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nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog


1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”


36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”


90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts.
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161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”

Klance - soulmate au

It happens for the first time when he is five.

He’s lying in bed with a cold, eating the chicken soup his mother made him, when he suddenly hears a bunch of children sing.

Lance recognizes the song immediately. It’s one of those they make you sing in kindergarten. He drops his spoon into the bowl and calls for his mom excitedly.

His soulmate must be around his age.

Keith almost falls off his bike from giggling.

He’s on his way home from school when his soulmate listens to some song about butts. It’s form him, he knows that.

It’s not what they usually listen to and it’s become kind of a habbit. They will listen to something with really weird lyrics at the most unexpected of times just to make Keith laugh. His parents find it a bit inappropriate at times but Keith doesn’t mind. He can feel his soulmate’s amusement each time and it makes him laugh even harder.

He likes to think about what his soulmate must be like. They mostly listen to pop-rock but sometimes classical music too. Keith likes it. It’s a nice contrast to his own undefinied taste in music. He also hears a lot of wedding and birthday songs so they must have a big family.

Their lives seem to be quite different but Keith likes to thinks that they complete each other.

Lance finds his soulmate’s taste in music weird. It’s not that he doesn’t like the songs, so far he liked all of them in some way. But there are so many different genres. He’s sure that his soulmate is one of those people who listen to everything as long as it sounds good in some way.

He keeps playlists. One playlist for every year since he turned 12. There are a lot of songs in them and they’re taking up a lot of memory but he refuses to delete anything.

When he’s 14 Keith is on edge. There have been no songs for over a week and he is starting to freak out. His soulmate usually listens to music every single day, so when there are no songs at all for that long… something must be very wrong, right?

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Kana has much to learn and Nina will later have consequences to face

context is somewhere in here

good morning, it’s me: Bad Cat

*poof* This is the only way I really take selfies…with a snapchat filter. I think that’s going to change. I’ll start showing my scars. Start showing the acne and hives and marks and blemishes. I’m so hard on myself and always looking for validation. All of the stressing doesn’t help. I keep myself from meeting new people because I can’t face the thought of them not liking me. I was always reduced to a joke and made fun of growing up in school. I had thick glasses since I’m almost legally blind. Pepperoni face…like the commercials you see for proactiv where they like to boast the most terrible cases can be cured… I’m unable to take accutane so watching everyone like me in school become clear and bloom into social butterflies made me want to kill myself all the time. I haven’t changed since then. I can’t accept myself. That has to change. I’m becoming violent. I’m acting out against myself. I want peace. I need love. And I can’t be worried about wanting people to like how I look. It is so hard.

Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.


Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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Needy Puppy (Pt 2)

Needy Puppy (Pt 1)

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Bean (edited by Admin Podo)


Words: 2,141

You awoke to the soft sunlight shining through your bedroom window and the faint sounds of birds chirping outside. You soon remembered what happened last night as you felt Taehyung’s arms around your waist and his grip on you tighten slightly as you shifted in his embrace. You wiggled yourself out of his arms, somehow managing to not wake him up. You looked down: after last night’s events you weren’t wearing anything from the waist below, so you grabbed your sweat pants that were on the floor slipping them on before heading to the kitchen.

You started a pot of coffee before making yourself some toast, but not long into your making of breakfast you hear a knock at your door. Only then did you remember Namjoon telling you he would be by first thing in the morning.

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[TRANS] Shukan Josei - Main Interview

Q. “You just released your first ‘BEST OF’ Album, ‘THE BEST OF BTS,’ which covered all of your activities in Japan for two and a half years. Are there any songs that deeply attached to?”
JH: For me it’s “FOR YOU.” It was our first original Japanese song, so it’s very meaningful to me.
SG: For me it’s the Japanese version of “I NEED U.” I like how the Japanese lyrics are slightly different than the Korean lyrics. 

Q. “Within the Japanese activities until now, what has left an impression (on you)?”
J: This is not exactly what you are talking about, but… during the last song of a concert, I always look all around the venue. During that moment, I feel something that isn’t quite happiness nor sadness, it becomes this feeling where I am unable to say anything. That lingering feeling during the ending left the strongest impression. Every concert truly leaves me warm hearted.
JM: Our first showcase (December 2013) was in front of about 500 fans. As we did more performances, our venue has grown as well. Now, we have been able to meet lots of fans through our arena tours. Every time, I am very grateful for everything that has happened.
SG: I was also super happy when we were able to participate in large music festivals such as Summer Sonic and a-nation!

Q. “At the 2016 Mnet Asian Music Awards” you won the grand prize (Daesang), given to the ‘Artist of the Year.’ We saw the tears up on stage, what did you feel then?”
SG: When we heard the announcement, I started to remember everything we achieved from when we were trainees 7 years ago. The tough times, the happy times. So many memories were going through my head and my heart was full of emotion. Before I realized it, I was crying. I couldn’t stop the tears…
JK: I was really grateful to our ARMYs. That’s why, whatever happened, I didn’t want to cry on stage, but I saw the fans and couldn’t help but cry because they have worked hard with us and supported us. I was so grateful that I cried. I am really…, we are really lucky.
RM: We were so happy that we went to eat dinner right after arriving back in Korea from Hong Kong! We ordered pasta and pizza.
JH: Since the day after we won the award was also Jin-hyung’s birthday,
V: We were able to celebrate both (at the same time).
J: I ate suuuper delicious food (serious face)!
JH: While we ate, we all reminisced.
JM: It was fun.

