and every last goddamn thing about what a dad he is

off limits | 01 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin, just dirty, dirty sex that my heart can’t take
words: 11,158
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
note. the first of my requests!

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Long Angsty Sterek Fics

All at least 20k words long (by request)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Don’t Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

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geniewithwifi  asked:

Fuck BRE. I'm still fried from Olicity overload. Instead of tidbits all season we've been overdosed with it all IN ONE EP!! #deathtoolicityfandom >>---> I do have a question tho, and it's about that last scene. Felicity said she understood why Oliver lied about William, and I know it has to do with Helix, but how does she understand? Felicity didn't lie to Oliver. She trusted him. he doesn't trust her not with Helix and not with William. So still not comprehending that last scene totally

the olicity was so real, girl, so real and intense and amazing wow

(Before I even attempt to answer this, I have to link to this post and this post by @cogentranting that absolutely nailed my exact thoughts on what happened.)

This is such a layered question only because it’s a layered issue, one that’s been churning and boiling for years now. It’s something that was set in motion way before Olicity even got together, one that is reflected in both Oliver and Felicity as stand-alone characters.

When Felicity said she understood, it wasn’t about the actual decision that Oliver made. What she understood better after last night was Oliver himself.

(src)

She does know now, or at the very least she’s starting to, and it is just that understanding that let her see things oh so differently, that let her look back and see things from how Oliver’s POV. It has finally given her a level of understanding that she never, ever had before. 

(src)

(god his face, look at him, he’s so vulnerable, but he’s also so cleansed)

It isn’t as simple as trust by itself, that was what last night was about. The problem (and the one that got them to the point where Oliver didn’t tell Felicity about William) is that Oliver doesn’t trust himself, and that was the driving force behind so, so, so many of his past actions.

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Sons of Lawrence

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, 
Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: 2,219
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.

Originally posted by troohhippi

Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence.  Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.

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basketball player!jungkook

author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
  • you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
  • his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
  • they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
  • however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
  • to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
  • by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
  • the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
  • however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
  • and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
  • of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
  • for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
  •  anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
  • he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
  • he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
  • so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
  • remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
  • well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
  • it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
  • you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
  • on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
  • anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
  • but guess what?
  • the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
  • your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
  • you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
  • but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
  • that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
  • this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
  • so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
  • he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
  • reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
  • he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
  • prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
  • and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
  • he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
  • coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
  • the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
  • this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
  • you: “wait what”
  • he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
  • you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
  • you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
  • so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
  • little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
  • anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
  • and he’s like “oh yah!”
  • and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
  • and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
  • the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
  • out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
  • ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
  • anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
  • and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
  • so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
  • meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
  • and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
  • and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
  • and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
  • and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
  • and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
  • and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
  • and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
  • dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
  • you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
  • his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
  • well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
  • to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
  • it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
  • bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
  • even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
  • because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
  • you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
  • the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
  • and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
  • on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
  • other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
  • you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
  • to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class
talk about you (like you put the stars in the sky)

(written for @ransomweek and also @hoenursey bc i promised i would)

“We’re gonna die,” Nursey says, clinging to Ransom’s hand as they make their way up the trail. “Babe. We’re literally gonna die.”

Ransom laughs. “We’re not gonna die, Derek.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Nursey’s making a face at his back. “You only call me Derek when we’re in bed or you’ve convinced me to do something terrible.”

“That is–” Ransom thinks about it. “Huh. Goddamn, bro, you’re right.”

There’s a sudden scramble and a yelp, and Nursey’s grip on Ransom’s hand jerks. Random turns in time to catch him by the elbow as he slips. “I told you,” Nursey whines, letting Ransom help him back up. “We’re gonna die. What the fuck made you think hiking at night was a good idea?”

Random grins, leaning forward. There’s enough moonlight trickling through the trees for him to find Nursey’s nose, and he plants a kiss on it. “The fact that I’ve done this with my dad and sisters since I was a kid,” he says, “and I wanted to show my city boyfriend the view.”

“It’s dark,” Nursey protests, letting Ransom start tugging him gently up the trail again. “How’re we supposed to see anything?”

“Baby, you know what night vision is. Now you’re whining just to whine.”

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St. Francis Orphanage - Little Details

hello it’s time to cry about nate being a sad orphan child

Nate and Elena’s First House || Adventure Family House Part One || Adventure Family House Part Two


and here we see the exact moment Nathan Drake developed a problem with authority figures

Sister Catherine victim blaming our titular hero. how rude 

(seriously though… some kid stole his books and told him his father hated him + his mom was in hell because she killed herself. I would beat the shit out of timmy too, Debra)

nate was drawing like da vinci right out the womb. the other kids got nothing on him

you’ll visit like every one of those continents one day bb dont worry

sister catherine is right. if you had left ur books in here with jesus, no one would have touched them

(also - Adventure Life magazine! your kid is gonna be on that one day my dude)

pirate comic books ;_;

it’s the 16th of January I think? There would be a shitload of snow in Boston though, wouldn’t there? (Sam also mentions the motorcycle and their mom’s stuff was a surprise that “couldn’t wait till Christmas”, which is like an entire year away if it’s January, so who tf knows what the actual date is).

