA AHERN.

♔ pairing: taehyung x reader (jin x reader)

♔ genre: angst, fluff

♔ word count: 1,950

You whipped around to face him as you heard the hotel room door shut. Your nostrils flared and your hands clenched as your throat painfully tightened in pure anger. He seemed scared to see you in this state, his whole body quivering under your intense glare.

“I can’t believe you. Three years. Three whole fucking years and she didn’t know that we were married?!” you finally spat out.

He flinched at your words, feeling the anger radiating from your body. “I know you’re upset, but please understand that I had a very good reason.”

You huffed, sliding off your heels.

“What ‘good’ reason could you possibly have to not mention your marriage to your own goddamn mother?! Do you know how mortified I am?!” you shouted, chucking your shoes at him. He refused to move, squinting his eyes shut as the shoes hit his chest and shoulder.

“Yes, but I was going to tell her eventua-”

“WHEN were you going to tell her, Jin?! The poor woman still thought I was your exchange student from college! It doesn’t help that she’s not that fond of foreigners to begin with!”

“Well I don’t know what you want me to do about it now! What’s done is done…. Please just let me explain myself, goddamnit!” he shot back, his tone catching you off guard. You have had enough of him playing the victim. You tightened your jaw, the words leaving your mouth before you could think.

“Get out.”

Jin’s eyes widened at your words, his aggressive exterior immediately vanishing. “W-what?”

You took a deep breath and lifted your eyes to meet his, your heart instantly breaking upon the sight of your husband’s lip trembling.. “You heard me. Get out.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed as his brows furrowed in frustration.

“Aish.. Michigetda….” he grumbled under his breath. He shot you one last look before turning around slamming the door behind him.

Worry began to fill your head as you stood in front of the mirror in your underwear. You had noticed that about 30 minutes had gone by since you kicked him out. I wonder if he’s okay.. you thought while reaching for your phone on the sink. You hesitated to dial his number, your thumb hovering over the call button. A sigh escaped your lips as you gave in, pressing his number.

Your stomach dropped as the call went straight to voicemail, leaving you with twice the amount of worry you had before. You couldn’t stay still now. You paced around the hotel room, anxiety eating at your brain. Out of curiosity, you checked the time on your phone.

“2:32 am?!” You exclaimed. You quickly tossed your phone off to the side, running across the room to grab clothes. “Fuck!”

How stupid could you be? How could you kick your husband out of your shared hotel room in the early hours of the morning? Where was he supposed to go? Back to his mother’s? Your mind went into full panic mode as you hastily threw on a coat and sneakers, disregarding the fact that you only had a bra and underwear on underneath. You didn’t care at this point. You needed to make sure he was okay.

You grabbed your purse off of the bed, preparing yourself to take the subway towards Gwacheon. Tugging the door open, you stumbled out, tripping over your unusually large shoes. You looked down, realizing that the shoes you were wearing were Jin’s.

“Fuck! I’m such a fucking idiot!” you mumbled to yourself, rubbing at your temples. You seriously screwed up. Both of you are supposed to be flying back to  America in 7 hours and you’ve lost your husband, all because you were upset.

“What in the world are you wearing?”

You froze at the familiar voice coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, your eyes fell down to the handsome man that was your husband, sitting on the floor outside your hotel room. You could tell that he was crying. His face was puffy and red, and his knotted hair was sticking up in all directions. He looked so pitiful, like a little kid that was abandoned.

You didn’t give him time to stand up before you jumped on him, sobbing into his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Jin. I’m such a moron and a terrible wife and I’m so fucking sorry for doing this to you. I thought you had left to go home.”

He picked you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He took a gentle hand and lifted your face to his, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours.

“Home? You’re my home.” he said, accompanied with a cute smile.

His smile quickly faded as he carefully let you down back on your feet, reaching for your hands. “So I’m guessing that you want to know why I didn’t tell her.”

You nodded.

“You already know how my mom isn’t a huge fan of foreigners..”

