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mrs-monaghan · 9 months

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I know that there are pple who always insist to take everything at face value. Anon, you honestly cannot expect normal behaviours from situations that are not normal at all. You are talking about Jk not showing up at Jimin’s stage and him refusing to go see Jimin perform even after Jimin asked. So let me ask you and many others who maybe didn’t notice this or find anything weird about it. So we’ve seen a pattern of all the members at some point showing up to support each other by surpring each other maybe during their practice, shooting or perfomance. Somehow there is always the element of suprise and that is exactly what V did with Jk too. So now, did no one find it weird that Jk had to ask or kinda tell Jimin that he wanted to go see him perform on stage? Why did he have to ask for Jimin’s permission b4 going to support him? Hobi didn’t, Suga didn’t, V didn’t none of the members asked for permission b4 to go support the others so why did Jk feel the need to ask Jimin if he could go see him perform? This was a lil weird to me at the time but I didn’t think much of it until after the flirty Live those two did few days ago. Jimin said he was going to go to Jk AFTER his promotions were over and it kinda seemed like JM was making all sorts of excuses not to go to Jk or not to let Jk go to him. I could be rambling idk but it got me thinking about 2 instances in the past. JM was trynna cook and Jk tried coming close but JM sent him away saying Jk made him nervous. Even when JM was recording Serendipity, he asked Jk to leave too cuz he couldn’t concentrate with Jk there. Are you picking up what i am putting down? What if Jk didn’t go see Jimin perform and had to ask Jimin if he could go see him perform cuz he knew that Jimin wouldn’t be want him there probably cuz him being there would make Jimin nervous or distract him somehow? Cuz I can’t think of any logical reason why Jk had to ask Jimin if he could go see him perform when he could have just surprised him like the rest. Also, think about it, Jk is just not an asshole who didn’t care to go support Jimin. Whether u think they are dating or not, Jk is not an asshole and he clearly loves Jimin and Jimin is clearly important to him. So how do u explain him not going to see Jimin perform? Same goes for Jimin. Everyone knows Jimin is one if the most supportive members of BTS. He shows up for EVERYONE! Didn’t anyone find it strange that he didn’t go watch Jk perform too? I have no doubt that he would have showed up if it was anyone else, so why didn’t he show up for Jk? There are patterns being broken here and only when it comes to Jikook. I can’t place my finger on it, but certain things they do just don’t make alot of sense.

What is my point? My point is, I don’t think Jk not going to see JM perform was his choice! And I believe so because he didn’t have to ask for Jimin’s permission b4 going to support him. If he felt the need to ask, that tells me he kinda already knew that for some reason, Jimin might not want him there, and it was also weird that he choose to ask Live where maybe he felt like Jimin wouldn’t be able to say no! We all know damn well that so many jikookers would have stopped shipping Jikook since chapter 2 if we only had to depend on Jimin! Jk has been the only one holding this fort down! Jimin really doesn’t do anything to feed Jikookers. Also, we see how much Jk debunks Taekook all the damn time but he hasn’t in anyway tried to debunk Jikook, if anything he if feeding us fat! So that’s how i kinda know that Jimin is the one probably stopping many things from happening now. I don’t know his reasons but I honestly feel Jk is kinda done with this hiding shit. Anyways i just wanted to share my 2 cents. I haven’t ever seen anybody mentioning this so i just thought i’d see what u guys think about it.

I am with you 1300%

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jungkook #jimin #park jimin #bts #jeon jungguk

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tenecity · 6 years

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you are perfect

requested: yes

genre: angst, a little fluff

masterlist

You blearily rub your eyes open as you groan and reach for your incessantly ringing phone.

You roll your eyes as you read the contact name, and lazily press the accept call icon, eyelids fluttering shut again. “Lin Chaoze. It’s 7am in the morning you better have a good excuse-”

“Y/n, do you know where the vomiting medicine and antacids are? Zhangjing had been puking since like 6.30am after his black coffee and I have no idea where that damn medicine is-” Chaoze rambles out.

The moment the name “Zhangjing” leaves the younger’s lips, your eyes had already snapped open, body automatically leaping from the bed, the phone in the clutches of your shoulder and face as you struggle to wear some decent clothing on, words in a mumble as you tell him to hold still and wait for you to bring the medications over.

You grab the medicines, that are packed neatly in a ziplock, from the table and rush out of your apartment, nearly tripping as you stumble down the stairs, rapidly knocking on the boys’ dorms.

“Where’s Zhangjing?” You say worriedly as you gently push Yanjun aside to enter the dorms. Technically speaking, only male employees are allowed to enter the boys’ dorms, but you use your title as an excuse, always saying that a “manager should have the authority to enter the dorms in order to do their job properly.”

“Bathroom” was the curt reply and you run towards the room where the gagging sounds are coming from.

Beads of cold sweat slid down the pale forehead, the eyes dull and exhausted, the lip trembling as a sheen of sweat causes it to glisten under the light. “Chaoze, do me a favour and get a glass of water please?” You instruct the boy and kneel down, a soothing hand rubbing familiar circles on the Malaysian’s back, and the other busily taking out the different medications.

You whisper soft, comforting words into his ear, telling him it will be okay. Eventually, the heaving slows and gentle puffs of air replace it as he slumps into your arms, drained from the stomach disaster.

