but oh that last one kills me so much


So, Harry has said before that his favourite song is Free Fallin’ by John Mayer, which as you may know is a cover of a famous song by Tom Petty. The opening line to Free Fallin’ is “She’s a good girl” - sound familiar?

Now let me draw your attention to another Tom Petty song (technically Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, he was in a band before going solo too) called Mary Jane’s Last Dance. If you don’t know it, you might guess from just the title that it’s about a woman, but the name Mary Jane might also make you think of a certain drug. Does this woman/drug ambiguity seem familiar?

Well as it turns out, the lyrics of Mary Jane’s Last Dance are quite thematically similar to Carolina. The opening line of MJLD is “She grew up in an Indiana town” vs the opening line of Carolina - “She’s got a family in Carolina”. Some other interesting lyrics:

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Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

  • “Is that blood?!”
  • “You didn’t have to kill them!”
  • “Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”
  • “I could always just kill them…”
  • “Why are your knuckles bruised?”
  • “Just go! I’ll clean up this mess." 
  • "You busted my lip!”
  • “You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”
  • “They deserved it.”
  • “Dont you dare hit me!" 
  • "I liked killing them.”
  • “Oh God, there’s so much blood!" 
  • "Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”
  • “Kill them! Go on!" 
  • "Who gave you that black eye?!”
  • “They died happy at least." 
  • "Do you want me to hit you?!" 
  • "Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again." 
  • "I’ll kill you, I swear!" 
  • "They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”
  • “I’ll kill every last one of them." 
  • "Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”
  • “I’ll fight beside you." 
  • "Are you burning a body?”
  • “I was protecting you!”
  • “Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”
  • “Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”
  • “It was an accident!”
  • “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”
  • “Burn the body and lets go.”
  • “I’m glad they’re dead!”
  • “They’re not going to make it.”
  • “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  • “I had to do it.”
  • “I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”
  • “I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”
  • “I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

anonymous asked:

edit: ey fam got any jealousy/possessive you could analyse/spam us with? owo to me it feel likes it's been a while since i had last seen such a thing.

(Oh my gawd I’ve literally deleted this on accident twice when I’ve written so much and I’m going to kill myself but that’s ok because I’ve kept you waiting for so long and I’m sorry this is my punishment ahhhhhhh I luv u all)

Oh course! I’d be glad to! I’ve actually done an analysis like this before but it’ll be fun to see how much my analysis skills have improved XD ahhh I have no life~

Ok ok ok so one of the reasons why I am so into this ship is because of the fact that they seem to get jealous when one of them is talking to another person (usually an exo member). Of course people may counter against me saying “Well, it’s normal for people to get jealous when their best friend is interacting with another person”. But let me ask you this. Put yourself in this situation, you’re best friend or a very close friend of yours is talking with another friend, do you really think you would get jealous? And we are also adding the fact that there would be so many other friends around you, do you really think you would get jealous? Probably not, it’s not like you’re being left out, you’re most likely not possessive of your friend or have any right to decide whether or not if your friend can talk with someone or not. Now if we think about that, wouldn’t that make the fact that these two show somewhat of a strong sense of jealousy when the other is just talking and playing around and having skinship with usually another friend a bit suspicious?

Now let’s continue on with a slight personality analysis. I think most Chanbaek shippers can agree with the fact that out of the two, Baekhyun has more ‘jealous’ moments. Chanyeol of course has his moments but not as much. Let’s look a bit into their character. If I offend any Baekhyun stans or fellow Chanyeol stans with this analysis I am so sorry XD. From what I’ve seen, Baekhyun is a very playful, happy, extra, and out going guy. I also feel that Baekhyun is a guy who likes attention, like to be noticed, and be in the spotlight. That’s a very good personality as an idol. Baekhyun also likes to tease his members and play around with them, and as we already know he seems to tease Chanyeol quite a bit, calling him today, poking him, cracking jokes and he really likes it when he makes Chanyeol laugh, because he’s that kind of guy, he likes getting positive reactions from people. I mean everyone does, but being a extrovert, he really gets a bang out of it. So him being someone that really likes attention, if he were in a relationship, he would probably get jealous more easily than his partner because he would probably crave attention and want to be the only one in his partner’s eyes. To me, Chanyeol is a very happy dude, he’s an open guy and like sharing his works with everyone, he’s a nice guy, and he likes having fun. I’m not sure if he’s a possessive person, I mean I don’t know him and that trait is one that shows when you know that person but he really seems to be protective of Baekhyun, of course I’m aware that’s not the same as possessive but him being protective means he feels better when Baekhyun is by his side and with his protective nature with people he’s close to (or just Baekhyun maybe, I don’t think he’s really protective (if you want to call it that) of the other exo members, and if he has please correct me. So there would clearly be some jealousy if Baekhyun were interacting with other members (and being skinshipy as he is) because he cares a lot and being the protective ‘boyfriend’ that he is, would like it better if Baekhyun were near him.

Now let’s get on with something a bit deeper. Jealousy [in a relationship] is commonly perceived as something healthy, like a sign that your partner cares and is overall something the average person experiences a few times, hypothetically. But jealousy is mostly blossomed from feelings of insecurity, fear, compassion, and of course, possessiveness. The jealous moments span from throughout the years, but I hope you’ll agree with me when i say most of the are from the years 2012-2013. Now, where the insecurity may come in, let’s just hypothetically say that these two were in a relationship back in 2012. That would be the first stages of a relationship, they would be a newly made couple, and it’d be all happy, but that also means a lot of insecurity and fear. Starting a relationship means there’s not too much trust built up, you may think things like “what if they feel they made a mistake dating me?” “What if I make a mistake that they really don’t like and they want to break up?” “What if they find someone and decide that this person would be better for them?” “What if I’m just not good enough?” The fear of losing your partner to someone else is one of the main triggers for jealousy. With that fear, the mere action of your partner talking with someone else that could threaten your relationship or your partner looking at someone else, could set off jealous emotions. So if these two were in a relationship back then, then that could explain why there were so many jealous moments during those years. (2013 was also considered a bad year for chanbaek). But if they were (hypothetically) still in a relationship, more trust has been built so there’s less possibility for insecurity. Although there’s still jealousy because they just really like being with each other (also it’s pretty normal for guys to be possessive over their lover). 

So basically what I am trying to say with this analysis (consider this a tldr) is that I feel that these two do get genuinely jealous when it shows. I don’t think those expressions are fake (but of course some pictures may be a bit overboard because it’s really hard to tell if they really are looking at the other or not, but most of the time I am certain that they are looking at the other and looking jealous. I mean, they’re faces just look either sad and or ticked off. That is how jealousy is supposed to look. Jealousy is not a happy emotion. It can be ugly, it’s supposed to be negative emotions which include dejection and anger. Honestly if you don’t think that these expressions show jealousy or at least a ticked off expression then I really want to know what you see, because these expressions are definitely not neutral ones. Also the fact that they even look jealous when the other is talking with someone else really gives me suspicion on their relationship. If they were just friends or even best friends there would be no reason to get jealous. But if they were lovers, there would be a reason because being lovers means that you belong to each other and someone you want to be with for the rest of your life. So clearly there’s going to be a feel of possessiveness and more feelings of fear and insecurity (especially when you begin to question the other’s feelings and when it’s more likely to be threatened than a friendship). 