Q. “Apart from the award, BTS was the first Korean artist to place 26th on the American Billboard Chart and placed 1st for the iTunes Chart for 27 countries. 2016 must be a year you’ll never forget.”
: When we go to countries like Brazil, which are on the opposite side of the world from Korea, and feel the love from fans in those countries, I feel that we are really benefiting from this age in time.
V: But…, I want to be more love in Japan as well! (he then made a dog with his fingers and pretended to bite the arm of Jungkook who was sitting next to him)
JK: (As if this was familiar (to Jungkook), while escaping from V [he said]) That’s right, we really think this.
RM: It’s really interesting. When we perform overseas, fans of completely different nationalities and languages sing our songs with us.
V: It’s amazing.
RM: This year will be the start of a new “time” that is different from before, for both us and the fans.
JM: The truth is, right now, there is a performance that we are thinking of. One which will look cool to anyone and shows us enjoying the stage. We will continue running towards that goal.
JK: I want to grow more! In order for that growth to become our weapon.

Q. “Continuous hard work made the BTS who they are today. By the way, what is something that has and has not changed about BTS since debut?”
: Something that hasn’t changed since debut is our mindset that singing and performance are the top priorities. Even though there are things each member wants to try, we think that we should first think about the goals of the group and what we should aim to be as a group. I think that is one of our strong points (as well).
: Another one is practice. First, practice. Second, practice. Recently, things that used to take 10 will now only take 5. I think that we’ve become more efficient.

Q. “Seeing your performances, the dances are so complex, it looks really tiring…”
SG: (serious face) To be honest, it is tiring.
BTS: (lol)
: But that intense practice is what made us who we are today, so we can’t stop.
V: Don’t stop~!

Q. “I want to recommend that you guys stop and rest sometimes.”
SG: Recently, it’s been very difficult because we’ve had to practice tough choreography continuously for many performances. Until around last year, it’s accurate to say that we just pushed through with it. But we realized that that could damage our health, so recently we eat healthier and take supplements to stand on stage while maintaining our health.
JK: We have to increase our endurance.

Q. “We’ll go back to the (previous) topic, but what has changed about you (since debut)?”
V: When we debuted, we didn’t know anything, so we just worked hard at what we were told to do. Now we can express our own opinions and think about what to do next.
JK: Yeah, we’ve now come to think deeply about a lot of things. Rather than say this was a change, it seems that our attitude towards work has matured.
JM: Our feelings towards the stage and our fans have changed as well.
JH: Our growth as humans, in performance, and in how we interact with everyone. So many things have changed, but what has changed most is our internal feelings. It’s as if we’ve accepted and acknowledged that “we are professionals.” Things that are seen by the public and thing that aren’t.
JM: “We are professionals”?… Surely, the way we look has changed a lot too.
RM: When we were trainees, for all of us, our singing, dance, and fashion sense were not refined (lol). But now, I feel like we look a bit more like celebrities. 

Q. “So, from now on you will continue to grow as artists and continue to ‘Attack on Bangtan.’”
J: We will continue to attack!
: We can’t stop now (lol).

Trans cr: Mia & Kylie @ allforbts
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Ten more Next Gen headcanons.

1. Dean and Seamus wait until their mid-forties to have kids. They name their first daughter Ari, after Ariana Dumbledore, who kept Seamus and the rest of the students in the Room of Requirement safe. 

2. Teddy fully expects his patronus to be a wolf. When it’s not, he panics, and firecalls Harry from the Hufflepuff Common Room. Harry is so busy being proud of his godson for producing a corporeal Patronus, he eases Teddy’s fears by not even asking what form it had taken. He figures, if Harry didn’t care enough to ask, whatever it is is okay. 

3. Lily Luna Weasley-Potter is the spitting image of her namesake, so people are often surprised to find that she’s more like her father than anyone. She’s sharp, suspicious, and never lets a mystery pass her by. When Harry made the mistake of using his, “trouble usually finds me” line in Lily’s hearing, she adopted it to use when given detentions for sneaking around the castle. 

4. Pansy Parkinson’s spoiled son is basically Draco Malfoy 2.0 - he’s just as rich, pretty, and disdainful. He’s also a mama’s boy. She loves him, although she’s not half the mother Narcissa was. 

5. James Sirius Potter adds a hyphen to his middle name after learning about the Marauders, and tries to make people call him James Sirius-Remus Potter. It only works on Andromeda and Teddy…until he comes of age and gets it added legally. He’s the most affected by history of all the next gen kids, and carries his name and his blood (both Potter and Weasley) very seriously. His Patronus is a stag like his father’s and grandfather’s before him, and he takes immense pride in that. 