Chaoze hands you the glass of water and you gently guide the pills into Zhangjing’s mouth. Gesturing for Yanjun to come over, you softly tell him to carry Zhangjing to the couch, while you calm the other boys down and get them ready for practice.

“Tell Trainer Chen that Zhangjing won’t be coming for class today-”

“I can go for class.” A weak voice cuts from across the room. Sighing and with a roll of your eyes, you ignore the other and continue. “I’ll write an excuse letter. Tell her to get it from me-”

“I said I can go.”

“And, as your manager, I say you can’t go.” Your sharp words sew his lips together and he stays silent, but you can still feel the doe eyes boring holes through your back.

Once the boys are all shoved out of the door and it closes shut with a soft click, you make a light drink for him, some teh-c siew tai, tea with milk, less sugar. Healthy, not stomach upsetting, and his next favourite drink.

As you kneel down to carefully placing the hot mug on the table, your eyes, as always, trace the soft features of Zhangjing’s face.

He had only joined the company for a year, but you could tell that he was bursting at the seams with potential and talent. You loved to check up on the boys when they had vocal practice because Zhangjing’s sweet voice and fleeting melodies never fail to brighten up your day.

He was anything but shy. When he came from Malaysia, you have to admit, you were a tad bit worried for him. China is far from his home in JB, and the culture here is different as well. But his bubbly, loud personality captivated all of you, even ice cold Yanjun. He broke down barriers with ease, fitting in perfectly into the Trainees18 family.

And while you love all the boys equally, you can’t help but have a bias for Zhangjing.

I mean, being a manager is tiring. Paperwork, paperwork, scolding the boys, arranging schedules, arranging fanmeets, arranging security, there’s a lot you got to take care of. It was getting a little boring, really, and it’s exhausting; you’re like a walking zombie, everything black and white.

But then, a certain Malaysian comes into your life, weaving his way through your life with his clear voice, leaving beds of sunflowers and rows of daisies wherever he went, painting your life with an entire spectrum of colours.

A light flick on your forehead startles you out of your thoughts, and you glare at the boy who weakly smiles back.

“How long have you been staring at me, love?” Your eyes almost roll out of your head and you resist the urge to gag as you gently tap his cheek. “You should stop accossiating yourself with that playboy Lin Yanjun.” You push yourself up and grab your phone that has been absolutely buzzing for the past 20 minutes, missed calls and thousands of texts from superiors and what not.

“I got to go. Have a good rest ok? I’ll come back to check on y’all before you guys leave for the program.” Eyes stuck to the phone as you start to dial numbers, fingers wrapped around your rest cause you to look up, raising an eyebrow.

“.....You’ll watch Idol Producer, right?”

“Of course, I will.” You say easily, fingers lightly running through his brown locks.

He smiles softly and you clench your fist lightly, resisting the urge to run your fingers over his smooth cheeks.

“I’ll miss you.” The soft voice resounds in your heart and you hold back the teardrops.

Originally, you wanted to give him his gift when you sent them all off, but looking at your schedule and the puppy eyes, you are probably not going to send them off. So you carefully take out the necklace you have for him from the pocket of your jacket, and place it in his hands.

“Wear it when I’m not around, okay?”

You don’t wait for his reply, because your tears are threatening to slip out of your eyes and down your face, and so, you give him a wobbly smile and turn around, never looking back.

“Dajie!*” You say cutely as you put the phone on speaker. The boys have been away for 2 months now, and although managers aren’t allowed to have direct contact with them, you had a friend who was working in the same line as you, for iQiyi. From time to time, you would call her and catch up with her, talking about mundane work, to the best security companies, to how the boys are going.

“Ey, y/n! How are you doing?”

The conversation carries on as you rant to her about your terrible day at work and your worries and all.

“Let’s not talk about these anymore. How are the boys?”

She chuckles and replies, “You are always asking about them! They are fine, doing quite well, I would say, especially Lin Chaoze, Lin Yanjun and You Zhangjing.” Your ears perk up at the name, but you just hum in reply. Your friend continues on, saying, “You Zhangjing, especially. His vocals are wow, everyone is just so amazed. And he eats like no one’s business! We had to ask the chef to cook an extra portion just for him.”

An uncontrollable smile finds its way onto your face, happy that he was eating well. You were concerned, to say the least, knowing how Zhangjing can is an emotional, soft child, who can get easily hurt by others.

When you saw the comments on weibo, and heard about his nickname “You Zhangpang”, while you had laughed along with your colleagues, an uneasy feeling tumbled around in your stomach. You were glad he wasn’t taking any of those things into consideration and was just happily munching on his food, looking genuinely blissful.

Looks like you’ve got it wrong.

You run towards the ward, pushing aside all the nurses and almost scream in frustration as you see the pale boy lying limp on the bed.

“What the hell?!” You scream at the iQiyi staff once you’ve exited the room. “Do you not look after them? Do you not tell them to stop when they’ve pushed themselves too hard? Do you not take note of who eats and who doesn’t?” A colleague of yours tries to pull away, but your anger fuels your strength and you break from his grasp.

“His performance is in a few days, tell me, how are you going to fix this?”

“Look here, ma’am. This isn’t our fault-”

“Not your fault!?” You rub your temples in frustration and go back into the room, telling the other boys, in the sharpest tone, to get out, slamming the door behind them.

“You Zhangjing.” Your voice softens, but only by a bit. A storm is raging inside of you, and no one can rein it.

“What the hell were you thinking about, when you decided to starve yourself for two meals and practice without stopping? Are you out of your mind?”

