#gorgous beyond words

[newchangestf]

Lesson learned

Being a model was great, the work was easy and the pay was plenty. I got to work out at the gym, show up for a few photos and have men and woman fawn over me online.

Gay guys were always the thirstiest. Always liking, sharing, commenting what the want me to do to them. It was pathetic. Why would I, looking like this, want to go anywhere near a guy when I could bag so much pussy?

It was funny though, teasing them, I'd always post pictures teasing them so I could laugh at how pathetic they were.

"These faggots are honestly so pathetic. Could you imagine actually wanting to take a dick up your ass?" I said aloud laughing at some of the comments on my latest post.

Turns out I wasn't alone. I don't know who overheard but a message suddenly appeared on my phone.

"In this day and age it is really disappointing to see someone so young and so attractive be so backwards." It read.

I scoffed at it and replied with the laughing face and middle finger emoji.

"Well, It seems its going to take more than a stern word to change your mind. I think it's time you learned your lesson." read the response.

That night when I was in bed sleeping, my mind started to wander. I started thinking about hot babes with huge tits and round asses. Imagining myself towering over them.

However, I started to imagine myself looking up to them. Feeling smaller and weaker.

As I looked up to these woman they bagan to change. Their tits remained huge but began to become firmer and squarer. Soon I was no longer staring at their round asses huging a bikini but rather a bulge in the front of their boxers?

I began sweating heavily in the bed. The once beautiful beach babes had turned into towering men with huge pecs and fat cocks. My cock began to grow firm and leaky as I looked up to these...these muscle daddies. I imagined myself dropping to my knees to worship their meat.

What was going on? Why was I thinking like this? Why did I want their disgust...no gorgous cocks in my mouth and ass?

I was now in a pool of sweat and pre cum in my bed. My breathing growing faster and faster as I began to savour these imaginary beasts.

Eventually it all reached it's crescendo. The two men exploded over my face whilst I, beyond the dreamworld, blew my load.

Nothing was the same after that night. I was still a model of course but I lost all interest in woman. The thought of bedding a swimsuit model done nothing for me now.

No, what scratched that itch, and boy did I have an itch, was being slammed by hot men with fat cocks. I could remember a time before I became this slutty manwhore. I learned my lesson, I certainly am pathetic especially when I have a man inside my ass.

#male tf #gay transformation #straight to gay #mental transformation

[narrators-journal]

How to get a promotion 101

Well, I'll be honest. Some of these asks are taking so much time p simply bc I'm working on my fic, or I can't think of much for them. Like, good set ups, or creative smut for the nsfw stuff. But! I did finally cook something up for this prompt! So I hope you enjoy, and I hope Haru is in character, at least a lil lol.

CW: Femdom, office sex, blueballing kinda, lol.

You had gone to college to have a high paying job. Something that would grant you the freedom to enjoy life while also being stable. That was the dream, anyways. Yet, the more reasonable side of yourself knew that to feasibly reach that dream, you had to climb the ladder still. So, you had bitten the bullet and gotten a meager assistant’s job.

Which, was how you had come to work for Okumura foods, under Haru Okumura herself.

A gorgeous woman who had found the perfect balance between being approachable and sweet, yet efficient and ruthless when it was required. She was almost an inspiration for you, so, even though you disliked playing puppy and fetching things for others, you looked at your assistant job as less of a tolerable humiliation, and more as a chance to learn from such a put together woman.

It didn’t hurt that Haru was beyond gorgous as well. With curly brown hair that framed her doll-like face, warm, chocolate-y eyes, a perfectly filled out body and an easy laugh, Your boss had pretty quickly become your workplace crush.

The shrill cry of your phone abruptly put a stop to those thoughts. “Yes, Ms. Okumura?” you chirped into the phone, hearing a tired sigh from the other end, “I have no time for pleasantries. Just be a good boy and start a pot of tea for me so that it’s ready when I get back.” She ordered, the edge of irritation in her words already warning you of how rough her latest meeting must have been, but it was hard to focus on that part of her words with the phrase ‘good boy’ rattling around in your skull. “-Are you listening?” She snapped, the harsh crack of her words snapping you out of your own head and sent you scrambling for words. “Oh! Y-yes ma’am! Right away, ma’am!” which, got an annoyed hum, “Repeat back what I told you to do, so I’m sure you understood.” Your boss ordered, her temper soothed slightly, but the- playful? -firmness of her words still lit a fire in your belly. But, you swallowed down the knot in your throat to reply, “U-uh...you asked me to get you some...tea, ma’am.” “Good boy,” she said again, as if she was aware of how those two words had shaken you the first time, “I’ll be back in ten minutes, have it ready by then.”

With that, Haru hung up, and you were left listening to the dial tone for a few heart beats before you remembered to finally put the phone back in its cradle. God....am I into that?You asked yourself as you sat back in your office chair, your eyes staring forward into the emails you had been mindlessly sorting through before Haru had called. Yet, before you let yourself contemplate what embarrassment that meant for you, you got to your feet and hurried to prepare your boss’ tea kettle.

So, by the time your boss swished into the office, her skirt fluttering around her shapely legs, her light brown hair as perfect as usual, and her warm autumnal eyes sharp, you were back at your desk. Obediently at work on the latest reports and emails until Haru stopped at her door to say, “Be a dear and come into my office. I need you to do something for me, dear.” Which, made you blink in confusion, but you got up nonetheless to follow her in.

And, befitting a woman of her status, her office was impressive. Rather spacious, with a cabinet of fine liquors to offer her guests or show off her wealth, a strong, dark-wooded desk decorated with pictures of her friends and papers, with two windows to give her plenty of sunlight and a view. It was the type of office you wanted one day, when you had your own business.

”Thank you for starting my tea for me, by the way,” Haru hummed as she sat in the comfortable desk chair she had, snapping you out of your thoughts of the future. “Oh, of course ma’am, I just hope I didn’t mess up your kettle or anything.” You said, which made her laugh lightly, a wonderful sound. “Don’t worry, I doubt you did. Though, could you do me one more favor?” She asked, giving you a sweet smile, “Could you give me a shoulder massage? That meeting has me very, very tense.” “Of course, ms. Okumura,” You hummed as you walked behind her chair and put your hands on her shoulders to slowly start working the tension from her muscles. All the while, her warm vanilla perfume wafted up to you to worm into your mind like an intoxicant.

Yet, the hypnosis of her alluring scent was interrupted when your boss let out a small moan and leaned into the circles your thumbs worked into her. “You’re so good at this, I should have you rub my shoulders more often.” Haru hummed, her eyes closed as she apparently enjoyed your touch, so she didn’t see the light dusting of heat her simple praise received. “Well, thank you, ma’am. I am...here to please.” You said with a small, flustered chuckle. “Here to please, hm?” The brunette hummed, opening her eyes to examine your face for a long moment before she asked, “How eager are you to please, then? I could use some pleasing after that meeting.” Her flirtatious tone nowhere near hidden while her dark eyes studied you while you contemplated the next move. Is she really coming onto me? Holy shit, has she been hitting on me for a while now? You asked yourself. And, with a glance back at the gorgeous woman who watched you with a small smile on her glossed lips, it was sealed. I mean, shit. If she has, I should take this shot for sure. “I like to think I’m pretty eager, ma’am. Is there something else you’d prefer I do?” You asked, your massage paused while you and your boss simply looked at one another.

Until, finally, Haru broke the staring contest and got up from her chair to chirp, “In that case! Be a good boy, and get under my desk. I know just the way you can help me de-stress!” with a bright smile, which, threw you off of your game. “Excuse me, Ms. Okumura? You lost me.” You asked, so the woman took a step towards you, her smile bright yet her words laced with a command. “Get under my desk. You want to please me, right? Then do as your told.” She ordered, and while she wasn’t a bitch about it, her words alone were enough to send another bolt through your body

So, you did as you were told. Allowed to watch from beneath the dark-wooded desk as Haru slid her panties from beneath her skirt and returned to her chair. “Now, be a good boy and eat me out, okay?” She said, and, again, her voice left little room to argue. So, you didn’t try. Simply moving to sit between her feet and get to work.

I really did not expect to discover this at work.You thought as you leaned forward and let your tongue slide over your boss’ folds. But what a hell of a woman to learn it from…

With that, and a growing boner in your pants, you set about devouring the woman in front of you. Pushing your tongue between her folds, sucking at her clit gently, and drinking down each small hum and breathed moan she gave. Encouraged further each time Haru’s plush thighs twitched with the threat of suffocating you between them or whispered bit of praise from her mouth. On some level, if she had decided to suffocate you between her legs and drown you in the warm slick that poured from her cunt, you wouldn’t have minded.