You nodded again, wondering where he was going with this.

His grip tightened as a sigh left his lips. “Well....back in the late 70′s, my mother married an American soldier.”

His words hit you like a brick wall. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words would come out.

He chuckled at your expression. “Bet you weren’t expecting that, were you?” he asked.

You shook your head, trying to process what he had said. “Not at all,” you answered, “but why would she marry a foreigner if she doesn’t like them?”

“That’s the thing,” he started, “she used to not have a problem with them.”

You shifted your feet, reluctantly growing curious. “Well….what happened?”

“She got her heart broken.” He swiped his thumb across your hand. “They were together for 10 years. One day he was there, and the next, he was gone. No letters. No phone calls. So, she moved right back to Korea where she met my father and, a few years later, gave birth to me. My father was an abusive man, and they split up before I was born. To this day, she’s still in love with that soldier. And.... although she’s too proud to admit it, she still waits for him.”

“Oh wow,” your voice cracked, “I had no idea. That’s crazy. Your poor mother….”

He nodded at your words. “She just doesn’t want to see the same thing happen to me. It’s not personal. I hope you understand that was the reason why I was so hesitant to tel-”

You cut him off with a passionate kiss. His face turned red at the sudden action, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.

“I’ll never leave you. I promise.” you said as you held up your pinky finger. “Now let’s go back inside and get some sleep, hm?” 

                                             {7 months later}

Dressed in black, you looked nervously around the dimly lit room as more and more of Jin’s friends and family piled in. They all approached you one by one, giving their thoughts and apologies, before turning and bowing at the dark green urn that was positioned beside your favorite picture of Jin. He was wearing a red sweater, his expression in mid-laugh. You remember when you took the picture, but you never really took the time to look at his youthful appearance- his squinted eyes, his open mouth displaying his charming teeth, and the slight pink tint to his golden cheeks. You’ve always loved the picture, but you’ve never loved it as much as you do now. 

You never thought that you would end up being a widow. You felt so many emotions when you heard the news of Jin’s death, mostly angry and depressed. Angry- because he never told you about the growing tumor in his brain, and depressed, because of how cruel life can be. 

The sudden silence of the room snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly looked up to see what was happening. 

Your breath hitched when your eyes found Jin’s mother, standing in the doorway. Upon seeing her gaze fall on you, your face flushed with embarrassment, for you haven’t seen her since the day Jin passively informed her of your marriage. She quickly made her way over towards you, her expression frantic. 

“Where…he…J-Jin..?” she asked in her broken English.

You pointed a finger towards the urn. She started to walk away when you grabbed her wrist, making her stop in her tracks. She slowly turned to look at you, a confused expression painted on her face. 

You calmly rose from your seat and bowed deeply. You held the position as tears fell from your eyes. “Antakkaun maeumeul jeonhapnida.” (I’m sorry for your loss.)

She slightly bowed back, her eyes glued to the ground as she avoided eye contact.

“Oh! Yes, right..” you muttered to yourself as you dug in your jacket pocket, fishing out your envelope of condolence money. You gripped it with both hands before handing it to her. 

She nodded and mumbled a quiet “Gomawoyo” before heading towards Jin’s urn.

You sat back in your chair and sighed as you watched her light a candle and set it next to his photo. 

“Well that was awkward… She actually showed up, huh?” You heard your friend Yoongi huff beside you. 

“Yeah… I didn’t expect her to come at all. She doesn’t appreciate foreigners, let alone a melting pot like America.” Hoseok said as he came up behind Yoongi.

You shrugged. “Well it’s her son… I would go through hell for my child if I had one... That poor woman.”

Jin’s mother took a seat in the front row as his family members announced the beginning of the ceremony.

                                              {3 ½ weeks later}

KNOCK! KNOCK!

You shifted in your bed.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The pounding on the door awoke you from your sleep. You grunted, struggling to sit up. 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Mmmh! I’m coming!” you whined as you quickly swung your legs over the side of the bed, dragging your feet on the way to the door. You opened the door before Yoongi could knock on it again. 