“I just...wanted to, you know, slim down a little before the performance. I’m sorry.” He replies in a small voice.

You glare at him and spin around, throwing your arms in the air, going over to the window, allowing the biting winds to calm yourself down.

“What the hell are you sorry for?” Turning towards him, you stare at him with a piercing gaze, causing him to flinch.

“You Zhangjing, listen carefully.

“You are perfect, you are enough. You don’t have to change yourself to please someone else. Why are you letting someone dictate your life? Why are you letting them judge you? Why do you even think you are fat? You’re not even remotely overweight, dumbass.

“Even if you were fat, for whatever reason, so what? Who the hell cares? It’s 2018 for god’s sake, people need to get over themselves if they can’t accept people of different shapes.”

You take in a breath, eyes never leaving his.

“But..”

“But what?”

“The CEO said I needed to slim down…”

“You Zhangjing, listen carefully. I don’t care what that bastard says.

“The next time you try to pull such a trick again, I will be pulling you out of the program. Got it?” You snap at him, huffing as you took a seat next to him.

As the doe eyes search yours, apology overflowing those brown eyes, they rein back the storm in you, calming the thrashing waters.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better..” He mumbles and sneaks another glance at you, lips breaking into a smile when he sees your face soften, no longer hard and furious.

“Well, on the bright side, we all get to see you again.”

Rolling your eyes, you look away as you blink back the tears, heart clenching at his soft voice. How can anyone be cruel enough to hurt someone so pure, so innocent?

“Y/n....I really missed you…” He thinks it was a whisper, but you hear every word of it.

You hum in reply, fingers playing with the white sheets.

“Did you not miss me at all?” He feigns hurt but you can tell, that under the facade, he is genuinely curious and just a slight bit hurt.

“Of course I did.” From your side view, you can see him slightly nodding his head, his white teeth capturing the pale, chapped lips and you mirror the action, biting your lips, almost tearing the skin.

“....What do you think of our performances?”

“They look pretty good to me.” You reply quickly, words tumbling out as your palms start to get clammy. You wipe the sweat of your jeans.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You say, abruptly looking up, eyes automatically tracing his features.

From his amazingly clear forehead to his high cheekbones, to his smooth skin, to his cute nose, to his pale lips….you gulp and look away.

“Look, I got to do some paperwork-”

Something light and fleeting grazes over your lips, cutting your words off as your eyes instinctively squeeze shut. Heartstrings are fragile things and they pull up as they twist and turn, a mess, just like the aimlessly flying butterflies in your stomach.

As he pulls away, you breathe out a breath you never knew you were holding in, oxygen filing your lungs again. A light smile plays on your lips as you pull him back in, hands gently cupping his face as you place a soft kiss on his lips, adrenaline coursing through your veins, his lips captivating yours, making you addicted to him.

BANG

“How do you explain this?”

“What?”

“I literally just caught you kissing my employee! My girlfriend, cheating on me, with a trainee! The absurdity of it!” He screams in frustration, eyes shooting darts at you. But it doesn’t affect you at all, and the monotone voice you use for business matters coats your words and you shrug.

“If it helps, I’m resigning.”

“You wha-what? Look, you can’t just run away and it’s not about your job, y/n, it’s about the fact that you cheated on me-”

“Oh, so you cheating with my secretary is completely fine, but this isn’t?”

“That was an accident.”

“No it wasn’t, you coward.” You threw a bunch of papers at him, screenshots dating way back to a couple of years ago. “I have evidence, you bastard.”

“And I just saw you kissing You Zhangjing!”

“We aren’t even a couple anymore! You said you didn’t want to break up because it would be embarrassing for you, that you got dumped by a girl, by your employee! You said it would make you look weak, so I did you a favour and didn’t say a word about it, and pretended like we were fine. But we both know, we aren’t actually dating anymore.”

“And how do I explain that to the rest of the employees?” He says, voice pleading at you. Helpless, worthless, weak. Face always mattered to him the most. Appearances were a lot more important to him. Surface, shallow, a whole jerk.

“Why do you even need to explain to them? Look, I really can’t care less. I’m resigning, I’m leaving, I’m not going to stay in your clutches anymore and let you control my every move anymore, even taking a cut from my pay, saying that it’s for the damn facade.”

“.....Where are you going?” “Far from here, far from you, going for a break.” You mumble, before looking back at him, the intensity in your eyes causing him to look away, bottom lip just slightly trembling.

“One more thing. Listen, I initiated the kiss, it wasn’t You Zhangjing’s fault. If you cause any problems for him, including the fact that you are requiring him to be underweight, I will come after for you, you understand?

“And you should know by now, I’m not one to be messed with.” An arrogant smirk on your face, you stalk out, leaving the gaping man behind.

You wanted to wait for the boys to finish the program and then leave, but, the moment you found out he has been telling You Zhangjing that he was fat, that he needed to lose weight, the moment you found out he was one of main reasons why You Zhangjing would force himself to drink black coffee, it was too much to bear.

On top of that, he has been so controlling over you, using your job to threaten you, and it’s getting suffocating. So you left.

You know, you have let down the boys, your team, everyone.

But for once, you decided you wanted to do something for yourself.

Staring out of the plane, happiness flows through you as hum to “It’s ok”.