However, she, sadly, didn’t snap your neck with her soft thighs. The worst she did was reach down to tangle a manicured hand into your hair to encourage your tongue to dive into her slick warmth. And, when you obeyed the hints, you were rewarded with a louder moan and a tug at your hair. “God, you’re doing so good, baby. Keep that up,” She breathed, meanwhile, her words sent a bolt of fresh heat into your groin as she let go of you after a moment so that she could return to her paperwork. At least, until the alternating stimulation of your tongue thrusting into her willing cunt and working at her clit, inevitably broke her concentration yet again. But, her work wasn’t what was on your mind in that moment. All of your focus was eaten up by the tent in your pants, the teased threat of Haru’s plump thighs closing around your head, the taste of her arousal on your tongue, and the way her pussy squeezed the muscle each time you slipped it into her.

So, the finance reports could’ve caught on fire for all you cared. Especially when you felt Haru begin to shudder and squirm under your tongue while she panted and moaned more. So, you focused your attention to pressing your tongue to her clit and thrusting the wet muscle into her until you felt her fingers tangle back into your hair and her legs finally close around your head. Trapping your mouth against her spasming cunt as she rode out her orgasm with a whine. Though, after she had begun to come down from the euphoria high, she still kept you trapped between her legs for a moment longer before finally allowing you to catch your breath.

While you panted, Haru let out a slow breath of her own, pushing her chair back to look beneath the desk at you with a small smile on her lips. “Poor boy, you’re all riled up, aren’t you?” She noted, glancing down at the tent in your work pants as her smile grew and her warm brown eyes twinkled, “Would you like some help with that?~” and, she smiled when you nodded, the need and desire creating a thick, neglected fog in your head, “Uh, yes ma’am.” you breathed, but your boss merely hummed at the desperation you were sure was in your eyes and twirled a lock of curly brown hair around one of her manicured fingers. And, she took her sweet time to chew on your situation, keeping you trapped beneath her desk as she did. “In that case, I want you to refrain from touching yourself for the rest of the day, alright? If you’re a good boy and do that, I’ll help you with that.” She finally said, which made you scowl, but her, laugh. “Don’t make such a face, it’s only a few more hours, dear. I’m sure you can do it.” She assured, before she finally pushed her chair back and got up to pull her underwear back on.

With that, she went over to her tea kettle as if the topic stopped there. So, you climbed out from beneath the desk and readjusted yourself with another scowl. Yet, when Haru next spoke to you, she was back to business as usual, so, begrudgingly, you did your best to do the same. After all, you couldn’t keep your job and climb the social ladder if you got fired for slacking.

#Haru Okumura x reader #Ao3 ask #male!reader #Haru Okumura #x reader #Persona #Persona 5 #not sfw #mndi #spicy #lemon

[thewidowsghost]

Fox - Chapter 56

Masterlist

Previously on Fox:

"Looks like you are having fun kicking my wife's ass, huh Bobbi?" Natasha asks and (Y/n) covers Yelena's ears.

"Language!" (Y/n) says, her eyebrow raised in warning.

"How old are you?" asks Natasha and Bobbi at the same time.

"Hush," (Y/n) says, removing her hands from Yelena's ears.

"Mom's right, there is a child around," Yelena says and (Y/n) smirks.

The smirk slides off (Y/n)'s face as Yelena points to her.

"You're not my favorite anymore," (Y/n) says, though the affectionate ruffle of her hair has Yelena thinking differently.

3rd Person POV

(Y/n) and her father, Tony, walk towards the loading doors.

(Y/n) flashes a grin towards Tony, 'Shoot to Thrill' by ACDC echoing from the Ironman suit's speakers.

"Ready?" Tony asks his tall daughter.

"Ready!" (Y/n) confirms.

The loading doors of the airplane open and the duo run out, jumping through the doors, diving through the night sky.

The lights over Flushing Meadows, New York glitter in the sky, (Y/n) slightly in awe of the gorgous scene in front of her.

(Y/n) pauses in the air, pulls out her phone, takes a quick picture, and sends it to Natasha.

Me: Wish you and Lena were here ❤️

(Y/n) continues to dive after her father, picking up speed so she lands before the Ironman suit.

The crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of the young 'Stark.'

(Y/n) steps back, the Ironman suit landing in front of her.

The cheers are louder when the more known Stark lands in the circle.

Fireworks erupt behind the duo and (Y/n) steps back as the blue circle rotates, removing Tony's Ironman suit, leaving Tony in an actual suit.

(Y/n) steps around to stand beside her father in a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt, and a dark blue leather jacket.

Back Home

Natasha and Yelena are sitting on the couch, watching the news footage of the Stark Expo.

Yelena turns to her mother. "Mom's cool," Yelena says admiringly.

"The coolest," Natasha agrees with a smile, pulling Yelena closer to her, and Yelena obliges, leaning against her redheaded mother.

At the Expo

The music stops.

"Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony!"

(Y/n) raises an eyebrow at Tony. "We love the love, don't we?" (Y/n) says with a grin.

"Oh! It's good to be back," Tony says, grinning back, clapping his hands together. "You missed me?" Tony asks, turning around to address the crowd.

"Blow something up!" a man yells.

"I missed you, too," Tony says.

"Blow something up?" someone asks.

"He already did that," (Y/n) says with a grin; the crowd laughs at (Y/n)'s comment.

"I'm not saying that the world is enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years because of me," Tony begins, and the crowd cheers. "I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity, never has a greater phoenix metaphor been personified in human history. I'm not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair, sipping on an iced tea because I haven't come across anyone who's man enough to go toe-to-toe with me on my best day."

"I love you, Tony!" a woman shrieks.

"Please, it's not about me," Tony says, turning away. "It's not about you."

"It's not even about us," (Y/n) pipes up, stepping up to stand beside Tony. "It's about legacy. It's about what we choose to leave behind for future generations."

"And that's why, for the next year and for the first time since 1974, the best and brightest men and women of nations and corporations the wold over will pool their resources, share their collective vision, to leave behind a brighter future."

The crowd cheers again.

"It's not about us," Tony continues.

"Okay, Dad, are you even saying anything," (Y/n) teases and the crowd laughs again.

Tony glares playfully at his daughter. "Welcome back, to the Stark Expo," Tony says and the crowd cheers.

"And now, making a special guess appearance from the great beyond, my grandfather, Howard Stark," (Y/n) says and her and Tony cross the stage to stand out of the way of the projection.

"Everything is achievable through technology," Howard Stark says. "Better living, robust health, and for the first time in human history, the possibility of world peace. So, from all of us here at Stark Industries, I would like to personally introduce you to the City of the Future. Technology holds infinite possibilities for mankind, and one day rid society of all its ills. Soon, technology will affect the way you live your life every day.  No more tedious work, leaving more time for leisure activities and enjoying the sweet life. The Stark Expo. Welcome."

Word Count: 820 words

Sorry about the long wait for this chapter, but here you guys go!!

Love you!!

Kaitlynn

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[buggytron]

Not a request justbsome interesting info, did you know that humans have stripes and are bioluminesent. Both traits are too weak for our human eyes to pick up on, but what if the bugformers could see these patterns? I think it would make courting more intresting. You?

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This knowledge feels powerful and ancient like we are secretly eldritch beings trapped in bodies of flesh and our essence is trying to escape.

Anyways...

Yes I feel bugformers would be enamoured with how humans glow and their secret patterns. Spots stripes and lines. It's all beautiful. When you explain you can't see your markings and don't understand what their talking about their fascinated.

I feel they could stop seeing your patterns and glow if they wanted. If you didn't like talking about it or just wanted them to stop mentioning it since human culture isn't so forward than they'd stop. If the colors annoyed them they could just adjust their vision to stop seeing it but most of the bugformers are absolutely enourmored.

Brainstorm, Preceptor, and WheelJack take an interest because SCINECE. They have different reasons for wanting to know why you glow but their curiois if this glow can change colors or patterns. They might poke you and ask serveral questions or try and make you feel different emotions to test their theories. Be prepared.

Nautica is half way. She's nerding out over the possible scientific possibilities but she takes one look at you and her gay brain goes p r e t t y. She would love to just gently trace your markings while asking you questions. If you can't answer them she'll ask for you too tell her a story instead as she cuddles you close studying you. She won't mention them if you ask her not too.

Drift thinks it's beyond pretty. Te colors are tranquil to him and just so beautiful and different. He can't put your markings into words but he loves them and will trace the patterns against your skin if you let him. He often compares you to Primus and tries his best to explain how amazing you look. If it makes you uncomfortable he has a hard time keeping from talking about it but he'll do his best.