I’m so sorry this took a long time and I’m super sorry if this causes your dash to crash ;>< 

I love you guyss~

[ “You’re…..alive…”

“Never been better…ngh…well I could be better.” ]

I…I finished up YGO GX
And these two are the only ones on my mind now


A/N: Okay, so I would have posted this yesterday, but first Tumblr wouldn’t let me log in and then I couldn’t find the right gif, but now that I have - because look at it, that’s the look - I can finally post it. This was so fun to write and Peter is such an innocent puppy in this one (let’s be honest, Peter is an innocent puppy.) and so is (Y/N) and it’s just cute and fluffy, really. Anyway, I hope you like it. Like, comment, share and keep requesting!

It had been at least 5 hours since it happened and Peter was still thinking about it. He lightly knocked his head against his headboard, squinting his eyes shut.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could he be so stupid?

He sighed and leaned his head against his headboard, rubbing his neck. Anytime he closed his eyes the event seemed to replay in his mind and he immediately felt himself blush.

He assumed that it had happened because he had practiced saying it. He couldn’t help it. She was so pretty. She was so smart. She was just… perfect. It was no wonder that he had had a crush on her ever since they’d become friends. He had always thought that she was pretty and he’d always been attracted to her, but ever since he’d gotten to know he had fallen for her.

They shared a history class that neither Ned nor MJ took, so Peter sat next to (Y/N). They had a pretty good friendship going. They bantered with each other; mostly she teased him and he blushed a lot, but he joked around with her sometimes too. They talked about movies and books and superheroes. It was fun and light hearted. Until today when he had managed to somehow ruin that.

They were working on an assignment together when it happened. (Y/N) was looking down at her paper, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Peter, what does this question even mean?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Which one?” Peter asked, leaning closer to her, so that he could see over her shoulder.

Her hand brushed against his.

It didn’t help that Peter had imagined and fantasized about this exact situation before either. Well, sort of. In his fantasies he was leaning down to give her a kiss and her hand wasn’t merely brushing against his, but it was on its way to connect with his own. He had imagined this situation in countless scenarios.

“This one.” she said, pointing at the question.

Peter leaned closer. He couldn’t focus on the question. He read the words, but he wasn’t understanding what they meant. But the fact that she smelled like lilies was completely obvious and completely prominent in his mind.

If this were one of his fantasies she would probably ask him if he wanted to cuddle and watch movies tonight and he would answer with “Sure, babe.”

Babe. Love. Sweetie. He wished he could call her those things. But he didn’t have the courage to tell her he liked her. He really did like her.

“You know what? I’m too tired to think about this right now. I’ll just do it for homework.”

He looked up at her again, catching her eye and the sparkle in it. A smile enveloped his face. It always did whenever he looked at her. He really liked looking at her.

“Can I call you tonight so that we can discuss the answers?”

“Sure, babe.”

He didn’t realize what he had actually said until about 3 seconds after he’d said it.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

He felt the tips of his ears heat up and he was sure that he was blushing. He couldn’t look at her, but if he did he would have known that there was a playful grin on her face.

“Babe?” he heard her ask as if her voice were underwater.

Thankfully right then the bell rang. Peter grabbed his backpack and his stuff off the desk and ran out of there, not looking back. All he heard as he hastily exited the classroom was a surprised “Peter!” from (Y/N), but he didn’t look back.

And now 5 hours later he was still thinking about it. And he probably would have continued thinking about it and driving himself nuts over it if his phone hadn’t chimed with a new message.

As soon as he saw who it was he felt his cheeks blush again.

(Y/N): hey babe!

(Y/N): can i call?

(Y/N): Peter?

(Y/N): i know you’re there, Peter. I can see you reading these.

Peter took a deep breath and typed out his reply. He said that sure, she could call, because what else what he supposed to say?

His phone rang and he didn’t have time to feel like he was flying because of her name on his phone screen.

“Hey, babe!” she chirped as soon as he answered.

There it was again. He wasn’t sure whether her teasing him about the event that shall not be mentioned was a good or bad thing.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” he said, trying to sound cheerful, light and unembarrassed. “You wanted to discuss the answers for the history paper?”

“Actually, I wanted to discuss you. Napoleon can wait. He’s been dead for years anyway.”

Peter’s heart stopped in his chest.

“Um, y-you want to discuss m-me?” He mentally scolded himself for stuttering so much.

“Yeah, babe, you.” Her voice was light and breezy, but what Peter didn’t know was that humor sometimes tended to be her defense mechanism.

“Um,” was all that Peter said, because suddenly his mind had gone blank and he seemed to have forgotten how to use words.

“Listen, Peter, I know that you like me. MJ told me last week.”

Peter made a note to himself: Kill MJ. Or at least, give her a good talking to.

“Oh.” Peter said, because apparently one-word replies that didn’t even consist of actual words was the way he had chosen to handle this.

“I didn’t know how to broach the subject, because let’s be honest, it’s kind of an awkward topic.”

“Yeah.” An actual word. That was an upgrade.

“But you calling me babe today kind of did broach the subject, so here I am talking about it. Rambling more like, because I’m not sure how to ask.”

“Ask what?” Her words had started making sense.

He heard her sigh and shift a little over the phone. “Well, um, the thing is…” she let her words drift off into space for a couple of seconds and then he heard her shift a little again. “I kind of like you too?” her voice rose up into a question as if she wasn’t sure of the fact. Then she let out a sigh of relief and giggled nervously. “Wow. I can’t believe I actually said it. Even though I sounded really unsure of it. Although, I am sure. I am totally sure that I like you. It’s just… It takes courage to tell you, you know?”

 Oh, he knew. And he found her babbling really endearing. He felt himself smile again.

“What I’m trying to say is… Will you be my babe?” she paused for a second and then continued in a rushed and hurried voice, “I mean, let’s just start with one date, of course, and see how it goes, and-”

Peter made a note to himself again: Thank MJ.

“You are such a dork.” Peter said, laughing.

“Uh, which one of us called the other ‘babe’ by accident, you dork?”

“You’ve called me 'babe’ at least three times now.”

“I’d like to continue calling you 'babe’.”

“You are such a dork.”

“You’re the dork, babe.”

He really liked it when she called him babe.

“Does this mean that if I ask you out on a date you’ll say yes?” Peter asked, the smile evident in his voice.



“Yeah, I mean, I’ll have to think about it.” she laughed.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious.” she laughed again. “Ask me and see what I say.”

She was such a dork. And that was probably what he liked most about her.

“(Y/N), will you be a babe and go out with me?”

“Now, how can I say no to that?”

Her laugh was like music.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8?” Peter said, his voice rising up in question as if he weren’t sure of his words.

“Yeah?” she answered, her voice rising up in a question as if she weren’t sure of his words.

“See you then.” Peter said, now completely sure of his words.

“See you then, babe.” (Y/N) said, now completely sure of his words.

Peter hung up and leaned his head against his headboard, closed his eyes, and smiled. It had barely been a minute since it happened, but Peter knew that he would be thinking about this for a while.