6. Hugo Weasley is the cuddliest child in the history of children. He gets it from Ron, who eats it up and cuddles him right back. Hermione doesn’t know how to deal with it as well. She’s more of a forehead kiss kind of person. 

7. Ginny loves the Burrow as an adult more than she ever did growing up in. She’s grateful that her children have somewhere to spend their childhoods with their extended family. It feels right to take Jamie and Al and Lily there in a way it never felt right when she was young. 

8. Bill and Fleur, who constantly keep their own respective well-above-average hair in complicated braids, teach their kids to, as well. Victoire, Dominique and Louis have the prettiest, shiniest, most adorably braided hair in school. 

9. Harry is convinced that his kids have a fundamentally different Hogwarts experience than he did - not by nature of not being the Chosen one, or even because half of them aren’t in Gryffindor - but because Madame Pomfery retired before they even got to Hogwarts. She’d been a huge part of his six years there - always there fussing the moment he awoke. Who was going to do that when Lily did something stupid, or Al got hurt defending his friends, or James caught a rogue Bludger to the ear, or Teddy splinched himself in Apparating lessons? Who else was going to be vaguely disapproving and caring at the same time? Who else was going to say don’t do that again, child…but on the off-chance that you do, you’ll be right as rain with a bit of rest? Even though Hannah does a great job in the infirmary, Harry always feels off when any of his kids get hurt. 

10. The Weasley clan never knows who to cheer for during House Quidditch matches, because they’ve got children, grandchildren and niblings on every House team. So they cheer for everyone. 

Competitive Boyfriends Tony and Justin

Request: Headcanon for Justin and Tony competing to see who treats their boyfriend better {Alex for Justin and Clay for Tony} Pretty please!


A/N: I live for competitive boyfriends Tony and Justin! Thanks for the request! Hope you like it :)


Warnings: Competitiveness.


Competitive Boyfriends Tony and Justin…

  • So Alex and Clay get a partner assignment in one of their class

  • And although they never reach the point of best friends, they do become quite close and like to hangout
  • The only problem they have is that their boyfriends have this weird rivalry thing going on

  • Justin always feels the need to one-up Tony, and once he starts, Tony is competitive right back at him
  • They’ll compete over anything- who can eat or drink the fastest, who can drive better, who’s better at a certain sport, who is more of a teachers pet, most commonly though they compete over who’s a better boyfriend

  • Clay and Alex both think it’s incredibly stupid, but they’ve both admitted to each other that a tiny tiny part of them does like watching their boyfriend show them off
  • When they’re all sharing a table at Monet’s they silently see who can be more cuddly with their boyfriend

  • Cue all the hands on legs, arms over shoulders, head buried in boyfriends neck etc.
  • It becomes such a common thing that Alex and Clay don’t even acknowledge it, they just continue talking to each other and let their boyfriends face off on their own ground

  • Tony will spend a heap of time talking about his car, and Justin will counter that with talk of his basketball- the things they’re best at in life
  • And then they’ll show off in front of Skye when she takes their orders. They’ll order the most romantic things on the menu and order way more than they need

  • Then they’ll compete over who can kiss their boyfriends the most times, which usually results in Clay and Alex gently brushing them off and sending each other ‘we’re dating children’ looks
  • Justin and Tony have even found themselves in a scissors, paper, rock war before

  • Tony will pull out Clay’s chair for him, so Justin will push Alex’s in. Tony holds Clays hand when they talk, Justin will wrap his arm around Alex
  • When they eat, Clay and Alex literally have to sit back and hope nothing bad happens. Tony will set out Clay’s cutlery all nice, and Justin will put a serviette on Alex’s lap. And then they’ll share their food to each other

  • And both Justin and Tony always brag about how much their boyfriends parents love them
  • And then it’ll always end in a mild argument over something stupid, and they’re snapping at each other across the table

  • Meanwhile Alex and Clay will try saying literally everything to get their attention back
  • “But I’m still better, Foley”

  • “You wish, Padilla”
  • “You know, Alex, maybe we should just run off with together”

  • “Jensen, I thought you’d never ask”
  • “Fine if you think you can beat me, Foley, let’s do this”

  • Alex and Clay will just smile at how invested their boyfriends are in their mini feud and break them up, until they catch up again a week later

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Patater Week Day 6

Is this a day late?  Yes it is.  Does it still have ridiculous Patater fluff?  Of course!

Kent was furious.  He stomped through the underside of the arena, ears and cheeks red with anger.  Logically he knew it was an accident, and James wouldn’t have done it on purpose, but it still had happened.  Kent rounded the corner into the visiting team’s trainer’s room and visibly relaxed when he saw his boyfriend.  

“Kenny, why you here?”  Tater frowned and sat up a little, his trainer pushing him back onto the exam table.

“Mr. Parson, he’s still being examined, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you wait outside?”  The trainer requested.  

“He’s my boyfriend, I’m staying right here.”  Kent insisted.