BREAKING: PLANE CRASHES IN SOUTH CHINA SEA: 8 MISSING, 65 INJURED

On 5th February, C5200 was travelling from Beijing to Malaysia. A malfunction in the engines and a short circuit caused the plane to go out of control and it crashes into the waters at 5pm. The pilot managed to open the exits before the plane was submerged, and passengers were able to escape. However, unbeknownst to the crew and passengers, 20 passengers in the economy class did not have their life jackets.

UPDATE: FIRST CLASS PASSENGER ALLEGEDLY GAVE LIFE JACKET TO ANOTHER PASSENGER

….”They said to take it and shoved it to me. They were helping other people too. Really, if not for them, I wouldn't have survived.”

Silent tears roll down Zhangjing’s cheeks as his fingers caress over his ex-manager’s cold cheeks. Pressing a kiss on their forehead, he takes one last look at them, eyes brimming with tears as they roll down his cheeks in a steady stream.

In his hand, the necklace clinks.

Was he not enough of a reason, for you to be selfish for once, and slip the life jacket over your head, instead of someone else’s?

#masterlist #request #rules #find the 520 hints yall #srsly tho #pple need to stop saying he is fat #liKE SHUT UP IDIOT R U BLIND

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ratchet-says-i-needed-that · 5 years

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thoughts on mscott

While i don't want to beat a dead horse or anything. But my mind is still spinning about the recent mscott discourse and how sickened i am of mscott at this point. Especially when i see ppl defending her on posts that are critical of her. so i just wanted to write my own thoughts on this.

First, i think it impacted me more because, I was never the skinny kid. I'm still not and will never be without making myself unhealthy. I'm ok with that. But seeing mscott just using kobd as a fat shaming joke. I say joke because it was literally an add-on (on a pedo cygate mall au twitter post) with essentially yeah knockout totally fat shames with Breakdown right there. in the year 2019. I just couldn't help as someone who is both bi and non skinny, what are you trying to say about "fat" people and their relationships ? Also that part in taao where moonracer calls bd a cr*pple even tho he's able bodied and is literally big is just a poor gross choice.

I've seen arguments saying well she's a writer, she can write characters as she wants to. Like I'm a writer so I'm providing my writer opinion to this. There is a difference between writing flawed characters and writing bigots. Mscott clearly doesn't know the difference well enough. I think she said she didn't want to write gay characters as saints. But jro was able to write his characters as flawed and bigoted ones as bigots (tyrest) for the most part. Writing everyone as bigots to show they are "human" is just poor writing.

Especially when you don't challenge it other then they are bigots. If you want write characters having bigoted and incorrect thoughts, you should have them challenge it and overcome it in your story if you are going to have them as recurring character. If i wanted to see bigots, I would watch american politics, its not what i look for in a story. Bigots or characters being bigoted being normalized. Like Windblade having similar views to tyrest (etc cold construction is the real reason why bots are bastards ideal) and it never got brought that Windblade's way of thinking is not right. Or the once again the fatshaming. Like going on twitter a year after the comic series ended to claim that ko fatshames isn't challenging anything except how much of a clown you are. It's just not good writing or in good spirit to write your characters being bigoted or gross without writing another characters pointing out flaws or your character realizing its bad

And using another person's lgbt rep to justify writing most of your gay pairing as toxic and unstable is just plain gross. If you arent willing to balance it out and write a good ones on top of the unhealthy ones, you shouldn't be writing professionally. Bad LGBT rep is just as harmful as no rep. Especially when your "background" straight ones are healthy. Like i wanted to see bad LGBT rep i would read something straights made. Its just not a good idea to focus solely on unhealthly lgbt relationships still to this day. So i say it again. Bad lgbt is just as bad or worse than no rep at all.

Again, you can see well she can explore what she wants. But as a writer, what you write still says a lot about you. I think all of this and how she goes about and thinking its perfectly fine to write her gay characters as bigoted to some levels and not making her characters challenge this in the comic and what she says about them after, says a lot. I'm just disgusted at her and it seems like many are for these reasons and more.

Like think what you think. But ppl are allowed to critique her and i think she needs to be more aware of what she's writing and showing to people since she is unfortunately influential in transformers. Like she's bi and a woman but she shouldn't see a free pass on homophobia and ableist views and or reflecting them in her writing. I say this as a woman. As a bi person. As a feminist. And as someone who is about body positively. Just wtf mscott just stop.

#bird rants #bird why #mscott #mscott discourse #discourse #salt #you can reblog if you want

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defensemechanism · 5 years

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Careful to avoid making any noise, you pressed down on the dull gold lever. Once the handle was pressed as far as it would go, you pushed gently on one of the deep walnut wood doors. Sherri and a few of the other wives sat together speaking in low careful tones, but fat joey was late as you’d hoped he would be.The bakers would have fresh bread out on the same day each week. He wasn’t about to miss that.

Dropping all pretense, you turned the inner lock, shut the door behind you and grinned.

“Good Morning.” You called to the women, eager to get the heck outta dodge.

Hazel eyes gave you a once over, pausing at the sight of the old flannel you had on over your dress. You’d found it buried at the back of negan’s closet. It fit him too big around the middle which meant it fit you just right.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alma asked sternly.

“Where ever the wind takes me on this fine day, Miss Alma.”You didn’t mean to be rude. You knew that all of these girls had to put up with the boss man same as you. Only, they were scared of him, which must feel awful, but you couldn’t risk getting caught just to be polite to someone.

“He’ll be angry.” You heard her call after you, but Negan was always angry about something or other. So you didn’t let that stop you.