Rodimus loves to paint his own body with berry juice and crushed up plant parts. He has a thing for showing off so he loves the artistic side of your skin. Your a canvas and you don't even know it. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would love to paint or otherwise model with you. They want you too see what they see and hope you feel as beautiful as you look.

Megatron is curious about your glowing. He compares your glowing marks to the night stars and assures you that you look majestic. If it makes you uncomfortable he won't mention it again. He's very understanding and does his best to try and understand how you feel.

Rung finds your patterns fascinating. He explains to you how bugs sight is different and that it's just something they can see. He assures you that no one thinks your ugly and bugs are staring because it's new to them not because your gross.

Whirl for the most part ignores it. He doesn't really know what to do or say about it. Sometimes he'll be an ass and call you spotty, stripey, or glowly but otherwise he doesn't really bring it up. He doesn't do well with teasing anyone about looks. It makes him feel uncomfortable since he's deformed himself.

Ratchet, Ambulon, Pharma, First Aid, and Velocity all take a medical intrest to it. They want to know what inside you biologically causes such markings and if they can change shape or color.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen like feeling your skin. It's soft and colored??? Amazing!!! They like stimming against your skin and tracing your patterns. They constantly tell you how awesome they think you are and love to nuzzle your smooth skin.

Prowl is indifferent towards it. He notes that humans have this trait but otherwise tries to ignore it. He can't ignore how beautiful ot is.

Jazz thinks it's groovy. He doesn't care about looks but he has too admit your patterns are gorgoues. He often tells you how pretty you are but if that makes you uncomfortable he has other ways of saying he appreciates you.

Arcee tries to ignore your patterns but they are very distracting. She often switches her vision to keep herself from staring as she finds it rude. It doesn't always work but she tries.

Elita is attracted to pretty things and tends to hoarde them. I mean look at her pod and tell her she doenst have good taste. So when she sees you and your pretty patterns she wangs to have you. But it's more than your patterns that draw her into you.

Optimus finds them quit pleasing. He's not very vocal about that but if your ever alone he might pay your patterns attention and give you some compliments.

Getaway has an eye for anything exotic or strange. One look at you and he's all over it. Your soft smooth pretty patterned obviously you were made to draw in mates. His wings always flutter when he's around you and he flirts very frequently. Be prepared for a grabby bug with mating on his mind.

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[sirpibbles-blog]

Quick personal update

It doesn’t have anything to do with the blog so feel free to skip!~

So regarding my whole stalker story! I think I should explain it a bit more for those who are interested. I mean, if anything good comes out of this, it should at least be a story~

Quick background info!: I’m the only girl in an apprentice carpentry class. I’m a fucking tiny (less than 5ft) lil thing. And in that class, a heavy majority of the guys there are neckbeards without the neckbeards. ( If that even makes any sense) And it would be perfectly fine if they were just recluses, minding their own buisiness-type of neckbeards but they aren’t. They’re incels. I catch them speaking their weird sexist, stupid rhetoric all too often. Most just avoid me, which I’m perfectly okay about, but a few like to “show off??” in front of me if you can really call it that. It’s weird and hard to describe, but I think that’s just how incels are.

Anyway!~ that brings us to one in particularly adamant neckbeard named Elijah. At first I thought nothing of him. It’s a class where I’m constantly focused and covered in sawdust. But I’m a friendly person! (or at least I try to be) So on breaks I would talk to some of the dudes and he happened to pick up a few things from our conversations. I would talk about games I played, music, hobbies, ect. (Basically normal generic stuff) And after a few days he would approach me and talk about his own interests which were similar to mine. Although.. who doesn’t like videogames and music…? 

Elijah would tell me that I was some rare gem of a girl, (#notlikeothergirls bullshit). Even though I make my personality especially bland around the people in that class on purpose. So time passes and he gets more and more “close” to me. (by that I mean literally physically gets closer. Like ill be minding my own business, only to be towered on by this dude just watching me)

And he starts getting weird. Like.. you know those kids in elementary school who would want everyone’s attention so they act out by shaking back and forth or holding their head in their hands and hitting themselves? Normally If someone did this I would think that maybe they had a rough day and just needed space.. like most people do. But any time some one would confront him he would tell them to go away, only talking to me. One time I asked him what was wrong and he replied with something along the lines of “I was thinking about you, and about our relationship”. 

SO PRETTY FREAKY.

The next few days he would bring me flowers, jewelry, and arrive to class a half hour early every day to wait for me so he could open the door for me and walk me inside. It seemed really predatory. I love when people are polite and open doors for others, but he gave off serious vibes.

And that leads us to Friday… where he gave me a letter…

Its a heavily doused in cologne, white envelope with the words “TO: Ms. Gorgous (yes he spelled it wrong) FROM: Your Soulmate”.

I took a picture of the note but my camera is really bad and his handwriting is super messy so I’ll type it out too.

oh yeah my name is Emma but I honestly don’t care if you all know that, I mean.. It’s one of the most common names in the world. Anyways~

“Dear Emma, I love you unconditionally. So that means no matter what you become, or believe in I’ll love you for who you are. I want to fulfill all of your hearts desire. Whatever that may be. My main focus is your happyness being full no matter what life brings. Ever since I first talked to you I felt familiar to me. Like I knew you from another life. I need my last breath to be in your arms looking into those sparkling eyes and gracious smile. Whether you take me into your heart and soul as your lover or not I will always love you Emma until the end of time and beyond.” 

“PS. The necklace was made for the one person I love more than anything in the universe you. Also listen to the following songs: How would you feel, I wont give up on us, and I wanna grow old with you, photagraph by Ed Sheeran. I love you beyond words can explain Emma. Just you and me til the end of time.”

The letter smells like a mix between really cheap cologne and grandma’s house. I’m super smell sensitive so every time I open it, I gag.

Keep in mind I’ve only talked to this man about 8 times at most. Very brief talks about generic subjects. And all those typos he made I left in so you could get a real feel for it.

I’m a writer and I can’t make this shit up.

I’m gonna talk to him Monday. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll be waiting for me in front of the entrance, just waiting for my reaction. I honestly hope he takes it well. 

Wish me luck!

(Oh and I forgot to mention, he told me one of his favorite hobbies was to dissect frogs and rodents in his basement. He talked about like.. Frankenstein and bringing shit back to life, Idk. I just thought it was a defining character trait you guys might want to know)

#uhh that was long #Hope you guys enjoyed that story? #Heres to hoping he doesn't dissect me #Explanation on my stalker issue

[earthlover46]

for you, all for you

I don’t need someone to complete me or fix me or try to mend my broken pieces. I don’t need someone to make me feel whole, that’s something I do for myself. But that’s not what you’ve given me. you’ve given me something else- a type of romance that I’ve never particularly felt. it’s rushing, it’s spontaneous, it’s gentle, it’s innocent but it’s deadly, it’s kind. you, and if you’re reading this, yes you, my beautiful baby. you’ve given me the feeling of fleeting but all day smiles, small touches that reach deep beneath my skin and graze my heart, you’ve felt me with your eyes, your heart, your lips, your hands, your words. i see the way you give all of yourself, it’s sexy it’s so fucking sexy how you put all of yourself into everything you do. into your music, your words, your advice, you wouldn’t admit it but your schoolwork, your love, your friendships, your relationships, in everything you do I see you, your most inner you constantly. god you’re gorgoues. i see the way you screenshot every selfie I take because you think I look beautiful and how you listen to me, you really listen to me and catch the way you incorporate what I’ve told you into our conversations. god you’re lovely. you’re so fucking lovely, I find myself falling for you more and more everyday. and you’re imperfect, you’re not looking to fix me or mend me or complete me. you’re looking to support me, lift me up, be with me when the hard times hit and hold my hand until the good times come around our corner again. and I hope I do the same for you because that’s my intention- I want to lift you up beautiful, in everything you do. in your dreams, your hopes, your fears, your passions, your everything. one of my favorite things about us, specifically about you, is how open we are with our many many many feelings. I think we are similar in that way, when we are sad, we are so beyond sad and when we are feeling nothing, it’s a deep empty I can’t do anything anymore feeling. and I like how we share them, we are vulnerable with each other. I am so attracted to your vulnerability. how you’re so honest and vulnerable and raw. god you drive me absolutely mad. you you you. look at me sounding like joe. that’s another thing, we aren’t afraid to be mean to each other because our friendship is so valuable. even though one look at you sets my soul on fire, your friendship is something I never want to loose. it’s easy and it’s fluid and your humor never fails to bring a smile even if I’m not in the best mood. if this happened to come across your blog and you’re still reading it my love, I want you to know that you are such a good thing. in my life and in so many others. you make me better.