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this guy keeps coming into my house (real, not minecraft), stands around for a few minutes, eats my food and walks right back out.  Every night he does it

You’re Invited(Stark!Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 1964

Summary: The reader and Peter get invited to a high school party, and the only way to go is to sneak out.

Warnings: Underage drinking SORRY DON’T DO WHAT THEY DO

A/N: Some Reader x Peter because we all need it every once in awhile. I love Peter, omg. I hope you guys like this!! 

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 8

Well here you are my darlings! This isn’t the end of the Vegas AU, but probably one of the last you’ll get for a little while. My plot monster @outlandishchridhe has been an amazing partner to write with and I look forward to where this story takes us! A very special thanks to @shortiemcbealle for her amazing ideas that we got to incorporate into this chapter.

Thank you all SO SO much for your support and encouragement for this story.

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Claire was still in complete and utter shock. Jamie had embraced her, dropping the small stick to the floor and lifting her off her feet. She couldn’t tell if the noises they were making were laughter or tears, but they were joyful nonetheless.

She had followed him out into the kitchen, perching on a stool to watch him put together supper for them. It could have been minutes or hours later when Claire came to, a delicious looking meal of chicken and rice with a salad placed in front of her by Jamie.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he questioned her softly, taking care not to spook her. “Ye’ve been verra quiet.”

“I’m fine,” she replied, looking off into the distance. “I know that I had thought that I was, but it…it feels different now. Knowing.”

“Is it what ye want?”

She startled and looked directly at him for the first time since they’d left the bathroom, a masked look of anxiety coloring his features.

“Yes! I promise it is! It just feels so surreal that it’s thrown me off kilter a bit. I’m not having any kind of second thoughts.”

“That’s good. Ye didna have much for breakfast, so eat up.”

With her hand over her stomach, she wondered for a moment if the test had been a false positive.

“I will in a moment. I’ll be right back. Go ahead and start eating. I’ll just be a moment.”

After a quick kiss on his cheek, she slipped into the bathroom again and looked at the box of pregnancy tests. There were four more in the box. If she took them at intervals, it would give her the best result, right? Hoping Jamie wouldn’t notice how long she was gone, she took the second test and waited. A mix of relief and fear twisted in her gut: PREGNANT.

While she washed her hands, her heart began to race. Two tests could be false positives, couldn’t they? Unlikely, but still possible.

Jamie was scrolling through something on his phone when she returned to the table. Glancing up at her, he smiled.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. We,” she put her hand over her stomach. “We’re both fine. Just had to pee. Again. Too much water.”

His eyes narrowed at her for a moment before he nodded, trying hard not to let a smile escape his lips.

“Good. Can ye eat now?”

They sat and had their dinner quietly, her mind whirling with possibilities. What would she do? Between work and school, her life was already busy. And now to add a newborn to that?

“Are you sure we can do this?” she asked, watching him clean the dishes. “Have a baby, I mean.”

“I think that ship’s already sailed, Sassenach. And I seem to recall telling ye that I’d be by your side every step of the way. What’s to do next then?”

“I’ll need to call my doctor and get an exam done. They’ll give me a test to confirm the pregnancy and then we’ll start the process of check ups and all that.”

Jamie nodded, eyes distracted.

“Ye’ll tell me when yer appointments are? I’ll no’… I don’t want ye to go alone. I want to come wi’ ye too. I want… to see the bairn. If ye dinna mind,” he said, looking down quickly as his face and ears turned pink.

“Of course.” He looked up to see a large smile gracing her beautiful face. “I’ll call first thing in the morning.”

Going to bed that night was comfortable. They moved around each other easily, neither feeling shy anymore. Jamie gathered her into his arms, one hand resting on her stomach again, attracted to it like a magnet.

“Sassenach, I’ve something I’d like ye to think about.”

“What is it?”

“Ye dinna need to give an answer right now, just give yourself time to think it over. But… If ye think ye wouldna be opposed to it, perhaps we might no’ annul our marriage. But I’ll leave it to you to decide. Just think about it for a time, aye?”

She nodded and laid her head back down on his chest, content. Around midnight, Claire extricated herself from Jamie and went to try another of the home tests. As she waited for this one to reveal it’s answer, her mind began to wander. Did she expect a different result? Did she want a different result? If it did come back negative, would she believe it? She had two previous tests that were positive. When her phone’s timer vibrated quietly, she turned the stick over.


Tossing it into the small bin Jamie had for a trash can, Claire sighed and slid back into bed. Jamie flinched as her cold feet moved between his, but he drew her close in his sleep. Without thinking, she reached up and brushed his hair behind his ear. That heartbreakingly soft smile pulled at his lips before sliding away again.

“You do break my heart with loving you,” she whispered before laying back down and going to sleep.

In the morning, while Jamie made another impressive breakfast, Claire stood in the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

“You’re being ridiculous. You don’t need to take those last two tests,” she told her reflection, sternly. She sighed and eyed the box. “But, I suppose if I’m in for a penny…”

When the time was up, she turned both the sticks over simultaneously. They both read the same result: PREGNANT.