If it is January though, the year that Jan 1st was on a Sunday that would make the most sense would be 1989. This makes Nate 13, as he was born in 1976. I got Nate’s birth year from A) the ‘76 on Sam’s lighter, and B) Nate was 30 when he met Elena in 2006 (he’s 34 in uncharted 3 (can’t remember where that’s mentioned tho, oops), and Sully makes a comment about them blowing up his plane 4 years ago), so 2006 - 1976 = 30. 

@im-elated made a cool post about this here already, but I wanted to include this detail in this post too - the orphanage got 3 separate “certificate of excellence” awards, which is meant to do a couple of possible things narratively:

1) Establish a rift between the perceptions of happiness and well-being between the staff running the orphanage and the children living there, as Nate makes it very plain how much he hates being at St. Francis. Or,

2) Establish that Nate’s experiences in the orphanage are an anomaly, and that the other children are generally content with being there. 

The second option might make more sense, given that Sister Catherine says it’s a “waste” that Nate is following in his brother’s footsteps + her mentioning to Father Duffy that he should potentially be moved to another orphanage because of his behaviour. Nate is clearly a misfit among his peers, based on the way the nuns treat him, and the contrast shown between his own space (messy bed, books and craft materials piled everywhere) and the other children’s (neat, toys sparse and put away out of sight).

what do the red circles on the dates mean? Are kids adopted on that day? is that when they go on bible retreats? slightly ominous 

The windows directly outside of Nate’s room. I didn’t take a picture of the windows left of this scene, but they’re similarly barred. Given that this is the only window not barred in the kid’s dormitories, and given how much the nuns seem to dislike Sam + his life choices, I wonder if he ripped the bars off while he was still there or something.

Nate’s report file! You can see the M of his last name hidden behind the very unhappy-looking photo.

What the report says:

I caught a glimpse of Edward waving one of Nathan’s books around, teasing the young boy; Nathan immediately lept on Edward, knocking the larger boy down. I ran over to separate the boys, but not before they both managed to pummel each other.

Other stuff worth noting: they were in the Cafeteria according to the report, so Nate was likely sitting alone, minding his business and reading about more interesting places, when Asshole Child Edward came up and stole his book (and badmouthed Nate’s parents). Poor muffin :(

It’s funny to see that the chapter directly after this one (Infernal Place, in Panama), Nate is in still in some form of captivity, but he is now the bigger kid on the block. He’s carved out a space for himself in a familiar environment (ie any prison or form of state incarceration), even if he has to take a few punches to make that happen. U go boy

ah yes. my favourite childhood games: Democracy, the Game of Strife, and Fruit to Fruit. I see you, naughty dog

Arts and crafts! I’m sure Nate hoards this stuff during play time

I’m very much feeling my age with this old ass box PC. I remember fighting with kids over the lone computer in my grade one room. good times.

alright which one of you fuckers ate the goddamn Z magnet

@im-elated also pointed this out (thank u for inspiring half the content in this post), but this is the Pain Board. “DREAMS” has a typical American Dream family home under it, and if you look closely:

Nate’s name is half-erased and crossed off the Star List (probably by another kid, given how messy the job is). Nate being chronically bullied as a child just feeds more into his issues with self-identity and worth later in life. RIP

More pain. I don’t think Nate has a picture up here though? His drawings are a lot more precise than the other children already, and given that he’s the only kid in his room who hangs up his drawings next to his bed, he probably likes to keep them more private (possibly because he was picked on by jealous assholes who wanted to be as good at drawing as he was, or called him a nerd for drawing historical scenes)

look how instantly just,,, happy nate gets when he’s with his bro. Sam is the only good thing in his life at this point, and he doesn’t even get to see him regularly. 

(also: hairy floof)

It’s difficult to get photos that show the full extent of St. Francis, but this place is huge. This might be a mix of different buildings - church, orphanage, and possibly even a divinity college? It covers a pretty massive area in Boston.

hmm. the front door, aka the last place Nate and Sam saw their father. I wonder if Sam ever tried to find their dad after getting out of the orphanage? 


aaaaand there we go! This chapter is hidden with lots of cool stuff (and pain) that gives a surprising amount of insight into Nate and Sam’s early development and character establishment.

Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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GREY AREA. (M) | 09

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.


“Wanting love from someone who doesn’t want to love you, will destroy your fucking heart.”  - Anonymous

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 4,228
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, 
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When you wake up, it’s to the sound of a familiar vibration that belongs to your phone, and the hum of your fan whirring from beside you.



Small droplets of rain hit your window creating a nice pitter patter sound, and you think that you’ve heard what could only be distinguished as thunder, roar in the distance.



The vibration from your phone goes off another second later, and you have to pull yourself up from your slumber to search for it. You find it by your feet, ignoring the question of how the hell did it get down there? Because you had learned long ago not to question you and your sleeping habits, because according to Taehyung, you slept roughly.



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buesargent  asked:

yeah hi im in love with your andreil kid au!! would you mind writing one where there's a daddy-daughter dance at piper's school and she takes them both?? my heart would melt thanks

hello, my darling! i’ve loved this prompt since the day you sent it to me, so here you have it. i hope you enjoy <3 also on AO3

kid au 

(no need to be read in a specific order!)