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Hollywood AU (Ot 7)

Summary : You were a wealthy young superstar with perfect figure.You started the career since you were young.There were a lot of fans that care about you and always support you the way you are.They would call themselves /your fandom name/.One day you were given the role and it was the main female character for Hollywood film.You were really excited to be there and started your job.You practiced so hard to not disappoint them and that day finally came...

Kim Namjoon : Writer Real Me

- He was a writer in the name of RM or Real Me who suggest that his plot should be you and only you.He was really looking forward to work with you.Talking a lot about the plots and told you how the character that you act feel,react and how to express the emotion out.

- He was also a poetry person.He expressed the words well by his writing.His plot plus his advce helped you a lot through the acting.The advise from him since the workshop until the end of the acting in the movie saved you a lot and indeed made you improve.

- He wasn’t only the workmate and adviser for the movie.He was a wise man that actually a good adviser for people lives as well.You were so grateful thatafterthe movie,you gained another good friend to hang out and talk about your life.If you want a company,just givea call to him and he’ll come without hesitation.

Kim Seokjin : Superstart (male lead)

- Who would expect that Seokjin himself would take themale lead for the movie. This made you nervous even more after knowing that his name was on the list. ‘I’m gonna embarrase myself.’‘No you aren’t’After hearing that you nearly faint.

- He was the most famous actor in the entertainment industry and have a lot of awards with his  act.He was young fine man with succession and to be honest,you were also a fan of him.

- Although at first you were nervous like hell but everything seem to be better when you two got to know each other better.However you needed to be careful of your action because you didn’t want any scandal between you and him. Luckily yours and his fans understood about you guys and gave you guys ‘the brother and sister relationship goal’.He was like your brother.

Min Yoongi : Director Min

- ‘He was cold scary and strict.’that was what you have been heard about him even before you got this script.Well he looked like that but not exactly if you got to know him.

- He was actually a sweat guy who care everyone although he didn’t show it often.Yes he strict with a lot of thing and didn’t like failure but he didn’t to obsess with that in the level that he didn’t care others.Once the camera man in the crew was sick and he actually stop working that day.‘End the film today,we gonna start when he’s fine.’and he walked out the scene.

- He was the second one of closet people in the set.Not because he grew interest in you.He grew interest on your manager instead.When he first confess you,you actually laugh.‘Hey stop laughing at me.’‘So you havea crush on my manager?’‘Ye..yeah..*you laugh*Stop ugh!’

Jung Hoseok : Stylist Jhope

- With that loud and cheerful personality,he wasactually a talent stylist.His taste was lit/astonish/gorgous etc.His choice would base on you because he would like to make sure that you guys got the best from him.‘My job based on you guys.If I can make you lit and shine,I’m also lit and shine.Think as if I’m your fairy god father who transform you into a princess.’

- Not many people knew about his actual job.He wasn’t a stylist that walk around the set and take care actors and actresses all day.His actual job was a choreographers.You’ve seen him dance once and it was incredible.‘Why don’t you tell me you could dance,hobi?’ 

- #Hopeonthestreet is one of the viral hashtag when he post his video with another two friends thatwork with you,Jimin and Jungkook.They both did a good job every time they dance.

Park Jimin : Staff 

- He wasn’t the one with important role in the set but the best staff you have ever worked with.He made sure everyone in the set fine and had everything prepare for actors and actresses.

- He was an angel walking on earth.He helpedyou a lot of things and would like to treat the whole set when he had a chance.You always wonder why he was so king and generous to others.‘Jimin,you’re an angel,aren’t you?’‘Lol stop.’

-One of Jhope best friends and good dancer especially in contemporary dance. His move make you drooling for awhile.‘Aye shut your mouth,you gonna eat bunch of flies if you still not shut.’‘You’re definately a god Jimin.That dance make you flying.’

Kim Taehyung : Camera man

- Speaking of the one who Yoongi end all the process just so he can rest,the story belong to this man.He was a professional one in the crew and always carry around his precious little baby a.k.a his camera.

- ‘Light,camera,action’ after Yoongi spoke that sentence,he would make sure that the camera angle,light setting and the other cameras were in their place.He would rearrange everything with or wihout Yoongi order if that’s mean he would get a better quality of the scene for the movie.Yoongi seem to not mind either as long as he got the perfect and the best for the movie.

- He was actually your old classmate when you were in your university.You share the same class which is art.He asked you at first that wether you remember him or not but your answer was no.He reintroduce himself made you felt upset a bit but your friendship start again from that day.

Jeon Jungkook : Camera man/Editor

- Best friend of Taehyung in the crew.He was young but his talent is beyond someone thought including you.At first you thought he was a trainee since he looked young but turn out he was actuall the editor for the movie.He was the owner of the studio called ‘G.C.F’ which came from Golden Closet film. 

- Everyone in the set adore him as ‘a baby of the set’.Since he was the youngest and with that adorable look so why not.However he could be savage sometimes when Taehyung or Jimin tease him.Even you experience that moment before and it was actually embarrasing.

- Another good dancer for 3J team.He wasn’t a street dancer like Jhope or learned contemporary dance like Jimin.He actually managed to dance on his own and not only dance.He also have talent with other kind of things wether it his first time or done it before.He’s gloden maknae.

Another one finish....Actually The idea was come up randomly in my mind.I just thoughtabout their movie,Burn the stage and these idea popped in my head.I hope you guys enjoy reading this theme and see you nex time!

#kpop BTS #bts #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x army #bts army #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts namjoon #bts rm #bts jin #bts yongi #bts suga #bts jhope #bts hoseok #bts jimin #bts v #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #imagination #hollywood au #superstar #actor au #actress au #kpop fanfiction

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Wedding

[Charlie] 

Charlie had already gotten ready for the wedding and was waiting for Rose at the altar. They had both agreed to do a smaller ceremony for the two of them with Nibs and Misty before having their major wedding later that day for the rest of the kingdom to see. It would still be official but this way they would be able to avoid any other issues that might arise that had happened at his siblings' weddings.

[Rose]

Rose was fine with a small ceremony. It wasn’t a big deal to her either way, she was more focused on who she was marrying. She had a lot of nerves running through her since being married to Charlie changed a lot for them. At least she didn’t have to worry about the coronation right away. 

She grabbed her bouquet and walked down the aisle before standing on the side of Charlie.

[Charlie] 

Charlie turned and saw her walking down the aisle, he had to keep his mouth from dropping to the floor when he saw her. She looked absolutely stunning in her dress and Charlie could feel some tears threatening to fall at the corner of his eyes as he smiled. 

[Rose]

Rose smiled softly as she saw Charlie had tears in his eyes. “You look really handsome.” She whispered softly as the officiant started talking. 

[Charlie] 

“You look so beautiful Rose.” He smiles before taking her hands as the officiant was talking. When it came time to recite their vows, Charlie repeated the words to Rose before saying ‘I do.’ 

[Rose]

Rose took Charlie’s hands and waited for her turn to recite her vows before saying ‘I do’ as well. She blushed brightly as they were pronounced husband and wife and told they could kiss.

[Charlie] 

He pulled her closer and gave her a kiss as his parents clapped supportingly in the background. The male could feel the blushing rising to his cheeks before he took her hand and walked them back out of the ceremony. 

[Rose]

Rose kissed him back and felt him taking her hand and following him out of the room. “Your parents won’t be there right? When we...um...they won’t be watching?” 

[Charlie] 

“No, they won’t be watching us. I figured I could have Jay watch us or something, she did that for my siblings.” He says with a shrug. “Unless you want someone else to watch?” 

[Rose]

“Well I mean there will be a ton of royals watching so...what’s one more?” She said, trying not to sound nervous. “Um well I will...get ready okay?”

[Charlie] 

“Okay darling. I will see you there.” He smiles before giving her a kiss. His hand rubs her arms affectionately. “Don’t be nervous, just focus on me okay?” 

[Rose]

Rose kissed him back before feeling his hand on her arm. She laughed softly as he could tell she was nervous and nodded, “Okay. I will focus on you.” She smiled before kissing him again and walking off to her room.

[Charlie]

Charlie smiled before going and getting changed before putting on the robe. He could feel himself getting nervous as well but he pushed those feelings down and went to the room to wait for Rose. 

[Rose]

The siren went with Jay before getting ready and sliding on a robe and walking into the room. She saw the bed and curtsied at all the royals looking at her. She tightened her robe before moving to Charlie. “Hi...um...are you ready?” 