Feeling relieved and fairly certain that all 5 tests couldn’t possibly be wrong, she called her OB/GYN. She answered their questions and made an appointment for later that afternoon as they’d had a cancellation.


The drive to her doctor’s office was quiet, both of them still fraught with nerves.

“We’re here, Sassenach,” Jamie said, startling Claire from her thoughts. She looked over to him and he grabbed her hand. “It’s going to be alright.”

“I know. I’m just nervous.” She tried to smile at him reassuringly, but wasn’t sure it came across more as a grimace.

“Aye, well then. Let’s go.”

Sitting in the waiting room brought on more anxiety. There were a few women in there, all very clearly pregnant. Claire’s hand drifted unconsciously to her abdomen, rubbing small circles. Jamie held her other hand in his, his grasp reassuringly strong.

“Claire Beauchamp!”

She jumped and abruptly stood, pulling Jamie with her, and they followed the nurse back into the office. Claire provided them samples to test for pregnancy again and then was put into a room.

“Go ahead and put the gown on and the doctor will be in once she’s seen the results,” the nurse said, smiling at the couple.

She knew it had only been about 20 minutes, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Relax, mo chridhe,” Jamie soothed, rubbing her leg softly.

A sharp knock echoed from the door and the doctor walked in.

“Well, hello there Miss Beauchamp,” the doctor said to her, smiling. “Tell me why you’re here today.”

“Well, I-I think I’m pregnant,” Claire replied, blushing.

The doctor looked up and had a flicker of surprise cross her face at seeing Jamie sitting next to Claire, but she refocused on Claire almost at once.

“And it says here that you took…5 at home tests?”

“Um, yes.” The flush crept farther up her cheeks, a even darker shade of red forming there. “I wanted to be sure.”

“Don’t worry, it’s quite normal for expectant mother’s to do that,” the doctor stated with a smile. “So, let’s get down to it then, shall we? Your test results came back in and both your blood and urine samples show that you are, probably, pregnant. We need to do the ultrasound to confirm it, but everything is pointing to yes.”

Jamie’s sharp intake of breath caused Claire to turn her attention from the doctor to him. His wide grin was answered by her own and she could have sworn she heard him whisper ‘Thank God’ before he stood to hug her.

“By the date that you told us, it would appear you’re probably about 10 weeks or so along, but we’ll do the ultrasound to check and see if our due date matches with how big baby is. I’ll give you two a few minutes and then we’ll come in and get started.”

Claire’s face was still buried in Jamie’s neck.

“Thank you,” she answered, attempting to hold back tears.

As the door closed, Jamie pulled Claire’s face to look up at his.

“Ye took all the tests in the box?” he joked, light shining in his eyes.

“Don’t you make fun of me, James Fraser,” she pouted. He laughed again and kissed her pursed lips, feeling a smile return to them.

They didn’t have to wait long for the ultrasound. The warning of This will be cold! didn’t really give Claire any time to get ready before the jelly was applied to her abdomen. They both sat, mesmerized by the screen, but unsure of what they were seeing. It all just looked like a fuzzy TV channel.

Suddenly, a small, throbbing sound emanated from the machine.

“Oh, there you are!” the tech said, triumphantly, as a small form appeared on the screen. “There’s your baby!”

Claire’s vision blurred and she realized that the throbbing sound was that of her baby’s heart. She turned to face Jamie and saw that his mouth was slightly open and tears were in his eyes as well.

“Is that -” he choked out, then cleared his throat to try again. “That sound. Is it…?”

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat!” the tech responded, smiling widely at them. “Sounds good and strong too. Would you like a print out to take with you?”


They sat together in their living room, staring at the small, black and white printout of their ultrasound.

“I canna believe it,” Jamie said in wonder, fingertips just brushing over the top of the picture.

“I can’t either. It’s amazing. It’s so small.”

He turned to face her, full to bursting with pride and happiness.

“I found it amusin’ that your doctor, she looked a wee bit surprised to see me. But then, I suppose that many women, especially here, end up at those kind of appointments by themselves.”

“I don’t think it was just that, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s actually seen Frank before. Met him once as well. She’s been my doctor since I moved here.”

A sickening thought formed in Jamie’s mind.

“Claire, I have something I need to ask ye.”

She started at his abrupt change in demeanor and felt her whole body stiffen with anxiety.


“Is there…any possibility that this bairn…that he isna mine?”

“What?! Jamie, I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.”

“And I dinna think ye are. I’m only askin’ ye to think back and see. Could this bairn no’ be Frank’s?”

“Oh, um, no actually.” She gave a rueful chuckle that made him simultaneously relieved and worried. “Not only had Frank and I not been having sex in the couple weeks prior to my ‘discovery’ in his office, remember what he said, about me not making the time or effort? Well, I had a pregnancy scare a little over a year ago now, but it turned out on that occasion that I was wrong. We also found out that Frank can’t have children. I believe the phrasing the doctor used was that he was ‘shooting blanks.’ Rather unorthodox way of telling someone that sort of news but anyway. So, yes, Jamie. I know this baby is yours. I haven’t made it a habit of running about sleeping with other people.”