“No.”

“But you said you would come!”

“No, I said that I would think about it.”

“Oh, come on! The eidetic memory? Really?”

The argument goes on as Neil leans silently against the doorframe of their kitchen, determined to keep the reigns on the laugh he desperately wants to let loose. He really shouldn’t be laughing. This is, after all, a very serious matter. It isn’t every day that a sixth grader attends her first school dance, especially when parents are encouraged to attend.

Neil watches as the standoff continues. Andrew is on one side of the dining room table, leaning forward with his palms braced on the surface. Piper is exactly opposite him, mirroring his stance to a T. She is becoming more and more exasperated each time Andrew shoots her down, but she’s a tenacious little thing, and she won’t be backing down anytime soon.

“Look, your dad is already going. You don’t need both of us there.”

Neil actually feels bad for both of them. Andrew isn’t entirely comfortable being around so many strangers, and Neil doesn’t blame him. They rarely attend Piper’s school functions together, mainly because their combined Exy careers attract too much attention. You can’t exactly tell your daughter’s science teacher to fuck off when they start asking too many questions.

“But…you…UGH!” Piper pushes away from the table and brushes past Neil in a blur on her way out. He turns to watch her as she storms down the hall and slams her door shut. Such a flare for the dramatic. Who could she have possibly learned that from.

Neil turns his attention back to Andrew. He is still in the same position, but now his head is tilted back, his eyes cast to the ceiling.

“Nicely done. Bravo, really. That was excellent,” Neil taunts him, a smile making its way onto his face. It may not look like it to anyone else, but Neil can tell that Andrew is caving. If there is anything in this world that Neil knows with enough certainly to bet his life on, it’s Andrew Minyard.

Andrew rolls his head to the side to make sure Neil receives the full effect of his scowl. “Fuck you.”

Neil does nothing to stop the grin from taking over his face as he begins making his way across the room.

“You know,” he says, extending a hand to Andrew and waiting for him to take it, “I could make it worth your while.”

“Doubt it,” Andrew says. He glares at Neil’s hand as if by doing so, he could make it catch fire. But eventually he gives up and snatches it into his.

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To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!


A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)

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Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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I Remember You

Part Two - Final

Summary: You run into someone you knew before the apocalypse and that someone happens to be, Negan.

Pairing: Negan x Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 6,108 Words

Type: Multi-part series, 2/2

Warnings: Swearing, awful flirting, large age gap (legal age gap, y’all), drinking, smutty smut smut, general Negan stuff.

Rating: NSFW

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

After Simon escorted you away you were handed off to another guy named, Chris. He was handsome to say the least, his curly brunette locks tied messily in a ponytail behind his head. Strands of his wavy hair fell around his 5 o’clock shadow. He was thinly built with russet, reddish-brown skin that perfectly accompanied his hazel-green eyes.

You’d asked if you could be untied, but didn’t receive an answer. Chris wasn’t very fond of talking as you had discovered while trying to make pleasant conversation only to be brutally shut down by the booming silence. He had shown you to a room, that looked to be that of a bedroom. It was small but could probably fit two beds if needed.

As he had pushed your body to sit on the bed, you turned to him. Your chests where basically touching each other as he looked down at you with questioning eyes.

“I’m not sitting down unless you ask me, with your words.” You sarcastically say with a smile.

He opens his mouth slightly like he’s ready to say something, that is until the door to the room rudely opens. You both turn your heads to look at the intruder only to see the leather cladded bad guy, Negan. The position you were in was slightly compromising, your bodies closely touching and faces only inches from each other.

Negan frowns, “Chris, if you even try a goddamn thing on her I’ll rip your tongue out.” He hisses.

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Pantry

Happy Birthday to the absolutely incredible @alullabytoleaveby​.  I am late, but it’s not less filled with love for that.  For your birthday I give you, two dorks in love being domestic as hell.

ao3

Cas reads the cereal boxes.  The backs of them.  The long, indecipherable lists of the ingredients, and the percent daily calcium intake, and the weird little blurbs on the front with weird cartoon characters; Cas reads them all.  He reads them all painstakingly.   Dean knows this because he has been standing in the cereal aisle, watching Cas read the cereal boxes painstakingly for, he looks down and consults his watch, thirteen minutes and forty-three seconds.  It was cute for two minutes.  Cas had that little furrow between his brows and he was squinting as he read.  There was something just fucking…fucking endearing as shit about Cas giving that much attention to fucking breakfast food.  But Christ, it’s been fucking, Dean looks at his watch again, fourteen and a half minutes, and how long can the guy keep critiquing Tony the goddamn Tiger.  

“Casssssss,” Dean whines, “just pick one already, c’mon.”

Almost in slow motion, Cas lifts his head, looks at Dean, and raises one perfect eyebrow as if to say, “excuse you, foolish mortal.”

Dean blinks, for a moment struck dumb by Cas’ cocked eyebrow and challenging expression, before collecting his thoughts and forcing out an eye roll.

“We’ve been here for fifteen minutes,” he points out, “just grab a box and let’s go.  We don’t have all day.”