A Force To Be Reckoned With

Luke who’s back! Richard Edwards has an audience with Mark Hamill to discuss the return of a Jedi. SFX Magazine, Winter 2017

“It was one of the most elaborate entrances in show business!” laughs Mark Hamill when SFX asks him about his blink-and-you’ll miss it appearance in The Force Awakens.

You know the one. You sit though the whole of the new, hotly anticipated Star Wars movie waiting for a glimpse of Luke Skywalker — having been reunited with Han Solo, Leia, Chewbacca, C-3PO, R2-D2, Admiral Ackbar and even Nien Nunb along the way - and then you get barely a minute of an old bearded guy with a robot hand on top of a remote island. He doesn’t even have anything to say. Has any movie star ever had higher-billing (he was second only to Harrison Ford) for less screen time?

“I think it was a practical decision to push my story to Episode VIII because the plate was so full.” Hamill explains. impressively diplomatically “You had to establish all these new characters you had to honour the end of Han Solo’s storyline, and it would have been too complicated. I thought the audience would demand that at some point Luke and Leia and Han were all together – thought that would be a major bone of contention but I was wrong.”

In the two years since The Force Awakens, Luke’s meeting with Rey on Ahch-To has become one of the most talked about minutes in cinema history. What was going through the former saviour of the galaxy’s head when his potential new apprentice handed him the lightsaber he’d lost in The Empire Strikes Back? Not even Hamill knew at the time. 

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Caged (Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, I love your writing! Would you be able to write something where Y/N is a Jedi sent on a stealth mission to retrieve some information from Darth Valor’s base while he’s supposedly away, but he comes back early, hunts her through his lair ending in his bedroom where he punishes her?

Hey, guys! So it’s been a while since I posted an imagine. I hope this is ok! Next I’ll be working on a request for a threesome with Obi-Wan and Anakin. Till then, enjoy this! 


“Sneak into a Sith’s lair, they said. It’ll be fine, they said.”

You grumbled to yourself as you snuck through the cavernous hall Darth Valor called home. The council had finally managed to track down where the Sith Lord resided, and did they send a group of experienced Jedi to apprehend him? No. They sent you to collect as much information as possible from his house (honestly, though, it was more of a castle) and bug the thick, flowing robes he was known for wearing in the hopes of discovering secret plans of his master and the Separatists.

You were once again regretting the council’s decision as you slunk through hallway after hallway, trying to find his room so you could plant the tiny microphones and be done with this whole matter, but you had no map or prior knowledge to go by. The rooms were blending together into one big spider’s web, almost impossible for you to navigate. And upon hearing the heavy click of a large set of doors being opened and shut, you knew your time was running short.


A shiver crept down your spine as a thick Coruscanti-accented voice rang out from an unidentifiable source.

“I know you’re here,” it continued, and you quickly ducked into the closest room as you heard feet start walking around the corner. “Your presence is strong within the Force. Come out now and perhaps I’ll kill you quickly.”

Holding your breath, you scrambled to throw up your mental shields, cursing yourself for having lowered them in the first place. The council had received an anonymous tip that Valor was on Mandalore; you’d thought you were safe from any interruptions from him. Apparently, the council had been wrong. And you were up against an experienced Sith Lord all by yourself.

The clicking of his boots kept echoing closer, and a deep, breathy chuckle emanated from the man as he kept striding down the hall.

“Ah, so you’ve finally remembered your shields,” he observed in an amused tone. “But I’m afraid it’s too late for that. I already know that you’re…”

Suddenly, the door you were pressed up against was yanked open, and you backed up as the tall frame of the man you’d been hiding from was revealed to you.


You’d never seen Darth Valor before, so his appearance was a shock to you. You’d expected him to be old and possibly deformed, but before you stood a man who couldn’t be older than 30, wearing high-quality robes and a wide, hungry smile as his yellow eyes tracked your form up and down. And, as you observed the flash of his strawberry-blonde hair, you couldn’t help but feel that he was familiar, that you’d seen him somewhere before.

“Ah. So they’ve sent young Master (Y/L/N) to me,” he observed, stepping further into the room. With each step he took forward, you took one back, unconsciously backing yourself towards the wall behind you. “This is almost too good to be true. It’s as if they’ve delivered a sweet little lamb to the slaughter…”

“I’m not helpless. Or afraid of you,” you asserted, but even you could distinctly hear a tremor within your voice. With an almost pitying expression, Valor stepped further into your space as your back pressed up against the wall, bringing his arms up so they caged you in with each of his palms resting on the wall on either side of your head.

“Oh, but my dear, you are,” he purred, leaning in so close that your noses almost touched. “You’re trembling. What do you think I’m going to do to you, exactly?”

It was at that point when you felt yourself crumble from the inside out, and your mind started racing with all the possibilities of what he could do to you. Above the roar of the gears turning in your head, there was one question that kept repeating itself over and over until you heard your voice verbalizing it.

“A-are you going to kill me?” you whispered, staring up into the golden gaze of the Sith who now loomed over you.

“Oh, dear,” he chuckled, tracing a fingertip down your jaw. “No. No, I’m not going to kill you. Not when there’s so much fun to be had. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

After he spoke that last word, all of the white noise in your brain suddenly ground to a screeching halt, until all you could hear was him repeating that one word.

You’d been running through the temple, padawan braid slapping against your shoulder as you sprinted down the halls towards the Archives. Suddenly, though, as you rounded a corner, you collided into the back of one of the older padawans, sending both of you tumbling to the ground in a flurry of brown robes.

“Oh, Force!” you cried, scrambling to your feet as fast as possible. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, that’s quite alright,” a smooth voice assured you, and you looked up to see the kindest pair of blue eyes that you had seen or would ever see again. Gulping, you looked over the rest of him, taking in his height and the reddish-blonde hair that sat atop his head.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” you questioned, eliciting a soft laugh from him.

“I’m quite alright, sweetheart,” he promised, extending a hand. “But I am curious. I’ve never seen you before. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

The memory hit you like a ton of durasteel, and your eyes snapped back to meet the irises that had once held such kindness for you.

“…Obi-Wan?” you murmured, and his smile stretched even wider as he nodded, tilting his head to the side.

“In the flesh. Although I no longer go by that name.”

You’d met Obi-Wan Kenobi when you were 18 years old, and for the next year or so you two had become friends. In all honesty, you could have been inseparable, but not long after meeting him, you quickly discovered that, if you allowed your relationship to progress after a certain point, you could very well fall for him. You’d dedicated yourself to the Code, however, just as he had, and so you kept him at a distance until, after the death of his master, he mysteriously went missing, leaving you with a deep sorrow and the lingering melancholy over what might have been.

Now, as you looked the Sith up and down, you wondered how you hadn’t noticed it was him already. Granted, he had changed quite a bit. He’d grown in confidence since his days as a padawan, and he was more assured in his movements, a fact which was evident in the way he moved and talked. He’d grown out a beard, as well, which you thought suited him very well. Overall, he was impossibly more dangerous (and handsome) than he’d been when you last saw him, a fact which should have scared you. But…as you thought back on all the times you two had talked over the years, you found yourself almost comforted by being with him once again.