She said the last part with a tone full of distaste, her eyes hardening as she remembered that day she had walked into Frank’s office, so naive and unknowing. Though she really couldn’t be bitter about it now, not when that discovery had brought her to where she was now.

“I dinna want ye to think I asked solely for my own sake. I wanted you to be sure as well. It didna occur to me until just now, when you mentioned him. I’ve never been happier, Claire, and it still wouldna change anything.”

“I don’t think much now could change things,” Claire replied softly, leaning into his side. “It’s alright, Jamie. I’m not angry. You couldn’t have known about it. But I’m pretty sure that’s why she looked at you like that. She would have known I couldn’t have children with Frank.”

A short while later, he felt Claire breathe deeply and then falter, as if she wanted to say something, but needed to work up the nerve.

“It’s a little scary, don’t you think?” she asked, voice small.

“Aye. Terrifying. But dinna be afraid, mo nighean donn. What we dinna ken about this, we’ll learn. Together.”

She tilted her head up towards his and reached for a kiss.

His eyes shone with joy, his face in a permanent grin.

“Now that we know for sure that I’m really pregnant, I think I might need to find new work.”

“Aye, I think so too. I dinna want those rowdy men starin’ at ye.”

She smiled a little but shook her head.

“No, it’s not that. Or not only that, at least. But it won’t be healthy for us, me and the baby. Not with all the cigarette smoke inside the bar. I won’t put our child at risk.”

His mouth was suddenly on hers, fingers sliding into her hair.

“What was that?” she asked when he released her.

“Sorry, Sassenach,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I only like the way it sounds when ye say ‘our child’.”

“Well it is ours. Yours and mine.” Her hands spread over her womb and she smiled. “Our little peanut.”

“I dinna want ye to worry overmuch about a new job, aye? Ye’ve got enough going on.”

Snuggling up into his side again, she sighed and relaxed.


Claire’s job at the bar had ended shortly after their first ultrasound and she’d been hunting for a new one relentlessly. The difficulty was finding something that would allow her to finish her schooling and that wouldn’t be too much for the baby.

Every time he thought about her pregnancy, he smiled. The lads at work were giving him a hard time about it since he’d put a copy of the ultrasound in his locker. He came home one night to see her at her desk, glaring at her computer.

“My mam always said if ye frowned at somethin’ too long, yer face would be stuck like that,” he said, hanging his keys on their hook.

“Oh! God, is it that time? I completely forgot about dinner, I’m so sorry Jamie.”

“Dinna fash. We’ll order something in. Tomorrow’s my day off, so I thought I’d take ye out for a nice date.”

She closed her computer and stretched. He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her close. Even if he lived forever, he would never tire of holding her.

“That sounds lovely. I think I’m beginning to go cross-eyed from filling out job applications all day.”

“Aye, and I dinna want ye to put the bairn at risk by working too much. So tomorrow we’ll just have a nice day. Now. What are ye in the mood for?”

“I picked dinner last week.”

After a soft kiss on her forehead, he went to the menus he kept in a drawer.

“Aye, but I’m no’ the one that’s pregnant.”

“You spoil me.”

“That’s my job, Sassenach.”

The next morning, Jamie drove them out to Springs Preserve. Claire’s mouth fell open as they parked, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Oh Jamie! I had no idea this was out here!”

“Aye, it’s no’ what ye’d expect in Las Vegas. It’s a nice place to get away from the city. Fresh air, aye?” One arm went around her waist while his other hand rubbed her stomach gently. “Good for you and the bairn.”

“Is that all you think about these days?” she said with a laugh as they headed into the botanical garden. “The baby.”

He smirked.

“No’ all I think about, no. But I think of it quite a bit.”

As they began exploring, Claire surprised him. She knew what the plants were before he’d finished reading their name card. More than that, she began explaining what they were good for and what they had been used for. She was a fount of knowledge about almost everything they walked by. An idea began niggling in the back of his mind as he watched her joy at being around these plants.

“I could kill for some chips,” she said, eyeing the cafe.

“Weel then let’s get ye some chips.”

She began digging into her plate and he smiled at her.

“Sassenach, I ken you’re still lookin’ for work, but I had an idea.”


“What if ye applied to work here? Like I said the clean air would be good for the bairn. But ye seem happy here, ye enjoy being around living and growing things.”

For a few moments, he watched the thoughts form on her face.

“You know, that’s a great idea, Jamie.”

“I’ve been known to have them from time to time.”

She gave him a flat, though amused, look.

“I’ll have to see if I can speak to someone about an application. It would be nice to have regular hours like a normal person.”

“Aye, it would. And it would make me feel better too. I ken ye’d be safer out here.”

Jamie paid for their lunch and they went off to find someone who worked at the gardens. Once they learned the application was on the website, like everything was these days, they decided to go home.