He chuckled. “Wow. You look like shit.”

“What do you want?” you asked as you rubbed at your eye, your vision still adjusting to the bright daylight coming into your home.

“Wow, I thought you’d be a bit more eager to see us, seeing as that you haven’t talked to us in over a month!” Hoseok sarcastically snapped. 

“And guess who came back from Australia!” you heard a familiar voice say from behind Yoongi and Hoseok. 

Your eyes widened. “Is that… Kookie?”

Jungkook jumped out with his hands full of presents. “Merry Christmas!”

Your expression immediately softened upon seeing your brother for the first time in a year, and you welcomed him with a tight hug. 

“Well now that we’ve made your life a little less miserable, here.” Hoseok said as he tossed a present to you. You mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ before placing the present on your dining room table.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it…. But I had no clue that it was Christmas.”

Yoongi walked in with two handfuls of mail. “Yeah, we can tell.  When was the last time you checked your mailbox? Or... left your house?”

You looked down at your feet. “I uh….quit my job. So… about 3 weeks ago?”

“You WHAT?” Jungkook exclaimed.

You shifted uncomfortably under the burning gaze of three pairs of eyes that were ready to pop any second.

“I blew up at my boss and quit before she could even fire me.” you responded, plopping down on your living room couch while running your hands through your messy hair. 

“You do realize that you’ll be broke any moment now, do you? Do you know that you fucked up, by any chance?” Hoseok mumbled as he took a seat on the arm of your couch.

“I know! I’m fucking dumb!” you cried, pushing your face into your pillow.

“Well, you got that right!” Yoongi giggled as he walked over to the kitchen. “We’re going to pay your piled up bills before you start living like a caveman, ok?”

“And we’re going to go job searching, right?” Hoseok added as he nudged your shoulder.

You groaned, throwing your pillow down in defeat. “Fine. Stop nagging. Now give me a damn present!”

“HAND THE GRINCH A PRESENT!” Hoseok shouted at Jungkook. You watched as your brother scrambled around, tossing the first present he found towards you. 

“I’m sorry that I don’t have any presents for you guys… You can just look around the house and take something you want. I’m a mess..” you sighed, tearing open the first present. 

“Awww.. baby. We still love you even though you live like a disgusting pig!” Hoseok purred sarcastically. You shot back at him by sticking your tongue out.

“Uh… guys? I think you’ll wanna look at this!” Yoongi shouted from the kitchen. 

You groaned. “Yes, I know my house is messy! Sorry about that!” you shouted back, turning your attention back to your half-opened present.

“No, no. It’s…uh.. it’s a letter. From Jin.”

[pattysfics]

A New Way Of Life pt.5

Warning: Cuss words

Word count: 2081

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Negan showed you around the sanctuary. He showed you the armory, the commissary, and the school building for the children that were here. He also showed you the gardens, that suprisingly still had flowers. He was trying to tell you stuff about the gardens, but all you could focus on were the women who were already sweating as they dug and planted. The way that even though Negan was basically standing over their shoulder they worked tirelessly. Kowing the more they worked the more points they'd get. Their clothes stained and some had holes from the work in the beds and not being able to afford more.

"Hey! Are you even listening to a damn think I'm fuckin' saying right now?" Negan asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Wha-Ya. Gardens, flowers, food, got it."

Negan snikered. "How the hell are you supposed to know your way around this place if you can't even listen when I'm trying to tell you about the gardens? huh?"

"I guess I'll wonder around till I find out where I am going" you said turning to face him.

Negan smiled. "Come on. We got things to talk about" he said turning and walking away from you. His broad back covered by leather. His hips swayed as he walked. Your eyes never leaving his back side as he walked until he noticed you weren't behind him. He turned and smirked when he saw  your eyes fixated on him. "Hey doll, I know I'm fuckin' sexy as shit but how about putting your eyes back in your damn head and closing your mouth. Kind of scaring the kiddos that are running around here."