Cas’ eye brow ticks a centimeter higher because, no, actually, Dean, we do have all day. He’s gracious enough to not point that out.  Instead, he spreads his arms, Frosted Mini Wheats in one hand, Cocoa Pebbles in the other.  He looks vaguely lordly, loose fitting grey sweater, dark washed jeans, five o’clock shadow, and all.

“Dean,” he begins, “You may not have noticed, but we are standing in an aisle devoted to nothing but cereals—”

Oh shit, Dean thinks, here we go. 

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Nothing But My Way

Inspired by @spiritusignis ‘s headcanon about certain events after Jack and Bitty come out. I hope I did your HCs justice.

 It had been a few months (okay, four months and three weeks, but who was counting?) since Jack and Bittle came out to the NHL, and honestly, Jack couldn’t complain. He got to have his boyfriend on his arm at media events, he wasn’t worried about being outed every time he and Bittle grabbed coffee, and most importantly, nothing catastrophic had happened. He was allowed to have this. He could have his A and his team and his boyfriend and his life, all at once, and nobody was going to take it away from him.

Of course, not everyone was as welcoming as the Falcs. Jack didn’t really mind the checks; everyone wanted to get in a hit at Bad Bob’s son, so he’d been getting smacked around in the rink for a decade. He barely noticed an uptick in physical aggression, and Bitty always had the cutest worried face when Jack got back from a rough game. But the verbal shit was something else.

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white knight

Lukas isn’t used to his dad taking pictures of him. He isn’t really used to anyone taking pictures of him but Philip. But his dad is standing alongside Helen and Gabe and all three of them are smiling and Lukas doesn’t feel as stupid in his cap and gown as he thought he would. He’s seen other schools in bright oranges and blues and shit, but they lucked out with black. Philip looks fucking adorable, and Lukas plans on telling him later, when they’re alone, just how goddamn cute he is. But for now he wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him a little closer, and grins for the camera.

“How many more pictures?” Philip asks, through gritted teeth.

“As many as we want,” Helen says, snapping a couple more.

“You took about a hundred before the ceremony,” Lukas says, raising his eyebrows at his dad. People are still streaming out of the auditorium and Lukas sees a bunch of other kids having to deal with the same crap they’re dealing with right now.

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Oh Shit it's P5 headcanon time

Lets get this fucking show on the road alright wooo (Only the first 4 party members bc i only really have in depth headcanons for them. and i haven’t gotten much further past the second palace)

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One Dark. One Light. - Jughead Jones x Reader

Okay so imagine the show with a few twists. This is before and kind of just after Veronica arrived also, Jughead does get on a bus that night.

A little angsty and a little crappy - warning slight swearing 

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Originally posted by farous

Jughead and (y/n). The two weirdos of the English class. One dark, one light, both mysterious. There was rarely one without the other. You knew most things about Jughead and he know most things about you. One thing you would never tell him was that you were suffering, bad. You hated school, you hated all the people except Jughead and they all hated you. But Jughead had his own problems, he didn’t need to worry about you. 

Once again you were going through your locker when the goddamn cheerleaders decided to poke and prod at you about your ‘pathetic’ bitchy life with 'Donnie Darko’ when you snapped turning quickly and screaming, 

“Do you want to back the hell away from me? You call me a fucking bitch, with no self respect for being friends with an amazing person. You hypocritical sluts!” Cheryl went to slap you but someone’s hand stopped it, 

“Back off, Cheryl.” Jughead warned, grabbing you hand and puling you away. 

“What the hell was that, (y/n)?” he asked, pulling you into the empty common room and closing the door. “How long have they been like that to you?”

“Since grade school? It’s not just them its everyone. It’s nothing.”

“What do you mean its everyone?” You sighed as you finally had to tell him, 

“Before you, I was the 'Wednesday Addams’. I was the geek freak with no friends.”

“What, why?” the longer you drew it out the more frustrated he became,

“Do you think I wanted to be hated?” you asked, “I have tried my damn hardest to be liked my whole life - to fit in and live up to peoples expectations but no, no matter what I did people would be mean, so, so mean and then once I tried to stick up for myself, I became the bitch of the school - over Cheryl Blossom. I’m a lot darker than you think I am, Jughead.” You sighed and sat down heavily, fiddling with your hands, “I would be called the most horrible names and people would do the most horrible things but I would have to hold my head up high and carry on. I wasn’t allowed to be upset and all because of my new found 'reputation’. I wasn’t allowed to be affected but people would be allowed to treat me however they wanted, but couldn’t take the things they said to me themselves if I stood up for myself.” You started crying angrily, your cheeks going hot. Jughead remained sitting, taking his beanie off for a moment and running his hand through his hair listening,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this. We’ve known each other for years. This has been happening all this time, and you didn’t tell me?”

 "You think you were the only sad, hard-shelled outcast? Think again, Jughead" you had stopped your angry tears now but you were still seething, “I hate my life, Jughead. I want nothing more than to leave here and never see these people again - begin again and forget everything.”

“Forget me?” he asked, speaking quietly, 

“I have tried so hard to be happy here Jug, but I can’t.” You paused for a moment debating whether to tell him, “My parents have found good jobs in Washington, and an affordable house. They have started looking at schools and I think I am going to like it there." 

"No, (y/n), you’re not leaving - you can’t!" 