There was no way of knowing how long you had, but you intended to explore as much of the sanctuary as possible. You had been out of the room before, sure, but had only seen flashes of the place as you ran past. You had gone on a mini-mission two months ago to find out what was making Fat Joey late. Once you figured out the day of the week it was like clockwork. Third day of every week, Fat Joey left his room at 7:35am. He headed straight for the bakers and stood in line for a good half hour. You left when they handed him the sweet bread and found it took virtually no effort to beat him back to the room. That was the most you had seen of the sanctuary since your arrival and was not the best way, you were convinced, to get to know and appreciate the beauty this place might hold.

The Sunlight felt nice for the first few seconds after you stepped out of building A, but soon enough the humidity ruined the moment. You untied the blue bonnet colored ribbon from around your wrist and tied your hair back into a low ponytail. It was your scarlet letter. Negan said you had to wear it because you misbehaved. Apparently it identified you as a flight risk.You weren’t supposed to take it off, but then again, you weren’t supposed to leave the room. You choose to stay on the greenery beside the road to avoid burning your feet and followed it to the make shift market.

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“Excuse me?” You narrowed your eyes daring him to repeat himself.

“You don’t have credit.”

“The hell i don’t.”

“How many more times do you need me to say it?”Eugene repeated a smirk on his lips. He leaned back in his chair looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“How fucking dare -” You started to shout, your voice ringing out through the warehouse. Calling attention to yourself was the last thing you wanted to be doing. You felt the corners of your mouth pull up into a practiced grin that you never thought you’d have cause to use again.

“My my,” Injecting sugar into your voice, you leaned across the table until you were nearly close enough to touch him. “Look at you! You’ve been runnin’ with the big dogs long enough to do a halfway decent impression, Eugene.”

Eugene’s shifty eyes widened. “You know my name?”

“Negan only ever talks about one genius with a mullet.” You lowered the volume of your voice conspiratorially, “How fortunate you are that my darling husband hasn’t seen through you yet. Maybe, I ought to help him see you for what you really are?”

“He will never believe you.”

“No. He would never believe anyone, but me. It wouldn’t make any sense for me to lie about a man i have never met. All i have to do is call into question your history with the pple of Alexandria and make it seem like i feel genuine concern for his safety.”

Metal chair legs scraped against cement as Eugene pushed his seat back and stood.

“I’m g-going out for a smoke.Th-Them shoes better be the only thing missin’ when i get back.” His trembling lower lip killed any affect his wrathful tone might have had on you.

Your white dress fanned out behind you as you half jogged half ran, brown leather contraband on your feet, eager to begin your self guided tour.

Building after building of industrial rot, a few rusty tin shacks, and a sad row of tomatoes later, you found yourself in front of the main building itself. The Sanctuary’s weather beaten concrete face was made of cruel sharp angles. Her broken windows were yellowing jagged teeth.She stared brutally down at you until you couldn’t bare to meet her eyes anymore and turned walking brusquely away from her frightening visage.

You turned the corner only to freeze in your tracks.The wet raspy growling filled your ears before the smell hit you. Walkers.

Your eyes swept from left to right a few times trying to count, to keep track and then you realized, that they weren’t coming for you. There was a chain link fence separating you.Your brow knitted and were they tied down? Yes. They were stuck. Some chained up, some tied up, some stuck through with pipes.

Had this been Negan’s doing?

Your stomach wrenched at the thought.

The man was all smoke and mirrors.You shook the thought away and made for the only corner of the god forsaken place you hadn’t yet visited.

The stolen too-big boots kicked up loose bits of gravel behind you as you headed for the backlot.

Little did you know that you had an audience. Dark eyes followed your trek down the road from the loading dock behind you.

Broken wood pallets, a rusted up old mercury with bullet holes along the side, some old crates,a busted up head board, ruined tires, and tin sheeting lay rotting in the grass.

Nearer the chain link fence, lay the final resting place for the few men who managed to stay on good terms with Negan until their last moments. Crude wooden headstones marked with spray paint stuck out in a bad attempt of making a row.

You slowed down as you reached the end of the pavement and waded into the living green sea of grass hoping not to encounter any snakes.The damp blades were staining the skirt of your dress, but it’d be worth the scolding.

A long jagged claw snagged at your dress. You cursed as you pulled it loose and to your relief found it was a foot and a half of wood that likely came off of one of the pallets.You tossed it aside. Now you’d gone and torn the thing, he would be extra pissed.

He was following you, keeping far enough away not to draw attention. That idiot, Joey had let you loose. Flannel shirt or not you were ruining your dress, you had taken off your bracelet and gotten your hands on a pair of shoes and that triple fucking pissed him off.

He imagined you attempting to clamber over the high fence again, face full of determination fueled by spite. After all, your last attempt made it clear you didn’t give a shit about your own well-being anymore. He cursed under his breath. God help you if you were stupid enough to pull a stunt like that. Yet he knew, Negan knew from the first second your eyes met his that he was going to keep you with him till the day he died. After three years and fifteen failed escape attempts, Negan had come to the conclusion that he had to do everything in his power to make you want to stay.

Despite the show and the accusations he had made, alternately burning and bashing some person or another, everytime you fucked up, Negan went easy on you. The second he’d laid eyes on you, he’d chucked his personal rule book out the fucking window. He was afraid that this made him look soft and that burned his pride like nothing else could.