It was the first time in days that Claire had felt hopeful about finding work, especially when it was something that she loved. As they snuggled into bed that night, whispering words of love to each other, she sighed contentedly. This was the happiest she’d ever been, and she couldn’t wait to see what their future held now.

the kind of conversations and kisses we need

Magnus picked up the freshly brewed pot of coffee and brought it over to the dining table where Alec was already seated with a plate of pancakes. Alec looked up at Magnus as he sat down next to him.

“More?” asked Magnus, holding up the pot of coffee.

Alec nodded. “Yeah, thanks,” he said as he held the cup steady. Alec took a sip and immediately felt more awake than he already was. He took a bite of the brilliant pancakes Magnus had conjured up, amazed that he was able to have breakfasts like this everyday.

Smiling contently, Magnus sipped his coffee and let his free hand play with Alec’s. He could feel every callous and scar on Alec’s hand. And Alec relished in the soft, smooth texture of Magnus’ fingers, playing with the man’s many rings. Alec’s smile widened as he wiggled his fingers and dodged Magnus’ attempts to hold his hand. Finally giving in, Alec let Magnus take a hold of it.

Putting his coffee down, Alec tried to pull his right hand back in order to continue eating but Magnus only held on tighter. Alec looked up at Magnus with a questioning look. Magnus just buried his smile in a mouthful of pancake. Sighing, Alec tried to pick up his fork with his left hand, his non-dominant hand. Sure, Alec could slay a demon with ease, but use his left hand? Forget it. Struggling for what felt like ages, Alec managed to get a grip on the utensil but failed almost immediately.

“No!” Alec exclaimed as the fork fell out of his grasp and cluttered loudly onto the ceramic plate. Magnus let out a laugh and also let go of Alec’s hand, allowing the boy to finish his breakfast in peace. Alec threw Magnus a playful glare through squinted eyes and Magnus smiled smugly while reaching for a pile of his mail.

While he was sifting through it, Alec cleared his throat. “So,” he said. “What’s on today’s agenda for Mr High Warlock of Brooklyn?” He loved teasing his boyfriend with his esteemed title.

Magnus rolled his eyes and smiled at Alec. “Look who’s talking, Mr Head of the New York Institute.” Magnus loved to do the same back.

Alec smile faltered slightly. “Acting Head of the New York Institute,” he corrected with a gesture of his fork. Magnus shrugged in dismissal before taking another bite of his breakfast.

“Speaking of which,” Alec spoke as he checked the time on his phone and sighed. “I should get going.” Magnus pouted but Alec got up and pulled his jacket on, pushing his phone into his back pocket.

He began to walk towards the front door but stopped when Magnus spoke up. “Forgetting something?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Alec turned around and cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Magnus stared at the boy and tilted his chin upwards. Alec grinned widely and leaned down to give Magnus a quick peck on the lips before pulling apart but staying close.

“Yeah, I am,” he murmured with a sly smirk as he picked up his stele from the table top, twirling it in his fingers.

Magnus scoffed at Alec and pushed his chest away to which Alec laughed. “Love you!” he called, beginning to walk away from Magnus. “I’ll call you later!” he shouted, opening the front door.

“Love you, too!” Magnus called back, licking his lips and smiling to himself.

i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, we all know alec would be too distracted with magnus at the institute.


Part 1

“No, no, Rick. Please, stay. Maggie’s baby is ok. She just needs to rest.” You beg and cling to his arm.
Your whole body is trembling with fear of what’ll happen when you don’t stop them.

It’s still surreal to live with them. To be a part of ‘Team Family’, but that’s how your life is now.
You still wonder if this is an alternative universe and if you’ll go back in your old life, where this world is just a tv show, when you die.
But not today. Today you’ve to try to save Glenn and Abraham from getting lucille’d.
Even when you can’t tell them how you know about this without sounding completely nuts.

“I know you’re worried, (Y/N).” Rick says and sends you an encouraging smile. “But everything will be ok, I promise.”
“No! You don’t understand. Please, drive tomorrow.” Your voice sounds hysterical and high pitched, leaving Rick wondering what’s going on with you.
Deeply sighing about your behavior he just squeezes your shoulder before turning to Sasha and Carl.
Not knowing what to do, you pull out your gun and aim at one of the wheels of the RV as Sasha suddenly takes it out of your hand.
“Damnit (Y/N), what’s wrong with you?” Blue eyes sparking angrily at you. “You stay here.”
“What? No.”
“Come, I’ll bring you in the house.” Sasha says softly, her grip around your forearm tight as she pulls you away.
“You don’t understand! They know you’re coming! Negan knows!”
Shocked about your own words you press your hands on the mouth, don’t notice about the glare Sasha sends Rick.
Then all happen so fast as Rick rushes towards you, pulling his python out of the holster as a kind of warning. “How do you know that? Are you a spy?”
“What are you doing, dad? She’s our friend since Atlanta.” Carl tries to calm his father.

“Answer me! Did you do that to Maggie?”

“No, she’s my friend. I-I, uhm, just having a bad feeling.” You stutter, but Rick doesn’t seem to believe you.
“Sasha, bring her in the cell.”
“Now.” Harshly he interrupts her and she nods, bringing you away.
You lost, even with your knowledge about the future events.