“There, now,” he muttered, bringing you back to the present. “Nothing to worry over, my old friend.” You felt one of his hands slowly trail down your arm, sliding to your hip after brushing over your hand, and you felt your heart start beating faster in your chest as your skin erupted into goosebumps beneath his fingertips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he hissed, stepping closer until his chest brushed against yours. Weakly, you tried to shrink back into the wall, shaking your head.

“Th-this is wrong,” you mumbled quietly. “You’re a Sith. I’m-”

“If you didn’t want this, then why haven’t you pushed me away yet?” he asked, and you let out a shaky breath as he ducked his head, pressing a soft peck against the skin beneath your ear.

“Why are you so responsive to my touch if you don’t want me?” His voice rumbled, breath fanning against your neck as he kept planting kisses down your throat. “Just tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll leave you be. Just say the word…”

But you couldn’t manage to say anything as you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall as he suddenly started sucking over your pulse point, laving at the skin with his tongue between soft bites to the flesh there.

“Tell me, love, why are you in my home? What did the council send you to do?” When you didn’t reply for a second, he bit harder over your collarbone, prompting your stuttering response.

“I-I was sent to plant m-microphones in your clothes. S-so the council could spy on you.”

“Well,” he purred, straightening up to his full height. “I keep my clothes in my bedroom. Would you like me to personally show you where that is?”

It took you a split second, but you finally decided to listen to what your body was screaming at you to do and nodded your head yes, eliciting a cheshire-cat smile to spread across his features. Taking your hand gently, Valor started leading you deeper into his home, leaving behind any thoughts of missions or the council, choosing instead to focus only on each other for a few stolen hours…

Imagine you and Dean acting as a couple for a hunt and Sam becoming jealous.

“So what…you like him better or something?” Sam spat. What would be the difference if you acted to be a couple with him? How would that screw up the hunt?

“Sam, quit being ridiculous,” you laughed. “Of course not.” Now it was Dean’s turn to looked offended. “I like you both equally.”

“Then why are you so against me being your partner?”

“I’m not! This was Dean’s idea! Chew him out! Not me!” You knew that was a lie. Well, half of it was anyways. You didn’t want to act like you were with Sam because it would be nothing but torture to you. Acting out your dream and knowing it wouldn’t last but for one night would kill you. Besides, he would be too much of a distraction.

“Oh, trust me, he already has,” Dean scoffed. He opened his mouth as if he was about to add on to his sentence, but he closed it just as quick. “It’s really not that big of a deal, Y/n. We can tweak the plan if it’s bothering Sam that much.” The look of amusement on the eldest Winchester’s face only made red sneak onto your cheeks.

“Let’s just keep it the way it is.”

Sam’s jaw hit the floor. He had had enough. Almost knocking the chair over as he stood up, he pointed his finger in yours and Dean’s direction. “Fine! But you better not kiss!”

anonymous asked:

Ahhh if you ever do feel like drawing BakuSero I would just about die because I love that rare pair soooooo much and there is next to nothing for it

Holy shit I thought I was literally shipping that ship by myself, but here you are, amazing !!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway don’t worry I’ll definitely draw something for it sooner or later anon, I love it way too much to never give in haha

Anon said: my day started out terrible but your sero and kaminari saved the day (like most of your drawings do) ty ily

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super glad to hear that!!!!!!! I hope the rest of your day will be as amazing as it can be, anon!!!

Anon said: A) why isn’t it franswers? B) Kaminari has a habit of just watching (unbreakable) things just fall if he fails to catch it or it slips out of his hands. like he doesn’t move to get it, he just watches it fall with a blank face

A) that’s a great question that would deserve an equally great answer which sadly I don’t have??? like, why isn’t it franswers??? it should definitely be franswers t b h - B) yes and also I feel Kaminari a lot. Like, mood and also same. As usual hahaha

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Buckbeak Part Two (END) - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Originally posted by dragmoth

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 684

Warning: Just fluff.. That could kill you with heartattack. (Hopefully NOT)

A/N: I’ve watched Prisoner of Azkaban! AGAIN, for like twenty times now, so… Everytime I watch it, it just breaks my heart watching Remus transform and him and Padfoot yelling at Pettigrew.

Oh and it also reminded me how much Draco was beng a douchebag.. X)

[Y/L/N] = Your Last Name

[Y/N] = Your Name

Part One

  “Miss [Y/L/N], Shouldn’t you go to class? The bell has rung.” Madame Pomfrey asks, squeezing water from a soaken towl. She hands it to you, since you insisted to stay beside Draco’s bed.

“Hagrid, I mean, Professor Hagrid’s told Professor McGonagall about this incident. She understood, but I don’t think she liked it.” You say, smiling back at the nurse.

“Well, I have to leave the Hospital Wing for some business, and I need to close up.” Madame Pomfrey pauses and pats your back. “But I trust you enough to leave you alone here.”

You politely say goodbye to the nurse, who grabs her coat and places the wet towel on Draco’s forehead gently before walking out the door. You sigh when Madame Pomfrey’s footsteps are long gone.

“Blimey, Draco, you are so dumb.” You whisper, putting your hand over his. He missed every classes today, which made you worry. And when you stormed into the Hospital Wing, the boy was fast asleep with a Sleeping Draught.

Draco shifts, reacting almost instantly to your voice. His face turns to where you are, and you smirk slightly as you stare at his calm-for-once expression. “You shouldn’t have done that, Draco, especially calling Buckbeak a chicken.” You whisper again, drawing circles on his palm.

This time, he furrows his brows, making you bite your lips gently to hold back a laugh. Even when he is sleeping he could make you so happy.

“[Y/N]………?” Draco murmurs, holding your hand and making you jump. He leads your hand to his cheekbones and by your touch, he relaxes, like a child sleeping with his favorite doll.

“You slept through the whole afternoon. Madame Pomfrey says your arm’s fine, though.” You say, stroking his blond hair. Draco opens his eyes and lays them on you. You can see his tiredness seeping out. “You shouldn’t have done that.” You say again, before moving to sit on his bed for him to be more comfortable.

Draco sits up, wincing as he placed his scratched arm on his knees. He tugs at your robes and you raise your eyebrows though you know exactly what he meant and wanted. Draco grinns triumphantly as you crawl in beside him under the covers.

“You cheered at Potter.” Draco says suddenly, pulling you close by hugging your waist. You look at him innocently. “You know you did. I just.. Got jealous. I thought you’d be impressed if I did the same.”

“Cheering at Harry?” You ask, trying not to laugh at his horrified face. Draco snarls.

“No. By riding on the bloody chicken with claws.” He says glumly. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. “I had a picture in my head - you were clapping and cheering at me… Much louder than Potter.”

“Well, he was pretty brilliant.” You smile teasingly.

“[Y/N].” Draco warns, his hands tightning around your waist. Just like you wanted. His fingers travel up to your cheek and he leans in to give a gentle peck at your lips.

You close your eyes, relaxing into his touch. This was why your fights never stood long enough for he two of you to be over. One of you always found a way to soften the other.