However, women with your body type had always been his preference and God knew, a figure like yours was a rare find these days. He wanted to fuck you, he wanted to fuck you so damn badly. Charming women had always come easy to him, but you weren’t easily charmed. He found himself smiling a little at the memory of your first meeting.

Long hair pulled back into a braid, a lovely face, enough cleavage showing to catch his eye. Your faded jeans had holes in the thighs and your face was flushed from your attempt to out run The Saviors.

You looked so darn pretty kneeling before him. You’d had the audacity to meet his gaze. It pissed him off and turned him on in equal measure. Your eyes captivated him. They were burning with resentment, but no tears. You didn’t cry, didn’t beg, and didn’t flinch at the sight of Lucille. Not even after he’d dirtied her up a bit. Near the end of his speech , some traitorous switch inside him had flipped.

“Darlin’, You have got a look in your eyes that says you haven’t been fucked right in years.”He drawled smiling his slick easy smile.”Why don’t you come on home with me, I’ll show you how good it can be with a real man.”

“You expect me to believe that a bean pole like you can handle curves like mine? Honey, I would eat you alive.”

He laughed low and long.The genuine mirth startled everyone,but you.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.I just want to love you right.”

“Well, I am sorry, Mister Real Man, but your pick up lines are bad jokes at best and that mouth of yours...” You shook your head in disapproval. “So dirty.”

You were meant to be his. No doubt about it.

“Mmm, there are plenty of good things i can do with this dirty mouth and you are curious to find out, I can tell.”

Negan’s big strong hand fisted into the collar of your jacket pulling you toward him. You stumbled quickly onto your feet to keep from being dragged. Before you could catch your balance, his lips were on yours.

Unlike Negan’s bat and savior show the heated kiss he gave you impressed you. He was warm and firm and God he smelled good. He nipped at your lower lip and turned back to what was left of your group.

“We are gonna do just fine, Darlin. As for the rest of you sorry shits, i want you to bring me my stuff and then go out and get me something nice.”

His dark brown eyes gleamed down at you. “We’ll consider it a wedding present.”

Your exclamation was drowned out by the saviors’ hearty laughter as you were picked up and carried to his truck.

From the moment Negan made you a wife, you vowed that you would get away from him even if you died trying. After three years and fifteen failed escape attempts, you had come to the conclusion that making him unhappy was the only way out of the wives club.

You rummaged through the crates and found quite a few empty glass bottles. They would do. You put them all in the same crate and carried it with you as you counted your steps. You waited until you were at least two yards away to throw the first one.

Thunk

What in the hell? He frowned wading into the tall weeds and grass.

“Well i’ll be damned.” You murmurred to yourself as you bent to pick up another bottle.

You glared at the mercury, closed your fist around the neck of the bottle, and swung. It grazed the roof, but landed on the other side of the car.

“Have you lost your freaking mind?”

Your shoulders tensed at the familiar smooth baritone of your husband’s voice. You stood there clenching your teeth, frustrated with the intrusion.

You schooled your features for the man in charge and turned to face him.

“Hey there, Sugar. What are you doin’ out here?”

Negan came to stand before you, but

he didn’t ask the questions you had expected him to ask. Perhaps, Where in the hell did you get shoes? Or How in the hell did you manage to escape a locked room with a savior standing watch? Maybe. Instead, Negan swallowed his anger and made himself the very picture of patience.

“I could ask you the same question, Sweetheart.” He replied.

You stared at him, curiosity battling the wrath within you.

“Well?” Negan prompted after a minute or two of your silence.

Your thoughts raced What the fuck?! Why was he being nice?! He should be letting you have it right now! He should be cussing up a storm! He should -

“Just... keepin’ busy.”

“In the junkyard? Playing with glass? That’s a hell of a thing for a Queen to do.” He murmured, trying to reign in his rage.”You could have hurt yourself.”

You were disgusted by how genuinely concerned he sounded. For weeks now, you had been working on him, from picking fights, to ruining belongings, to giving him the cold shoulder. Until finally you’d been able to break out again. You wanted him good and mad and he was not cooperating.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Actually, I haven’t been here long.I walked the whole Sanctuary first then ended up here.”You shrugged and made to pick up another bottle.”not much to do. Anyway, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Who do you think you are?”

Oh thank God.

You should have known his anger couldn’t stay contained for long.

“Excuse me?” You snapped, knowingly pressing one of his many buttons.

“I said,” he growled pulling you toward him by the front of the collared flannel shirt, “Just who, in the fuck, do you think you are?” His dark eyes glowered down at you.

“Y/F/N Fucking Y/L/N.” You declared fiercely and kicked him.

The shock on his face quickly escalated to fury. Familiar though the expression was, Negan had never turned it on you.

Adrenaline spurred you into action. You yanked out of his grasp and tore through the field.You didn’t dare look behind you as you pushed yourself to run. All too soon, You reached the chainlink fence. Your gaze strayed up to the newly replaced rings of wire on top. The sight made the scars on your thighs ache with remembered pain.Your weight had pushed those sharp blades so deep into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.You never knew anything could hurt so much. Oh but who had you been kidding. With that dumb ass plan you hadn’t had a snowball’s chance in hell.

“That is enough!” Negan growled, “Don’t you think you pushed your luck enough for one day?” He wrapped his arm around your middle and heaved you backwards. You elbowed him in the side.He made a pained noise, but held on tighter. You used your weight to buck away from him, but he held on tightly and took you down onto the damp ground with him. You yelped in surprise and tried to roll off of him, but he held you in place.