"I have to Jug. I want to, besides my parents don’t think Riverdale is safe anymore. They want a change and I think it will be good for us. A new start for all of us." 

"But Washington DC, (y/n)! That’s across the country!” He had stood up and was shouting, pacing the room, “I will never see you again,” He said getting quieter, “but you don’t care about that, do you?” he commented, pointed at you accusingly, “you don’t care about anyone other than yourself.” your face remained stoic, you were so used to the abuse, to being accused, you had no reaction to it. Your sensitivity had been bullied out of you, 

“No apparently not,” You said flatly, "but again, that’s my fault.” You stood, taking your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, “Goodbye, Jughead.” With that you left, allowing him to watch you walk away. 

That was the last time he spoke to you. He saw you around school and in English class but you never visited Pop’s again, he still kept your spot open just incase you happened to show. 

When you stopped coming to school he didn’t think it was true. When your place next to him in English class was filled by a new girl, he didn’t want to believe it. When your spot in Pop’s was taken by this 'Veronica’ new girl, he couldn’t take it. When the others let Veronica sit in your place he stood abruptly and left, ignoring the others questions. 

Jughead couldn’t get over the fact you had left. He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t say that you left without goodbye because you did. It was him that let you go. It was him that finalised your decision to leave. He was the one who, when pent up with anger and frustration as his heart broke, accused you of something that wasn’t your fault and made you leave, but he didn’t want to believe it. 

He still expected an email with the latest draft of whatever you were writing, but nothing came. He waited for a text asking for study help over burgers and a milkshake but nothing came. He waited for your window to open every night for him but a moving van came and some other couple moved in, it was no longer your house, your room, your window. The room where you and him used to write and joke and where, when slightly tipsy one night, you first kissed. Where you slept beside each other, entwined together. It was the safest either of you had ever felt but the two of you never managed to speak of it again because you never came back. 

*Months Later* 

His dad was a murderer. You had been gone for months and his friends had been snooping around in his dads life and his.

Leaning his head against the glass of the telephone booth, he wondered what he would do. His mother didn’t want him, his father was a murderer. There was only one place he could go. 

“I’ve changed my mind about Ohio, when’s your next bus to DC?” he felt a little sick as he asked - this was all he had left to do. 

“Tomorrow at 5am.” She stamped his ticket and he clutched it, this was it. He left as the doors shut behind him.

He had spent hours on that coach, his phone on 10% and no idea where the hell he was in a city that wasn’t his. He had seen your new school on your Facebook and it was about the only thing he had about you now so that’s where he went. Sitting outside with nothing but his rucksack and a dead phone waiting for you to finish. 

4pm and everyone had come out except you, his heart and face dropping as people dispersed and left him alone, again. He turned to leave when he heard it, 

“Jughead?” you shouted, recognising his beanie, “Jughead what the hell?” you screamed running at him and leaping at him hugging him, “You’re in Washington?” 

“Life in Riverdale isn’t for me without you.” he smiled at you, “We need to talk.” you looked concerned as you lead him to a bench and sat with him as he explained everything, 

“I’m sorry, Jughead.” 

“Why are you apologising?”

“I shouldn’t have left like I did,” you looked down upset, “I have regretted it ever since.”

“Which bit did you regret?” 

“Never telling you I loved you.” you both sat in silence looking into each others eyes,

“Me neither.” he murmured and leaned into you kissing your lips again softly, all them memories of your house, your room, climbing though your window came back and he leaned further into you before you pulled away,

“Come with me, to my house. You’ll need somewhere to stay as we figure everything out.” You stood but he remains seated for a moment, his eyes glassy, 

“Thank you, (y/n).” your name on his lips again made you melt at the broken boy you loved as you reached your hand out to him, pulling I’m up and not letting go as you walked towards your bus stop and finally, you had your home back. 

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‘Shameless’ (US) Sentence Starters 

          WARNING: This meme, like the show, is very vulgar and most of it is NSFW mainly due to profanity.

❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ Ain’t you the queen of silver linings! ❜
❛ All teenagers are sex addicts. ❜
❛ Alright shithead, this is like the two hundredth time I’m calling and you not picking up. I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. Call me the fuck back. I’m worried about you. I love you. Call me back. ❜
❛ Alright, you gotta get me out of this car. I’m getting too horned up. ❜
❛ An accident? Where his penis just slipped into your vagina? ❜
❛ Another word and I’ll blow your brains all over the fucking linoleum. ❜
❛ Are you going to leave? ❜
❛ Choose a gender and find someone who wants to fuck. Preferably for free. ❜
❛ Christ, I am tired of being poor. ❜
❛ Circle doesn’t start with ‘s’? What the fuck? ❜
❛ Come here. Get in my forcefield. ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish off an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ Did you purposely order a Sex on the Beach so I’d say it to the gay bartender? ❜
❛ Do whatever the fuck you need to do. I’ve got this. ❜
❛ Does he get that look in his eye when he’s with you? ❜
❛ Does she make you happy or is it just about the sex? ❜
❛ Eat my ass! ❜
❛ Everybody always leaves. ❜
❛ Front door was locked so I came in the back. No pun intended. ❜
❛ Happy is overrated. Grow up. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is ‘fuck you.’ ❜
❛ I did everything for you, but you’re so fucking blind! ❜
❛ I did it all for you. You might even want to say thank you. ❜
❛ I don’t get how you have a kid and not give a shit what happens to it. ❜
❛ I don’t get it. Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ I don’t give a fuck. I’m happy to knock your fucking teeth out. ❜
❛ I don’t go onto Facebook, okay? ‘Cause I don’t give a shit about whose pet just died or who just checked in at the fucking McDonald’s. ❜
❛ I don’t know how much more I can take of that before I stab him/her in the neck with a broken beer bottle. ❜
❛ I don’t love you! ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days… Well, granted, I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I just came here for a fucking beer, alright? ❜
❛ I know that shit, bitch! That’s a cat! ❜
❛ I made a list of the top 50 stupidest things I’ve done and all 50 were when I was drunk. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this, but you were right. ❜
❛ I saw you smile. ❜
❛ I think you deviated my septum! ❜
❛ I thought it might be different this time. ❜
❛ I trust you. That’s bigger to me than ‘I love you.’ ❜
❛ I want you to take that shiv and jam it in his eye. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ I would never leave you. Ever. You gotta know that. After everything we’ve been through, you kind just have to know that. ❜
❛ If you’re gonna talk shit at least do it right. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ It wouldn’t have happened without you. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ It’s never about me and I’m finally making it about me! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ I’m gonna beat your ass like a piñata until candy falls out! ❜
❛ I’m not a tool, so you don’t get to treat me like one. ❜
❛ I’m not homeless, I told you. I have a home, I’m just not welcome there. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, but you deserve better than him/her/them. ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow! ❜
❛ I’m taking care of me for a change, not him/her/them. ❜
❛ I’m the only thing that passes for a responsible adult that you’re gonna find. ❜
❛ Keep laughing or I will slit your throat in your sleep. ❜
❛ Last message, promise. Wherever you are… Bye. ❜
❛ Let’s be honest, he/she is my last chance at happiness and that’s more important than video games and masturbation, right? ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ Look at me, I can’t go to jail! I might as well wear heels. ❜
❛ Men are never right. That’s why women were invented, to think for you assholes. ❜
❛ Name a single time I’ve ever let you down. ❜
❛ Next time, I’m gonna break both of your fucking knee caps, ‘kay? ❜
❛ No one gives a shit who you bang. ❜
❛ No one likes to hear a grown man whine. It’s like the verbal equivalent of a dude wearing UGGs. ❜
❛ No one’s ever been as good to me as you have. ❜
❛ No, no, no, no, no, no. The bat is for killing, not for taking to school. ❜
❛ Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fuckin’ feel every minute. ❜
❛ Not to be a dick or anything, but you have been kind of a whore. ❜
❛ Oh shit, I’m sorry. You know I would’ve never said that to your face. ❜
❛ Oh, don’t mind me. I accidentally took three of my pills instead of one. ❜
❛ One of my unspoken rules is you don’t fuck somebody else when we’re on a date. ❜
❛ People fuck up. That’s life. ❜
❛ People like us, we can be happy. ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ Really? That’s all you’re gonna say? ❜
❛ See that? They’re digging your grave. And you wanna be gone before they get that to six feet. ❜
❛ Seriously, I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just genetic. ❜
❛ Should I apologize or leave? …I’m gonna leave. ❜
❛ Show of hands, how many of you, at one point or another, wanted to see me dead? ❜
❛ Some girls are just jerks. ❜
❛ Stop acting like the world is out to get you when it’s so clearly dropping gifts at your feet. ❜
❛ Stuff just happens sometimes. ❜
❛ The best part of making a baby is that you get to have sex while doing it. ❜
❛ The first rule you hide in this house: You hide the goddamn money! ❜
❛ The only way to make money when you’re poor is to steal it or scam it. ❜
❛ We both know my only options are getting pregnant or getting arrested. ❜
❛ Well, he may look like he’s in a boy band, but he’s got a point. ❜
❛ Well, if you need me I’ll be across the street in the bushes, stalking you. ❜
❛ What are you hoping, I tell you not to go? ❜
❛ What the fuck are you looking at? ❜
❛ What you and I have makes me free. Not what these assholes know. ❜
❛ Whatever. Liking what I like don’t make me a bitch. ❜
❛ When she/he/they say ‘fuck you’ it means ‘I love you.’ ❜
❛ When you focus on other people’s problems, it’s a lot easier to ignore your own. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ Will you? Wait? Fucking lie to me if you have to. ❜
❛ Yeah, it gives me more time to buy drugs and fence stolen goods. ❜
❛ You can’t own a motto! ❜
❛ You could do things with your tongue that would make a rattlesnake blush. ❜
❛ You deserve to get out, even if you don’t take me with you. ❜
❛ You did okay. You tried. It’s a lot more than most people would do. ❜
❛ You don’t love me. ❜
❛ You have made me happy. I’ve never been very happy. ❜
❛ You have to let me go. You have to let me let you go. I need you to do that for me. ❜
❛ You know that jagermeister really makes you chatty, right? ❜
❛ You know what? Nothing’s ever your problem. Make it your problem! ❜
❛ You know where I live if you have a problem. ❜
❛ You know, having a Russian sex worker isn’t ideal for child care. ❜
❛ You say that again and I’ll rip your tongue out of your head. ❜
❛ You take care of everyone, but no one takes care of you. ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day? Vodka’s best. Believe me.  ❜
❛ Your coochie smells like brimstone and Sulfur. ❜
❛ You’re a loud, mean, vicious bitch. ❜
❛ You’re better than anyone I’ve ever met and you deserve to get out. ❜
❛ You’re kind of growing on me. ❜
❛ You’re not lost. You don’t need finding. ❜
❛ You’re nothing like anyone I’ve ever met. You make me want to enjoy my life again. ❜
❛ ______ doesn’t have any friends. Only people he/she/they haven’t pissed off yet. ❜