This time your cheeks skipped the rosy pink stage and jumped straight to red tomatoe stage. He'd caught you staring at him. You were never going to live this down.

"Well come on. Can't just be standing here all damn day."

You made your feet move,but it felt like you had to pull them out of concrete to be able to walk towards him. That smile on his face clearly amused at your embarssment. He turned and started walking up the stairs of the building and in the door. He held the door open for you gesturing you through the door like the good ole days when men would hold the doors open for their women.

"We have to go to my room. It's time we have our talk."

Following behind him you walked up the many flight of stairs before entering his room. He motioned for you to sit in the chair that you sat in your first time in here. He, of course, sat opposit of you that smug expression plastered on his face.

"Well doll, you had time to think.. What is your decision?" he aked arms out stretched awaiting your answer.

Your throat ran dry, your eyes wide. You hadn't really thought about his options. The way he described working that sounded pretty shitty. Being a savior didn't sound that bad, but you really didn't want to be out in the world. Being a wife was definately not an option. No way were you going to sink down to that level.

"Didn't think it was that hard of decesion their doll. I know that you want to join my harem of women eager to please me at any given moment, any place."

"NO.NO" you snapped. "I am not joining your sluts that you have locked away in a room. I want to work. I want to pull my weight. I'm tired of feeling useless, like I'm only here for someone else's pleasure" you sputtered out almost so fast Negan couldn't understand what you were saying.

"Woah woah doll slow the fuck down. You don't want to a damn wife which in my opinion is a fuckin stupid decision. So you want to work. Where the fuck would you like to work doll?"

"I don't know. I don't care."

"So you don't care. What if I put you on fuckin fence duty, control the damn walkers. huh? how does that fuckin sound?" he asked getting malice in his voice.

"Okay" you said becoming depressed , lowing your head, at his decision to basically throw you to the walkers.

"I'm not putting you on the fuckin fence doll. That would be a waste of such a beautiful fuckin face. I need you somewhere I can see that precious face whenever I goddamn feel like it. I'm thinking," he paused as he rubbed his chin trying to think of the perfect place for your ass " ah ha I got it! Follow me," he said walking towards the door.

You followed Negan down the halls once again and walked out the door. You followed him across the yard and towards the building had showed you was the armory. The door squeked when Negan opened it and ushed you inside. A man saw that y'all were there and dropped what he was doing to come assist Negan. "Simon! These here is (y/n), that we picked up the other day on that supply run. I want her to work in here and goddamn it she will start today!" he voice boomed throught the small  building.

There were weapons of all calibers and sizes. From pistols, to machines guns, to rocket launchers, and knifes. The shelves all around the building hand weapons piled on them.

"Yes, Sir. We need some help in here. Every since you added Alexandria to the supply chain we've needed helped some help in here" stated Simon. Negan chuckled, "Damn straight. Those fuckers didn't know who the hell they were messing with. haha. Well I'll let y'all get to work." With that Negan turned on his heels and left the building. "So your the new girl? huh?"

"Yup. That's me. The new girl. The girl who refused to be Negan's wife. Yup that is me," you voice laced with sarcasm.

Simon laughed. "Do you know anything about weapons?"

"Well before the world went to shit my dad was an avid hunter and had many weapons, so yes I know some stuff about weapons."

While talkng you began to actually study Simon. The way his black hair stood up on the stop of his head. Unlike most people these days Simon didn't seem to have wrinkles that cascaded down his face.

"What happen? Your hair been around Negan to long and decided to try and get away?" you joked about his receding hair line.

"Oh she's got jokes now. Go over there and start counting how many bullets when have for the pistols and load the clips of the ones that are empty."

"Yes, Sir" you said raising you hand in a salute.

Your eyes went wide when you turned and saw the mountain of bullets. How am I supposed to count that high you thought.