You watch as Draco blows a paper bird at you. You smile as you read his notes. You quickly toss a piece of parchment rolled into the shape of a snake onto the floor, and try to pay attention to the class as Professor Flitwick keeps on lecturing about a spell.

The snake slithers up to Draco’s seat, which he picks up by pretending to scratch his legs. He blushes when he reads the words and makes eye contact with you.

You giggle under your breath when he winks, and you bite your lip, making Draco redder. Then, the bell rings, ending the tension. Students rushes out of the room, leaving the Professor yell the next homework on their backs.

Draco pickes up your books and quill as he escorts you out of the classroom. He grinns when you two were alone.

“So.. Hogsmeade next month, huh?”


A/N: Next imagine will be Comfort part two!! Sorry this was a bit shorter than expected..!

Oh and I just came to thought.. Harry didn’t go to Hogsmeade in his third year.. Well yeah, technically he did, but still, he didn’t have much as fun as he was supposed to, he just hid in his father’s cloak and heard about Sirius Black.. Imagine how much Draco is relieved to have no one distract your date!

smallinsaneone  asked:

Lams fic recs?


i’ve found a lot of new ones since my first/last rec, and i’m giving you everything i’ve got. let’s go.

first and foremost, one of the fics i mentioned in my last rec, in the place to be, wrapped up. BUT there’s a sequel that’s in the works, “more than anyone bargained for”. the sequel picks up three years after ITPTB left off and washington’s up for reelection. (spoiler alert) john’s father dies and so john goes to south carolina for the funeral. alex fucks up some shit while john is away, so he goes to SC with the intention of coming clean and apologizing but ends up proposing instead. the rest of the fic basically revolves around all the secrets that come out about alex and john’s pasts as they’re trying to plan the wedding. and holy shit. holy shit. this fic is DRAMATIC. there are so many secrets, so many giant things, but the reader doesn’t learn about any of it until someone in the fic finds out, or john or alex finds out that someone knows or something like that. it’s insane, the cliffhangers, the amount of stress this fic gives me, in a good way. it’s such a slippery slope of everything going to shit but i LOVE IT. i personally think it’s even better than the original, but you kinda gotta read ITPTB first in order for half of this to make sense.

“concrete jungle where opportunity awaits” is another lams college au, which i just started. pretty standard. fans of the (hhh)eoy universe would probably get a kick out of this since it’s almost the same thing.

“e=mc^2″ is one of the most creative plots and characterizations i’ve seen in fic. coffee shop au, technically, but alex is mute. v original and good, but a couple things to note. not for the easily triggered. there’s use of cigarettes, mentions of suicide, and probably a couple other things that aren’t in the tags that i can’t think of. also the author started doing alternate endings to the chapters. these have no relation to the events of the story and technically don’t have to be read, but they’re not as happy as the events in the actual chapters. those also have trigger warnings for blood, hospitals, and people being dicks, so far. it’s also something to be aware of if you’re gonna binge read it so it doesn’t get confusing. it starts around like chapter 3 or 4.

even though it’s the asker’s fic, i’m also recommending “eyes like broken christmas lights” because it’s another one of the most creative plots i’ve seen. college au technically, but with the ultimate heartbreaking plot twist that affects the entire rest of the story. so good. i want to wrap alex in blankets.

if you’re looking for cute cute and more cute, there’s the “finding their home” series. it’s your standard modern au of the revolutionary set living and adventuring in new york city. lots of adorable lams and also LOTS of very heartwarming friendship interactions that make my heart all fuzzy.

another fake dating au to add to the mix is “frankly, it’s a tad exhilarating”. john enlists his roommate alex to pretend to be his boyfriend to prove to his homophobic father that he’s actually gay. alex is super happy to help and also a coy little flirt. john’s feelings don’t stay fake for very long. pretty standard, lots of pining, so much pining, and it’s still in progress so things are heating up in more ways that one ;D

ham school musical”. a lams hsm au. john is troy. alex is gabriella. do i really need to say any more?

the “king’s college” series is yet another college au but it’s just a bunch of schmoopy adorable one-shots that are just cute schmoop because who can get enough of cute schmoopy lams?

can’t remember if i put this is my last one, but there’s also the “leg day” series which is nice. john has purple hair and works at the ice rink where alex practices. not a lot of major plot, and some might consider their laurens really out of character, but it’s written really well, i like it a lot.

there’s another really creative one called “skylark” which is supposedly going to involve lots of activism and nuclear weapons? it only has one chapter so far, but it’s by the same person who writes rochambeau so i’m really excited for it, it should be good. the first chapter is great too.

quite possibly the only canon era fic that’s going in here is the “there must be 50 ways to please your lover” series. no plot, just sex. very delicious.

another one that’s not for the easily triggered is “where it wasn’t supposed to be”. john is at the laundromat and the guy at the machine next to him, alex, is washing blood out of his clothes. turns out alex is in an abusive relationship, but john happens to work at a crisis center, so. updates pretty often. alex needs to be protected at all costs. i feel like this rec isn’t as exciting to read as the last one. oh well. we’re still going.

another short fic to throw at you, “you’ve got something i need”. john is a high school history teacher, and alex subs for him one day. told over social media and texts. a few ocs but it’s cute af. there’s only one chapter left to be posted though apparently.

a few excellent one-shots before i finish up. “take it, just don’t break it” aka 5 times john told alex to be gentle and one time he didn’t. way cuter than i anticipated???? the end kills me so much, it’s so great. i might just go back and read it again now that i’m talking about it.

don’t trust too much your bloom”. alex is a poetry nerd, john not so much. or maybe he is? there’s not that much plot, but i put this in here because i actually remember getting dizzy when i read this. like, in a good way. it was so sweet and adorable and fluffy, but it was also SO SENSUAL and hot and delicious and i can’t even explain it. it filled me with something.

my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you”. kind of an office au, but you don’t have to know the office to appreciate this, cuz i don’t and this was so good. i read it this morning cuz it was probably posted within the last day and oh my god it’s so good. alex has body image issues and is also in love with john but super oblivious to how john feels about him. same with john and how alex feels about him. but then things happen and it’s SO GOOD i couldn’t thin of words enough to put in the comments but it’s really really good. ugh. alex needs to be protected. again.

but the ultimate one shot is “evoking spirits”. written by the same person who writes (hhh)eoy, this is a reincarnation au where alex realizes who he is but john doesn’t, and alex is determined to “wake john up”. holy shit. i have no words of praise strong enough for this piece of writing. it’s nice and long, but none of it feels like fluff or unnecessary. the characterization is amazing, the writing is extraordinary, the sexual tension and the build, the ending. everything is so good. this is a must read imo.

AND FINALLY, even though this isn’t technically lams, i’m including it because it’s one of my faves. “the chat where it happens”. skype chat between the hamilsquad and eventually several other historical figures from the revolution, whether they were characters in the musical or not. no plot. pure crack. ridiculous as hell. meta as hell. updates often. lots of memes. anime talk that i don’t really understand. funny as FUCK, oh my GOD, the amount of times i laughed so hard i couldn’t breathe while reading this fic, i can’t even count. i’m putting this in because it’s the ultimate feel-good, side-splitting laughter fic in the hamilton fandom. HOWEVER, it’s elams, not lams. also jeffmads and lafucles as well as other couples, but jeffmads is featured a lot. if that really doesn’t float your boat, “marijuana squadjuana” and “ravioli ravioli give me the squadioli” are similar in terms of crack, lack of actual plot, and me crying because i’m laughing so much, AND they are lams.