The Bet

Prompt: Hey! I just finished reading outlaws of love (and, as a bi person myself, may I say I loved every second I spent reading it). If it’s not too much to ask, could you maybe do a negan X daughter!reader where they just spend some cute, quality time together and he’s super protective over her, and she comes out to him as bi and he it really accepting of it. Thanks love x – Requested by @supernatural-everyday

Pairing: Dad!Negan x Daughter!Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 3,857

Type: One shot

Warnings: None that I know of

Rating: PG

Notes: Yo’ so I kinda got real carried away with this, sorry! I hope it’s what you were looking for xx Also yay my first request is done :D

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

 “Be safe. Stay inside the fuckin’ gates. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow.” The grumpy voice of your father says, as he stands in your doorway.

“Back before my Birthday?” You mumble. “And I know the rules, Dad.” You add, not looking up from the book in your lap as you sit cross legged on your bed.

“Yes Princess, before your birthday. And I know you know the rules, which is why I’m fuckin’ confused as to the reason you disobey them all the goddamn damn time.”

You roll your eyes and lift your head up, looking at your father in all his heroic glory. Leather jacket on and baseball bat in hand, you still wonder why he named the inanimate object after your mother.

“Because they’re stupid as shit.” You sarcastically smile back at him.

“Don’t swear.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a couple headcannons on how life with eight kids goes? :)

I accidentally deleted this when I was done and then had to redo it (:

UT!Sans: It’s almost too much for him. He never gets any alone time, and that kind of bothers him since he gets exhausted a lot. But he really loves his kids. And every time one of them runs up to him saying ‘’Dad! Dad! look what I made you!’’ He feels his soul swell with pride and joy. He’s good at raising them, and he has a lot of patience so he almost never snaps at them. He’ll raise them to become full of mischief though. And they’re always pulling pranks on each other, and you and Sans. He’s just as proud every time they get him good.

-PTA SANS. Omg he is sassing the living daylight out of anyone who dares go against you or him. They are never ready for his passive aggressive humor and retorts. They think that they can prepare, but he ge gets them every time.

-He’s very happy that their birthdays are on the same day. Because he could never remember eight separate birthdays. He does come up with great gifts for them though.

UT!Papyrus: This pure force of energy is no match for eight kids. He has never known exhaustion like this one. Waking up more than five times a night to feed eight hungry babies. Who also wake each other up with their crying is almost too much for him. Almost. And just when he thinks he’s handling the first few months perfectly. They start to crawl and run around too. He realizes that the first few months were just a test run. Nevertheless, he is truly a great father. Paying attention to all of his children. And always encouraging them to do and be their very best. He is constantly validating them and reminding them of how great they are.

-Their birthday is the biggest party ever. Because he wants them all to feel special and unique. Prom night is also a hell of a deal for him. Because he feels like he has to organize it all by himself. He’s helping them pick out dresses and suits and he’s exhausted, but oh so proud, He might even shed a tear as he sees how much his babies has grown.

UF!Sans: And he thought one kid would be hard. He swears, his kids doesn’t know how to chill. Which is weird considering they’re related to him. If it weren’t for the monster human thing, he’d doubt that they were even his. (They are literally crawling on the walls half of the time, he’s thought about calling and exorcist) But their snarky attitude makes up for it. They still behave, but he isn’t the best at raising kids. And if one of them hears him swear, they teach it to their siblings. And soon you’ll have eight one year olds all saying ‘’shit’’ and ‘’fuck’’ whenever someone speaks to them. You’re going to have to deal with teaching them some manners. And maybe get Red in on the lessons while you’re at it.

-But oh my god does he love them. Every single one of them. And any boy or girl who dares break one of their hearts are going to have to deal with him after. (Some advice to them would be run)

-He’s the kind of parent who tries to show interest in their interests, but he really doesn’t get what kids are into these days. Still, he’ll sit through their long rants about youtubers or actors. And he’ll grumpily get them tickets to their ‘’favorite band in the whole world omg dad you have to let me go see them!!’’

UF!Papyrus: HE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS READY. But nothing could prepare him for the horror that is eight children. His sleep schedule is so messed up now. And he has never know exhaustion of this sort before. He insists on helping you raise them, even though his job keeps him away most of the time. If you really don’t want to stay away from your job for longer than you have to, he agrees to take a break from his. Until they are old enough to go to daycare. Small advice, don’t let him do that. He’s a responsible adult but with his sleeping schedule so messed up, there really isn’t anything that says he wont forget that it’s eight and not nine children. And then he’ll go on a hunt for the last one before panicking because he lost one of his children oh my god what will he do now.