[Charlie]

“Mhm ready as I'll ever be.” He says trying to sound confident before taking her hand and leading her to the bed and moving the curtains away so that she could get into the bed. 

[Rose] 

Rose followed Charlie to the bed and thanked him for moving the curtain before getting onto the bed. She waited for Charlie and closed the curtain before smiling softly at him. She moved to undo her robe, revealing her lingerie to him.

[Charlie]

Charlie had gotten into the bed after her and closed the curtain behind them. When she moved to remove her robe, he did the same. Under Charlie’s robe was nothing since he didn’t need to wear anything. 

When he saw what she was wearing, he smiled before kissing her passionately. His hands sliding up her thighs teasingly. “Fuck you look so gorgous.” 

[Rose]

Rose’s eyes moved over Charlie’s body as she noticed he wasn’t wearing anything. Her eyes moved to his cock and she bit her lip before feeling him kissing her. She couldn’t stop herself from kissing him back as she moaned softly. “Thank you daddy.” She said against his lips as her hands moved over his body.

[Charlie]

His cheeks turned bright pink when he heard her words. He wasn’t familiar with the phrase. He had heard his parents say it but other than that he had not experienced it himself. His cock twitched as he heard her words though and he grinded against her. 

His fingers slide down to slip between her panties. “Should we play around a bit or should we just hop into it and then have some real fun once everyone leaves?” He purrs into her ear. 

[Rose]

Rose was blushing brightly as she realized what she said but seeing Charlie’s reaction let her know he liked it. She felt him grinding against her and she arched back when his fingers slid under her panties. “Just fuck me Charlie.” She purred as her eyes turned red.

[Charlie]

Charlie could smell her arousal and his eyes turned bright red as he ripped her panties off and kissed down her chest making sure to leave marks. He grinded just the tip against her entrance since he knew they had been messing around the past few days so she should be properly prepared without having to spend too much time on it.  

They had both discussed that they wanted to spend as little time in front of everyone as possible. He waited for her consent before sliding into her slowly.

[Rose]

She felt him ripping off her panties and was beyond turned on at this point. She knew she wet enough without Charlie having to worry about hurting her. She nodded smiling before feeling him sliding into her. Her nails raked down his back as she moaned his name loudly. “Fuck you feel...so good.” 

There was a scent coming from Charlie she had never experienced before but it was driving her crazy and she wanted him so badly. She pulled him closer so he would push in deeper. “Please...please don’t hold back.”

[Charlie]

When he could feel her walls clenching around him, he had to hold himself still after bottoming out to give him some time to adjust. Her nails digging into his back turned him on even more. “Shit Rose…” 

“Hold on, I don’t want to cum too early. You feel too good…” He confessed with blushing cheeks. It took him a few moments to calm himself down before starting to slide himself in and out of her at a steady pace. 

[Rose]

Rose smiled at his words and nodded, “Okay.” She waited with him before feeling him starting to move. She intertwined their fingers and moved slightly to kiss his neck. She remembered when they were messing around there was a specific part of his neck really like her to suck on so she did that.

[Charlie]

He squeezed her hand as he started to pick up the pace. His alpha pheromones were driving him wild as he could feel himself on the verge of cumming. When she sucked on his neck, he thrusted deep inside of her. “I can’t hold back fuck, you feel so good..I’m gonna…” He came deep inside of her as he could feel the knot starting to grow and lock them together. “Shit…I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cum so early.” He burrows his face in the pillow as he groaned unhappily with himself. 

[Rose]

Rose felt him thrusting into her and moaned loudly before feeling something growing and locking them together. She remembered the knot Charlie told her about and it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. She heard him starting to talk and covered his mouth before hearing people leaving the room.

She waited until they all left before seeing him bury his face in the pillow. “Charlie, it's okay. I wanted you too.” She assured him. “I...I wanted to give you pleasure and it was really hot. And I also knew if you came they would leave.”

[Charlie]

Charlie could hear people leaving as well. “Yeah but we were supposed to cum together.” He tells her with a small pout. “I guess this means I need to make it up to you.” He smirked as he waited for the knot to go down. “How do you suppose I should make it up to you darling?” 

[Rose]

“You have our whole life to make me cum. They didn’t need to be here for that. They just wanted to make sure you came and you did.” She told him, not wanting him to be so hard on himself. She bit her lip as she heard his question, “I...well...I really would like you to keep...um...fucking me.” She blushed. “Your um knot, right? It’s um pushed against my...it feels really good.” 

[Charlie]

“Mhm I can do that.” He smirked before grinding his hips against her so that it would press against her sweet spot. His hand came down to rub against her clit as he knew that that would also bring her more pleasure. 

[Rose]

Rose felt him grinding his hips and her hands latched onto his shoulders as she moaned his name softly. She couldn’t help but grind back against him as her eyes flashed red. “You feel…so good.” She moaned.

[Charlie]

He could feel himself getting worked up once more as he grinded against her, the urge to want to please her was pushing him into overdrive. “Are you going to cum for daddy baby girl?” He purred into her ear while speeding up his motions. 

[Rose]

Hearing Charlie’s words in her ear turned her on more than she ever thought they would. “Yes daddy…I’m…fuck I’m going to cum.” Her nails ran down down his back as all the pleasure pushed her over the edge and her walls clenched tightly around him as she came.

[Charlie]

Charlie could feel her clenching around him as she came hard. He could feel his own orgasm pushing him over the edge when he felt her clenching. His hands held her in place as he filled her deep with his cum. Some of it dripped out of both of them once more. “Fuck...such a good girl.” 

[Rose]

Rose felt Charlie cumming again and bit her lip as she felt some of it dripping out of her. Hearing him praise her made her eyes turn red as she cupped his cheek gently before kissing him passionately. “Fuck you are so hot.” She said against his lips.

[Charlie]

“I think you mean that you are so hot darling.” He smirked before kissing her once more. “Since we have the other ceremony later, why don’t we just spend some time together just you and I beforehand?” Charlie purred into her ear. 

[Rose]

“What did you have in mind?” Rose asked, kissing down his neck and leaving marks wherever she could. 

[Charlie]

“Oh I think you know exactly what I have in mind, baby girl. Why don’t we head to the bedroom now that we are officially married hm?” He smirked as he purred into her ear seductively. 

[Rose]

Rose smiled as she heard his words and nodded her head before kissing him again. “I would like that a lot…husband.” She smiled playfully.

[Charlie]

“Then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” He says before taking her hand as he brought her out of there and to the bedroom. 

#muse: charlie #charliexrose #rose007

[irenewolfland]