“Don’t.Fucking.Move.” He panted, his arms locked around your tummy. You lay there, catching your breath, feeling Negan’s chest raise and fall as he did the same.

When your breath came more easily, you rolled onto your side away from him.

“Don’t you dare run.” He warned, sitting up, behind you. “We are going to sit here until we both calm down. Then we are gonna get up and I am going to take you back to where you belong. End of discussion. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

He let out an unmistakable sigh of relief.

You burst into tears.

He grasped your hand gently, and interlocked your fingers with his.

The frustration you had been feeling since he brought you here never went away. The days and months that passed didn’t make it easier to adjust, they only served to mock you. Time melted into a meaningless forever. You spent your days alone. When he cam back at night to sleep beside you. You wished you could spend your nights alone too. Every breath he took irritated you and those emotions had reached a height of intensity that overwhelmed you. There was nothing you could say that would make him understand. Even if Negan was capable and willing to listen. You made a sound of derision at the thought.

Neither one of you spoke as you rose from the grass. Still holding onto your hand, He led you out of the field and back onto the gravel.

Now where in the hell did you get those old boots?”

“I stole them.” You decided you liked the crunchy sound they made against the gravel.

“Why?”

You laughed dryly.

“So that i wouldn’t burn my feet.”

“That’s not what i’m asking.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

He put on an earnest expression as if to encourage you to explain.

“You go wherever you want.You interact with people all day. I am caged up in that stupid freaking dollhouse you call a home and i am always always alone.”

“Y/n, i have been coming to see you nearly every night since you got here. You don’t speak to me unless i ask you a direct question and even then you give me the shortest possible answer.” He watched your face carefully as he spoke. What he was looking for, you didn’t know.

“And just what would you like to talk about? I don’t do anything or see anyone all day and you don’t tell me anything about what you do or who you see. From what you have told me, we don’t have anything in common.”

“Because you’ve tried so hard to get to know me?” He scoffed. “You are so good at pretending i don’t exist that sometimes i wonder if i am a fucking ghost.” He shook his head. “Don’t you remember how it was when you got here? I tried, to let you have a little freedom. You had all day to make friends with the other girls. But you decided to abuse that freedom time and time again. You left me no choice, but to punish you.” He grimaced in distaste.

“I hate it here.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m not being dramatic. I mean, i spent a good part of the day around here and it’s almost as depressing as being locked in that room all day.”

“Oh? Well i am sorry, that I didn’t get you a nice big colonial on the best side of town, Princess! I guess I just didn’t realize, that a wrap around porch and a garden were more important to our damn survival than, heat, water, and electricity. Jesus y/n” There was a hint of defensiveness cutting through his sarcasm.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

He raised one dark eyebrow, his lips parting with the intent to say something biting. You beat him to it.

“Sincerely, Fuck You. You would rather make fun than listen to what i am trying to tell you. That is why i would rather ignore you than get to know you.”

His expression sobered as a man you didn’t recognize at first came toward you.

“We’re about finished unloading, boss.”

Negan stared at you, hard. You looked at the gravel.

“Boss?”

“Simon, I need you to take this,” He put his hand on your shoulder, “back to my room. I doubt if Fat Joey even realized she’s missing.”

“I’ll deal with him.” Simon promised, cocking an eyebrow at your disheveled state.

Negan gave you a gentle push in his direction. You watched as he walked away without so much as glancing back at you. The swagger in his step was getting on your last nerve.

“The way you look at him is downright pervy.”

You raised your eyebrows at this observation. “What?”

“You want him.” Simon said simply.

Your sharp intake of breath made Simon smile.

You made it as far as the main building’s stairway before He spoke again.

“Take ‘em off.” He ordered.

“Wha-“

“Take the fucking shoes off.”

You did as you were bid, then followed him up the stairs and down the long corridor.

“You’re wrong, you know? I don’t want him.”

“Mhmm” He didn’t believe you.

You sighed.

Simon led you through what felt like a maze until you saw a door you recognized.

The wives would be staring daggers at you when they find out how pissed he was. You felt warm embarrassment coloring your cheeks, but held your head high just the same.

Simon pulled the door opened and there was a collective gasp.

“Hello Ladies, long time no see.” He called semi-cordially and continued on to the bedroom’s double doors currently flanked by the guard you had eluded.

“Care to explain this to me?” He asked putting you front and center.

“I didn’t...I don’t... know how she got out.”

Simon decked him mercilessly.

The man grabbed at his nose, moaning in pain.

“She gets away from you again, you’re getting promoted to (outer fence?) security. You dig?”

Joey nodded slowly.

Simon took a key out of his pants pocket and unlocked the door.

You expected him to close the door behind you, but he followed you into the room.