With your arms around the knees you sit against the wall and wait for their return. The night is already over and your eyes swollen from crying as the door opens and Rick steps in.
“You were right.” He says and slips down on the wall next to you. “You.. you were my best friend, a-after Lori, what you did for Carl.. this family, our family..”
His voice breaks as a chocking sob leaving his mouth while you trying to remember what happened in the time before you wake up in the bed a few days ago.
Besides your normal life, where Rick is Andrew Lincoln and everyone is happy and alive.
The only thing you found out until now is that you’re with them since the beginning. And that Rick’s your best friend.
But what else?
With whom are you also close besides him and Carl?
What was your part when the Governor attacked? Terminus?
Is it like you’ve imagined in your daydreams or completely different?

“I’m not…”
“Yeah, you’re not a spy. He also said that.” He mumbles and your eyes widen.

He asked him?

“Maybe you’re both liars.” Suddenly he jumps up to his feet and stares down at you. “I should kill you, but I can’t. I can’t.”
“Rick, listen to me.” You reach out for him, but quickly he steps back.
Like a beaten puppy he looks at you one last time before leaving and locking you in the cell.


The following days you’ve to stay in the cell.
Once a day Michonne let you out so that you can at least use the bathroom. At the beginning you tried to talk and convince her that you’re on their side.
But she ignored you, even when you could read in her eyes that she believes you.

Who’s more on your side is Carl.
From time to time the boy visited you, quietly talking about what happened.
And his wish that it’d be him who kills Negan.
One evening he asked you jokingly if you could tell him how Negan will die. The response was a hysterical giggle and a ‘hopefully painful’.

How should you explain that Negan is still alive in the comics?

The worst moments of the day were when Rick came with a tablet with food and water. Intense blue eyes bored in yours like he could leech the truth out of them.
No one of you spoke in this time and it makes you sick in the stomach. You wish he’d trust you again so that you can help to beat Negan and the Saviors.
But he doesn’t let you.

And then the day is here.

Even through the small window under the ceiling you can hear his voice. A cold shudder runs down your spine, because the voice sounds so different than on TV.
More mockingly, more intimidatingly and there’s something else you can’t define.
You stand on tiptoe to look through the window, but can’t see anything else than a few pairs of shoes.


You can’t hear what else Negan says, because there are other voices, but you aren’t surprised as you hear footsteps on the stairs and the cell door a second later.
“Hi Negan.”
“Fuck, you were right. She’s a fucking visionary.” Negan snickers and you turn around to him and Rick.

He’s looking different than on TV.
A little bit younger, taller and more muscles. But the rest is the same.
White shirt, leather jacket, the red scarf. And the cold amused sparkle in his eyes like everything is just a joke.
Thickly swallowing you look at the baseball bat in Rick’s hand.

“And now let her out, she ain’t an animal.”
“Bu-but..” Rick stutters, but Negan interrupts him by raising his finger.
“Lemme ask you something, Rick.” With a devilish grin he turns to the ex sheriff. “What do you know about women?”
Flabbergasted the man stares at the taller man, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
“Don’t fucking worry, it was a rhetorical question.” Again the snicker which makes you shiver. “And now come, uhm?”
“(Y/N), let’s get you out of this fuckhole.”
The smile which Negan sends you appears different than the ones you know from TV.
Less mockingly and more warm.
Maybe you could use that to your advantage.
To the advantage for all of you.
“Thank you, Negan.” You smile, ignoring Rick who shoots you a glare.
“My pleasure.” The leader winks and gestures to the open door. “After you.”

The whole time you’ve to stay with Negan.
There’s no way to stop Carl from threatening the two Saviors or telling Rick that the two missing guns are in Spencer’s house without them getting suspicious why do you know that.
Your eyes fall on Daryl as you stand on the fence and Negan whispers to Rick before turning around to you.
“Time to say goodbye, visionary.” Negan smirks while you try to think about to get at least Daryl out of the situation.
“I’m coming with you.” You quickly say. “In exchange for Daryl.”
“Well, I appreciate the offer. I fucking do, but no.”
“(Y/N).” Rick mumbles broken behind you.
Not knowing what you should do you press your lips to Negan’s ear and quietly start singing Easy Street.
His eyes widen surprised as he pulls back from you, but it only lasts for a second before the shit eating grin is back.
“Al-fucking-right, it’s your lucky day.” Negan says towards Daryl before turning his attention back at you. “And you, in one of the trucks. Now.”
“I-just.. just.”
You’re insecure if this was the right decision as suddenly Rick pulls you in a hug and Negan sighs annoyed.
“I’m sorry.” He chokes out.
“It’s ok.” You mumble. “Just don’t trust anyone, promise me.”
“What do you… Who?”
“Time’s over.” Negan sneers and wraps his arm around your waist to pull you away.
The last thing you see, before you’re pushed in one of the trucks, is Daryl’s attempt to get to you while Rick drops to his knees.