-It’s better if you take care of them during the days, and leave the nights to him. He wakes up quickly and always hushes them before they wake their siblings. If you wake up and try to find him during these nights, you’ll find him standing in the nursery with at least two of the kids in his arms. Talking in a quiet voice while rocking them gently.  

-He is such a mother hen. They can’t do this and they can’t do that. He wont let anything harm his little heirs. But for a guy who’s so protective, he tries to start training them as soon as they can stand. Please stop him.

US!Sans: He tries to raise them to be polite and nice children. But there are freaking eight of them and how is he supposed to do this? He’s really trying his best to be there for all of them. And if he misses even one’s first step he’s heartbroken. Until they waddle over to them. Then he feels better again.

-The nights are horrible though. Because he needs his sleeping schedule. Without it he can’t function. And you’re both equally tired for the next year. He tries to take the night feedings, and to rock them back to sleep every time on wakes up. But he is way too tired for that. You’ll find him sleeping in the chair in the nursery. Kids in his arms. Sure he got them  to sleep again, but at what cost?

-He wants them all to try out new and fun activities. And if they’re not as social as he is, they might argue a lot. He wants them to try new things, and he wont understand why they wont listen to him. It’s not going to harm them if they go to one dance practice or one soccer game. You’ll have to talk to him about that. If you don’t they’ll just get a lot of unsaid things building up between them. He just wants them to be happy and have something to bond over.

-He will respect any interest or hobby though. They’re not into sports? That’s fine. If they want to practice drawing instead, he’ll happily support them! Anything that makes them happy.

US!Papyrus: The early years went by in a blurr. And he honestly doesn’t remember them all that much. His anxiety made him nervous all the time. And usually he felt like a spring ready to go off. It got better the older they got. Still, with eight goddamned kids you don’t get much rest.

-But he’s the kind of dad who takes one or two of them to McDonalds at 3 am if they happen to be awake at the same time he is. He still has a fling of insomnia. Which he is a little scared might have carried over to them. But he goes on these late night adventures with them a lot. It’s great bonding sessions. Going to a 24/7 Walmart and wandering around. Or maybe taking a drive out to the pier if there is one close by.

-He’s also the kind of dad who lets them try alcohol at home. He figures it’s safer for them to do it while he’s around than out at some party. People could take advantage of them, and he’d rather he knew what they were doing and how much they were drinking. It’s not like he’ll actively get them drunk. But if they want to try some liquor he gives them a little.

-When they first started asking he just bought alcohol free liquor and gave them that. They still do not know that they weren’t actually drunk. But he found it hilarious.

The only thing he really doesn’t want them to try is drugs and smoking. He quit getting high for good when you were pregnant with them. And he stopped smoking for a few years. He took it up again when he figured they were old enough to be okay with him smoking. But he’d never do it within a 50ft radius of them. That’s why teleporting is really handy. He also washes his clothes more often. Smoke doesn’t stick to him, so he doesn’t reek of it.

SF!Sans: He loves showing them off. And he’s often seen pushing them around in an eight seat stroller. They are his little heirs, and he loves them dearly. And even though eight kids are a lot to take care of, he’s actually doing a great job. He hates taking care of them when they cry at night, and sometimes he wont even wake up even though you try to shake him awake because it’s his turn. He does his best, but putting them to sleep isn’t his strong suit. They somehow end up crying even more.

-He always makes sure to spend time with each and every one as they get older though. Even if it’s just a few minutes during a car drive or out shopping groceries. He listens to their rant. And he’s always on top of the school drama.

-His secret to telling them apart when they were kids were the accessories they wore. Green socks for child number one, pink for number two, blue for three and so on. No one realized this, and they thought he was just the best dad ever. Only you knew his secret. And I mean with eight kids you’re going to need it c’mon.

SF!Papyrus: He works himself to death so that you wont get overwhelmed with the situation. He’d raise them all while working a full time job if he could. Just so that you wouldn’t have to. But he’s not going to shun you away. You’re obviously the better parent. Out of all the skellies he’s the one who looks after you the most. The others still make sure you’re okay, but he’s always been very protective of you.

-If anyone ever messes with one of his kids, they’re gonna regret it. And if there’s a bully in their school, he’ll take care of the problem. Have a little chat with them when they’re on their way home. Nothing too threatening, they’re just a kid even though they’re a brat. But that kid isn’t going to ever bother anyone again.

-Like Swap Papyrus he quit smoking when they were born, but took it up after a few years. He needs the coping mechanism.

-He is the best at putting them to sleep. His voice is very calming, so he’ll always read them a story and it knocks them out in a few minutes. He does all the voices without exaggerating them too much. And every time one wakes up from a nightmare, he’s there before they even cry out for him. Quiet and calm, he’ll sit on the edge of their bed. Rubbing their back to comfort them. He’s not a fan of your own bed getting crowded by the kids. But if someone has a particularly bad nightmare, he’ll lift them in and have them sleep between him and you. He’s a quiet dad and sometimes stern. But they all love him.