The hours seemed to fly by. You'd got half way through loading the clips when Simon announced it was time to stop working and either head to the mess hall or do whatever you had planned for the evening. Simon was handing out slips of paper that had the amount of points you had earned that day. Each slip and the signature of Negan and who ever was authorized to give them out for your work station.

You were standing in line waiting for your turn when you heard your name from the door. Turning your head you saw Dwight standing there. "C'mon" he said gesturing for you to join him. Abondoning your stop in line you walked over to him. "I have to get my points. Points equal whatever the hell I want to do with them or atleast that is what I've been told."

"You don't need em. Negan has that already taken care of."

You rolled your eyes at the thought of Negan trying to lure you into being his wife. "I told him I didn't want to be on of his wives. Why won't he leave me alone?"

"Once Negan sets his mind to something, he is usually as peristant as need be to get his way."

You didn't even bother to roll you eyes at this. You could tell Negan wasn't going to leave you alone till he got his way. Should I just give in and be a wife, you asked yourself. Look at him. He way right, he is sexy as shit. The way his voice made you weak in the knees, wonder what would it would be like for him to whisper in your ear and the mercilessly taking you. That thought caused a shiver to roll down your spine.

"You okay? Why are you shivering?" questioned Dwight.

"No just thinking."

Dwight smirked, probably knowing what you were thinking about as you walked outside towards the mess hall. Once there Dwight wasted no time grabbing your arm and guiding you to the front. You didn't protest this time because lets admit it, you were hungry as hell. You skipped lunch in order to get more points for that supper and breakfast in the monring. A lot of help those 'points' will be now.

The women behind the counter once again emotionless as she handed you both a tray from the back that had better looking food than the rest of the community. Dwight once again guided you out the door and towards the builidng that held your room except he didn't take the hall that led to your your room.

Confused you followed him up the stairs. It was when you had climbed to the top of the stairs had you relaized this was Negan's floor. Following behind him you headed down the hall towards Negan's room. Dwight knocked on the door and opened it when muffled 'come in' was heard through the door.

Negan looked tried. Papers were scattered on his desk and he had his glasses pushed down to his nose. He looked up and saw you and smiled. Not a creepy 'Hi, I'm Negan' smile, no this was a genuine smile, one that made you heart rate pick up.

"Hello there doll. How was work? Enjoy your first day?"

"Yes and yes" you replied as your stomach started to grumble from the smell of the food.

"Hello doll you hungry or something? Heard that stomach grumble all the way over here."

Asshole.

"Well if I'd known I didn't need the points I would of actaully went to lunch instead of skipping it."

He motioned for Dwight to set the tray down and leave. "You will be joining me for dinner tonight," he said as he got up and walked over to the table where Dwight had set his tray. He motioned for you to join him at he table. He walked over to te counter and got out two glasses. "What you want? I got tea, water, and alcohol."

"Sweet tea or unsweet tea?"

"The sweet kind darling. Picked up some of that nice tasting powdery stuff the last time we went to Alexandria."

"Sweet tea please."

He poured the tea into both of your glasses. You raised your eyebrow at him. You had figures him as someone who drank alcohol with his meal. He chuckled. "What? Didn't think I would drink sweet tea?"

Not answering his question you began to eat your food, saying a silent 'thank you' when he sat down your glass. When you took a drink of your tea, you were suprised it actaully tasted good. Had Negan made it? or one of his wives?

"So doll, anything intersting happen today?"

The conversation that night was actaully a good conversation. Negan didn't bring up his wives or once again ask you if you wanted to join his harem. You both traded your stories about how you got where you were today. Casually throwing in a few jokes in between.

When dinner was done you walked alone to your room. Thinking abour how nice Negan had been tonight. Could you really fall for a guy like him? Crazy half the time, and an actual human the other half.

Walking into your room you saw a fresh stack of clothes including thr clothes you wore when you first arrived here. The other clothes clean, ironed, and basically brand new. Had Negan done this too? Man he was trying hard to get you to say yes.

That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face. Your mind filled with thoughts of Negan.

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