PHEW. THAT’S IT. WE’RE DONE. thank you so much for sending me another ask, i kinda love putting recs together like this now. i had a lot of fun making this. as i said in the beginning, this plus my first rec is pretty much everything i’ve got, but don’t be afraid to send me more messages asking for recs, i’m sure i’ll find more soon. and as with my last rec, my ultimate recommendation is refreshing the alex/john tag on ao3 several times a day ^-^


Just My Luck (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine accidentally walking into the men’s bathroom and seeing this fine specimen (James McAvoy)

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: Language

Notes: Collab fic with my girl @cocosierra94!!! Internal thoughts are in Italics


Ugh. You so did not want to be here. Making appointments, calling people, scheduling things, running errands. All of that was easy. Wearing an expensive dress, high heels, makeup, and a formal updo? No so much.

But Rachel had insisted you come, and since she was your best friend and boss, you had to accompany her tonight at an opening party for some big movie coming out. You were terrible with movies. You watched them, sure, but most of the time, you forgot who played in them and what it was about. Which, sometimes, was good when you worked with celebrities, you didn’t get starstruck as often because you didn’t recognize who they were or what they were from.

You were nursing your second glass of champagne when Rachel bounced up to you.

“I want you to come meet someone,” she said with high energy. There was a reason she was the one in the spotlight and you were just her assistant - your stage presence was lacking.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Chris Hemsworth.” She gestured to this god like giant.

“Uh yea, hi.. nice to meet you,” you mutter, fumbling over your words trying not to gawk at how tall this man was.

“haha! Yes, I know I’m tall,” he boasted with a big of a deep laugh, his Australian accent coming out.

Damn he noticed...” you thought to yourself, almost angrily. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Not awkward, not weird.

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t mean to stare it’s just I’m not use to people being that much taller than me.” You tried to bring yourself back from this disastrous start, but of course you excel at getting your foot so far down your throat you kick yourself in the bladder.

“If you’ll excuse me I have to go to the ladies room.” You slink away hoping to shake that awkward moment off.

Hopefully that’s as bad as it gets tonight, there’s no way it could get any worse than that!”

The room was dark,and with dozens of bodies, and swirling lights, and loud music, you finally found the bathroom, but it was a hard feat. You opened the door, hearing a flush, still looking at your feet until you finally looked up, in the too-bright bathroom, and saw a man.

A man!

“Shit, I’m in the men’s bathroom!” you thought, panic gripping its way around your body, as a sweat broke out over you.

“Holy shi–” you started. “I mean. Uh…I’m so sorry. I, uh, I must have the wrong bathroom,” you told the incredibly handsome man in a dashing tux, but you seemed frozen in place.

He laughed as he turned to wash his hands and watch you in the mirror. “Quite the observant one, aren’t we?” His accent threw you for a loop. He was Scottish? You didn’t expect that from him, for some reason.

But you just stood there, frozen, gaping mouth as he reached for paper towels. Why couldn’t you move? What was the matter?

“Or you’re welcome to stay, and continue to stalk the men’s bathroom” he offered with a laugh that made your knees weak and a smile that could bring Aphrodite to her knees.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m going!” you said, finally able to move. You pivoted and raced out of the bathroom immediately.

“Well that was quick,” Rachel quipped when she noticed how flushed you looked. “Y/N, hon are you okay?!”

“Not in the slightest!” you admitted , fanning yourself hoping that it would extinguish the heating anxiety in your body.

“Spit it out, girl, what happened?!?” She looked at you with concerned eyes searching for the smallest hint of an answer.

I walked into the men’s bathroom..” You confessed hanging your head in defeat.

“REALLY, Y/N! THAT’S IT?! I was worried some creep tried to make a move on you or something!” She playfully smacked you on the shoulder.

“There was a creep, alright, but it wasn’t them,” you told her sheepishly.

“Huh?” she inquired.

“Well, there was a guy in there! A really hot Scottish guy who probably thinks I’m a creeper or something now.” You felt like drowning your humiliation in the champagne waterfall.


The next day, you woke up groggy, probably due to consuming about six champagnes. But you were happy to put last night’s embarrassment in the past. You showed up to work a little late, and that’s when Rachel asked you to get her interview questions printed out, water chilled, and asked you to go out for coffee for her and her interviewee.

“Sure, what does he want?” you asked. You knew his name was James, from coordinating with his agent over two weeks ago, but you had forgotten his last name.

“Just bring it back black with sugar and cream on the side,” she told you as she went to fluff her full, brunette hair with lowlights. She looked great in tight jeans, white shirt, blue thin scarf, and a black leather jacket.

“Aye, aye, cap’n,” you said as you saluted and ran out the door.

You ran to the coffee shop that was a block away, impatiently waited for four coffees for you, Rachel, the celeb, and their agent. You grabbed the coffees, extra sugar and cream and stirrers, and hurried back to the office. You jogged into the interview room where cameras, lights, a giant movie banner, chairs, and a snacks table were set up.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Ra–”

Then you saw him. The same Scottish man you accidentally peeped on in the bathroom last night. You almost dropped the coffees. You could even feel your grip slipping as the blood left your face, until you finally snapped back to reality.

Rachel had turned to you by now, grinning widely.

“Oh, Y/N, perfect, I want you to meet our star for the day,” she said with that overly bubbly attitude of hers. “This is James McAvoy,” she introduced as his eyes came up to yours. He was standing off camera, getting makeup put on.

“So much for putting last night behind me,” you thought with chagrin.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite peeping tom!” he said with that oh so familiar knee buckling chuckle.

“Kill me now,” you prayed internally, wishing you could just melt into the floor, or vanish into thin air.

Rachel looked at him, a little lost. Not even a second later it clicked, “Wait! This is the hot Scottish guy from the bathroom?!” Her eyes grew wide, amusement flooded her voice. You knew she would NEVER let you live this one down.

“Oh, so you talked about me? Not enough you had to spy on me in the bathroom, you told your boss?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you and you just prayed a freak accident would happen. Lightening? Spontaneous combustion? Meteor shower? Anything?!


“Why didn’t you tell me you ran into James?” Rachel asked. “I should’ve known you were talking about him when you said ‘hot’ and ‘Scottish’,” she teased.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Uh…Rachel, you’re coffee will get cold,” you tried. You wanted to escape this hell and that’s all you could come up with - cold coffee. You didn’t care though, you just wanted this to end.

“Haha yea she was worried you were gonna think she was some sort of creeper!” She completely ignored your weak attempt to put this moment behind you. “But that’s enough torture for now, down to business!” Rachel was more of a big sister than your best friend, she knew when to end your suffering just as well as she knew how to prolong it.