Negan x reader

Hi guys! There are 3 days left until I leave for Walker Stalker Nashville and I am beyond pumped and ready beyond belief! So here is a little fanfiction to tide me over while this torturously slow weak slugs by. In honor of Jeffrey Dean Morgan I give you a Negan x Reader fic… “Gone?” (Negan pov) It had been a looong day of fighting both the dead and the living. Some of the groups still had to be put in their place, but it usually wasn’t anything that a humorous threat couldn’t solve. Other than a few loosey goosies here and there the run had been overall successful. Food in their bellies, supplies for the Sanctuary, and guns for the amorey. Yep… a good day if he did say so himself. And he did, with a little grin. With a bit of a pep in his step, he headed upstairs towards the wives’ parlor room; Lucille swinging almost giddley in his grasp. “Well, hello ladies,” he drawled out as he practicling swung himself through the open doorway. They all turned at the sound of his voice, knowing that when Negan entered a room it was best to pay attention. Sauntering over to the bar, Negan poored himself a glass of scotch and tossed it back with a gulp. He chuckled as he wiped the moisture from his lips. Sharry approached cautiousley. It was very rare that their leader was in such a good mood, and the last thing that she wanted was to accidentally set him off. “Good day?” she inquired. He replied with a full toothed smile, “Hell of a fucking good one! Almost perfect, except for a few loose ends. But, Lucille can handle that kinda shit, heheh!” Sharry had to keep herself from rolling her eyes at his crude comments. She knew that the other wives would agree in that they didn’t want to know what Negan got up to when he wasn’t around. Breathing out an exaggerated sigh, Negan rolled his shoulders allowing tight muscles and sore joints to strech and pop. “Yep,” he said; popping the p at the end,“I believe a massage from one of my beautiful fucking wives will do me some good right before bed.” He almost laughed when they all went suddenly silent. He wasn’t bad to them, but he knew that any one of them would drop him, given the chance to do so. However; he couldn’t keep himself from needling them. “Aaaw, now don’t all speak up at once.” “It’s Y/N’s night,” Amber’s quick whisper broke the silence and all eyes turned to her hunched form on the couch. Hearing Negan’s happy chuckles, Sharry turned to face him with a glare. “Well, I guess tonight’s gonna end up pretty fucking perfect. AFTER. ALL,” he said emphasizing every word. With that he drug his tongue over his teeth until his lips landed in a devilish smirk. His version of a fuck you to Sharry. Pushing off from the bar he strutted out the door and down the hall, whistling as he went. Closer to his room was a narrow door that lead to the only other room up there. Y/N’s room. She hadn’t liked the idea of staying with the other wives so she had begged him for her own room, and it was getting to where he had a rediculously hard fucking time saying no to that woman. And, it was getting worse as he spent more time around her. The other wives simply sat in the parlor all day and were as content as could be wether he came around or not. But, he had known Y/N was different the moment he met her. Since her agreeance to being his wife about two years ago; she had convinced him to give her her own room, let her accompany him on his dailey walk abouts, show her how to use a gun and knife, and she’s even cleaned Lucille a time or two. She has him so God damn wrapped around her cute, little fucking pinky finger that he can feel the collar pulling tight around his neck every now and then. Oddly enough, he’s grown rather used to and maybe… a bit fucking fond of the feeling. Giving in to Y/N’s little demands reminded him of a simpler time that he usually didn’t like to be reminded of. Raising Lucille from her perch on his shoulder, Negan tapped the bat in a knocking motion on the metal door. “Open the fuck up, baby doll! Haha, you have the honor of dealing with my gorgous self tonight,” he chuckled. … No answer. Blinking in confusion, he tried again. Knocks a little harder; the bangs echo through the quiet hall. “Doll! Are you napping in there!?” … Silence. Grumbling curses under his breathe, Negan throws his weight into the door shoving it open and almost breaking it. He’s stopped short when he sees that the room is empty. The bed is made with no one in it, the bathroom door is flung open with no body inside, and the whole room is dead silent except for his breathing. Heaving a heavy sigh and running his hand through his hair, Negan walks out of the bedroom and down to his own. He opens the door and begins pulling off his jacket, scarf, and propping Lucille up against the wall. A large relief falls over his mind as he realizes that he knows where Y/N is, now. Back when she’d first moved into her room next to his, she had bad insomnia. And since he couldn’t very well have her fucking wandering around the damn Santuary at God knows what fucking hour, he’d offered her to sleep in his room so that she wouldn’t be alone. Thinking now, he couldn’t really remember when it had gone from Y/N crashing on his couch to her now crawling into his bed every other night. Now days if he didn’t find her in her room at about this time of day it meant that she had snuck into his for an earley nap. He couldn’t count how many times she had been waiting for him, whenever he got home. No one else ever waited or even cared if he got home at all. A small smile tugged at his lips as he walked over to his bedroom door. He knew that he’d find Y/N curled up in his blankets and hugging his pillow just like he always did when she’d chosen to spend the night with him. “You better have something fucking good for me in return for having to play hide and seek with your ass, doll!” he joked; pushing the door open. The door creeked open and his smile slowly left his face. The bed was empty and made as he had left it this morning. The bathroom door was open, revealing that it too was vacant. The room hadn’t been touched, which meant that Y/N had not been here. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t in her room. He didn’t know where she was!? WHERE THE FUCK WAS SHE!? Breathing heavy and labored, Negan turned and sprinted out of the room; knocking Lucille over in the process. But, he didn’t notice. He had to find Y/N! She wasn’t where she was supposed to be; she wasn’t where she always was! He jolted to a stop in front of the wives’ parlor. They all jumped when he slammed the door open. He was huffing and puffing from anger, exhaustion, and … fear. “WHERE IS SHE!?” The women only looked at him with fear and confusion. They didn’t know what he was talking about. He roared, “Y/N! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!?” He was losing his grip on what little patience he had. They all trembled, afraid that this was going to end in bloody punishment. Thankfully, Sharry stepped up. “We don’t know. We havn’t seen her all day.” The air left Negan’s lungs. His shoulders slumped as he ran through a million thoughts in his head. The wives didn’t know where Y/N was. No one else in the Santuary really knows Y/N, so none of the regular workers would be able to tell him where she’d gone, either. And, the only savior who knew her was Simon, but he had been on the run wih Negan today. He didn’t know where she was! And he had no way of finding out! With one thought in his head, Negan stormed out of the parlor and ran down the hallway until he reached the kitchen. It was around supper time so the big cafeteria was crowded with people waiting to be served and the cooks who worked in the back. Just a normal night. That is, until the big bad leader comes sprinting into the room looking like a ghost was on his tale. After placing himself in the middle of the crowded mess hall, Negan almost choked on his own breath as began to shout. “Y/N!” He was hyperventalating, and clawing his hands through his disheveled hair as he continued to search the crowd in a panic. “Y/N! FUCK, BABY DOOOOLLL!?” Everywhere he looked he saw faces fucking staring at him. Some that he recognized, some that he didn’t. But it didn’t fucking matter, because none of them were Y/N. Taking one last wheezing breathe and preparing to scream his lung out, Negan gave one final call. “Y/N!!” “Negan!” His head jerked in the direction of the sound. When his dark eyes met hers through the crowd, Negan felt as if gravity itself was forcing him towards her. He ran. He ran until he reached her and when her tiny body knocked into his chest he quickly locked his arms around her. With shaky breathes, he pulled back so he could look at her. Y/N was smiling like she always did whenever Negan would hug her or kiss her. Not a care in the world. But at the moment, he felt as if the world had just fucking shattered. And, he was still trying to put the pieces back together. Bringing his hands up to cup her face, to touch, to reassure himself that she was there; Negan let out a shaky breath, “W..Where the fuuck were you?” Y/N cocked her head, brow raised. Her wide eyes full of the innocence of a puppy. “I was with Simon,” she answered. Her voice was low, worried that she might further upset Negan. Just then, Negan realized that Simon was standing behind Y/N with a look of concern. With a small smile; the savior explained,“She found an apple tree just outside the gates. She came and grabbed me just as soon as we got back. We went and picked a few to bring back to the kitchen.” Sure enough, Simon was holding a small whicker basket full of green apples. A big smile broke out on Y/N’s face as she looked back at Negan. He felt her arms hug him tight as she spoke animatedly. “Me and Simon even found a bunch more trees! He said that if we could fence off that little space of woods that we could have our own orchard!” Her eyes were shining with excitement; she was so proud of herself. Negan could practically feel her bubbling happiness, and that had him smiling back at her. But, he could tell that his face was strained. After noticing this, Y/N suddenly fell serious. “Negan?” she asked; her head tilting in that inquiring way. “Y-yeah, baby doll?” he was still shaking; but his full attention was zeroed in on her. Eyes pleading, she gently intwined her tiny fingers with his own. “Can we go home?” In that moment, he would have given her anything. Hell, he would have given her anything at any fucking moment. So, with a tired sigh of both relief and exhaustion; he simply nodded his heavy head. Tightening his hold on her hand, Negan turned to lead them out of the crowded cafeteria when he realized that everyone was staring. “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE YOU ASSHOLES LOOKING AT!?” Of course, this quickly sent everyone into minding their own buisness. Shaking his head, Negan quickly lead Y/N through the halls and up the stairs until they reached his room. He closed and locked the door, not wanting any interruptions lest he kill somebody. He wasn’t exactly feeling his fucking fittest at the moment. “Lucille!” the squeel made him jerk around until he saw Y/N picking his prized possesion up off of the floor. “What are you doing on the ground?” she said as she held the barbed bat with gentle hands. Negan was always amazed at the amount of respect that Y/N showed Lucille. She didn’t know how or why the weapon was so important to him, but all that matters was that it was. So, he could only stare wide eyed as she carefully placed the bat in it’s designated spot. The chair by the window that nobody used. Honestly, Negan couldn’t remember if he’d knocked Lucille over or not. He had been in a fucking panic like no other. He felt bad that he hadn’’t even thought to pick her up. “Ready for bed?” asked Y/N as she turned away from Lucille. She could tell that something had been bothering him. Something major. But, she also knew that Negan would rather chew a pinecone than tell her. So, her best bet was to get him into bed and get him relaxed. She didn’t like how on edge being the leader made Negan. “Um …yeah,” he answered with a small nod. After the huge emotional cataclysm he’d just been through, his body and brain were a bit numb as the reconstruction was going on. Y/N giggled at his slow ass reply, before waltzing over and taking his hand in hers. “Let’s go then. I’m pretty tired too,” she said as she lead him to the bedroom. Negan followed; again, too fucking numb to really do anything else. Just like all the times that they had slept together before, they were completely comfortable with each other. Y/N stripped out of her day clothes and stole one of his white t-shirts that landed just bellow her ass. Too hot to sleep in anything more, really. Meanwhile, Negan lost everything but his tight fitting, black boxers. They both crawled into the huge bed. Him on the right side that had always been his, and her on the left that she had gradually claimed as hers. After flicking the lamp off, Negan felt a tug on his bare shoulder. He knew what she wanted, and sure enough, when he rolled over to face her in the dark he could still see her arms thrown out towards him. Reaching for him with adoration in her eyes. When his only reply was a cocked brow, Y/N stuck out that bottom lip and did her best God damned impression of a kicked puppy. She was fucking cheating! “Please, I need it,"she whispered; which actually meant that she thought that he needed it. And after the mother fucking day that he had had, he sure as shit needed it. However; he was not going to fucking admit that to anyone. So, Negan answered with an indignant grunt, "Fine.” Y/N smiled as he crawled over her; the bed dipping comfortingly beneath their combined weight. Negan finally let himself settle into her embrace. His head rested comfortably on her chest, just above her breasts. Their bodies were alined and pressed together from the stomach down. She held him close, arms wrapped around his neck. Small hands running absentmindedly through his hair. And, he held her even closer. Arms looped around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. As he laid there with his ear pressed to her soft skin, listeneing to her steady heart beat; Negan thought about how bad today could have gone. It had turned out to be nothing but a shit ton of bad timing, but what if it hadn’t been? When he hadn’t found her in her room, Negan had immediately felt that tug of worry in his guts. He hadn’t liked it either, but it passed rather quickly. However; when he didn’t find her in his room either, his brain had jumped to the worst fucking conclusion. Y/N had been gone, and Negan had had no way of finding her. How was he supposed to have known if she was hurt or not? There was no way for him to fucking know, and he really hated that. He also hated how quickly he’d flipped his shit. Negan couldn’t really describe the feeling because he can fucking remember the last time he’d felt anything like it. But, It had felt like an ice pick was slowly clawing into his chest. Like he’d had a fucking noose around around his throat. Like all of the bones in his body were too fucking heavy to move. He’d felt … hopeless. Fucking hopeless! What if instead of Simon being with Y/N, he had come back alone? What if he had told Negan that she had run away?! What if she had gotten killed on a run?! Or … what if she had been bitten?! “Negan?” The voice was quiet but it still made him jump. He was fucked and he knew it. Y/N continued to speak still petting his head all the while. “I’m sorry for goning out today, but I took Simon with me just like you told me to.” Great. Now, she thought that she was in trouble. “I know baby doll. And I’m real fuccking proud of you for following my rules. But, do you think that you can follow one more?” he asked with his head still lying on her chest. Negan didn’t think he could face her with the level of fucking embarrassment that he was at. He felt her face nod against the top of his head. “You can ask me for anything, Negan,” she replied with pure sincerity. She knew that he always gave her what she wanted without thought, so it was only right to offer the same to him. God fucking damn, did his name sound sweet on her lips! “Fr-from now on, I want you tell somebody when you go out. I don’t care if it’s me when I’m here or Sharry when I’m fucking not. Just somebody, so that I can find out where you’re at. K?” Negan groweled at the fact that the situation had shook him so badly. He was supposed to be a mother fucking leader for Christ’s sake! Unaffected, in control, and fucking heartless! “K,” she replied as she yawned, “Were you worried?” Negan’s head popped up to face Y/N, his dark eyes met hers. Worried? That was a stupid fucking meaningless word that should have no place in his vocabulary after all the shit that he’s been through. But……. yes. He had been worried. Worried out of his fucking mind, when he couldn’t find her. Worried, when he’d thought that she was gone. “Yes” he said softly, before just letting his head drop back down to her chest. Negan just felt raw, and so he simply goes limp in her hold. Not wanting to think, at all. A couple minutes of blessed fucking silence later is broken by a quiet whisper. “I love you, Negan.” A content sigh left his lips when he felt a light kiss pressed to his forehead. Just like she always did after a rough day. Comforting him, and he never even thought of all of the fucking awsome things that he would miss about her if Y/N was gone. He placed his lips against her collarbone and released a quiet breath. “Well, I don’t know when or how or fucking why; but I love you too, sweetheart.” A little laugh escaped her mouth, and Negan knew that she had probably just been waiting on his stubborn ass to say something. She was smart like that. But she gave him the time to come to the realization on his own, because she knows that he had to accept the fact that he could still care about shit in this fucked up world. And,Negan did care about her. Haha! He fucking loved her! And today was just a small taste of how fucked he’d be without her. THE END If you liked this fic, feel free to request something