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PORTAL 2 SENTENCE STARTERS ( part 1 ). change pronouns as necessary.

hello? is anyone in there?

are you going to open the door, at any time?

say ‘apple’. aaa-pple.

you just jumped. what you’re doing there is jumping.

it’s not out of the question that you may have a very minor case of serious brain damage.

if you don’t help me, we’re both going to die. alright?

oh my god. you look terrib— um, good. looking good, actually.

and who’s fault do you think it’s gonna be when management comes down here and finds ten thousand flippin’ vegetables?

god help you.

rest assured that all lethal military androids have been taught to read and provided with one copy of the Laws of Robotics. to share.

this next test is very dangerous.

you have trapped yourself. congratulations.

please return to your primitive tribe and send back someone better-qualified for testing.

hey! oi oi! i’m up here!

i’m ... not dead! i’m not dead! HA!

okay, look. i wasn’t going to mention this to you, but i am in pretty hot water here.

i can’t move, though. that’s the problem now.

on the floor. needing your help. the whole time. all the time, needing your help.

what are you doing, are you just having a little five minutes to yourself? fair enough. you’ve had a rough time.

umm. yeah, i can’t do it if you’re watching.

can’t do it if you’re leering at me. creepy.

oh! oh, don’t leave me behind!

ohh, that was amazing! do it again!

don’t make eye contact, whatever you do...

and she will probably, definitely kill us, if she’s awake.

so, if you’ve got any reservations whatsoever about this plan, now would be the time to voice them.

okay, i’m gonna lay my cards on the table: i don’t wanna do it. i don’t wanna go in there.

what a nasty piece of work she was, honestly. like a proper maniac.

then there was this really long chunk of time where absolutely nothing happened, and now there’s us escaping now. that’s it, you’re up to speed.

quick question: have you been working out?

because there’s no evidence of it.

AH! sorry, i just looked down. don’t recommend it.

what’s the worst that could happen? oh. oh wait, i just thought of something. oh, i just thought of something even worse.

just jump. jump into the abyss.

let there be light.

that’s, uh, god. i was quoting god.

okay! no, don’t worry, don’t worry! this should slow it down, don’t worry, i’ve got this. nope. no, that made it go faster. okay.

okay. okay. okay. listen. new plan: act natural. we’ve done nothing wrong.

oh ... it’s you. it’s been a long time. how have you been?

i’ve been really busy being dead. you know. after you murdered me.

we’ve both said a lot of things that you’re going to regret.

i think we can put our differences behind us. for science. you monster.

this will be our only chance to talk.

here, let me get that for you.

you know, if you’d done that to anyone else, they might have devoted their entire existence to exacting revenge.

this place really is a wreck.

but the important thing is you’re back. with me.

sorry about the mess.

i’ve really let the place go since you killed me. thanks for that, by the way.

not bad. i forgot how good you are at this.

here come the test results: you are a horrible person. i’m serious, that’s what it says. a horrible person. we weren’t even testing for that.

if it makes you feel any better, science has now validated your birth mother's decision to abandon you on a doorstep.

i’ll give you credit, i guess you are listening to me.

try to avoid the garbage hurtling towards you.

remember before when i was talking about smelly garbage standing around being useless? that was a metaphor. i was actually talking about you.

you broke it, didn’t you?

you look great, by the way. very healthy.

look at you. sailing through the air majestically. like an eagle. piloting a blimp.

when you die, i'm going to laminate your skeleton and pose you in the lobby. that way future generations can learn from you how not to have your unfortunate bone structure.

—a bloody bird! i know, right? couldn’t believe it either. and then the bird—

okay, look, the point is— i’m going to break us out of here! soon, i promise!

let’s just say he won’t be ... well, living any more.

that jumpsuit you’re wearing looks stupid. that’s not me talking, it’s right here in your file.

well, you know the old formula: comedy equals tragedy plus time.

i thought about our dilemma, and i came up with a solution that i honestly think works out best for one of both of us.

federal regulations require me to warn you that this next test chamber... is looking pretty good.

you just have to look at things objectively, see what you don't need anymore, and trim out the fat.

what’s going on? who turned out the lights?

okay, to recap: we are escaping. that’s what happening now, we’re escaping. so just keep running, you’re doing great.

how stupid does she think we are?

we have to get you out of there!

she’s bringing the whole place down! hurry!

follow me, we’ve still got work to do.

okay. alright. so, i’ve got an idea, but it is bloody dangerous.

ooh. it’s dark down here, isn’t it?

okay, this looks dangerous. i’ll hold the light steady.

are you alive down there?

done! hacked!

i, uh... don't have any bullets. are you gonna give me any bullets?

uhhhh... blam! blam blam blam! i'm not defective!

oh! i’ve just had one idea, which is that i could pretend to her that i’ve captured you, and give you over and she’ll kill you, but i could go on ... living. so, what’s your view on that?

oh, thank god! you saved my bacon, pal. where we going? is this a jailbreak?

okay, i’m about to start hacking. it’s a little more complicated than it looks from your side. it should take about ten minutes, so keep one eye on the door.

bring your daughter to work day. that did not end well.

the whole place is probably overrun with potatoes at this point.

don't worry, i'm absolutely guaranteeing you 100% that it's this way ... oh it's not this way.

hold on now, i might not have thought this next part completely through.

that’s funny. i don’t feel corrupt. in fact, i feel pretty good.

have i ever told you the qualities i love most in you? in order: number one: resolving things, love the ways you resolve things. particularly disputes. number one, tied: button-pushing. two things I love about you: button pushing and the ability to resolve things. chiefly disputes. now push that button.

i hate you so much.

don’t do it. don’t you dare.

i just added that to the list. it's a list i made of all the things you've done. well, it's a list that i AM making, because you're still doing things right now, even though i'm telling you to stop. stop, by the way.

get your hands off me! stop! no!

what, what if this hurts? what if this really hurts? oh, no, i didn’t think of that.

you didn’t do anything. she did all the work.

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