As the interview slowly etched by, you couldn’t help squirming under the circumstances. What are the odds that this man, the same man you embarrassed yourself in front of, would end up being the center of your tasks today? You pulled yourself out of your thoughts just long enough to notice him quickly glance your way giving you a small smirk and an almost unnoticeable wink.

You rolled your eyes.

“This is gonna be a looooong day,” you thought to yourself.

How could you even do your job now that you knew he was your sole priority? Your main job was to make sure Rachel and her guest were comfortable. Now you had to ask him if he wanted water, coffee, tea, soda, snacks, towel, fan…And you can’t just be impolite and ask something vague like, “Do you need anything?” No, you had to make sure he was over the moon happy with the service or he could rip his interview and cost your company a lot of money. Sometimes it was rough working for an entertainment magazine….

TAYLOR‼️‼️ I DONT REALLY KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN…I just listened to Reputation (aka SUCH A FRIGGIN MASTERPIECE) for the very first time EVER😱 From the very first minute to the last one…AND OH GOD I LOVE THIS ALBUM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH you can’t even imagine😭❤️❤️❤️I was indeed NOT READY FLR THIS‼️Cause now I’m sitting here shaking, being so emotional 🙈Every single song, every lyric, every beat, every melody is beautiful and incredible in its own way and its so so so so so so hard to choose a favourite 👀🙈😅 I am so UNBELIEVABLY PROUD OF YOU!!!💕💕💕 YOU KILLED IT (and me) WITH THIS ALBUM 🔥✨👌🏻👌🏻😘😘😘😘 Now I am sitting here still crying, shaking being SO SO SO SO HAPPY 🦋🎉🙌🏻

Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.


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Characters pairing - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse. Death

Number of words - 1239

Originally posted by ifellinlovewithabrokenheart

I don’t really remember anything that happened last night
You know the moment between you gain consciousness but you’re still sleeping and your eyes are closed and memories start hitting you?
That was the moment I’m in
Only difference was, I didn’t really remember much.

Just me and Sherry finishing three bottles of wine, and laughing and dancing, cursing every man that entered the room, followed by glimpse of angry pissed of Negan, entering, dragging Sherry out, and bits and pieces of him yelling something at me.

I moved a little in my bed, going towards the area that radiated heat.
My hand went around something very hard.

“Mmmm” I heard a rough voice hum and that’s when I snapped my eyes open
My head was on Negan’s chest and my hand was around his waist.

His hands were folded behind his head and his eyes was closed.
My eyes were as wide as it possibly get, and it grew wider when I saw he was shirtless.
I pulled the sheets towards my body and I realized I was just in my bra

What the fuck happened last night

I stumbled back, away from him and I landed on my ass, out of the bed, I winced in pain and he chuckled.

“Easy there, sweetheart!” He smirked as he leaned his head out of the bed looking at my laying figure, next to the bed.
“What– what happened last night?” I asked covering my body with the covers
“Isn’t it obvious?” He smirked
“Just tell me!” I snapped and he laughed
“If you can’t handle your alcohol, then why drink it?” He asked seriously

I got up, making sure my body stays covered, with the sheets. I went and sat on the sofa that was near the fridge, keeping as much distance as I could from him

“This was my first time drinking, forgive me if I wasn’t perfect at it!” I said rolling my eyes
“First time? Damn Rick the prick was such pain in your ass, huh sweetheart?” He gloated and I wanted to punch him
“Don’t speak about my dad like that!” I said annoyed, I hated when anyone disrespected my dad
“Oh, calm down sweetheart, was just proving a point!” He smiled “how old are you? 26?” He chuckled
“Rick had nothing to do with it, in fact he wasn’t even there to say anything.” I said bitterly “24” I corrected
“What do you mean?” He asked confused
“I didn’t grow up with Rick, I was sent away.”
“Why would he do something like that? He seems like the loving father” Negan said amused
“He is.” I agreed “He and Lori, my mom. They had me when they were in high school, being the son of the sheriff, both the families didn’t want any scandals, so when I was born, they paid some girl to take care of me. I was a mistake.” I said, I didn’t realize I was clutching my fist so tightly, I wasn’t hurt, I was furious.
I hated remembering this part of my life, I was over it but that didn’t make it any easier. And why was I even telling him all this in the first place
“Well you are not a mistake, you are beautiful, strong and hella smart!” He chuckled and I looked at him confused
“Is that how you scored your other wives?” I laughed and he rolled his eyes
“Well I’m a charmer!” He smirked
“Yeah, no!” I laughed
“So what else have you never done before? Other than drinking?” He asked, and I did my best not to glance at the bed. I might be 24 but when the apocalypse happened, I wasn’t exactly interested in sex. So yeah I was a virgin, and this asshole in front of me might have taken that away from me last night
Oh god I hope not
“Not your business.” I said nervously “why are you even here? Why are you sleeping in my bed!” I hissed
“Well you are my wife.” He said licking his lips
“You have a bunch of them, go to someone else, don’t come here!” I made a shooing motion with my hand, telling him to go away
“After last night? Oh darling I’m going to sleep here daily!” He smirked and my face went pale
“L-Last night? Nothing happened between us last night!” I swallowed nervously
“How sure are you of that?” He said, big smug on his face, he knew I didn’t remember. He was just messing with me
“We just got married, but we didn’t sleep together!” I said looking everywhere but him
“I feel so offended that you don’t remember me screwing your brains out, sweetheart!” He said placing a hand over his naked chest, where his heart is supposed to be
“We didn’t have sex!” I said sternly. I refuse to believe that. My legs joined together. This asshole never was between them
“Didn’t we?” He said smirking

He was playing games
Damn him

“I feel same, I don’t feel any different. Yeah completely intact!” I said straightening my poster and he laughed
“It’s not like you are a virgin to know the difference!” He laughed and my face went pale, I tried to appear to be normal but he caught on my change in behavior “well I will be damned!” He said surprised as he got out of bed
“D-Don’t come closer!” I warned him, but he ignored me
“Daryl didn’t satisfy you well?” He chuckled and I glared at him
“There is no me and Daryl!” I hissed angrily
“Really, cause from were I stand, you two are so in love!” He grinned
“There never was me and Daryl or me and anyone else, you don’t have to worry about me cheating on you. Because even if I hate you, I’m the loyal type. Wouldn’t cheat on my ‘husband’” I emphasized on the word ‘husband’
“You are 24 and a virgin! How?” He asked amused, pure curiosity
“That’s non of your god damn business!” I spat “I am never sleeping with you!”
“Clearly that’s not what you said last night!” He chuckled as he sat on the end of the bed
“What did I say last night?” I asked worried, I never drank before so I don’t really know what to expect
“You spoke about how much you hate Daryl for not telling you he loves you, how much you hate Lori? For leaving you?” He said not sure “how much you miss Carl and One more name, I can’t remember” oh crap, Judith “and how much you hate me and wanna kill me but first you wanna tap my– let me rephrase it the exact way you said it 'I wanna tap your sexy ass and then kill you’” he said and my face turned red with embarrassment
“You are lying!” I blushed
“Am I?” He smirked
“Why are you naked?” I said pointing to him
“Darling you didn’t even see the good stuff yet!” He smirked motioning to his abdomen and legs, shit. He had no shame
“I don’t want to see anything thank you!” I said, heat was raising to my face
“Your lost!”
“Why am I, like this? Where is my clothes?” I asked
“Well you puked on both of us yesterday and I had to get you changed!” He said rolling his eyes
“I did?” I asked more embarrassed
“Next time I see you with a drink, I’m going to spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week!” He said as he got up and went straight to the washroom
Leaving me there
He can’t say stuff like that and then leave
I hate this mother fucker!

sapphire1727 @thewalkingdead178 @jouveriaalam

A very short Eddie pining for Richie playlist. You can listen to it here. It’s only like 18 minutes long but oh well.