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    Genre : Action, comedy, supernatural, urban fantasy, science fiction.

Episodes: 12

Studio: Bones

  Cities are like people. They’re living things with a mind and personality of their own. Some are calm and reserved, others brutish and loud. There are cities that are such powerful personalities that you can always tell when someone’s spent a little time there. Then there’s Hellsalem’s Lot, a city with such a powerful persona that a Hellsalem citizen can be spotted from a mile away. OK, half of them are weird looking aliens and the other half such hardened and blasé humans that they really should count as a distinct species. It’s an exciting place to be, without a second worth of boredom, if you can survive it. So what is a gentle soul like Leonardo Watch doing there? And how is it that in a city ruled by ruffians and overrun by monsters, a nice guy is slowly changing everything?

I randomly decided to pick up the first season of Blood Blockade Battlefront a bit before Halloween and was delighted to find that it had a Halloween specific episode to easily fit into my Halloween posting schedule. I just wrote the word Halloween a lot. I speak my posts in my head, so it’s starting to sound weird… I really enjoyed that first season and I knew I was going to watch the second one sooner rather than later. How awesome is it that the second season has a New Year’s and Holiday themed episode! Talk about kismet!

I hate it when this happens

In many ways, I found that the second season of Blood Blockade Battlefront (and Beyond) felt more like a first season. As much on the production front as the narrative one. If you’ve read my review for season 1, you may remember that I considered it stunning. I still do. The scenery, the cityscapes and the wonderful framing and scale is still present. But the visuals do seem a little pared down this time around.

There are much fewer scenes with countless extras and background characters. The action is still as fluid, but art style gets a bit less detailed. It’s a beautiful looking series on its own, but when you compare it to the first season, it looks a touch less polished.

On the flipside though, the voice actors have clearly gotten more at ease with the characters and what I thought was a great sounding voice cast has turned into a wonderfully cohesive ensemble that seems to be truly enjoying the material. In fact, if visuals might have subjectively gone down a notch, sound design on all levels has improved. Except for the ED. I loved that season 1 ED!

the city is still gorgous

And when I say the show feels like a season 1 in the narrative as well, that’s not a bad thing. The actual premise of the show was roughly established in the first season, although it’s a slightly messy show in that regard and the story always felt a bit disjointed. This season though has a much more focused narrative and actually started to establish the various characters in a way that truly got me to understand and are about everybody like never before.

So much of the world-building and character development happened this season rather than the last. And that may be brilliant.

I really enjoyed the storylines this time around. Although a bit more episodic in structure with narratives moving from one character to the next, establishing the personalities and history of each, rather than some larger overarching storyline, episodes somehow felt more connected to one another.

connections are great!

In many ways, the theme of season 2 of Blood Blockade Battlefront (and Beyond) is perfect for a Christmas viewing, because, at its core, it’s a story about families. Biological, nuclear or found. It’s about the bonds that hold us together and how the people around us shape the person we become. And it was very pretty.

Blood Blockade Battlefront and Beyond is a silly show that does everything at breakneck speed. It wears its name well as everything is dripping with blood and fighting but in a cartoony comedic way. Objectively, the body count must be astronomical, yet I would call it a feel-good show. But when it calms down a bit and concentrates on the characters, it truly shines and is often unexpectedly touching.

For instance, I don’t recall a series having quite so many working parents and honestly addressing the difficulties working mothers face in balancing home and career. We truly see that every member of Libra is a distinct individual, with their own set of values and beliefs and how those can be smoothly integrated into a working whole. And in a beautiful but of bookending, season 2 ends in the same way season 1 did. With a brother and sister who really love each other and want to save one another.

By balancing equal parts zany over the top action and small emotional human stories, Blood Blockade Battlefront and Beyond ended up becoming an entertaining and joyful celebration of relationships in all forms that left me eager to celebrate the coming holidays with the ones I love (by watching anime if I can trick them into it!)

K.K.’s husband also rocks – great ladies attract great men

Favourite character: KK (loved her before but now I actually know why) and Steven (we barely got to know him in season 1 but it turns out he may be the wildcard character of the ensemble)

What this anime taught me: It’s always worth giving a chance for people to betray you.

The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.

Suggested drink: Alexander’s Sister (close enough)

Every time Leo is having a bad day – take a sip

Every time there’s an instance of casual murder – take a sip

Every time we see Klaus’ cross – take a sip

Every time we see Michella – cheer

Every time there’s a cat – take a sip

Every time a member of Libra ends up all bandaged up – raise your glass

Every time anyone’s getting drunk – join them

Every time Chain lands on someone – take a sip

Every time Leo gets mugged – feel bad for him

Every time anyone mentions their kid – take a subtle sip

I’ve decided to stick to Pinterest for my screencaps. It’s just more fun and easier to update for me.

    Blood Blockade Battleground and Beyond – If You Can Make it There… Genre : Action, comedy, supernatural, urban fantasy, science fiction. Episodes: 12 Studio: Bones Cities are like people.

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Lost Hope

One of my best friends wrote this and i give all credit to her. We call her admin Min. I hope you like it, of course I can’t tell you what to think and i don’t what your thinking but i can hope you like it. Be warned there might be some triggers. TRIGGER WARNING.

Dawn POV

South Korea. Great idea mom and dad. Lets abandon everything we know and move there! I lived in America my whole life. 17 years. I was fluent in korean thanks to my korean dad. My mom was American. I hated the Idea of moving and I still do. I have officially lived in Korea one day. I start school tomorrow. I hope I don’t get teased like I did at my old school, but at least there I had friends. Friends that I would never see again… That night I cried myself to sleep.

*The next day*

I got ready for school. I picked out a gorgous outfit. My parents weren’t home, so I assumed they went to their first day of work. I made myself breakfast, forced myself to eat it, then headed to the bus. I saw a cute guy there. He was with his friends so I was afraid to approach. One of them looked over at me and smiled. He then started to come over to where I stood. “Are you new?” He asked me. “Yeah.” I relied shyly. “What is your name?” He asked. Jeesh with the questions! “My name is Dawn.” I replied hoping that was the last question. Nope. “Interesting name. You aren’t full korean are you?” He asked. I really hope he is done asking me questions. “No. I lived in America my whole life until now.” Ugh wasnt it obvious that I was new? “I’m Tae. Nice to meet you I guess.” He then went back to his friends. I guess! What was that all about? Whatever. I played on my phone until the bus came. I was. Walking toward the back when I was pulled into someone’s seat. “Aish! What the hell!” It was one of Tae’s friends. “Hi I’m Hoseok. Sorry about that but you do not want to sit in the back with all the Jerks.” “Umm thanks I guess. I’m Dawn.” “Cool name.” That was the last he spoke. Once we got to school Hoseok got out of the seat. When I tried to get out I was pushed back in by one of Tae’s friends.

When I got off the bus the Jerk that Pushed me was waiting. He grabbed my arm and pushed me to the ground. “Aish! What was that for!” I exclaimed while rubbing my arm. Damn that hurt. “I did that to keep you in your place new girl. My name is Suga. Don’t forget it!” He then walked off. That’s a great way to start my day. Already making enemies. I then headed to my first class. One of Tae’s friends was there. I hoped he wasn’t a jerk like the other one. He grabbed my arm as I walked by. “I’m Jimin. And I’m going to help make your life a living hell.” He whispered into my ear. “I’m not afraid of you.” That was all I said before heading to my seat. The next classes until lunch were horrible. I met all of Tae’s friends. All of them were rude to me. Except Hoseok. Lunch was even worse. I sat by myself until the one named Suga came and sat by me. “What do you want?” I asked him coldly. “This is where we usually sit. So move.” Then I decided to challenge him. “Make me.” I said looking strait into his eyes. With that he dumped my tray into my lap and pushed me out of my chair. Then that Jimin dude came up and stepped on my hand. I stood up. “OW! WHAT THE HELL DID I EVEN DO TO YOU!” I shouted at the boys before leaving to another table. I sat and read my book.

* After lunch*

The next few classes were a living hell. Turns out I had a class with at least one of those jerk wads. After school I got on the bus. Jimin tripped me and I fell, hitting my head on a metal bar. Someone pulled me into their seat. It was Hoseok. The only person who hasn’t physically or emotionally hurt me yet. “Thanks” I mumbled. Once the bus trip was over I ran home. My parents weren’t home yet. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and locked myself in my room. I thought about cutting my wrist but instead put the knife in my dresser drawer. I then cried. This day was horrible. I excepted tomarrow to be much worse…

A/N: I love BTS and would never think they would do something like this in real life. Please do not take it seriously. Its just a story. One week later Dawn POV

The bullying never stopped. It just got worse. Hoseok was my only friend. After a long day of school I went home. Jungkook pushed me to the ground, He hurt my arm. I ran home and locked myself in my room. Then i remembered it. The knife. I cut my arm. It hurt but i liked the pain. I took a shower and covered up my arm with a long sleeve shirt, then I went to sleep… The next day I went through my morning routine and headed to the bus stop. Suga tripped me but I was used to it so whatever. Hoseok glared at him and helped me up. I think he caught a glimpse of my arm. I just pulled my sleeve down farther and waited for the bus. I sat with him on the bus. The second I sat he pulled up my sleeve. “What’s this?” He whispered quietly so no one would hear. “Its nothing. Nothing at all.” The rest of the trip was silent. Hoseok POV I saw something on her arm but when I asked her about it she said it was nothing. I dont believe her. I think the bullying caused it. I need to protect her even if I get kicked out of BTS for it. I had every class up until lunch with Dawn but so did Jimin. I pulled him aside before he went to lunch. “Hyung what’s wrong?” “You need to leave Dawn alone. She did nothing to you.”

Jimin POV

Hoseok was mad. I could see it in his eyes. “Yes hyung I will be nice to her.” That was a total lie. I will torture her when he isnt around. “Hyung do you have a crush on her?” “What! No! Just leave her alone. She did nothing to us.” That wasn’t true. She came to this school and took Hoseok away.

Dawn POV

When i got to the lunch room those Jerks were there. I went the opposite direction of them but suga followed me. He pushed me against the wall. “Let go of me!” I struggled but he was stronger than me. Taehyung grabbed my bag and dumped it in the floor. Then suga let go of me. Ugh those Jerks! I bent down and gathered my things. As I was about to stand up Jimin kicked me down again. I glared at him and stood up. “You are so pathetic.” His words were like Ice to a burn. A few minutes later i saw Hoseok yelling at them. What was that all about?

Hoseok POV

I was yelling at the boys. “WHAT THE HELL! DID I NOT TELL YOU TO LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE DID NOTHING TO YOU SO WHY DO YOU HURT HER!?” I was beyond mad. “Jeesh calm down we were just messing with her!” Suga said. I just glared and headed over to Dawn. Before I could get there the bell rang. She went out of the room very quickly.

Dawn POV

The next classes were horrible. I was tripped, kicked, and had my things dumped out. I just wanted this day to end. Once the bell rang I ran out of the school. I didn’t want to take the bus do I started walking home. About halfway there I had a feeling that I was being followed. Unfortantly my feeling was correct. It was Jimin. “What do you want!” “Nothing. you weren’t on the bus I wanted to know if you were okay.” After he said that I started to back away.

Jimin POV

She was scared. I just wanted to talk but she took off running. I ran after her. Once we got to her house she ran inside and locked the door. I pounded on the door. “I just want to talk!” “Leave me alone!” After a minute I finally gave up and sat on the door step. Why do girls have to be so difficult!

Dawn POV

I sat in silence. Why did he follow me? What did he want? Then I got a message.

Hoseok- I’m coming over

Dawn- fine.

Hoseok- I’m going to be there in ten minutes.

Great he was probably going to ask me a bunch of questions.

Hoseok POV

I went over to her house. When I got there Jimin was sitting on the door step with his head in his hands. (I tried to find a picture. Searched for like an hour. No luck.) “What are you doing here?” Why was he here! What did he want! “I wanted to talk to her but she just ran off.” “Just leave. You can try again tomarrow.” With that I walked into the house. I found Dawn in her room she looked sad. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I’m fine.” “I see tears in your eyes.” She then broke down and told me everything. She told me how my friends scared her. She even told me about the knife and the cut. I took the knife and put It in my bag. “I will protect you. They wont come near you again.” I comforted her. I meant every word. I was going to protect this girl no matter what.

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