“Well I hate your cigarettes and the men that you go see, Because one is killing you, while the other’s killing me”


“I’m jealous of the nights that I don’t spend with you, I’m wondering who you lay next to, Oh, I’m jealous of the nights”


“I didn’t get much sleep last night but that’s alright, It was worth it just to see you move that hair from your eyes, and smile like you do.”


“The good thing about this cast is I can still hold a knife, So if you ever twist my arm again I’ll be sure to put up a fight, You see I just don’t wanna do the things that you want me to do, But I’m a sucker, so I do them cause I am still in love with you,”


“I’m at a party and I’m barfin’ I can barely see, and every time I talk to you well I can never breathe, I’m gettin’ drunker I’m a bummer I should just call her, and didn’t know I’m really good at making you feel awkward”


  • “I can’t believe how much I hate everything.”
  • “If you kiss me, I’ll make you pancakes.”
  • “There’s only one possible culprit; WOLFMAN!”
  • “I told ___ I wouldn’t help you get revenge anymore.”
  • “You shouldn’t let ____ push you around.”
  • “He’s an evil beast with an unsavory bloodlust - of course he jogs!”
  • “You can’t go kidnapping children!”
  • This is much nicer than the last jail I was in.“
  • "There might be a soup-related emergency.”
  • “What I do in the privacy of my pockets is my business!”
  • “What about this situation would make me happy?!”
  • “All that anger’s not good for you, you know.”
  • “I’ve got better things to do than looking for mythical creatures!”
  • “Come back with as much silver as you can find. And a cupcake.”
  • “I still don’t feel right about this. I mean, I’ve done some questionable things before, but…”
  • “I’ve heard this place is haunted.”
  • “Oh no, I ran over another cyclist!”
  • “What maniac shoots a guy in the butt with an arrow?!”
  • “The guy scratches my car and you want to kill him?”
  • “You’ve got some serious anger issues.”
  • “What the heck would you make a swinging lamp for? It makes me want to burn down the 70′s.”
  • “What are it’s weaknesses? How do I hurt it?”
  • “Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever been thrown out of a library.”
  • “Is there a time limit on revenge?”
  • “Are you going to behave yourself this time?”
  • “I can help you, but I’m going to want something in return.”
  • “I’m not killing someone for the librarian.”
  • “You date a married woman, you get hit by a bus - karma.”
  • “It still counts as one thing if the cookies are inside the milkshake.”
  • “If ___ jumped off a cliff, would you?”
  • “Am I the only one who cares about getting revenge on New Mexico?”
  • “Some people are desert people.”
  • “Hydrogen. Shut up.”
  • “For once in your miserable life, you didn’t let me down.”
  • “What do you expect from hot air balloonists? They’re just bad people.”
  • “Oh, so YOU’RE the only one that gets to play with the death ray?”
  • “There’s nothing holy about Toledo.”
  • “Another horrible day made slightly better with cookies.”
  • “I was attacked by a ninja last night.”
  • “How do you know so much about this stuff?”
  • “I can carry a sword when I want to.”
  • “Wow. That is the most I’ve ever heard you say at one time.”
  • “You know I had a life before we met, right?”
  • “Kill me? Over my dead body!”
  • “Unfortunately for your friends, they know too much.”
  • “Be more handsome.”
  • “We can’t risk me, can we? I’m precious.”
  • “I keep coming back to the whole “not liking this plan at all” thing.”
  • “I am much more suave, debonair, and sophisticated than that!”
  • “I get mad at everything and I yell a lot.”
  • “Flying monkeys? This time of year?”
  • “Help! Someone! This is very confusing!”
  • “He exploded! We won!”
  • “It’s not gibberish. It’s Japanese.”
  • “I don’t understand what your blood feud has to do with my cookies.”
  • “If you die will they still come after me?”
  • “I would appreciate, as a favor to me, that you not die.”
  • “Great, rookie. Now he’s poisoned AND unconscious.”
  • “Are we going to kill him or what?”
  • “Bet you’re not so tough without that sword.”
  • “Ah, the sweet taste of revenge and chocolate chips.”
12x12: Stuck In The Middle (With You)

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1637

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Originally posted by idjitlovespie

“Mom! Y/N!” Sam pulled you into a hug, which you eagerly returned. He then passed you onto Dean who gave you a tight hug as well.

You’d hunted with the Winchesters for over a decade. They were the brothers you never had. But when Mary returned from the dead and decided to head off by herself, you decided to keep an eye on her. Help her learn the ways of the 21st century. Teach her the new hunting tricks that evolved with technology.

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I wanted to write something based on the jewel thieves!au headcanon so this popped up!

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Tony says, not surprised as Steve makes his way towards him. “I was kind of hoping I’d be alone this time.”

“Aw, you don’t like it when I’m around?” Steve asks, feigning a hurt look before taking a sip of his whiskey. “I thought you liked having the company.”

Tony snorts, his lips curving in a light smile as he sipped his wine. “Not when the company is as distracting as you.”

“I’m flattered,” Steve says, looking around the room for possible escape routes. Just in case the original one isn’t accessible. “So what’s the plan?”

“The plan?” Tony asks him, a little confused before shaking his head. “Oh no, we are not working on this one together.”

“But last time was so much fun,” Steve replies, grinning as Tony bristles. “It gave me such a thrill.”

“Well, it nearly gave me a heart attack,” Tony hisses and takes another sip of wine. “I almost got killed.”

“Almost is the important word,” Steve says, his grin never fading. “Besides, I came back for you, didn’t I?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Yes, after you tried to abandon me.”

“I panicked.”


No words are passed between them for a few moments as they lean against the bar. The sound of guests chattering and glasses clinking washes over them, a familiar noise to any jewel thief. 

It is after another minute that Tony sighs, placing his unfinished glass on the bar. He places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and leans in, his lips barely pressing against Steve’s ear.

“Meet me on the rooftop at eleven,” Tony instructs, his voice a low whisper. “If you’re even a second late, I’m doing this without you.”

Steve easily fights against the pleasant shiver that races down his spine at their closeness, Tony’s breath warm against his ear. 

“I won’t disappoint.” Steve murmurs, ‘you again’, he doesn’t add. But he knows Tony gets it when he smiles and presses a chaste kiss on Steve’s cheek. 

“See you in three hours.” Tony says, his smile turning dangerous and he lazily salutes Steve before disappearing into the crowd. 

Steve stares after him for a second before pulling out his phone, sending a quick thank you text to Bucky.